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Iâm totally not stalking your blog at all and I totally wasnât refreshing like crazy to see when my ask would be answered (also totally not up past my bedtime)đ€š buttttt I do have a question đđŸââïž
When you say lando is easy to write what does that mean đ€š Iâve always been curious about how writers decide to approach certain characters like do you have a basic personality profile you apply to each fic or does it change by prompt? Also I wonder how different writers have differing opinions on the characteristics. What makes someone hard to write for?
Pls and thanks đđŸââïž
(Alsoooo somehow forgot to voice my absolute love for your pfp and header itâs so cuteđđ I must know what is this characters name Iâve never seen it before)
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pls sorry i would have answered straight away but i was caught up at work. which is done now yayyyy
i love LOVEE answering writing related questions like this tbh so thank u!!!! and okay well itâs very instinctive for me, sometimes i just pick up on someoneâs mannerisms very quicklyâ usually because iâve seen gifs/videos/etcâ and can kind of easily pick out a trope for them? if that makes sense. sometimes i donât. but yeah for example lando fits very easily into this charming kind of cheeky character and all i have to do is put in his mannerisms/speech patterns to make it more believable. its hard to pin down the tropes themselves with a name but i have a bunch floating around in my head that feel very obvious when i start writing.
someone like george or alex for example donât come super easily to me. i have to watch videos of george to pick up on the things i like to pay attention to. that will probably persevere whenever i write him, probably because i have more experience writing a certain kind of âcharacterâ and he doesnât quite fit that.
logan, oscar and max also feel really natural for me to write. i think actually a lot of that comes down to certain similarities i have with each of themâ i just go oh okay what would this aspect of my personality do in this situation. but also its similar to the lando thing, i just have a grasp on their mannerisms.
thereâs a certain amount of making shit up in there. i try to stay accurate to their real life personalities but also iâm not trying to pretend this is real and donât care if i use a little creative license which helps a lot. its very much separate from real life to me. i write my readers like i write OCs basically, just veer away from getting too descriptive.
okay and finally because iâve rambled too much. i pick and choose prompts or just try to apply it to a situation in a way that doesnât feel obvious because there are some things that just feel Not Right to me?? in the sense that i canât imagine someone in that situation. or itâs not believable to me. itâs why i donât/wonât write a lot of fan service-y very specific things. thereâs nothing wrong at all with wanting to read something about someone comforting u about a specific issue/etc itâs just difficult for me to write. does any of that make sense!!?!?
and her name is maisy mouse!! sheâs from childrenâs books i used to read and i think there was a tv show?? itâs fairly obscure i think. it was going to be snoopy originally actually but i couldnât find the right image for that.
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Megumi losing his will to carry on until (y/n) shows up
Pairing: Megumi x reader
Word Count: 1,5k
Synopsis: Megumi can't take it anymore. All the death, the grief, the misery he caused. He'll never forgive himself for losing you...But are you really dead?
Warnings: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS! but more in a really decent way, like I actually think if you have no idea of the manga you don't get that these are spoilers lol, HEAVY angst but also comfort, poor Megumi is at his lowest so TW if that offends you
I know I promised you a Sukuna fic it technically is and I will serve, but this basically wrote itself so I hope you like this as well hehe
Take a deep breath in and out, calm your tingling nerves, allow your feet to walk at normal pace. You waited so long for this moment, recovered from your endless injuries Sukuna conflicted on your body and soul. It took Shoko forever to stitch you up again, to make you look like a human being again. But there you go, walking on your very own legs, to finally see the true love of your life again.
When was the last time you spoke to him? Oh, you remember it exactly.
âIâm scared. Scared of what will happen, scared about the things weâll lostâŠâ
âHey, youâll never lose me, okay? I will always stay by your side.â
Little did both of you know heâll break that promise a few weeks later and that he wonât return to your side for over a year. How hard you fought, how desperately you tried to stand a chance against Sukuna â only to get thrown out of life yourself.
âAre you sure you can handle this, that you are fit enough?â, Yuji questioned with his hand resting on your shoulder.
âYou know you donât have to-â
âThis might be the only chance to get him back, right?â
Yuji smiled at you with that pained expression on his face you saw countless times these last months.
âYuta and I think it might work. After all, everyone knows how much you mean to him.â
You clench your hands into fists. There is no doubt in the fact that Megumi Fushiguro is still in there, that he is still the boy you know and adore with all your heart. Even if it means youâll get attacked again, even if it might end your life, youâll have to try.
-Megumi-
Megumiâs body doesnât move an inch, lifeless eyes staring into nothing but darkness. What time is it? He couldnât care less. No, time doesnât make any sense right now. Not when he lost everyone he loved. His family, his friends, his self-control. You.
His heart stings immediately. Oh, your gorgeous face hunts him down like nothing else. The way you talked, the way you laughed. The way you looked at him with widened eyes when your lifeless body fell to the ground, the way your blood pooled around his brown shoes.
Why? Why didnât you listen to him when he told you earlier to stay away from Sukuna? Why did you decide to show up anyway, without Yuji or Yuta by your side? There was absolutely nothing he could do to save you.
Just like his sister.
Just like Gojo-sensei.
Just like everyone else.
It seems unreal to him. Unreal that heâs the one still alive, that all these people lost their lives through his very own hands. Oh, heâll never forget the way you cared for his sister, your dumb inside jokes with Gojo. Heâll never forget the way you held his hand that one night, how your soft smile outshone the heavy moonlight.
âDonât worry Megumi, everything will turn out alright eventually!â
Oh, how wrong you were. How awful these words make his guts turn, how desperately he wants to close his eyes forever.
No, you didnât deserve your fate. Everyone didnât deserve their fates. But he? He deserves nothing but death.
Nothing but emptiness.
Nothing but darkness.
âMegumi.â
Is he hallucinating again? Is your voice hunting him down like it always does? It sounds so clear, near to reach. As if he could open his eyes, stretch out his hands and-
âMegumi.â
Again.
His skin suddenly starts to feel warm, as if someone touches his arm. Impossible, no one should be here, itâs just him in this prison that never ends-
âHey, Iâm here. Itâs me, (y/n).â
â(y/n)?â
That name. That gorgeous name he adores to the moon and back, that last name that saved him from giving up until you died in front of his eyes.
âHey, itâs been a while.â
âYouâre dead.â
That voice sounds so unknown, so far away that you flinch for a second. Is this really Megumi and not just a cheap copy of him? You swallow hard, desperately try to contain your emotions. Oh, how much you longed for this moment, to finally hold the love of your life again. But on the other hand, you canât take the sight in front of you. Him laying curled up on the cold floor, face showing absolutely no emotion.
You shake your head. No, you have to be strong right now. If not for yourself, then for him.
âOpen your eyes, silly. Iâm right hereâ, you reply.
Gently, you cup his cheek with your hand the way he always secretly adored. This just has to work, you need to get him back.
He hesitates for a moment, breath stuck in his throat. Is this really you or just his own sorrow reminding him of the things heâs done? But whatâŠ
He opens his eyes.
His gaze finds yours.
Time stands still.
âI missed you, cutie patootie.â
Reality hits him with full force. This might be a cruel trick, a hallucination. But that nickname was always a little secret between both of you, how you called him in private. No one except you knows about it. No one except you looks at him with so much love gleaming in their eyes. No one exceptâŠ
â(y/n)â, he breathes out.
âI know you think Iâm dead butâŠI made it, Megumi. I never gave up hope to see you again.â
You canât hold back the waterfall of tears that now streams down your cheeks, eyes holding onto his gorgeous face for dear life, afraid to lose him all over again.
â(y/n).â
And for the first time since you know him, his eyes get watery to the point where they overflow with tears, the salty stream getting caught in your hands.
â(y/n)â, he whimpers again.
âDonât feel sorry for what happened. It wasnât you but him. I donât blame youâ, you blurt out immediately.
â(y/n)!â
Faster than youâre able to comprehend whatâs happening, he wraps his longing arms around you, presses you so close that your lungs refuse their service for a second.
âI thought youâre dead. I thoughtâŠI killed you.â
The sheer agony in his voice forms a painful lump in your throat. Oh poor MegumiâŠHe doesnât deserve to feel this way, doesnât deserve to hold all these horrible memories. How much youâd wish you could simply take his pain away, could make him forget what happened.
But all youâre able to do is holding him tightly.
âYou would never harm a single hair on my body-â
âBut I did!â, he screams.
âI hurt you! I almost killed you! Just like Gojo-sensei, just like Tsumiki!â
His voice breaks, a dry whimper escapes his lips.
âIâŠI canât do this anymore. I canât hurt another soul. I donât wanna li-â
âStop right there.â
Desperately, you force him to look into your reddened eyes.
âThis wasnât you, Megumi. Did you hear me? No one ever thought it was you. We loved you, we missed you, we want you back. When Shoko stitched me up, all I was able to think about was you. Fuck that shitty jujutsu world weâre living in, fuck all the curses and monsters and humans. Think about us, Megumi. Think about what you told me back then, that youâll always stay by my side. Because thatâs were I need you, this is why I love you more than anything else. In my eyes, youâll never be anything apart from Megumi Fushiguro!â
Without thinking twice, you press your despairing lips against his, taste the salty tears of him and you that mixed on each otherâs faces. His arms wrap themselves around your back and waist, hold you into place while you get lost against the lips you know so well but yet not at all. Megumi just needs to come back to you, needs to find his willpower again.
âI need youâ, you mutter against his mouth.
âI love you.â
The agony radiating from his voice becomes almost unbearable, lets you hold onto his neck even tighter. No, Megumi didnât deserve what happened to him. He didnât deserve to see his loved ones die right before his eyes. He didnât deserve all the things heâs been through. But this right here, this is just right.
This is a reason to hold on, right?
âPromise me you wonât give upâ, you urge.
âPromise me youâll give yourself the chance to heal, that youâll stand with me and Yuji and the others. Just promise that youâll come back.â
âI swore to myself not to be a burden to this world anymore, that Iâm done with my pathetic life, that I deserve to die. But youâre alive, youâre lying in my armsâŠAnd now Iâm too selfish to do that.â
Again, he caresses your lips with his in the gentlest way while his arms hold you in place.
âIf Iâm not able to look at myself in the mirror, Iâm able to look at you.â
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play stupid games, win stupid prizes, pt. 1
jschlatt x y/n
drunk girls night leads to more when youâre forced to carry out a dare.
you were at a girls night, nothing fancy, just some drinks and games to unwind after a long week.
music played softly from a speaker somewhere, and the room was filled with warmth from laughter and one-too-many drinks. what had started as an innocent game of blackjack had turned into some messed up version of truth or dare wherein every time someone surpasses 21 (or âbustsâ, as niki insists you call it), they have to answer a question or do something embarrassing.
you had thrown caution to the wind hours ago, after, say, the fifth glass of wine. or maybe it was the sixth? you couldnât remember. these girls were your friends, and you in your drunken confidence had no qualms about answering any of their questions.
hell, last round youâd even admitted to having a thing for schlatt.
itâs not that youâre ashamed of it, no, but he had just been such a good friend for so long that it felt weird to admit. you felt a little weird about keeping it a secret for so long, having to hide blushes and act like certain things he did didnât drive you absolutely crazy.
ây/n!â one of your friends called, âitâs your turn!â
you peeked again at your cards, a seven and an eight, fifteen. pausing for a moment, you weighed the options and called, âhitâ for another card.
what you werenât expecting, though, was to get a nine.
âugh, bust!â you called, the second out for this round. your friends giggled and asked you to choose truth or dare.
âtruth!â you replied, like you had each time youâd gotten out earlier.
âcome on, y/n! live a little, choose dare!â niki goaded you.
with a sigh, you switched your choice and your friends huddled up to figure out what to make you do. in the meantime, you reached for the bottle and filled your glass once more, taking a long swig for good measure.
âso,â she started, a shit-eating grin on her face, âi dare you to text schlattâŠâ your heart dropped, are they being for real right now?
âwhat?!â you replied, suddenly very alert.
niki smiled and continued, âi dare you to text schlatt i want you so bad right now.â she put air quotes around the proposed text.
you shook your head violently, heart pounding in your chest, âno fucking way.â
âyouâre so boring! worst case, tell him it was part of the game, iâll back you up.â your friends looked at you with small grins and expectant eyes.
your heart was racing, thoughts zipping by even faster. you shouldâve never told them about him, this was such a mistake, what if he never talks to you again?
but, you took a moment to calm yourself. sheâs right, it is technically just part of a game, right? god, you are such a stick in the mud sometimes, maybe theyâre right. itâll be fun! silly, even. heâll probably laugh about it tomorrow. schlatt might even be asleep by now, itâs 2:30 in the morning, after all.
with one last deep breath, you agreed. âfine. does anyone know where i left my phone?â
with squeals of excitement, your phone was passed over to you and you typed out the message, leaving your phone on the floor and demanding that someone, anyone else pressed send for you as you looked away, tense.
you:
i want u so bad rn
you exhaled in relief when you didnât immediately see bubbles indicating that he was typing. just as you let your guard down, however, you heard the phone buzz, and your friends shrieking in excitement.
schlatt:
send me your location.
cradling your phone in your hands, you deliberated what to do⊠do you tell him? why does he want to know? what if heâs mad? but⊠what if heâs not mad?
with a sigh, you texted back, telling him that you were at nikiâs, and asking why he wanted to know.
schlatt:
the uberâs on itâs way.
âââ
part 2?
#jschlatt#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt x you#jschlatt x y/n#mcyt#chuckle sandwich#minecraft#x reader#prologue
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carmen berzatto x reader | 3.8k | tw: pregnancy, implied smut, general nonsense
âI need a favor.â
âA favor?â
âYes. A favor.â
You were already beginning to regret asking, watching Carmy swivel in his chair and ponder the request. Or he was staring into space, it wasn't clear.
âAlright,â He nodded after a moment. âWhat is it?â
You took a deep breath, bracing yourself. It would have been easier to ask him to murder someone than what you were about to.
âIt turns out that I am responsible for making 30 cupcakes for this Saturday and I could use some guidance.â
âI see,â Carmy nodded, pointing the spoon in his hand at you. âand what else? Sandwiches, burgers, hot dogs, stop me when I get the right one.â
You let out a sigh.
âAnd..three trays of sandwiches. And mini quiches, egg rolls, a cruditĂ©s platter and a cake.â
âOkay,â Carmy sat up a little, lightly tapping the spoon against his cheek. âJust..a couple of questions.â
You walked closer to the desk, leaning against it and giving Carmy a nod. âFire away.â
âFirst, why are you responsible for all of that?â
âBecause apparently I promised my best friend if she ever got pregnant I would plan the entire baby shower.â
âUh-huh. Why?â
âBecause I was very, very intoxicated at her bachelorette party.â
He smirked a little, and you rolled your eyes with a small smile.
âNoted. Second question,â
âThird,â You interjected, holding up three fingers. âTechnically.â
âThird question, is there a theme to this party?â
âNo, of course not,â You frowned, folding your arms. âThemes are for kid's birthday parties and epic novels.â
âHm, I thought so.â
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â
âIt just doesn't seem very..you know,â Carmy set the spoon down in his lap before interlocking his hands. âcohesive, I guess.â
You rested your hand on the desk, lightly tapping your nails on the surface.
âI'm willing to ignore that remark if you help me.â
âAlright, fourth question..why do I have to help you?â
You thought about it for a moment, working out your best angle to get him on board.
âWell..because I love my best friend and I want to give her an amazing experience, it's basically free publicity for the new restaurant, and we're..you know,â You gestured between yourself and Carmy with a grin. âWe're friends. We're close. We kissed that time.â
âYeah, yeah we did,â Carmy nodded, looking down for a moment before looking up with a smile. âWhen we were like..six? I don't see what that has to do with me adding to my already hectic schedule.â
âI would just really appreciate your help, even just a little guidance,â You smiled, holding your hands up. âWhat is the point of having a world-class chef as a friend if he doesn't help you out occasionally..â
âI promise to think about it,â Carmy nodded, picking his spoon back up and pointing at you. âCan you cook anything more advanced than french toast?â
âDepends on your definition of advanced,â You shrugged, pushing off the desk. âI look forward to your decision, I know you'll make the right one.â
âGet out of here,â Carmy rolled his eyes with a small smile. âI'll text you.â
You were heading to the front door when you bumped into Richie, who was carrying a box he promptly dropped on the nearest plastic-covered surface when he saw you, wiping his hands.
âHey. What brings you here?â
âMe?â You gestured to yourself as you walked closer to Richie. âI just..I thought it was time. To declare my undying love for you.â
âHm,â Richie nodded, rubbing his jaw before stepping closer to you and touching your shoulder. âI gotta be honest, I thought you'd never do it. Vegas wedding?â
âVegas wedding,â You nodded with a grin. âBye fuck-face.â
âSee you later darling.â
It was the following afternoon when you got a very simple text from Carmy, relief flooding you as you read it.
âFine. Address?â
Opening your front door and seeing Carmen Berzatto standing on the other side was something you hadn't experienced for a long time, but it was a welcome return.
âCome on in, everything is set up in the kitchen,â You smiled, holding the door open and frowning slightly as you saw a worn grocery store bag in Carmy's hand. âDid you bring stuff when I told you that you didn't need to?â
âSure did,â Carmy nodded, gesturing to his shoes. âOff? On?â
âWhatever you're comfortable with,â You waved your hand, gesturing to the bag. âI got everything, you really didn't need to waste your money on..liquid potassium or whatever, the food is not going to be anything too complicated.â
Carmy raised a brow as he slipped off his shoes. âYou do know I'm a chef, not a mad scientist, right?â
âOh shut up,â You sighed as he laughed, leading him into the kitchen.
âThe fuck is liquid potassium anyway?â
âHere we are,â You spun around to face Carmy, gesturing to your humble kitchen, the dining table covered in various ingredients, in no particular order. âI really appreciate your help, I know you're busy.â
âIt's fine,â Carm nodded, walking over to the table and setting the bag on the floor before picking up things on the table and inspecting them. âI'm not uh..I'm not needed, today.â
âWell I need you,â You grinned, walking over to the table. âThe plan is I prepare everything today, then tomorrow I just have to heat up, and serve.â
âOrganized, I like it,â Carmy nodded, looking over to you. âWhere exactly do I fit in all this?â
âYou..are my assistant for the day. Executive assistant, really.â
You gestured to the bag on the floor. âShow me what you got.â
An hour later, your kitchen was a whole lot messier, but progress was going well. Carmy had the patience of a saint, calmly explaining how everything was done. You were surprised how quickly you were picking up what he taught you, usually you got halfway through a YouTube cooking tutorial and gave up, ordering takeout instead.
âOkay, what's next on the list?â You asked, sprinkling herbs onto the egg roll pastry before wiping your hands. âI still can't believe you made me write a fucking list.â
âYou needed the list,â Carmy grinned, reaching for the slip of paper. âTrust me. Okay, once you've finished those we can..almost cross off all the savory, just cruditĂ©s but that's pretty simple. I can show you how to make dips, if you want.â
âThought you'd never ask,â You grinned, flicking a loose crumb of pastry at him. âthe vegetables are in the..â
You looked up for a minute, trying to think.
âBottom of the fridge,â Carmy supplied, gently touching your back as he passed you to get to the fridge. âgot them.â
You rolled up the pastry under your hands, setting it aside with the other egg rolls that had been prepared.
âSo how has it been, being back?â You asked, going to rinse your hands. âI feel like I never asked you properly.â
âIt's..fine, yeah,â Carmy replied, his head in the fridge when you glanced over to him. âHasn't changed, much, well..you know. Never thought I'd end up back here.â
âAt least you got out,â You shrugged, drying your hands before moving back to the counter. âHow was New York? Incredible?â
âIncredible,â Carmy repeated, coming back to join you and reaching for a bowl. âHand me that cucumber, please?â
âI need to visit one day,â You sighed, reaching for the cucumber and handing it over. âIt's like..it's just there, I can go anytime, but I don't..I will, though.â
âMm,â Carmy nodded. âYou can pour greek yogurt into a bowl if you want.â
âOn it,â You smiled, going to get a bowl. âI feel like such a domestic goddess right now, I gotta say. I never really cook. Not like this.â
âAre you enjoying it?â Carmy asked, not looking up from cutting up the cucumber. âI know cutting up vegetables isn't exactly an adrenaline rush.â
âI am enjoying it,â You got a bowl and went to set it on the counter, standing by Carmy. âIt's relaxing. I'm not thinking about anything except the next step. I don't have to worry about anything except what I add next.â
âLemon,â Carmy gestured to the yellow fruit over on the table. âWorry over.â
You smiled as you spooned the yogurt into the bowl, glancing over to Carmy. âYou wanna know a secret?â
âIs it..that you're actually a serial killer who kills your victims by liquid potassium poisoning?â
âOh shut the fuck up,â You groaned, going to grab the lemons as Carmy laughed and shook his head.
âDon't worry, your secret is safe with me. What's this other secret?â
âNo, I'm not telling you now,â You sighed, taking the lemons back to the counter. âIf you're just gonna be an ass.â
âI'm sorry, I'm sorry,â Carm murmured softly, gently nudging you. âPlease tell me.â
âIt's a world exclusive secret,â You grinned, walking over to the table and picking up your bag from one of the chairs. âOnly three people will now know..â
You reached into your bag, pulling out a clean white envelope.
âTime to see if we need to use the pink or blue food dye.â
âWhat do you mean?â Carmy looked over to you. âLike a..gender reveal? That's still a thing?â
âI know it's a little cheesy,â You shrugged, looking down at the envelope. âBut my best friend is just really excited to have this baby, she wants to know everything she can. So she gave me this,â You held up the envelope. âAnd I get to whip up some frosting.â
âSo, what's it gonna be?â Carmy asked as you walked back over.
âLet's see,â You opened the envelope slowly, feeling Carmy's eyes on you. âAh..not what I expected.â
You handed the paper over to Carmy as you picked up a lemon. âThere's gonna be a little kid running around that looks like her..crazy.â
âNice, though,â Carmy shrugged, setting the paper aside. âYou know, if you..if you're someone that wants that.â
âMm,â You nodded, taking a knife to cut the lemon. âShe has, for a long time. I was so excited for her when she told me. Then I went and agreed to do all this, because..â
âYou were drunk?â Carmy supplied.
âYes, that,â You laughed, shaking your head. âIt's not going that bad though, right? Everything is under control.â
âTrue, but uh..â You looked up as you felt Carmy's hand on your arm, looking down and finding yourself staring at his tattoos.
âYou might want to cut the lemons, not your fingers.â
âWhat? Shit,â You frowned as you looked back to your hands, a trickle of blood appearing. âSpoke too soon.â
âIt's okay,â Carmy led you to the sink. âjust wash it off, have you got band-aids?â
âUh..yeah, I think so,â You nodded, running the water. âin the bathroom cabinet.â
âOkay, wait here.â
A few minutes later you were leaning against the counter watching Carmy apply a band-aid to your finger with the precision of a surgeon.
âI can't remember the last time someone put a band-aid on me,â You murmured softly. âThanks.â
âDon't mention it,â Carm looked up, his hand still holding yours. âI'm an expert at it.â
âSo I see,â You smiled, inspecting your finger. âExcellent work. I'll be sure and recommend you.â
âI might need the extra work,â He sighed. âWe're getting close to the deadline and it just feels like we're not progressing.â
âHey,â You gently squeezed his hand. âStressing out won't change anything except to make everything harder. Just keep going, do what you need to do, and then on the tiny, tiny, chance it doesn't work out you have a career lined up as a professional band-aider. You can patch up my victims.â
Carmy was quiet for a moment before he laughed, really laughed, and you felt a weight slip off your shoulders.
After a moment a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, your eyes held on each other.
âIââ
âI should actually be going,â Carmy spoke before you could finish. âI just remembered I need to call this guy about the..â
âOkay,â You nodded, clearing your throat. âI can..I can handle the rest. Don't let me keep you if you're in a rush.â
You could see the guilt in Carmâs eyes, choosing to look away.
âI'm sorry to leave you in the middle of all this.â
âDon't be sorry,â You shrugged, looking down to your bandaged finger. âIt's my responsibility, I got it. Thank you for your help.â
Carmen gave you a nod and you mustered up a smile in return, watching him leave.
A couple of hours later, the sun had set and your kitchen lights were bright as you flicked some cupcake batter off your fingers. When you heard a knock at the door you looked up, pausing for a minute before grabbing a cloth to wipe your hands.
âComing, hang on.â You called, setting the cloth aside and heading to the door.
It wasn't a total surprise to see Carmen on the other side.
âHey,â He said after a moment. âCan I come in?â
âOf course,â You stood aside, holding the door open. âCome on in.â
You watched him as he took a deep breath, hand clutching the zip of his jacket.
âSo, about earlier, I-â
âI know,â You smiled, holding up your hand. âIt was a lot. It was fun, and..domestic, and kind of intense, and that's a lot. I get it.â
âYeah,â Carmy breathed, nodding sofly. âBut..I'd still like to help you out, if you'll let me.â
âThen get your shoes off and get in the kitchen,â You smiled. âI'm just starting the cupcakes. Assistance is definitely needed.â
Half an hour and a lot of batter later, the cupcakes were in the oven, and the daunting prospect of the cake stood in front of you.
âDo I really need to make a cake and cupcake?â You mused, looking at the messy counter. âIt feels excessive.â
âYou're making the cake,â Carm nudged you gently. âShow me what you've learned.â
âPrepare to be amazed,â You grinned. âFor better or worse.â
You cleared some space on the counter and glanced over to Carmy for a moment with a raised brow. âHold still, you got batter in your hair.â
You gently moved your hand to carefully remove the fleck of batter.
âWould I be out of line to suggest you might be overdue for a haircut?â
Carmy laughed softly and shook his head, ruffling his messy curls.
