#i hate that man with every fibre of my being and i can't wait for him to be miserable not having his child or knowing anything about them

[a-ikuoliver]

LIFE UPDATE FOR U MY LOVES

my partner handed in their 2 week notice to their fuckhead father

they got a permanent contract offer at a new job WITHOUT taking a pay decrease!

the job is 8 hours away lmao so we will be moving again

however!! we're moving in with my sister temporarily so we'll get to see our nephew and her teenagers more often!

[little-diable]

Hate Me - Jasper Hale (smut)

Gotta love the good ole' enemies to lovers moment. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Ever since Jasper had pushed her away all those years ago, she had hated him, set on avoiding him. But when their university task pushes them together once again, (y/n) can't escape the love she had always fostered for him.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, enemies to lovers, just pwp really

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.3k words)

“(Y/n)!” His voice echoed through the hallway, catching the attention of those standing close. She kept staring ahead, not giving into his call as her feet carried her closer towards the exit. Her frustration urged her on, making her walk even faster with her thoughts racing and her heart painfully clenching in her chest. 

“Wait, (y/n), c’mon!” With a huff ripping through her, (y/n) pushed open the old, wooden door to let the warm summer air engulf her, cozying her along–at least until she felt his cold hand on her wrist. She was forced to a halt, and yet her eyes didn’t find his golden ones, she wouldn’t give in, not to the man she detested with every fibre of her body. 

“We both will fail the class if we don’t do this together.” Jasper’s rasped words left her groaning in annoyance. Slowly, she turned towards him, staring up at the handsome man she had hated for years, chasing the ever growing distance between them. 

“As if you care about my grades. Fuck off, Jasper.” She tried to rip herself free, though without any luck. Jasper’s grasp only grew tighter, pulling her even closer into his muscular chest. Her pupils grew slightly wider at the smirk tugging on his lips, seeing right through the game he wanted to play with her. 

“I couldn’t care less about your grades, (y/n), but you won’t be the reason I’ll fail this class.” His cold touch felt like ice burning itself through her skin, leaving marks that won’t ever fade. Something inside of her grew excited at the thought of being marked by him, forever clinging to the man who had treated her like his enemy ever since that godforsaken day years ago. 

“I’ll be at your place at seven, it’s not like you’re busy tonight, is it?” She didn’t reply to his question, all she did was rip herself free–successfully this time–and leave with another angry huff. All while his loud laughter rang in her ears. 

……

Ever since that moment, (y/n) hadn’t been able to distract her, mind fully taken up by everything surrounding Jasper Hale. The man she had crossed paths with years ago. The man she had originally thought to be her friend, only to be pushed away the second they had grown somewhat closer. The man who clearly harboured more secrets than he let on–secrets she had sworn to uncover one day. Payback for the day where he had pushed her from him with spiteful, hurtful words she could still recite. 

The sound of Jasper softly knocking on her door ripped (y/n) out of her hazy thoughts, forced to let the man into her small apartment. They held eye contact for a second as he stepped into her comfort space, instantly forcing her heart to pick up its beat. 

“Let’s get this over and done with fast, please.” (Y/n)’s murmurs left Jasper chuckling as he plopped down on her couch. He kept quiet as he opened his laptop, typing away while she sat down on the opposite end, not wanting to sit close to the man her heart still ached for. 

Every now and then, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if they could have made it, found back together after he’d apologise for being such a fool. Deep down, she knew that he’d been scared of whatever he found himself being held back with. But whatever it was that had forced him from their growing relationship, she couldn’t help but curse it.

“Staring is impolite, (y/n).” Jasper didn’t look at her as he spoke, eyes focused on his notes–and yet he wore his signature smirk, dripping with confidence and arrogance. It took her more strength than she let on to keep quiet, to stay away from the trap he had laid out for her. 

“Which part will you focus on?” She thumbed through their book, knowing that they had to divide the parts they were supposed to work on. Only as Jasper stayed quiet, not replying to her question, did she allow herself to look at him again. But he had refocused his gaze onto her picture wall, seemingly staring at the old picture of the two she still hadn’t taken off the wall.

“Just one picture, please, Jas.” Her whispers filled her room. (Y/n) was laying on his chest, staring up at her friend while she toyed with her phone. 

For the past few days she had tried to convince him to take a picture with her for her wall, adding another memory to the ever growing collection. His hand danced up and down her side, moving slower as he pondered over her words. The sigh rumbling through him drew a chuckle out of (y/n), knowing she had finally won this round. 

With his lips finding her cheek, he momentarily distracted her, forcing (y/n) to focus on the growing crush she couldn’t shake.  

“I haven't found the time to take it off yet.” Her murmurs managed to gain his attention, letting his golden eyes find hers. All Jasper did was nod his head before refocusing on his notes. An uncomfortable silence filled her apartment, wrapping itself around the two like a thin fog set on robbing their sight. 

“Let me work on chapter one to five, you can do the others.” And with his raspy voice echoing through her mind, (y/n) nodded at him before shaking off the hurt she had to bury deep inside of her whenever she crossed paths with Jasper. 

……

“You need to focus on the details, (y/n), he won’t like this.” Exhaustion clung to her, guiding her while Jasper spoke. They had been working in silence for the past hour, not daring to break through the invisible wall between them. At least until this very moment where they had exchanged their writings. 

“I added enough details, just like you. Can you stop being an asshole for once?” Spite dripped from her words, rolling off her tongue like a waterfall cascading down her chin, wrapping her in its icy embrace. 

Both were staring at one another, wordlessly communicating whatever they were feeling. She was too distracted on the next words she wanted to speak, insults she was about to spit his way, to notice him moving closer with an unfamiliar kind of determination. 

“If I’m such an asshole, then why haven’t you managed to get over your crush on me?” His words robbed her of any air lingering in her lungs. (Y/n) found herself spiralling, trying to come up with a reply that was lost on her the second his lips found hers. It was their first ever proper kiss, filled with emotions she couldn't see through, too distracted by the way her heart started racing, by the ache in her lungs, and the anticipation thumping through her veins. 

With his arms finding their way around her waist, he pulled (y/n) into his lap. They kept kissing one another, letting it grow hungrier with every passing moment, with tangled tongues and burning bodies. Confusion kept buzzing through her, and yet (y/n) didn’t allow herself to give in to her thoughts, trying to stay focused on their kiss. 

“Fuck, you drive me insane.” Jasper murmured his words against her lips, making her shudder. (Y/n) wanted to bite back, wanted to find the strength to push him away and make him suffer just like he had made her suffer all those years ago. But she couldn’t, not when he kissed her with an unfamiliar hunger, robbing her of her last strength. 

“I hate you, I hate you so much.” (Y/n) moaned her words as Jasper flipped them around to press her against the couch. Their bodies searched for one another like two magnets perfectly fitting together, forming an unity neither could ever escape again. 

“Keep on telling that to yourself, baby.” His cold lips kissed their way down her throat while his hands disappeared beneath her shirt to pull it over her head. Something inside of (y/n) began to shift, forcing her emotions to turn from hatred to lust, a sudden change that felt as if somebody else was now regulating her emotions.

Every sentence, every command was lost on her tongue the second he freed her from her bra to kiss her breasts, sucking on the hardening nubs while his middle was pressed against hers. She felt his hardening cock pressing against her, drawing yet another moan from her while Jasper shifted his weight to free himself from his shirt before he tugged on her trousers. 

“You may think you hate me, but I promise you, the second you cum on my cock you will forget all your hatred for me.” The promises he spoke left her shuddering, silently hoping that he’d stick to them. 

“Stop speaking and touch me, Jasper.” Her whined words forced Jasper to move again, to let his fingers push her damp panties aside with hurried movements. Neither of them cared about dragging out this moment, neither of them cared about wasting time with simple movements, fully focused on their own highs and the confusing emotions thumping through their systems. 

His cold fingers circled her pulsing bundle while he sucked marks into her skin, marking every inch she offered to his hungry mouth. She was his, always had been, no matter how much both had tried to avoid this bond that had been reawakened today. There was no escaping, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

“I will fuck you now, and you will thank me for it like the good girl you are. Stop lying to yourself and accept that you’ll always be mine.” She wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that he had been the one to push her away, but (y/n) could only hum, could only give in without any words leaving her.

With her slightly glassy eyes, she watched Jasper rise to his feet to pull out of his remaining clothes, exposing the body she had always been drawn to. He was everything she had always imagined, and yet so much more. She hated herself for longing for him, hated that it felt as if she was burning for him, high on his touch, but no matter how much she wanted to fight against it, she couldn’t. 

