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Somewhere in Tartosa, five college friends spend their summer in Katarina Estate, one of the Vanderburgs’ summer estates.
It’s summer after all!
#juliette vanderburg#seamus vanderburg II#bea valderama#louie davis#sidera harper#DavisGen2#DSVGen2#the sims 4#sims 4#sims 4 story#ts4#ts4 story#simblr#this lot is so beautiful yall#i'm so glad i found this from the gallery
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#myself#vent post be careful#I really thought I was over thr car crash like I can drive without problem (more or less but I was careful even before it)#and I so genuinely thought I had gotten over it#but then when roaming trough my phone gallery today I found the pictures of my damaged car and now I keep thinking about it.....#like what would have been if I hadn't been it that lane would everything have been ok and my dad would have just complained about the cops?#and what would have happened if I had been going faster and they went straight into the drivers side??#would I still be here???#I don't know and I don't wanna imagine#but it made me so much more scared....#and we were at the lawyer's office today to get them some of our things and the lady at the front desk told me about how she has been a bit#scared ever since she got into a car crash which made me feel a bit better like even 20+ years later she's still not fully over it...#which means I'm not overreacting#but like I'm seconds away from tears why does this only ever happen in the middle of the night????#I'm so scared not even about me but about my parents and my brother like what would I do without them???#honestly that whole thing changed my perspective of car crashes like in normal traffic but also in sports and stuff...#I hate it here. why always us? why always my dad and me??#I'm so glad I wasn't alone in that car but I also just wished he wouldn't have had to go trough that...
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Day 29: BWC
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Dayeon x OC
Kinkvember Day 29
Dayeon, the lead vocalist of the popular K-pop girl group "Kep1er" was no stranger to the spotlight. With her captivating voice and stunning visuals, she had a massive fanbase worldwide. Today, however, she was not on stage but rather enjoying a quiet afternoon in a quaint café in Seoul. She was sipping her latte, watching the world outside through the window, when she noticed him. A tall, muscular American man with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was new to the city, and his eyes scanned the café with curiosity. Dayeon couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
"Excuse me," Dayeon said, standing up and walking toward him. "Are you new here?"
He turned to her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Yes, I am. Just moved from New York. You're Dayeon, right? From Kep1er?"
Dayeon nodded, surprised. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"
"Jake," he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Dayeon."
A few days later, they met again at a local art gallery. Jake had a keen interest in art, and Dayeon found it fascinating to learn about his perspectives on various paintings and sculptures. As they strolled through the gallery, their hands brushed against each other, and Dayeon felt a spark.
"You have very soft hands," Jake commented, his voice low. "It's unusual for someone so famous to be so... touchable."
Dayeon smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm glad you think so. Not many people get to see this side of me."
Their conversations grew deeper and more intimate over the following weeks. They shared stories, dreams, and fears. One evening, as they sat in Jake's apartment, Dayeon noticed the tension between them. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it mirrored her own feelings.
"Jake," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I want you."
Jake leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It deepened, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Dayeon moaned softly, her hands running through his short blonde hair.
"You're so beautiful, Dayeon," Jake whispered against her lips. "I've been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you."
Dayeon led him to the bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She started undressing him, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest. Jake, in turn, unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. He took a step back to admire her in her lacy black bra and thong.
"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his eyes drinking her in.
Dayeon smiled, her confidence growing. "And you're so big," she said, her gaze dropping to his bulge.
Jake chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Is that right?"
Dayeon nodded, her fingers reaching for his belt. "Let me see."
She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his large, thick cock. Dayeon gasped, her eyes widening. "Wow," she breathed. "That's big."
Jake laughed, his cock twitching in response to her words. "And you're about to find out just how big."
Dayeon knelt down, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She licked the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there. Jake groaned, his hands going to her hair.
"Fuck, Dayeon," he moaned. "That feels so good."
She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. Jake watched her, his breath coming in short gasps. "You look so hot doing that," he said, his voice strained. "But I want to fuck you. I want to feel your pussy around my cock."
Dayeon stood up, her lips glistening with his precum. "I want that too," she said, her voice husky.
Jake picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. He sucked on her neck, making her squirm with pleasure.
"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin.
He moved down her body, his tongue tracing her collarbone, her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. Dayeon moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Yes," she gasped. "More."
Jake moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He then continued his journey down her stomach, his fingers hooking into her thong and pulling it off. He spread her legs, his eyes taking in her glistening pussy.
"Beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse.
He leaned in, his tongue licking her from her entrance to her clit. Dayeon cried out, her hips bucking. Jake repeated the motion, his tongue circling her clit before dipping back into her pussy.
"Oh god, Jake," Dayeon moaned. "That feels so good."
Jake continued to lick and suck her, his fingers joining in. He slipped two fingers into her, curling them to hit her G-spot. Dayeon screamed, her orgasm crashing over her.
"Fuck, Jake," she panted. "I need your cock inside me."
Jake smiled, his cock throbbing with need. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead nudging her. Dayeon bit her lip, her eyes meeting his.
"Are you ready for this, Dayeon?" Jake asked, his voice low.
Dayeon nodded, her breath hitching. "Yes," she said. "I'm ready."
Jake pushed into her, his cock stretching her. Dayeon moaned, her hands going to his hips. "Ouch, yes," she said. "You're so big."
Jake grinned, his cock pulsing inside her. "And you feel so tight."
He started moving, his cock sliding in and out of her. Dayeon met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his. Their moans filled the room, their bodies slapping together.
"Yes, Jake," Dayeon panted. "Faster."
Jake complied, his pace quickening. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues clashing. Dayeon's nails dug into his back, her body tensing.
"I'm close," she gasped.
"Me too," Jake groaned. "Come with me, Dayeon."
He thrust into her harder, faster. Dayeon screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. Jake followed, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.
"Fuck, Dayeon," he panted, his forehead resting on hers. "That was incredible."
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined. Then, Jake rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her. Dayeon smiled, her fingers tracing his chest.
"That was amazing," she said. "I want to do it again."
Jake laughed, his arms wrapping around her. "Any time you want, Dayeon. Any time you want."
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Hihi! I came from a couple of reblogs on both your tutorial on how to draw cleft lips and people with Down Syndrome, and both made me extremely happy, as someone who wants to focus their art on including as many disabilities and physical differences as possible. I was wondering if it would be alright to request a tutorial on how to draw the anatomy of people with Dwarfism? I have troubles nailing the proportions down, but i want to be able to draw them for fanarts for a fandom I'm in. Thank you for the great work, dude. Have a nice day/night and remember to eat a meal and drink some water!
Hi, I'm glad you enjoy them!
I could technically make one but there is literally no one "look" for people with dwarfism as there's hundreds of different kinds. The thing below focuses on facial features because that's more of my thing, but the same applies to body types - a person with achondroplasia and someone with Morquio syndrome will have different proportions despite technically having the same ("disproportionate") kind of dwarfism
You can check out Gary Parker's photography as it features a lot of people with dwarfism and is one of the better pose resources that I have found before. Especially the "Varieties of Dwarfism" gallery is really useful because it has exactly what I mentioned earlier; all these people have dwarfism and they look very different. So to actually nail proportions and features of disabled characters you need to know what kind of proportions you're looking for first (if a canon character has just Vague Dwarfism - research achondroplasia. it's the most common and has the most resources, reference poses, etc.), otherwise it's just gonna be difficult
#I have some idea on drawing characters with achondroplasia because I have a few ocs with it. I have close to zero knowledge on anything else#I'd be the one needing a tutorial to draw someone with primordial dwarfism. completely different features and different skillset needed#etc#hope this still helps though#ask#my art
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Bless The October ᥫ᭡。
We are very blessed with Luke's sudden treat on October 3rd when he posted two stories in less than 24 hours. And while he was active, the significant other was rather quiet as if they're playing a game 🤫 (because whenever one upload about bton related thing, the other one is always silent and vice versa). Okay but then, the next day she surprised us with a lovely cutesy picture on a flight that I believe, had us all screaming, crying, throwing up, and kicking our feet ><
Let's break it down!!!
Nic posted a story of her picture on a flight drinking champagne and thanking Aer Lingus for bringing her on a long-awaited holiday. From the interior and seat, she was flying with Aer Lingus Business Class.
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Aer Lingus Business Class Routes in the picture below. (They depart only from Dublin Airport, Shannon Airport, and also Manchester Airport). My take: She didn't fly home to Ireland using Aer Lingus Business Class. And according to her upcoming schedule, the narrative that she flew to New York seems more plausible. But it's not from Heathrow Airport!!
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Connecting Luke's story and Nic's story metadata. They flew on the same day. From the information above, we know that Nic went on a long-haul flight, but we don't know about Luke.
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Let's look back at his story on the October 4th. Luke's luggage picture was taken in British Airways Galleries First Lounge, Heathrow T5 South. This lounge is accessible to: a) First-class passengers b) Gold members of the British Airways executive club c) Oneworld emerald members. So, he doesn't necessarily have to fly first class and he could take any cabin class and enjoy the lounge as long as he's part of point b or c.
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People speculated that he could fly to Larnaca, Cyprus because A uploaded a picture from Marina Breeze, Limassol. So, I checked the flight to Larnaca on Oct 4th morning but the time wasn't timing, and here's the reason why :
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Some people also speculated that Luke and Nic flew to JFK from LHR together using Aer Lingus. I found out that it was not a possibility, because Nic was using Aer Lingus Business Class which only departs from Dublin/Sharron/Manchester. Aer Lingus 8817 indeed flew from Heathrow -> JFK BUT that flight was operated as British Airways 117.
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YES, I'm a firm believer that they flew together hence the teasing within a day difference and flying at the same time. And also the hand gate picture uploaded by her stylist. It was definitely Lukey Newts' hands! The only possible scenario that aligns with my theory is Nic and Luke flew together and they were connecting through Dublin to one of Aer Lingus' long-haul destinations in North America. Since Luke was at Galleries First Lounge BA, T5, LHR around 06.26 am, they could take this flight : BA | LHR -> DUB | BA828 | departed at 08.44 - 09.37 then switched to Aer | DUB -> JFK | EIN105 | departed 11.33, arrived at 18.49 (dublin time) and 13.49 (NY time) THIS WOULD EXPLAIN why was her story picture taken at 16.27 pm (London time) but appeared very bright outside. Because it's around noon time in the United States!!!
As I'm typing this post, we got another sighting of Nic with her bestie Jake Dunn and also at A24’s screening of Nicole Kidman’s “Babygirl” and apparently they also watched SNL together. Good for them and glad they were having fun (as they should!!). p.s. Jake is not only Nic's best friend, but he is a professional actor first and foremost (and also a producer) like Nic who attended a filming screening and could have used this opportunity to network. It's not a pure holiday if you're still attending events here and there. I beg people to respect Jake and not assume that he's just tagging Nic along when he works in the same industry as her.
Did my belief change that she went with Luke? NO 😊😊😊 I believe Luke was busy auditioning or doing something for an upcoming project. Until it's proven wrong that Luke was somewhere else, this is where I stand (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)
And I'm still standing firm and tall believing that Jake is nothing but a very dear gay friend of hers. Yes, I'm assuming his sexuality based on his social interactions and all of the proof shown by @fiamat12 in her amazing blog, as well as some people assuming he's straight just because he was papped hanging out with Nic and the gang for few times. We are all assuming and speculating anyway. Showing support is okay but coming at them and harassing them is never okay. Never okay to JD as well as to A.
P.S. Big thanks to @ladytumbledown who's very kind and patient responding to my messages and discussing this flight saga with me. It was much easier and fun when you've got someone working with you :)
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Hi hi I made more fan art hehe
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Neglected y/n and non neglected y/n
(They're both born male but they go by any pronouns , they both got their lashes from their mom lol)
— masterlist ! ; brutus fic
I'M CRYING this was buried in my askbox, i feel so bad 😭 I ABSOLUTELY LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS! thank you so much for creating a masterpiece of an illustration.
love the opposing sides where the other one is spoiled to death with fancy clothes whilst the other prefers a more reserved style, bleak colors with only the white streaks as the brightest part about them. the white highlights in the villain mc's hair is so reminiscent of jason todd (and a symbolism of death and rebirth, stunning, 10/10, give me more!)
the softer curls on the right side, whilst spikier, more shaggy hair on the left. the details are insane i'm absolutely crying 😭 also! i love to hc the villain reader as a mentee of gotham's famous sirens (poison ivy, catwoman, and harley quinn), or was once a sidekick to at least two or more of batman's villain gallery. the possibilities are endless.
and the curve of the eyes, the lackluster shine on the other, alongside even the sheer difference between preference of jewelry, piercings on the other whilst the non-neglected side retains expensive earrings... something i know you have put so much thought and love into!
you don't know it, but you pretty much got an almost accurate presentation of how i see the reader's mother on the non-neglected side!
also, the perfect representation of both sides of gotham... the rich, glorified side that speaks of poise, spoiled upper-classes and the well-known underside of it which tells stories of a history criminal activity, hell on earth. everything fits so well, i swear.
thank you so much for sending this in, i love this fanart and i appreciate all the effort you have done for drawing this 😭 you guys are just so creative with your portrayals of your own readers and i'm glad you found inspiration through my fanfics.
#🧁... yael's misc.#series: again & again#a&a: fanart#yandere batfam#yandere dc#yandere#yandere fanart#fanart#yandere batman#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x gn reader#yandere x male reader
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A witch, a simple alchemist, a captain of a borrowed ship, and nobody's daughter
I have been working on this piece for nearly a week now, and its FINALLY DONE!!!! If you want some PNGs of the character renders, and some of my thoughts on this piece, read below! (warning for spoilers though!)
SO. the season's first off. Henry is in spring, Fia is in summer, Irina is in autumn, and Zirk is in winter.
Henry is in spring because of Leonora's curse. Its the most obvious one.
Irina is in autumn because that's where they found Irina in the Glade.
Zirk is in winter because of his final deal with the winter fairy
Fia's in summer because why not (sorry there's not much behind this)
no solo headshot of shank, just because he was just a head. but here's phillip, spirtel, and bukvar!
Below is an outfit detail breakdown for each character!
Henry - he's got spoonie tied onto his belt! - i usually draw hank without any shine in his eyes, but i added a little bit, as i would place this drawing after the final episode. his curse is lifted, so he gets some light back in his eyes - the blue scarf on his waist is mostly just a callback to the ocean, and because i wanted him to have some pop of color - i associate henry with the earth or sea if we're talking in a cosmic sense. - also! henry still wears his ring from izzy, just on the necklace and not a finger. i think he'd be too hopeful/sentimental to let it go.
