#it clearly never broke my immersion or anything

[toastybugguy]

dude why did ppl hate The End of Hope’s Peak High School sm

[fizzyorange-v2]

just talking to my friend in dms about how at first when q!charlie started calming down from his rampage i was kinda upset cause i WANTED a full villain arc i wanted blood and rage and a massacre but then I kept watching and realised how much of a fucking idiot I was to underestimate charlie slimecicle’s rp skills like that. because charlie isn’t just playing a character hell bent on righteous revenge for his daughter, he’s playing a character actually grieving that daughter.

it’s obvious now that i think about it that the initial revenge plot to kill all the eggs and his repeated self affirmations that juanaflippa isn’t gone and that it can all just be reset are clearly just him entering the denial and anger stages. and that later scenes after the rest of the server finally backed him into a corner and calmed him down and he had that heart wrenching scene looking at juanaflippa’s photo, asking for a literal trial for her life and soul back and then that whooooole bar scene, that he has then entered the bargaining and depression stages.

Because the truth is, q!charlie doesn’t actually want to kill anyone (except Mariana lolll), he especially doesn’t want to kill any of the eggs! All he wanted was to be a good dad. And I think that that’s part of the reason he as a character failed so hard to actually tangibly hurt anyone during this stream. He was a mess, crying screaming yelling clawing trying to do something, anything to save his daughter. Anything to fix it all. That scene of him failing to break into Phil’s house haunts me.

But I think there’s something especially tragic that before Juanaflippa, q!charlie probably was the kind of character to hurt others without caring, he seemed to have no idea about empathy or healthy relationships before her thats for sure. He’s literally already killed TWO eggs before this, so causally and with such ease. But his love for his daughter improved him, and it changed him, and it made him just enough of a better person that when that daughter was taken from him, suddenly even to save her he can’t fucking do it anymore.

I also really appreciate how everyone else on the server reacted to him too. They didn’t at all treat him like some big bad scary villain like I originally would I’ve expected. Sure they were understandably wary and protective, but every single one of them weren’t so much angry at him as… WORRIED for him. And it really helped put it in perspective that this isn’t some guy going on a hashtag villain arc, but immersed me in oh fuck. This is a guy that just lost his daughter. And all his friends and fellow parents know. And they aren’t scared of him, they’re concerned for him. They aren’t full of fear… but pity. Because they know. They know what he’s just lost. And they understand. And they’re trying to be there for him.

And Charlie despite all the grand speeches and diabolical plots and not so carefully placed land mines… doesn’t really care how he gets Juanaflippa back, as long as she’s with him again.

Just man,,,, the way Charlie performed this character’s grief is so fucking stellar and SO fucking excruciating. The part that genuinely broke me was in that photo scene when he said: “i'm sorry flippa... i thought i could change something- i thought i could undo it, thought i could make it right... now i see that there's no way this can be made right...” which already fucking ow ow OW and clearly him finally exiting denial/anger straight into depression but then he whispers THIS FUCKING BIT: “it wasnt even on purpose… i know that... it doesnt make it better… what do i do juanaflippa?” LIKE FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!! OKAY!!!!!

Anyway massive props to everyone for the rp today but ESPECIALLY charlie for this agonisingly accurate and visceral depiction of grief that I somehow was NOT expecting. I thought we were going to get villain arc egg massacre angst and instead we got father mourning his daughter trying futilely to do anything to bring her back angst. I’m never fucking recovering from this one.

[lightwing-s]

okay picture this. tutor!dick grayson, he wears glasses, and is insanely pretty which makes it hard to concentrate on what he's saying

“Y/n? Did you understand what I just said?” the sweet voice of your tutor broke you from your trance.

Resting your cheek in your hands, you were too immersed in his beauty to pay any attention to his words. Lulled by his voice, singing out concepts you struggled to understand, but that you could spend hours listening to if it was him saying them.

Too enchanted with the way his bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle behind his glasses over how excited he’d get whenever he told you of a great discovery, or a rule, or formula, or whatever he found interesting. Too focused on the many times he’d pushed his glasses back up his nose or how  he would lick his plump pink lips every few seconds,

Said lips that looked so appealing, so soft, that you couldn’t help but daydream about them running up and down your skin, while he desperately tried to teach you something. Anything..

“Uh-hum.” you lied, trying to recompose yourself by grabbing your pen and trying to write something down, but only coming up with “hot veins'' as his uniform, one that didn’t look good on anyone else but him, had it’s sleeves rolled up, exposing just enough skin in his forearms to make you go feral.

You tried to pay attention, but he didn’t give you any help.

You were upset when your teacher called you one day and told you’d need tutoring to improve your grade, as you were at deep risk of failing his subject. But when he told you Dick Grayson was the one responsible for your tutoring, getting to see you twice a week after class, you swore you’d turn into his most dedicated student..

Fixing his glasses on his nose once more, he let out a deep sight, rubbing the bridge of his nose out of frustration.

“I’m sorry.” you apologized, truly feeling sad and embarrassed at the fact he clearly noticed you weren’t getting anything. “It’s just… I just can’t get chemistry into my head.”

You weren’t lying, you truly couldn’t. And that frustrated you to no ends, making you cry many nights to sleep over your own stupidity. And now, to know that your crush knew how fucking dumb you are, just made you want to hide away. 

With another deep sight, Dick took off his glasses, placing them beside him on the desk, and fixed his eyes on yours, so deep you needed some time to process.

“We’ll get it.” he assured you, holding your hand in his and interlacing your fingers together. The gesture making you freeze at the spot. Thne, he kissed the back of your hand and kept caressing it with his thumb. You weren’t able to form any coherent thought in your head, heart pounding hard in your chest. “You just need to pay a little more attention to what your tutor says.” he gave you a playful wink. “I swear I can’t make you understand it in one second, you just gonna need a bit of focus okay?”

You simply shook your head, still incredulous, and probably red from head to toe.

“The quicker we’re done here, the quicker we can do something else.” and you swear you'd never focus so hard as you did that day.

[romanarose]

About a Girl: Epilogue

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Series Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist : Full Masterlist

Summary: Blue sets up her future in Joel's life, step by step by step

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

TAGS HAVE BEEN SHITTY make sure you're caught up!!

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

9 years later.

Life was good. Really fucking good.

You had two teenagers which was… fucking insane, honestly. Sarah and Ellie were close as two almost-twins could get, and often fought like it too. Nothing nasty or mean spirited, just so clearly sister stuff like Ellie using Sarah’s deodorant or Sarah taking Ellie’s coat. They’d fight and yell and Joel would tell them to knock it off before they stormed off. An hour later Ellie would say hey, the bachelor is on, wanna watch? Or Sarah would throw hot cheettos at Ellie and they’d be back to normal.

Tommy had been mostly sober for 5 years, his longest stretch yet. It was looking up, even after a few close calls. There had been a night or two Tommy had called Joel, close to relapse, but being the good brother he was Joel was always there. After a few years at his own apartment, Tommy had suffered a pretty bad near-relapse on hard drugs. He broke his 3 years sobriety on alcohol and called Joel one night crying while he was watching The Late Late Show, Sarah and Ellie up past their bedtimes one summer. 

“Tommy? What’s going on, man?” Joel stands up from the couch, already moving to get his shows as Ellie mutes Craig Furegson. Everyone is quiet as Joel listens. “I’ll be right there, man, don’t worry. Nah, it ain’t a problem at all, Tommy, Blue’s here with the girls.”

Joel stayed with a drunk Tommy all night, holding him, putting on shows, ordering pizza, playing card games, anything it took to keep Tommy from calling up his old dealer.

In the morning, Joel brought him home to sleep. It was the summer, so you were off and could watch Tommy while Joel went to work, Tommy using a sick day at the farm and Joel and Tess hustling extra hard to make up for it. It didn’t matter, because it was Tommy, and they’d do anything for him.

When he put Tommy asleep on the couch, Ellie and Sarah asked to talk to you and Blue, pulling you into Ellie’s room.

Ellie steepled her hands, looking like an evil villain in a made-for-tv-movie. “We have a proposition for you.”

“You’re not getting your nose pierced-”

“Joel.” You chastise.

“Sorry El, what is it.”

Ellie looks to Sarah, urging her on.

“We think uncle Tommy should move in with us again. We love him, and it worries us that he’s had to call you so much recently.”

You can see Joel close his eyes, the wrinkles around his face compounding. He was getting older, as were you, and you loved every single wrinkles and gray and pop of his knees. You speak before he does, knowing your husband is tired.

“I’m sorry, girls. We never wanted Tommy’s issues to effect you.”