Jasper found his way back to her, wordlessly he stared down at her with waiting eyes, knowing that he would only give in with her spoken consent. A shaky breath left (y/n) before she pulled him in for a teeth-clashing kiss, allowing herself to relax for a second while a soft “Fuck me, Jasper” left her.

With a smirk tugging on his cold lips, Jasper positioned himself at her entrance to slowly push into her. Both moaned in unison as he sunk into her tightness, engulfed by her fluttering walls that pulled him even further in. Neither of them had the patience to waste any more time, needing to cling to one another while he fucked her into the couch.

His cold fingertips dug into her skin as he pulled her leg around his waist, allowing him to fuck her even deeper. The new position left her trembling, forcing her fingernails to scratch at his skin in hopes of being able to hold on, to cling to this moment. Neither of them managed to comment on it, on the way he filled her perfectly, how it felt as if she had solemnly been crafted for him, for this very moment. 

“I always knew fucking you would be my end, you’re fucking perfect, baby.” She moaned at his praises, searching his lips with her hand buried in his golden curls. Sweat pearled on her forehead as Jasper fucked her closer towards the edge, already feeling her walls clench around him. Her moans grew breathier, chasing that blinding feeling no other man had managed to push through her thus far. 

“Jasper,” his name rolled off her tongue like an early morning prayer, spoken for His ears only. “Touch me, I need your fingers.”

His cold digits found their way back to her pulsing bundle, moving fast enough to leave her choking on her gasps. She was too far gone to pick up on the amazement filling his pupils, a sensation so intense, neither of them could put it into words. 

It felt as if her fingernails were close to breaking his skin, drawing blood from the body that hadn’t been filled by a single drop of blood for years. And without another warning, (y/n) arched her back off the couch as her orgasm flushed through her, robbing her of the last air lingering in her lungs. 

Jasper kept snapping his hips, burying his cock deeper inside her heat in search of his own release. (Y/n) could only watch him as he came, letting go of a deep moan while she clung to him as if he was her life vest, the one to save her before she could drown in her darkening thoughts. 

“Thank you.” (Y/n) whispered the words against his curls as Jasper nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. Her words left him chuckling before he kissed his way up to her lips while he stared at her with an unreadable expression tugging on his handsome features. 

“This is the end of our game, I won’t allow you to hate me any longer, from now on you’re mine. And I will never make the same mistake twice and let you go again.”

[leafington]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩. - kento n.

content warning !! - enemies to lovers w nanami (i caved), blackfem!reader, ngh modelceo!reader, ceo!nanami, me putting my business and entrepreneurship knowledge to use, light intoxication, suggestiveness at the end

a/n - IM BACK YALL WOOOOOO, sorry for making u wait @jellicatty 🙁

For years, Nanami has held himself to competition with you and your company. If he had a tier-list of all the people he hated, you were a close second to Gojo. To say he hated your guts was an understatement, some thought he just had some sort of lingering grudge, others assumed you two just got off the wrong foot but they couldn't be far from wrong. That man practically wanted you dead, and that's a hard call to make from someone who was raised well.

His mother was nothing short of a good woman, she taught his son to do great things—respect elders, women, and children alike, offer up his seat to those who needed it more than him, never pray upon someone's downfall no matter how hard they made his life. Each and every time he comes across your presence, he closes his eyes and mentally apologizes to his mother.

Your being insinuates such hatred within him. The way you arose to popularity out of nowhere due to what? Daddy's money? Your looks that earned you sexiest woman alive four years in a row? He wasn't accepting that 'model starting their own company' bullshit, not that he didn't believe one couldn't, just not you.

He recalls the very first moment he met you, three years ago when you made his life hell. 'Japan's Top Model, L/n Y/n, announces her official clothing line.' Who knew a simple headline could turn his future upside down? At the time, he'd only heard of you once or twice over a news article or a random scandal that just so happened to sneak into his algorithm. But this was different, it effected him in every way possible.

Suddenly, he has competition. 'LVS' stocks had reached a pinnacle point within just a few weeks of launching, he'd never seen those abbreviations before, the next, his own business was constantly being compared to by this new threatening company. All things after that basically consisted of Nanami fighting for his top spot. You can't even describe how upset he was when he first met you. A beautiful woman, buttering up the chairman into letting you attend the business meetings that he [Nanami] went to, pretty tits bouncing when introducing yourself to the other members of the council, and that gleam of something in your eye when you finally met with Nanami.

"So you're the one hogging No. 1?"

He doesn't give a damn how many of the other pervs fell for your charm, to him, you were the devil in disguise.

Nanami Kento despised you with every fibre of his person. Even at this formal event.

"Sexiest woman alive"? Damn right you were. He can see how easily the others fell for you, if he didn't have his head screwed on tight, he would've been the next one to take you in the office.

That black sleeveless maxi dress kept him on his toes the entire night, curves and assets prominent. The way you held your glass of sparkling rosé, chatting it up with whoever that unfortunate soul was that thought they would get you in their bed after this was all over. Nanami held his own drink, a good amount of scotch that'd get him through the remainder of the event without bashing someone's head in. He's trying to listen to his colleague brag about his latest product of his work that's been selling well, but you being in his line of sight smiling and giggling seemed way more appealing.

In no way is Nanami a man who occupied himself with women, until he found a good place to settle and retire, a relationship didn't have any room in his life. To the best of his abilities, he ignores the now reciprocated exchange of stares, only sipping from the modern glass whenever he felt he needed the extra loosening.

And loose he was.

You look good. Too good. He turned his head to avoid indulging, not with the woman who's downfall he's prayed upon. Though it's far too late because that scotch is getting it's moneys worth having already downed three glasses and bringing him closer and closer to the woman he claimed he loathed.

His compliments were unlike anything he's ever thought of you. "You look stunning tonight." "Your stylist did an amazing job." "The pictures do you no justice." Drunk words are sober thoughts as they say. His eyes were telling more than his words, he wanted you bad.

Compared to any other elderly male he knew what to say to have you feel won over, even if you were well aware of his hatred towards you. So.. though it was just for a night, you returned the favor. Addressing his compliments with your own, insisting that the media makes such false claims about his person, feeling him up, and eventually dragging him to the bathroom to show him exactly how you shot to the top.

"You minx." He hisses as your kisses trail lower from his jaw. "Oh? What happened to all that talk you were doing?" You effortlessly tug his tie off, allowing it to hang from his neck. "Do you do this with every man you want to surpass?" He grits, fighting his natural urges to give in. "Very few, only the ones that act uppity and look good in a suit."

"Fuck... I hate you so much."

©2024 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[itadore-you]

pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader c/w: implied smut, not canon events but it should be w/c: only 600 words today sorry <3

The way how Nanami tears off his clothes when he gets home: his tie already loosened the second he gets in the car; the dents at the back of his stiff, expensive oxford shoes because he can't be bothered to take them off properly; the trail of clothes left along the hallway as he finally reaches you. You've been waiting for so long for him to come back home, to be in your arms again. All those hours spent in a dull trance, wary and anxious that he's been badly injured from this mission.

The second that the hallway lights spill from underneath the door, you stand up giddily, knowing that he's back.

'My love...' Nanami says breathlessly, the chill from outside still burning on his cheeks. You rush into his arms, relaxing at his touch.

'Thank god you're back, Kento, I missed you so much.'

'I know, honey. I missed you too.'

You help him to unbutton his shirt, knowing how much he hates being in his work clothes. Nanami is eager to kiss you the moment it drops to the ground, hands circling your waist to bring you in closely.

'I quit today. It's all over now,' He pants between your kisses. 'You don't need to worry anymore.'

'What? What's over?" You're praying hard between each second you hold your breath, the day has finally come -

'I quit the job. No more fighting, and no more curses. Today was the last day.'

With his words, you can almost feel how each and every fibre of muscle in his body finally relaxes, how something comes back to life in his eyes again when he looks at you. Something about loving someone so deeply has imprinted on your soul, to a point where you start to think that maybe you become your other half somewhere along the way. Maybe emotions aren't all for one to bear - when one's away, you can still feel the other's suffering.

'When Nanami's happy, you're happy' is an understatement. The two of you are euphoric as you hold each other; Kento sweeps you off your feet as he's unable to contain his joy.

"I might have to burn these clothes forever. I never want to see them again," He sighs after eventually setting you down.

"I know it'd remind you of the past, but Ken," You watch as he kicks the shirt, tie and harness to the side - "I do always love seeing you in a nice suit and tie."