âIt's on a list, somewhere. I'll get round to it eventually.â
âI could do it,â You suggested, looking back to the counter and taking a clean bowl. âI know my way around a pair of scissors.â
âReally?â
âReally really,â You nodded, reaching for the flour. âyou help me with this cake, I'll make you look like a new man.â
âDeal.â
Once the cupcakes were out of the oven and the cake was in, you sent Carmy off to wash his hair in your shower, leaning against the counter when he was gone and taking a deep breath. You reached for the note that your best friend had given you, smiling as you read over it.
When Carm came back into the kitchen, you felt your heart race a little. He was dressed the same of course but his damp hair was slicked back, and he had a warm, clean scent that still had a musk to it that was really doing it for you.
âThe cake will be a while, I checked,â You smiled. âSkewered it like a pro. Take a seat, let's get you fixed up.â
âAre you going to skewer me?â Carmy asked, raising a brow as he sat on the chair you'd moved up by the counter. âI'm a little intrigued.â
âYou'll see,â You grinned, picking up the blue towel you'd grabbed when Carmy was in the shower. âBe on your best behavior just in case.â
âYes ma'am.â
âAlright,â You draped the towel around Carmy's shoulders, adjusting it a little before picking up the scissors and a comb. âLet's see what we can do. Head down, please.â
âAbout earlier,â Carmy began, and you felt a knot twist in your stomach. âI..I just want to apologize, I shouldn't have just left like that.â
âIt's okay,â You murmured softly, gently combing his hair and holding the ends between your fingers. âLike I said, I get it.â
âNo, it's..it's complicated,â Carmy sighed. âBecause..I don't want you to think that I didn't enjoy being domestic and having fun with you, because I did, and I think you're great, I really..I really like you and it just freaked me the fuck out a little.â
âLike when we were six,â You smiled softly, gently snipping his hair. âAnd I kissed you. You freaked out and left me alone in that treehouse. I was devastated.â
âHey I didn't expect it,â Carm shrugged. âYou didn't give me a heads up.â
âI'm giving you one now,â You grinned, lightly tapping his head with the comb. âHead up, please.â
âWhy did you do it?â Carm asked, soft curiosity in his voice.âI mean, why did you..why me?â
âYou weren't like the other boys in our class,â You shrugged, gently sweeping the comb through Carmy's hair. âAnd you weren't like Richie or your brother. You were just..Carmy. I always thought about you. I liked that you were doing your own thing. Tilt your head sideways, please..thanks.â
He stayed quiet while you cut his hair so you kept talking.
âI don't think I really had a crush on you or anything back then, I just liked you. Then as we got older I started seeing you differently but I never acted on it because I didn't think you were interested. We never really hung out much, for all I knew you were a major dick. Then,you were gone and I tried to forget you..head down, please.â
âWhat do you think now?â
You thought about it for a moment, holding the comb in Carmy's hair.
âI think..you've actually got really great hair.â
âThat so?â
âOh yeah,â You nodded. âI mean usually it looks like a bird should be nesting in it so anything is an improvement.â
He laughed slightly and you felt your shoulders drop a little.
âI also think,â You murmured softly, slowly closing the scissors on the ends of his hair. âThose tattoos on your hands are really doing it for me.â
âYeah?
âBig time.â
A silence hung over you as you continued the haircut, trying to keep your hands steady.
âJust because I freaked out doesn't mean that I don't..that I haven't been thinking about you.â
âYeah?â You mused, lightly brushing some hair off the towel.
âBig time. But..â Carmy let out a sigh, clearing his throat. âI'm really not..an expert at the whole relationship thing. I'm not even a novice, I'm like..a nightmare. I can't do the flowers and dates and meeting the parents and all that like..I know I should want all that and maybe I do but..something just stops me and I can't..I can't do it.â
You slowly walked around to stand in front of Carmy, meeting his eyes as you glanced down.
âHead up, please.â
You focused your attention on his hair, feeling the nervous energy radiating from him.
âFirst of all, you know my parents. So that's not relevant. Second of all..I'm not saying that I want a relationship because I don't even know if I do. But..I wouldn't mind having someone I hang out with, watching movies and talking shit and eating takeout and figuring out if we want to be more but it's okay because we're still good how we are. And I could see you being that person.â
You took a step back, tilting your head slightly.
âAll done.â
âGood,â Carmy nodded, standing up and stepping closer to you, his hands reaching out to touch your face and leaning in close til you felt like you couldn't breathe. âYou can check the cake.â
You let out a frustrated sigh before laughing and moving your hands to grip the towel around Carmy's shoulders.
âYou're definitely a major dick.â
You pulled him in for a kiss, feeling a rush shoot through you. When you pulled back you thought your heart was on fire.
âWow, you've really improved,â You grinned. âI'm impressed.â
âYou don't know the half of it.â Carmy grinned, pulling you back in for another kiss.
He wasn't lying, as you discovered when he put you up on the counter and feasted on you til you cried.
You had wasted no time, pulling him right down onto the kitchen floor to show what you'd learned too.
The next day, when you watched your best friend cut into the cake and scream with joy as layers of pink and blue sponge were revealed, you made a silent vow to volunteer your services more often.
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The Beach - John B Routledge
Summary: You're new to the Pogues, you've been with them for over a year. Sarah and John B have been broken up for a little bit after he found out she cheated, and you hadn't had a boyfriend since you left Rafe on the boat. He takes you and his friends to the beach- only to run into your ex and his friends. One can only imagine when the Kooks and Pogues clash again.
Content warning: Violence, mentions of kidnapping and drugging.
Word count: 2,840
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âThe waves are gorgeous today, you cominâ?â John B holds onto the doorframe as he leans in your room. You close your book a bit, eyes narrowing.
âI donât surf, John B. But Iâd love to watch you surf.â You smile softly and put your bookmark in, standing up and stretching after spending a few hours in your bed.
John B took in every inch of you as you lean your head back. Cold air sucks through his teeth slowly as his eyes watch your muscles tighten on your stomach, your arms above your head, listening to the soft grunts and whimpers you make.
John B clears his throat, blinking a few times. âRight, uh, Iâll-weâll be in the Twinkie.â You stand up straight and nod, turning away from him. John B turns quickly on his heels and sighs, running a hand through his hair and heading outside.
JJ is tying the last board to the top of the van when you come out of the house in your bikini and one of John Bâs button ups. Kiara spots you first and smirks, nudging JJ who whistles. Sarah rolls her eyes.
You hop in behind the driverâs seat, pushing your sunglasses on your head and putting your bag between your feet. âI packed a few snacks, I didnât know if there was a cooler or anything but I didnât want you guys to get hungry.â You smile softly at the Pouges and they all thank you, JJ offering a beer in return, which you decline. You did share his joint with him.
The Pogues found you on the boat where they were saving their friend Sarah, John Bâs girlfriend at the time. Rafe had taken you on board as his girlfriend-hostage. You told him you didnât want to go but Rose gave you and Sarah a tea to make you sleepy, and Rafe hated himself for it.. for a few weeks.
The Pogues didnât know you and you didnât know them, but they couldnât leave you behind. You jumped in the water and John B pulled you into their boat, making sure you were okay before speeding away.
It was awkward the first few days. You didnât say much and they didnât try to initiate conversation- except for John B.
No matter if you were sitting by yourself, he made sure to go over and make sure you felt included. Heâd bring you over to the group if they were playing a game, and when they played 21 questions, you opened up to them a bit more.
You were still hesitant around them, not speaking up when someone asks what they should do or telling someone theyâre wrong. You were new and didnât feel like you had a right to speak up, as you werenât technically a Pogue.
John B parks on the beach and you smile, dropping your sunglasses on your nose and stepping onto the warm sand with a relaxed groan, arms out wide as you soak in the sun.
His ears perk up and the hair on his neck tickles him, making him rub it aggressively. His eyes move to his side mirror, watching his shirt blow in the wind on you, exposing your whole torso.
âAre you gonna make a move or are you just going to keep staring at her creepily?â JJ teases and John B pushes his friendâs head. They hop out and help the others pull the boards down.
As you reach up to help bring the last one down, you hear engines roaring behind you. Topperâs car comes into view and you gasp softly, knowing Rafe was most likely behind him.
John B notices your shaky fingers and grabs your hands, pushing his thumb in the hair tie around your wrist. âHey, itâs okay, youâre okay.â You look at him and nod, your face turning white as you watch Rafe open his door and step out, eyes on you.
âI wonât let anything happen to you, okay?â You nod and John B hugs you tightly, trying to correct your nerves.
âPretty sure thatâs Rafeâs girl youâre feeling up. Do you have a thing for sloppy seconds?â Topper laughs as he stands in the middle of the Kooks and Pogues.
John Bâs jaw clenches and he starts to walk over. âJohn B.. hey, hey! You canât fight, no fighting, please.â You beg, gripping his forearm. He looks at your hand then back in your eyes, nodding.
He meets up with Topper and you couldnât watch. You were afraid a fight was going to start, and Rafe couldnât stop staring at you and you could feel it.
John B eventually came back over with a sour look on his face, grabbing his board and sticking it in the sand to pull off his shirt. He looks at you and you catch it, John B giving you a soft smile.
You find a spot for your towel where you were blocked from Rafeâs view but you could still see every part of the ocean. You planned on reading your book, but you couldnât when John B was surfing perfectly.
Your chin rests in your hands with your elbows on your knees as you watch the boys in the water. JJ and Topper surf next to each other only to have Topper wipe completely out, resulting in you folding over in laughter at him.
John B and JJ take a rest in the water so you take the opportunity to pull out your book. Before you could get through the page, you hear a knock on the Twinkie.
âYn.â Rafe smiles softly and you stand up quickly, glancing over at the ocean where John B had his back turned.
âRafe.. I donât.. I donât want to talk to you.â You wrap your arms around yourself to calm yourself but it doesnât work. Every Pogue was in the ocean. The Kooksâ view was blocked. No one was paying attention.
Rafe takes a step closer and you take a big one back. âYn.. I just want to apologize for what I did to you.â His voice sounds sincere but his eyes tell a different story. You knew Rafe, he couldnât be sympathetic. He was just like his father, how Rafe always wanted to be.
âRafe, please..â your voice trails to a whisper, pleading him to leave you alone with your fingers lacing together. John B turns around to check on you, and does a double take when he sees Rafe and you slowly stepping back.
âShit. JJ, letâs go!â The two paddle back to shore, leaving their boards in the sand by the water as they run over to you. John B stands in front of you and JJ stands in front of him.
âThe fuck are you doing over here, Rafe?â John B darkens his eyes and he pushes you behind him. You were sure John B could feel your heartbeat on his back. Your nose touches his shoulder blade, peeking your eyes over his shoulder.
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to Yn, John B. Is there a problem with me talking to my girlfriend?" Your stomach starts to spin. John B clenches his fists.
"I'm pretty sure she stopped being girlfriend when you had your step mommy drug her and you kidnapped her." JJ spits and you smile softly at him defending you too.
"Yn, I really am sorry." Rafe steps forward again and John B puts an arm around you from behind him, his hand on your ribs as he pulls you into his salty back.
"You need to go, Rafe," John B's fingers grip his shirt on your body, your cheek pressing against his back where his heartbeat drums loudly in your ear. "Now."
"Scurry on back to your Kooks, don't worry about Yn, you have a girl over there." JJ shoos his hand and Rafe backs away, trying to get a look at you again.
"I'll see you around Yn!" Rafe shouts as he passes the twinkie.
"No you won't, Rafe!" John B yells back.
You try everything to keep the tears from falling but your hands cover your eyes as you begin to shake. "Hey, hey, hey!" John B catches you and holds you tightly close to him as you cry. He sits you both down on your towel slowly.
"How could he think that was okay?" You weep, leaning into John B's shoulder. He sighs and shakes his head, rubbing your arm to help calm your sobs. "Sometimes I just wanna.." You fist a pile of sand, clenching it tightly before letting the particles fall through your fingers.
"Hit him?" John B chuckles and the look you gave him made him stop. He hadn't seen a look like this from you before. "Kill him."
"I feel like I could finally breathe if he wasn't here.â You sigh and John B clears his throat and you canât help but laugh. âIâm sorry, that sounded crazy.â John B starts to laugh too, shaking your body against his with his hand on your shoulder.
âI canât say I blame you, honestly.â You two finally look at each other and a soft gasp catches in your throat, your faces close to one another. âHe never deserved you."
John B's hand squeezes your shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as he looks at your lips. You lean in slowly only to gasp excitedly and turn John B's head with your hand holding his chin. "It's a hatch!"
You pull him up with you, calling the others over. Kiara squats next to you as you watch them scurry to the sea, JJ and John B making a path for them.
Unbeknownst to you, Rafe was climbing into the driver's seat of his car, starting the engine and revving it. You and John B talk to the turtles as they push through the heavy sand, Kiara taking notice of Rafe in the car. "Hey, stop! There's a hatch!"
You turn around and hear the rev, eyes widening as you look between the turtles and the car. You race to the twinkie, hurrying to find anything that could stop Rafe from killing any of these turtles.
Kiara frantically waves her arms and shouts. JJ and John B are trying to get the turtles to move faster without disturbing nature. You, however, found an old metal baseball bat.
Fuck no fighting, fuck staying quiet, fuck being scared. It was your turn to be scary.
You grip the baseball bat tight in your palms, knuckles turning white when Rafe's car comes into view. You stand in his path, running towards him as he drives and slamming the baseball bat into his windshield.
Glass shatters in his lap and on the hood, a piece cutting your cheek. He brakes aggressively and you don't stop swinging. Sideview mirrors, headlights, tail lights, windows, everything.
"Fuck! You!" You yell over and over, Rafe watching with his hands on his head. "What? Were you gonna try and kill me again, huh?! Did you tell those Kook cunts how you drugged and kidnapped me, or are you still trying to portray yourself as a 'good guy' just like your dad?" You scream as you continue to shatter his back windshield.
"Yn, stop!" JJ grabs the bat with one hand and wraps an arm around your waist, puling you away with John B taking the bat.
"Expect a visit from Shoupe." Rafe smirks.
"Hope your buddies didn't catch me saying you kidnapped and drugged me or you should expect one from Shoupe too!" You yell, Rafe looking at all his friends recording and his smirk drops as well as the color in his face.
JJ carries you all the way over to the Twinkie and puts you inside, pointing his finger at you. "You're in timeout." You snicker and lay back against the floor, covering your eyes with your arms.
You couldn't believe how quickly your mood flipped. But the threat of killing baby turtles sent you over the edge. You sit up and lean out of the van, watching the last few turtles become one with the sea. John B comes over with his board and reaches up to put it on top of his van. You back up slowly to sit against the seats and stare at his body stretching in front of you.
He stands flat on his feet and you look at your nails before he could catch you staring. He helps put the other ones on top and you glance every now and then at his v-line. Everyone eventually gets back in and the drive home is quiet, and you felt at fault.
You wanted to find your place in this wonderful group of friends but you fear you just ruined it. The twinkie squeals to a stop and you're the first one out of the van. John B watches you run into the house, a sigh escaping his nose as his eyelashes flutter.
Everyone disperses elsewhere and John B follows you in to your room. Your door was cracked a bit, John B peeking his eye in to see you laying on your side with a pillow over your head, bandaid on your cheek. He knocks softly to make his presence known but the squeaky hinges did it for him.
You didn't budge. He sat next to you on your bed, looking at the closed door before laying next to you with his back on yours. You two lay like that for a while, just passing breaths back and forth. You could hear JJ and Kiara laughing together outside through your window.
Finally, you roll on your back and stare at the ceiling, studying the popcorn divots in it. John B lays on his left side, hand holding up his head as he looks at you.
He watches your eyelashes as you blink, the twitch of your lips, studying every freckle. You purse your lips softly and he can't stop staring. The tip of your tongue pokes out slightly to wet your lips and you deeply sigh and close your eyes.
John B lifts his hand, using the smallest tip of his finger to trace down your nose, exhaling as he drags. He does it again but to your eyebrows. Your lips part just a bit and finger brushes over the delicate skin.
"He never deserved you." His voice was barely a whisper when his finger traces your jaw, his words from earlier filling the air. You open your eyes, John B's face hovering near yours.
You move closer to him, fully under him now. Your hand pushes back the hair that falls in front of his eyes and you drown in the color. "But he did deserve the bat to the car." You wink and he laughs. His smile slowly drops and he's back to staring intently at you. "Are you ever going to kiss me?" You whisper, a rumble of a laugh coming from John B's throat before pressing his lips softly to yours.
Your arm wraps around his neck and you pull his weight on top of you, his hand holding his body up a bit as his lips move perfectly against yours. Your fingers grip his hair, your right hand pushing down his back and scratching up softly, John B pulling back while biting your lip with a soft groan.
"I've been wanted to do that for so long." He kisses your cheek and jaw, your arms tightening around him to bring him into a hug. "I'm so happy you jumped off that boat, Yn."
"Me fucking too." You kiss his chest and he falls next to you on the other side of you now, the both of you on your sides as you look at each other. "Do you think Sarah's going to be annoyed?"
"I honestly really don't care what Sarah thinks." He pecks your nose. "I've been dreaming about this day since I saw you reading on the hammock a while ago." He blinks a few times as if he was reliving it all over again. "You were always reading, you still are. You still weren't really talking a lot but you started to, even after all that shit in Barbados." He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest.
"I know, I just.. I was new, I still am. I don't want to say something and then you guys get mad because I'm not a Pogue."
"You are most certainly a Pogue now." He kisses you a few times before continuing his story. "I remember it was sundown, you love to read and watch the sunset. But I remember this time, you weren't reading, you were nodding off. The book kept falling forward and it eventually fell on your chest. You just looked so peaceful." He wasn't looking at you when he told this story, but out the window to the hammock.
"Sarah is such a fucking idiot." You breathe before kissing him again, rolling on top of him with your hands on his chest. "She didn't deserve you."
"Those fucking Camerons, they have no idea what theyâre missing."
âSucks for them.â You smirk, kissing him again and holding his neck as you deepen the kiss, John Bâs fingers tangled in your hair.
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†find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING
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SUMMARY âł Not everybody takes time to appreciate the holidays, it seems. Damianâs brow furrows as he inspects your arm. âYou wereâŠâ âAwesome?â âReckless.â pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne warnings: nada wc: 3.2k
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It takes some convincing from Damian and Jon for them to let you go back to work. Jon says you shouldnât be back so soon after getting shot. You tell him that your body is fine and ready to go, and also remind him that one of the first things you did when you were better was spar with the whole damn Batfamily. He looks properly sheepish after being chastised.
Damian says that you donât need the job anymore, since you live with his family now. You tease him, asking if you technically classify as his sugar baby. He scoffs, turning away. It gets him off your case.
Sam damn near jumps over the counter to get to you when they see you walk in. â[Name]!â
At Samâs shout, Carrie and Garrett pop their heads out from the back. Carrieâs face lights up, smile lines showing as she rushes over to join you and Samâs hug. Garrett lets one of his rare smiles show, patting your head.
âYou shouldnât be back so soon,â frowns Carrie, pulling back.
You would lift up your shirt to show that you were fine, but sheâs right, you shouldnât be back so soon. A bullet wound on a normal person wouldnât be completely healed just yet, but, you know, super healing. Youâve been left with a very faint scar. Jon spent his time tracing it, eyes hard and lidded. It gave you goosebumps when his fingers would pass over it.
You wave them off, laughing softly at their concern. "I'm fine, guys, really. It's good to be back."
Sam eyes you skeptically, arms crossed. "You better take it easy, though. We can handle things here."
Carrie nods in agreement, though she's smiling. "Just don't overdo it. We were worried sick about you."
Garrett gives you a nod of approval, his expression serious yet supportive. "Glad to see you're up and about, [Name]. Take care of yourself."
You promise them you will, appreciating their concern and warmth. Sam ushers you behind the counter, immediately putting you to (light) work, much to your amusement.
"So, spill," Sam insists, leaning in conspiratorially. "What happened?â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask as you organize some sugar packets.
âDude, Robin and Superboy literally hauled your ass out of here.â
âThey just took me to the hospital, Sam,â you sigh. âI got shot, it was pretty urgent.â Shoving a pastry in Sam's mouth, you push past them to ready the coffee makers. âIn other news, I moved in with my future rich spouse.â Itâs a way to distract them from questioning too much.
Predictably, Sam chokes on the bun. âWhat!? Hold on, back up a minute, when did you start dating somebody?â
âIt was a joke, weâre just friends,â you chuckle. âHeâs a huge worrywart and refused to let me go back to my apartment. Could barely walk out of the front door this morning. Said I didnât even need this job anymore, basically said heâd take care of me.â He didnât really, but whatever. âIsnât he sweet?â
âSo youâre telling me he basically said you can be the rich trophy partner? Why the hell are you here then?â Sam deadpans.
You match their expression. âWow. Nice to know I was missed.â
Sam rolls their eyes. âYouâre impossible. Whoâs the guy anyway?â
âDamian Wayne.â
Sam blinks. Once. Twice. âCan you repeat that? I couldâve sworn you said Damian Wayne. Son of Bruce Wayne. Heir to Wayne Enterprises.â
You huff, placing a hand on your hip as their brain fumbles. âDude, you bagged the big one. Holy shit, I didnât know you could pull like that.â
âI told you, weâre just friends.â
âI thought he was, like, stuck up, or something. Cold ice prince type.â
You feel the need to defend Damianâs honor, even if Sam has no true ire towards him. âHeâs nice. A good friend. Heâs just⊠awkward.â
Sam takes time to look at you, a brow raised. You hope they're not doing that thing when they just look at you and know all of your secrets. Eventually they hum, dropping it.
â...You think you can ask his dad to pay my tuitionââ
Tonight marks your first official patrol with the Batfamily. You're already suited up, crouched on the ledge of a rooftop with Damian. His cape billows in the wind. The city below is alive with lights and sounds, a symphony of Gothamâs nighttime pulse. You adjust your stance, feeling the adrenaline start to course through your veins. Damian is focused, his eyes scanning the streets for any sign of trouble.
"Keep your eyes sharp," Damian says, his voice a low murmur. "Gotham's quiet tonight, but that can change in an instant."
You nod, your own senses heightened, every sound amplified in the quiet of the rooftop. The tension in the air is palpable, a reminder of the city's ever-present dangers.
Damian glances at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You ready for this?"
âBeen ready, are you?â you challenge with a smile.
Suddenly, a voice speaks into your ear. It's Barbara. "We've got a situation near downtown. Reports of a robbery in progress."
Damian tenses, his eyes narrowing. "Let's move."
You both leap from the rooftop, descending into the city's shadows. The thrill of the chase ignites your senses as you navigate the rooftops with practiced ease. Damian is a blur of motion beside you, his movements precise and controlled.
Your arm muscles tense and release with every web swing. You take time to twirl and flip around Damian in an elegant dance as he swings with his grappling hook. The two of you move around each other in synchronized harmony.
As you near the location of the robbery, you spot the scene from above. A group of masked men are trying to break into a high-end jewelry store. The glass is shattered, and the alarm is blaring. Damian signals for you to flank them from opposite sides.
You land silently behind a dumpster, observing the thieves as they hurriedly shove jewelry into bags. Damian moves in from the other side, his presence a shadow in the night. You wait for his signal, your muscles coiled like springs.
With a sharp nod from Damian, you spring into action. You leap out, webbing one of the thugs to the ground before he even realizes whatâs happening. Damian disarms another with a swift kick, his movements fluid and efficient.
The remaining thieves scramble, but they're no match for the two of you. You dart between them, your webbing and acrobatics keeping them off balance. Damian is a blur of motion, his strikes precise and powerful. Within moments, the robbers are subdued, webbed up and disarmed.
Damian steps back, catching his breath. "Nice work," he says, his tone grudgingly approving.
"Were you practicing those moves to impress me?â you ask cheekily.
âWhy, were you watching me?â
âI just canât take my eyes off of you,â you sigh dramatically.â
âStop flirting, losers,â Stephanie teases on the comms.
Just as you're about to talk back, a low rumble echoes through the alley. The ground shakes slightly, and you exchange a wary glance with Damian. A nearby manhole cover bursts open, and a hulking figure emerges from the sewers. It's Killer Croc, his massive form towering over you both. What the hell.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Croc growls, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.
You throw up your hands. âCome on man, I wanted an easy night.â
Croc advances with heavy footsteps, his massive claws glinting in the dim light. Guess heâs not in the mood for chit-chat. Croc chuckles, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "Think you can stop me, little bats?" His voice reverberates through the space, filling the space with menace.
âI am not a bat,â you mutter. âOnly in spirit I guess." Killer Croc has a similar demeanor to that of Rhino, at least in terms of size. Youâve dealt with more than enough of them to be well equipped to deal with this situation.
You exchange a quick nod with Damian, silently communicating your plan. "Let's do this," he says, his voice low but determined.
Without hesitation, you both spring into action. Damian charges forward, engaging Croc head-on with a series of lightning-fast strikes and evasive maneuvers. Meanwhile, you use your agility and webs to dart around Croc, aiming to distract and disorient him.
Croc swings a massive fist, aiming for Damian, who narrowly dodges and counters with a precise kick to the knee. You take advantage of the opening, firing webbing at Croc's arms, aiming to restrict his movements. The webs hold momentarily before Croc tears through them with brute force. Boo.
"Keep him distracted!" Damian calls out, his voice cutting through the chaos.
You nod, focusing on keeping Croc off balance while Damian assesses the situation. With each move, you gauge Croc's reactions, looking for vulnerabilities to exploit. His strength is immense, and you start to hope this wonât take long. Youâd like to get a decent rest tonight.