Fia - emily brings up in a short rest that she associates fia with the moon, which is great cause i do too - her skirt is torn and ripped because i hc she doesn't often mend clothes or doesn't know how to. its also dirty because she lives in the woods. - the shawl she wears would have probably been a gift from batilda. it has sword embroidery on the hem, so it was a first act of training fia as a blade.
Irina - i really wanted irina to feel ethereal, since she's the daughter of a god. its why her eyelashes are white, but zirk's aren't. its also why she has silver freckles - patchwork dress! not just because its mentioned in the episode, but because fia likes people who make their own clothes. - i kiiinda associate irina with the sun, but i moreso associate her with the stars. the night sky needs both the moon and stars, always together <3
Zirk - i wanted to include zirk's little stirstick from his art and ep 1, so i'm glad i got to do that! - zirk's lineart has so many layers because of the glass bottles. - all the metal with zirk is bronze, because i wanted him to keep a warm palette, and felt gold would clash too much - those sleeves can roll down and make this labcoat regulation i prommy, he's just too busy serving
Thanks for reading!! Eldermourne is my favorite campaign, and I really wanted to take some time to make a piece that I knew I'd love. If all goes well, I'm looking to get this uploaded to the NADDpod fanart gallery, so you'll be able to buy a print! UPDATE: Until it's on the gallery, you can buy the print HERE!
#naddpod#eldermourne#henry hogfish#fia boginya#irina avenov#zirk vervain#not another dnd podcast#naddpod fanart#this was a massive project#i loveeee rendering forests but good lord#i think i'm all good on my forest kick for a few months now#those trees kicked my ass
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˗ˏˋ Zayne x Lemurian! Fem! Reader: Ebb Day ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗
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・┆✦ Entry : 040 ✦ ┆・
[ Reader is Related to Rafayel because I said so<3]
╰┈➤ ❝ [ My Ocean Belongs To You ] ¡! ❞
"Zayne, do you like art galleries?" "Yes. How come you're asking?" "My big brother is hosting an art gallery<33. Wanna come with me:0?" "When is it?" "Saturday in the afternoon!" "Sure."
And that was how Zayne found himself in this situation, while you sported a pretty little frilly long dress— He was simply wearing his typical black dress shirt and trousers. Of course, he was secretly staring at you the whole time, he's always been interested in you but never had once vocalized it nor has he ever openly made it obvious or even drop hints.
Besides, he had been a little stressed from work as of late. He had to deal with a lot of troublesome patients during the weekdays and there were too many close calls on his surgeries as of late so he badly needed to take his mind off of the hospital even just for a bit.
And you are his favourite kind of cure.
Zayne followed behind you as you pranced in your steps, guiding him to the location of the art gallery. it didn't take the both of you too long to arrive to the place.
Fine and extremely detailed canvases were attached to the walls, each one unique on their own.
Zayne wasn't much of a painter, he could only sketch since he had to draw a lot of anatomical diagrams back when he was still in medical school.
"Your brother is very skilled" Zayne says as his gaze landed on the different pieces.
"Right?" You beam, hopping in your steps even more happily as you admire your cousin's works. "He's always working hard on his paintings."
He follows behind you, admiring the image of you more than he does admiring the pretty paintings around the both of you.
"Ah, there he is!" You spring into happy little skips as you made your way towards a man with deep purple hair boredly leaning on the wall and fiddling with a pen in his fingers. "Oppa!"
"Geez, pipe down, I can hear you just fine" He says in a sarcastic but gentle voice as his bluish-pink eyes similar to yours land on you. "I thought you were joking when you said you'll visit"
"Oppa will be disappointed if I didn't" You grin, making him roll his eyes.
"Who is this?" His gaze falls on Zayne, pushing himself off of the wall.
"I'm Zayne" He introduces himself.
"Zayne..." The name rolls off of the painter's tongue, pondering as he tries to remember where he has heard it before. "Ah yes, you're my sister's doctor, right? She wont stop yapping about you I almost went deaf from it. I'm Rafayel"
"Oppa!" You protest, smacking his arm.
"Hey, ow!" Rafayel fake winces, a dramatic expression on his face as he gasped. "Guppy, that is not how you treat your older brother! Isn't family supposed to love eachother?"
"As if!" You stick your tongue out at Rafayel and Zayne stood awkwardly in between this little banter.
"Pfft," He scoffs, rubbing the spot you had hit. "Still as feisty as ever like a sea urchin."
"You're as round and ridiculous as a puffer fish" You bite back.
"...." Zayne felt like he really shouldn't be here at this moment.
"Anyway, I'm gonna go off there and greet Thomas" You say in a childish, high pitched voice as you point at a direction and storm off.
Zayne shook his head, wanting to follow you but found it rude if he left your brother all alone without a proper conversation. Besides, he could see you in his peripheral vision.
"I meant it though." Rafayel starts, humming as continued playing with the pen absentmindedly. "She speaks very highly of you like a little baby dolphin learning how to jump off of water for the first time."
"...I'm glad she thinks so, but I'm only doing my job as her doctor" Zayne answers, pushing his eyeglasses back.
"Isn't that what every doctor says?" Rafayel scoffs, crossing his arms as both men overlooked you who is happily chatting with Thomas and asking about some paintings. "My little sister is a handful, isn't she?"
"Well," Zayne hums, deciding to play along with Rafayel. "She often doesn't listen to her doctor's orders and is somehow scared of staying in the hospital at night believing ghosts might swallow her."
"...Did she actually say that?" Rafayel cocks up an eyebrow.
"She did." Zayne simply confirms while watching you prance back to them and tug at Rafayel's arm.
"Oppa, oppa, I want the pretty puzzle piece music box, get it for me!" You say childishly, pulling at Rafayel's hand.
"Hey, I'm not a wallet" Rafayel groans but allows himself to be dragged over to the gift store area.
Zayne followed you both, watching as the two of you bantered on and on. He could tell that Rafayel spoiled you a lot, watching as he keep saying sarcastic remarks and marine related insults while letting you pull him around.
"You're a grown woman now and a hunter, why exactly do you need a music box puzzle?" Rafayel rolls his eyes.
"Because it helps!" You reason out, shooting a hopeful look at Zayne. "Right doctor Zayne? Right?"
"Puzzle making and achieving to finish it can certainly boost dopamine production," Zayne replies, sighing as he realizes what you are using him for. "As for sleep, well, music boxes can certainly help lull you to sleep."
"Ugh, using your doctor card on me, really?" Rafayel groans, but pays for the puzzle piece anyway. "Now shoo, there's an ice cream store at the front. Your brother is buisy doing grown-up stuff so children should behave."
"I'm not a 2 year old!" You say as you hold the now packaged puzzle piece before storming off.
"...." Zayne was about to follow behind you until he heard Rafayel's voice again.
"Do you know about Lemuria? There's a secret rumour amongst their merpeople" he says, "Every year there's a day when the tide is low, and it flows in the opposite direction. It's on that day that Lemurians are at their weakest hence why they keep it a secret. Even the weakest humans can end them if they so please."
"Then how come you know of this?" Zayne inquires.
"Well, it's a fairy tale" Rafayel dismisses his question. "She's waiting for you"
Zayne nods his head politely before going towards your direction.
Throughout the whole time on the ice cream shop, he keeps thinking of what Rafayel said. And for some reason, he can;t take it off his mind.
Despite that, he chooses to just focus on the you who is busily munching on the ice cream he had bought for you earlier.
"Slow down, it's not going anywhere" He says, picking up a napkin and wiping the cream off of your cheek.
"But it's just so yummy!" You protest.
"I know," Zayne nods his head, "But still, eat a little more slowly.
"...Okay" You pout.
Zayne shakes his head, smiling faintly as he found the whole situation a little ridiculous. He could tell Rafayel thought that he spoils you too. After all, he's putting up with your childish antiques and scolds you as if you were a small child.
Overall, this litle... Outing turned out well since he met your older brother.
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For the past two weeks, Rafayel's words bothered Zayne over and over. It kept repeating in his mind and it even echoes in his ears whenever he woke up. It's a miracle he didn't have any surgeries these days and managed to keep a proffesional act despite it high bothering him.
To add to that, you havent texted or called him a single time.
Sure, you're not required to talk to him all the time but today seemed particularly different as it nagged him.
Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing in frustration as he finished up the last of his reports.
He then reached for his phone and instantly dialed your number.
Thankfully enough, you picked up.
"Hello?" You voice was horrible, making Zayne immediately alarmed.
"Are you alright? your voice is a little rough" He inquires, taking his doctor's coat off. and grabbing his keys.
"No... Fever"
"A fever?" He sighs, storming out the hallways and into the parking lot. "You're home, aren't you? Have you taken your temperature and drank medicine?"
"Cant..." You breathe heavily. "Too weak."
"Stay in bed." Zayne said as he hopped into his car and brought life to the engine. "I'll come."
He then dropped the phone call as he drived out of the hospital and towards your apartment.
Zayne knew deep inside it was probably just as a normal fever, but there's a surge of panic in him as he hurried over. The moment Zayne parked, he hurriedly went upstairs. He was irrational with the way his mind is overthinking things.
Surely it's just a fever.
A fever.
Zayne opened the door to your apartment and quietly locked it behind him then going to your bedroom where he found you curled up in your bed.
"I'm here" Zayne says with a gentle voice, his tone a little lower than usual as he gently pries off the blanket off of your face and placed a palm on your forehead.
"Ngh... Zayne" You whine a little.
"Ssh," He said, removing his palm and reaching for the bedside drawer and pulled out the thermometer.
Zayne took your temperature and cocked up an eyebrow at the results.
You're burning up and yet you have a normal temperature. He aimed it at himself and gave back a good result too, meaning it's not broken or playing tricks.
"???" Zayne looks at you, wanting an explanation.
"Water... Please." You whisper.
He rescinds in demanding an explanation, your voice isn't fake and neither is that glazed over look on your face.
"Stay here, don't pull the blanket over your head" Zayne said, getting up from his seat.
He was running a number of possible explanations on why you're feeling the way you do. Maybe it's stress induced, or something. Perhaps a better option now is not to ponder but take you to the hospital because it might be a dangerous situation.
He walks back into the bedroom and sat paused,
"...." Zayne places the glass down, crouching down towards you and observes the glittering blue things on your face.
'That wasn't there earlier' He thought, his forehead knitting as he reached to brush a finger on your cheek where the crystal like things glimmered.
The touch caused you to whimper a little and he pulled his hand back immediately.
"Every year there's a day when the tide is low, and it flows in the opposite direction. It's on that day that Lemurians are at their weakest hence why they keep it a secret. Even the weakest humans can end them if they so please."
Rafayel's words repeat in his mind.
"Zayne..." You mumble, curling over to him before trying to get up.
"Your face,..." He inquires, helping you sit up while another hand reached to place pillows against the headboard and laying you against it. "Lemuria?"
He hesitated at the question, watching your expression droop.
"...Sorry." You apologize.
"There's nothing to be sorry for" He said, reaching up to fix the blanket on your lap. "Are you feeling like this because of ebb day? The tides being low and the water flowing backwards?"
"..." You look up at him, alarmed. "How? Who? Y-you're not supposed to know those."
'Ah..' Zayne mentally curses at himself for being too brash on his approach.
"Your brother, Rafayel, he told me" He said, and felt relieved as you calm down.
"...That's funny" You mumbles. "He told me to never tell anyone and yet he told you. Big brother trusted you with a secret depsite just meeting."
Zayne didn't answer, wondering too why the painter would do that but froze as he felt you nuzzle his shoulder.
"..."
"You're not mad... Or weirded out?" You ask.
Zayne shakes his head, reaching up and gently stroked your head. "Why would I? Just because you're not... Human?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not" He shakes his head, gently pulling you over to his lap so he can hold you more properly and you can rest more comfortably on his shoulder. "There's no reason to. It just makes me a little concerned that maybe my treatment plans on you dont work or worst, it could be detrimental to you."
"We're the same as humans" you explains. "Just... Different in a lot of waya. I get hungry and get sick like humans. So it's fine."
"I see." He hums, stroking your head.
He almost wanted to nuzzle his nose on your head but stopped himself.
"You won't hurt me, right?" You ask, fidgeting. "Brother said that humans would abuse a creature's weakness once they find out."
"Never" He said, pausing in his ministrations on your strands. "I would never hurt the person I like. If anything, I wish to protect you"
He brings your hand up to his lips, and kisses the inside of your palm.
"I would never, ever hurt you." He shakes his head, those intense amber-green eyes. "Not now, not in the future, never in my lifetime nor in the next ones. No matter who or what you are, I will never hurt you"
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꒰ A/N: I'm just so weak against Zayne pls sniffsniff. I love him sm I just want to hold this silly man. I wanna cuddle this precious man qwq!!! My precious Zayne TT. This man is fr one of my biggest comfort character. I can't wait for his birthday event in september. Also I'm srry if u cringe at the feesh insults its my kind of humor xDD!! ꒱
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The sun to me
Chapter XIV. Wither.
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pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader
word count: 2.2k
chapter summary: as the volcano errupts, some things must come to an end before the ship can set sail.
warnings: a character gets punched, brief mentions of blood, angsty
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🖤 Black dahlia - pain and sorrow.
When Hyunjin had woken up the morning after arriving to the city, at first he was confused.
His hands automatically searched for you, reaching around his king sized bed only for it to be empty.
Then, it dawned on him, he was 'home', if he could even call it that. Deep inside his heart, he knows home is where you are.
Hyunjin unpacks the paintings he brought, the flowers with all the symbolisms you had taught him and your beautiful figure in many shapes and poses he admired.
He smiles at the thought of you, wishing you were here with him to make his cold apartment warmer.
As he looks around, he can't even connect his current self to his past one, the rich famous artist who spent thousands of dollars on furniture only; the modern apartment is gray and depressing, a complete opposite of your sunlit house full of colorful flowers, art and knick-knacks, a place that is lived in unlike this toneless place.
Charlie arrives to his apartment at 10am sharp.
"Look who decided to fucking show up."- Charlie says, but still wears a grin on his face.
"Me."- Hyunjin shrugs with a small smile, knowing Charlie is probably pissed at him but he has always been good with keeping his emotions at bay; otherwise he wouldn't be able to do the work he does.