Sarah: “We knew there were problems, even when we were young. It’s hard not to notice, you couldn’t have hid that unless he was never around, and we wouldn’t have wanted that.”

“Besides, mom.” Ellie adds. “We’re teenagers now. 13 and 14 are practically adults!”

Joel shakes his head. “Ain’t right to be worry’n about that at your age.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about every single thing all the time, and yet you do anyway, so it’s even!”

You crack a smile, Ellie, despite no blood relation at all, had taken after you, while Sarah reminded you a lot like her godmother, Talia, mixed with some of her dad. Ellie was agreat kid, even as she entered her teens, she remained steadfast. There was a… slight issue with her getting in fights in school, but when they talked to the principal, there was always a reason you thought made sense, even if the school was displeased. Once, some girl called Sarah a slur. Another time, a boy was bullying a disabled kid. They found out Ellie was gay after the incident where she punched a kid for pushing a boys head in a toilet for being gay.

By this point, coming out wasn’t a nerve wracking thing in your family for Ellie. You and Joel had made it very clear that they had nothing to worry about, and that much was obvious by the people in the girls' lives; Bill and Frank still employed Tommy Tess and Joel and had an active part in the girls' lives even though they could stay home during harvest now. Talia and Tess were their beloved aunts. Sarah was very close to Talia, bonding over hours of doing hair. Ellie and Tess clicked right now, both tomboys, but both girls loved both aunts. 

And of course there was Tommy. When Tommy came out, it began a long struggle of keeping him out of the closet. He switched from gay, bisexual, then insisting he was straight over and over again whenever he went through some identity crisis, or when he reconnected with military friends, or he heard of some hate crime. No girlfriend, no boyfriend, just a cycle of hook ups to keep him distracted.

The girls loved their uncle, Sarah in particular was attached at the hip to him, and it hurt her when he was hurting. You and Joel had tried to protect her, but she was an intuitive girl.

And then, there was you. You had wanted to wait until the girls were a little older to explain things to them, but they went to school in the same district you had taught in. a friend of Sarah’s suddenly wasn’t allowed to play at your home anymore, and soon a rumor went around school that you were born a man. Sarah came home crying one day when she was 12, and you didn’t want to lie to her. You and Joel sat Ellie and her down and explained it to them as best you could for their age. There weren't any handbooks for this sort of thing. 

There was a moment, a brief moment of worry in your head. The echo of Kayla’s voice telling you Sarah wouldn’t love you when she found out. But Kayla didn’t know Sarah. She’d probably seen Sarah three time since the day you confronted her for hurting Joel, and then disappeared. The only time you heard from her after that was when she sent back the papers, signed, relinquishing her parental rights so you could adopt Sarah. She enclosed a $50 check, and although Joel had told her that she could still see Sarah as long as Sarah agreed, you haven't heard from her since. 

At ages 11 for Ellie and 10 for Sarah, you held your daughters in the courthouse as they were legally adopted.

Now, you stood in the upstairs of the home you shared with your daughters and your husband as they showed you just the kind of young ladies they’d grown into.

Joel shook his head. “Thank you, girls, but we ain’t got room here. He’ll stay on the couch for a few days, but I don’t think he’d wanna stay there for more than that.”

After a bad night, Tommy stayed for a little bit. Joel said couch, but sometimes you took the couch so Tommy could sleep in the bed with Joel if he really was in a bad way. You loved Tommy like a brother, you and him getting close in the nearly year you both lived with Tess and Talia. 

Sarah and Ellie looked at each other, and Sarah spoke. “We decided we’d combine our rooms. Ellie will come sleep with me, and Uncle Tommy could have his old room back.”

You immediately felt your eyes watering, realizing how good your children had become, how much like their father they’d grown into. This is Joel’s call. “Girls, no, I don’t want y’all making these sacrifices-”

“Uncle Tommy raised me. And, no offense, but he’s my favorite person.” She said with a smile. “We want to.” And Ellie agreed.

Joel was still declining, but wavering. “I- thats very nice but if he were to move it, we’d have to commit to a year, maybe two, I don’t know…”

Ellie spoke now. “We think it would be best if he stayed for a while. We’re prepared to commit to this through high school. We wanna do this dad.” Her sincerity struck you, a young woman grown up right before your eyes. 

You turn to Joel.  “Baby… I think it might be a good idea…” When you turn to look at your husband, he has a tear rolling down his face and his chest breathing heavily. 

“Babygirls.” Joel’s voice warbled. “I love you, so much.”

When Tommy was sober and the worst of his hangove was done, you spoke to him.

2 months later he was moved into Ellie’s old room where he’s been the last year.

*

It’d been a year since that morning, and things were better than ever.

Tommy was sober, the girls were happy, you and Joel were happy, and everyone had driven out to Austin to celebrate Ellie’s first pride.

“Whatya think, kiddo?” Frank asked, clapping her back softly with his hand.

Ellie smiled widely, taking in everything around her.  “Pretty fucking cool!”

“Language.” Her dad chastised, earning a nudge from you. He continued. “Don’t be wonder’n off girls, it ain’t safe-”

You decide to tease him, being the only none LGBT person here, other than Sarah, although at 13 there was no reason she needed to commit either way. 

“Oh, so because almost everyone here is gay, it’s inherently more dangerous? Okay Joel.”

But Joel was not to be fooled when you’ve been playing this game for ten years. “Nice try baby…” He paused for a moment before adding, “You know it’s because the city makes me nervous, right? Not because-”

“I know, Joely” You pinch his butt, making Tess behind you gag, as if she hadn’t gotten a grab of a few Miller buttcheeks back before getting married. Well, legally recognized in the State of Massachutis, and not in the other 49.

“What about him?” Ellie asks loudly, pointing to a guy and nudging her uncle. “He looks like he could teach you better spanish.”

Tommy flicked her. “Don’t fuck’n point, shit head.” He ignored Joel’s tired reminder for language. Tommy is where she picked up the habit. “And just because he’s got brown skin doesn’t mean he speaks spanish.”

Ellie looked to Sarah. Sarah’s eyes said no. Ellie’s impulse control said yes. “Hey! You!” Ellie shouts to the man while everyone around her tries to stop her. Poor guy was just trying to get a hot dog.

“Hey?” He looked confused but not unkind as she walked fearlessly too him. He was a little taller than her dad, not by much, dark curls sticking to his head with sweat. It wasn’t even noon yet, but June in Austen could kill. 

Joel is calling Ellie’s name, pulling on her arm but she turns to him, looking up. “Let me do this or I will start screaming stranger danger.” Joel let go, but facepalmed, staying right next to her none the less. “You speak spanish?” She asked the man, thumbing towards Tommy. “My unce here is looking to brush up.” Double Miller facepalm.

“Uhhhhh, no, but I can get by in Hindi.” He looked to Tommy with a grin. “I can impress some desi MILFs, if that’s your goal.”

Tommy swooped in slinging Ellie over his shoulder as she shouted ‘hey!’ and began backing away. “Don’t listen to her, she’s- I swear we’re not racist- I told her not to assume- listen, she knows like, no white people- I’m Mexican!” He nervous rambled, Ellie over his shoulder telling him he’s floundering.

The man just laughed. “Hey, it’s alright, man. Don’t worry about it.”

Tommy mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ and turned around. Now facing the stranger, Ellie frantically motioned toward Tommy to him, pointing and drawing hearts in the air.

*

After running into him and embarrassing Tommy a few more times, Ellie and Sarah got his business card. Jake and Tommy have talked every day since.

That night, the girls sound asleep in their room, Tommy on the phone with Jake, you keep your hand wrapped tight around your husband's cock. You were tired, not wanting to get up to any antics but you definitely wanted to make your husband cum. He deserved an orgasm for dealing with crowds of strange people in a big city, constantly alert for his daughters, Tommy, Tess, Talia, you, and even Frank. Him and Bill were the same in that aspect, always keeping an eye on theirs, protecting the good people in this world. You suspected Bill was getting the same treatment on the farm right now. Well, almost. Bill didn’t strike you as the type to put up with edging.

“There you go baby, there you go… so close, so close… ah! Not yet!” You squeeze at the base of Joel’s cock, staving off his orgasm a third time. Oh, you were a tease.

“Blue, come ooooon!” He whines, fingers gripping the sheets so hard one corner was already pulled off the bed. “This ain’t fair.”

You begin to stroke him again, his hard and thick cock not allowing for you fingers to close around it, thick and juicy and oh-so mouth watering. 