Damian maneuvers around Croc, striking with calculated precision. His training and experience shine through as he lands blows with pinpoint accuracy, each one aimed at weakening Croc's defenses. You watch in awe, both of Damian's skill and the sheer determination in his eyes.
As the fight wears on, Croc becomes more aggressive, his attacks growing wilder and more unpredictable. You dart in and out, using the environment to your advantage, hoping to find an opening. It's a dangerous dance, the alley echoing with the sounds of combat and the occasional growl from Croc.
Croc is getting overwhelmed, which means heâll get desperate. His eyes keep darting to the window. Heâs gonna try to escape, shit.
He shoves Damian to the side with his arm. For a split second, you want to make sure heâs alright, but you know he is. Trust that he is. You seize an opportunity to leap onto Croc's back as he charges out of the alley and onto the street. The sudden movement sends pedestrians scattering, and cars screech to a halt to avoid the monstrous figure rampaging through the city. You wrap his shoulders, providing you some extra distance from him as he tries to reach for you. He bucks and twists as he runs, trying to shake you off.
Croc flips up cars as he runs. Your claws dig into his shoulders as you steer him out of people's way the best you can, while simultaneously trying not to get thrown off. People scream and flee as cars swerve to avoid the chaos. With each passing moment, your muscles strain under the weight and movement of the monstrous villain.
âShould you be on vacation or something? Itâs the holidays! Take a day off, Christ,â you grumble.
Croc chuckles dangerously. âHang on tight, not-bat.â
Itâs your only warning (aside from your senses screaming at you to get out of the way. Too bad you canât) as Croc makes a superhuman leap, crashing straight through a window of Gotham Mall. Your suit protects you from the glass as it crashes down around you. Shoppers scream and scatter as the massive creature barrels through the aisles, sending displays and merchandise flying.
âDo you have any non-destructive hobbies?â you huff, dodging his grabby hands. Croc cuts a corner narrowly, slamming you slightly into a wall.
âSwimming. In the sewers.â
âWell, of course, where else?â Oh shit, thereâs a baby in the way! You throw a web from each wrist, pulling yourself over to the stroller. You pick it up and narrowly move it out of Killer Crocâs way, putting it down next to the mother and quickly webbing yourself back onto Croc.
âThank you!â the mother cries.
âYouâre welcome!â is all you can say before your web pulls you back onto Croc. You curl your hand into a tight fist and hit him right in his head as you return. Croc staggers from the force of your punch, shaking his head as he attempts to regain his bearings. His momentum slows, giving you a moment to catch your breath.
âSpinnerette, report,â Bruce asserts in your ear.
âUh, Killer Crocâs rampaging in Gotham Mall. Trying to minimize the damage,â you breathe, dodging another swipe from Croc.Â
The noise of glass shattering and displays being knocked over is deafening. You hear Damian's voice cut through the chaos over the comms, âIâm en route. Hang tight.â
You cling tighter to Croc, using your agility to stay out of his reach as he wreaks havoc through the mall. âYeah, hanging tight is kind of the plan,â you mutter, half to yourself.
You web his face, causing him to growl in frustration. Croc has a thick hide as protection, so your fangs wonât be able to pierce him. Your venom is useless here, which sucks because it wouldâve been really nice to have in this situation.
Okay, youâre on the third floor of the mall, since the bastard jumped real high. How can you trap him? His advantage is his strength, so you need to restrain him so that he canât use it. The whirring of a grappling hook catches your attention. Looking behind you, you see Damian swinging over to you, surprisingly gaining speed.
You spray a web towards him, catching him by the chest. Damian grips it as you pull him towards you. He lands with ease on top of Crocâs back. Croc's roar of frustration reverberates through the mall as Damian joins you.
âFancy seeing you here,â you quip.
"Thought you could use a hand," Damian replies, his eyes never leaving Croc.
You grab his hands and wrap them around the makeshift web reins you had attached to Croc. âSheââ you tap the ring you gifted him you know is under his glove, ââwill tell you what to do. Donât let him hurt anybody.â
Damian tries to catch your hand as you swing away, but youâre too quick for him. You gain speed, swinging ahead and away from Croc. âTell me where a big glass window I can crash through is, K.â
âTake a left here.â
You swerve to the left. You can hear the commotion behind you as Croc thrashes and roars, but you focus on finding an exit point.
âStraight ahead.â
There. A large window overlooking the city. You see other buildings sparking with lights. Bracing yourself, you send yourself hurling into it. The glass shatters as you crash through it, arms out in front of you to protect yourself. Screams of people fade away behind you as you fall into the air. Youâre lucky, thereâs an intersection below you.
You swing onto a nearby lightpost. âI need the biggest and stickiest web you got, K.â You launch off and aim your hands in the middle of the intersection.
âCertainly, but it wonât be big enough for Killer Croc,â she says as a good and proper spider web slinks out and attaches to nearby light posts and buildings. The spiral pattern doesnât extend to the radius of the web. âYouâll need to spin the rest of the web yourself.â
Bouncing off the center of the web, you start spinning the web across the intersection. The web begins to take shape, forming a large, intricate net that spans the entire intersection. Civilians look up in awe at your work.Â
âSpinner!â
You look over as you hop across the web to see Nightwing grappling over. âGet the civvies out of here!â
He pauses, then nods. He swings down, quickly directing people away from the intersection to safety. He enforces power into his words, arms gesturing for them to go.
âRobin and Killer Croc are approaching.â
Using the web as momentum, you launch yourself and spray a web onto the ledge from which you jumped off. Climbing up, you stare down the large hallway of the mall. Croc is running straight towards you. He hasnât thrown Damian off yet, so thatâs good.
âCome on! Iâm right here!â
âWhat are you doingââ hisses Damian in the comms.
Killer Croc growls, charging at you. His steps are thundering, echoing in the mall.
You brace yourself, waiting for the right moment. Croc lunges forward with a roar, his massive form barreling towards you. You time your move perfectly, leaping to the side just as Croc lunges out of the window space. You grip Damianâs cape, tugging him off of Croc as he begins to fall. The web bounces up and down as he lands in the center, trapped.
You pat Damianâs shoulder before jumping off the ledge after him. More webs spray from your wrist as you restrain Crocs arms to the web. You ignore his curses and yells as you struggles against your trap. Itâs no use, the web holds firm.
âHoly cow,â whistles Dick, walking over. He reaches out to poke the web, but you snatch his hand away.
âDo that and weâd have to amputate you. Itâs really sticky,â you frown solemnly. Youâre joking of course.
Dick pulls his hand away, holding both of them up and a surrender gesture. âOkay, okay, I won't touch it,â Dick says with a grin, clearly amused. He looks around at the chaos in the mall, where people are cautiously peeking out from hiding places or rushing to leave.
âYou know, youâve certainly made a mess,â he comments, gesturing to the shattered glass and displaced merchandise around you.
âActually, I think Iâve done worse.â
âGuess youâre fitting right in,â Dick remarks, his tone light but approving.
âHave I earned my rite of passage?â you smirk.
âMaybe if you can survive a month without causing a city-wide panic,â he teases, flashing you a grin.
Damian lands gracefully behind you, his cape billowing dramatically behind him. He surveys the scene with a critical eye, his expression serious and focused. You can tell he eyes Crocâs trapped form before he hurries over to you.
You hear the sirens of Gothamâs police force wail closer. âAlways late to the party, it seems,â you hum, pursing your lips. You groan and flex your shoulder, still tingling from your little wall slam earlier.
âIâll take it from here,â Dick reassures as the cop cars come to a stop near the scene. âYou crazy kids go.â
Damian seems to have no qualms about that, since he grabs your hand and tugs you away. You let him drag you around, swinging with him as he grapples away. You swing through the night with Damian, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
Coming to a stop on a rooftop, Damianâs hand runs down your arm, squeezing gently. âAre you hurt?â he asks gently.
âA little bruised, but Iâll be okay.â Your arm tingles under his touch. You chalk it off as pain.
Damianâs brow furrows as he inspects your arm. âYou wereâŠâ
âAwesome?â
âReckless.â
You catch his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. âI knew what I was doing, birdie.â He sighs, a mixture of relief and frustration evident in his voice. âI know, I know,â you reply softly, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. âBut Iâm here, and Iâm fine.â
He meets your gaze, a small smile tugging at his lips. âYou handled yourself well back there.â The moment lingers between you, the adrenaline of the nightâs events slowly fading into a quiet calm. Damianâs thumb strokes over your hand, a silent gesture of reassurance and gratitude.
Damian holds your hand tight as he guides you home.
The next day, Spinnerette is trending.
notes: short chapter because its really just a filler but next one is gonna pop off i PROMISe
also, i hope i captured killer croc correctly? have literally never watched or read anything with him in it so im SO sorry if he is nothing like how he is supposed to be
also i straight up yoinked this scene from Spider-Man: Miles Morales, just replaced rhino with croc.
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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
The car ride has been silent so far. Chanâs driving, Jisungs in the passenger seat while Felix and Y/n are in the backseat. Y/n watches out the window as they drive into a small town. She notices a sign that says âWelcome to Stayvilleâ.Â
Jisungs typing away at his phone, most likely texting the rest of the pack about the omega they are bringing back. Chan looks back at Y/n in the mirror seeing sheâs not paying attention to anyone else in the car and looks to Jisung motioning to his wrist. Jisung understood what Chan meant, asking if he messaged them about the bruising on Y/nâs wrist. Jisung nods as the group chat blows up about setting things up for her. A few of the other pack members are skeptical though and arenât happy about having an outsider in the house, even if it is just temporary.Â
Felix and Chan have both noticed that even though they are able to smell her and know sheâs an omega, her scent is very subtle. At least not as strong as how an omegas scent should be. If it werenât for her having been upset Chan probably wouldnât have even smelled that there was an omega around in that park. Why the two betaâs didnât notice it right away until Chan had stopped since he was the one being observant of the area. But what heâs confused about is how it seemed they were the only 3 in the park that had been able to smell her. And her questioning how they could makes him have a lot more questions and concerns for the omega.
âHow many do you have in your pack?â Y/n finally speaks up, turning to the boys.Â
âThereâs 8 of us all together.â Chan looks at her in the mirror.Â
âWe have 4 alphas and 4 betas.â Felix speaks excitedly. âWe also kind of help take care of the town.â
Chan pulls onto a dirt road off the main road of the town that is surrounded by woods. If you didnât know it was there you probably would have missed it.Â
âWhen we get home, Jisung can you check and make sure Minho is ready for her?â Chan tells the older beta. âAnd Felix, please set up the empty bedroom between Changbinâs and Jisungâs room.â
âReally?â Felixâs eyes light up.Â
âAre you sure hyung?â Jisung looked a bit happy but also concerned by the room arrangement.Â
Chan nods his head as he pulls up to a large house and parks the car next to four other cars. âIâm certain.âÂ
Jisung nods and he and Felix both get out and head into the house first. Chan chuckles at the two before looking back at the omega whoâs ogling the house in front of her.Â
âThis is your home?âÂ
âYeah, all 8 of us live here together.â Chan gives her a smile. âWe all have our own rooms plus a few extra for guests.â
âDo you all work to afford this?â Sheâs still shocked by the size of the house and notices that behind the house is a large field that looks like it leads to a cliff and the ocean.
âMostly itâs just Changbin and I who work. We run a multi billion company in the city. And Minho is a dance teacher at a studio not far from our office too. â He chuckles. âSeungmin technically also works but he really only just coaches a little league baseball team for fun and not for the money. Everyone else just volunteers around the town and for the community center.âÂ
The girl nods in shock, she canât believe how well off the pack is with how young they are.Â
Chan gets out of the car and opens the back door for her and crouches down for her to get on his back. âYou really donât have to carry me.âÂ
âJust get on my back, Y/n.â She sighs but listens, letting him take a hold of her legs around his waist and wraps her arms around his neck.
As he carries her to the front porch she notices the mated bite marks on his neck. Four bites on one side and three on the other.Â
âMinhoâs ready for her in the big bathroom.â A beta says whoâs leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, seeming not too pleased by the whole situation.Â
âThanks Hyunjin.â Chan sets Y/n on her feet once they are in the house before placing a hand on the small of her back leading her through the house towards what she assumes is the big bathroom.Â
Another alpha looks up at them through the mirror as Chan and Y/n walk into a large bathroom just off of the living room.Â
âPlace her on the counter.â The alpha says bluntly as he finishes setting up a few different items from a first aid kit causing the omega to tense up.
âThis is Minho, heâs just gonna check your bruised wrist and treat any other wounds you have. Youâre in good hands Y/n, heâll take great care of you.â He grabs her hips and lifts her to sit on the counter next to where Minho has everything set up. âIâm gonna go help Felix.â He then turns to the alpha. âBring her upstairs when you guys are done.âÂ
Minho nods and Chan gives Y/n a reassuring smile before leaving and closing the door behind him.Â
Minho looks the girl over, he canât help but observe how sheâs wearing leggings and a quarter sleeve shirt even though itâs the middle of summer during a heatwave. Her bare feet are dirty and he notices that even though her hair doesnât look bad, it hasnât been washed in a few days at least.Â
âGive me your wrist.â He holds out his hand to her and she places her good wrist in his hand and he looks at her unamused. She sighs before switching wrists and he starts to examine it. âDo you want to tell me how this happened?â
âDo you actually care?âÂ
Minho gives her a firm look but she feels as though there's a hint of sadness to it too. He continues to examine her wrist, the bruise being mostly purple with a hint of blue to it. She hisses a little when he grips it too hard.
âLuckily itâs not broken, mostly just bruised but possibly sprained.â He grabs a bruise relief cream and starts rubbing it into her skin. âDo you have any other wounds?âÂ
âNoâ She shakes her head but doesnât make eye contact with him.
âWhy donât I believe you?â
âMaybe you have trust issues.â She shrugs her shoulders before panicking as he pushes her sleeve up showing more bruising on her upper arm and a large gash. âStop that.â
He grabs her other hand that she tries to push him away with and gives her a hard look. âIâm gonna ask one last time and I want the truth omega. Tell me howâd this happen and do you have any more wounds?â Y/n slump her shoulders and give him a sad look. âAnd donât think I didnât notice the wince you had when Chan grabbed your hips to place you on the counter. You might have been able to hide it well enough from him but not me.â
âI fell down a flight of concrete stairs.â She rests her other hand down letting him do what he needs to with the gash on her arm. âMy hip is also bruised and theres a chance my ribs are fucked up.â
âYou fell?â He furrows his brows while cleaning the gash. âAre you just that clumsy or were you pushed?â
With a shrug of her shoulders gave the alpha the answer he needed, sighing and applying ointment then bandages the wound on her upper arm.Â
âTake your shirt and leggings off.â
âTake me on a date first.â Minho lets out a soft chuckle.Â
âI need to see how bad your hip and ribs are.â He grabs the hymn of her shirt and waits for any sign of her being uncomfortable or her protesting. âWe can discuss taking you on a date later.â
When she doesnât do anything, he canât help but smile a bit at how flustered she seems from his comment. He lifts her shirt and she helps him take it off, taking in a sharp breath when he sees the large bruising on her side, starting from under bra and going all the way down past her waistband.Â
âFuck.â The alpha growls, angry that this poor omega has gone through so much, wanting to understand more of how this happened but knows that at least for now sheâs not going to admit anything. âIâm gonna pull your leggings down a bit, not all the way, just enough to see what Iâm working with.â
The alpha moves the top of her leggings down a bit just to see how the bruising reaches all the way to the top of her thigh, being careful not to reveal too much, keeping her comfortability a top priority. He notices some raised lines of scarring littering her hip and his eyes sadden.Â
âIt might be best to take you to see a doctor, see if your ribs are broken.â His eyes fill with concern as he grabs a roll of wrap bandages, âFor now Iâm gonna wrap this around your torso to hopefully ease some of the pain in your ribs.â
âPlease donât take me to a doctor.â Y/n chokes out a little as heâs wrapping the bandages around her. âNone of them know how to properly treat an omega.â
âWe know a doctor that does. Itâs the only one Channie hyung trusts to take Felix and Jisung to. In case you havenât noticed, the two betas can be a bit omega-like.â He focuses on making sure the bandage is tight enough but not too tight to be painful. âIt was one his father had found to take his omega brother to when they were kids. He also makes sure Jeonginâs omega brother goes there as well as Felixâs sister when they are needing any sort of treatment.â
The omega nods, feeling a bit more at ease about it. She winces a little as he ties off the bandage and he gives a soft apology. He grabs her shirt to help her put it back on but frowns as he notices how dirty it is, not having noticed the dirt on her clothes before.Â
âIâm gonna go get you a new change of clothes.â He then grabs a washcloth from the linen shelf and hands it to her. âWhy donât you clean up a little bit, Iâll be right back.â
The alpha leaves her alone and she slides off the counter, wetting the cloth under the faucet before wiping her face and neck a bit. When she hears a knock on the door she tells Minho to come in and he does, holding a pair of womens sweatpants and a shirt.
âChanâs little sister comes and visits a lot from Australia.â He explains after noticing her confused look at the clothes. âShe basically has her own room here and leaves some clothes here every time so she can pack light. Though she's quite a bit taller than you so the clothes might be a tad long on you.â
Y/n nods in understanding taking the clothes from him. âWill I be staying in her room then?â
âNo, her room is down here on the first floor. Has a sliding door to the outside so she can come and go as she pleases without disturbing everyone when sheâs here.â He opens the door again to give her privacy. âAll of our guest rooms are on the first floor.â
He leaves the bathroom at that, leaving the omega confused. If all of the guest rooms are on the first floor then why did Chan tell Felix to set up the empty room between Changbinâs and Jisungâs rooms? Was he just wanting her closer to the pack in case she needed something? Or was he afraid she might try to flee during the night while they were all asleep?
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Lost cause? 4: Can my happiness ever last?
Pairing: Jeon JungkookĂ Female!Reader
Genre: Established relationship/ marriage, angst, heartbreak, makeout and kissing mentions, INFIDELITY. Panic attacks (TRIGGER WARNING). Pregnancy (do not read if this content triggers you) also, 18+, This is purely a work of FICTION please take it as FICTION only. Therapy and psychological conversations. Tears, guilt, regret and hope maybe?
Word counts: 10.1k approx
Summary: You always wondered, how would your life turn out to be if you and Jungkook had a baby? So, when you finally conceive and decide to tell your husband that you are pregnant, you didn't expect him to drop this bomb on you. You never would've thought that the surprise you planned would end up in agonized tears because of the shock your husband brings you.Â
Authors note: Hello, my lovely readers, or should I call you all my bunnnnys? It sounds cute to me hehe, its a cute little name for my kooksbunnnn family, the readers who wait for me, love me, and read the stories I write. Thank you for waiting so patiently, ily guys. Here's chapter 4, I got a little carried away with words, hence the 10k đđ sorry for the long wait once again, enjoy the chapter now. Bye-bye!
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Seriously breathe louder Ross
You giggle watching an Instagram reel of a scene from friends where a pregnant Rachel snaps at Ross, who was just standing as you put another grape into your mouth from the container Jungkook packed for you with washed grapes.
As you scroll through the comments on the mentioned reel, you can't help but read some of the comments,
Comment: Rachel has such pretty hair.
True. You always wanted to try her hairstyles.
Comment: people should appreciate how the writers gave every female character a different kind of motherhood and different experiences, and itâs beautiful how they portrayed every feeling. Also, I can't imagine how one of them had a miscarriage in real.
Miscarriage. This word itself makes your body shiver with fear, and you immediately feel your throat get heavy. You shake your head at this and scroll further, not wanting to cry for the 6th time on the same day.
Comment: Being pregnant is a magical experience, sure, but it's a whole ass rollercoaster of emotions, and you won't be ready for the amount of mood swings that come with it.
Yea, No shit.
Comment: I love how Rachel had a character development nobody ever expected.
Mhm. True.
Comment: Canât believe how they ended up together even after Ross cheated on her.
That got personal, guess it was time to delete Instagram.
Month 6 and a half, day 188 since that night and youâre surprisingly alive. The night your heart got broken and you didn't think you would make it through 2 months of life.
More like, you didn't think you could make it alone, without Jungkook. Technically? Yes, you couldn't live without seeing him or hearing him for the start of your pregnancy and now he is always around you.
Always around. Helping you sit, eat, drink, lie, puke, pee, and all this while being at his respectable distance from you.
âCut yourself some slack, you're growing someone inside you. It's okay to be dependent while you're going through so much..â that's what your mom said when you asked her about your future and if it was a mistake going through with this.
Looking back to her advice from weeks ago you feel like you are being a little hard on yourself. Therapy. Sonograms. Lamaze classes, doctor appointments, morning-afternoon-evening sickness, hormones, mood swings, and whatnot. You feel excited for your baby to come into the world but would it be wrong if you said you were scared?
When you asked these questions to the people around you these were the answers:
Mom: âYes honey, of course, itâs okay to be scared. Your life will change, and sometimes you feel like you won't know what youâre doing, but trust me having kids is a tiring but very beautiful experience.â
Dad: âSweetie, it's completely normal. Your mom used to freak out a lot as well when she had you. Weâre here for you, it's all gonna be okay.
Namjoonâs wife, Binna: âI have seen my sister go through it and I am gonna be honest, it is difficult and the delivery is gonna be tough but the results make it all worth it. I am so excited to start my family one day, too!â
Jinâs wife: âIt's a little nerve-wracking, to be honest, but it's the best thing Y/N, trust me I have never cried harder than when I saw that my test results were not accurate, I was heartbroken. Trust me, this is the best thing that would happen to you.â
Namjoon, Jin, and Jimin in different words but similar contexts: âI don't know much about how you're feeling right now so I can't say I understand but trust me, Iâll be by your side and our dumb little brotherâs side always. Weâre a family, Y/N.â
Hobi and Taehyung came together while you and Jungkook were having dinner: We have seen our sisters and relatives go through pregnancy, and it honestly looks so overwhelming. We respect women more every day. Weâre here always, just one call away.â They had said with smiles on their faces.
Yoongi: âI am not good with words or comforting people, Y/N, but I just wanna assure you that I am always here. All of us will be there for you both. It's not gonna be easy for you, mentally or body-wise, but never feel alone. Youâre our family and always will be, no matter what.â He said, patting you like you were a kid while Jungkook sniffled sitting by your side in your sitting area.
The most common advice everyone gave was: Be easy with yourself, mentally, emotionally, and physically. Youâre going through a lot.
And it was true. You and Jungkook have been working on your relationshipâs progress ever since your first session, and somehow it was going pretty well. You had dinner together and he made sure he attended the sonography sessions and therapy sessions with you.
You had regular sessions together and Ms. Shin recommended you both try talking about the future ahead. No definite planning, just talking about the options.
Wall paints, cradles, toys, shopping, diaper brands, baby food, everything you could see in the future around your baby. Since the biggest reason for fixing your relationship was because of your baby, you needed to familiarize yourself sitting around talking about the little person gluing you both together.
So you both decided to have dinner together daily and decided to make a pre-baby diary while eating. Yes, it was Jungkookâs idea. It's been 8 days since the last therapy session and you have already listed the paint options for the babyâs room, went maternity clothes shopping with your husband and browsed some cradle options.
All was well, right?
On the outside, yes. In your ovaries? No.
The lingering attraction you so badly tried to avoid for the past week is still lingering in the air around you. You roll your eyes as you feel embarrassment creep up your neck at how dumb you have been behaving around your husband.
You feel emotional, horny and everything at once. Absolutely mental.
âĄâĄâĄ
âI don't think I am normal anymore.â
The therapist watches you utter the sentence with a manic like chuckle. She must be thinking you're insane. You notice how her hand freezes for a mini second and then continues to pass you the glass filled with water.
âMy question, however, Mrs Jeon, was how did your weekend shopping go, but you can still go on. Why would you think such a thought?â Your therapist calmly asks you after waiting for your response to her earlier question for a good minute.
You finally take the glass of water in her hand stretched towards you after muttering a low âthankyouâ.
After what happened with you and Jungkook and his damn damp hair, you were freaking out. One moment you were feeling like you could cry out of embarrassment but the next moment you wanted to make out with him in the kitchen while he wore his white dress shirt and those grey joggers you always loved.
Okay. You know this is weird, hence the embarrassment. Duh?! Earlier you weren't able to control the urges you felt, the mood swings, the craving, and now?! This fucking arousal.
You made an appointment with your doctor as soon as you woke up the following morning, hoping she would prescribe some pills or any kind of medications to reduce the arousal you felt but it didnât help you much because there was no way of completely avoiding that.
The doctor didnât suggest you take the pills that mightâve helped you because you already had a lot of mood swings and anxiety episodes, those pills couldâve worsened them. She makes sense, a lot of sense but only when you thought about it with a cool head.
But at that moment, while she was telling you all that? It's just safe to say you can grit your anger in between your teeth.
Now you were sitting in front of your therapist hoping she would help you reverse the psychology or something which would help you not feel horny for your husband.
âYour husband who betrayed you and was now trying to make up for what he did which you were okay with and hoping for everything to be better one fucking day ago but now you feel like you wanna kiss him so badly it makes you dizzyâ
It was like a mantra, hecheatedhecheatedhecheated, so that you don't pull him in to kiss the shit out of his cute little face.
When you say the same things you thought, your therapist nodded her head noting something down in her notepad. Maybe she thought you were mental.
âMrs Jeon, I would suggest you control your sexual urges towards your husband by trying to remove yourself from the room heâs in. Considering he doesnât sleep with you, but if he does-â but you cut her sentence in the middle by whispering quickly in his defense.
âNo-no he doesn't, he sleeps outside in the lobby.â You shake your head not making eye contact, feeling somehow guilty of your husband's daily discomfort.
âAnd it's completely okay, Mrs. Jeon, to have your space and have some distance. It doesn't make you a bad person.â
Damn, she is good. You need to give her great ratings. You look up at her and watch as she nods her head with a small smile making you feel at ease.