"I should beat you up right now, but your face is too pretty so I don't wanna ruin that."- his manager shakes his head. "But, don't ever pull this shit again."- he adds menacingly.
"I have new material."- Hyunjin ignores the threat, his guess was right.
"You do know that almost everything sold out in your gallery? I had to pull some of your older paintings out of my ass. People have been asking about you."
"Yeah, what people?"- Hyunjin scoffs. "People who don't even know shit about me."
"Listen, I don't know what kind of spiritual awakening you had wherever you ran off to, and honestly I don't care. All I need is for you to be back for good and run your own gallery, Hyunjin. It's your responsibility and you left it to me. You have certain duties, you're under a contract, might I add."
"Will you stop talking for a fucking second?"- Hyunjin's face turns into a scowl and Charlie's lips part in surprise.
"Let me say one goddamn thing without interrupting me. I know I left all of my responsibilities to you and I'm sorry about that. I admit it wasn't the best move. But, I'm glad I took a break because I have found my love for art again, I have a whole new collection of paintings for an exhibition I would like to dedicate to someone important to me."- Hyunjin says.
"Okay, let's see them."- Charlie shrugs.
"After this though, I don't want to work with you anymore."- Hyunjin shakes his head.
"What?"- Charlie looks shocked.
"I'm moving. And I want to have someone who can tend to my gallery when I'm not here, but that someone needs to be someone I can trust."
"I thought we were friends."
"What kind of friends are we, Charlie? You don't really care about me at all, let's face it."- Hyunjin says. "Let's not make this dramatic."- he adds quickly as he starts unwraping the paintings.
He can see that Charlie is seething but in this moment he doesn't care, all he wants to do is get everything done as quickly as possible so he can come back to you soon.
"We'll see about that, Hwang."- Charlie says coldly as Hyunjin lays the paintings down on the counter.
"Here."- he says, ignoring Charlie's threats again.
Charlie leans over them and inspects them.
Suddenly, he starts laughing and Hyunjin looks at him confusedly.
"What the fuck is this, Hyunjin?"- he asks.
"W-what do you mean?"
"This is such a downgrade from what you usually do. This is like a child's painting, not a professional's. Aren't you supposed to be a professional artist, hm?"
Hyunjin hears his mother through Charlie's venomous words.
"What am I supposed to do with these? For fucks sake, you've been gone for months and this is the shit you came back with? Some flowers and some random girl?"
"Don't call her a random girl. She's not just a random girl."- Hyunjin's blood boils.
"I don't care who she is. I can't sell these. This doesn't belong in the museum. You have ruined everything. Have you fallen in love, is that it? You know that's just a bunch of crap, you can't trust women. All they want is your money."- Charlie is getting angrier.
"Like you do?"- Hyunjin spits out, the anger he buried deep inside him bubbling up, all the years of listening to his mother yelling insults at him are culminating and the volcano that is his heart is about to burst and overflow, burning everything in its wake.
"I'm your manager for fucks sake! This is my job! I can't do shit with these! These won't make us any money, Hyunjin. Do better."
Do better. Do better. Do better.
His mother's voice echoes inside his head, needles pricking the skin where it hurts the most, digging up old wounds with sharp nails.
Hyunjin doesn't even realize what he's doing but his fist clenches and he lifts it up, his knuckles colliding with Charlie's face.
It's nothing like the movies, it doesn't make you feel better, only makes the beast called rage grow bigger inside him, his hand throbs with pain, his skin red.
There's an uncomfortable crack that he heard when he hit Charlie's face and his manager gasps, hand flying to his nose to catch the drops of blood that started flowing out of his nostrils.
Hyunjin has no idea what came over him, it all happened in what seems less than a second and he knows he's a lover, not a fighter, regret and disappointment in his own actions overflow him instantly.
"For this, I will see you in court, Hwang Hyunjin."- Charlie waves his finger, pressing the sleeve on his other arm to his nose.
He spits on the floor next to Hyunjin's shoe and turns around quickly, leaving the apartment with hurried steps, his shoulders tensed in anger.
Hyunjin had gotten himself in trouble, and his career was now at stake.
He had immediately found the best lawyer he could, the battle he was going into with his now ex manager, was going to be a huge one.
He's not sure if it was Charlie, but his number got leaked to the media, resulting in so much harassment that he had to go out and change it.
The only light in Hyunjin's life was the letter he had received from you.
The only thing that kept him going was the thought of going back to you, to your warm love that made him grow and that made his heart blossom.
As he held the paper in his hands and read it, tears formed in his eyes, a smile on his face creating a rainbow of feelings he only had for you.
Hyunjin cherished the letter more than any expensive thing he ever owned as there wasn't a price he could put on your love.
He kept it together with the sketchbook you have filled together, memories of the island and the day Luna was drawing with you filling the papers, and between the colorful pages a withered petal of a red gardenia, one that got stuck in your hair, one that Hyunjin had kept in a moment he wished he could taste your lips.
So, with a pen in his hand he sat down and looked at the foggy city before him, and began to write a letter for you.
My beautiful muse,
you've no idea how much I miss you. A piece of you may have left with me, but my whole heart stayed on the island with you. I wish I could see our petunias blossom and paint them together with you, but I can't. I'll try to be back as soon as possible. The city isn't treating me too well, I have some things I need to take care of and it is exhausting. Not having you next to me is making it even harder. I need your love and support more than ever. I will tell you everything once I come back, do not worry about me, my love.
And you should put up the paintings, they will go nicely with your other decor. Looking forward to seeing that.
I'm thinking of you and your embrace every day too.
I love you more than you can imagine.
Forever yours, Hyunjin.
The letter traveled all the way to the hands of the ship's crew member, tucked into his jacket pocket.
The man had taken his jacket off, putting it aside and forgetting about it as the wind started wilding, the faster the ship sailed, picking the letter up and whirling it in the air until it landed into the blue sea, to be forgotten and never to arrive where it was supposed to.
Hyunjin's days were long and exhausting, the debates he had with his lawyer were mind-numbing and tiring to his soul.
Charlie tried every possible slimy way to bring Hyunjin down, trying to make up scandals where there were none, trying to dig up secrets that never existed, trying to scratch at wounds Hyunjin thought had healed.
Hyunjin felt worn out, and you never answering to his letter got him worried at first.
He was scared that something had happened to you, but he didn't want his mind to go to dark places immediately.
As the days went by, Hyunjin couldn't help but feel progressively more sad and hopeless.
There was no rest for him as everything rained down on him, his manager, the constant back and forth, the media harassing him to the point he had to close his gallery for the time being, scared that he would never be able to reopen it.
Rumours were going around tainting his name and Hyunjin wished you had reached out to him.
He wished you were there, with your sweet smile, your kind hands, your loving heart, your saccharine kisses.
But, as the summer was coming to an end and he has never heard back from you, his heart started to wither even worse than before he had felt your love.
Had you stopped loving him? The thought of losing you broke his heart into pieces, the emptiness threatening to consume him.
Life had no meaning if he didn't have you in it.
And as he finally managed to win with only a minor amount of money he had to pay to Charlie, and he was free of the rumours, the media found someone else to torture and make their victim, leaving Hyunjin alone, he felt part of the weight lift off of his shoulders.
He opened up his gallery with the intention he had before, to tell your love story through his paintings, even though his heart was heavy, filled with doubt and fear.
When the dust completely settled, Hyunjin tried calling Isaac's house but Isaac never answered.
He knew that Isaac would contact him any way he could, so there was definitely something going on, Hyunjin could feel it.
And he got his confirmation when a letter had arrived to his new studio apartment.
At first, his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw it was coming from the island, thinking you had finally answered him.
He ripped it open only to find out that Isaac has died and has left his estate to Hyunjin.
Sitting in shock, Hyunjin couldn't even cry.
And while he packed his suitcase, he wondered what will await for him when he arrives there.
But, there was one more thing Hyunjin had to do before leaving the city behind.
He picked his phone up, dialing the number of his mother's phone, the house he grew up in but could never call a home.
"Hello?"- she picks up with an indifferent voice.
"It's me, Hyunjin."
"Oh, Hyunjin!"- she says, her voice becoming a little squeaky. "How's it going?"
"Look, there is something I have to say."- Hyunjin swallows, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him.
"Yes?"
"I forgive you."- he lets out a shaky breath. "For every time you put me down and made me feel worthless. For every time you made me cry and called me good for nothing. For never being a good mother, never telling me you love me or holding me close. I forgive you."- a weight slowly lifts off of his chest, as hot tears race down his warm cheeks.
He hears an inhale and then a scoff.
"I don't need your forgiveness. I did what I had to do."- cold to the very end, it's like his mother hadn't even listened to a word he said.
"Me too, mother. Goodbye."- Hyunjin hangs up before she can retaliate, letting himself cry for a few more moments before he gathers all his courage and leaves with his suitcase behind him.
Once again, stepping foot on the faithful ship that had brought him to you, a turmoil of emotions inside him now where once he was numb, fear being the most prominent emotion that reflects in the sea around him.
Fear that you have moved on, and that he has no one left in this world who would truly love him.
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Part One. . .Part Two. . .Part Three
A few weeks later, Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Vickie were hanging out in Robin's backyard. They were sprawled out on blankets, enjoying the cool summer evening air and watching Robin scribble into her journal as she translated their curse into Latin. Vickie was reading a book on witchcraft that she found at a bookstore in Indianapolis, her head on Robin's back. Eddie was trying to peak over his boyfriend's shoulder to get a glimpse at Steve's own notebook. Steve was coming up with his own potion ideas or trying to.
"Would you quit it? Your hair is tickling my chin," Steve said affectionately.
"I finished working on the campaign for Hellfire. I'm bored now," Eddie pouted.
"Take a nap," Steve said.
Eddie scowled and grinned.
"Fine."
Eddie crawled on top of Steve, his back pressed up against Steve’s as he spread out his entire body to line up against his. He leaned his head back against Steve’s and crossed his arms.
"I didn't mean on me!" Steve exclaimed.
"You love it when I fall asleep on you!" Eddie yelled.
"This is an awkward way to do it, Eddie," Steve sighed.
"Would the Peanut Gallery please be quiet? I am trying to translate English into Latin here. . .or do you not want me to finish the curse?" Robin asked.
"It sounds like you're getting frustrated, baby," Vickie said, closing her book and shuffling to lay next to Robin. "Do you want to take a break and get some food for that beautiful brain of yours?"
"That's delightful," Robin said. "Pizza?"
"Ooh, yes!" Eddie exclaimed. "Your parents going to want some?"
"No, they said before they left that they're going to take Wayne out again," Robin said.
"Jesus, they're also taking him away for the weekend. They trying to knock him up?" Eddie asked.
"I don't know, but it's definitely getting pretty serious," Robin said. "They said they wanted to talk to us before they went away. I should have told you that earlier."
"Damn, it is serious," Eddie whistled.
"Looks like you are going to be cousins," Steve said.
"There are worse people to be related to," Robin said and Eddie grinned.
"And my uncle deserves to be taken care of for once," Eddie said.
"And my parents are very loving. They love to love," Robin beamed and then frowned. "I'm telling you right now, though, I am not sharing a room with you. You'll share with Steve."
"Oh, living in the same bedroom as my boyfriend. . . The horror. . .whatever shall I do?" Eddie asked dramatically and rolled off Steve.
He snuggled up to Steve’s side and planted a big wet kiss on his cheek.
"Okay, so pizza!"
The sun was starting to fade when Argyle pulled up in his van. He had started working at the local pizza place after spring break along with Jonathan.
"Oh, thanks for inviting us, man," Argyle said to Robin as she guided both of them to her backyard.
"We're more than glad to have you," Robin said as Vickie came to help her with the pizzas. "I just hope you don't mind eating out here."
"I love eating under an open sky," Argyle said.
They set the pizzas on the patio table as Eddie and Steve brought out more chairs.
"Nancy couldn't make it?" Steve asked.
"Oh, she's busy trying to get back into Emerson," Jonathan said.
"Oh, she's going to get in. There's nothing that she couldn't tackle," Steve said.
"Definitely, they're definitely going to regret kicking her out," Jonathan said, sharing a grin with Steve and pausing. "Uh, Nancy and I both moved on from each other. . ."
"Yeah, I've moved on, too," Steve grinned and wrapped an arm around Eddie's waste. "Isn't that right, stud?"
"Oh, yeah," Eddie grinned as he let Steve pull him into his lap. "Screw the other chair, I guess."
"You, too?" Jonathan asked.
"Eddie," Steve gasped. "Are you seeing Jonathan, too?"
"Not that I'm aware of," Eddie said in confusion.
"No, I mean, you moved on with a guy, too?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah," Steve said and looked at Argyle questionly.
"Oh, yeah, it's me," Argyle said and pulled Jonathan into his lap.
"Oh, well, I guess it was pointless bringing out those two extra chairs," Robin said.
"I realized I was bisexual in California," Jonathan blushed. "I just didn't know how to tell Nancy that I had fallen for someone else."
"And I, of course, follow my heart wherever it leads me," Argyle said, squeezing Jonathan's hip.
"Well, you don't follow someone halfway across the country after being shot at, and then stay with them after the hell you been through if you're not in love with them," Jonathan said, blushing. "Even I could see that."
"Worth it," Argyle said.
He cupped the back of Jonathan's neck and pulled him in for a quick kiss. Jonathan smiled against his lips before pulling back, his cheeks red.
"Although, I don't know, I think I'm always going to be a little bit in love with Nancy Wheeler," Jonathan said. "Which Argyle totally gets."
"Yeah, I've talked about that with Eddie," Steve smiled. "She's a hard woman to get over."
"Tell me about it," Jonathan said.
"I definitely have a Nancy shaped spot in my heart," Steve said and pointed to his chest. "Right here, according to Eddie."
"Really? Because Jonathan's is right here," Argyle said, pointing to a different spot on Jonathan's chest.
"Hm, interesting," Eddie said, thoughtfully.
"Okay, as cute as this is that we've discovered that none of us are straight, I am hungry," Robin said. "Let's eat, translating english to Latin is hard work."
"Why are you doing that?" Jonathan asked as they dug into the food.
As they ate, Robin told Jonathan and Argyle all about their coven. Argyle thought it was cool, but Jonathan wasn't so sure about it.
"What's the problem? It's not like it's real," Robin said.