He raises an eyebrow in response, making you giggle. "I'll just have to find a new signature colour for you, won't I?"

"I'd love that, Kento..."

"Come, let me show you how much I love you."

With one swift motion, he's got you in the closest room possible, making sure that the surface he pins you against isn't too uncomfortable - it's a little indecent that he could barely keep his hands off of you in the hallway, but with the way how you look tonight (it's simply the radiance that happiness gives you), he can't help himself. Kento Nanami is a lost man until you give him purpose.

Just as he nips at your neck, he pulls away, blond hair falling into his eyes. "I apologise for coming on so quickly, I just-"

"No need to ask Kento, I want you right now."

He nods, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips, almost shaking when he eventually pulls away. "Mhm?"

"And I'd want you again. And again. It can all be tonight or tomorrow, whenever," You pant between kisses. "We have all the time in the world."

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Death comes to many too often, and even the life of a regular person can be cut short in an instant. Smaller threats outside of jujutsu sorcery still exist. But what's the point in thinking about that? In comparison to Nanami's previous daily life, it feels like nothing can harm him now.

Maybe, just maybe, both of you can grow old together, like this.

[feizon]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

warnings: none - !sfw

summary: y/n is a volleyball star who's teammate happens to be obsessed with a certain team's striker. For her friends birthday, she decides to get her a signed jersey but ends up trending because of a specific "encounter".

note: fem!reader x nagi seishiro / (f/v) = favorite vehicle / not proofread

'I can't believe I'm fucking doing this...'

Yet here I was, driving myself in my (F/V) to a football stadium which I swore I would never step foot in since the age of 12.

Despite my better judgement, I didn't really have a choice since I already had a #11 football jersey that need to be signed and a bought ticket which is probably worth my rent right now. I wish I was joking.

"Holy crap- there's barely any parking."

I step out of my vehicle with my (F/C) sweatshirt, sunglasses and black biker shorts as well as my (F/C) sneakers to match. My hood and sunglasses where on to hide as much of my identity as possible, the last thing I need was my face trending all over twitter about me going to a football stadium despite my open dislike for the sport.

I walk in, submit my ticket, enter the actual stadium and finally take my seat in the best row possible. The jersey was in my leather, black backpack which had a volley ball charm and random cartoon character keychains and stickers all over it from carnival prizes. I sit with my arms crossed as I wait for the players to make their entrance. A large cup of (F/D) and a bucket of popcorn by my side to numb my misery for the next 90 mins, it's not like I hate the sport with every fibre of my being, It's actually the fans. If you ask me basketball is definitely superior, second to volleyball, but that's not a conversation people will ever be ready to talk about.

The football players start to walk into he field as the stadium gets noisier by the second. People cheering and chanting as I simply sit down and munch on my buttered popcorn.

'Thank goodness that these people aren't in my line of vision.'

Amongst the teams fileing in, I notice a tall (like really tall) white haired man make their way onto the pitch. I lift my sunglass up slightly and narrow my eyes just to make sure I'm seeing things clearly. He has large gray eyes that you would expect to be full of expression but hold literally not a hint of interest in them. I look down at his uniform and notice the #11 written in large on the back of his jersey, my mouth drops as I realize that my friend might actually be on to something.

"He's actually beautiful, wtf."

I mumble low enough so no one else could here. I quickly snap out of my trance as the voices of the crowd screaming snap me back to reality. A sudden pit of nervousness could be felt in my stomach as my eyes continue to follow his every move. For a split second, I notice him looking towards my direction as I pull the drawstrings of my hoodie to hide myself from embarrassment.

'Ok.. so maybe this might be A LOT harder to do than I thought. Should of just bought a signed jersey on Amazon.'

The match finally ends with the screaming of fans from my side of the stadium as the counter finally hits 90:00. My mouth dropped, TO. THE. GROUND. As I try to process wtf just happened. A specific athlete managed to score the winning goal within the last 3 min, made 4 goals beforehand and manages to look as if what he did was normal. Anyone could tell that I was visibly shaking from all the adrenaline coursing through my veins simply by watching.

'THAT WAS SO- THAT WAS SO-'

I didn't know if it was my speechlessness or the running of a bunch of fans, trying to get a closer look at the winning team, that caused me to stutter so much. I blink a few times before I grab all my things and run just as quickly as them towards the same direction. The set up was like the one you would see in concerts, silver railing that reached just above my torso and many others to prevent fans from getting any closer.

I quickly grab the jersey from the safety of my backpack as I noticed a specific player about to enter my line of sight.

'I will get this signature, EVEN IF ITS KILLS ME!!'

But as if my motivation was some sort of sin, one of the many fans begins to constantly nudge me in the shoulder with her elbow as another does the same on the other side of where I stood. I lightly curse to myself as I begin to nudge them back. The nudging escalated until I was shoved forward harshly, causing the cheap railing to break, my hood and glasses falling off in the process as well. I close my eyes shut as I await to be greeted by the cold, hard floor. But to my surprise, (probably not yours lol) I don't. And it scares the shit out of me more.

I quickly cling to the piece of fabric shielding my face from a very toned chest as I feel a gentle set of arms wrap around my shoulders. I internally shudder at the sudden context as I mentally curse myself out, the grip on the jersey long gone as I finally find the courage to look up at the person who saved me from becoming the next meme of the month.

I'm met with a pair of gorgeous grey eyes, opened wide probably because of the sudden reveal of my identity or the quality of the railing.

'Kill me now.'

I give him a nervous close-eyed smile as his eyes casts over to the now wrinkled #11 jersey on the floor, his brows furrowed in the process.

"Haha, you wouldn't mind signing that right? It for a friend yk..."

@feizon

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

DRAGONS RISING SEASON 2 SPOILERS!!

I'm trying to just get my thoughts out because HOO BOY

Lloyd, my baby boy, how on EARTH did the writers fill him with MORE trauma - im pretty sure hes going to explode soon - Sam Vincent's voice acting WAS SO GOOD, the geniune panicky breathing put ME on edge and the way he sounded in AGONY everytime another vision came OUUUCH - AND AND his vision/fear thingy from the trials?? Devastating how could you let Wu say the words, writers when I get you - also he was trying to be so helpful to Arin please he's just a little guy trying to parent I love him so much

the SECOND we got told about the warrior wolf masks and them shattering the good inside people in order to get strength/Spinjitzu/power etc my IMMEDIATE first thought was "Arin..." and then they bring up the fact that HES SO GOOD SO OF COURSE THIS MEANS THAT HE WOULD GET SO MUCH POWER AND THEN HIS RUN IN WITH RAS AHHH (also while I know it was a weird like knock-out vision, seeing him see Nya and Lloyd as his parents was cute to me (NOT IN A SHIP WAY DONT BE WEIRD) - Nya has been very "Mama Nya" so far and I'm loving it <3) - Arin's arc has been PAINFUL (in a good way) and THAT LAST BIT WITH SORA HELPING HIM DO OBJECT SPINJITZU DONT I KNOW THATS GONNA COME BACK TO BITE THEM IN THE ASS

Nya,,, and Kai,,, AND WYLDFYRE MY BABIES OOOUGHHH HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO THEM - seeing more childhood stuff for Nya and Kai is ALWAYS a delight they were so small just little babies and the way that it was how BOTH of them unlocked rising dragon OOOUGH THEY LOVE EACHOTHER SO MUCH - "My big brother is my hero, and now he's the world's hero, again." 😭😭 genuine agony - especially with Nya and Wyldfyre's hug afterwards - the little sob Nya let out DONT TOUCH ME - they miss him so much, that's his sister and daughter ooooughhh

JAY??? JAY!! what a pleasant surprise - oh jesus how are you traumatised with no memories - he was so terrified to have it revealed that he can use lightning my boy im so sorry - I hope he recovers from the agony of desk jobs soon <3 ALSO THE FLASHBACK WITH COLE AND JAY??? THEY'RE NERDS, THEY'RE SUCH BIG NERDS I LOVE THEM AND MISS THEM PLEASE BRING THEM BACK I MISS THEM THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS YOUR HONOUR - I'm not even gonna think about the fear/vision thing from Nya in the trials because OUCH

Cole and Geo <333 and their family <333 my babygirl Bonzle i love her so much 😔 - WHEN (if) Kai and Bonzle escape that maze thingy they BETTER come out friends - as soon as he meets her he calls her kid??? That man needs to stop being a dad to every breathing that crosses his path

Ras was as awful as always, hate him with every fibre in my being I hope he perishes /pos /pos - Jordana was GENUINELY tweaking out at the end there, can't wait to see her go insane and absolutely rock the Ninja's shit <33

SPEAKING OF ROCKING THE NINJA'S SHIT - CINDER???? godDAMN - what a ruthless little man actually genuinely I want to wipe that dumb smug smirk off of his face /pos - I enjoyed Sora trapping him in a box like a feral cat, deserved <333 (I will say, hearing his voice for the first time was... interesting 👀)

Sora is as wonderful as always, I love her so much <33 SHE WAS SO EXCITED LEARNING SPINJITZU WITH RIYU THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOUR - she's so silly I love her epsecialy since all she wanted to do was hype up Arin because thats her best friend who she loves so much dont talk to me <3

I think that's it?? Just goddamn what an EXPERIENCE - I love Dragons Rising - I can't wait for part 2 <3

[vandal-flower]

Chapter 3 - A Whole New World

Blue Roses With Gold Lining

You learn the names of three women in the competition for the prince's hand. The queen calls all of you to her courtroom to start the competition.