âDid you talk about this issue with Mr. Jeon?â She asks you, and you shake your head slightly. Why do you feel guilty, and what do you feel guilty of most importantly? Nodding to your reaction, she says, âWould you like to discuss why?â
âWould that even change anything?â You say with a huff a second after she finishes her sentence, frustration evident on your face.
Shrugging she says, âIt might make things clearer..â her eyes slowly crinkled due to her hair falling in her eyes. Flicking it away she looks at you slightly tilting her head. âIsn't this what you chose, Mrs Jeon? Being honest is what your relationship needs at this point, isnât it?
Sighing you realize how you might be running away from things, after all, you chose this journey. You both did and somehow you feel you might be turning into an obstacle towards a better family life, yourself.
Turning your head towards the plant in the roomâs corner, you speak with a distant voice, âI don't know, All that I have gathered from the problems I have had in my life is that I could win any kind of battle if it were against my mind but if it's my heart I am fighting against? It's a fucking lost cause.â
âWhat do you think is the reason you would be fighting your heart, Mrs jeon?â
You scoff whipping your head towards her, eyes glistening. Digging your nails before saying what you feel just on the tip of your tongue,
âI love him.â
There's a pause, followed by your therapist humming.
âI love him so much I wanna forgive him and try to make things better but..â
âBut..?â
Another pause. A suffocating one.
âI can't seem to do that to myself or my kid. What kind of an example would I be if I give in to something that's not right?!â After you notice how your expressions change into a frustrated scowl in the tiny mirror behind your therapist's head you feel your tears start to fall off.
âI am sorry.â You say sniffling and somehow embarrassed of your feelings taking over you.
âIt's okay, Mrs. Jeon, here..â she offered you the tissue kept on her desk, and you wiped your tears chuckling at your situation.
How did your life get to where it was? You have no absolute fucking clue.
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You wince minutely when you reminisce how your last session went with Ms. Shin.
One moment you were crying because you can't forget the night he told you that he cheated on you and one moment you cried because you wanna hug him and then cry into his chest about how your hormones wanted you to kiss him but you can't because then you would cry about how you shouldn't be feeling like this about someone who betrayed you, then again you cry because you can't forget how he betrayed you.
It's like a frustrating cycle. A cycle you wanna throw off of a freaking dam to let it drown and maybe rust when the water starts to break the metal. Maybe that would help break it because there was no way in hell you could succeed in breaking it.
Not to mention how you have to pee every minute of the day and then crave pickles with some honey on them while sitting on the toilet seat.
Sounds tasty, right? Yeah, you shake your head in a quick no too as soon as you step outside and think how pickles would rather taste better with peanut butter on it.
As you deal with your tears and the spasmodic hand stomping on the pillow or table around you to let go of the kissy-kissy thoughts in your head, your husband stays clueless.
Not clueless about the hormones, na-ah.
Just the fact that you stare at him before you slap your hand on the table, or thump down the cup on the table too harshly for anyone to not notice. He tried to ask you if you felt okay. But ended up getting yelled at for not leaving you alone.
You once yelled at him for leaving the windows open which you asked to be left open, saying he shouldâve known better when to close them.
This looks cute in shows and movies of how cute the mother-to-be looks yelling at a clueless husband but you on the other hand feel bad for making him feel actually at fault when he has been trying his best to make you feel comfortable.
What does he do after getting yelled at? He apologizes, does what you asked or yelled at him to do, and leaves. He still comes back and eats the dinner your mother made with you and your dad helping her out.
You feel terrible for how you are behaving around him, the worst part being that he takes everything you do and say to him without even reacting ever so slightly. You tried living life with him normally but you canât forget the thought that lingers in the back of your head; that the favorite part of living your life with him was the affection, the touches.
It's frustrating to say the least that you haven't even hugged him in the last few months, you know that there is a reason behind the distance but since your mind tells you to create boundaries and try things again, your heart doesnât understand how someone could try to make things better from a distance. Especially you and Jungkook.
He did everything according to how you needed without you telling him. Your childhood therapist once told you no matter how perfect a person tried to be there are certain situations where you canât control the things the universe decides for you. She said that when you were having trouble accepting that you were the reason one of your ex-best friends changed schools, stating that you made her feel insecure. You had no idea.
So you accepted your fate, then and now as well. Doing things as they go in the flow. You had a discussion with your parents about how you are supposed to be having dinner with Jungkook as advised by your therapist so your mom and dad eat their dinner by 7 oâclock as advised by their doctors while you accompany them by having your soup or tea.
They thought it was a good idea so you agreed to do it.
By 9 oâclock or quarter to 9 Jungkook enters and you have your dinner and the discussion you are supposed to have about the baby.
It has been 15 minutes since your mom and dad went to their room after insisting on sitting with you while you wait for Jungkook to be back. You have your phone in your hand which starts to buzz with Jungkookâs name on the screen with the bunny emoji.
Picking up with a smile you answer to his voice.
God, you missed him.
Yep, you said it.
Picking up he seems like he is on the way and is trying to get his phone back from someone. âHyung give me my phone back, hold his hands Yoongi hyung, hey-!â yes he was snatching his phone back.
You can hear a bunch of yelling noises in the background and you recognize the screaming voice immediately, Jimin. You shake your head at the chaos and smile putting a grape in your mouth.
âHey, Y/N I am sorry I am a little late, I just wanted to ask if it's okay with me to bring Jimin and Yoongi Hyung over to your parent's house we have a bit of a situation on our hands.â
âYeah, of course, kook, it's okay. Is everything okay though?â
Silence.
âHello?â
âWhat did you call me?â
Your eyes widen at how you didn't even realize how normal this felt to you. You haven't called him Kook ever since you cried in his car after your first therapy session, always walking on eggshells.
âY/N?â
Courage. Squeezing your fist and eyes shut you say,
âI called you k-kook. Is that not okay?â
Your leg starts to shake not knowing what to say next.
âNo! Fuck, I mean it's more than okay. You know what? Let's not talk about it I don't wanna jinx it.â You can hear him smile and you can't help but widen your smile. It has been so long since you smiled this wide and you somehow feel better.
You repeat the words in your head, Don't feel guilty Y/N, go with it. Go with the flow. Cut yourself some slack. Youâre going through a lot, be easy on yourself.
You smile and hear him chuckle before-
âOh, no hyung not in my car ugh, weâll be there in 5 minutes Y/N, Iâll reheat the food when I get there don't worry. Yoongi Hyung push his head out the window please-â And he hangs up.
Smiling at the chaotic phone call, you get up to check on your mom and dad if they are still up, wanting to tell them about the guests coming over. But since they were soundly asleep with the nightlights on, you switch them off, regulate the fan's speed, and take the phone from your sleeping-snoring momâs hand plugging it to the charger and checking if they had water around them.
After checking up on your parents you close the door to their room and walk towards the kitchen to drink some water. Even the small activities could make a pregnant lady tired and the jug in your room was empty so you walked slowly towards the fridge. The pain getting better but still evident in your lower back which makes you put a hand on your back while you open the refrigerator.
Suddenly you spot a Harley bike model Jungkook gifted your father when he came home to meet your parents for the first time. Your father was really happy seeing the model, him being a Harley fan. If age didn't play a role in life your father would've still been traveling with your mom like those couples you saw in uni.
You remember how you and Jungkook loved to travel on his bike, you holding onto him as if your life depended on it, hair flowing from under the helmet and him accelerating the bike through the streets, hills, and empty roads leading to the cabin the whole group planned to visit during his and Namjoonâs collective birthday celebration.
Damn, you were so in love. Still are, and will probably always be.
The group has always been there for you, they're like the family you never knew you needed until they came into your life. The chaos was a part of your life, the screams, the teasing, the weekend game nights, the celebrations, movie nights which turned into everybody and their girlfriends crashing in the lobby on the mattresses Jungkook bought for the night stays.
You remember what the situation was when you met him for the first time six years ago.
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âDamnit Tae, jump outta here.â You argue with Taehyung as the three of you look out the window of your room.
âFuck no. Are you mental? Iâll die if I jump out of here.â Taehyung says whisper yelling at your roommate, Aera, who rolls her eyes at her dramatic âfriendâ panicking with wide eyes.
âNo, you won't, donât be dramatic.â You scoff as you push him slightly in the windows direction.
âIt's a whole ass floor Y/N, the fuck is wrong with you?â He scowls at you as he regains balance panicking.
âMaybe we should call Jungkook.â
âJungkook? Jeon Jungkook with that loud-ass bike? Nice. Sneaking a boy out of our room with the help of another boy. Fan-fucking-tastic, Taehyung.â You clap two times with a straight face.
âGuys,â your friend giggles as she tries to focus on the main topic in the room, while Taehyung goes back to sit on your roommateâs bed.
âI think he is right, Y/N, we could at least get help from JK.â
âMhm, help in getting kicked out.â You mumble not so quietly earning yourself a middle finger from Taehyung and an eyeroll from Aera.
âFine, do whatever you want.â You say rolling your eyes.
The thing was you were only partly nervous because of your forced eviction but also because you had never met Jungkook, the campus crush. More like the crush of every girl who saw him on his bike. You were not one of them, at least you wouldn't admit that but you wouldn't deny that he was a pretty face to look at and a very hot piece of ass to stare at. The proportions of that man were totally insane.
Tiny waist, big- biteable chest, broad shoulders, thick thighs, luscious hair locks, biceps people could hang on, the all-black outfit, and the very contrasting facial features. If he wore a helmet people wouldn't imagine how the guy had big doe boba eyes and a cute mole under his lips, skin better than half of the girls who spent so much on products. He always had that glint in his eyes making him seem so innocent, innocent but with a physique that can crush people.
You never talked to him so you don't know how he sounds or if he is a rude person. You just know he is Taehyungâs friend whom he hangs out with around the campus.
While you thought about how Jungkook might or might not be your crush, Taehyung called him and you all got up to sneak him out of the house.
âWait you don't need to come if you don't want to Y/N,â Aera said after looking around the hallways and telling Taehyung to tiptoe downstairs since her auntâs room was on the same floor as yours.
âH-Huh? N-no I wanna go as well. So that if she wakes up I can tell her we both went out to get some fresh air while the guys ran away y-you know? â
You said. Terrible at lying. You wanted to see the man coming to save his friend.
Your friend was in a hurry sneaking her fuck buddy out so she didn't pay attention to what you said and how you said it. A total stuttering mess.
Walking out of the house you never imagined him to be so..so..so tasty. Thats the only words that come to your mind. He parked his bike at a safe distance because of how much noise it made and approached you guys.
The image in your hand was like the 480p version of how beautiful and ethereal he was but in reality, he had tattoos. Tattoos! Not even a small one, a whole arm that stretched inside his white sleeveless tee.
You thanked the cloth gods for making this particular article of clothing because you needed to see how hot men you would want to eat up looked in it.
âTold you, you would need my help.â He smirks as Taehyung walks past him only turning around to come back and give Aera a quick kiss and then running away again, making her blush.
âRun dumbass, their landlord would skewer us on her cane,â Taehyung says and you chuckle at how exaggerated he made Aeraâs aunt sound. At your chuckle, Jungkook looks at you and you pause mid-laugh when you notice him looking at you.
âHi, Iâm Jungkook.â He extends his hand towards you and you blush not knowing how to respond to his raspy voice.
âYeah, I know you.â You say staring at him with heat on your cheeks and immediately kick yourself mentally.
You sound like a fucking creep. I know you? seriously?
He smiles, â..and you are..?
âOh Iâm so sorry, I didn't mean to be rude Iâm Y/N, Hi heh.â You extend your hand to shake his and he whispers your name under his breath eyes still looking into yours.
âHi Y/N, youâre very pretty.â While he rubs his thumb on your already heating skin making it burst into flames as he rubs it again.
âKook!â Taehyung yells and you break the eye contact, taking your hand back.
âIt's okay don't be sorry, I didn't find you rude rather, I found you cute.â He says as you look at him again. You think it was an imagination of your beauty-struck head or maybe it was due to dark but..did he just check you out?
You give him a confused look at what he said, making him chuckle. He sounds so deliciously hot and raspy. God.
âThat you know who I am, considering how youâre always in the art studio. I found it cute.â He says with a smile leaning slightly towards your face and you lean back at the same time he leans in. He stays towering over you and maybe notices your expressions. You just hope he didn't notice how red your cheeks might be.
Does he know about the art studio? Only people close to you knew about it.
Seeing your wide eyes, he straightens up to his original height and chuckles. He sounds so good, it reaches inside you and you knew that you were fucked.
âKook?â You didn't even notice when Taehyung came back to drag his friend back. Slapping his shoulder and then sprinting towards the bike again.
âKook, let's go. She switched on some kind of light in her room oh god. Sheâll beat your and my asses collectively.â Taehyung yells waving his friends over.
âHey weâre gonna be in the beat party as well, Y/N lets go,â Aera speaks from the driveway of her aunt's house, slowly retrieving her steps.
But you were stuck. Stuck on how his bunny teeth played with the piercing on his lips. Not being able to bear eye contact with him, you flicked your eyes away.
When Taehyung yelled again from a distance, Jungkook responded with a âyea yea comingâ while stepping backward with his white sleeveless tee sticking to his body.
Generally, you didn't like summers but you were so glad it was hot enough that he decided to wear a sleeveless outfit, for you to ogle his tattoos.
Taehyung and Aera were already away from the both of you, Taehyung at a safer distance from the house and Aera still waiting for you at the house hoping her aunt just woke up for her nightly washroom trips and didn't see you guys with these beautiful men.
With a smile on his face, he stepped back facing you. Clicking his tongue twice to get your attention, you looked at him to immediately regret locking eyes with him. He winked at you and said, âSee you around, sweetheart.â
You swear you saw his eyes flitting to your lips and then to your skirt that was flowing with the slight wind in the surroundings before he turned around and ran towards his panicking friend.
You knew he was casually flirting and was out of your league. And since you didn't believe your luck would suddenly turn out to be on your side you didn't think of his wink as something more than something casual.
But goddamnit, the crush you never admitted to, was finally admitted in your heart.
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You smile as you pick the model in your hand at the fond memories of how you tried so hard to remain just friends with the guy even though he hung out with you daily, accompanied you in your art studio confirming he knew about you before meeting you. You never knew your friendship could be more than what it was but maybe growing up and getting jobs made you want to prioritize yourself and your wants, so you decided to tell him how you felt but he beat you to it three days before you planned on confessing.
âSorry sweetheart, wanted to kiss you as my girlfriend on Valentine's Day without the fear of rejection in the back of my brain.â That's what he said before he kissed the living daylights out of you on the gazebo at your favorite park.
You smile remembering how he took you to the park saying the cherry blossoms were blooming early that year, you believed him nodding with excitement and you went along with him running and holding hands. Reaching there you were sad that no blossoms were blooming but then he gave you the promise ring he ordered from the vintage store you loved so much. You knew it cost him a lot but when you asked him about it he just chuckled deeply avoiding that question and before you could pick that topic again he kneeled on one knee and asked you to be his girlfriend officially.
You smile at the memories and keep the bike model back on the shelf, the flashback coming to a halt as you come back to the living room when your phone buzzes with your husband's name on it.
He didn't ring the doorbell nowadays to be cautious in case your parents were asleep. So you went to the door and opened it already expecting Jimin leaning on Jungkookâs shoulders while Yoongi just snickered at his younger brother, seeming unconscious but Jimin was very much awake, also very very drunk as he clung to Yoongi telling him everything was going to be okay. Jungkook held three bags as he gave you a sheepish smile at his Hyungsâ behavior.
âYes, Yes, Jimin. It's gonna be okay.â Yoongi held Jimin very firmly while giving you a small smile before asking where to put him so that he could blubber nonsense somewhere your neighbors wouldn't hear.
Jungkook chuckles and leads them to the guest room while muttering a âhiâ, looking at you from head to toe as if checking if you had any injuries.
âHi,â you whisper, enough for him to catch your voice.
âHow was your day?â You ask trying to take the bags from his hand but he tilts his body giving you a look that says âReally?â.
Sighing with a smile, you close the door and follow him inside.
âIt was good- Oh shit the guest room door is locked. Wait hyung let me get the keyâ he put the bags on the counter while a grunting Yoongi held a wobbly Jimin in his hands.
âWow realized it so soon,â Yoongi says sarcastically l as Jimin looks at you with a smile on his face. Gasping dramatically, he removes himself from his brother's shoulders and comes towards you, slightly tilted, but he somehow reaches you.
âI can see your baby.â Your eyes widen at what he said and you scoff a laugh as Jimin kneels down in front of your belly.
âHe means youâre showing, and he is noticing that now, only, he sounds creepy as fuck.â Yoongi walks back to the sofa and sits down with a long sigh.
âMay I please?â He says as hovers his hands over your belly with big puppy eyes and you chuckle at how patiently he wants you to answer.
âYes, Jimin you may.â You say with a laugh and he whispers to your tummy hovering his hand above it like it's a crystal ball.
âHi tiny person, I am Jimin, your godfather..â he giggles at the end of his sentence while you hear Yoongi chuckle from the couch.
âThe fuck? When did we decide that hyung?â Jungkook stands next to you with keys hanging from his fingers, narrowed gaze focused on his elder brother.
âShhhhhhâ Jimin shushes Jungkook loudly almost spitting on your belly. You laugh as he looks pointedly at Jungkook.
âYou donât get to decide that. Dumbass.â Jimin slurs out and tries to get up grabbing the trousers Jungkook wore, almost making him fall over with his weight.
âHyung, fuck youâre heavy when drunk.â
âI fucking know right? I donât know how that happens..â Yoongi mumbles typing something on his phone, stretching his neck sideways to pop the strained muscle.
Jungkook stumbles while you also try to help him balance Jimin by bending slightly to keep a hand on his shoulders, but then you remove it as Jungkook whispers âI got him I got himâ assuringly not wanting you to take any strain.
Smiling to yourself you walk over to the couch adjacent to where Yoongi was sitting, asking if he needed water or anything like that.
âNah Iâm good. Thanks.â He waves his hand as he keeps his phone aside watching how Jungkook manages to drag Jimin back.
â...Youâll look good in a tutu as well..â Jimin says to Jungkook poking a finger to his sides continuously. âYou know a white one with stars on it, Iâll gift it to the baby so that you can match your outfits thenâ Jungkook rolls his eyes in annoyance as Jiminâs voice fades into the guest room Jungkook opens for him to sleep in.
âLet me go check up on him yeah?â Yoongi says softly getting up from the couch, picking up a banana on the way to the guest room. Raising one of his brows and the fruit in the air as if asking for permission to eat it. You tilt your head with narrowed eyes passing on the message, âYou have to ask?â
He smiles slightly shrugging and heads towards the guest room while pealing the banana.
âJungkook, is he under control now or still wobbly- oh, fuck no-â Yoongi asks from outside of the room but then pauses in his tracks as you hear Jungkook whine slightly out of disgust and you immediately get up feeling a slight ache in your lower back due to the hurry.
âIs everything okay?â You ask concern evident in your eyes.
Yoongi chuckles and moves away from the door, shaking his head. âNot gonna eat this now, sorry, Y/N.â He says, still laughing.
âOh no did he-âBefore you could say something Jungkook stomps his way out of the guest room and you immediately feel nausea entering you seeing your husband's sleeve covered in vomit.
âHyung could you please help me heat the food? Iâm gonna go take a shower, sorry hyungie just please-â he continues walking towards the common bathroom at the end of the hall.
âSureâ Yoongi chuckles moving towards the fridge.
âIâll help you..â you take a step towards the crockery cupboard.
âNo, Iâm fine. Iâll do it, you sit.â He says pausing you midway.
âNo Yoongi lemme help..â you say but he just points the small spoon towards the island chair.
âIt's okay Y/N Iâll do it.â He says nodding while opening the Tupperware filled with the various side dishes and the tofu-miso stew.
âI just don't wanna trouble you Yoongi, thanks though.â You say giving up on offering help as he heats the food one by one in the microwave.
âOh it's not for free, I am taking the godfatherâs title in exchange for this.â He smirks glancing at the room Jimin slept in.
âYeah okay, try beating Jimin for the title. You chuckle looking in the same direction for a second and then at the man heating up the food. While he just gives you a small laugh while warming up the rice in the cooker, mumbling, âWeâll see who wins.â
You smile and pat your feet on the ground in a rhythm as Yoongi places the food on the kitchen island. You feel guilty for making him do this but he has already rejected your help three times so there was no point in arguing over it.
âY/N?â Yoongi whispers looking at a plate in his hand.
âYea?â
âI know it's none of my business and I should not even say something about this but can I just say it's really nice that youâre trying again?â He says lifting his head to look at your reaction to what he said.
You feel yourself freeze, this is the first time you had a conversation about your situation with Jungkook, the cheating, and the decision to try again. You sure talked about the pregnancy and yes there was always that lingering awkwardness in the air but this was new.
âYea..â you sigh looking at your lap for a second and then lifting your head to give him a soft smile.
âNot everyone is lucky enough to get a chance to revive their relationship.â He says still looking at the plate while tracing the pattern on it with his index finger.
You know that his relationship ended badly, you knew how much he loved his girlfriend, you know he acts like it's okay but his dark circles tell another story, you know he looks thin and exhausted all the time but acts like it's nothing.
You know it's not nothing.
âYoongi, I am sorry about-âBut before you could finish your sentence he laughs almost in pain.
âIt's okay Y/N, it's done, she is gone. She is happy without me and I can't change that.â He says and you feel your heart break at how small he sounds.
âIt sucks but it's true.â He says softly, half to you half to himself, still trying to process his grief over the relationship he lost. After an uncomfortable pause, he continues.
âI saw him Y/N,â he points his chin in the direction of the washroom Jungkook was taking a shower in when you look at him confused at the change of topic.
â..and don't think I am taking his side 'cause he is like a brother to me but I say this honestly, he was devastated while he was away from you.â You just stare at him with eyes round and wide not expecting this conversation to go this way.
âHe forgot to eat and sleep, just kept asking Jin Hyung and me if we saw you or if any other of guys saw you.â He says while you look at him nervously talking about the topic, picking his nails.
âDo you remember the time you were at the hospital due to your abdominal pain?â You nod at his question feeling your throat tighten up uncomfortably so you divert your gaze down at the plate with little blue flowers printed on the ceramic.
âHe ran to the hospital since his car was still parked at your previous address.â Your eyes widen and you whip your head toward the man standing in front of you.
What does he mean he ran?
âWhat?â You whisper.
âTaehyung had a night shift and he was alone at the apartment. I tried to tell him to wait for me to pick him up when he called to ask if Taehyung left office or not, but he just hung up saying it would take too long.â
âSo he ran to you.â You feel your throat tighten as humanly possible, eyes burning.
Wasnât Taehyungâs house almost double times the way compared to your route connecting your house to the hospital? You can't even comprehend how he felt when you didn't even talk to him that day.
Shouldnât you feel like he deserved to feel like that? Shouldn't you say that he did that to himself? That was what you should've said right? But your heart thumps harder every second making your eyes spill the tears gathering in them.
You remember Jungkook was really out of breath and was also wearing different slippers that day.
âSince it was pretty late, he couldn't even book a cab quickly..â Yoongi looks at you and notices how your gaze is zeroed onto him and immediately understands your expressions.
âHey, I am not trying to make you feel bad or something like that, what he did and what you guys decided is totally none of my business but I just wanted to tell you that giving a second chance is not easy and I really wish things work out for your relationship. I really appreciate you both working through so much stress you know? I can see what his vision meant when he wanted to quit last month.â
âWhat?â You whisper
âNo no, he doesn't want to quit now, I mean after what you both decided Namjoon talked to Mr. Park and handled it..â when Yoongi doesnât see you respond to whatever he said he realizes that you look lost.
âYou don't know, do you?â
âDon't know what?â You whisper again, heart racing. Why do you feel you're not gonna like what he is gonna say?
There is a pause, a very uncomfortable pause. He visibly scans your face and inhales sharply as if deciding against or in favor of telling you about the whole situation.
You clench your pajama pants into your fists as your hand rests on your lap. The kitchen felt stuffy all of a sudden. This might seem like an overreaction but your body feels defensive all of a sudden, deciding between running away or ripping the bandaid off.
Deciding on the latter you ask,
âYoongi, please tell me?â You request softly and at your almost inaudible request, Yoongi sighs, giving up. He shuts his eyes for a second and then looks up smiling sadly at you.
You hold your breath.
âUm, he was promoted to be the next VP of the agency, and uh..â he rubs the back of his neck looking away, avoiding the eye contact with you.
âAnd he rejected it?â You whisper and Yoongi nods, still not looking at you.
âThe job required him to give more time into his job, more hours away from home. From you and her.â He looks at you and then points his chin in your tummyâs direction.
âSo when they told him the details about the hours and the business trips, he immediately refused. Since he was the most eligible person for the job, the CEO, Mr Park..â he says,
âMr. Park.â You say at the same time nodding.
âYes, Mr. Park tried convincing him saying heâll adjust according to your due date and whatever changes Kook would want to his schedule but this kid..â Yoongi chuckles shaking his head, â..rejected it, saying if he had to quit the job he would do it but he would not add onto whatever hours he was working.â
âThen suddenly..â Yoongi picks up a tangerine from the fruit bowl and starts peeling it.
âHe came up with an idea of actually quitting in order to give more time to you and your child, so when Namjoon said and I quote, âY/N is gonna kill you if you do that, she knows how much you worked for thisâ Jungkook said that you both decided mutually that rejecting the promotion was okay and you were okay with whatever he decided about his job. WhichâŠlooking at you right now doesn't seem like it.â Yoongi looks at you with a hesitant expression, offering you the peeled fruit.