"Okay, but up until the summer of 85, you didn't think another world existed underneath Hawkins," Jonathan pointed out.
"Okay, that's a fair point," Robin said. "We've all been doing this for weeks, and nothing's happened. . .not even a flicker."
"Still," Jonathan said. "Why test fate? I mean, how did this happen anyway?"
"Well, Steve and I got bored one day after my parents told me that I was descended from witches," Robin said. "It was only going to be us, but then Steve brought Eddie over, then Eddie invited Vickie over. . .and so now, we're all working to figure out a way to place a curse on Steve's dad. Of course, it's not real, so nothing's going to happen, but it's fun to think about."
"Ooh, you've got room for a couple more witches?" Argyle asked.
"Argyle," Jonathan protested.
"Nancy's right. You are your mother's son," Argyle said. "There's nothing to worry about, babe."
Jonathan sighed as he stared at his boyfriend.
"I suppose I do worry a lot," he said. "Is there room in your coven?"
"There's plenty of room," Robin grinned.
"Oh, yes! You guys are so cute!" Vickie said with a smile. "Though not as cute as me and Robin."
"Nice save, my sweet bread," Robin said.
After they finished their pizza, Robin and Steve rushed to their room to grab the supplies. They set it up and pushed the initiatives into the middle of the circle.
"Okay, I feel like we're forgetting something," Steve said.
"Fire extinguisher, sweetheart," Eddie said.
"Thanks," Steve said and rushed back in to retrieve it.
"Okay, so the last few times, they took off their shirts to enscribe runes on their torsos, but you don't have to do that," Robin said.
Argyle didn't hesitate and shed his tops. Jonathan stared at him nervously, licking his lips before doing the same as they kneeled in front of each other.
"So, what do we paint?" Jonathan asked.
"Anything you want, really," Robin said.
"Robin and Steve chose to paint genitals," Eddie grinned.
Argyle laughed as he chose to draw a pineapple in the center of Jonathan's chest. Jonathan snickered as he drew a pot leaf in the middle of Argyle's.
"To each their own," Robin smiled.
They watched as Jonathan took the potion from Steve and dabbed it on Argyle before giving it to him to let him do the same. Jonathan took it back from Argyle and put it on his lips before kissing his boyfriend. With both of them on their knees, Jonathan wrapped his arms around Argyle's neck and pulled himself closer. Argyle wrapped his arms around Jonathan's waist as they both deepened the kiss, moaning into each other's mouth. Jonathan quickly pulled back, swallowing.
"Woah, head rush," Jonathan and Argyle said.
"It's cute how someone always chooses to kiss their partners even though they don't have to," Robin said.
Jonathan and Argyle held hands as they faced them. Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Vickie stood in front of them, holding hands as well. Robin didn't need the notebook anymore, as she had memorized the spell. Robin opened her mouth to begin when Steve suddenly made a noise with his mouth.
"What's wrong, Popeye?" Robin asked.
"Oh, I suddenly thought about Chrissy. . .she would have loved this," Steve said.
"She would?" Eddie asked.
"Oh, she thought witches were fascinating. . .I wish she was here," Steve said.
"Yeah, me too," Vickie said.
"Yeah," Eddie said. "I definitely would have loved to see her reaction to this."
Robin gave them a minute to think about Chrissy before opening her mouth to begin the chant. Once the spell was over, Jonathan and Argyle began to clean the paint off each other when the wind began to pick up.
"Does anyone feel a little tingly?" Vickie asked.
"Yeah, does that not usually happen?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, no, but I'm sure that just means it's going to storm," Robin said, looking up at the darkening sky.
The wind started to blow harder, and the flames on the candles flickered before going out all together. Suddenly, the sound of thunder was heard, followed by lightning.
"Uh, doesn't lightning usually come first?" Steve asked.
"Usually," Vickie frowned.
"Uh, we should probably go inside," Robin said. "Gather everything up."
They quickly grabbed everything and rushed inside. They made it just in time. The thunder clapped loudly, and then the rain came pouring down.
"Are you sure we didn't just cast a real spell?" Jonathan asked.
"I'm not so sure," Robin said, looking at the rain.
Meanwhile. . .in Roane County Cemetery. . .
A rat skiddered along the ground, trying to dodge the rain and look for food as well. He ran towards the grave that sat underneath the tree, taking cover from the rain. He sniffed at it, looking at the headstone. If he could read, he would have understood what it had said: Christine Elizabeth Cunningham. Just as he was about to move away, a hand shot out from the grave. It wrapped itself tightly around the rat, causing it to squeak as the hand's nails dug into it. Blood dripped from the rat and down into the grave.
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[Maxie] Zeus | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician
Synopsis: Before Maxie Zeus became part of Batman's rogue's gallery, he was a mild history professor in Gotham University, working in the same department as Vivian. Though married, he admits to himself and some of his colleagues his infatuation towards Vivian. But nothing stays innocent in Gotham City.
Maximillian Zeus is a horrible person. How could he have these thoughts about his new and much younger colleague while he has a wife and child?! But how couldn't he either? The new Symbology and Iconography, and Art History professor was as beautiful as Aphrodite. Her red hair reminded him of Sandro Botticelli's The Birth of Venus, her pois of the three Graces---the Charities, who are the goddesses of beauty, grace, and charm — or she could be Helen. Homer never really gave an explanation on how Helen looked and the woman remained somewhat of a mystery in all stories. All that was known of her was her treachery towards her husband, and to have been the most beautiful woman of all, hence the saying: the face that launched a thousand ships.
“Everyone, let's all give Professor Vivian Pryor a warm welcome---Justin, you're both around the same age, I'm sure you can show her around?” Said Gregory.
Justin Kirk, a young, handsome, and outgoing man, which was everything that Maxie Zeus wasn't, happily went to greet Vivian first with a shake of a hand and said, “Leave it to me, we young folk gotta stick together.”
Vivian laughed, it was perfect in Maxie's opinion. The right kind of laugh for a woman. Soft, melodic, not the kind that reminds him of harpies and crones. “I guess so. I'm just glad to find someone here who might know my pop culture reference.”
“You watched Star Wars?”
Vivian winced, “Can't say I have.”
“Lord of the Rings?”
“Yes.”
Justin hummed for a moment in thought. “What are your thoughts on the Beatles?”
Vivian smirked. “I grew up in Liverpool.”
“Football team?”
“Manchester,” she gave him a quizzical look.
Justine grinned. “We'll get along just fine. Welcome to GU.”
“Thanks, it's great to be back here, actually.”
To explain, Gregory informed everyone that Vivian was a student of Gotham University when studying for her Bachelors degree, then she took her Masters as a scholar in Italy, supported by her mentor there, Sebastian Rossi and then back at Gotham again in GU where she was mentored by the current Dean of their college. Many were in awe to know about her background, especially when Vivian turns out to be just in her twenties.
Vivian was given the desk beside Kirk, which was a desk in front of him. So it was him, then Marge's desk, then Vivian's. It wasn't the most ideal but it gave Maxie the chance to see her every day, even if it was just her red hair.
Stop.
He should stop this.
He's married.
He has a daughter.
He has a happy family.
No sarcasm there. They really were happy!
But then again, what's so bad with an office crush, right? It's not really cheating if he just admires a young and beautiful woman from afar, right?
Right… He'll just keep telling himself that.
And he does keep telling himself that for the future that comes as he would often look across his and Marge’s table to see Vivian Pryor, or come to the office a little early so he could be one of the first few to greet her good morning. Always just a greeting and never a conversation. He has no reason to talk to her anyway, they have different interests aside from their work, and it looks like Justin Kirk also has interest in her and he has a better shot with her too.
Until Vivian came to his table to talk to him.
“Is that your daughter?” Her voice startled him. Turning, he saw Vivian standing there in her iconic tweed jacket, and earth tone clothes – today she opted to wear a blouse and skirt than her usual trousers — and boots. Her hair was pulled to a low bun being held by a pencil. A sharp pencil, he observed.
“Yes,” Maxie found his voice again. “Yes, she is.”
“What's her name?”
“Medea.”
A smile krept to her face. “A bold choice, but I can see in her eyes that she is as strong as her namesake.”
Maxie chuckled. “Yeah, she's — she's headstrong. I just hope she doesn't do whatever Medea did with Jason and their children.”
“Women's wrath,” Vivian shrugged. “You have a beautiful family, Professor Zeus. Your wife is so beautiful too.”
“Thank you, I'll make sure to tell her.”
Great, even she sees that this little crush is wrong.
“Anything I can do for you, Professor Pryor?” Maxie asked.
“Vivian's fine. And yes, I was going to ask for the keys to the storage. I wanted to borrow the Overhead projector to show something to my class, and they said that you are the master of keys to all our department's assets.”
“Right, right, um…” Zeus got up from his desk. “Well, I'm not really the master of keys, but I just—I fixed the system with it. Here.” He brought her to the wall where the key holders were, each key hung with a label on its loop, and at the side was a form that had names, signatures, details, and time. “Um, just write your name here, the time you took the key, the item you borrowed, and the time you returned the key and item. Do you need any help with getting the projector to your class?”
“No, I got it, but thanks,” Vivian smiled at him and went to sign on the form then took the key. “I'll make sure to remember where I took it from. Thanks again, Professor Zeus.”
“No problem, Professor Pryor.”
That was the first conversation he had with Vivian. A simple on but it meant a lot to him too, and it stuck with him until his downfall.
~*~
Vivian's career was skyrocketing with her research getting published. Many academic publishers bid on her work but only one got it with the best offer. A year working in academia as a professor in Gotham University, she is now getting what every scholar dreams of: getting their works published and recognized. They were all invited to her book launch, and were one of the first few to get a copy of her book too. Everything was going so well for her with the money she was getting from her books, the recognition, publicity, and offers for her studies.
Then it happened.
During her book launch, a murder took place. Her agent was killed and hanged for display in the middle of her talk, and a knife was thrown at her direction. If it hadn’t been for billionaire-playboy, Bruce Wayne, Vivian would have been dead.
The case went on for weeks. Vivian was placed under police protection, which meant she can’t go to work. She was just stuck in whatever place they chucked her in. Then, a miracle happened.
Rather, the Bat happened.
The next day, they saw an article about Batman and Professor Vivian Pryor stopping Blackfire’s cult. The cult ran by Deacon Blackfire believed bathing in the blood of humans would make them immortal, and for some reason, they wanted Vivian to be the sacrifice for their ritual that night, and to get to her, they scared her to hide until they could find her in one place. But it was the other way around, it was Vivian and the Bat who found them in their catacombs.
The second take of her book launch took place in Wayne Tower, and based on rumors, Wayne paid for everything as well. As a way to thank her as Vivian would be giving half of the revenue she’s getting to the Wayne Foundation to help Gotham City.
“They look a little cozy,” Marge whispered to their little group as they watched Vivian and Bruce Wayne talk at the corner. Smiles never disappearing.
Justin scoffed. “Please, Wayne’s just trying to get into her pants. We all know his M.O.”
“I don’t know, that looks like a man who isn’t just after that,” Gregory laughed. “It would be interesting if that happens, right?”
“It’s just a one-night stand and Wayne is going to forget about Via,” said Justin.
“Oh, don’t be like that, Justin,” Katherine told him. “Maybe it’s just Wayne socializing.”
“It better be.”
Maxie agrees.
But that wasn’t the case. The next day, they learned that Vivian was asked out on a date by Bruce Wayne, but an emergency happened that cancelled it, then a couple of days later, Wayne personally went to GU to ask her out again. They went dancing that Friday, and the next school day, Vivian told Marge and Katherine what they did and what surprised him and Justin was that Wayne and her didn’t have sex, and that Wayne wanted to see her again.
Then it happened, Bruce Wayne became a reoccurring face in GU, and whenever he was there, it was always for Vivian.
It was official. Bruce Wayne and Vivian Pryor were dating.
It seems, like Dionysus, while the god had Aphrodite as a wife, it was Ares who won the goddess’ heart and love.
~*~
It always starts with death.
The madness came when his wife died. It was a robbery gone wrong, said the GCPD. The thieves thought no one was at home, but then they saw his wife and they shot her, took what they could and ran. Medea Zeus was in her room that time, asleep, and when she woke up she saw her mother’s body on the ground in a pool of blood.
It was from that tragedy, that grief that made the mild man, Maximilian Zeus, to start these delusions of him being the very mythological god he teaches to his students. He was Zeus.
~*~
“I can’t believe it,” Vivian said as she looked at the Bat Computer's monitor that had the photo of Zeus with his gang. “How –”
“We both know how,” Batman muttered. “I’m sorry, Viv.”
Vivian sat on the chair beside Bruce’s and massaged her temples to try and grasp what she was seeing. A couple of days ago, Batman was dealing with a case from Commissioner Gordon about a new crime lord that’s rising in Gotham by the name of Zeus. At first Vivian shrugged it off, believing it was just some Greek mythology fanatic, it was best she doesn’t meddle with Batman’s cases and focus on her own work and with Dick, who was still undergoing training before he could wear the mask and cape.
But now…
“Do you remember the last time you saw him?” Bruce asked her.
“Yeah, it was at his wife’s funeral. We all went there to give our condolences and to see how Medea was. She saw her mother’s body that night and was the one who called 911.”
Batman’s jaw clenched in anger at the thought of another child witnessing another tragedy.
“How is she? The girl?”’
“She wasn’t talking then, Max said she hasn’t talked since calling 911,” Vivian sighed. “After that, Max went on a bereavement leave and extended it for a couple of more weeks, then we never heard from him since. Some say he left Gotham with his daughter, too distraught to go through the proper paperwork to resign and leave that he just did.”
“No communication since then?”
“No. I can’t ever imagine him becoming a crime lord — Max was this timid and mild man who adores his wife and daughter, and he wouldn’t hurt a fly! He even tends to the university garden.”
Bruce doesn’t really remember Maximillian Zeus that much, the man was the person who would blend in the background of a photograph, and he would notice him whenever Vivian points at his direction. He remembers her calling him the Master of Keys in their department because the man fixed their chaotic key holder and other assets too.
“Bruce, I don’t meddle in your affairs as Batman, but…” Vivian took his hand, holding it tight. “Not too harsh. He’s a good man who – I think – spiraled after the death of his wife. He needs help.”
“I promise, Vivian,” Bruce said to her. “I’ll make sure to deal with Zeus without inflicting harm.”
“But if push comes to shove… if you need to, then do so. I want you back here, okay, Batman?”