“Ooooh poor baby boy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” You lied

“You always- ooohhh shit” Joel moans out for you, you love seeing your big tough man reduced to a whimpering puddle just from a little bit of edging. “You always say that, Blue”

Still, you laugh, your hand moving up and down on his cock as Joel begin to buck his hips into your fist. Silly boy, he thinks if he can reach his high faster, you’ll let him have it. “I know, I’m a meany meany.” You pinch his orgasm off again, giggling when he whispers a harsh-

“Fuck!” 

“Aht, aht, aht!” You continue to tease, spitting on his already over stimulated cock before playing with him more. “Language!” You reference his police of Ellie and Tommy.

Joel flops his head on the pillow. Your little pillow princess. “Oh I see. Y-your-” His words are cut off hummed whimper, his cute little feet wiggling. “You're punishing me for being annoying today?” He chuckles a little, knowing it’s all in fun.

You kiss his forehead. “Not one bit, baby. You’re my perfect man, and I want you to come. Go ahead Joel, come for me.” You pump him as the love of your life groans, covering your hand and his stomach in cum.

Once cleaned and in PJ’s, ready to sleep the fuck in on sunday, you assume your position behind him, wrapping your arms around his wide middle, getting a little wider every year, and kiss his scruffy neck. “Thank you for all you do for our family, baby.”

“Ain’t no thing.”

“But it is.” You coax him to look at you, his eyes wide and brown and beautiful. “I can’t imagine what my life would have been like if I had parents as supportive as you, loved me so unconditionally.” Things with your parents were pretty good now, they were. As well as you supposed it could get. They loved Sarah and Ellie and visited a few times a year, as you did them. Reconciling was more about giving grandparents to those girls they wouldn’t have otherwise. The day you met Joel, he said he hates his birthday, and that never changed. Years later, he’ll have a cake and accepts gifts, but it’s mostly for his girls. You found out his dad died on his birthday, leaving him without any parents. “Things would be so different. I wouldn’t have gone through addiction, I could have started hormones earlier and maybe I’d look-”

“Blue.” Joel turned over to cup your face. “There ain’t nothing wrong with the way you look. You’re my beautiful wife, and thats that.”

You smile at him. “Thank you, baby. But I mean it. I love that we can provide a different environment for Ellie to come out in.”

“I am too, mi amor.” He smiles back, and you lay your head on his chest. 

You wore his old flannel that night. It felt like home.

Wow, its been a ride!!

I know this series was small but im so thankful for everyone who read it and supported me!!!!

I hope somewhere out there, a transwoman reads this and feels seen <3 you are valued, you are important, you are loved

I love blue and I love the little word here, the found family Joel has gained over the years!!!! Now Jake enters the picture!

If you have any questions about this world, loose ends you didnt think i tied up or you have any additional q's of any kind, comment, reblog, or send an ask! Im happy to answer!

I love you all so much!

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[crazycurly-77]

Like an old married couple - Chapter 18

You missed him. You missed being in his company. You missed cooking with him. You missed his friendship and your conversations. You missed helping him with his boat and building your model ship while he was working on his boat. All in all you missed him and all that was him greatly. 

He missed you. Your presence in his house made it a home again. Cooking with you and for you was not simply because he had to eat, but to spoil and woo you as good as he could. He missed your laughter and your happiness and building both ships, his and yours. 

Without knowing it, you both were longing greatly for each other. But it shouldn't be. 

In the office the tension was high. You two tried to avoid each other at all costs, but in all honesty you were both pining away for each other. 

Your colleagues suspected that something had happened between you, but they didn't dare to ask. 

Sometimes you met in the hallway. Then you greeted shortly and were going your way. It was a total contrast as before. 

Something was clearly very wrong. Not good, not at all. 

Abby tried to talk to you about it “Y/N, what's the matter? What happened between Gibbs and you. I'm seeing that something's wrong. Before your illness you seemed so close and now you avoid and barely speak to each other. I'm worried about you two.”

You sighed “nothing really happened. We lived together for a short while, he cared wonderfully for me and we kissed. Then I left to go back into my own apartment.”

“You kissed??!!” Abby screamed and jumped happily up and down. “But wait a moment…why are you not happy and don't speak to each other?”

“I don't know” you said sadly shrugging your shoulders. 

“You should talk to him. I just wanna see you both happy” Abby said earnestly. 

Before you could say anything Gibbs was walking into the lab “who you wanna see happy, Abs?” 

“The family of the victim when you find the murderer” you answered and left the room. 

Abby reported to him what she had found. Then she was silent. Gibbs turned to her “what's the matter?” 

“What happened between you and Y/N?” she asked him. 

“Nothing. Any more questions?” he snapped. 

Wow, usually he didn’t snapped at her, so there had definitely happened something on both sides. But since she didn't want to provoke him further she shook her head “no” and he left returning to the bullpen. 

The rest of the day was thankfully pure standard. You immersed yourself in the new concept of user rights you had to build, which distracted you of your sad thoughts. You worked late and as you looked up everyone, even Gibbs, had left. 

Wait, Gibbs had finished work for the day? It's way too early for him. That's very unusual for him and you hoped that he is not sick. So you decided to finish work for today too and drive over to him. Maybe you can help him in any way. If he was not sick, maybe you can help him working on the boat and talk to him about your “relationship”. You missed dearly working together in his basement. 

So you drove to his house where his car was standing. He was home, good. You entered the house and were about to announce your presence with a loud “hello”, but then you heard voices coming from the basement. Curiously you neared the steps and then you saw them. A beautiful red haired woman was standing very close to him and was flirting with him. So that was the reason that he rejected you, now you knew. You felt the tears well up and your heart broke. As silently and fast as you could you were leaving his house with the firm intention to never return again. 

This night you cried yourself to sleep once again. You felt as if your heart was shattered beyond repair. Your dream was over, he had another woman in his life. 

The next day was the usual concerning work. But there she was, the lady from Gibbs’ house. Obviously military and named Col. Mann. Yes, she was beautiful and silently you wished them luck as you felt some tears moisten your cheeks. So you tried to concentrate on work and not to think about them, which you managed barely. 

Thankfully you had a lunch date with Ducky this day and you two had a wonderful time. He was just so sweet and could tell story after story, you could listen to him for hours. 

Suddenly he fell silent and asked worried “What happened between you and Gibbs?” “Nothing” was your short answer. 

“Y/N…I know you both and I am worried about you. Something's not right. You're not laughing anymore and always looking sad and he…he speaks even less than usual, if that's even possible. So tell me, what happened?”

So you sighed and told him what you told Abby plus your discovery yesterday evening. 

Ducky listened and then tried to calm you down “I can't believe that something's going on between him and Col. Mann. He is so into you. I thought he told you, but obviously he did not. 

Y/N, he was the one that carried you out of the helicopter. He did CPR the whole time until the ambulance arrived and he refused to leave your side. He stayed by your side and held your hand until you woke up and I never saw him so desperate before.”

You smiled sadly at him “thanks Ducky, but I think this time you are wrong.” You looked at your watch” time's up, we have to go.” With that you both were heading back to the NCIS building. 

Later that day Ducky called for Gibbs to come down to him. He immediately came to the autopsy and as he entered Ducky asked him to close the door of his office. 

“What's the matter, Duck?” Gibbs asked him. “That's what I'm asking you” Ducky responded. Gibbs looked puzzled at him “I don't understand.”

“I want to know what happened between you and Y/N.”

“Nothing. Can I go?”

“Did you noticed that she's not laughing anymore? That she's always sad? And you…you are more silent than usual. So I'm asking you again, what happened?”

“Not what I wanted to happen. We kissed, but she has a boyfriend, so nothing more happened” Gibbs explained getting slowly annoyed. 

“Are you sure that she has a boyfriend? Why should she be kissing you then? And why should she be living with you during her recovery and not with him? Think about this and talk to her, Jethro. That's the only thing I'm asking of you” Ducky tried reasoning him. 

The two old friends looked at each other in a silent conversation. Then Gibbs turned on his heels and went back to the office. 

Ducky's words were running through his head the rest of the day. Should he try to speak with you? Maybe Ducky was right. He saw you once in the afternoon and you really didn't look happy. You looked as he felt - miserable. Okay, after work he will pull himself together and speak with you about what's going on. 

The rest of the day he was so immersed in his work, that he didn't noticed when you left the building. So he grabbed the keys and drove over to your apartment with the full intention to clear this once and for all. 

But as he parked his car, got out and wanted to go to you he stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't expected what he saw there and that let the blood in his veins freeze. You and Simon were standing in front of the window. You were standing close to each other and then you were hugging tightly. 