MALE LEAD: Michael Kaiser

W.C: 1.9 words

WARNINGS:

You are threatened, mentions of deaths in the palace, mentions of the queen killing the concubines, the competition has just started.

I.¹ - II.² - IV.⁴ - V.⁵ - VI⁶

Michael Kaiser kisses you on your lips.

The sudden action has you paralyzed for a moment, and made you want him to get off you. But you notice how soft and smooth his lips are against yours. The way he holds you against him is gentle, as if he truly cares for you. He gives you two more pecks on your lips before pulling away from you.

Some small part of you wish he didn't pull away so soon. Only a small part.

"Did you enjoy my gift, my scriptwriter?", he asks you, his smirk appearing on his face. Is he ever going to stick to one pet name?

"I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy it, but it was unexpected coming from a man like you, it surprised me.", you answer, covering your mouth with your hands as if it could shield you from being a flustered disaster.

It can't and it won't.

His smirk grows even wider, "The best thing about a gift is the surprise, but what's even better about it is how it's kept between two people."

His flirtatious personality does not make your situation any better. Yes, you may be, or even could be winning the so called 'affection' of the prince, but you may also be winning the envy of the other women. It just can't be helped, you are in the competition to win the prince's hand in marriage.

Not by choice of course.

He unlocks the door and gestures you follow him out of his room. With no other option, you do. You step out of the room to see, the dog, royal advisor Alexis Ness in front of you and Michael. He glares at you for a while, before smiling at the man himself Michael Kaiser.

As if he didn't make it clear enough that he hated you with every fibre of his being.

"Alexis, take her to the room where the other women are currently in."

"Yes, your majesty"

Walking behind the royal advisor made you think more about the deal you and Michael made. How can you 'rewrite' the 'script' history has been using for years and how can it benefit you?

The amount of blood that has been stained on the palace walls can't be simply cleaned off and the same goes for history itself. You can't take a peaceful approach to every situation you encounter, and you also can't be ruthless as well. You'll end up dead in both ways nonetheless.

So you have to take caution in your actions and be one step ahead, and follow the instructions Madam Gertrude gave you. It's the only possible way you could live. As well as others.

Many people died in the palace walls for the littlest things. You not only want to escape death row, but the people around you as well. Their deaths have been seen as an 'accident', their lives seen as nothing but puppets to the people in power. Their deaths were seen as a form of entertainment.

You can't be like that. You'll end up taking more lives than needed, no, the lives of people in general.

Focus (Name), you just need to be aware of your surroundings.

The two of you reach the doors to where the other women were. Ness instructed the guards to open the doors, which they do and the both of you enter.

You're back into the courtroom. The same room which you had caused a scene in.

Wonderful.

"All of you will be in this room waiting for any instructions given by the Royal Family. For now, don't cause any problems for the family or staff. Failure to follow my advice and you will receive a proper punishment for disobedience. Are we clear, your graces?", Ness says, his voice serious and sounding as if he could kill. He probably can.

"Yes sir.", you all answer in unison, and he leaves the room.

The silence in the room is louder than any noise, until the woman with crimson lips speaks up.

"So, you're the lucky woman who was able to go to his majesty's room just because you caused a scene, a tantrum. Tell me, what were you trying to prove, or are you just that worthless that receiving the touch of someone of high royalty that scary?"

She said, her crimson lips stretching into a smile as other women in the room laugh at you. She's the type of woman to belittle others to anger others and gain the upper hand by manipulating their emotions.

You wonder if the crimson attire is actually a hint to her schemes in the past.

"I merely acted on instinct, I don't like being touched by people I'm not fond of. I don't wish not to be insulted for my appearance. Especially for something as small as lipstick.", you reply, looking directly at her and not raising your voice.

Don't raise your voice unless you want to look like a fool.

The room becomes silent. Miss Crimson Lips stares at you in rage as if prepared to throw a tantrum like a child.

"You dare insult me, I, Morrigan, Eldest Daughter of Palace of Ernaline, the House famous for putting all our enemies underground?", she yelled at you, her veins nearly bursting from her head.

You steady your breath and remain calm, not wanting to give her the chance to have any control over you. "I did not insult you, I simply recalled the event that had been held in this same room as you, chose to pick a fight with me. It's only right if I answer appropriately."

"You little-"

"Enough, both of you."

To everyone's confusion, one woman speaks up which causes everyone to stare at her. She wore a black dress with small gloves covering her hands. Her hair high up in a bun with her bangs falling over her face.

"We all heard the advisor, we are here to wait for any further instructions given by the Royal Family. If we cause any kind disruption for a people outside of these doors, we'll all be punished. Instead, let's introduce ourselves first before killing one another.", her voice makes some women cower in fear.

A woman of high authority. A woman of great status.

"I'll go first. I am Berdine Emery, Eldest Child of Palace of Emery, known for its ability to form resourceful connections. And you, I would like to know your name.", she walks to you and takes your hands into hers. Her eyes show no emotion, but her smile looks genuine.

"(Name), Eldest Child of the Minister of Finance, Palace of Ludwig. It's a great pleasure to meet you Berdine.", you greet her, feeling her gloved hands around yours, gently rubbing your hands.

"Daughter of a minister, shouldn't you be a daughter of a Palace, not just a minister?", Morrigan asked, her voice venomous and eyeing you up and down. A few women nodded their heads, agreeing with her.

"Unfortunately, the Palace of Ludwig only has sons, and some of the ministers' daughters are quite young, while others don't even have a daughter. I'm the eldest of these girls and as the only one who is at the age to get married, I was chosen."

You were chosen. You had no say in the situation. You were simply picked up to represent the Palace of Ludwig, because no one could do it. No one can do it. You wish to be the first and the last person to ever experience such sacrifice.

You wish to not experience anything like this again.

But you don't wish for the pity of others.

Morrigan and other women continue to eye you, but don't say anything. You hear someone whisper 'peasant', but ignored it. Entertaining them won't do much for you. The doors are then opened by the guards to reveal a servant. Not Ness. Odd.

"Your graces, please follow me to the Queen's courtroom.", she says.

As instructed, all of you follow the her as she walks out of the room, matching her pace as she walks. Some women form a group of themselves, talking about what the queen could be like.

"I hope she is nice to us unlike her son."

"I highly doubt it, if the prince is going to insult us because of our appearances, won't she be worse?"

"Maybe he is just testing us, and telling our reactions to his words to her."

"I pray that I didn't make an ugly face."

Their theories gave you ideas of what the queen may be like. With Michael brief telling about how his mother killed the concubines, and had a smile on her face gave you a proper idea what she is like.

A sadist.

If she was able to end the lives of those women, and have a smile on her face, she could possibly want each of you women dead. She'll could make you dance on the hot coals barefooted, laughing at each one of your terrified faces.

But such thought could be false, she only killed the concubines because it was what the king wanted. So she might be laid back when it comes to her son, only interfering when necessary.

You are interrupted by a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see who it was. You see a woman who is shorter than you, her hair blonde and curled, pale blue eyes shining at you. Her key feature was that she smelled like lavender.

"Really liked how you defended yourself back there. Morrigan has been belittling everyone since she came here. My name is Maria, Palace of Contessa.", she whispered.

Her eyes were genuine, you couldn't help but smile at her. "Pleasure to meet you Maria.", you whispered back.

"It's a real honour to meet you, especially how you were able to keep calm against Morrigan and the prince's antics."

"I really don't deserve such praise."