This time he smiled, pulling down his cowl, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Yes, Ma’am.”
~*~
She was walking to the bus station when it happened. The sun was just about to set, there were many bystanders, and traffic seems to be on her side, which was why when they came, Vivian was caught off guard. It was a black sedan that parked right in front of her at the bus stop, and before she could even react after realizing the traffic light wasn’t red, the door opened and a taser shocked her to unconsciousness.
In the middle of the day, she was kidnapped with a simple taser to knock her out.
Gotham City, everyone.
Waking up, Vivian was met by silk sheets and a soft bed, but she knew that this wasn’t Wayne Manor. It didn’t have the smell of the place nor the comfort it brings her. She knew Bruce’s bed intimately to know that this wasn’t it too. So where was she?
It was a lavish looking room – she’ll admit it – with a bed decorated with a large clam as its grame, the walls were marble white with Greek pillars to support the structure. Where the fuck was she? And what happened to her clothes? She was no longer wearing her blouse and trousers, nor her jacket and shoes, all she was wearing was a chiton with her hair tangled with ornaments – gold.
“Ah, Aphrodite!” The door opened.
“Max?” Vivian gasped.
“Goddess of beauty, how are you?” Max approached her but Vivian immediately jumped out of the bed to get away from him. “My love!”
Nothing about this felt right. This wasn’t the Max she knew, Maximillian Zeus wouldn’t talk like that, nor would he walk around wearing a peplos and himation. And he would wear underwear too!
“Max – Professor Zeus — ”
“Yes, it is I, Zeus! God of Thunder! King of Olympus!”
“No…” Vivian whispered. “No,” she said firmly. “You are Professor Maximillian Zeus — you teach history and classics in Gotham University! You had a wife –”
“Yes,” he said sadly. “Hera's passing has weakened Olympus.”
Vivian looked at in in disbelief. He can't possibly –
“That is why for the sake of Olympus and my daughter, the Princess Medea, I am in need of a new wife.”
The way he looked at her brought a chill down Vivian's spine.
“No,” Vivian said.
“But you will. And you must, for Olympus and Princess Medea –”
“Where is Medea?!” Vivian exclaimed, worried for the girl. “Where is she, Max?”
He was silent for a time, looking at her, then he called for one of his men. The door opened and appeared a man holding a little girl's hand. Medea looked frightened but still did not speak. She trembled in fear with the man and with her Father who took her from him.
“Medea!” Vivian ran to her. The child pulled her hand from her father's grasp and wrapped her arms around Vivian. “It's okay, it's going to be okay.”
Medea hid her face at Vivian's clothes and held her tight.
“I'll get us out of here,” Vivian whispered.
“My love, do you really think I do not know of you?” Zeus spoke, with a smirk. “You may be Aphrodite but I know that you are a child of the Hecate. The goddess of magic and sorcery. My studies have helped me in building this fortress, it is protect by a seal that prevents magic users to escape from it. You are bound here with me, my love.”
Vivian's hold on Medea tightened and she hid the girl behind her. “Professor, please, stop this. You're scaring your daughter. Is this how you want Medea to remember you?”
“She is a Princess of Olympus, she must learn the ways if she wishes to take the throne some day. If not, then our children will.”
Vivian glared at him. “Like hell that would happen.”
“We shall see, my love,” Zeus walked up to her and grabbed Vivian by her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. “One way or another, you will give me sons to create an army.”
Vivian spat at him, and with it Zeus backhanded her, sending her to the ground with Medea holding her. Protecting her from her father.
No more, was what the child wanted to say. Please, stop this.
Zeus only looked at them for a moment and then left.
Getting up, Vivian flexed her jaw to check if it was broken, then she tried to use her magic. Zeus wasn't bluffing, she can't use magic. If it was his delusion that had him stumble upon this, then he was damn lucky. But for her and Medea, all they can do was wait – either for the right time to strike and escape or for Batman to save them.
~*~
Angry was an understatement. Batman, Bruce Wayne, was livid to know what happened to Vivian. For days, he's been looking for her after learning from Alfred and Dick that Vivian never got to the Manor nor has she called either of them. He searched Gotham for her, questioning every enemy he has faced, showing them that he wasn't fucking around. No one touches Vivian Pryor. Else they get the Bat.
Then one key witness, a bystander, said to Batman that they saw Vivian get tased and tossed in a car with a customized plate: PEGASUS. He didn't need to go to the registry nor the computer to figure out who has Vivian. He went straight to Zeus’ New Olympus.
Climbing the tower, battling every one of Zeus’ henchmen, Batman made it to the very top of the penthouse where Zeus resides and is holding Vivian and Medea hostage. Upon entering the floor, he was met by a Greek-styled suite that resembles Olympus from those picture books, then sitting on his elevated throne was Maximillian Zeus himself, looking tall and strong. Then at his side, sitting at a much smaller throne was Vivian, who was chained to her throne with Medea clinging to her like a babe clings to her mother.
“Batman!” Vivian got up with Medea but she couldn't take a step with the chain around her ankle.
“Viv,” Batman whispered, relieved to see her alright, but that relief disappeared when he saw the bruise on her cheek and the cut on her lip. Turning to Zeus, Batman growled, “You touched her.”
“She is my wife. My property, I do as I please,” said Zeus.
That struck a nerve.
“You better choose your words carefully, Zeus,” Batman sneered. “She is not your wife. She is your hostage. I'll ask you once, and handle this carefully out of respect for Professor Pryor's wishes. Let them go and surrender.”
Zeus laughed, his laughter booming in the suite, then he exclaimed: “You dare tell me, a king – a god – what to do? You are nothing! I am your King!”
“You are no king, nor will you ever be a king of mine. I'll ask one last time: let them go and surrender, Zeus.”
Zeus got up from his throne, bringing with him his thunderbolt – a technology he stole from one of the warehouses he raided – and unclasped the clip of his peplos, leaving him shirtless as he faced the Dark Knight.
“You have always envied my position, Hades,” Zeus sneered at Batman.
Inaccurate and very much untrue for both the mythology and for Bruce Wayne. If she wasn't a hostage with a child, Vivian would have laughed at the irony of what he said, but that wasn’t the case.
“Do you really think I will simply let you take my wife and child, my kingdom, Hades?”
Batman sighed. “I'm sorry, Viv. But he hurt you.”
Reaching for his cape, he discarded the thing and threw it across the room, leaving him with his uniform, cowl, and utility belt.
“I’m not leaving without Vivian,” Bruce declared.
“Then this is a battle for her hand. Beat me and you shall have – oof!”
Before Zeus could finish, Batman punched him across the face, and kneed him at the stomach.
Vivian hid Medea from the sight of her father getting beaten up. Getting up from the throne, Vivian circled the thing as far as she could and hid behind it with Medea with her. Placing the child down, Vivian told her to stay put while they looked for a way to get out of there. If only she could erase the seal that Zeus that traps her magic, she’s seen the marks while captive and have tried to erase the thing but Zeus have intervened and used force to keep her from doing so. He hasn’t done anything drastic, as forcing himself to her, but he has hit her a couple of times, hence the bruise on her cheek, the black eye, and the cut on her lip.
“Professor,” Medea spoke the for the first time.
“Yes, Medea?” Vivian sighed in relief when the child spoke.
The girl held up her palms, showing the red ink on them. Was that blood?
“Medea! Where did you get that?!” Vivian held the girl’s hands. How did she not notice them?
“Daddy said you have magic. I promise not to tell… please bring back my Daddy,” Medea sobbed.
That wasn’t blood.
Those were the marks Zeus used to seal her magic.
Vivian held the girl’s hands and lets her magic flow through her magic once again.
“I will. Stay here, okay?”
Medea nodded.
Removing the cloak around her, Vivian wrapped it around the girl and stood from the ground and walked towards the sight of Batman battling Zeus. While Bruce was exceptional, Zeus had his thunderbolt.
“Kaerb eht niahc.”
The sound of her voice casting a spell distracted Bruce for a moment. Turning to the direction of the throne, he felt the change in the winds, the shift of power. Vivian’s magic was back, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her glowing gold eyes, and the magic exhuming from her body.
“Aphrodite, wife! What have you done?!” Zeus exclaimed. “You let the three-faced goddess take you!”
Vivian held her palm towards Zeus. A force lifted the man from the ground and forced him to drop the bolt to the ground. With her magic, Vivian flew from the ground and hovered over Zeus, her glare never faltering and the glow in her eyes intensifying.
“My love, have mercy! It is I, your husband!” Zeus exclaimed.
“Enough!” Vivian spoke, her voice laced with layers of voices that Bruce haven’t heard. “If you truly love me, Zeus, then surrender. Free me and Medea, and surrender.”
“A king never surrenders!”
Vivian frowned. “Then I am sorry, Professor Zeus,” her voice returned to the same voice that Bruce knew all too well. Placing a finger on Zeus’ forehead, she cast a spell: “Peels, sueZ.”
The man’s eyes fluttered, trying to fight the spell, but he eventually fell asleep and slumped against the force that held him in the air. With Zeus knocked out, Vivian got them down and settled the man down at the ground, kicking the bolt away from him.
“Vivian,” Bruce went to her side, holding her arms to see how she was. Aside from the bruises on her face and her arms where Zeus must have grabbed her, she was alright. Seeing them, Bruce pressed his forehead against hers and whispered, “I am so sorry for taking this long.”
“It’s okay… I’m sorry for not escaping sooner. He had a circle that kept me from using my magic, my love.” Vivian whispered. “Medea!” She realized.
“The girl,” Bruce agreed.
Pulling away, Vivian and Bruce ran to the throne where she left the girl. Still hiding behind it, they saw the girl hiding under the cloak that Vivian used to wrap around her. Scooping her into her arms, Vivian carried Medea and pulled back the hood.
“It’s over now, Medea,” Vivian told her.
“Is Daddy…” Medea trailed off, her eyes on her knocked out father.
“He’s just sleeping.”
“Okay… I want to go home now, Professor Pryor,” Medea muttered.
“We’ll get you out of here and get you somewhere safe,” Batman told her and offered to take the girl from Vivian.
“He’s a friend,” Vivian told her when Medea showed hesitation.
Seeing that Vivian trusted Batman, Medea held out her arms to Batman, letting him carry her.
“Everything alright now, Medea. I promise,” Batman swore.
~*~
Harvey Bullock came to the crime scene to apprehend Zeus after getting a call from Vivian Pryor about it. But when they arrived, Vivian Pryor and the girl, Medea Zeus, were missing, and all that was Zeus and his henchmen tied up with a note stuck on Zeus saying he needs to go to Arkham not a jail.
Unknowing to Bullock, Batman and Vivian were at the roof of a building across where Zeus made his New Olympus, with them was Medea who held onto Batman, not wanting to fall off a great height.
“Will they take Daddy?” Medea asked.
“They’ll take him somewhere that would help him,” said Vivian. “Let’s go, we can leave her with Commissioner Gordon.”
Batman agreed. “You both will be safe with Gordon. He’ll inform Wayne about this as well.” As they prepared to use Batman’s grappling and Vivian to fly using her magic, he adjusted his hold on Medea so she would be secure in his arms.
“Do you want to fly?” Batman asked the girl when she hid her face at the crook of his neck.
Medea looked up to him and nodded.
“Then keep your eyes open, this is just like flying,” Batman smiled at her.
Firing his grappling, Batman jumped down and swung down, building to building with Vivian flying beside him. In his arms the girl, Medea, smiled for the first time since seeing her mother’s body in their home.
~*~
“Viv, how are you?” Justin was the first to greet her as she entered the faculty office with a still bruised cheek. “Shit, I can’t believe Maxie would do this.”
“Me neither,” Vivian sighed. “But it’s okay now. Medea is now will be staying with her grandparents, and Zeus will be sent to Arkham to be rehabilitated.”
Days after the incident, Vivian was given paid-offs to rest after the whole ordeal. Her boss told her to stay at home for at least two weeks, that kidnapping was nothing to take lightly, and while Bruce agrees, Vivian was adamant in going back to work. Hence, her presence at the faculty office.
“You really should stay at home, Via,” said Katherine.
“I told her the same thing, maybe you could convince her,” Bruce appeared at the door of their faculty office.
“Mr. Wayne!” One of the professors gasped.
Vivian sighed. “Bruce, please.”
“You left this in the car,” he held up her packed lunch. “Alfred’s famous soup and sandwiches.”
Smiling, she got on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, my love. And thank you, Alfred. But I am ready to go back to work. I promise!”
Bruce sighed. “I’ll pick you up after work.” He then turned to her colleagues and said, “Please make sure she doesn’t escape to take the bus home.”
Katherine and Marge giggled and said: “We’ll do our best.”
The sound of her huffing had Bruce turn to Vivian and saw her pouting. Taking her hand, he pulled her out of the faculty office, earning teasing cheers from the others, and brought her to a dark hallway where he had her caged against the wall.
“Bruce,” she began.
“I just want you safe,” he said.
“I know,” Vivian cupped his face and got on her toes to kiss him. “Thank you, Batman.”
Wrapping his arms around her, Bruce kissed her deeply and didn’t want to let go if it were not for the sound of students about to pass by them.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Vivian asked.
“We can only hope from here on,” Bruce said to him. “I sent a gift to Medea earlier, she might get it by tomorrow. Hopefully, her experience with her father doesn’t create a hatred towards Greek mythology.”
Vivian smiled and said, “I’m sure that won’t be the case… now, go to work! Wayne Enterprise won’t run by itself!”
“I will, but just one last,” he kissed her again. “Viv.”
“Yes?”
“Are you willing to wait for me?”
“What?” she laughed.
“It might take a while but will you wait for the day I have a ring and get down on one knee?”
Vivian laughed. “Bruce, come on! We just got back a couple of months ago, don’t you think it’s too early to ask?”
“I guess,” Bruce kissed her again. While she laughed it off now, Bruce knew then and there that this was the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with and he wasn’t going to let her go. Not even if it meant battling gods.
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i have this idea for a fic but i cant write, lol so im dropping it in your ask box cause youre like the best yandere writer i know on here so here it is:
you running away from yandere!heeseung when you had the chance, then you encountered a nice guy (i imagine to probably be sunghoon) and then you tell him all bout you running away, heeseung, all that stuff. butttt here's the twist.. hoon has been stalking you for a looong time so yeah kind of like reader got away from a yandere just to end up with another yandere 💥
Omggg thank you for writing in! I'm so glad to hear that from you 😊 here it is sorry for the long wait! Hope you like it!