He felt the building of the lump in his throat and how his stomach was twisting in knots. It felt like a massive punch to his stomach and someone stabbing his heart. 

He was right. He was right and he hated it. Once again his heart shattered into a million pieces. Without making his presence known he got back into his car and drove him to a night full of bourbon. 

As he entered the bullpen in the next morning the first thing he saw was you coming down the steps from Jenny's office. Why were you there? He didn't know, but suddenly he was furious. So he stormed towards you. 

You had spoken to Jenny and were going down to the office with your head hung. You didn't see him coming and were suddenly pulled into an empty room and were pushed against the nearest wall. 

You saw yourself confronted with a very angry Gibbs who was pressing himself to you to hold you in place. “How could you do that? How could you do that to me? Playing with me while your boyfriend was waiting for you? Wanted to know how it is like to kiss a superior? You know what? I will give you another sample” he hissed at you furiously and then he kissed you wild, angry and open mouthed. As if he wanted to punish you and stake his claim at the same time. 

That was so not him. You didn't know what he was going on about and you felt like you didn't know him anymore. So you pushed. You pushed him away from you as hard as you could and you slapped him. Who did he think he was? 

You were standing a few feet away from each other panting hard, eyes locked. Then you turned and fled out of the room and away from him. “Y/N. Y/N!” you heard him shout behind you, but you didn't stop. You ran. You ran out of the building and drove to your apartment all of the way crying hard all the time.

(To be continued...)

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[stars-by-the-pocketfuls]

💫 21/04/24 💫 @jegulus-microfic 💫 prompt: run 💫 word count: 800 words

“Bloody James Potter,”

With a scowl, Regulus launched himself onto a sofa, narrowly avoiding Barty’s outstretched legs.

“He transfigured McGonagall’s table into a lion in what he calls true Gryffindor spirit, and she was in a right mood with our class,”

He shot a glare at Evan’s barely concealed snort.

“It really isn’t funny. I was convinced she was going to turn Lestrange into a teapot if he got the spells wrong one more time, and as funny as that would’ve been, I really wasn’t in the mood. It’s bad enough everyone thinks he’s a bloody god, he really doesn’t need any more ego boosts. I mean, he could run for minister if magic and with just one of his pompous pretty smiles, he’d suddenly be running the country,”

Barty let out a long suffering sigh and handed Dorcas, who was draped over a chair, 10 galleons. Her smug smile was lost on Regulus, who was completely immersed in his rant.

“And there’s a rumour going around that the Ravenclaw Nancy was dared to high five the Giant Squid, but nearly drowned. And guess who comes to the rescue? James bloody Potter. Of course he knows how to swim, is there anything he can’t do? He’s some sort of over glorified knight in shining armour, soon there’ll be posters with his stupid face plastered in people’s dorms. With the way some people say his name you’d think he was a celebrity, and at this rate he’ll become one. Could you imagine if he was famous? I don’t think I could bear it, he’d do that stupid thing where he thinks it’s cool when he pushes his hair back. He couldn’t look more stupid if he tried. Salazar, I can’t wait to say I told you so, when he grows old and has a receding hairline,”

This time Barty opened his mouth, probably to ask why Regulus would still be talking to James when they were older, but Pandora poked him sharply with her shoulder from where she sat on the floor, and he promptly shut up. Passing 20 galleons, Dorcas rolled her eyes, the exasperation flying straight over the intended recipient. The target in question was still going, hands gesturing wildly as if he couldn’t possibly contain all his thoughts about Potter in just his angry words.

“He’s not even stupid like everyone assumes, it takes a lot of difficult magic to turn an inanimate object into a living thing, clearly he’s quite smart. He’s just like Sirius, neither of them are as dumb as they pretend. It was quite a brilliant bit of magic actually, but he never uses it for something worthwhile of course it was stupid show for his Gryffindor pride. We get it, you're proud you were sorted red, but nobody else gives a toss. The other day he was pretend flirting with Lupin, and he was saying how well crimson suits his complexion as if everyone doesn’t already know. It’s just so attention seeking, needing to announce that in the great hall, everyone already puts him on this pedestal, he doesn’t need to announce his radiance to the whole student body. Nobody cares.”

The initial smug smile had slipped off Evan’s face the longer Regulus kept talking, eventually morphing into false ire. He pulled an extra ten galleons out of his pocket and wordlessly handed the whole collection of coins into Pandora’s outstretched palms. Her triumphant laugh broke Regulus out of the James induced trance, finally noticing his other friends somber faces.

“Really Reginald, I bestowed my faith in you,” Barty lamented.

“What?”

“We were all betting on how long your love ballad would go on this time, and I was sure you wouldn’t go over ten minutes. Dorcas bet 20, Evan bet under half an hour, but of course you had to let Pandora win,”

He rolled his eyes, “that was not 30 minutes,”

“No it wasn’t,” Dorcas sighed consulting her wand, “it was 31 minutes and 10 seconds,”

If it wasn’t for the dark flush, it would’ve appeared he hasn’t heard her at all.

“And that wasn’t a love ballad,”

This time he caught the disbelief on everyone’s faces.

“Are you telling me he doesn’t get on your nerves too? I mean I’ve never seen anyone with such an inflated ego, and I’ve been going to pureblood gathering as soon as I could walk, and he struts-“

“Oh Merlin’s sake,” Barty let out a melodramatic groan. “I’m going to be broke by the end of the week. Can we call the bet off?”

[jimmycarterghostland]

The Lorien Legacies series is awful

Firstly, I have to mention that Ella plot twist.

In the Lorien Legacies, Ella is revealed to not be a Number. It happens in The Fall of Five book. Yet in The Power of Six, Henri's letters says there was a Ten. The writers clearly forgot that. They forgot a lot of things.

Ella being a fake Number didn't even add anything interesting to the book series. It was such a forced plot twist that didn't matter, other than make Ella sad for a couple pages.

I desperately wish The Snark Theater could critique the Lorien Legacies books. I loved his posts about The Maze Runner books and why they were bad. He was hilarious, informative, and gave some great writing tips. The LL series is a gold mine for anyone interested in going into detail about bad books. There needs to be a Cinema Sins for books.

I was a former LL fan, but I got older, got better at writing and recognizing bad writing, and have read better books, so now the LL books don't intrigue me anymore. Especially now that I became a fan of the ASOIAF series. George RR Martin is a much better writer than the ghost writers who cooked up the LL series drivel.

ASOIAF has amazing character continuity, no out of character moments, little continuity errors(whereas the LL series has dozens of those), better writing in general, proper foreshadowing, etc. George RR Martin's works help me with my own writing. I'm a better writer because of him, and much of his stuff has inspired some things found in my current writing project.

Is there anyone out there who used to love the LL series but fell out of love with it? Anyone who recognizes how bad those books are? When I was younger and dumber, those books were everything to me. Now I wish they had been genuinely good.

The LL books jumped the shark in The Fall of Five. It's popularity was as its peak in The Rise of Nine, but by TFOF is when it started to get Game of Thones's later seasons bad. In retrospect, these books were always bad, but they were genuinely terrible starting from The Revenge of Seven and onwards.

The Fall of Five is when the books started noticably making no sense. Adam saw a blonde Garde girl as one of the nine Garde in his first novella, The Fallen Legacies. Then Five was revealed to be a brown-haired guy in TFOF. This is the moment when the series truly jumped the shark. It made no sense that Five was a girl, and it broke immersion badly.

That same book reveals that Ella wasn't a Number. Yet Henri said there was a Ten in his letter. WTF, right?

A big reason why the LL books are bad is the number of continuity errors. This is probably the worst aspect of the books. With such an extreme amount of errors, the reader's immersion is broken and they can't trust the books to tell a story that makes sense. A writer should never write a plot twist if it doesn't make sense. Five was revealed to be a boy, yet Adam saw a blonde girl who wasn't One in The Fallen Legacies. This is why readers expected Five to be a girl. Also, they remembered Sofia Garcia, who saved a man during an earthquake. She was mentioned in the first book.

In The Power of Six, Marina mentioned a supposed Garde in Bangladesh. This couldn't have been Eight, because he spent his days in India. It wasn't the other Garde either. And in The Fallen Legacies, Adam mentions a Mogadorian who got killed when he tried to kill one of the Garde children. The charm killed him. It was never revealed who this Garde was.

Ella saw a painting of Five in The Rise of Nine, throwing something at Mogs while being in a tree. This plot point went nowhere.

The LL books were such a mess. Clues went nowhere, and sometimes there were no clues or hints when there needed to be clues and hints. It was horrible.