You feel your ears heat up and not out of good reason, you are actually mad at him. You were hearing all of this for the first time and you can't believe he backed off from the job he got offered after working so hard. The reason he used to work his ass off, extra time, no holidays, always punctual, not caring about his meals and whatnot, and then just fucking backed off?
"When was this?" You say gritting your teeth, eyes glistening with angry tears, eyes still on Yoongi.
You take the piece of fruit from his hand and shove it in your mouth, eyes red with tears in them.
âY/N..â
âWhy didn't he tell me? And wait a minute he said it was a mutual decision?! What the hell?â
âY/N, he must have had a reason for saying so, he did explain the reasons and it sounded like he gave it a lot of thought. â
âDonât you mean WE gave it a lot of thought? hah.â You say chuckling bitterly, swallowing the fruit, your hand going through your hair in frustration as you face the direction where your husband showers unaware of the angry volcano on the other side of the bathroom door.
âWhat the hell is wrong with him?!â You almost scream but lower your voice remembering your parents are asleep, immediately looking around warily and Yoongi does the same, with similar expressions on his face.
âSorry, I just feel so mad right now.â You say squeezing your eyes shut, speaking through your teeth.
âI guess you should talk to him,â he says looking at you softly.
âYouâre damn right I will-â you say
âBut not now, privately, okay?â
You look at him breathing heavily, cheeks wet with tears, his eyes pleading to not lose your calm immediately. You look at his anger and countless emotions swirling in your mind, nose flaring.
âAh, okay fine.â You say throwing your hands in frustration, coming back to wipe the tears off your cheeks.
The next few minutes Yoongi tried not to talk about anything and you just swirled your spoon in the spoon Yoongi served for you. He constantly made sure you were sipping the soup, giving you water, and peeling another tangerine for you.
He almost sighed in relief when the bathroom door clicked open and Jungkook came out of the washroom. The steam rushed out of the white-tiled space along with a drippy Jungkook and a goddamned towel around his waist.
You feel madder now. Is that even a word? You don't care because that's how you feel. Madder.
Remember when you said how your emotions were on a roll these days? Yea. It was an understatement because the moment you saw your husband with that damned towel hanging low on his hips your anger turned into angry horniness, you wished, only for a second, but wished Yoongi wasn't here so that you could straddle the half-naked guy and ask him about the stupid decision he made.
Although Jungkook had immediately rushed into the room to get some clothes on him it was enough to make your ovaries light up on fire. You're mad and horny, two things that don't go well for you. Especially not in this state.
"Hey guys I am sorry, I had to wash off all that puke stench. Why didn't you guys start eating yet?"
"I don't know maybe you took very long to shower." You snap at your husband and he freezes in his tracks to get the plate.
"Y/N, I was there for only 10 mins."
âI don't know, felt like 10 years."aAt your tone Jungkook looks at you concerned and then at Yoongi who watches awkwardly, the whole scene unfolding in front of him.
"Guys you know what I think I am gonna head home, I have eaten with Jimin earlier and need sleep."
âNo- yoongi eat please-â you request feeling guilty for making him awkward.
âYes hyung, please finish your dinner.â Jungkook says, looking at his hyung but then flicking his gaze back at you.
âNo no its really okay.â Yoongi says, already walking away from the island.
"Okay, hyung." He says after a second his eyes wandering back to you observing your sour mood. Eyebrows furrowed with thought while you just chewed on the rice mixed with the curry not looking at Jungkook after waving to Yoongi.
Yoongi walks towards the doorway with slow steps, the footsteps echoing along with the tinkled spoon made inside the curry bowl. He grabs the keys and walks towards the two of you, giving you a nod and patting Jungkookâs back.
"Take care Y/N and you too, kook." He stares two seconds longer at the younger male and then nods at him. Jungkook gets up halfway to which Yoongi waves in a signal for Jungkook to not bother seeing him off.
The door clicks shut leaving you and Jungkook in silence.
"Y/N wha-"
"Eat, Jungkook."
At your stern tone, Jungkook flinches and just resumes eating in silence. Silence for almost 10 minutes. 10 slow and irritating minutes. It was like the clock ticked 10 seconds forward and then 40 seconds backward. The silence added to the awkwardness you both felt, making the time more unbearable.
Again, did you mention slow?
All the thoughts come back to your mind, every emotion holding your neck in a chokehold, everything that youâve felt since the day started comes back. The conversation with your mom about how she asked you if you wanted to move back in with ever, you thought your mom wanted you to leave so you cried. All the emotions you felt then catching up to you.
The thoughts of being alone with him made you happy and cry at the same time in the afternoon while you finished working on the report your seniors asked you to finish before your leave started. You feel all the emotions you felt while rewatching the notebook in the evening before dinner. You feel all the emotions at once, those emotions which you felt when Jungkook called you from his car and, also when he called you from his office to check if you had your medicine.
The emotions of frustration and anger when Yoongi told you about the job offer and how your husband rejected it. The thoughts about something bad happening to your child come back and make your head dizzy. It's too much at the same time. You're happy that he is eating his food in silence because if he did say anything before you finish, you might actually run to the bathroom to vomit all of your emotions.
After minutes of frustration and anger and sadness and silence, you finally got up and almost threw the plate in the sink, Jungkook tried to get your plate but you just brushed past him huffing finally making Jungkook ask you the question you didn't want to hear and hear at the same time.
You wanted to talk to him about the whole thing and didn't at the same time. You were on an emotional rollercoaster, and Jungkook was gonna be the bird that hit the coaster blades, getting hurt.
"Y/N did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, do you do anything right these days Jungkook? I don't think so." You chuckle throwing the glass of water into the sink thankfully not breaking it.
Turning towards your husband, you immediately regret saying what you said because he just looks like a kicked puppy. Big eyes filled with gloss, nose red, and wobbly chin. His features make you feel like the worst human being on this planet.
"Y/N, I am sorry for whatever it is but can you tell me what's wrong?" He whispers looking- no, pleading with his eyes as you stand like a wall in front of him.
"You tell me, did you do anything to make me feel stupid and pathetic recently?" You say pointedly. Venom. Pure venom.
"Baby.."
"Donât. Don't call me that." You say firmly.
"Shit- I am sorry Y/N please tell me what happened..wait-" You push yourself away from the counter instantly feeling the pain in your lower back.
âBab- Y/N wait.â He rushes to your side holding one of your hands and one holding your waist, giving you support but somehow his touch stings, in the best way. You hate your mind and heart. You just hate it.
âNo, I can walk myself I am not a toddler.â He doesn't let go of your hand even though you tell him to, he helps you walk towards your room. You try to tell him that you can walk alone but he doesn't listen instead he just hums or mutters 'I know' and it infuriates you more.
Why isnât he saying anything? Youâre literally acting like a spoiled kid right now.
Opening the door he walks you inside the room and helps you sit on the bed. As you take heavy breaths placing a hand on your chest you feel how rapidly your heart raced.
Removing the lid of the glass sitting on your nightstand, he helps you sip some of the liquid. You feel tears in your eyes and when he removes the glass from your lips he just smiles sadly at you and wipes the tears from your face with his thumb.
Leaning into his touch you say, "Why are you okay with me being like this to you?"
Okay, that's a dumb question ask Jeon Y/N, you're mad at him but just looking at him you feel like you are treating him like shit for something he doesn't deserve. Of course, he cheated on you, of course, you want to not love him because of that, and of course, your heart aches when you think of the betrayal but can you ever unlove him? Can you ever hurt him knowing you're gonna hurt him and not feel bad? Can you ever just look at him and feel nothing for him? Can you ever not love him?
Your head feels buzzed and when he speaks and your anger explodes.
"I deserve it, baby." You scrunch his t-shirt in your hand and pull him towards you, making him almost fall on you but he regains his balance by placing one of his hands on the comforter. With wide eyes, he just stares at you and the way your eyes brim with fresh tears. He tilts his head as if feeling guilty for the tears but you don't let him say anything.
"Why?" At this he looks at you confused.
The other tattooed hand finds its way on top of your wrist holding his t-shirt and you feel your sanity fly away for a second but at his confused expression, you feel your anger come back.
"Y/N what-" he sputters with big eyes
"Why did you reject the job offer?" you finally say.
Pin. Drop. Silence.
"What?" he breathes out.
"You think you can make that big of a decision by yourself? " you say sniffling.
"How did you-"
"How did I know? How about, why didn't I know?" You raise your voice slightly, and he shuts the door so that your parents don't get their sleep interrupted, tilting slightly towards the entrance, your bed not being that far from the door.
"Y/N I am sorr-" you cut him off mid sentence.
"Sorry? How many things are gonna be okay just because you apologize Jungkook?! It was your dream, you worked so hard for it.." you say feeling tears spill out of your eyes and when he just looks down at your lap with his lips twisted in a straight line guiltily, you can't help but yell at him a bit, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
You didn't realize when your hand shifted from the t-shirt's neckline to his neck. You realize that only when his eyes shut for a second at the feeling of your hands on his face, the other hand coming to sit on top of the comforter on the other side of your body. Holding onto his face you asked him the question with big teary eyes, wet cheeks, and a wobbly chin.
"Tell me, kook?"
Sighing he answers, "Baby, they wanted me to go away."
"Don't lie to me, Jungkook, please. Yoongi told me they were ready to fix the schedule according to you -"
"And you think they were gonna do that for me forever?" He asks.
"Why did you say that I agreed then? Why did you lie? Why didn't you come talk to me? Do you think I wouldn't have understood or that you think it's not important for me to know?"
"Would you have let me quit if I wanted to?" He asked instantly.
You pause. Dammit.
"You see? That's why I didn't tell you. You're already handling so many responsibilities, I didn't wanna worry you more." He says, eyes turning soft.
You look at him. Eyes looking at him trying to find dishonesty, the thing was, Jungkook doesn't lie. Even after he did what he did, he came out to you truthfully. It hurt but you're where you are because he was honest. It's the bare minimum, honesty, but its rare. At least in your experience. But not with Jungkook. He can't lie.
"They were willing to change my schedule for me only until she is born.." he says looking at your tummy and then lifting his eyes to look at you.
"..I can't risk being away from you again. It might sound like I am lying but Y/N, baby, I don't wanna be away from you even for a single second. I wanna prove myself to be worthy of a second chance. I wanna be worthy of you and her. I canât imagine my life even for a second without you or her. You can push me all you want, you can yell at me all you want but don't tell me that I should've chosen a job and not my family. I know I donât have an answer for why I did what.." he pauses gulps and continues.
"...I did, I myself don't know why I did it, and trust me if I could turn back the time I would. But baby..." he puts his hand on yours that is resting on his cheek waiting for a second, barely visible, but he waits for some kind of negative reaction to him touching you. When he senses none, he continues,
"...I love you, and I will love you for my whole life, I will love you and my family until I breathe. I am so sorry for fucking things up but I want to fix them, I can fix them, we will fix it. Just don't please.." he squeezes his eyes shut slightly squeezing your hand as well.
"... don't ask me to go away from you. I can't live away from you. I would quit my job if that's what it takes to be with my family, to take care of my family, to take care of you, and to take care of us. Please tell me I can be with you, can you please tell me you donât want me to go away? Pleas- â
You tell him exactly that, but not verbally because wasnât it ironic how he feels sorry for not knowing why he did what he did when you don't even think of any second thoughts before you do what you do, without knowing why.
Lips crashing on his, you shut him up with an answer you feel him absorbing inside him. He freezes when you kiss him, his breath stuttering when you move your lips against him. You squeeze his t-shirt in desperate need, and you feel him flutter his eyelids against your cheekbones, your tears mixing with his, and he kisses you back.
Does it last? Does your happiness last? No.
As soon as he moves his lips, you hear him sniffle and break the kiss. His eyes are still red, and his cheeks are slightly wet as well. He sniffles again, but the only sound you can hear is your heartbreaking because he moves away.
Away from the bed. Away from the comforter. Away from the kiss. Away from you.
He gets up and takes a step back, shaking his head, eyes squeezed shut. He curses under his breath as if regaining his composure while you just stare at the space where he was sitting earlier.
âI- I am sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't, I can't. I am really sorry, I shouldn't. I just shouldn't. I am sorry.â
And he leaves the room, shutting the door, not completely but leaving it slightly ajar. It's just like he does always. You hear the kitchen tap opening. He probably is doing the dishes. You hear everything from outside the door, but you feel like there's radio silence in your room.
A low beep-like sound ringing in your ears, embarrassment? Hurt? Love? Anger? Betrayal? Pain? Need? Desire? You feel so much at once, and you don't know what to do with it. This is getting so much more fucked and somehow you both find new ways to make this way tougher than anyone can imagine.
After some time, you hear the lights outside click off, and you can't help but wish he came to you. He does, but only to keep a fresh glass of water on the nightstand. He wishes you good night in a whisper, glancing once at your face and then,
...leaves.
Well, shit.
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a kiss to every scar [H.Steinfeld]
pairing: servicetop!hailee steinfeld x [inexperienced] bottom!reader
summary: hailee sets out to show you the ropes of acting on a tv show...unfortunately, your very obvious crush on her distracts her enough to stop being so professional.
warnings: smut -> no minors allowed [this is technically porn with plot but the plot isn't important; fingering [R receiving]; praise + petnames; needy hailee [yes, this deserves a warning]; technically public sex but not really [aka sex in hailee's trailer but she forgets to lock the door]; hailee being overly protective but also very horny; R is technically younger than hailee but the age gap isn't that important, the height gap is though :) [sorry to my tall peeps]]
wordcount: 2.4k
a/n: this request comes to you straight from our beloved đ§ââïž anon! i tried to balance the fluff and the smut but well...you already know i always end up getting carried away. i TRIED, though. i'm going to make an announcement soon regarding writing hailee so stay tuned for that because it's going to be important. anywho, hope you enjoy <3
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Youâre no stranger to surreal experiences.Â
It seems like your entire life ever since being cast in your first TV role has been a series of unbelievable experiences after the other. Most of said experiences have been due to the overall excitement that comes with learning lines, going to outfit fittings, and talking through scenes with amazing directors and producers.Â
However, the biggest, most surreal, of all the amazing things youâve done has been meeting, working, and getting to know Hailee Steinfeld herself. The reasons for that are endless since youâre not only a genuine fan of her but you also have a not-so-small crush on her.
A crush that has thankfully managed to pass by undetected considering your overall awe at the work you get to do every day. Itâs managed to be so undetected that you havenât noticed how mutual the admiration that flows between the two of you actually is.
Youâre not totally oblivious so you have picked up on some of the looks she sends your way and on the way sheâs so adamant about helping you maneuver through the many obstacles that come with being on set all day. None of that seems like anything more than her being nice since youâre so new to a life that sheâs lived for so long so youâve never questioned it.
Plus, you like the feeling of her hand on your waist way more than youâre willing to admit to anyone. (Especially her)
Which is how you ended up getting talked into staying on set to watch Hailee finish her last scene of the day. Itâs not something completely uncommon since you love watching her and the director in action but the brunette promised to buy you dinner afterward, something thatâs never happened before.Â
Your heart and mind have already made up more than enough excuses to overshadow the very clear intentions behind Haileeâs invitation but nothing can take away the pure joy you feel from being near her.Â
A joy that draws in the actress like nothing else.
âWhatâd you think?â Hailee asks as she approaches you, her face lit up by a smile you know all too well.
âYouâre incredible,â you reply the same way you always do and successfully draw a little chuckle out of her. âSeriously, I donât know how you do it.â
âPracticeâŠand way too much free time.â
She reaches a hand out to you, an unspoken question lingering in the air between you. You waste no time in taking her hand and letting her guide you toward her trailer so she can change back into her normal clothes.Â
The walk is spent in the comfortable silence that always seems to follow the two of you and you pretend not to notice the way she keeps looking over at you with every few steps. You know exactly why her eyes keep shifting over to you but you canât find it in yourself to be embarrassed about it.Â
Despite how used to being on set you might be by now, you still admire each and every detail as if it was the first day again. Part of it comes from how unbelievable it all still is and another part of it comes from how cool everything is. Thereâs always so much to take in and itâs become a habit of yours to be present and grateful for every moment.
A habit that, unbeknownst to you, Hailee finds really adorable.
The list of things she likes about you is quite long but at the top of the list are your wide-eyed looks of wonder and the smile on your face nothing seems to wipe away.
Itâs no secret that the brunette has taken a liking to you, especially in her attempts to make sure nothing snuffs out the bright beams of sunlight you carry inside of yourself. She knows exactly what thatâs like and sheâd sooner lose her role as Kate Bishop than let you fall into any dark spirals.
âSoâŠâ She speaks up, gently pulling you closer to her side. âDid anything exciting happen besides watching me?â
Your cheeks flush at her words which makes her grin. âSort of. Florence and I talked about walking around New York tomorrow since itâs just going to be you and Jeremy filming scenes.â
âOh, yeah? Where are you thinking of going?â She leads you into her trailer while you launch into the specifics of all the places you want to visit and the things you want to see.
The brunette watches you intently, although her attention slips from the words you say to the genuine excitement your body language conveys. Youâre too busy talking to notice the way sheâs eying you or the way she keeps licking her lips.
You finish your explanation only to be met with complete silence and Haileeâs tall frame leaning comfortably against the door to her trailer.Â
âLee? Were you even listening?â
The tiniest of pouts tugs at your lips and the actress is quick to make her way over to you, completely forgetting about the unlocked door and her promise of taking you to dinner. âIâm sorry, baby, youâre just too cute, I got distracted.â
The âapologyâ makes your heart skip a couple of beats and youâre sure she notices your flustered state. âI guess thatâs fine. I should probably go anyway so you can change.â
You look away from her and attempt to walk away but she stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. The contact makes you stiffen, not because itâs unwelcome but because it sends an overwhelming amount of feelings through your entire body. âYou okay, y/n? I didnât make you uncomfortable, did I?â
Your eyes remain locked on the ground below you as you shake your head. The lack of a verbal response only serves to worry the brunette further and her free hand quickly tilts your chin up until her warm eyes meet yours.Â
She doesnât say anything but the question on her face is obvious.
âIâm not uncomfortable,â you force yourself to answer. âI justâŠI think I like it too much.â
The concern in her eyes shifts to something else, something bordering on passion, but youâre far too embarrassed to question it. âHey, itâs okay. You donât have to be nervous. I like you too.â
The words donât fully register in your brain at first. Sure, youâve lived through a lot of unbelievable moments but this is something right out of those dreams you can never tell a single soul about.Â
âYouâŠyou what?â
Hailee chuckles, taking the smallest of steps forward so your bodies are practically touching. âI like you too, baby. I hate to break it to you but youâre not as subtle as you think.â
âNeither are you,â you blurt out.
She leans in a little and your eyes instantly drop down to her lips. âI know.â
Her whispered words are the only warning you have before she claims your mouth with her own. Whatever shock you feel fades away almost instantly and you canât stop yourself from wrapping your arms around her and pulling her closer.
Youâre so caught up in her kiss that you donât fully register the way she gently pushes you up against the nearest wall and presses herself as close to you as physically possible. You donât register anything besides the feeling of her lips and the way your hands tangle in her hair so easily.
Haileeâs not as zoned out as you are, though, and her ears pick up on the muffled sounds trying to escape you. She instantly pulls away from you, staring down at you with blown-out pupils. âAre you okay?â
âYeah,â you reply breathlessly. âYeah, Iâm fine.â
Your response doesnât seem to convince her but at least she doesnât notice the way youâre clenching your thighs together. âWe can stop if you want, Iâm not looking for a one-night stand or anything.â
The sincerity in her voice is almost too much to handle and the truth slips out of your lips before you can stop it. âIâve never done anything like this before.â
She blinks a few times and you practically watch as the wheels turn inside her brain. âYouâve neverâŠoh. Oh, wow.â
Her response isnât bad but it leaves you flustered all the same so you lean forward and hide your face in her shoulder. âHaileeâŠâ
âHey, hey, look at me, baby.â
A few seconds pass before you follow her instructions and she instantly melts your worries away with a soft kiss. âYou donât have to be embarrassed. Itâs cute.â
âItâs cute that I have no idea what Iâm doing?â You question.
âYeah, it just means Iâll have to show you. I mean, umâŠif you want, of course. Thereâs no rush.â
All you can do is stare up at her while you think things over. Thereâs no denying how nervous you are but you trust Hailee more than anyone youâve ever met before. So, maybe itâs time to take a small leap of faith with her.
âOkay,â you whisper. âI want this. I want you.â
The brunette groans in response and the sound goes straight to the growing heat between your legs. She wastes no time in attaching herself to your neck, kissing and sucking every inch she can find.
The sensation is so pleasurable, it borders on overwhelming and your hands grip her shoulders in search of the stability you lost the day you met her.
âYou're so pretty,â she murmurs against your skin. âYou don't know how long Iâve wanted you for.â
âHailee-â You gasp as her hands find their way under your shirt.
âI know, let me make you feel good, sweetheart. Can I?â
The answer is more than obvious but you find yourself nodding desperately anyway. You know deep down everything about what you're doing is desperate and yet you can't find it in yourself to want to stop. Maybe it's unconventional but you don't need anything more than the brunette to make your first time unforgettable.
Hailee detaches herself from you long enough to help you shed your shirt, her eyes swooping down to take in every inch of you. Your knees buckle under her gaze and all she does is grin. âYou're fucking perfect, baby.â
The words themselves are enough to make you burn a few degrees hotter but then her hands are removing your bra and you're quickly standing topless in front of her appreciative eyes.
Her fingers soon follow the path her eyes trace and you shudder in ways you can't describe. Her thumbs gently rub against your nipples, your back arching almost instantly as you turn into putty in her hands.
âDoes that feel good, darling?â All you can offer is a moan and she chuckles. âGonna need some words.â
âYes. Feels so fucking good.â
âThere you go,â she murmurs, swooping in to litter kisses along your jawline. âGood girl.â
She pinches your nipples right as the words escape her lips and you're sure you almost pass out from the pleasure. âOh- please.â
âBegging already?â Despite her question, one of her hands leaves your sensitive nipples to trail down the front of your body. âDo you think you're wet enough for me to touch you yet?â
You hum in response and attempt to keep your hips under control. âSo wet for you.â
âLook at you,â she coos while her hand slips under the waistband of both your jeans and your underwear. âYouâre already an expert at getting what you want from me.â
âLee,â you whine. âDonât tease, babe.â
âIâm sorry, you're just so cute like this.â She rests her forehead against yours, everything about her seemingly cool and collected while you're burning up and panting. âWeâll take it slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much.â
Your inexperience leaves you a little cluelessâŠuntil she starts to slip one finger inside your tight cunt. You gasp almost instantly, your body tensing at the intrusion.
âRelax, baby. I've got you.â
It's hard to fully relax but Hailee does her best to keep you distracted by murmuring soft praises and keeping up her gentle touches to your breasts. The full length of her finger sinks inside and she gives you a moment to breathe and adjust.
âHowâre you feeling?â She asks, warm eyes searching your face for signs of unease or pain.
âFull,â you mumble with a smile.
She lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine. âFuck. That's so hot.â
The brunette leans in to kiss you before you can reply and you happily melt into the contact. You don't realize itâs yet another loving distraction until she starts to slowly pump her finger in and out of you.
You moan against her lips, the sound coming out muffled but no less desperate. Your walls clench almost uncontrollably with every move she makes which only fuels her need to pleasure you.
âYou're doing so well for me,â she mumbles. âTaking me so well, aren't you, baby?â
Her words cause an unfamiliar feeling to start to rise from deep within you that only gets stronger once her thumb finds your sensitive clit. Your hips buck into her hand and she ends up burying her face into your neck to stop herself from getting too wild.
She somehow manages to keep her slow pace, fucking you nice and gentle to build up your orgasm and prolong your pleasure. At the end of the day, all she wants is to keep you happy.
âYouâre so close, aren't you, sweetheart? I can feel it, the way you canât stop clenching around me. God, it makes me so wet.â
You don't know what triggers it, maybe it's her words or her thrusts or the tight circles around your clit, but you fall over the edge instantly with a cry so loud, she has to kiss you to drown it out.
Itâs impossible to describe how you feel. It's like you're floating and underwater and in the heart of the sun all at the same time. All you know is you've never felt pleasure like this and it's all thanks to Hailee freaking Steinfeld.
Hailee holds you close until your body stops shaking and you slump forward into her. âHey, welcome back, y/n.â
âShut up,â you mumble, every muscle in your body feeling absolutely spent yet satisfied.
She doesn't reply. She merely removes her hand from your sensitive center and kisses the side of your head.
âSoâŠare you still up for dinner orâŠ?â
âYou're the worst.â
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When the rain stops
Pairing: Simon "Ghost"Riley x F!reader Rating: T-M rating. slightly open ending. no angst ( for once!)
Summary: You were stuck at the shop with your groceries, and your intimidating ( but nice ) masked neighbour waited the rain out with you.
Thank you @glitterypirateduck for organising the writing challenge! you are totally awesome :) Go here to check out other wonderful writer and artist's work for this challenge.
Prompt used : No.83 Stuck/Caught in the rain note: I have to thank @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world her roommate series simon will always be my inspo for any neighbour/roommate related ideas. *taking deep bow*
Part of the Memory in a Fragrance series Master list
Holding one bag of grocery in one hand, and a bag of rice in another arm, sighing as the sky opened up, regretting not listening to yourself earlier on.
Should have brought my brolly, or should have driven here instead of walking. Thinking to yourself. So much for wanting to get some exercise and steps into my daily routine.Â
Oh well, What else can you do but wait?Â
âYou gotta be kidding me.âÂ
Suddenly a large shadow with a deep rumbling voice loomed over you, cursing away.