You’d been running for days, constantly looking over your shoulder, heart pounding. Heeseung, with his unsettling gaze and obsessive demeanor, was always one step behind. It was terrifying, knowing that someone so fixated was out to find you.
His words and actions are no doubt trauma for you.
It started all nice and romantic, Heeseung was the sweetest guy you've ever met and no doubt, you have fallen in love with this beautiful man. But things started to get handy.
Ever since you guys officially got together, he has been possessive. Like to an extreme amount.
To the point where you felt suffocated and scared. You tried to talk to him about it but he always turned to the same behaviour.
You couldn't take it anymore and decided to break up with him... Which obviously didn't turn out well.
"Heeseung... I... I'm sorry. I... Let's break up."
You said not looking at him. You didn't want to see any of that madness in his eyes.
"Baby... Was that a joke? Or..."
His tone wasn't warm.... It was cold. As if, if you said "no" the next second, he would tear you into pieces.
But you can't let fear over take you.
"No. I'm serious Heeseung. I want to break up with you."
And there... Boom!
You ended up in his basement for 3 weeks.
For 3 weeks, you have been trying to run. Of course failing almost every time.
But that day... You finally got out of his grip.
Then, amidst your frantic escape, you stumbled upon someone who seemed like a beacon of calm.
Sunghoon, with his warm smile and kind eyes, offered you a moment of respite.
You poured your heart out, telling him everything: how you’d been fleeing from Heeseung, how his intense obsession made your life a nightmare.
Sunghoon listened patiently, offering comforting words and seeming genuinely concerned. You felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe you’d finally found safety.
"I'm sorry to hear that Y/n... I'm here now... I will take care of you..."
But as the days went on, you began to notice little things. Sunghoon was always there, just when you needed him. It seemed like he had an uncanny ability to show up at the right place and time.
"Oh? Sunghoon? What are you doing in my house?"
"Here! I bought you some chocolate. I thought you might need this right now."
"Oh my god that's so sweet of you... How did you know that I am in desperate need of this right now?"
You smiled and took the chocolate from his hand.
"Every time you fail a test, you always get chocolates to cheer yourself up, don't you?"
He said with a proud smile.
But... You have never told him that... And you never told him that you failed your most recent test...
So... How does he know?
But at that time, you were too innocent to even notice this was odd.
Eventually, a year later, you and Sunghoon got into a relationship.
One evening, as you were looking through Sunghoon's phone, as your phone ran out of battery and you desperately needed a phone to do some research.
Curiousity got into you and somehow, you decided to open up Sunghoon's gallery.
you came across something unsettling. A series of photos you didn’t remember taking.
They showed you in various locations, from moments of vulnerability to everyday scenes.
Your heart sank as you realized these were taken by Sunghoon.
Confronting him, you saw a shift in his demeanor. His warm smile faded, replaced by a more intense, calculating gaze.
You sensed danger. Your body is telling you to run, and of course, you followed what your body told you to do.
You ran for your life.
Why have you never noticed anything?
“You didn’t think you’d escape that easily, did you?” he whispered next to your ears and he caught up to you.
"I didn't plan all this just to let you escape..."
He said and smirked.
"What... What do you mean?"
"You know... I could have just given you a backup phone... I'm not that stupid Y/n.."
"I want you to know how much I love you... And you should love me as much too..."
The realization hit hard. You had run from one yandere, only to fall into the grasp of another.
Sunghoon’s obsession, hidden behind a facade of kindness, was just as consuming.
The cycle of escape and obsession seemed never-ending, leaving you to confront the stark reality of your situation.
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Camp Wiegman-Part 77
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle
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Saturday, April 2; 1:50 PM - Downtown.
Time is passing. Only one week remains before the holidays. I'm eager to get there. Lucy and I have agreed that I will give my all during these last weeks so that I can relax afterward. It's tough. I'm barely with my friends at school anymore, but I want to be ready for the big day. They know and understand that. Another thing that's hard is that Lucy doesn’t show me any affection at school. Ever since Wiegman found out, she's been very cautious. Sometimes she hugs me in the evening or gives me a kiss or two, but that's it. So, I'm glad it's the weekend. At least now, she doesn't hold back.
"Are you going to be okay?" she asks me.
"Of course," I chuckle. "It's not the first time I've been here."
Today is the second Saturday I'm going to work with Grace at the gallery. She wants to make sure we can work together and that we both enjoy it. Personally, I loved being here last week. It didn't feel like work. Grace has a much more modern style, thanks to street art. Mine is still very classical, so I understand why she said she could teach me a lot. We complement each other in a way. She asked me to come back today, and she'll give me her decision tonight. By the end of the day, I'll know if my future has a chance in this field. I sincerely hope so. It's the only concrete offer I have. I know that if I get my degree, I can find work in administration, but let's just say that’s not what I want.
"True," Lucy replies. "Will you text me when you're done?"
"Like last time, yes. Say hi to everyone for me."
Lucy is going to meet up with her friends at the venue. They need to clear out the last few things before next week. I think they still have a lot to do. I regret not being with them. I enjoy lending a hand, but I have other responsibilities today.
"I won't forget," she says with a smile.
"And tell Ale I'm supporting her with all my strength for tonight."
Lucy laughs, nodding. Leah party is tonight. I sulked about it for a long time. I felt a little guilty for not being there since I haven't been spending much time with them, but I can always count on Lucy to lift my spirits.
"I'll tell her. Now go. You’re going to be late again."
"How about a little kiss first?"
She smiles and leans over to kiss me.
"Have a good day, my love," I say before getting out of the car.
I close the door and walk toward the gallery. I know Lucy won't leave until I’m inside. And that's exactly what happens. I enter the gallery, triggering the little bell hanging on the door. I take the time to close it, and only then do I see my girlfriend's car pulling away. I smile at that but quickly refocus.
"Ah, hey Ona," Grace greets me.
"Hey," I reply.
The first thing she asked me to do last week was to speak informally with her. I must admit it’s a relief. She's young, probably around Lucy’s age. At least I’m sure I won’t mess up. It also makes me feel more comfortable.
"How are you?"
"Good, and you?"
I smile and approach her for a cheek kiss. The gallery she owns is nothing like Mr. Fields'. It's smaller. Much smaller, but I love it. It's very cozy. It's dark, with occasional light accents here and there. I recognize her style from Nyko's paintball artwork.
"You came at the perfect time. I was trying to hang a painting, but it’s up high, and I couldn’t manage alone. Can you help me?"
"Yeah, of course. I’ll just drop my stuff in the back."
"Oops, sorry, poor you," she laughs. "I'm already piling on the work. Go ahead, I’ll wait."
"Oh no, don’t worry," I giggle.
"Meet me in the back."
I nod while taking off my jacket. The gallery is shaped like an "L." It's on a corner, which is lucky. This way, each piece displayed is lit by the large windows. Grace had the entire place renovated, and I must admit it’s brilliant. Passersby can see inside without having to come in. I go behind the counter to reach a back room. There’s about 20 square meters of space here, which serves as a workshop, storage, and even a dressing room. I hang my bag and jacket on the coat rack before joining Grace at the back of the gallery. Now I understand why she needed my help. She’s waiting for me at the top of a stepladder, with a huge canvas on the floor.
"Wow, it's beautiful," I comment.
The painting is a street art piece of the city of Seattle in multicolored hues. I can totally recognize Grace’s style in it. It’s truly stunning.
"Did you make it?" I ask, just to be sure.
"Yeah," she smiles. "I want it to be the centerpiece, but as you can see, it’s quite big."
"Yeah, I can see that," I chuckle. "Hold on, I’ll lift it for you."
No sooner said than done. I lift the painting so she can grab it where she’s standing. I hold it until she manages to hang it from the suspended ceiling using hooks. Unlike the rest of the room, the ceiling is made of white oak beams. It contrasts nicely with the anthracite walls.
"Phew, thanks."
She climbs down the stepladder, and we step back to see how it looks.
"Not bad, huh?"
"It looks great," I reply. "I think the painting’s just a little crooked."
"Yeah, I just noticed that," she giggles. "Can you stay below in case it slips?"
I nod, and we adjust it until it's perfectly straight. Meanwhile, several people have entered the gallery. Most are just curious, but I think some of the paintings catch their eye. Grace told me that most people come back later for a painting that caught their attention. I guess business isn’t doing too bad.
"Have you sold more paintings?" I ask, noticing some empty spots.
"Yeah," she says with a smile. "Can you help me replace them? Then we can get back to the painting you started last week."
"Sounds good to me."
"Not like you have a choice," she teases.
I laugh and shake my head. We head to the storage room to get the new paintings. I’m supposed to stay until closing, but I can tell we’re not going to be idle. That’s fine with me. I prefer this to sitting around doing nothing.
Saturday, April 2; 5:20 PM - Gallery.
"Well, I think it’s time to stop," Grace tells me.
I check the time. It’s almost 5:30. I’m surprised. The time flew by.
"Oh yeah. I’ll text Lucy so she can pick me up."
"Don’t you have your own car?" she asks.
"Not yet, but I think it’s coming soon."
"That would be better, indeed," she smiles.
I text Lucy to let her know I'm done, then I start putting away the tools I used and wash my brushes in the sink. I haven’t finished my painting yet, but I’m sure I’ll have another chance to work on it. Grace’s advice has been really helpful. She has a completely different method than mine, but I appreciate her feedback. Once I’m done, I return to the front where Grace is behind the counter. She managed to sell four paintings this afternoon—and not just any paintings. I think she’s doing pretty well for someone who just started out on her own.
"All done."
"Great," she says. "I promised I’d give you my answer about next year, so here it is," she says, handing me a form.
I pick it up to see what it is. A small smile forms as I realize it’s an application for the Seattle School of Art.
- Does this mean…?
- These two half-days with you were cool. You’re nice, you know how to do good work, and you’ve got talent. That’s all I was asking for.
- Wow, I say, not knowing what else to say.
- I was able to enter one of your pieces into the school's last enrollment competition thanks to my contacts, and you’ve been selected, she tells me.
I’m having trouble understanding. She entered me into a competition without me knowing?
- You…
- Sorry for not asking your permission, but I didn’t have a choice, she giggles, seeing the look on my face.
- It’s no problem.
- You’ve still got a lot of work to improve, Ona, but you really impressed them, so… she shrugs. Welcome, I guess.
Unable to hold back, I hug her. It’s really the least I can do. She just saved my entire future.
- Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I’m so relieved. A huge weight has just been lifted off my shoulders. She giggles at my reaction, but she doesn’t realize what she’s giving me. I’m finally going to be able to live my dream. Just six months ago, I thought this was impossible. All my life, I’ve been told I couldn’t make a living from this, and yet here it is, happening. It feels like a dream. I release my new boss when I hear the doorbell chime. I smile when I see Lucy walk in.
- Well, it seems like there’s good news here.
- Oh yes! I exclaim, handing her the application form.
Lucy looks at it for a moment, then glances between us with a smile forming on her lips.
- Ah, yes, I see now. That’s really amazing. Thank you so much, Grace. Ona can finally relax a bit.
- Oh, it was my pleasure, Grace replies with a small laugh.
I go to Lucy and slip into her arms. She kisses the top of my head while still holding the form.
- Do we need to send this to the school? she asks.
- Uh, it’s better if you bring it back to me. I need to return it as soon as possible to my contact at the school.
- Alright. Well, do you have a little time? We can fill it out now.
- Oh, that would be great, yeah. I’ll get you a pen.
As soon as she leaves for the back, I let out a little squeal of joy. Lucy laughs, holding me tighter.
- Can you believe it!?
- Yes, yes, she giggles. This is really amazing, babe. I’m proud of you.
She kisses me softly. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. I can’t believe all of this is happening so fast. Just a few weeks ago, I imagined myself sorting papers at a desk.
- You know what you have to do now, she whispers to me. You absolutely have to pass your exam.
- I’m working on it. I think I’m doing pretty well.
- Yes, that’s true, she smiles. Who would’ve thought you’d get serious one day…
I stick my tongue out at her teasing. Grace comes back with a pen, and Lucy helps me fill out my part. I realize I don’t even know her address, and it’s about to become mine soon. I can’t wait. I can’t wait to move in with her and call it my home too. I already feel at home there, but it’ll be more official. We’ll be there every day, together. Just thinking about it makes me feel strange. The form is easy to fill out. I double-check that I haven’t forgotten anything before copying the information onto the other two forms. I sign them and hand them to my new boss, who smiles mischievously.
- Well, you’ve just signed your death warrant. You’re under my command now, she jokes.
- Oh, there are worse things… I hope, I giggle.
- You’ll have time to form your opinion, Lucy comments. Well, shall we head out now?
- Great idea. I’m heading home as well. My boyfriend is taking me out to dinner tonight.
- Lucky you, I say with a smile. Well then…
I don’t finish my sentence. I’m not really sure what to say. Now that I’ve signed the papers, what’s next? Grace seems to understand my dilemma, as she says:
- I’ll contact you for the next steps. I’ll give you the details of when you start working here and when your classes start too. You’ll probably need to come back to sign a contract.
- No problem. I’m close by, after all.
- Great. Well, have a good evening then.
- Have a good evening too.
I head to the back to grab my things and return to Lucy. We say goodbye to my new boss one last time before heading out. I feel like a ball of energy. Everything is falling into place now that I’ve signed that form.
- What are we doing tonight?
- Well, I may have reserved a table too…
- Really?
I turn to her sharply. She smiles, amused by my reaction.
- Yep. I thought it would be nice to celebrate the good news.
- Oh yeah? And how did you know, huh? I just found out myself.
I smile as she presses me gently against the car when we reach it. Her hands rest softly on my hips. I relax as her lips tease mine.
- You should know I never doubt you…
- Why are you so perfect? I murmur, wrapping my arms around her neck.
- I’m not.
- Yes, you are, at least with me.
- Well, that’s because you make me that way. Because I love you.
I groan and lean in to kiss her, but she pulls back, keeping me just out of reach. I pout. I don’t like it when she denies me a kiss.
- Don’t make that face, she smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I wanted to apologize, because I’m not as perfect as you think. I’m denying you a night with your friends tonight.
I step back at those words. I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes. It’s partly my fault. I guess I made my disappointment a little too clear about it. I smile, caressing her cheek.
- The most important thing is that I’m spending the evening with you, my love.