Not only did the Ella being a fake Number not make sense, but it destroyed the amazing thrill I got while reading The Power of Six and liking how Ella met Elder Loridas when she was a baby. And how he sacrificed himself for her. Well, the writers ruined this by making all of that into a bullcrap lie. Ella never met Loridas. I was furious.

In one of the later books, Six and Marina refuse to torture or kill an evil Mogadorian named Phiri. Such a terrible out of character moment.

I wish George RR Martin had written these books. I would've absolutely loved to see that. The LL books are so bad. They're poorly written. And it becomes noticeable when you know what bad writing looks like. The I Am Number Four movie was bad, but so were these books.

[lostlovesoul11]

[A CLASSIC MOVE]

Pairing: Officer Johnny X Officer Jungwoo X Reader

Warnings: dubcon, gunplay (slight), titty slapping, blowjobs, anal, dirty talk, double penetration, jealous jungwoo/ degradation, possessiveness, spankings, spitting, officers, public sex, handcuffs.

18+ no minors!

Word count: 5k

it was pretty self indulgent, these two have been corrupting my mind for a good amount of time, johnny makes me go crazy and jungwoo... lord i just had to make him have some jealously, hits with him. This been in drafts, got too carried away x

Summary: Will you get away from the speeding ticket?

Just a usual Friday, time flying pass as you anticipated the end. Finally being able to get out of this place for once, getting in to your car. It feels great to be in the comfort of your own space. No people. No work. Just you and the escaping music. Turning the volume higher, immersing yourself in to the sounds. Feeling restless to arrive at your destination, you accelerate not caring if you're breaking any laws. You had perhaps thought, no one had witnessed the pace of your car. Looking back and seeing no signs of any kind of patrols, continuing the pace. Oh was you so wrong! Watching the blue lights appear on your rear view, you rolled your eyes. "For fuck sakes... as you sighed out, hitting your palm against the steering wheel. You finally parked on the left side and waited for the officers to approach.

Frustrated since you was in a rush to get home and be completely relaxed but no not happening! Hm what to do? Simple, this isn't something new for you at all, you pulled down your top exposing your cleavage. A classic move indeed to avoid any ticket, plus a free show for them. A win win, you thought. Thought.

You knew the speed was over the usual amount but frankly could care less. Its just a hassle having to deal with this. Tapping your fingers on your steering wheel, expecting to find the officer approach towards your car.

Hearing a knock on your window as you look up and watch 2 officers standing in front of your car. Pushing the button down to open the window, you come across an extremely tall figure. Wearing a black uniform with sleeves rolled high, you licked your lips at the sight of his muscular arms, a big boy indeed. Officer Johnny was following your gaze going from his broad shoulders below to his name tag. Kneeling down from his height, he begins talking.

"Excuse me Miss, do you know why we have stopped you here?" his eyes were almost captivating, never leaving the eye contact as he spoke awaiting for your response.

"That I just over speeded slightly, Officer?" You raised your brow watching him with your big brown eyes. You knew it wasn't "slight" at all but who cares? Trying to sound like you admit it yet almost not giving a care at all.

Officer Johnny, giving an almost serious look eyes sharply staring in to your soul. With his deep authoritive tone and slight frown on his face, "Miss, you did a 70mph at a 50mph zone, clearly is not at the slightest at all."

A exhale leaves out of your mouth which makes your chest expand, further pushing up your cleavage as you breathe out. Eyes still set on you, watching him back trying to find composure. "Fine, can I get let off this time?" You watch back almost forming a pout with your lips, thinking you could possibly get away with it.

Alas. Officer Johnny wasn't a fool, he noticed the way you pouted, having puppy like eyes as if it would change anything. Being stern as ever with his look, "I'm afraid not. Rules are rules and you broke it." he says with his authorative tone.

"Fuck sakes." Is all that forms outside of your mouth, moving your eyes upwards. Why is this Officer so persistent in you catching a fine? You're normally used to ones who, perhaps are easily bamboozled. But Officer Johnny? Stiff and stern.

"What did you say? Miss, step out the car for me". Officer Johnny had a displeasing look to his face, sounding serious as ever.

You sighed yet again. Here we go. Unbuckling your belt off, as it comes up. Opening the door open and watching another Officer leaning on to your car, tall figure as the first but when you glanced at him it seemed like eternity, your eyes just melted in his. What a beautiful looking face, like wow. You swallowed your throat hard. He looked quite intimidating, dark eyes focused on your every movement. Looking down to his plumped pink lucious lips, you salivate. Moving lower, you see the name tag. Officer Jungwoo.

Standing in front of the both, feeling daunted as ever with their eyes on you. Being in the presence of two utterly hot guys wasn't what you had in store for yourself. Pressing your thighs together when the sensitive area makes you feel a rush almost immediately.

Managing to speak up, "So what now, Officer Johnny?"

"I'm going to need you to place your hands behind your back so I could search you Miss".

Lightly touching your arms, you feel the weight of Officer Johnny from behind. The smell of cologne hits you strongly. Feeling him so closely giving you huge goosebumps. Leaning close your ear, feeling hot breath tickling you almost. A whisper. "You think i didn't notice what you tried to do earlier? classic move, a classic."

You felt yourself shiver from his words alone, slightly opening your mouth letting out a small gasp. His voice sounding almost sensual and appealing in your ears. He already noticed the way you pulled your shirt down, assuming you would get yourself a way with it. Well, that's what you thought. Completely wrong.

You watch over your shoulders, trying to see what Officer Johnny is doing. You hear his stern voice again, this time not in a whisper. "Eyes forward, Miss".

Just as your told to do, suddenly sensitive from the hands placed on your shoulders. Breathing hiking up, wetting your lips as the patting on arms continues further down to your legs. Standing there silently as you feel sensations from his touch. He slightly raises up your shirt above your waist, with slow motions. You close your eyes and groan before you realise he begins rubbing. Feeling his hands wander causing a tickle, you flinched.

Looking back to see what was happening, he speaks up with his stern voice. "Eyes forward, Miss".

Moving yourself to face the front, wondering what is happening. Officer Johnny's hands reach inside your shirt, engulfing the large breasts which fit perfectly in his hands. Rubbing them between his hands, slightly shaking experiencing goosebumps raising in your skin. You can't help but feel the wetness expanding. Leaning your head back slightly, you gasp. Hearing his slow breaths caressing on your ears.

Finally mustering courage in your deliberate and nervous speech, you gulp down your throat. "Officer Jo-hnny... what.. are.. you doi-ng.." before turning you around to face him, he slightly chuckled. "Shhh.. if I was you I would comply. You don't want to get charged for the speeding ticket right?"

He leans in closer, fumbling his hands through your breasts in slow motions. You ponder on the thought, conflicted yet aroused. Loving the way his hands felt around you, simply muttering a moan. "Mmm" you bite your lips.

He turns you around facing him, watching your eyes almost like they are begging for more. This time he begins to squeeze your breasts, rubbing his hard thumb all over your sensitive nipples. Without warning, leaning lower he gives slow licks to your nipples, gaze still fixed on you. Your rolling your eyes back in pleasure, teeth sinking in to your lips almost making them bruised. Feeling the tongue trail around your breasts, he cups them inside his wet mouth. Flicking his tongue on your nipples before he slowly sucks. Unable to contain your moans, feeling helpless. Tilting your head back even more behind Officer Johnny as he watches you in delight.

"Oh, you like that don't you?" Managing to speak out then resuming to sucking, using his tongue even more to stimulate you. All that escapes out of your mouth is a moan, eyes closed trying to relieve the feeling of arousal happening.

"Nuh uh, tell me you like it, like the whore you are". Officer Johnny wanted words, he waited patiently and watched your reactions. Feeling so much pleasure just by his mere hands, you were able to form words out of your mouth.

"Ahh.. yes". Coming out with a slight moan to your words, you closed your eyes back and indulged yourself in the feeling of arousal. Him not being too impressed with your words, since Officer Johnny is strict and stern, questioned further for a proper response from you.

"Yes what?" Giving yet another chance for you to speak with manners, he likes being authorative and wants to feel respected, yet sluts like you can be ungrateful and he may have to teach a lesson or two.

Noticing Officer Johnny absoutely not budging, increasing his flow and tightly squeezing your nipples, making you gasp loudly and speak out. "Yes.. Off-icer Johnny".

As you spoke, you felt the pressure of his hands remain slower, not tightly squeezing you instead flicking his fingers on your wet nipples. Officer Johnny loved your reaction, seeing you in a helpless situation like this, on top of having some fucking manners.