Looking up, stands Simon, your large yet mysterious neighbour, with a small bag of grocery, seemingly in the same predicament.Â
âYou too?â
Awkward silence. He slowly turns his head down towards you. You can almost sense his discomfort from the tense body language and the way he is staring down at you.Â
âThereâs extra storage space on the ground floor. Rubbish collection day is every Monday, remember to take it out. Oh good morning Simon.â your landlord greeted a tall masked man, with a big camo bag who was about to head out the door. He nodded his head towards the two of you, before turning away abruptly.
That was your first meeting with Simon.
After that, he only appears every few weeks, always carrying his Camo bag. Sometimes in his uniform, sometimes already changed into Civilian uniform. The two of you never spoke a word to each other, nor acknowledged each other.Â
âUm. I am your neighbour two doors down?â You shifted uncomfortably, thinking he doesnât remember you.Â
âI know.âÂ
Another awkwards silence.Â
âI donât think the rain is going to stop for a while.â
ââŠâŠ.âÂ
Pointing to the cafe next door to the grocery store,âWould you, would you like to um, have a cup of coffee while we wait?â WE? You donât know why you offered.
âTea.âÂ
âPardon?â
âI drink tea.â He repeated.
âOh.â Well, you assume that is a yes. âLetâs.. Letâs go?â
You look out the window, at the rain that is currently bucketing down heavily, showing no signs of stopping. The drumming sound drowning out the chatting voices of the cafe patrons.Â
âNot to your taste?â
Simonâs voice snapped you out of the reverie.Â
âSorry?â you blinked, confused at his question.Â
He pointed at your coffee. âNot to your taste? Should I get another one for you?â
He has insisted on getting the drinks.
âI am very particular with tea.â He insisted as he gently set the groceries down beside the table. He raised a hand to stop you before you speak. âA cup of coffee isnât going to break my bank. What would you like?â
You shook your head and quickly took a sip. âOh nono, I was zoning outâŠlooking at the rain. Listening to the sound.Itâs very⊠calming.âÂ
He looked out the window, humming. Back to the silence between the two of you.
You took another sip of your coffee, and stole a glance at the brooding man in front of you.Â
This is probably the first time you have seen him without any face covering on.Â
Not a face of a model, but a pleasing looking face. Long eye lashes, framing those deep brown eyes, full of sorrow, weariness and⊠loneliness?Â
âWhat if the rain doesnât stop?â You break the silence again after a while.Â
âThen we wait a bit longer.âÂ
âUntil the cafe closes?â You chuckled.
âThen Iâll walk back to get the car and pick you and the grocery up.âÂ
You cocked your eyebrow. Although the two of you are neighbours, technically the two of you don't know each other before this. He could have just left you there to your own demise..
âBut I donât think I need to do that. Seems like the rain started to die down. Come on.â Simon drained the last of his tea, donning his mask back on and stood up and picked up his bag of grocery and your bag of rice.
âOH, I can..âÂ
Before you finish your sentence, he hauls it over his shoulder like a bag of feathers and stares at you. Somehow you know itâs pointless to argue with him so you just pick up your bag of groceries and follow him out of the cafe.
Two of you walked home in silence.Â
You couldnât resist taking a peek at his strong muscles⊠you mean him. With the first glance he sends people scrambling with his deathly stare. But from his actions today.. You know heâs a man of action. From the little things he does. Insisting on paying for the coffee. Carrying the heavy bag of rice.
Oh he smells so nice. You also couldnât help but take a deep breath in as he gently nudged you to the inner side of the walking path and shielded you from all the puddle splashes when the car drove past.Â
Smell of fresh pine. Citrus. Freshly cut grass.
Just like after the rain. Your favourite smell since childhood.Â
It gives you comfort. And joy. Memories of going for a walk and running around on the field with your family and falling over onto the grass, big patches of mud on your butt while your siblings laugh at you, and your mother shook her head.
âYou got the front gate key?â He grumbled, adjusting the bag of rice on his shoulder.
âAh? Oh. yes. Sorry..â you quickly dug through your bag for the keys and opened it up to let the two of you into the building.Â
âWell, Ah, Thank you for your help today.â You said as he put the bags down in front of your door. â Would you like to come in for a cup of tea⊠OH.â What the hell are you saying, the two of you just sat in the cafe for more than an hour drinking afternoon tea.
He chuckled. Oh, he sounds nice when he laughs.  âI think we have enough tea and coffee for the afternoon.âÂ
You nodded your head, embarrassed and somehow disappointed at the rejection. You opened the door and half kicked your groceries in. Â
âBut maybe next time.â you snapped your head around, he was already walking towards his own door. âIf you need people to go grocery with you. I will be happy to if I am home.âÂ
You blinked your eyes, is..that his way of asking you to go on a .. date but not a date? Or is he just being friendly??
You stood there for a long time mouth gaping, long after he returned to his apartment.Â
Simon look down at the little container of home baked biscuits left on his front door step the next morning, and smiled.Â
âJust a little thank you for the impromptu afternoon tea and carrying my groceries yesterday. This is my number just in case you want to ask me to go againâŠâ
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How to Use Absurdist Humor
I will often excuse away the âworstâ of Marinetteâs behavior with a very dismissive, âItâs an obvious joke, so thereâs no point taking this as a serious character beat. Letâs not waste our time here.â
While I stand by that statement, I can see why some people struggle with this approach. Miraculous has made the unfortunate choice to tie the humor to parts of the narrative that have actual meaning to the audience. This undercuts the power of the humor, making it hard for some people to separate the humor from the actual character beats, so letâs step back and look at a show that did this right to show what I mean.
Thatâs right, folks, itâs time for more gushing about Kim Possible!
For todayâs case study, we'll start with episode 17 of season one: The Twin Factor. In this episode, Kim is stuck babysitting her little brothers while on a mission to stop her arch nemesis. You may be thinking that Kim's "flaw" in this episode is the fact that she brings two 10-year-olds on a dangerous mission.
You would be wrong.
This is the lead-in to Kim bringing the twins along:
Kim: Er, speaking of forgetting, I totally spaced on the baby-sitting. Mrs. Dr. Possible: Kimmy, you made a commitment. Kim: Two commitments, actually. I'm suppose to go on a mission today. Mr. Dr. Possible: You'll just have to take the boys. Kim: Mom, can you please tell Dad that's a bad idea? Mrs. Dr. Possible: Oh, Kimmy. I'm sure Jim and Tim would love to visit a secret lab with you.
This is how you do absurdist humor. Is this technically horrible parenting? Yes, but there is no way that anyone is taking this seriously. Itâs just so over the top that anyone trying to criticize the Possibleâs behavior comes across as completely missing the point.
The other important factor is that Kimâs parents are played as genuinely loving and supportive parents, just in a really absurd way. This is a very natural bit of loving family dialogue about a totally ridiculous version of a normal family conflict. None of these three characters show off flaws that we expect to see address here save for their complete lack of concern about Kimâs life-risking adventures.
If Kimâs parents were shown to be genuinely neglectful or if Kimâs adventures were played more seriously, then this humor wouldnât work anywhere near as well as it does. It would still be an obvious joke, but it would stumble the landing if you knew that the episode would go on to see Jim and Tim die. (They donât, btw. The absurdist humor carries on, Iâm just giving an extreme example of a plot beat that would kill â or at least weaken â this humor.)
Another example of Kim Possible doing absurdist humor right comes from the next episode in season one: Animal Attraction. In this episode, Kim is up against Senior Senior Senior, an eccentric billionaire who pursues villainy as a hobby, leading to exchanges like this one between him and his son:
Jr.: Did we not leave Kim Possible on a conveyor belt to her doom? Sr.: Yes. A proper villain always leaves his foe when he's about to expire. Jr.: Why? Sr.: Well, it would be bad form just to lull about, waiting for it. Jr.: Why? Sr.: Tradition!
This episode has a lot of moments like this. Moments where Jr asks why they don't do the obvious, more easy/effective thing and his father blows him off because that's not how villains do things! It's totally illogical logic and it's great. I love it! Perfect example of absurdist villains and a great way to keep the show from getting too serious. The writers never wanted you to feel like Kim was in over her head.
If you look at these two examples and compare them to Miraculous, you'll notice a big difference. While Miraculous does occasionally pull off good absurdist humor, a lot of the absurdist humor is more questionable because it's tied to the show's central conflicts.
As an example, let's talk about Marinette's inability to confess to Adrien and all the nonsense tied to that. Her many failures and attempts to know him better are clearly jokes, but they have this serious edge because the show has not set up the love square as nothing more than a source of humor. This is our end game couple. The audience expects to see their romance developed. The longer the show goes on without doing that and the more absurd Marinette's attempts get, the less the comedy works.
Another good example is Lila's lies. There is a solid argument to be made that the writers are trying to be funny with Lila's extremely obvious lies, but it doesn't work because the lies are a source of serious conflict. Lila is working with the villain! She gets Marinette expelled! We want to see her outed! Every obvious lie she tells just grates on our nerves because this is not the time for jokes!
To be fair, you can use absurdist humor in more serious shows. Another of my personal favorites is The Good Place, which relies heavily on absurdist humor, but has a very serious and heartfelt overall plot. The humor works there because the show knew when to use the humor and when to be serious and also because The Good Place is not a formula show. It's a serialized show. One big story told in 20-minute chunks. This meant that the humor had more room to breath and could be more closely tied to serious conflicts. When every story has to stand alone and be finished in 20-minutes, that blending rarely ever works. You're trying to do too much.
Kim Possible's writers knew this, too. The two tie-in movies (Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time and So the Drama) are still comedies, but they both have far more serious tones because they had the time to do that. While the episodes run about 20 minutes, both movies run a little over and hour which meant they could be more serious than in a standard episode.
So why did I write all that up? Because I was watching Kim Possible and thinking about how much better the humor generally was and I suddenly realized how easy it would be to be confused by Miraculous' humor if you didn't have this kind of background. I've seen enough absurdist humor to identify it with ease and even I struggle with Miraculous at times. Like I'm still not sure if Lila's lies are supposed to be a joke or not.
If you're new to absurdist humor or struggle to interpret less overt humor? Then I can see how you'd take Miraculous way more seriously than the writers intended because a lot of the absurdist humor simply isn't absurd enough. That doesn't change the fact that it's humor and I'm still going to treat it as such, but I can see why it goes right over some people's heads and leads to complaints like, "Marinette has his schedule for the next three years!!!" That was a joke, but I get why you're missing it.
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Oracle!Reader Part 9
Masterlist - Part 1, Part 8, Part 10
Warning! This chapter has some gore and death! Remember my sagau has darker worldbuilding and it's an imposter au! Yanderes is a warning in itself.
Muffled thumping and talking bothered your slumber. Feeling groggy you opened your eyes slowly. A groan slips past your lips as your head pounds when you move to sit up. What happened last night?
Memories of the night before coming back to you in a trickle before it rushes your mind all at once. Your mask!
Urgently you feel your face and relax a little at it still being there. But what if Kazuha took it off and put it back on? You would be put in a cell, right? The bedding underneath you were still soft and warm in fact something even warmer was on your legs too...
Looking down you see a head of white and red hair resting on your leg. The sleeping face of Kazuha with bed hair was sitting on a chair letting his upper body rest on the bed.
As cute as he was, sleeping very content on your legs you needed answers to whether he removed your mask or not. Why he was sleeping here was secondary.
"Kazuha? Kazuha, wake up!" You shake his shoulders gently as you call his name. He wakes up almost immediately no doubt due to his sensitive hearing.
"Y/N? Why are you-? Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry." It doesn't take Kazuha long to realize the situation as he jumps away from the bed in a hurry. The slight red to his ears as he turns his head away from you is an easy indicator to his embarrassment.
"It's fine really. You carried me back to my room, right? Thank you for that." His reaction was technically positive while referring you by name meaning he didn't take it off. You should be fine... for now.
"It was no trouble Y/N, especially as you had done the same for me the first night. It's just a little worrying how tired I got once I laid you on the bed. I must have been exhausted from the battle since I didn't drink anything."
Kazuha's complexion starts to cool down as he speaks about the sudden sleepiness. It's quite convenient, a little too convenient. Teyvat probably had a hand in this. You were grateful for it either way.
Politely you dismiss Kazuha who is more than eager to escape the situation. Packing up the last of your stuff and freshening up, you leave the room and climb the stairs.
The cawing of birds become clear, and you look to see the bustling pier of Liyue Harbor. You recognize it as the farthest pier from the city entrance. Unlike the game where you only saw a few people and sellers, it was much busier now.
People of all colors and clothing walked around buying, selling, playing, and working. Liyue was said to be home to many people meeting, so it was nice to see an actual busy port.
Tightening your grip on the strap of the bag, you hope that the crowd will help you escape from meeting any acolytes. Zhongli, Ningguang, and Yelan were the top people to avoid. A smart, well connected Ningguang is far more dangerous than the isolated adeptus Ganyu or Xiao.
"Y/N! Y/N!" Turning around at the sound of your name, a hug from a very excited chef and panda nearly topples you. Smiling a little you hug her back.
"Woke up fine after passing out like that Xiangling?" She pulls away with a pout at your words. Guoba is still clinging to you, and you pet his head while smiling at Xiangling.
"I'll be able to handle more next time! I swear it." You nod along to her determination before asking her a question.
"Where's Xinyan? I know she had a performance today; did she leave already?"
"That's correct. Xinyan had to leave around the same time Beidou left for business. Furong relayed her message to me about it."
Kazuha strolls to where you're standing with Xiangling. He's carrying a small bag with him hinting that he might be staying in Liyue for a while.
"That's a shame, maybe I'll get to see her when I'm in Liyue Harbor. I'm guessing you both have your own ideas on what to do in Liyue."
Speaking casually, you begin walking off the boat onto the port, Kazuha and Xiangling follow behind you.
Xiangling speaks about fishing before going to Wanmin Restaurant where she can go back to helping her dad. Kazuha's calm voice mentions a trip to the Lisha area where he had yet to explore.
Keeping your tone light, you vaguely speak of traveling around and the possibility of visiting another nation. It's best to have a flexible track record to avoid being stuck in any minor lies.
The crowd around you seems to grow thicker. It pushes the three of you together into a clump in the crowd. The smell of fish, sweat, and salt is grossing you out.
Kazuha's featherlight grip on your wrist and Xiangling's warm hand on your shoulder are what helped you all stay together and escape the masses. You sigh in relief at the cool breeze sweeping away the hot sticky feeling.
Quickly you begin saying your goodbyes to them only to be surprised by their slight clinginess.
"Why are you leaving so fast? I can treat you to a meal at Wanmin Restaurant first." She keeps her hand on your shoulder as she inches closer. Trills come from below and you look to see Guoba clinging to your leg. When did he come over?
"I agree, we don't have to split so fast. If anything, you can explore the Lisha area with me." Kazuha changes his grip from your wrist to your hand with ease.
You would be more than happy to, but you really didn't want to attract more vision holders. They would inevitably ask about you since you awakened most of them. That would lead to more questions, more lies, and less freedom.
"I'm sorry but I do have things to take care of in the city first. I don't want to hold either of you back. Xiangling, the fish you want are only around this time of day and Kazuha, I won't have you waiting hours or even days for me." You speak with firm tone and escape their holds.
Xiangling and Guoba wear matching sad puppy looks while Kazuha seems calm. The slight tremble of his hands as he waves goodbye to you doesn't go unnoticed.
He really can't understand just why he's so attached to you. It's not like him to get this troubled by saying goodbye to people he's met during his travels. His hand shook resisting the urge to hold you again.
Perhaps some time away from you would be good. For you and him.
You turn the corner around Hanfeng's Ironmongers and release the breath you've been holding. Relaxing your shoulders, you resist the urge to groan as you walk along the stone floor.
This was certainly a new pattern that you've begun to notice in your acolytes but not unwelcome. Being clingy and attached to you will help blind them from any slip ups you might make. It was nice to feel loved by your comfort characters too...
The headache you've been sporting since you woke up pulses as if reminding you of its existence. Drinking on a boat was not your best decision but you wouldn't count it as your worst yet. That spot belonged to your moment of weakness with Gorou that gained Yae's attention.
Sighing you keep walking trying to remember the first stop you had planned.
"-thank you for supporting the Adventurers' Guild." Your ears perked at the end of the sentence and a person in the signature green outfit.
That's right, you wanted to finally join the Guild since you never got the chance to in Inazuma. With renewed vigor you walk further and climb up the stone steps.
As you begin climbing the wooden staircase (was it always this high?) you see a black hat and two long twin tails as you climb up. The body gestures and promotional voice are a clear indicator to who is gracing Lan, the Liyue Branch Master, with her presence.
"This new proposal is designed to make anyone, especially you agree to it. The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is always up to date, so we increased the number of coffins you get with your first order to 150 wooden coffins due to departure of Rex Lapis."
You get to the top of the stairs letting you have front row seats to the amusing sale performance.
"I hope you remember the on-site cadaver collection service covering almost every region in Liyue. Because I'm proud to say that we now cover them all. The fee is still very affordable of course!"
Hu Tao smiles perfectly as Lan only gets more annoyed.
"Even when you had the traveler, I still rejected you."
"So, you do remember! That's perfect as now I won't have to drag her here to be a reference again. The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor fully understands why you may be hesitant to agree due to the social ideals. Despite the fact that everyone and everything ends. But it truly is in your best interest to agree to my proposal."
Hu Tao seems to get a little more desperate as Lan presses her hands to her temple.
"I mean, she isn't wrong." Your honest thoughts are spoken aloud drawing the women's attention to you.
Unlike Hu Tao's cheery and overly persuasive voice, you take on a more relaxed tone.
"You want to keep your adventurers safe and making them agree to this would look bad is what you're thinking right? But don't you see how Hu Tao's proposal is making them safer? An adventurer agrees to this job knowing that their life is in danger, if they get scared at the thought of signing that waiver then they aren't cut out for adventuring. How would they survive when attacked? They won't, so this may help prevent needless deaths."
Hu Tao's eyes sparkle at your words as Lan seems dumbstruck. You don't blame her, a random person coming up and taking Hu Tao's side on her business practices is a rarity.
"Now if you agree, you could prevent a lot of heart ache for those who are connected to the adventurers too. Someone has to pick up the bodies, Hu Tao's on-site cadaver collection is the best option. If not them then you'll need to have a different adventurer pick them up, have the family pick them up or pay a bigger fee for the Parlor to do it. You wouldn't want someone who was friends, coworker or family to deal with that corpse if you don't have to, right?"
This was all stuff you've wanted to tell Lan when you saw this scene in Hu Tao's story quest. It felt good finally getting it off your chest. Hu Tao's idea was really more like insurance similar to those who worked dangerous jobs like construction.
"Someone that recognizes my genius! I thought I had a way with words until I heard you speak of possibilities I couldn't even fathom. Tell me what's your name?"
Hu Tao shakes your hand excitedly and before you can even open your mouth to respond she looks back to Lan.
"But before that, I would like to seal the deal with Miss Lan on the offer. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor has a long and detailed history of honoring the client's requests on their death bed. So, agree to this now and reap all the benefits!"
"I said no, I'm not telling you again Hu Tao. Say what you will but I'm not changing my mind. And you, do you have any actual business with the Adventurers' Guild? If you do, speak to Katheryne if not then leave."
You chuckle at the way Lan stubbornly rejects Hu Tao with a scowl before piping up coyly.
"Well lucky for you Lan, I'm Y/N and I'm looking to be an adventurer." The smile you have seems to annoy Lan even further. She mutters something sounding very similar to "of course they are" and points at Kathryne.
"Miss Lan may be unwilling to partner up with me but the same can't be said the same for you Y/N. Those eyebags, slumped shoulders, and frizzy hair. All of that to point to you being chased by something intangible. Why don't you come over sometime and I can get you a 30% discount on a nice coffin as thanks for your help?"
Were you really that haggard looking or was Hu Tao exaggerating it to sell to you? The speed Hu Tao can switch targets from Lan to you is bit startling. Her elemental ghost creeps around her back to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to her.
"Much like you said earlier, an adventurer's life isn't easy! If you agree now, I can promise a special on-site cadaver collection that can extend as far as Monstadt and Sumeru. Buy now and save later, it's the families that regret not buying a coffin or spot for burial."
Well, you did vouch for Hu Tao's proposition earlier so it would be hypocritical to refuse now. But what if you're dragged back to Inazuma and die there? Or worse your identity is exposed leading to you not being allowed a funeral?
The furrow of your brows and finger on your chin as you mentally compare the pros and cons makes Hu Tao smile wider. Until an employee from the Funeral Parlor runs up the stairs calling her name.
"Director Hu Tao, we need your help with the same customer from last week. She keeps trying to change the plan last minute!"
Sighing in annoyance, Hu Tao releases you and steps backward letting you have your personal space back.
"It seems this must be all the time we have together Y/N." She keeps her hand over her heart as she speaks dramatically before wistfully continuing. "A meeting with someone like you is once in a lifetime, so here!"
A business card with the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor name, symbol and address is thrusted in front of you. The address changes to something readable as your fingers brush over the words and her cold rings as you take the card from her.
Do you even want to keep this paper? It's like a guaranteed ticket to meeting Zhongli who you've felt very conflicted about since you arrived here. He and Venti have had thousands of years to grow as worshippers while watching the cult grow. If anyone could pick up your lie, it would be them. Maybe burning the paper would be the best option.
You wave in slight befuddlement as the employee drags Hu Tao away in a hurry. Once she's out of sight, you turn back to the Adventurers' Guild front desk.
"So how do I start?"
After filling out the stacks of paperwork Katheryne handed you, you give it back and crack your wrist. It had asked all manners of questions from 'do you have any control over the elements?' to 'which of the three mushroom types is edible?'. Something tells you Lan made it purposefully harder.
Katheryne disappears into the building with Lan and after a few minutes she comes back out with a smile.
"Congratulations, you've been accepted into the Adventurers' Guild. I am unable to draw up an adventure rank for you but here is your adventurer handbook."
You take the familiar handbook from her and wince at the way her voice glitches when speaking about your adventure rank. Katheryne has always been a meta character so perhaps with your isekai'd statues the system is struggling. Or Teyvat is doing this to protect you as it's heavily implied Kathryne was created by Sandrone, the Fatui Harbinger.
"Due to your lack of adventure rank we will skip that area. Instead, we can give you the choice of wearing your regular clothes or the adventurers' uniform. It's made of material designed to stand against attacks, the weather, and long durations of time."
You smile and shake your head. That uniform would be a dead giveaway to your new job. Plus, it was kind of ugly, there was no way you would run around looking like Tingle from Zelda.
Wait why did they never offer the traveler the option to wear the uniform?
"Then let's get to the main aspect of adventuring, which is commissions. Between the choice of a single daily commission or four weekly commissions, you chose the latter. You are free to pick up your commissions tomorrow morning. Any questions or concerns?"
There was no option for four daily commissions on the paperwork. They must have given it due to the traveler proving their strength using the Dvalin stunt that happened right before the 'Welcome to the Adventurers' Guild' quest. Or because it's a game.
"Just one, will I have to fight abyss mages and hilichurls? Since I wrote that I could control some elements and fighting skills."
"Yes, you will have to face such monsters since you said yes to both questions. Of course, you won't be facing strong ones as all new adventurers start with easy monsters until their adventure rank rises. Unfortunately, since we can't assign you a rank, you will never be assigned commission focusing on stronger enemies."
What a relief! You already felt horrible at the thought of fighting against the cursed khaenri'ahs. Making the fight more difficult would just make it worse.
"Then ad astra abyssosque, Adventurer! With effort, you shall reach the stars and conquer the abyss!"
That signature phrase makes you smile at the robotic woman before leaving down the stairs. That had to be the simplest job interview you've every applied for!
Not to mention this is the only one you've ever successfully gotten hired for. Most deny you for not having a high school diploma and the rest for not having a GED. You would have gotten one if your old boss ever let you. But the way a gang keeps you trapped is by cutting off any other options. If you never get better, you can never leave.
You walk back down the stairs and stuff the handbook into your bag. What to do now? Visiting Hu Tao is not an option, and this was Liyue for crying out loud! You couldn't explore Inazuma in fear of being seen but the problem didn't exist in Liyue... for now at least.
Glancing at the teleport waypoint in the middle of the city, you make sure to keep a good distance from it. Accidentally activating it would be the worst thing especially with all the people around.
Pushing back any worries you begin exploring the Harbor while checking stores for anything useful. The red of the building frames were such an eye-catching design compared to the monochrome and neon buildings on Earth.
The lanterns and lights were off, but you could already imagine the sight of them illuminating the city. One thing you did note was how everyone walked on the stairs and avoided the smooth stone. Wasn't that one reserved for royalty or rather the Archons? Best that you avoid it too.
Unable to read the signs you took to spying the wares to see if the stores have what you need. Camping supplies like a tent, sleeping bag (the closest thing was a sleeping mat and a blanket), travel-sized hygiene tools, a lantern that holds a candle and a multi tool. Were the first things on your list.
You couldn't stay in hotels or get lucky enough like you did to stay with the Kamisatos so it's best to be prepared to sleep outside. Hotels and even motels are expensive so it's best to save money until you have a general income established.
Having a game bag was such a blessing. The shopkeepers looked surprised when you stuffed the whole tent into it but not to the point where it's absurd. The adepti inventions and the traveler seemed to have made all these things rare but not unheard of.
Another high priority was medical supplies. There was a chance that the Statue of the Seven could heal you but that could summon the respective Archon too. You didn't want to bleed to death while walking to one either. Unless you could teleport to them too...
With a good-sized medical kit, you go to the Wanmin restaurant and merely order from the outside. A good heaping of raw ingredients is added to your bag along with a cooking pot.
Second Life, the store nearby is perfect for some of the missing items like milk. The bag is timeless, so nothing ever rots or spoils. If you had something like this on Earth, you wouldn't have spent years going hungry.