- Really…? Because—
- You’re the most important person to me. I know you’re anxious about meeting them.
- What—
- Don’t take me for a fool, I interrupt her with an amused tone. I know you hide your fear behind the idea that we have to be discreet at school. But we both know you’re just scared of meeting them as my girlfriend.
Lucy opens her mouth, then closes it. I love when I can leave her speechless. It’s so rare. She sighs, shaking her head, and tries to pull away, but I hold her close. Our chests are pressed together. I can feel her heart beating a little too fast. She doesn’t like being caught off guard, and I get it. I feel the same way when she surprises me.
- You’re right, she whispers. I’m sorry.
- Don’t be. I totally understand. It must not be easy to meet your students as my friends.
- No, not really. I tend to know what everyone thinks of me at school.
She’s not wrong. Even now, everyone asks me how I can spend so much time with Lucy. They can’t see her as the woman standing in front of me right now, and it’s such a shame. I slide my hand under her hair, gently stroking her neck. My touch seems to calm her down.
That’s true, I murmur. But they don’t know my girlfriend. I know it must be scary for you, but it’s important to me. I want people to meet my girlfriend. I want to show you off. To say that you’re mine, like you do.
- Like me, huh?
- Oh yes. Do I need to remind you of the number of hickeys you've given me? You love to claim that I belong to you.
- Yeah, that's true... There's still a bit of me missing on you, though.
I giggle as her lips brush against my neck.
- No, Lucia! I replied, gently pushing her away.
- What, you don't like my marks? she teased.
- Stop it. That'll be the first thing they tease you about.
- Really? I bet they'll mock my commander nickname instead.
- You want to play that game? Alright, let's make a bet then.
- A bet, huh? OK. If I'm right, I get to do whatever I want with you for a whole evening, and vice versa if you're right.
- Hmm... OK, I'm in.
- Good, she said, pecking my lips. Now let's go. We'll be late for my program otherwise.
- Your program, huh? What do you have planned for me this time?
- A romantic evening, she announced as she walked around the car. I had to make up for the event we're not attending tonight.
- You didn't have to, but I like it. I enjoy going out with you.
- Don’t expect anything crazy. We're just going to have dinner, and I thought we could go to the movies afterward, she said once seated behind the wheel.
- I particularly like that plan, I said while fastening my seatbelt.
- Perfect, then.
We exchanged a smile before she drove off. She took me to a restaurant I didn't know, one fancier than the places we usually go to.
- It's a French restaurant, she whispered as a waiter guided us to our table.
- Really? I asked with a small smile. What gave you the idea?
- Nowhere, I just enjoy coming here.
Lucy had everything planned. She really booked a table, and we were lucky enough to get one on the restaurant's veranda. I wondered how long ago she made the reservation.
- Thank you, she said to the waiter.
- You're welcome. Here are the menus. I'll be back to check on you later.
- Thanks, I added as he left.
I looked around. It was particularly beautiful here, and we were lucky that the sky was clear.
- It's beautiful, I whispered while staring at the starry sky.
- I booked last week... when Grace told me she'd be watching you.
I lowered my eyes, mouth slightly agape.
- Y-you knew?
- Well... yeah, she replied mischievously. She just wanted to keep you waiting a bit longer, so you'd keep giving your best today.
She laughed while I sulked. She knew before I did. But how could I hold it against her when I saw where we were now?
- You're lucky I enjoy surprises.
She laughed and intertwined our fingers. I brought them to my lips for a kiss. This moment of relaxation felt particularly good. I felt exhausted from giving so much, but now that I knew where I was headed next year, I was even more motivated to ace my final exam, which was fast approaching. I’d already had a preview with my recent tests, and I hadn’t done too badly. Next week, we have mock exams. I'm looking forward to them because at least I’ll know exactly where I stand before the real ones.
- What are you thinking about?
- A lot of things, I answered with a small smile. How will things go from here?
- Well, as planned. You’ll take your mock exams, then we’ll go on vacation.
- I can't wait, I giggled. I’m so done with all this.
- I bet, but it'll be fine, she reassured me.
- And after that?
- After that? she asked, tilting her head.
- Well, after... after school...
We were interrupted by the waiter who came to take our drink orders. I trusted Lucy and chose the same as her, a non-alcoholic cocktail. We waited for him to leave before I turned back to Lucy. She shrugged.
- After school... well, we’ll go to Barcelona, and then we'll come back here.
- To live at your place, I murmured.
The idea seemed so surreal. Yet, it was what was going to happen in just a few weeks. After all this time.
- Have you changed your mind?
I snapped out of my thoughts at her question. I could see a hint of concern in her eyes.
- What? No, no! I was just thinking... maybe we could make things more official...?
- What do you mean?
- It might be too soon but... I’d like, I don’t know... to co-own the apartment? We’re going to live together, so I want to contribute to the expenses.
Lucy nodded before sinking into her chair, crossing her arms.
- That’s indeed a big step, becoming a co-owner.
- I don’t want us to move. The apartment is great, but... I want to invest in it, you know?
- I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
I opened my mouth, but I closed it when Lucy raised her hand to stop me from arguing.
- I trust us, I know how you feel, but you never know what could happen. There could be complications between us, and I wouldn’t want the apartment to become another relationship issue to deal with.
- I’m not planning on leaving you, I said, pouting.
Lucy laughed and leaned toward me. She grabbed both my hands, pulling them under her chin.
- I know, love, but it’s too soon. Tomorrow, we’ll celebrate two months together. I know we both feel like we’ve been together longer, but it’s only been two months.
- That’s true, I muttered.
- How about we see how living together full-time goes? I don’t think there will be any problems, but it’ll be a big difference from just weekends.
I nodded, feeling a little sulky. I didn’t like how right she was. After all, we were just at the beginning of our relationship, but I craved more. I needed more, I think, but I didn’t dare say it.
- Hey, she murmured.
She lifted my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. I hated facing her gaze. It made me feel so vulnerable. There was a determination in her eyes that sometimes made me wonder how she got to where she was.
- Don’t make that face. We have all the time in the world now, okay? There’s no need to rush. That’s how we’ll crash into a wall.
- Yeah... I mumbled.
I hated that she was right. The last time I rushed, it ended badly. I wanted to do things right, but at the same time, I wanted to speed things up. The waiter returned to bring our drinks and take our order. Since I hadn’t really paid attention to the menu, I agreed to Lucy’s suggestion that we share a dish—cheese platter, actually. She sold me on the idea, saying it was really good, so I accepted. As the waiter left, I still felt uneasy, but Lucy remained unfazed.
- Honey, one day, I’m going to make you my wife. We’ll buy a big house together, and maybe even have kids. I want all of that just as much as you do. Don’t think otherwise.
- I know, Lucia...
I blushed slightly at her words. If she wanted them to affect me, well, it was working. Wife and kids were big words, perfectly expressing our future together.
- So be patient. First and foremost, we need to learn how to live together and build a stable future. It all starts with a good job. Neither of us knows what our work experience will lead to, and it’s good to focus on that before jumping into anything else. Don’t you agree?
I sighed but nodded.
- Yeah, fine, you win.
She chuckled softly.
- Come on, give me a kiss.
I leaned in to give her what she wanted. I could never deny her that.
- Can we enjoy the evening now?
- Yes.
Our cheese platter finally arrived, and I had to admit it was a good choice. Lucy really knew what was good, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
- I wonder how things are going with Alexia, I mused as we started eating.
- No idea, my girlfriend giggled. But she wasn’t feeling well this afternoon. I had to comfort her.
- You, comforting her? Now I’ve seen everything.
- Well, yeah. I like her, surprisingly.
- That’s good news then, I teased. At least one of my friends you like.
- Oh, stop it, she rolled her eyes. I like Mapi too.
- That wasn’t the case in the beginning.
- We were both jealous, but I think she’s starting to understand where her place is with me.
- Yeah, I think you're right.
I sipped my drink, reflecting on the conversation we had a few weeks ago. Mapi had defended Lucy regarding what she didn’t yet know about Feli. I think she has indeed figured out her place with Lucy, even if she struggled to admit it. After all, she was my only close friend before I came here.
- Thinking about something in particular? Lucy asked, noticing I was lost in thought.
- No, I said, blushing. Just that you're right. She defended you not too long ago.
- Really? About what?
I shrugged. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought it up.
- Something unimportant...
I know I’m a terrible liar, but I didn’t want to ruin our night with negative thoughts. Lucy stayed silent for a moment but eventually nodded.
- Okay, she whispered. You know you can tell me anything, right?
- Of course, I said with a small smile. But it’s nothing important. I just wanted you to know that she defended you, and I was the first one surprised.
- Alright... well, I guess things are changing.
We shared a smile. I knew she realized I wasn’t telling her everything, but I appreciated that she didn’t push. The evening continued without any more unsettling topics.
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excuse me, um, i love you {6}
ian smith x influencer! reader smau
warnings: cursing, mention of a past sexual interaction
authors note: guys i really like this part and i hope you do too!! also sorry for the difference in themes and dividers i'm kinda trying to explore the aesthetic of the blog. liking and rebloging helps alot. :))
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You woke up the next morning in a great mood, still feeling content from the events of the night before. As you turned over, you noticed an unfamiliar dent in the bed—awkward, yet somehow comforting.
You got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and went through your usual morning routine. After getting dressed, you headed down the hall toward the kitchen. As you crossed the threshold, you saw Ian cooking something. Whatever it was, it smelled amazing.
"Morning," you said in a sing-song voice. "What's up?" Ian replied with a casual nod. "I got coffee," he added. "Egypt told me where your favorite shop is and what you usually order."
"That's really sweet of you. Thanks," you said, smiling.
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"I—I don’t know, just a thought, but like..." Ian stumbled over his words. "We’ve already, uh, you know... fucked twice, right?" He paused.
"Right," you said with a giggle.
"So, I feel like I should, you know, take you out and shit," he continued. "There’s this art exhibit, and I thought it’d be cool. Egypt told me you’re into physical media and shit, and since it’s my last day in LA..." Ian rambled on, clearly nervous.
"Ian, babe, yes, I'd love to go. What time?" you said with a sweet smile.
"Uh, probably 7. We could, like, get something to eat or whatever."
"Yeah, cool. 7’s good for me."
"Right. Cool," he said, looking visibly relieved.
time skip because i'm lazy. i'm sorry guys :(
You had gotten home from your outing with Egypt later than expected, so you quickly changed into something cute and headed out to meet Ian. You were running a little behind, but you were excited to see him. When you arrived at the art exhibit, Ian was already waiting for you. As soon as he spotted you, he greeted you with a warm smile. "Hi," he said, his voice a bit shy. You couldn't help but smile at this softer side of him. It made you feel special—like you were one of the few who got to see him like this. "Hi," you replied, your smile matching his. He returned the smile, looking more relaxed now, and the two of you walked through the exhibit together. The gallery was quiet, filled with the hum of murmured conversations and the soft rustle of footsteps on the hardwood floors. You found yourself enjoying the moment, the closeness of it, the way Ian seemed to be soaking in every piece of art just as intently as you were. "This is gorgeous" you said, stopping in front of a large abstract painting. "For sure," Ian agreed, standing close beside you. You could feel the warmth of his presence, his eyes flicking between the art and you.
As the two of you moved from piece to piece, the conversation drifted between the art and more personal topics—stories about childhood memories, your favorite artists, and even some of the weirder things you’d both seen in LA. Time seemed to slip by unnoticed as you lost yourself in the easy rhythm between the two of you. "This is nice," you said after a while, your voice quiet but genuine. "I’m glad we’re doing this." Ian smiled at you again, his earlier nervousness now completely gone. "Me too. It’s... it’s good. I like being with you." You looked at him, feeling a connection that went beyond just the casual fun you’d shared in previous times. This, you thought, was something real. Something you wanted to keep forever. “You ready to go? There's this italian spot and im geeked to try it" Ian asked, breaking the moment but in a way that felt natural. "Definitely," you replied, your heart light. "Let’s go."
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i am (very slowly) getting into drawing. this is a process severely impeded by the facts that i neither know how to draw nor have the patience to learn. anyway have a haikaveh sketch
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this was a fun project to do! a bit of my process + the references i used under the cut. time: about four hours
to be clear: kaveh is NOT aware of al-haitham holding an umbrella over him. like he is not even aware that it's raining. this is partially bc i think that's funny and partially bc i'm a sucker for the dynamic of al-haitham doing small things for kaveh/kaveh straight up not noticing any of them bc he's so convinced al-haitham hates him that it doesn't even occur to him to look for kindness in al-haitham's actions
(big fan of al-haitham "haha yeah i enjoy bantering with my good friend bc i feel secure in my affections towards him and his towards me :) i am so glad to have found my equal :) after all, the only way to grow as an intellectual and a person is to have somebody who can actually challenge you on your level, which kaveh can provide for me :) " x kaveh "al-haitham would literally not flinch if i starved on the street (the times he's carried me home don't count bc. uh. i'm sure there's a good explanation for why [al-haitham being nice to me] doesn't mean he enjoys or even tolerates my presence)" they're too smart academically so they should be stupid about this i think)
al-haitham in this could be either "doing this off-handedly so as to not spook kaveh (he can't find a way to reject my trying to be nice to him if it's an action ostensibly for my own benefit that he just so happens to profit from)" or "nooo i'm definitely not doing this for kaveh i just. happened to be in the area. with an umbrella. that i just so happen to be holding a bit to the side. that's not my problem or responsibility tho (<- equally in denial about their dynamic as kaveh)" pick whichever one is funnier to you
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first image is mine! this took me about an hour, mainly to get used to posemy.art 's UI. both of the poses are adjusted versions of poses available for free; both of he umbrella and the book are also freely available assets.
the turnarounds and the official art were all taken from the genshin fandom wiki (Alhaitham/Gallery and Kaveh/Gallery respectively).
i imported all of these into procreate, then roughly traced over the Pose My Art reference and added broad design elements from the other references.
once again it has to be said that i do not fucking know how to draw, i just got this as a vision from god (<- joking) and had to get it into a visual medium so i can text it to people.
anyway yeah i continue to have hkvh brainrot. thinking about kaveh often and with delight
(you're free to use my stuff in any non-commercial, non-AI way if you so wish to :] i'd love to get tagged but no obligation :] )
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Smoking it away: Part Two
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Part One Down Below.
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Warnings: drugs, rehab, mean reader.