He smirked, feeling impressed. Leaning in closer you felt goosebumps all over your arms, being raised up heightening your sensations even more. "Good girl" is all you heard, biting your lips at being called it. It did something to you, you loved being praised and hearing it from his sultry voice, you couldn't help but feel a rush straight away in your heat. Fuck.

Backing away, you felt the loss of Officer Johnny behind you. Not feeling his warmness or the smell of his cologne. You felt despair, extremely needy for more. Why did he just back away like that? Constant thoughts running down your fogged mind, turning around seeing Officer Jungwoo watching you.

Unable to stop your thoughts, thinking of what he may have been thinking seeing you half unclothed, getting teased by his fellow colleague. Since you came out of your car, not once has he uttered a word. But his looks, they tell many stories. Abruptly, you watch him as he walks forward towards you. The nervousness kicked in, the un knowing of what to expect next. You found Officer Jungwoo very coldlike, detached and in awe. Slowly, not realising you take a few steps behind as he approaches you. Scared? Very.

Eventually, you bump into the car behind, stopping almost immediate in your tracks. Oh shit. Your eyes moving in different directions, blinking constantly you lick your lip as he stands in front. Its unsettling to even look in to his eyes.

He pins his both hands on the car, making it impossible to escape. You feel caged like an animal, being watched by its prey. He focused on your eyes, admiring the nervous energy that he makes you feel. Bringing his hand forward, tucking away the strand of hair that had fallen out.

"You're a pretty one, ain't you." Finally uttering something, he slightly smiled. Feeling the sensation of his hand, you bite your lip. How is his touch making you feel weak already? And receiving a compliment from him just made you flutter, not only at the heart but also below.

"I saw the way you was fucking me with your eyes", He says so calmly yet in a cocky manner. Almost freezing up not knowing how and what to respond, you begin stuttering.

"I.. I...urm..." watching in amusment as you look so caught out. Putting his hands behind him to only pull out one of his gun. A black thick barrel. Your eyes expanding, breathing exhilarating as your absoutely fearful of what is in front.

Jungwoo loved seeing you look so small standing in front of him, looking fearful. It made him feel lustful and harden his cock. Bringing it to your cheek, you felt the cold barrel move slowly towards your wet lips. Truthfully you're terrified, a dangerous situation to land in. Closing your eyes to avoid watching, squeezing your hands tight forming sweat.

"Suck" is all you hear, immediately opening your eyes. Shocked yet ridiculously turned on. You feel a lump on your throat gulping slowly. His eyes have been set on you like a prey, you have no choice but to obey his orders. Opening your mouth, allowing the gun to enter inside. A completely strange feeling. Wrapping your lips all around it and sucked, maintaining eye contact with Jungwoo.

"Mm so desperate to have me in your mouth?" Raising his eyebrow, yet having a gentle smirk appear on his face.

Officer Jungwoo takes the gun out of your wet mouth, covered with all your saliva. He brings it to your lower body, trailing towards your breasts. As he covered around, he starts roaming towards your stomach, you slightly flinch.

"So wet already, is it for me or Johnny?"

He asks, watching you closely as he places the gun on top of your soaked panties, rubbing it around your entrance.

You feel so shameful but you can't help yet grind on the barrel. Throbbing for any kind of action to occur. Cannot even contain the small moans from coming out.

"For y-you...". Hearing Jungwoo say that, just made you feel more wetness arise.

Feeling satisfied with your response, which he already was aware of, especially the way you looked at him so differently. He removed the gun from your heat. You felt the loss of something rubbing you, wanting more.

"Follow me" He instructs, having the gun position behind your spine. It made you feel a shiver being pressed on behind your back. You get escorted to the Officer's Van. As you got in, it was a pretty spacious place. Enough room for many at once. Standing straight up, waiting for further instructions from him.

"On your knees" you drop below obediently, watching sitting right in front of you with his manspreading. The sight of it looked so hot. Finally loosening his zippers, eyes growing wide at the huge bulge in front of you.

"Can your pretty mouth take my huge cock?"

He leaned back comfortably, watching you be in awe. He loved seeing how nervous and innocent you looked infront of him, sending a rush to his cock. Stroking himself with one hand he slapped his cock on to your lips, making you open your mouth.

Jungwoo was too big for you. His cock was monster like. As you put your mouth in, already feeling tears in your eyes when he shoved the remaining length in. He wanted to take it his pace, wanted to see your face wrecked. Grabbing your hair and pulling it while pushing your head down. Feeling yourself gagging, you speak.

"It-s.. to-o big.." tears running down, hair wrecked, makeup half ruined. But this is what Jungwoo liked seeing, your pretty wrecked face. His cock was hitting the back of your throat viciously.

"Keep going" he smiled. Gosh he was slightly psycho. Just wanting a mouth for him to use whatever way he liked. He knows how close he is just by having you kneel infront of him like a good girl, looking absoutely flustered and ruined.

"O shit-''... he cursed under his breath, tilting his head back with his eyes rolled over. He looked extremely fucking sexy like this.

turning his face to you, as your struggling to keep his massive cock inside. "Fuck your eyes, so puppy like, makes me want to break you apart". His pupils dilated, darkness infiltrating inside of him watching you be so helpless.

"Hey you guys started already?"

You look up seeing Johnny coming inside, watching you on the floor taking in Jungwoo's huge length.

Officer Johnny sat alongside Jungwoo, with his complete manspreading. Removing his top off, leaving his body exposed. His abs were extremely prominent, mouth drooling at the sight of them. You didn't think Officer Johnny would catch you gazing at him, at the exact same time, making your heart drop.

"Like what you seeing? Crawl over to me right now," cockily tilting his head back, amused at how thirsty you looked over him and his body. Waiting for you to make your way over.

You look up to Officer Jungwoo, waiting for his confirmation. He nods his head, allowing you to go over to Johnny.

Slowly crawling over, you stop infront of Johnny. On your knees while in some pain. Eyes are waiting for whats to be told next. Truthfully, you found Officer Johnny incrediblely hot. Wanting to pounce him already.

Johnny leans forward, proximity of you both is close. A hand follows alongside him, it felt cold and strong as he cupped both your cheeks in hard. The sudden movement caused you to whine in pain, as he gripped it rough. Using his hand, he moved your face around, watching the state of your wrecked up face.

"Pathetic". He spat.

Pushing you away from him, feeling your whole body shake.

"Hands forward" Johnny demands.

You bring both arms out, nervous as what's to come next.

Johnny gets out the handcuffs that were placed inside his pockets. You watch as he places them on your wrists, tightening the cuffs, making you whine slightly.

"Much better."

"Now, beg for it." Johnny smiles, watches in amusment. One thing about him, he loved someone begging for him, the power he felt was huge and currently is at power.

"Please.. please Off-icer.. want your cock so bad...," you watch in desperation when he unbuckled his pants, pushing his boxers down only to reveal his gorgeous massive cock. It was hard as a rock.

Johnny noticed the way your mouth opened slightly, smirking to himself. He was cocky for a reason, big guys like him were always packing below. What did you expect from him?

"Hm, what was that again?," his hooded eyes fixated on you as he used his hand to stroke his own cock, speaking in a slower pace. God, he looked incredibly hot. The way his huge hand was rubbing all over his hardened cock, ensuring each part of his cock was touched. His chest heaving as he breathed, nipples harden continuing to touch himself.  You licked your lips at the sight of him jerking himself off.

"W-wanna suck your cock," you spoke out almost whiny. Your hands were cuffed so you had no clue what to do. Except, you stayed down and moved around, feeling your pussy throbbing hard than ever.

"So are you trying to imply you can stroke me better than myself?"

His voice was serious as ever. It felt like you offended him despite not trying to. Like, you couldn't ever say anything properly infront of him because Johnny would almost turn it around, manipulate you by proving himself.

"Well since we can't use your hands unfortunately," he leaned forward with his hand on his cock guiding itself towards you, rushing to pushing his cock inside your wet mouth, "this needy mouth of yours will do." You gasp loudly when Johnny forced his remaining inches inside your whole mouth, making his cock almost disappear.

A hand on the back of your head while Johnny pushed you back and forth, relieving his cock. At this point your mouth was merely a hole, to satisfy him. You kept groaning all over his cock, sobbing the pain away as he removed it out.

"Stupid girls like you want a big cock yet can't take one without shutting the fuck up. I thought it's what you wanted." he snarls. He made you give kitten licks with your tongue before he grabbed his balls dumped them all over your face.

"Lick." He commanded.