"You do!"

The two of you whisper to each other about the other women and the two become friends. The two of you become quiet when you all reach the doors to the queen's courtroom. The doors are opened and you enter.

The room is larger than the previous room. The walls look as if it is painted with gold. And the woman herself seated on her personal chair, the queen.

Her gaze is sharp, and her smile wicked. You hear Maria breathe heavily behind you. You squeeze her hand tightly before letting go. She straightens herself and smiles. You hope she'll be okay.

She gets up and walks down the steps. She stops mid-way. "Form one row standing beside each other, facing me now." You all do as instructed.

She continues continues walking on the steps and stops when she meets the floor. "I've heard from my son about you all, and I've chosen to dismiss his claims as I wanted to meet you all in person."

Thank the heavens.

"Nevermind that, I shall start competition for the hand of marriage of my son, the competition is not based on education or skills, but-"

"Whoever can make the prince fall in love with them. To the very point of having his child."

What.

"One of you could be his wife, the others a concubine. Don't disappoint, or shame the Royal Palace of Kaiser."

How the world around you seems to have changed.

@lightoftheamethyst and @kimura-uzuri

I hope I made all my readers proud.

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SCREAMING YEONJUN SJJSKSSNF Ohhhh he'd never let you live this down 😭😭😭😭 I'd be emptying 80 bottles of hot sauce in his ramen until he suffers as I have.

I'd actually cry if that happened to me I remember this time I threw up in my English class and everyone kept making faces i wanted to die. forever grateful the teacher stood up for me BUT WOWWWWW did I feel like shit after that 😭😭😭😭 went home and cried. Soobin is so rude but so real because if that isn't me I don't know what is

I actually hate beomgyu with every fibre of my being HE'S SUCH AN INSTIGATER 😭😭😭 and he still wants to tell me it's my fault. divorce on the spot. THOSE DIARRHOEA JOKES WOULD NEVER END AND I KNOW IT 😭😭😭😭 you could be married for 16 years and one night your newborn is screaming it's head off and he'll sing a song about the time you had diarrhoea to help it go to sleep. and it will work

if Taehyun tried to lecture me while I was fighting to not let an organ escape through my ass because of how violently I was shitting I'd be so petty. I would wait until he's sleeping to take the loudest shit known to man even if it kills me because he does not deserve peace if I can't have it

Hueningkai. I don't even know what to say anymore nothing encapsulates the feelings I have for this man. BUT WHY IS HE FEEDING ME BATTERY ACID. Diarrhoea is so terrible I'd literally cry if he was there with me while I was shitting my intestines. NOT PUT A SKUNK TO SHAME I'M SCREAMING I'd actually combust and die if people told me I looked like I was in labour when I had DIARRHOEA

txt if you had explosive diarrhoea (and it is was your fault!) UNSERIOUS*

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CHOI YEONJUN!

oh he's there for you.

a bit too much than what you would consider appropriately sweet tbh.

he's right there behind you chasing after you when you're running for the toilet just to make sure you're not dropping dead on the way.

he's right there outside the bathroom door assuring you that he'd be there for you even if you end up clogging his bathroom.

he bought a new bathroom plunger anyway he's happy he's getting to put it to a good use because of you.

while you're in there trying to shit as quietly as possible cause you know he has his ears against the door making sure you're not in too much pain.

tries to help you but ends up making it worse by feeding you bananas.

after seeing you take 10 trips to the bathroom in 20 minutes tries to force you to the hospital.

but he stops after you make him get the medicines.

even though he's a little bit overbearing, he makes you feel so comfortable and wakes up with you every time you have to go the bathroom

sitting on the bed all serious with his hands on his chin as if you were performing a surgery in the bathroom.

after you kind of get better, that's when the teasing starts.

dangles spicy food in front of you because you got diarrhoea bc eating too much of it.

chokes on it immediately after.

CHOI SOOBIN.

im not denying the fact he won't be all sweet, and nice, and caring about your dire condition.

which YOU got yourself into.

but I'd be lying if I said he didn't grimace a few times.

because that's only human nature to feel like that when the person next to you is about to shit themselves but that doesn't mean soobin loves you any less.

now you're fighting both for your love and the urge to shit your organs out.

he's outside the bathroom, scratching at the door to explain his side and prove his love for you while you were on the toilet rethinking the course of this relationship.

it would have been kind of dramatic romantic, something out of a movie scene if your ass wasn't on fire.

"not only my ass is burning but my heart is too because of you."

and it gets worse when he brings up if you didn't pig out on those chili ramen this situation wouldn't have transpired to begin with, and then he bit his tongue.

so now after another four violent sessions, sniffling and talking about ending it all, you two finally make up after exchanging some sappy declarations of love and then go to get ice cream.

soobin thinks that this has only brought you together and he's ready to buy adult diapers for you with his own money knowing how expensive diapers can get.

CHOI BEOMGYU.

he'd be concerned about you.

if he wasn't busy laughing his ass off.

you're there fighting for your life and the rights of your asshole that is getting absolutely demolished.

and he's outside the bathroom fighting to get his lungs to work properly because he laughed a bit too hard.

asks your rhetorical questions like how do you even end up in this situation while wheezing

as if he was not the one who instigated you to accept a challenge of eating however many chilli's you could

when you rightfully blame him, he's like,

"oh you could have just eaten one"

that dessert may be worth it but the fear dying while shitting the toilet isn't

and you decide to shove his head into the toilet for putting you in this predicament when you come out of the bathroom for the umpteenth time.

but those threats soon melt away in your throat when you see the arrays of things he has gotten to help you get better

from an assortment of candies that you love to the flowers you've once told you liked the smell of along with all sorts of medicines for your stomach issue.

absolutely doesn't stop making diarrhoea jokes for a number of weeks tho.

you could be arguing about what to watch while having dinner and he would be like,

"oh don't you have somewhere to go? i just bought this couch you know?"

KANG TAEHYUN.

oh he's big mad.

and you're like confused, like taehyun?!? am i not suffering enough?

he's sitting on the end of the bed with his chin on top of his fingers, brooding as though you're giving birth to a bastard child of his.

he's just mad at you for not caring for you health and downing four packets of spicy ramen as though he has had you starved for a few weeks

like have you heard of basic etiquettes?

forget that? does common sense ring a bell?

and now you're sitting on the toilet thinking,

"are these tears bc my bootyhole burning or because taehyun is roasting me goddammit ?"

like this is not the time to ride the ass my bro

but he's also like super concerned that's why he got a little mean because when you come out you see him sweating more than you

got you thinking like

damn is diarrhoea contagious?

and he's gonna take you to the ER and gonna get you to sit through the test and tell the doctor why you are here for and what's the texture of your stool and whose fault is it truly

he thinks shaming you might actually get you to understand your fault

and it kinda does work

but don't worry he's giving you head pats and kisses as he feeds you the medicine.

HUENING KAI.

when you tell him you're having involuntary radioactive missile launched from your asshole

his first response was, "okay let's get you some adult diapers."

kinda weird how it was not to get you to the hospital but you were honestly expecting you a, "EW"

however strange his answer may be, you were sort of fluttered at his suggestion until you realised he actually meant it.

he was already pulling out his wallet and you had to physically stop him and ask him just to get you some medicine

doesn't complain a bit about the smell when he's sitting outside the bathroom door giving you company when you exhaust yourself and collapse in the bathroom.

force feeds you electrolytes while telling you that you will get better soon :(

hes there for you at every step like he's holding your hand as you drink water and now wait for you stomach to stop churning.

he's there wiping the sweat off your forehead with his napkin.

you might as well have gotten on one knee and proposed by the way he was taking care of you.

didn't flinch once when you darted and the smell could make a skunk hang its head in shame.

"it happens baby," he says while patting your head.

you cry.

he takes a picture of you two to commemorate this event that brought you two closer and a reason why yall got married

everyone assumes its a picture from when you were in labour

you always jab his foot when he tries to correct the people

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love to hate || h.hyunjin

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: angsty af

a/n: first actual post lol. i hope you guys enjoy it!

“i hate you.”

he smirked, angular cheeks twisting with the movement. he looked dangerous in that moment, like a wolf preying down upon a flighty little rabbit.

“no, you don’t.”

a pause.

“no, i don’t.”

the realisation had you paling, goosebumps breaking up along the exposed skin of your arms as you gulped down your fears. fears that all had something to do with the man in front of you. your heart started beating faster, thumping hard against your sternum, hard enough for you to wonder the ridiculous thought of whether or not he could hear it. with trembling hands, you brushed your silken bangs back and gave your dry, cracked lips a chance to move.