Summary: Your family, Your Dad, Auntie Rio and Uncle Jeff stage a quick intervention, afraid for your saftey, they ship you odd.
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Oh fuck me
The door open's to reveals Rio, Your Dad and Miles.
Your shushed into the house as Jeff locks in behind you. Your Dad walks over to you, looming over above you looking over his face you can see looks extremly tired and dressed in sweats.
Miles: "Before we start, I just want you to know, we aren't mad and we love you"
Already, i know I'm fucked.
Aaron: "Give me the phone"
Y/N:" Excuse me?"
Aaron: "Your phone, give it to me"
Y/N:"...I don't have it?" What a shit lie Y/N
Aaron rasied an eyebrow at you, stepping closer while Jeff stalks from behind, you are now trapped between both your uncle and father, shrinking between them as they are so tall.
Jeff: "If you don't have it on you, you won't mind a pat down?"
Y/N: "Are you serious?" you ask flinching away.
Aaron: "sound's good to me"
Y/N: "what the fuck?"
Rio snaps her finger to get your attention from the coach.
Rio: "oi, don't swear in my house"
Jeff pulled you back by your shoulder as you tensed.
Y/N: "Okay! Jesus, here!" You quickly shove your phone into your Dad's hand, still Jeff had his hand on your shoulder, pushing you down into a chair that was locked in by the sofa, now you were truly in thier grasp, with Rio staring you down and Miles meekly looking at the floor, Aaron sat infont of you while Jeff to your left, he could see your eyes scan the house you had been in so many time's before, looking for a way out.
Aaron: "What's the password?"
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Aaron: "I know you heard me what's the password"
Y/N: "77902"
He logs onto your phone and begins to scrolls, though your photos, your messages and Email, and know scrolling through your call records, you know what he's looking for.
He's looking for his contact...
Jeff Put his hand again on your shoulder.
Jeff: "How about you and Miles go hang out in his room"
Though it was framed as a question it was an order, so you and Miles awkwadrly shifted to his room, you felt strange leaving your phone alone with your Dad combing though it, but you did'nt want to create more problems.
Miles ushered you into his room where he sat on his bed, and you awkwardly stood in the corner.
Miles: "You know you can sit right?"
Y/N: "Actually, I'd rather stand"
Miles:" I know your'e mad at me for telling on you but honestly, I'm glad I did"
Y/N: "Don't brag about being untrsutworthy Miles"
Miles: "Well maybe you should be more honest"
You roll your eyes at him, while you both are silent you can hear the chatter in the living room between your Dad, Auntie Rio, and Uncle Jeff, you and Miles press your ears against the walls.
On the other side of that door, your family were debating your fate, wether to scare you straight by having Jeff arrest you, sending off to a proper rehab, or keeping you home under servillence.
All sounded terrible.
Aaron was still scrolling though your phone, skimming over text converstaions to see if he found something fishy, going through all your photos, including your secret gallery, which basically menat you were 1000000% fucked.
Photos of you smoking, drinking, snorting at parties he did't know you had gone too, with people he didn't know, looking over all these clips made him wince, clearly it was worse than he thought, if you were this able and willing to lie to him so consisntely and on such a large scale, he simply couldn't trust you anymore.
Clicking off from your phone and pocketing it he turned to his brother, and sister in law.
Aaron: "I Don't know how she's been sneaking this round me so damm long, how did I not see this"
Rio: "You musn't blame yourself Aaron, teenagers can be sneaky"
Jeff: "you were doing some shady stuff when you were her age"
Aaron: "I wasn't snorting anything! I wasn't lying to everyone in my life about where I was, who I was doing it with! I wasn't hiding drugs under the damm floor boards"
He rubs his face over, what the hell is he going to do?
Jeff: "We could do home servalince, make sure she stays clean?"
Rio: "That's not sustiable, we all have work and Miles has school there won't be anyone who to watch her"
Jeff nodded in agreement.
Jeff: "We could send her to a rehab
Rio: "Would that be covered in your insurance Aaron?"
Aaron looked down in defeat, he didn't want too send you away to rehab, all alone, but what choice did he have? None of them really wanted you whisked away to rehab, where they couldn't see you, sourrounded by other addicts with limited contact, what he really wanted to do was huddle you away in the house, keep you too himself and put bars on your windows, but he knew that wasn't sustaibable.
Aaron: " Yeah,It should cover it"
Rio: "I know a good place, I'll call them see if they have a bed free" She said softly before taking herself into her bedroom for the private call.
Aaron had his head in his hands, how did he miss the signs? was he ignoring them? looking back he could see it, how you would start massive fashion projects late at night, enthused about your new enterprise, spending all your money at once, coming into his room at 3 am asking him if he wants to watch Barbie with you, or asking to him to hold you like he used to when you were child, asking him to do your hair and baking at 2 am, all where strange but he just thought it was teenage shenagaings, not class A's.
And it made him so happy to be close to you again, for you to want to hang out, even if it was just watching a film together or helping you cut fabric for you new dress line, just to connect again like you were when you were young.
Maybe he did know, he just didn't want to accept it wasn't you, it was what ever you were taking.
Jeff could see he was struggling, but didn't know how to console him, so he just sat next to him and rubbed his back as Aaron tried not to break down.
Over hearing all this, how they were about to ship you off made you think maybe you'd prefer being arrested, you sank down your back down Mile's room door before sitting on the ground, slumped, it wasn't supposed to go this way, you're Dad was none the wiser, you were using safley, or as safley as anyone could and finally you were feeling true joy and peace, the kinda joy people like Miles felt natrually all the time, you no longer left out in really feeling.
You were eyeing the window, yeah you would drop 3 floors down and maybe you would break your legs or worse but then you wouldn't have to go rehab.
Miles sat next too you, back against the door, he tries to put his hand on your shoulder but you immedinaly flinch away.
Y/N: "Don't you ever touch me""
Miles: "Jesus sorry, calm down"
You glared at him though your eye lashes.
Y/N: "You have destroyed my life" You whisper yelled.
Miles: "Nah, you did that yourself"
Y/N: "Excuse me?"
Miles: "You told me you were smoking, if that were true your Dad would not be on your ass, maybe just ground you for a bit and get my Dad lecture you, not pose a whole family intervention and a send off to rehab"
Y/N: "If they do actually send me away, I will never fucking talk to you again"
Miles rolled his eyes with such a silly threat.
Meanwhile, back in the living room Rio came out her room having had gotten of the phone with the rehab.
Rio: "They'll have a bed later today, around 15:30"
Aaron: "Is it a good place?"
Rio: "Yes, it dose good work. It's a 6 week program and have a low repeat percenatge so I think it'll be good for her"
6 weeks, 6 whole weeks you'd be away and out the house where he couldn't see you.
Aaron: "You sure?"
Rio: "Yeah"
Aaron took a deep breath, accpeting this drastic change in events, accpeting that he would have you taken out his hands and put away in some other place with people he didn't know taking you, his only child and fixing you up.
Rio: "It's far out Brooklyn, so if you want the bed in time, I would go now"
Aaron brushed himself down before heading for Mile's room, you could hear him apparoch the door, you could recgonise his foots steps, you had trainded yourself to reconsie them for when you would use in your room to avoid being caught.
You scrambed away from the door, standing by Miles as the door knob turned.
Aaron: "Alright Baby, Let's go"
Defeated you followed him through the living room and out the door, Mile's is gestured to follow you by Rio, tagging along on your left, with Aaron on your right, trapping you again, you feel it's intetion of keeping you trapped so you couldn't pull a fast one.
Ushering you into the car, Mile's watched you get in the back of the car, then got in next to you sitting on the other side of the verchiel.
As you began to drive, your Dad kept looking back at you through the rear view mirror, exchaning eye contact with Miles.
Aaron: "So we uh, were going home to get you a bag and then...then we'll take you to that rehab place"
Already you could feel yourself tense, holding onto your joggers, breathing deeper and quicker, like you were getting ready to run.
oh fuck
Y/N: "I don't want to go"
Aaron:" You don't have a choice"
Y/N:" I am 17 years old you can't just shuttle me away"
Aaron: "you are 17 years old, I am your God damm father and you are going to rehab"
Y/N: "You are blowing this out of proportion"
Aaron: "Am I? How? How am I blowing this out proportion"
Y/N:" I am not an addict, I'm not reliant on anything, Iv'e never done injectables-"
Aaron: " 'Never done Injectables' Is the bar really that low for you?"
Y/N: "Youre wasting you damm money I don't need to go to a fucking rehab! Rehab is where you go when you overdose"
Miles: "so we just supposed to wait till you overdose, huh?"
He mutter's to himself, his head leaning on the window.
Y/N: "I am 17, it's normal to expierment with drugs!"
Aaron: "Miles?"
Miles: "Yeah?"
Aaron: "You smoking weed?"
Miles: "No"
Aaron: " You snorting coke?"
Miles: "Hell no"
Aaron: "You secret drinking?"
Miles: "Nope"
Aaron: " So how is it Miles is your age and not doing any of the same shit?"
Y/N: " Dad I...I just want to have fun"
Aaron: " You could do litreally anything and you choose hard drugs"
Y/N:" I KNOW you were smoking weed at my age"
Aaron: "Yeah I was smoking weed and it fucked me up, but you are 17 snorting shit"
You roll your eyes, sinking into your seat.
Aaron: "If Mile's hadn't told me, you would have kept going and going until you lost your grip and died"
Y/N: "It is not that fucking deep"
Miles: "Y/N, were just scared for you"
Y/N: "Oh fuck right off Miles"
Aaron: "Ay, Don't talk to him that way"
Y/N: "He snitched on me, i don't have to be nice"
Miles: "You told me it was weed and vodka, not fucking pills and shit"
Y/N: "So you snitched on me, for weed and Vodka?"
Miles: "But It wasn't just weed and Vodka!"
Y/N: "I knew I should have never told you, I shouldn't have known you would just cause a big thing of it, you know Miles, the whole reason i stared disstacing myself from you is beacuse how fucking over bearing and demanding you are"
Miles: "What?"
Aaron: "Okay Y/N shut up"
As he pulled up at a red light you and Miles looked out in opposite directions out each window, when you noticed the child locks weren't on.
You rest your hand over the door handle, waiting for one of them to notice, but they don't.
Your breath increases, you're ready to run.
You Open the car door, leaning out of it as your dad screams for you to sit down, your head and shoulders are out the door.
You think your'e out.
Until you feel the ends of your hair being pulled back and your'e arm grabbed by Mile's.
He pull's you in with great force as you begin to thrash.
Y/N: "get the fuck off me!"
Aaron: "Miles, Miles the door!" He yells.
While Miles is holding you down, as you try despratley to kick and cry, he slides himself over the car seats and slams the door shut.
You sat up, pushing Miles away by his shoulders, he takes your hands and shoves them down onto the car seat, he scrambles on top of you and keeps you in place, his left forearm pressed over your collarbone, imobileizing you.
Y/N: "Get THE FUCK OFF ME!" You scream, on lookers think this is a kidnapping, Miles looks over at his Uncle.
Aaron: "Hold her there"
Miles Looks down at you crying, hyperventializing trying despretaly trying to wriggle away.
Miles: "Calm the fuck down"
Y/N: "Get the fuck off me you son of a bitch!"
You tried to raise your head to get him off you, but his press tough.
Miles: "Stop fucking moving"
Y/N: " I Hate you" You whipser up at him.
Minutes later, after your crying and screaming had subsided, he got off you sitting across from you again as the car pulled up outside you're building.
Aaron: "Imma go pack you a bag, stay here"
The door open and closes as Aaron leaves to go pack you a bag.
Y/N: "I wanna step out for a sec, strech my legs"
Miles: "How do I know you're not going to try and run off again, hmm?"
YN: "Okay, whatever Miles"
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Y/N: "Why are you here Miles?"
Miles: "What do you mean?"
Y/N: "You didn't have to be here right now, in this car involing yourself in something that isn't you're buisness"
Miles: "My buinesse? Y/N You are my Family it is my buinesse"
Y/N rolled her eyes out the window, Mile's kept looking over at the handle, just waiting for you to make a move.
About 10 minutes later, you Dad came back with a suit case, putting it in the boot of the car, he plopped himself back in the drivers seat.
Aaron: "Miles, You still wanna ride with us?"
Miles: "...Yeah"
You drove for about two hours, and it was painfully silent, neither you or Miles made eye contact, both just staring out the window. Your Dad would occesianlly look over at you through the rear view mirror.
Once you eventually pulled up on the place, in an isolated field with only the one road leading you out, you exit the car to face the bulilding.
it looks like a prison, a tall, massive grey builiding with many windows, all barred. Aaron got your bag from the boot and handed it to you to carry.
Miles caught you again, looking over your souroudings as if for an out, he exchanged you a warning look and stalked up uncomfortley close to you, while your Dad guided you in the waiting area.
You sat in the waiting area with Mile's, beginning to panic. it really began to set in. They're going to lave you here, in this place with stranges, alone.
And the worst part was, you wouldn't have the company of any drugs, no weed no alcohol, just you.
Twiddling your hands nervoulsy, Miles obeserved you rubbing your hands together and felt the need comfort you, but knew right now, you really didn't feel like talking to him.
While Aaron checked you inn, he kept glancing over at you, wondering, is this a mistake? could he just keep you sober at home?
He hadn't handed you over yet, he could just drive take off back home, but the desk lady see's this seconding guessing in his eyes as he gazes at you. She places her hand on his and mutters "It's an excellent program".
This dose nothing to sooth him, but he dose sign off the paper work, handing you over to this faceless place for a whole month, did he really want to do this? No but though he wanted you home, he knew ratinally, it was best letting you here.
As your Dad timidly signs off your paper work you see two men approach through the glass walls in all white, you feel like running but know Miles could just drag you back, you don't want to go, you are not an addict, what is happening.
Before they reach the fresh hold of the waiting room, you Dad kneels in front of you while sitting in the waiting chair.
Aaron: "Listen baby, I'm gonna drop you here for a bit, and these people are gonna help you sort yourself out kay?"
You didn't answer, you just stared out at the approching men.
Clutching your bag, as your Dad watches helpless, these two men guide you out the waiting area, their hands on your shoulders.
You take one last look at your Dad and cousin, looking right into Miles's his eyes before mouthing to him, 'I hate you'...
They watched as you were slinked off futher and futher away until you dissaprear down the hall...
END OF CHAPTER TWO
Chapter one----->
CHAPTER 3???
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