You end up near Xigu Antiques and take out Beisht's scale from your bag. If you ever got low on money, then selling Beisht's scale could work. But using it as a bargaining chip or as a verification of being an oracle would be ideal.
"This scale is unlike I've ever seen. It's not only in perfect condition but it's overflowing with hydro energy. Inventors would pay around 5 million mora to power inventions using it. While jewelers like us would pay up to 2 million mora for it. Are you interested in selling it?"
You give a polite refusal before being extra careful in storing the scale. The last thing you want is its price tag going down. Only one thing left on the checklist of items you wanted to buy.
As you ran around looking for that particular shop, you slowed down near the toy seller. Granny Shan smiled at you with wrinkles crinkling as you admired the kites and toys on the bench.
"Hello young one, interested in any of the toys? The ready-made toys are all child sized but I'm open to commissions for specific toys as well."
There wasn't any point in buying anything. The money could be better spent on living expenses rather than kites or fireworks. With a well-mannered smile you're about to decline until you spot a toy design on a piece of paper.
The air in your lungs struggle to leave you as your hands gently pick up the paper to see it closer. A grey cat plushie design with black and white patches graces your eyes. Your lips are dry, and your throat feels tight.
"This design... Can I get the first finished product?"
"I would be happy to. This kind of toy must bring back some childhood memories, right?"
Granny Shan is oblivious to your inner turmoil as she writes down your name and takes the appropriate mora from you. "It'll be done in around two days. Feel free to pick up that day or the day after."
Thankfully it wasn't that expensive, and you leave the stall trying to regain your bearings. The reminder of your beloved Ashtray was sudden but bittersweet. You had a similar plushie in Earth that comforted you, maybe having one here would help you too.
After walking in a daze, you find yourself in front of a shop that was hidden away. It wasn't in the game but maybe that's because it would have been useless to note. Entering the shop, the sight of wind gliders sends you some excitement and nervousness.
Wind gliders of different designs and colors are hung around the shop as protective gear is stationed around on tables. The metallic of the middle structure of it are cold to the touch. A contradictory to the soft cotton hiding the bendable mechanics of the wings.
You're quickly attended to by an employee as they explain the functions and unique color schemes behind each glider. Some designs have monochrome colors to let the buyer color it themselves while others are bejeweled to hell and back.
The one you end up buying is a mild colored glider that suited your color scheme with gold and black mechanical parts. Hopefully you won't regret skipping on the protective gear, Teyvat would protect you from hurting yourself... right?
Who are you kidding? You didn't have a clue on how to use it. Gliding in the game and gliding in real life were two different things. Although they explained the basic of attaching it to the back of your clothes and how it'll automatically deploy at certain velocity. That didn't fix the fact that you don't have a license to use it or any actual knowledge.
There's a bookstore in Liyue right? You already needed to buy some books on camping and the in-depth flora so you can pick up a more detailed gliding instruction manual too.
Feeling a bit lost you climb the red staircases vaguely remembering that the bookstore should be above ground floor. What you end up coming across first is the Heyu Tea House where Yun Jin usually performs.
It's a lot bigger than it was shown in game. This one actually looks like it can hold her performance. A border is set around the stage as a paper is stuck to it. Getting closer you run your fingers over the words.
'Yun Jin performing in less than two hours! The final act to the opera: The Lonely Chameleon!'
Great, now you know exactly where not to be in two hours. You would undoubtably miss whatever story she would be telling as it's the last act. Why be there and potentially draw attention and embarrassment to yourself?
Continuing your journey, you end up being forced to walk past the Northland Back. Vlad, the daytime guard that you were cheering on to end up with Nadia, the night guard was a lot more intimidating in person.
You walk past quickly as the memories of meeting Childe, learning the truth of Zhongli and stealing the chest inside the bank enter your mind. It was years ago that you did that quest, but it felt nostalgic with you walking past it like this.
Confusion is clear on your face as you look across the staircase and see the bookstore much farther than you thought. Slapping your hand lightly on your face you audibly groan at the realization.
You climbed the wrong staircase.
After backtracking, getting a little more lost and finally climbing what you think is the right staircase you are greeted by the bookshelves. A sigh of relief leaves you as your fingers trail against the spines of the books to read the titles.
Most of these you already have in the game screen and can access anytime. An in-depth gliding book, natural Liyue flora book, and a camping book are all paid for with your mora pouch that is much lighter than when you first arrived at Liyue.
Unfortunately, you had to give up on finding a book on tracking and hunting. Seems someone had already bought the last copy.
Slowly you walk back to the area where the bridge connected to the Harbor. The sun was close to setting with the orange hue embracing the sky. Most people are already home with only a few children and the usual dogs hanging out on the bridge. Passing by the alchemy table and pond your tired thoughts begin to wander.
To think alchemy was a real thing in this world. In some ways Teyvat surpassed Earth's technology using it while they were also limited due to it. You could probably make a lot of money by inventing the most useful tools you saw on Earth. Like the creation of a bicycle or at least a tricycle was revolutionary during this era.
"I'm happy to walk ya back Yun Jin but I really can't stay."
"I understand Xinyan so thank you for escorting me back to the Heyu Tea House."
You freeze at the foot of the bridge as the faint figures of Xinyan and Yun Jin walk from the other side of the bridge. Yun Jin must have gone to watch Xinyan's performance but wasn't hers supposed to start in less than an hour?
A loud bang catches your attention as the sound of electro crystalizing is heard from the city on your left. Two geovishap hatchlings speed out of somewhere from the city as Keqing chases them. The hatchlings circle around Keqing as she continuesly dodges their attacks.
"Everyone be careful! Please keep a clear distance from this area for your own safety!"
Watching in surprise you stand at the foot of the bridge as the kids and dogs get closer to you. Seems Beidou wasn't kidding when she said that the monsters and Ley lines were acting strange. The game has had monsters get close to the cities but never inside it.
As Keqing continues to block and attack the hatchlings, Xinyan and Yun Jin get to the halfway point of the bridge. Heavy footsteps of multiple guards can be heard from the direction Keqing came from.
The geovishap hatchlings startle at the vibrations and curl back into balls moving in a fast pace toward the bridge. The same bridge that you were in front of!
Urgently you're about to move out the way when the children hold onto your clothes in fear. Combine that with the two dogs blocking your feet, moving out of the way was impossible.
Did you have enough time to get your sickle out of your bag? Was there anything else you can use?! The hatchlings speed up as Keqing notices your predicament and rushes over. You can already tell that even if she used her skill, she wouldn't make it in time.
Trembling the kids close their eyes and bury their heads into your clothing. The dogs bark and growl at the approaching hatchlings. Gritting your teeth, you close your eyes and hold your arms out in some form of defense.
The rough rocks of the hatchling scrape your hand and you swing your arm to the side from the pain. The hatchling makes a pitiful whimper as it's pushed back by the sickle appearing in your hands.
In surprise you examine the sickle in your hands. Did you really get the ability to sheathe and unsheathe your weapon without manually holding it? It's quite late seeing as you could have used this during Beisht's battle but better late than never.
Did the creatures really not recognize you as the creator?
Your blood from the scrape drips down your hand and hits the ground. You could tell that something changed within the geovishap hatchlings... The one that scratched your hand started to spin around in circles for seemingly no reason.
The second hatchling lunged at the first one with teeth and claws barred out. It pins the first one to the ground and brutally stabs it as it bites chunks of rock out of its skin.
Everyone around stops at the scene and watches it in horrific disbelief. The blood splatters all over the floor and the smell of copper invades your nose. The bloody barely moving corpse of the hatchling starts to weakly crawl to you.
The kids shriek and the dogs whine as the chipped bloody geo claw reaches toward you. Unlike how threatening it felt earlier, the sight of it trying so desperately to reach you had grief swelling up inside.
The second hatchling with bloody rocks and crimson flowing out of its jaw follows it as it's club like tail raises. The tail is slammed down onto the it's victim with no remorse repeatedly. As the rocky exterior is beaten away blood flies off the body.
Your body takes the brunt of the splashing blood as you cannot stop staring at the corpse. By the time the tail is lifted off the body, all that's left is a bloody pulp of rock, scales and flesh.
Everything is silent for a moment as the sole Geo hatchling looks up at you. It seems happy? Maybe even proud of what it did. It rips off the gold horn from the corpse and places it at your feet.
You stare down at the item as you shakily pick it up. It's still warm. Whether from the blood or the newly deceased creature, you aren't sure.
The background seems to blur as you stare at it. The children running to their parents, Keqing yelling out orders, Yun Jin and Xinyan trying to get past without attracting the attention of the hatchling. All of it fades away.
What caused this situation to happen? They didn't recognize you until your blood dribbled out. Teyvat was calling strong creatures to protect you so maybe the weaker ones hadn't got the message yet? Should you be mad at the hatchling that stands at your feet looking at you with adoration?
If a person did this, you would be appalled. But nature was never kind and Teyvat had its own laws. Even if you did kill the geo hatchling for murdering its brethren, it wouldn't stop anything. They aren't like humans who can understand your words and worries. Besides the hatchling didn't do it in your name like the acolytes' sacrificial events, it did it to protect you...
You snap back into attention as Keqing teleports using her skill above the hatchling. It curls up and rolls around you to escape using the bridge. The faint trail of blood in its wake is only mildly off-putting compared to earlier.
In its hurry it slams into Yun Jin's chest. Her clothing is smeared with blood, and it rips from the rocky scales. She stumbles back with a pained cry as Xinyan growls and summons her weapon.
"Get away from her!" Xinyan barely misses the hatchling as it digs under the ground and reappears behind them. Xinyan is about to give chase, but you grab her arm in a haste.
"Just leave it be, there's more important things to worry about! Yun Jin's show is starting in less than an hour."
Yun Jin stands up from the ground and the damage had already been done. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smudged, and her clothes were torn with a blood smear.
"Oh no, oh dear. I was supposed to perform in these clothes, I had no costume prepared. If I go back now, they'll be so caught up in fixing me that the show will be ruined."
Yun Jin's despair quickly captures Xinyan's attention, and you glance at the geovishap hatchling that flees the area. Some of the Millelith guards are about to give chase but Keqing stops them.
"I think we still have a chance to fix things." Your voice has a glimmer of hope as you take in Yun Jin's appearance. "I don't know how to do your hair, but I have experience in makeup and clothing. If we all work together, we could get it fixed up in time."
"Is that really a possibility?"
"Don't give up hope Yun Jin! Y/N is right, if we go somewhere and fix it up, you might make it! You know I can help with all that stuff too."
Yun Jin smiles feeling a bit better with Xinyan and your reassurance. Before you can start looking around for somewhere to work on it Keqing walks up to your group.
"Hello, I wanted to come over to amend the situation that I could have prevented if not for my own lack of skills. Situations like these may not be under the Yuheng's responsibility but as a member of the Liyue Qixing who was here, I should have been able to stop the geovishap hatchlings.
As much as I would like to properly introduce myself, it's best that I cut to the chase. Yun Jin, you are performing soon, and your friends want to help you fix it correct? I'll pay a room for you in the Yanshang Teahouse and have someone bring over any material you might need."
This was a real lucky break, but Keqing keeps glancing at you, as if she knows or wants something. Everyone saw how the hatchling presented the horn to you, hopefully she's not suspecting you to be behind the Geo hatchlings attack.
Xinyan and Yun Jin are quick to agree as you all hurry to the teahouse. The hostess that you remember being really bitchy before Yelan took over was pleasant at the sight of the very popular vision holders. You ignore the side-eye she gives you as you all pile into a room.
Xinyan is creating a list of necassary materials to remedy Yun Jin's situation with Keqing as you clear the table of all the decorations. The whole next 10 minutes is a blur. The only thing you focus on is cleaning the blood from her outfit and repairing the holes as Yun Jin sits in front of a mirror in some spare clothes. Xinyan is focused on redoing the hairstyle.
Keqing only stopped to drop off the supplies before leaving for work. She didn't ask you anything but the way she stared at you whenever she thought you weren't looking says otherwise. Knowing your luck, Ningguang will have heard of this too. And being in the teahouse that Yelan owns? Yeah, you're screwed.
Deciding to push it to the back of your mind, you focus on the dress in your hands that's almost done being repaired. You were no professional sewer, you just had so much practice in sewing your clothes that this came easily to you. Same with your make-up skills, your job on Earth required you to constantly change faces. So, your make-up skills were more in the contouring section. Always used to obscure your features rather than enhance them.
The dress looks brand-new as you examine it closely for any signs of imperfection. Satisfied at your job you stand up and go over to the duo. They've been chatting about how the Heyu Tea House owner would react to Yun Jin arriving so close to the beginning of the opera.
"Sorry to interrupt but I finished fixing your dress. Do you want me to help you with your make-up or are you all good?"
Yun Jin jumps at your appearance and nearly drops the brush she was using.
"Thank you so much!... Y/N? I'm so sorry I never even got to properly introduce myself to you and you were still kind enough to help me. Is there any way I can repay you for all you've done for me?"
You smile gently at the formal woman as she stresses out over her lack of manners. What a perfect opportunity served on a silver platter.
"Please don't worry about that. You're a friend of Xinyan's right? I came on the Alcor with Xinyan, and I was more than happy to help. The situation earlier left everyone quite frazzled. I really don't need anything as repayment. I just hope you can make it to your show in time."
Yun Jin only looks more regretful at your generous wish. Xinyan finishes her hair and scoots back as she grabs the hat. She takes the sewing needle you were using earlier and begins to repair the hanging tassels.
"Don't feel bad Yun Jin, Y/N is a good person! I never got to tell you in detail how the trip with the Crux went this time but after your show I can tell you all about it. Ya know that oracle I mentioned before? Y/N is that oracle!"
Careful not to mess up her hair, you begin applying the red eyeshadow as Yun Jin puts on the light red tinted lipstick. "Is that really true? I'm not doubting you, it's just incredible to hear."
"Yes, to put it simply I tend to resemble the creator due to the powers I'm granted. One of the major ones is how I can connect with the creatures of this world." Your downcast eyes make Yun Jin send you a worried look.
"Is something wrong Y/N?"
"It's just that I think the geovishap hatchling may have sensed the creator's presence on me and instead of attacking me like they do to the awakened acolytes, it reacted weirdly. I think the Yuheng may be under the belief that I did something to make them react like that."
You finish applying it and lean away from Yun Jin. The girls share a look with each other and begin reassuring you that there's no way you would get in trouble. It's when you hear a particular sentence from Yun Jin that your pursed lips curl into a grateful smile.
"I have a performance that requires me to speak with Keqing tomorrow, I can explain your oracle status and clear up any misunderstandings that may have arisen."
"I would be so thankful for that Yun Jin! You would really be my hero."
Calling her a hero makes her pale cheeks heat up a little as she stands up.
"Think nothing of it Y/N. Now I believe everything is repaired and ready. I'll change and meet you outside as soon as I possibly can."
Smiling happily, you wave with Xinyan and leave to the entrance of the Teahouse. Xinyan pats you on the back with an ecstatic smile.
"We might be able to arrive on time, we really couldn't have done it without you Y/N. If you have time, would ya like to watch her show with me? The final act usually has a quick recap and the story in this one is pretty simple."
Xinyan looks at you with expectant eyes as you remember her telling Yun Jin that she wouldn't be able to attend. What made her change her mind?
"That sounds like fun! I've never seen an opera before, would I need to buy tickets?"
"Don't worry about that! Yun Jin always has private tickets for anyone she wants to personally invite. I don't usually go since I've never been too fond of opera, but I want to support Yun Jin. It would be a lot more fun with you."
Yun Jin comes out at that exact moment looking nearly identical to her pre-attacked appearance. Xinyan keeps her fingers to her lips signaling to keep your agreement a secret. You nod back to her; it was nice seeing them get along so well.
Getting there at the last second, the troupe calls her over in a hurry. Yun Jin can only briefly wave goodbye before disappearing behind the topaz curtain.
The Heyu Tea House was packed to say the least. Fighting through the people, you and Xinyan managed to find a seat close enough that Yun Jin would notice you both immediately.
Eyes stare at your table or rather at Xinyan. You had only gotten this seat because they moved away in fear without either of you doing anything. Not that you were complaining, if they wanted to be chicken then that's on them.
If only they stopped glaring at Xinyan for simply existing. Now doesn't that bring up memories of your own childhood. No one really liked being saddled with the orphan kid.
Xinyan doesn't even react and only smiles when the curtain pulls away to reveal a few backup dancers and Yun Jin posing. Her voice rings out in Chinese as they start dancing and performing in harmony.
You don't miss how her eyes light up at the sight of you and Xinyan watching from the table. A separate narrator begins to recap the previous acts.
"A chameleon with no one and nothing left. What a pitiful existence. Yet it strives for some meaning or person to live for, it works tirelessly each day. Changing its colors, it's position and its soul for that singular purpose. Taken advantage by each animal requesting a color. At long last it's used every color and been rejected by each one. So now it's left to wonder; what color was its true color?"
Each animal that had taken advantage of the chameleon appears in costume around Yun Jin. The lanterns dim as the moon starts to rise setting a perfect backdrop.
The singing slows down as Yun Jin speaks mournfully.
"Not a single color keeps them with me. No matter how hard I try to blend in, to be accepted it is but a lost cause. Should I find my original color and live all alone? Or should I give one last ditch effort?"
Colored lights and decorations spin around Yun Jin at her last line. When it's pulled away her hat had changed to a multicolored fan of hairpins. A long robe covered her dress with flags in each color stood proud fanning out from behind her.
Her singing is high-pitched and melancholic. All the other animal performers crowd around her as she sings. After each verse she belts out and poses, they briefly stop and bow to her.
You couldn't understand what was being said but judging by their actions, it seemed the animals finally accepted the chameleon due to the rainbow of colors.
A last long note as the animals pose in various positions around her until only the moon shines down on Yun Jin. She looks up at the moon as she starts her speech with an empty voice that rises with emotion.
"I am loved, adored, and nearly worshipped so why am I as lonely as before? If the only difference between the me before and the me now is the color, I display then is my color the only reason they love me? Is this the life I want? Is this the love I desire!?"
The drums beat and the music rings louder. The animal performers move away in a fast pace as Yun Jin tears off each flag. The animals scramble to pick each colored flag and hold it out to Yun Jin but she ignores them. Instead, she grabs the hairpin on her head and tears it off.
The animals run around her in a dance as longer flags that cover the sight of her fly around. When she's revealed she's back in her normal clothes and a single dagger lies in her grasp.
"If that is the only way I will ever be loved then this life of mine is as useless as my colors."
With a single motion the dagger is 'stabbed' into her heart, and she falls backwards with the animal performers catching her. They gently set her 'dead' body on the ground and mourn her. The curtains close and the audience erupts into cheers.
You clap and smile as the curtains open and the performers bow with Yun Jin in the front. For reasons unknown to you, the play had shaken your heart like an earthquake to a fragile little house.
Xinyan excitedly congratulates Yun Jin as you compliment her as well. Cotten in your ears make what they're saying muffled. Smiling you say your goodbyes and leave them. The ghost of Xinyan's hand reaching for your shoulder is ignored.
Instead you focus on what matters, your identity and living situation. Yun Jin already agreed to clear up the situation with Keqing, the horn given to you was safely in your bag, your job with the Guild was confirmed, and you avoided any high-profile acolytes that you're wary of.
Hopefully Yelan will never investigate you seeing as you stayed at the Yansheng Teahouse.
Out of curiosity you check the price of a week at a small motel. You promptly leave after they tell you it would cost 210,000 mora for a single week. If you paid that, you'd be fresh out of money by the end of the month. Things were expensive since it's Liyue but that was just too much.
You make your way to the bridge where the whole geovishap hatchling murder happened. Sleeping in the tent you bought is the much smarter and better financial decision... Even if it was the more dangerous one.
Not a single soul is around as you cross the bridge. The grass crunches under your shoes as the uneven stone makes your footsteps ring out in the night air. It turns into a dirt path and the city lights fade from how far you've gone.
Lighting the candle in your lantern you hold it out in front of you as you continue walking. The path splits and you stay on the right side due to the faint lanterns that are hung around that direction.
Cobblestone patio on the left and two huge identical stone statues on the right can be seen as you stand in the middle. The spot of dirt you choose to camp out on the patio gives you a perfect view of the statues. The mist flower and what you think is an adepti machine goes ignored.
It's been a quite a few years since you've ever had to put up a tent. But the survival skills come back to you quickly. With the tent set up and a small campfire going, you set a pot over it.
Swiftly you open the game screen and find the needed recipes for any simple food to make. The matsutake potatoes and meat are put into the pot and you turn your head to grab a plate. You aren't surprised to see it already done when you turn back.
You gobble down most of the matsutake meat rolls and stop when the bushes on your left begin to shake. Freezing mid-bite, you stare at the bush intently. When something begins to tumble out of it you jump to your feet and summon your sickle.
An unfortunately familiar bronze creature unravels itself from its ball and stares at you innocently. That damn geovishap hatchling has appeared again.
Sighing you flop back onto the ground with no fear. It may not have crimson liquid staining its body, but the smell of copper was still strong. There was no way it's not the hatchling you met in the city.
It creeps closer to you with every passing second. You can see the marks from Keqing's sword and electro cover its bedrock body. Taking pity on the poor hatchling, it's still a baby after all, you pat the spot beside you.
With a happy growl it sits next to you, and you give it the last of the meat rolls. Happy noises escape it as it carefully takes the food from your hands and eats it. That seems to have completely softened the reptile as it snuggles into your side.
Despite what it did earlier, your heart melts like wax under the sun, and you pet its head. You scold it in a faint voice.
"You shouldn't go into the city, it's dangerous. Now that your friend is gone, it'll be easier for you to get hurt. Stay close with your family so that you don't get hurt."
It's eyes close and it whimpers. It may not understand your words, but the main message seemed to have resonated with it. Your hand brushes against one of its injuries and it flinches.
Should you use some of the ointment from your medical kit to help it? With purpose you drag your finger lightly over its cuts and scraped areas. The wounds begin to glow gold and you close your eyes from the brightness.
Once it dims you open them to see the injuries healed.
Being the creator is one thing, but being the equivalent of a Statue of the Seven to the creatures is another. You're basically capable of healing everything but yourself!
The brief annoyance fades into fondness as the hatchlings springs up and rolls around in happiness. A sudden wave of exhaustion hits you making you groan and struggle to stand up.
You put out the fire and crawl into the tent, the bed is welcomed after such an exhausting day. The rough ground beneath the thin bedding and cold air nipping your skin brings back memories of the years you spent sleeping in alleyways and parks.
Maybe comparing yourself to a Statue of a Seven was more accurate than you thought. As the creator you shouldn't be this exhausted after healing minor wounds. So, it would make sense that you would need to practice or gain more power through touching the Statues of the Seven in order to heal more without getting exhausted.
Your train of thoughts slow down as sleep overtakes you. The faint thudding of the hatchling outside makes you feel somewhat safe. Is this life something you'll truly get used to? Or will you end up giving up like the chameleon?
And it's done! Now that Y/N has some freedom, I can start implemeting certain game ascepts. And if I don't enter specific ones then I probably forgot so feel free to comment any that you would want to see! This chapter was supposed to be just a nice day of touring Liyue and the geovishap hatchling was supposed to be annoying/cute and progress the plot. But damn did it get darker. I do want to say that Kazuha's last line wasn't him removing himself from his obsession. Kazuha is a very self-reflective character and all that he's gone through has added to that. I originally was going to have the opera nameless and just a quick description less show, but I had fun writing one that would fit with the plot. Welp time to finish 100% the Summer event! Taglist: @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl, @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @sielt, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @conspicuous-mayonnaise, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @sielt, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zeniths, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx, @undecidingfate, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @fluffy-koalala, @mer0n37, @victoria1676, @mochinessss, @sinnful-darling
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Twilight- Book Four-Mortality: Chapter One- Day Before
(Alice X reader X Jasper)
[One] [Two]
Bella and Edward are getting married, the invitation lying in my hand as I talk to Jasper and Alice.
Something Alice made herself. "Why are you giving this to me?" I tilt my head to the side in confusion. I only ask due to the fact that I have been shopping with my girlfriend for this wedding since we were told about it.
"It's just to say that you have it. Keepsake." She smiles, kissing my cheek before walking away. Leaving Jasper and I in the living room alone.
"You excited for the wedding?" He suddenly speaks up, lifting my thoughts away from the paper. "Mm, I don't like what comes after but what can I do about that?" I shrug my shoulders, the room goes back to being quiet and he lifts his arms. Inviting me into them.
Without a second thought I let him embrace me. He knows how I feel about Bella becoming a vampire. I'm not the biggest fan of it. I wish we could've grown old together, have our little families. Our kids be cousins.
But both of us succumbed to a fate we should've never experienced or had to endure. Even if she technically has the choice, she truly doesn't. The Volturi would stop at nothing to kill her if they had it their way.
"You have to break them in." Alice tells Bella who just stumbled a little in her heels."I've been breaking them in. For three days. Can I just go barefoot?" My sister questions, I smirk knowing what the response will be. "No, absolutely not."
"Just thinking it's a little much, you know? the dress and the shoes and all of this." She gestures ahead of us. Jasper and Carlisle carrying benches for the bride and grooms sides.
"No, it's exactly enough. Tomorrow will be perfect." Alice grins cheerfully. Emmett then comes into view. "Where do you want them, boss?" He asks, carrying a long tree trunk. "On either side of the aisle."
Rosalie then walks past with another tree stump. "What aisle?" She seems a little annoyed. "Does no one have vision?" My girlfriend exasperates loudly, throwing her arms in the air, heading over to them to explain where she wants everything.
I watch Bella take her heels off then put her converse on.
"Sorry you have to deal with her." I rub my sister's shoulder but I can't hide the very clear smirk on my face. For once I'm not getting dressed in ridiculous clothing. Due to this wedding it's only things about the decorations or stuff for other people. Not me.