“do-do you…hate me?” you questioned hesitantly, hoping he didn’t catch you stutter.

you clenched your fists at your sides, peering up to the man you wholeheartedly, and irrevocably loved with every fibre of your damn being. hwang hyunjin was an unpredictable man and that was what had you dreading his answer; the words that flew out of his perfectly plump lips almost always caught you by surprise.

hyunjin scoffed hard, threading his fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair. the action reminded you of the intimate times you two had spent together; cuddling in each other’s arms, your hand easing through his hair, and his through yours, with nothing but the warmth of alcohol accompanying them.

“of course, i hate you. these past few weeks have only proved to me how much i despise you, because my head is full of you. often. and it’s disgusting and repulsive and foul and i can’t stop. it’s like you’ve hooked your claws into me like some starved vulture."

your heart stuttered and her eyes fluttered closed, unable to look at the man you wanted to be yours.

"i hate you. i hate the way you smile. i hate the way you laugh. i hate the way you always look out for me even when i brush you off. i hate the way you cry. i hate the way you hide when you cry. i hate the way you lie. i hate the way you still blame yourself for our messed-up relationship. i hate the way i ignore you and i hate the way you love me."

his voice had gotten louder as he went on and a surprised look fell over his face, as if he hadn't meant to say that last part. you looked down at his fists, clenched in obvious distress, but before you could say something, he turned his back on you.

"wait!" you called out in a broken whisper. "hyunjin. stay. please. stay to yell at me. stay to hurt me. just stay."

he froze, strands of his hair falling into his eyes, looking somewhat like a dejected puppy. a small sniffle escaped you, and before you knew it, you were holding back tears.

"you hate the way i lie, so… here you go; i'm being honest." with liquid courage running through your veins, you forced your mouth to say the words you've kept down for so long. "i miss fighting in your old apartment and breaking dishes when you're disappointed. you can go ahead and call me selfish, but after all this damage i really can't help it. you left me alone, all alone to put the broken pieces of heart back together. and it hurts, so, so much, because you're nice to everyone, everyone but me. i kept thinking that maybe if you let me back in, we could make it better. we could be better. but all we do is just fight, fight, fight, 'till the cops are called on us!"

he rounded back on you, chocolate eyes glossy with angry tears. "just because you're hurting doesn’t mean i'm not, y/n! everywhere i go, everything i see, everything i know, leads me back to you. i thought that if i left, it would all stop, that i would stop thinking about you all the damn time. you should've known that i'm temporary! i hurt people, i make people cry, i don’t deserve anything, let alone you."

"oh, so it's my fault i fell in love with you!?" the dam had finally burst open and crystalline droplets were sliding down the slopes of your cheeks. "i tried! okay, hyunjin? i really tried to make you see that i love you, and that you are worth every single minute. you are worthy of all the love and affection in the world. why can't you just believe me!"

his lips were trembling, a single tear falling to the floor. his hands were in his hair, holding his head back as he rapidly blinked. it didn’t help that you were both incredibly emotional, almost every single fight had you both on the ground crying hysterically.

"i'm sorry," hyunjin whimpered out. "i'm sorry i can't love you the way you want me to."

"you can learn," you cried, taking a tentative step forward, reaching for his wavering hand.

"if- if i'm going to learn how to love you, i need to unlearn what i'm used to. i need to unlearn how to run when things get too much, and you don't deserve to be with someone who can't even do the bare minimum."

you were in each other’s arms again and you knew for a fact that you wouldn't need alcohol as your catalyst tonight. you basked in the warmth of his body, grateful for ever being able to nuzzle his neck like old times. "i'll wait for you, hyun. i promise, i will wait."

maybe it was exposure. maybe it was because you were both wrapped around each other's fingers; a constant game of push and pull. maybe your relationship was a little toxic. maybe that's what made it so intoxicating.

so, you would try and forget the troubles tomorrow would bring. you would hide under the blankets, holding one another close, feigning that everything was alright. but you knew that if you heard him leaving in the early hours of the morning, you would just pretend it was only wind.

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Find my Way Back Home VIII

Summary: Bucky Buchanan Barnes is smitten to a four insignia military officer—you. How do you think things will unfold?

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

 Word Count: 1,732

 Warning: Swearing?

 Steve was looking at his friend perplexed. He's been staring at him for what seems like an hour but in reality just a minute, he was staring at him blankly and he couldn't help but call him out for it.

"You ok punk?" he asked, trying to eat his meal while trying not to acknowledge Bucky's constant uncomfortable staring.

"Huh?" Bucky answered haphazardly.

"You've been staring" Steve blurted out, Bucky was quick then to withdraw his gaze. "It's rude and it's creepy"

"Sorry" he said shortly. He couldn't help himself though, the image of his dreams were constant on his mind. He knew it was just a dream but he couldn't help treating it like it was real.

"You sure you were ok? You don't seem like yourself for the past couple of days" Steve asked with all concerned. Worried that his friend might be in trouble that he's not telling about.

"Yah, sure, just a lil distracted tha's all" he replied while trying to focus his attention to his meal. When the door burst open his gaze quickly landed on the person who just came in like an instinct. When he saw you he couldn't help but brought his thought back to his dream. He quiet felt ashamed for having those dreams of you. He suddenly felt like he's intruding and breaking boundaries, not that he can help what dreams about now can he.

"You sure you're fine?" Steve asked seeing how his friend suddenly grew flustered, face is red like a tomato.

"You're red as a tomato pal, you feeling well?" he asked trying to be certain. When his friend failed to respond to his question he just followed his gaze and it landed to you. He doesn't need to ask any more question to put two and two together. It's reeking—how smitten Bucky is to you. Every since you've came Bucky's stares would never fail to linger on your form.

"For Pete's sake Buck, just talk to the girl" he said while shaking his head in disbelief. He didn't know a time will come where he'll be the one saying this to his lady's man friend. Since when did his suave friend become so timid and shy when it comes talking to ladies?

Bucky just dismissed his friend's remark and continue eating his meal even though his mind seems to jump off the building or stroll somewhere else.

You gave the team a quick briefing for the last time about the mission on hand. Recalling important infos and run over about the plan.

When everything is settled you quickly dismissed them to get ready.

"Tighten your belts and start gearing up, prepare your ACUs. We're getting off in five now chop chop"

Everyone was quick to leave the facility and Bucky was the last one to leave the room.

He didn't knew what came into him nor possess him but he just suddenly grab your wrist, you yelp at the sudden contact, not because of fright but surprised. You looked at him perplexed. Bucky couldn't believe that he was actually touching you, not from his dreams but in reality. He could actually feel your warm skin and could sense your pulse beating.

"Buck?"

He looked at you intently, wanting to say something but settle at "be careful later" you didn't say anything and just nod. When he's about to leave you told him "likewise".

Everyone was already in there position, you and Nat manage to make a breakout in the facility, examining every room floor by floor. You were currently at the 2nd one when you heard someone speaking at the end of the radio.

"There's a uniform insight at the east wing, 2' o'clock from your current position, what's your status?" Bucky asseverate at the end of the line.

"Roger that, lima charlie"

"There's two of them walking at the same hallway with yours, fully armed but walking away from where you are. I still need you to TACAMU copy that?"

"Wilcu"

You walk discreetly towards the two figures Bucky was referring to. You came from their behind silently, you grapple the man behind tackling him down and when you saw an opportunity to held his head, you hold it firm with your hands before snapping it. Natasha did the same thing.

You looked at her giving her a court nod before continue walking further.

"Contact. Wait out" you declared. For an unknown reason those statement were like a heavy blocks that settled in Bucky's chest. He wonder how many times it slips from your tongue. The way it rolled out of your mouth says that he wouldn't  like the answer but he is completely aware as well that it comes with your job. The important thing is, regardless of how many times you mutter it, you were still here with him.

With your current position, he held no doubt of the many numbers of battle you've been with. Even though it was done and in the past, it didn't meant that his worry would cease to exist.

For a moment he was distracted with his thought that he didn't notice the other assailant on the sight, luckily Steve remained alert all this time and informed him. He radeod it immediately but there's no more time for you to react, so he took an action. He need to thank whoever invented a scope and a sniper.

"Tango down" he could see from the scope your figure looking at their position, at the top of a building camouflaging.

"Tango Mike" you replied.