There's no lie how big and heavy his balls were. Your nose crooked in with his clean scent, licking them as much as you can. He grabs each ball and shoves it inside your mouth, your cheeks staying full of balls each side.

You just about could breathe after all of that intense deep throating and gagging on his cock.

Johnny leaned back on his seat while you sat on top. His hand roamed around your body before he removed your skirt off, your panties revealed themselves. They were fully soaked. It was bound to happen when you have two of the hottest officers with big cocks infront of you.

"Are you not embarrassed? He coos. You're this pathetically soaked that we don't even have touch this dirty pussy of yours." Again his words of humiliation got to you, only to make you even needy for him. He was absoutely right. At this moment of time, all you could want and need is his cock, throbbing inside of your pussy.

"N-need your cock inside me, please."

Your arms resting on his broad shoulder as be pulls you closer by the waist. Dragging his fingers inside of you before he slides his huge cock. You feel your eyelids flutter once he goes inside and out. Almost feeling his cock stretching your pussy all out. You've never had a big cock enter inside you, feeling like a virgin all again.

"F-fuck, better get used to this big cock slut. I know you can take it." He groans.

Johnny gripped your waist with force while you moved up and down. Cock swallowing itself inside of you, hitting your cervix.

His hands made its way to your chest, exposing your perky breasts. Cupping them in his hands once again. Feeling the pleasure of his cock and him touching your breasts was heavenly as you moaned. However this time, it was different. His hand released them, instead he began to deliver harsh slaps on your breasts. A bunch of sharp stings causes your movements to slow down and whimper in moans.

"These fucking tits of yours, wanted to show them off so badly huh."

*slaps*

"Sluts like you always show them just to get our attention, make our cocks hard purposely, making our jobs harder."

*slaps*

You can feel the stinging escalate, the skin on your breasts entirely red due to the slapping. You bite your lip so hard from the pain, eyes squeezing themselves. Although you felt pain, everything he said just made you clench around his cock more.

Johnny almost immediately takes control over you. His huge arms hug your back, keeping you locked inside his arms. You felt his cock going at a relentless speed in and out. You was seeing stars the way he roughly fucked your insides up. You can hear his groans against your skin sending you vibrations as his lips pursed your chest. Your head was facing Jungwoo as he stood near, approaching you.

"Want it?" Jungwoo questions you, stroking his own cock ahead.  Ofcourse you want his cock. Ever since you came out of your car and saw him outside, you couldn't even think clearly. He made you nervous yet so aroused by not even doing much, those eyes just did it for you. And the way his bulge looked so heavy under his pants, made you squeeze your thighs together.

Johnny is fucking you so good that you can't even speak. Your eyeslashes flutter as your wet mouth opens slightly, wanting his tip to enter inside your mouth. But Jungwoo doesn't budge easily. He wants to tease you.

"Hm? You need to use that mouth baby."

"W-want cock.." you uttered.

"What happened to manners? he leans closer, I thought Johnny taught you well, lifting your chin up with his finger. Where's the please?"

"Please Off-icer Jungwoo, want your cock please." You was so desperate for him, you missed feeling him inside your mouth, warming it up.

"Good girl."

Your wet mouth welcoming Officer Jungwoo's cock as you watch him with your doey eyes. His head grabs the back of your head, not even letting you get used to his thickness. Not only was your pussy getting thrusted, your mouth was also occupied. Hearing Jungwoo's moans were music to your eyes as it heightened the pleasure.

"You know, I'm kind of jealous." You moaned as he spoke, Johnny's cock was hitting deep inside of you. Its so hard for you to even focus when two cocks have filled your holes. Fucking dumb whore. The loss a throbbing cock that was inside your mouth made you needy.

"Come on Jungwoo," as Johnny gets up and presses his cock inside of your pussy once again. "Sluts like her need every hole of theirs filled with a cock."

Jungwoo came right behind you and spread your cheeks apart. He spat right inside of it and began slurping your ass. His tongue was like no other, sucking it like his life depended on it. A finger enters inside, whimpereing when he went in and out. "Look how your ass takes in my finger, just begging to my cock." You started to shake your ass trying to tease him only to earn a hard smack.

"You're so dirty baby, shaking your cute ass for me, want me to fill it up with my cock?" You nodded.

Suddenly, his tip entered causing you to moan, before his inches got all the way in. You felt like crying because Jungwoo had a fat big cock, the way he streched out your asshole.

"Aw does it hurt baby? He coos. Too bad. You're taking it until I'm satisfied."

You took a deep breath, biting your lips hard when you're sandwiched in between Johnny and Jungwoo. Johnny continued to fondle with your bruised breasts, slowly stroking your thighs with his hand as he positioned your leg up. The hands roaming all over your body heightened all your erogenous areas, making you a whole mess of wetness. His cock was getting deeper with each thrust, legs in pain with being raised so high yet mixed with the immense pleasure you received, allowing the cock to hit deeper.

"Slut, you really feel tight around my cock, its like her pussy was made for me, isn't it." He bragged.

"Her ass is tighter." Jungwoo growled, placing his fingers on your slender neck. You felt his hand tighten more as he savagely thrusted inside you. Gasping as your breathing felt restricted, yet that move had only made your hole clench on his cock. It was even more rough than the start. Truthfully, Jungwoo felt some jealously when he saw the way Johnny was fucking you so good, you being a complete whore for him with your big tits. Ever since he saw you all he could think of is how he would fuck you inside this van.

"Do you like Johnny fucking your pussy whilst I fuck your tight needy asshole?" Jungwoo grunts. Ofcourse you love it, never having such thick huge cocks in your life. You were too fucked out instead leaving a moan without responding.

"Mmmm.."

"She loves our cocks, I can feel her almost clench around mine.'' Johnny grunts. You slide back and forth on his cock hitting the particular spot.

This just made Jungwoo filled with more rage. And some part of it, you knew, yet you let it happen because you found it so arousing. Your head was in the crook of Johnny's neck, taking in his freshly scent. Eyes rolling backwards whilst both cocks were thrusting so deeply.

He grabbed your waist above so he could force his inches inside your ass. Pushing forward all the way to your ass, swallowing his cock inside. His balls are smacking behind your pussy lips, with great force. All your juices were literally covering his balls. Your mouth was opened widely as pleasure came along, his wet balls hitting your pussy. Jungwoo pushed you behind him as your body hit with his. Feeling all the sweat and heat as both your bodies were so close. The feeling of his balls and Johnny's dick around your pussy made you shiver. You know you're almost done.

"Officer Jung-woo.." you whimpered cries.

He began to nibble on your ears, sucking your neck, starting to tremble from his breath.

"Only i can make you break apart." He whispered.

Feeling his fingers digging into your hips, leaving his marks. He continues ramming you behind loving the way your hole takes him in so perfectly. Like its made only for him. His thrusts almost become violent.

He turns your face towards him. "Don't hide your cute face from me, I wanna see you break in front of me."

How can a face like that even say such things. Almost obsessed with seeing you tear infront of his eyes. Johnny held your legs high continuing to hit the spot, bodies are heating with the face pace both are going. Beginning to feel numb from the fucking, Jungwoo's grunting before his lips captures yours, hungrily. His lips felt so soft and lucious, tasting so sweet as both your tongues fight. Saliva dripping down from your mouth, Jungwoo continuing to spit inside as you swallow like the good girl you are. It was filthy, being rammed by a huge cock in your ass while your pussy gets wrecked. Your walls suck in to their cocks, both of them slamming harder. Your cries and moans send them to edge, feeling their cocks pulsing just before they release their hot cum filling your holes. His hand remained on your throat, fucking their cum deep inside of you because your so fucking needy. Fingers squeezing your throat as your pussy was clenching on to their cocks. Starting to feel light headed, with their intense thrusting, you orgasmed so hard. Overwhelmed by such strong pleasure.

"Such a good girl you was", Johnny spoke taking his cock out of your pussy watching his cum trip down.

Jungwoo also agreed but seeing your face made his cock harden once again. How can someone look so beautiful with tears, ruined mascara and lipstick smudged. "You did so well." His finger rubs against your lips, before you suck them in.

This is what you get for doing the classic move. You get punishment and fined by getting railed by two throbbing thick cocks.

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[ninjakk]

Reading between the lines - the nano moment that broke my heart.

The chapter where WWX loses his temper at Koi Tower and he sees his own 'hideous' reflection in LWJs eyes, is something I found painfully sad to read. I mean, you can't blame him for getting angry. The whole Wen refugees arc is just sad and disgusting. To see people who hold power and consider themselves morally righteous abuse them in such a way - no wonder he was enraged.