I love Alice, I love every quirk she has. I love them more when they have nothing to do with me and they're focused on others. "It's only for a few more days then it's all back to you." She gives me a knowing look and I let out a short laugh.
"True."
Alice comes back over to us, putting my arm around her waist. "You, go home and get lots of beauty sleep. Your sister will take you home. That's an order." She points to both of us. "Okay."
The two hug and Bella walks away. Alice picks her heels up.
"Please make sure she gets good sleep tonight." She suddenly turns to me with the heels in her hands. "Yes ma'am." I nod my head, giving a tiny salute.
"I love you." She kisses my lips. "I love you too. I pull her in my arms, pressing her into another kiss. "You gotta go." She pushes me back with a smile.
"Ugh but I'll miss you so much." I whine, trying to kiss her again but she laughs, keeping a hand out, the other still holding the shoes. "I'll miss you too but you have to go." She tells me, I pout but listen to her.
"I'm gonna go say goodbye to the other love of my life." I walk off, hurrying over to Jasper.
Jasper's setting some of the flowers up, unaware I'm there. I quietly get ready to pounce on him. Squinting my eyes on how I'm going to do it. I glance around. The only person around is Rosalie. We make eye contact and I put a finger to my lips, motioning for her to stay quiet. At first she nods but then I see a glint in her eyes but it's too late I was already going forward.
"Jasper!" She shouts, earning his attention, he finally realizes I'm there. Ruining the element of surprise. I jump right into his arms and he catches me.
"Rosalie! I can't believe you." I act shocked. Once I saw her I knew she was going to do that. She's done it before.
"Anyway, I have to go before our girl yells at me once again. Just wanted to say I love you before I left." He was still holding onto me. My legs wrapped around his torso. "Well I love you too." He gives me a kiss.
"Yeah, yeah." I drop down, kissing him one last time then heading to Bella's truck.
I don't know why Alice said I was taking her home when Bella was going to be the one who drove us.
"Sleepover tonight?" Bella asks as we entered the house. "Um, hell yeah." I grin, "Let me get dressed and I'll bring snacks up." I tell her, both of us going separate ways to our rooms.
After getting dressed I go to leave my room but I hear noise outside and I immediately know who it is. Edward is seeing Bella before the wedding. Against Alice's repeated threats for him not to do that.
I look out of my window to see Emmett and Jasper. Emmett points to me, then points to Jasper and makes kissy faces. I roll my eyes with a smile.
I head out of my room and upstairs but I stop myself when I hear their conversation. I attempt to block it out of my head. Trying to focus on a different sound in the house. I lean against the wall and then I remember I have to get the snacks so I walk downstairs. Charlie seemed to already have gone to bed.
I get a bunch of snacks together, most of Bella's favorites then a few of my weird ones that I enjoy after turning into a Hybrid.
After putting them into a grocery bag I hear a whistle from outside. "What is that?" I hear Bella ask. "Come on! Let's go!" Emmett shouts from outside. "I'm late for my bachelor party." Edward responds. I hear a thud. "Send him out, Bella, or we're coming in after him." Emmett tells my sister.
I smile to myself, lifting the bag and walking back upstairs. Loudly crinkling the bag, entering her bedroom. "So, this party. Will there be strippers?" My sister asks, both of them acknowledging me but in the same not.
"No, just a couple of mountain lions. Maybe a few bears." Edward chuckles. A thump comes from the window and Jasper is there. "Don't worry, Bella, we'll give him back in plenty of time." He then winks over to me, jumping back down. Emmett and him playfully shoving one another.
"Okay, go before they break my house."
"Let's go! Let's go!" Emmett shouts. "I'll meet you at the altar." Edward says, heading to the window. "I'll be the one in white." My sister awkwardly tells him. "That was very convincing."
She laughs as he jumps out of the window. The both of us go over and watch the three guys mess with each other.
Once they're gone, I shake the bag. Getting her attention. "What movie we watching tonight?" I ask, both of us heading over to her bed and she gets her laptop out. I let her choose the movie and I try to focus on it.
Only hearing her heartbeat instead. Listening to the calmness. I glance over to her practically already asleep. Her breathing was slowed, heavy. I think about how this is one of her last moments as a human.
My chest tightens at the thought of her having to go through the pain I did when I turned into a Vampire.
I then feel her hand find its way to my arm. Mumbles exiting her mouth, obviously distressed. I look over to her clock and it's already been three hours.
I look at the laptop and the credits of the movie had already passed, its back to the loading screen. I didn't even notice the time go by.
She makes another noise and I play with her hair, trying to do what our mother used to do for us when we were little.
"What did I say about beauty sleep?" Alice questions Bella who grimaces. "Sorry, bad dream. It was wedding jitters." She apologizes, I think about last night and how many times she woke up.
Rosalie walks into the room, looking gorgeous. "Do you need some help? I could do her hair." She turns to my girlfriend who goes to speak but Bella interjects. "Really?"
"Please. I'm not offended by your choice of groom." She plays with Bella's hair. "Just my blatant lack of respect for mortality." Bella says.
"Essentially." Rosalie gently smiles. "Weddings. They bring everyone together." Alice dreamily sighs, leaning into my body. The three of us were dressed in purple dresses. Well I was in a dress suit. It was a similar color to Alice's.
We then hear Renee and Charlie speaking outside of the room. "[Name]? Bella?" Our mom calls out. "In here, mom." We yell together.
Renee enters first. "Oh, my gosh! You're so beautiful. Oh, honey." She begins to tear up. "Crap! My mascara." I let out a little laugh, going over to her and giving her a handkerchief. She leans into my side hug. "Thanks, sweetie. Charlie, get in here." She shouts over to the door.
"You sure? I don't wanna..." He walks into the room wearing a tux. All of us shocked by his clean get up. "I know. I look hot." We all laugh.
"We thought you needed something blue." Charlie then opens a gift box containing a hair comb that has blue jewels on it. "And something old. Besides your mother." He jokes, my mom shaking her head. "Nice."
"It was Grandma Swan's." Charlie informs her. Bella picks it up. "But we added the sapphires." Renee points to it. "It's beautiful, you guys. Wow. Thank you so much." Bella hands it over to Alice.
"It's your first family heirloom. Well it could be yours and [Name]s. Pass on to her then to your guy's daughters then onto their daughters." Renee begins to cry again. My body tenses up and I glance over to Alice who gives me a sympathetic smile.
"Mom, I love it." Bella goes to hug our parents but my girlfriend stops her.
"Nope, no smudging my masterpiece." She orders. I snort, Renee gently slapping me. "She's right."
"Okay. Time for the dress! Do you want to see it?" She asks Renee. "I want to see it!"
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Soulâs Desire [Ch. 13]
- Masterlist -
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Sitting at a bench late at night (or technically, early in the morning) surrounded by nothing but nature would usually be calming for you. Still, the realization that youâre meeting the last of your soulmates kept you from being calm.
You tried humming to yourself for a little bit, but that didnât help too much. You were about to pull out your phone and scroll through tik tok until you felt a hand on your shoulder
âWHAT THE FUCKâ You screamed, startling the people behind you. You quickly realize itâs I.N. and Seungmin, as they grab your hands and pull you away from the equally startled and curious people around.
âWe didnât mean to scare you,â I.N said, sounding like he was holding in a laugh
âI didnât mean to screamâ You retorted sheepishly
Once you guys were in a relatively empty area, the boys let go of your hands and stood in front of you. Even though it was dark outside, you could still see I.N.âs large smile and Seungminâs sparkling eyes.
You bow to them, introducing yourself politely.
âHan said you might bow but I didnât believe him,â Seungmin remarked, âYou donât have to be politeâ
âI wanna make a good first impressionâ
âYou already did, donât tell me you forgot about us scaring the shit out of you alreadyâ He laughs
You laugh too, but secretly youâre embarrassed. You asked your members how to suppress your symbol, so thankfully none of your soulmates could feel your emotions through the bond.
âWell, letâs not stand here, you never know when dispatch is aroundâ I.N. sighs. Youâre almost sure itâs a joke, but that simple sentence sent your mind spiraling.
The three of you walk slowly down a pathway, you telling them about yourself and them doing the same.
âWeâll debut soon. Iâm nervousâ You say once you guys start talking about your careers
âI was nervous when we debuted too, and honestly that nervousness will stay for a while, but you gotta use that as fuel to do your bestâ I.N explains, âIâve seen you guys perform, Iâve listened to your pre-debut song, you all are talentedâ
Seungmin nods, âI agree. Iâm usually very picky when it comes to singers, but your voice is some of the best I've ever heard. Itâs just so naturalâ
Your cheeks heat up at the compliments
âCanât believe two of the best singers in the industry are complimenting my voiceâ
They didnât want to show it, but they were very flattered.
You three walked for about 20 minutes, alternating between short, comfortable silences and random Q&As.
You were happy. The meeting with 3racha went well, the one with danceracha went well, and this one with vocalracha was going-
âWhat the hell?â You muttered, feeling something mushy under your foot.
âWhatâs wrong y/n?â I.N. questions
Youâre looking down, so they do as well.
âIs that mud?â Seungmin asks
You stay silent because you know what it is. Seungmin takes his phone out and turns on his flashlight, shining it on your foot.
âOh, thatâsâŠâ He started, wincing a little.
You took a deep breath in, excusing yourself to walk towards the grass to hopefully get the majority of the dog shit off your shoe.
The boys followed you but kept a reasonable distance. You stopped at a tree near the water and started wiping your shoe against the damp grass.
The boys watched in mostly silence, occasionally offering you their shoes or suggesting they take turns carrying you.
You giggled at their requests, rejecting their offers but letting them know you appreciated it.
After two straight minutes of wiping your shoe, your leg got tired so you gave up. You were about to walk back to the boys but you somehow lost your footing and slipped.
You were on a small slope, so you fell and rolled down into the water.
I.N. and Seungmin were hot on your tails, quickly getting you out of the lake.
âY/n are you alright?â You hear Seungmin ask
You nod and allow them to guide you back towards the sidewalk. You had a noticeable limp, and your knee hurt so bad.
You had a cross-body purse on, so the majority of your things were safe enough inside your bag, except your phone which had been in your back pocket.
You got it out and looked at it, seeing the shattered screen.
âI broke my phoneâ You whisper
âWeâll get it fixed, donât even worry about it,â one of your soulmates says, you canât tell which one because your ears start ringing.
Tears fill your eyes and you know the boys can feel your embarrassment and sadness because you neglected to keep suppressing the symbol.
You try to turn the phone on and surprisingly, the screen lights up. You can barely see the contents on the phone, but you can tell you have several missed calls and text messages.
Your chest starts to ache as you know exactly who would be calling you this many times this time of night, and she was going to scream and curse at you as soon as you got back to her.
The guys are still holding you by either arm, walking towards nowhere in particular until you stop and lightly shake them off.
âI need to go home,â You say quietly, your voice devastatingly sad.
âLet us call you a carâ I.N. suggests
âNo, Iâll walk,â You say, tears freefalling from your eyes now.
âY/n it's cold out here, youâre wet, and itâs late weâre not letting you walkâ
âPlease, I need to leaveâ You plead, utterly breaking your soulmates' hearts, âIâm sorry, I didnât mean for all of this to happenâ
Then you walk off and make your way all the way home. It wasnât too long of a walk, ten minutes at most.
Seungmin and I.N. followed you there from a distance. They werenât gonna let you walk alone no matter what, but they respected that you needed space.
Once they knew you were safely in the house, they called a car and made their way back to their homes.
Lucky for you, none of your members were in the living room when you walked in. You were able to go straight to the bathroom and strip out your wet clothes.
The silver lining in all of this was you were able to get the majority of dog shit off your shoe, so you didnât track any in the house.
Your hands shook as you turned on the shower, pathetic gasps and whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to sob quietly.
You thought about how Seungmin and I.N. canât like you now. Everything was fucking ruined, the whole night went wrong.
And your mom⊠she was probably fuming by now. If you donât answer her so she can tell you about her mundane tasks and cheer her on like she fixed Global Warming then she'll make sure you knew just how much she wished she never had you.
You can hear her hurtful words now, they fill your brain and give you sudden vertigo. You sat on the floor of the tub, pulling at your hair as your cries turned to yells.
Your members were in the bathroom in seconds, trying to console you, but you could only beg them to get away.
When you made it to bed, you stared at the ceiling, trying to stop crying until sleep came over you.
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Spicey Fatgum/Taishiro Toyomitsu fic ^°^)c god speed and I hope you have a good day!
Unvirgining Fatgum
A/n: Something very horny mixed in with feelings cause i love this character so much.
MDNI
W: Rookie Hero! Fatgum, Virgin! Fatgum, Gn! Reader, S/D themes, Hickeys, Biting, Cum Eating, Creampie, Snowballing
Taishiro prided himself in that he was a good person, maybe not the best, but he was a good person. He wasn't the top of his class nor was he anything impressive when it came to merchandising himself but he did know how to talk. He was friendly and he made sure to always put on his best smile for the public. It was useful to him, being nice meant people trusted him but it also brought on doubts about his ability to be a hero. He was still fresh faced and at 20 it meant that he was nothing but a Rookie when it came to heroics. He was still discovering everything he could do when it came to quirk too so he was truly a novice when it came to all of this.
He wished he could be higher up the ranks since it came with more opportunity and money, he was getting tired of eating microwaved meals and ramen. So when he got the chance to work alongside a more popular Pro, he took it.
He met you outside the police station while you were talking to Tsukauchi. You were a few years older him, a hero he had watched rise to a greater rank while he was still in school. He liked your style, the way you carried yourself in public. You set boundaries easily with people and didn't entertain the press to much. You were also a victim of his attraction. He liked you a lot. He often found himself fantasizing about you while he was attempting to complete reports. He remembered the first time you had met, you had waved at him and told him he was cute after he had asked you a question that had him blushing.
When he had privacy in his apartment he also found himself thinking of you as he took care of himself with the use of his hand or a pocket pussy. Your body, your voice, everything about you was perfection. Your features suit you perfectly and he couldn't help himself. He wondered if you would be gentle with him, if you'd take care of him when you guys have sex for the first time.
Working with you drove him up the wall but him getting the chance to go out drinking with you made the feelings he felt worse. He was 2 drinks deep and he already wasn't acting like his usual self. He couldn't help but watch you and perve on you. His usual subtle glances were now obvious and sluggish. He's sure that at some point he ended up licking his lips when you bent over cause you dropped something. He couldn't stop himself from lusting over you and he felt a little gross cause you were technically his superior. You had more experience, you where a few years older, you were more mature about things like this.
He thinks that's why he happily agreed to go home with you. He paid both of your tabs and you drove him home just how you had driven him to the bar. The moment the two of you made it into your apartment, you were both on each other. You took off his clothes, his uniform, and made sure to get him on his back on your bed. His mask was taken off and thrown somewhere on the floor all while you stripped sitting on his lap. You kissed, touched him, left hickeys on his neck, and had him moaning into your mouth and into the room. You had him cumming into your palm, shaking like a leaf as he held onto you looking for an anchor.
Taishiro's body felt like jello and he was sure that whatever little fat he still had left in him had melted away. When you gave him a break, he laid on your bed taking in what just happened. He loved it. Loved all of it. Your mouth and teeth on his skin, the scent of you and him mixed in the air. He liked laying in your sheets, red-faced and sweaty as you cooed at him asking if he wanted a drink or if he wanted to do it again.
He wanted more, to taste you, to fuck you, to have you call his name. And he did. You were filled to the brim with him, his dick pounding into you as he babbled on about how you were everything he wanted. You were his first. He was happy you were his first. He mentioned wanting to be yours to have you be his.
"This position isn't enough." He flipped you over, your face into the mattress that was damp with sweat and cum and buried himself deeper. You couldn't stop yourself from going crossed-eyed and screaming his name out like a prayer. He couldn't stop himself from cumming again, and again, inside you. The more he trusted the more cum came out and coated his dick and your ass and legs. The more he fucked into you the more he lost himself in the feeling.
By the end, he begged you to let him eat you. He needed to taste you and him, wanted to see if he tasted better in you. He relished in the taste of your skin, your sex, your body, his seed and your own release. He drank from you and made it his mission to stuff you full with his tongue next.
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i think i'm in love w KryptonLives!Kara now đ
. . . I appreciated you saying that and then I got carried away, lol. đ
âAlright,â she repeats. âThen Iâll show you your room and get you fed, and weâll see if we canât get the tailor in this afternoon.âÂ
âThe . . . tailor?â Thirteen wrinkles his nose, looking puzzled. âWeâve got clothes.âÂ
âDo they all look like that?â Kara says, pointing at his current outfit instead of addressing just how empty both their bags look.Â
âYeah?â He looks still more puzzled.Â
âThen no, you donât have clothes,â she says. âYou canât go around dressed like that. Especially not you,â she adds, eyeing the crest on Matchâs chest. âWhose family crest is that and why did Kal leave it on you?âÂ
âItâs not a family crest,â Match says, clearly mystified by the assumption. âItâs branding.âÂ
â. . . âbrandingâ,â Kara echoes very, very slowly.Â
âWe, uh, came from different labs,â Thirteen says, touching the El crest on his chest self-consciously. âCadmus put, um, the S-shield on my suit, but the Agenda put their own logo on Matchâs.âÂ
âLogo?!â Kara demands in horror, because she cannot even approach the thing where Thirteen just called the El crest an âS-shieldâ, whatever weird nonsense that phrase means. Match just stares blankly at her in a way that distinctly reminds her of every subordinate sheâs ever had transfer in from under an abusive bastard of a commander.Â
Right. Okay. If she canât get a tailor in this afternoon, sheâs going to go steal clothes out of Kalâs own damn closet for these two. Thatâs just whatâs going to have to happen.Â
âYou canât wear that here,â she tells Match, forcing her voice to stay calm. âThe council will think we havenât accepted you into the House of El, if youâre wearing anotherâcrest.âÂ
âIâm always wearing it,â Match says, perfectly blank and perfectly neutral. âIt doesnât matter if itâs on my clothes or not.âÂ
â. . . what does that mean,â Kara asks with fresh dread, and then has to deal with a physiological teenager unfastening the back of his already-indecent clothing and pulling the top of his bodysuit down to expose his chest, which, thank fuck sheâs Warrior Guild or sheâd have to have a conniption about that.Â
Which she doesnât have time to do, because thereâs a tattoo on Matchâs chest, and thatâs a much more important conniption to be having right now.Â
A tattoo of the Rao-damned logo, to be specific.Â
âAethyrâs ass,â she says, staring at it in horror for a moment before she snaps out of it enough to cover her eyes. Theyâre âfamilyâ, yes, and Match is technically a child, but his body and mind are developed far past his chronological age and she just really doesnât want him getting the idea that itâs acceptable to go around taking his clothes off this easily either way. The clothes are bad enough as they are. âCover yourself, thatâs notâyou canât just take your clothes off like that!âÂ
âIt was just my chest,â Match says with an audible frown in his voice, though at least she hears fabric rustle, and hopefully that meansâyes, heâs fixing his bodysuit. Thank fuck.Â
âYour chest is not just,â Kara says, then vaguely remembers Kal mentioning something about how risquĂ© most of the Earthling fashion he saw was and tries not to grimace. Justâgods, this whole experience is going to involve so much culture shock, isnât it. âYour sex characteristics are inseminator-based, not carrier. You canât just show people your chest.âÂ
Match keeps staring blankly at her, the obvious desire to ask a question concealed in the back of his eyes, then just barely slants a look towards Thirteen, who glances back at him before frowning at her in confusion.Â
âUh,â he says, still frowning. âWhy not? He doesnât have tiâbreasts or anything. So whyâs it matter?âÂ
. . . Earth is very different from Krypton, Kara realizes.Â
âThe only reason you should ever bare your chest in front of anyone not a sexually-inclined lover or a physician whoâs directly examining you is if youâre feeding an infant,â she tells them. âWhich most of us donât even do, for the record, the birthing matrix generally means lactation isnât triggered in carriers. Only the extreme throwback communities actually do carry anymore.âÂ
â. . . what?â Thirteen says, clearly baffled. âLikeâyou just donât get pregnant? None of you?âÂ
âItâs not necessary, and itâs more difficult to genetically optimize children in-utero than in a birthing matrix,â Kara says. âMatch, justâdonât show anyone that tattoo. Or mention it to anyone. The crest issue is bad enough, but getting tattooed is just . . . not a thing we do in proper society.â
Admittedly, sheâs known a few Warrior Guild members who got something small, but it was never anything like a logo orâ
âI didnât âgetâ it,â Match says, frowning at her. âThe Agenda put it on me to identify me as their product.âÂ
. . . Kara wants to scream.Â
âEither way, donât mention it,â she says instead of doing that, because she is a grown goddamn woman and a general. âWellâyou can tell Kal, obviously, but no one else."
â. . . why is that âobviousâ?â Match says, and the fact he has to ask really does not make Kara feel good about this situation.Â
âHeâs your petitioner,â she says. âHe might need to know, especially if the council intends to have you two examined by physicians. Also, he wonât be an ass about it, unlike a lot of other people probably would.âÂ
She doesnât think anyone in their family would, at least as long as they knew Match didnât get tattooed willingly, but sheâs sure thereâs a goddamn nosy neighbor or bastard council member or local gossip whoâd take the excuse to.Â
âUh, so body mods are a no-go in general, then, or . . .â Thirteen trails off, tugging uncomfortably at his earring.Â
âThe earringâs a bit out there as a fashion statement, yes,â Kara says. Thirteen looks even more uncomfortable. She wonders why he even has it, considering. And only one, too? Not even a matching set?Â
âThe hole, uh, wonât close,â Thirteen says, tugging at it again and not quite looking at her. âThey pierced it when I was in early development, so . . .âÂ
âWhat?â Kara blinks at him in bemusement. What does he mean by âearly developmentâ? Not when he was an infant, right? Why wouldââWho did?"
âUh,â Thirteen says, staring at the floor. âWell, Match got tattooed, and I got . . . tagged.âÂ
. . . Kara wants to bomb so much more than just a lab right now, but if she gets any more enraged, a Red Lantern ring is going to come find her, and she just doesnât have the time for that right now. Justâno, she really doesnât.Â
âI see,â she says very, very calmly, then just . . . gestures towards the hall. âYour roomâs this way. I only have one guest suite, so youâre going to have to share, but I got a second bed put in yesterday and youâll have your own bath to share too. Itâs fully stocked, and Iâll show you how to run the cleaning systems and how the plumbing all works.âÂ
She canât imagine Kryptonian plumbing or cleaning systems being particularly similar to Earthling ones, so . . .Â
âUm, okay,â Thirteen says, shifting awkwardly. âUhâthanks. Maâam. Uh, whenâs lights out?âÂ
Kara is going to have a fucking time with these kids, isnât she. And not in a good way.Â
Lorraâs left tit. She is definitely, definitely throwing Kal off that building. And then sheâll take his new wife to tea while he recovers in the healing chambers, the little bastard, and show her every embarrassing childhood holo she can find.Â
âI have absolutely no idea how much sleep you need, so weâll be figuring that out together,â she replies frankly. âFor now, just donât leave the apartment without me. I donât want you getting lost and the council wonât like you wandering around unchaperoned yet either.âÂ
âYes, maâam,â they both say in stiff, discordant unison, both looking tense.Â
Kara . . . exhales, slowly, and then leads the way down the hall.Â
âMy suite and office are the whole top floor,â she says, pointing out doors as they go. âThe kitchen is through here, thatâs the guest bathroom, those are both storage, and thatâs the living room. You can go anywhere in the house except for my suite and office, and if you need me while Iâm in either of those, just chime.âÂ
ââChimeâ?â Thirteen wrinkles his nose.Â
âYes,â Kara says, then realizes he doesnât know what she means. âAhâyou know? Chime?âÂ
They both stare blankly at her. She sighs. Sheâs too damn old to chime, but . . .Â
âLike this,â she says, and then vibrates her secondary vocal chords to produce the sweet little sound. She hasnât chimed in . . . Rao, since before she left for the academy, probably. Still, theyâre still children, soâ
âWeâreâallowed?â Thirteen asks, his expression looking . . . strange. âTo do that?âÂ
âYes,â Kara says, thinking longingly of bombing Earthling Thinkersâ labs. What does he mean âallowedâ? âItâs chiming. Whoâd keep a kid from chiming?â
âItâs obnoxious,â Match says flatly, clearly repeating someone else's words. Kara stares at him. Once again, heâs found a way to say something even worse than the thing she already thought was the worst thing she was going to have to hear today. It's almost impressive, at this point.
âItâs how youâre going to get my attention,â she says. âSo youâd better get used to doing it, or youâll have to call me on my comm every time you need something from me.âÂ
âCanât we just . . . knock?â Thirteen says. Kara has absolutely no idea what that means. She canât think of a single child-call that sounds like hitting something.Â
âDepends,â she says, tilting her head. âWhatâs a knock call sound like?âÂ
âAâwhat?â Thirteen looks baffled. âNo, likeâitâs not a . . . âcallâ?âÂ
âItâs a knock,â Match says.Â
âLike, you know,â Thirteen says, and then reaches out and raps his knuckles against the wall. Kara gives him a blank look.Â
âHow would I even hear that?â she says. Chiming carries. That was just . . . hitting the wall. Not even hitting it hard.Â
âI meanâyou do it against the door,â Thirteen says, looking a little flustered. âLike, of the room someoneâs in.âÂ
So sheâd be encouraging teenagers to hit her doors on the regular. No, thatâs not happening.Â
âJust chime,â she repeats firmly, folding her arms, and Thirteen and Match share a look. Thirteen looks anxious. Match looks blank. Kara . . . doesnât even want to know how she looks, at this point.
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