Everything went fine and well, retracting the information that you needed was a walk in the park. Too good to be true in your opinion. And you were never wrong. You were just about to leave the facility when you notice a certain glowing red dots, you follow the wiring that it leads to and when you looked up you notice where it leads to.

A hundred branch of wirings.

"Mike Foxtro!" you exclaimed and held your hands up indicating for the team to stop moving.

"What's the matter?" Natasha asked and when she saw where your eyes were trailing she doesn't need to hear you answer.

"Shit, that transformer leads to the city, we could cut it here but then it would explode immediately" she looked at you with full of worry fully aware of how damn the whole situation is.

"What's the matter?" Steve asked at the end of the radio. Bucky then held his eyes on his scope looking at your predicament. He doesn't need to be told about what is the twinkling red he was seeing. Even from afar he's damn certain that it was an improvised explosive device .

"What are we gonna do?" Bruces asked while holding the drive in his hand firmly. You study the explosive carefully and it's familiar. You've notice it's one of those you've encounter in Iraq. The explosive won't explode as long as everything remains still from where they are. This gave you hope. You could stop the timer. Or so you thought.

When you looked down you saw that you were stepping at one of the wiring and you've mentally curse yourself.

"Mission compromised, changed of plans" you've declared and the team look at you.

"Balls on the walls soldiers, you need to get the hell outta here, CSMO ASAP" you instructed.

"What? no!" you could hear different violent reaction, one that stand out the most was Bucky's refusal.

"We have no choice you need to start moving, fast"

"The timer will start moving if we move!" Tony exclaimed, completely disagreeing with your plan. Knowing damn too well it won't end on your favour.

"Well we can't stand here till the dawn of time now can we Stark"

"How about you?" Natasha asked.

"I need to stand by, I'm stepping at the major wire, if I move all of us will be fried chicken before anyone can say quidditch" you said quoting a line from a movie trying to ease the growing heaviness of the ambiance.

"If you go I might still have a time to cut some wires to stop it's connection to city" you looked at the timer and saw that there is a higher chance of you achieving your goal.

"Still have 10 minutes"

"What? No!" Bucky disagreed. There's nothing he can do now.

"Bucky! Stop!" Steve reprimanded, he knows the trouble he was is but there's nothing he could do.

"Even if you jump at the top of this building there's nothing you can do" he pointed out and Bucky never hated his friend this much for being right.

The exchange between Bucky and Steve were ringing in your ears, you have to stop the banter between the two of them makes your eardrums explode first before the IED.

"Stop!" you ordered and everyone was silent.

"That's the new plan, you get the hell out of here immediately, report to Fury, if he has some question about the mission tell him he can find every details in my file. When I said you start moving then you better start moving every fibre of your muscles and I can't believe that I'm repeating this but that's a damn order, copy that?" they were hesitant at responding to your decree. They were in some sort of moral dilemma. Bucky tried talking you out of it, thinking that you are not  understanding fully the situation.

"Y/n no!" calling you out of your name instead of your grade were something felt like too intimate, he doesn't bother to care though.

"Are you really understanding the situation? The only way of cutting the attachment of the explosives connecting to the city is blowing the whole building and that will include—" he was halted when it registers to him. That's was your whole point, that was your plan.

It was a suicide mission and Bucky just realized it.

"No" he mutters to hisself looking at Steve for some sort of clarification—an assurance that it was not what he was thinking.

Steve only looked at him sympathetically.

"No. Y/n no!" he cried out from the radio desperately clutching to it but you dropped yours already, can't really hear him out begging or it would make your decision irresolute.

"You have to go, now" you solemnly declared.

And the team has no choice but to oblige.

[nonbinarybaby]

How about a headcanon where the parenst of Male!MC reject him bc he is dating a guy and he is just heartbroken over it and just hates himself and the fact that his parents can't except him (Wit V and Saeran pls)

Ahhh sad HC ;-; This one hits home for me too because I was afraid to come out to my mother because she was raised pretty conservative and bashed LGBTQIA people for some time.. (Note; i came out to my mom when i turned 20, and she accepted it and me. She’s become a lot more open minded over the years- so please don’t worry, i have good relationship with my momma, this was just in the past c:) 

OKAY HERE WE GO FEELS TRAIN CHOO CHOO

Yoosung: 

Yoosung was SO EXCITED when MC told him they were gonna meet his parents

Yoosung baked peanut butter cookies for them because he was so excited!!

MC!!! PARENTS!!!! 

He only imagined that the people who gave birth to such a wonderful person must also be wonderful!

Soon enough, the day came!

MC held Yoosung’s hand walking up the path to the house, his other hand holding the tupperware of cookies under his arm

MC rang the doorbell, exchanging a nervous smile with his boyfriend

The door swung open, revealing a woman in a flowery dress, with a wide smile on her lips

“MC, you-”

She finally looked at Yoosung, her eyes widening, smile immediately turning sour

“Who’s this, MC? I thought you were bringing your girlfriend, not a friend?”

Yoosung blinked in surprise at MC, whose face turned bright pink

“Mom… He’s not my friend, he’s my boyfriend.”

She stood up straight, staring at Yoosung suddenly as though he were a bug that needed to be squashed

“…I see.”

She turned on her heel, leaving the door open behind her. 

MC hesitated before slowly pulling Yoosung inside behind him, closing the door softly

They made their way to the kitchen where they could hear MC’s mother hurriedly whispering to his father, who was sat at the table,  newspaper in his hands

He scrunched the paper in his hands, shooting up out of the chair, knocking it over in the process, causing MC to flinch at the door

He glanced at his son, brows burned into an angry crease at the centre of his forehead- he sits back down, gesturing for the other two to sit

He doesn’t stop staring at them both as they walk around the table sitting those

The silence is heavy, and Yoosung gently clears his throat

“I.. I made these for you both. They’re… They’re peanut butter cookies.”

“We hate those” MC’s father snarled, staring at the container like it had drugs inside rather than sweets.

“Those are your favourite cookies, both of yours.” MC said sadly, looking at the ground as his father glared harder

“Not anymore.”

The room fell silent again, MC’s mother pacing in the small kitchen. 

“Dad, I-”

 “When?”

“What?”

MC’s father shot up, slamming a fist down on the table

“When did you become a fag?!”

MC’s hands were shaking, his eyes wide as saucers

“I- I didn’t-”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, you piece of shit. We bring you into this world and you come in here with some boy and think that’s gonna fly? You’re going to disgrace this family! After all we’ve done for you!”

“Dad, I love him-”

MC’s father slapped him across the face, causing yoosung to scream in horror as he saw blood drip from his nose as it slammed against the floor

“That’s not love- you can’t love a man, that’s not how it works! You either give this shit up or never show your face here again!”

MC holds his nose as he stares up at his father, tears streaming down his face

“D-Dad-”

“Choose.”

Yoosung stepped towards MC, Screaming in fear as suddenly the father threw him against the wall, raising his fist “Don’t go near my son you fucking disgrace!”

“DON’T HURT HIM!” MC screamed, tackling his father, causing him to slam into the opposite wall, falling to the floor.

MC looked at his mother, who refused to look at him, instead kneeling next to her husband, looking at the cut on his forehead. 

MC grabbed Yoosung’s hand, dragging him out of the house, tears streaming down his face, running as fast as he could

He stopped in a park below a tree, collapsing to his knees, sobs ripping through his body

Yoosung knelt next to him, pulling him up, forcing MC’s face into his chest as he sobbed

MC gripped his shirt in his fists as though everything depended on it

Yoosung whispered soft, weak reassurance into his ear, which was only just  loud enough for MC to hear over the sound of his own cries.

“I’m your family now, MC,” Yoosung spoke, his heart feeling like it was lodged in throat, “I’m your family. You’ll always have me. Always.”

Seven:

Since Seven needed to lay low for his job, they decided to have a skype call with MC’s parents so he could meet them

At least for the first meeting, Seven felt this was best.

That night, at 7 p.m. they logged in and cozied up together on the couch, MC’s hand placed on Seven’s knee, Seven’s arm resting over MC’s back, so his hand laid gently on his shoulder.

It began to ring, and soon enough, they connected, greeting with the smiling faces of MC’s parents, to which they smiled back

“Mom, Dad! Hey, we-” 

MC froze as he realized they weren’t smiling anymore, rather both looking at each other in confusion

“Guys?”

They glanced back at the camera, his mother shifting awkwardly, the father crossing his arms

“I think there must be a mistake, son…”

“Mistake?”

“Well, you told us we were going to meet your significant other-”

MC swallowed, trying to escape the panic in his stomach. Seven squeezed his shoulder gently- it didn’t help.

“You are. This-he is my significant other.”

“A male?” His father spoke just short of a growl.

“Yes. A male, dad.”

His father closed his eyes for a moment before rising, leaving view of the camera.

“Darling-” His mother called out to him, but he had already left. 

She glanced back at the camera, clearly a little horrified to be left alone, even through a screen with them both

“I… I should go, things to do-”

“Mom, please-”

“Don’t come home.”

End call.

MC stared at the blank screen, his heart pounding in his chest, every beat feeling like a thousand knives driving into the fibre of his being

Seven closed the laptop, wrapping his arms around MC’s body, pulling him into his lap, burying his face in his neck

MC started to shiver, his body overtaken with shock

Seven kissed at his neck and jaw, holding his body close to his own

“My- My parents- they… They…”

Seven tilted his head, leaning their foreheads together.

“Shhh, MC. Shhhh. It’s gonna be okay. It’s okay.”

Tears streamed down MC’s face as he nodded slowly- though all he felt was that he had lost everything.

Zen:

Zen was on the way home from a shoot- MC had left the set early as he had said his parents needed to talk to him about something urgent.

He walked up the stairs, walking down the hall, turning the handle of their apartment door. 

He kicked off his shoes, walking towards the living room, gasping in shock as he saw MC kneeling on the floor, keeled over

He ran to his side, grabbing him by the shoulders

“MC! MC, are you okay?!”

MC looked up at him slowly, his eyes bloodshot, his face tear-stained and swollen. 

Zen felt his heart sink, pulling his boyfriend into his arms

“Babe, what happened?!”

MC went limp in Zen’s arms, too weak to hold himself up.

“My parents… They saw the magazine announcement that I’m your manager… And boyfriend..”

“What’s wrong with that?” Zen spoke without thinking, though he was sure he already knew- and it made him feel sick.

“They,” MC bit his quivering lip, his eyes welling with tears, “They said they don’t want a fag son- and a famous fag son is worse.”

Zen felt his insides boiling, a mixture of sadness and rage swimming around his insides.

MC rested his head on Zen’s shoulder, bringing Zen back to the present

“I’m disowned.”

Zen let out his breath, shaking his head, hugging MC tighter

“I’m sorry MC. I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you. We’re in this together,” he smiled weakly at MC, who gave a small, broken smile in return

Zen felt his heart drop, knowing there was next to nothing he could do to soothe this trauma in his lover’s heart. 

Jumin: 

MC was on his way to visit Jumin at work! He was bringing him his favourite kind of coffee, humming happily to himself as he walked down the hall of C&R.

He became concerned as he saw two bodyguards run by, picking up his pace to se what was happening

He gasped as he saw bodyguards with guns pointing into Jumin’s office, a small glimpse of hands grasping at Jumin’s lapel

MC ran towards them, gasping in shock as he saw what was going on

There stood his father, his grip on Jumin’s collar tight, his face an angry red

“Dad?!”

Jumin glanced over at MC as he heard his voice

“This is your father? What a pleasure.”

MC’s father glared at Jumin, glancing towards the bodyguards, who didn’t let up their aim.

“Dad, what the hell are you doing with him?!”

“What am I doing,” his father laughed, dropping Jumin, stepping towards MC, refraining as the bodyguards continued to point, “What the hell do you mean what am I doing?! What are you doing?!”

“I don’t-”

“Suddenly we hear on the news that the Heir of C&R has gotten married- to OUR SON?! Not only are you gay, the whole fucking world knows that our son is a twink!”

Jumin’s eyes turned cold, stepping between them, shielding MC from his father’s view. 

His father growled, his face still red and fiery

“Did you pay him?! Did you pay our son to be a faggot?!”

“No, but I will happily pay you to leave.” Jumin didn’t even blink as he spoke

MC’s father made a noise of disgust

“I don’t want money from people like you. I’ll leave on my own- and you,” he spat at MC, glaring down at him, “Never show your face to any of us ever again.” He stormed past the bodyguards, slamming doors out of his way. 

“Should we go after him?”

“Stand down,” Jumin spoke, “I notified the police with an alarm a while ago. They should be waiting outside by now, I presume.”

The bodyguards nodded, leaving the room to give them privacy, the doors closing behind them. Jumin knelt down, scooping up MC into his arms, carrying him to a comfy chair in the back corner of his office. 

He sat him down, kneeling on the floor behind him, wiping tears off of his lover’s cheeks

“MC… Are you hurt?”

MC hiccuped, shaking his head.

“I should be asking you that- My father assaulted you-”

“I don’t care about that.”

“You should.” 

“I do not. I only care about you.”

MC’s shoulders shook as he cried. He brought his palms to his face, gasping into them. Jumin ran his hands along MC’s arms, his brows coming together sadly.

“I won’t let your father or anyone else harm us. I’ll keep us safe. They won’t be allowed anywhere near you.”

MC didn’t respond- he only cried into Jumin’s arms.

V: 

V was holding a gallery for his photographs, of which he described His love as his muse for this series.

In the pamphlets given out upon arrival, it showed a picture of V and MC staring into each others’ eyes, and a short description of their relationship before going into detail about the info on all the photos in the gallery

MC was watching with V as people walked about, admiring the photos, when suddenly they heard a commotion from the front door

To MC’s surprise, his mother was there, shrieking in a frantic manner

“This HAS to be a MISTAKE! This is my son, and he is not-”

She glanced over, suddenly seeing MC there, and her lips turned into a scowl as she saw V at his side.

“Is this a joke?”

MC felt sick as she approached him

“Mother-”

“Did you plan on keeping this a secret from me?! That you’re with a- a-”

“A person who loves him.” V spoke softly, and MC’s mother snarled.

“Don’t speak to me, I don’t want to hear your voice! I can’t believe you would do this to us, MC!”

“I didn’t do anything, Mom- I just love him, i can’t help that-”

“Bullshit! Bullshit!” She threw the pamphlet at his feet, storming out of the doors.

MC bent down, picking up the crumpled pamphlet, smoothing it out, staring sadly at the photo of himself and V, looking so happy and carefree

He looked up as he felt V’s hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly at MC

MC looked back out the doors, his chest feeling hollow yet overflowing at the same time as he threw the crushed pamphlet in the trash.

Saeran:

MC and Saeran had gone to go get ice cream from the Ice cream shop nearby.

Saeran held MC’s hand as they walked, Saeran listening and nodding as MC talked about anything at all

They were just about to turn the corner to the shop, when suddenly a voice stopped them

“MC?”

They turned, MC freezing as he saw his parents staring at their linked hands

“Mom..? Dad?”

MC’s mother started to cry, his father just shaking his head in disapproval.

“I had never hoped to see you like this.”

“See him like what?” Saeran snarled. MC squeezed his hand, silently begging him to refrain, and he did, reluctantly.

“How could you ruin our family like this?” His mother spoke through her tears. 

“I’m not ruining anything-”

“You can’t have kids with a man!”

“I can adopt.”

“That’s not the same, that’s not continuing the family line-”

“Who cares if they wouldn’t be blood related? Or we could have a surrogate. I love saeran. And who says I even want kids? What does it matter?!” MC’s breath was heavy, despite the glare in his eyes, Saeran could see the tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes.

MC’s father glared, wrapping an arm around his wife.

“You ungrateful bastard. Good luck with-” He eyed Saeran up and down,”- that.” He turned on his heel, walking away with his wife in tow.

MC’s knees felt weak, his head spinning as he watched them walk away. 

Saeran stepped in front of him, nuzzling his nose against MC’s, squeezing his hands.

“Let’s go home.”

MC nodded, his throat feeling dry as a desert, his body too numb to even cry, “Yeah,” He spoke slowly as Saeran began to lead him back to their apartment, “Okay…”

Saeran kept his firm grip on MC’s hand, trying his best to hide how much it pained him to feel how limp MC’s body was behind him. He just hoped they could move on soon. MC didn’t deserve this.

Nobody did.

And that’s it for this headcanon ;0; I tried to make the reactions in different places/situations/change up who’s there at what time, etc  etc… Gotta keep things interesting, I guess… But I just wanna say- if anyone has ever experienced this from their family, or something along these lines- I can’t imagine how painful that must be, but just please know you aren’t alone. There are lots of people out there who will love you and care for you just like family really should. Blood doesn’t always equal family- You can choose your family if you need to. You’re never alone. PEOPLE LOVE YOU OK PLEASE BE HAPPY YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS ok i just felt the need to say that that is all ~