So the line in particular is:

Lan WangJi spoke, one word at a time, “Wei Ying, put down Chenqing.” Wei WuXian looked at him. From against the pair of eyes as mild as glass, he saw his own hideous reflection. He spun around, shouting, “Jin ZiXun!”

Chapter 72

To me, it symbolised so much. WWX is clearly momentarily disgusted at what he has become due to his rage. He actually can't bear to look at his reflection for very long and turns away. But there's so many layers to this short interaction.

There are few people that WWX truly cares about what they think of him. In fact, I might go as far as to say, it might just be LWJ and JYL. He obviously cares about others to a degree, but I don't think anything would hurt him as much as JYL or LWJ thinking he was a monster.

Using LWJs eyes as the point of reflection is a multilayered way to show so much, in such a short scene. This, I personally think, is something MXTX is particularly good at. It obviously lets WWX see himself, as we've mentioned above. And we can go as far as to say this is momentarily how LWJ sees him for a split second, as his worry for WWXs heart being darkened by the path he has chosen surfaces once more. Of course LWJ doesn't view WWX like that, it is just a second when WWX is extremely angry and not himself.

This is also how WWX thinks LWJ sees him anyway, so seeing the reflection of himself manifesting as such in the eyes of someone he always wants to look at him, must have hurt subconsciously. Obviously he's in the heat of the moment, so nothing is really noted. But, as the reader we are privy to know the subtext and indeed his own untapped feelings, even more than poor WWX at times. Knowing how much WWX truly cares about how LWJ regards him, it hits the reader where it hurts, in his momentary emotional absence.

WWX quickly turns away from LWJ and continues to threaten them for the whereabouts of WN, putting any emotions that might have threatened to surface, behind him.

To me, it's such a heartbreaking nano moment. The reader's pain is eased somewhat for a second by LWJ defending his intentions once he's gone, but this is no comfort for WWX, who is no longer there to witness this. But, only to have the knife twisted in once more, when LXC thinks out loud about how WWXs heart has apparently changed. With this LWJ is pained, by this frivolous comment. I mean, LXCs comment and his character in general is a whole other post! So we won't go into that this time!

It's so cleverly done, it really does deserve some praise! MXTXs novel is full of 'blink and you'll miss it' subtext and little nods to previous chapters. She never spoon-feeds the reader, she has trust in her writing, her characters development and her readers to fully immerse themselves in the story and read between the lines when required.

[giyyuzz]

lonely heart — lee heeseung.

pairing. non-idol!heeseung x gn!reader

genre. lovers to exes, angst.

warning(s). major character death, mentions of blood.

summary. since you left, heeseung felt like the loneliest person in the world, he missed everything about you and would do anything in his power to turn back time and not lose you, but unfortunately he couldn't. and he lost you again.

note. this is my part for xae's collab 'i still remember us' ! @jalnandanz

wc. 2.6k

"we will be together for all eternity" that was the first promise you made. and the last one you broke.

heeseung couldn't help but think of you every day.

he missed you.

he missed your face, your laugh, your hair, he missed hearing your voice in the morning when you woke up next to him, feeling your breath on his face like a light breeze that caressed him, he missed how your skin felt under the tips of his fingers, spinning around as if he wanted to draw all the love he felt on you as if he was the luckiest and most talented artist in the world.

but above all things, heeseung missed your love.

he could remember all those moments as clearly as if they had happened the day before.

as if he had never lost you.

he had been tossing and turning in his bed for hours thinking about you, thinking about what troubled his heart and that it still hurt him to admit.

he always knew that at the time he wasn't the best person in the world, much less the best boyfriend, he wasn't as affectionate and attentive as you would have liked, nor did he know how to express his feelings in the correct way without screwing up trying. but still he liked to believe that despite all the bad things about him, you still understood and accepted him as he was.

he still remembers how your relationship broke down little by little and how he did absolutely nothing to stop it, despite all the fear he felt at the thought of losing you he felt incapable of doing good when all he could do was watch how you were pushed away from him and lost all the feelings you ever had for him.

he did nothing and would always hate himself for it.

-

"heeseung let me go"

"i can't do that"

his arms were wrapped around your waist as he hid his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. the tears fell from your eyes and the only thing you wanted was to get out of there and get away from heeseung, to end everything.

"please don't go, don't leave me alone" his voice came out weak and breathy "stay with me, we can fix this but please don't go"

you bit your lip and as you listened to him sob you stopped trying to escape from his grasp. it was always the same, for months You argued every day, even if it was about the stupidest thing in the world, and when you wanted to end it all, he always found a way to hold you back, to make you stay by his side.

and you didn't want that anymore.

but you loved him, despite everything you still did and sometimes your heart was much stronger than your head. it was hard to imagine a life away from him.

"i promise you that i will change and we will fix this" his hands were intertwined with yours, not wanting to let go.

"how many times have you said that, heeseung? we can't do anything for this relationship anymore and you know it, we're just hurting each other"

"this time it's serious" his hands were now on your cheeks, caressing them so softly and carefully that you wanted to cry again "we love each other, right? we can still work this out"

you just nodded, believing his words again as you immersed yourself in the warmth of his body, finding your safe place once more.

everything around you, everything you had built in those years was falling apart but you just pretended that nothing happened, dancing together under the moonlight but burning inside.

he was draining you, dragging you with him in his misery only to fill his own void.

-

it was autumn when heeseung lost you for the first time.

the days were sad, the sky was dark, the weather was cold and the leaves decorated the streets giving it the color that the rest of the landscape lacked.

by that point heeseung was more than convinced that you were already tired of him and that he was ruining everything in his path.

to say that he was terrified wasn't enough, he never said it out loud but he really loved you and was deeply in love with you, his whole body lights up like fire when he sees and touches you, from the first time he saw you he felt that well-known spark that everyone was talking about, his skin danced every time his fingers touched you, when your lips brushed he could feel his heart melt, and there were thousands of other emotions he felt every time he was with you that it didn't give him the life to be able to put them all into words.

a few tears had the luxury of leaving his eyes without permission, if there was something he really hated, that was crying, it made him feel like the weakest person on earth and he just wanted to hide his head under the ground until everything was gone. magically fix it.

but things weren't that simple.

he would have stayed in that same position staining his sheets with his salty tears if it wasn't for the alarm clock. he hadn't slept at all that night and he sure had huge bags under his eyes.

it was hard for him, all he wanted was to stay in his bed, the first thing he did was go to the bathroom and it didn't take long for him to make a face of disgust when he saw his reflection, he was disheveled, his eyes were tired, somewhat swollen and their dark circles could be seen from miles away. he just let out a long sigh and took a shower to finish waking up.

he wanted to check the time on his phone but instead he stared dumbfounded at his wallpaper that hadn't paid him much attention until that day, it was a photo of you two with headbands in the shape of kitten ears, it was his first date at an amusement park, he smiled a little as he remembered that day and the radiant smile you had that whole day, he had sworn it was even brighter than the sun. despite the fact that he almost vomited when he got off the roller coaster, he had an incredible time, he still couldn't get the first kiss you shared out of his head, which had been inside the ferris wheel, you had been too nervous and just when you were at the top while you were observing the beautiful landscape he confessed to you, and all you could do was give him a small kiss on the lips to express what you felt, that night he had not been able to sleep from happiness either.

"heeseung"

he turned his eyes towards you, who was the same or worse than him but only limited himself to ignoring you and preparing his things.

"i can't right now y/n, i have to work"

"i don't care, we need to talk"

his heart stopped beating for a few seconds, his head began to fill with thousands of unpleasant thoughts that made his stomach turn nonstop and made him want to throw up.

he took a few seconds to react but he tried to put on his best face "about what?"

"about us"

his breath hitched, finally everything he feared was coming true.

what did you want to talk about? did you get tired of him? did you find someone else? someone who did give you everything he couldn't? was it his fault?

"what about us?"

"can you stop being so rude for a second and look me in the face?"

heeseung just sighed and finally turned his whole body to look at you. but he regretted it, just by looking into your eyes he already knew everything you were thinking.

"i think we should break up"

his whole body tensed, he frowned and after a few seconds in silence he just kept doing his thing "stop saying stupid things just because you're mad"

"this is not something stupid heeseung, i'm serious" the tears were already falling from your eyes and his head was only filled with bad thoughts.

"why?" he focused all his attention on you, with his bright eyes wanting to let out the tears that was holding "is it that you don't love me anymore? or is it because you love someone else, right? that's why you're leaving me?" his body moved closer to yours, gripping your shoulders tightly.

"heeseung stop, you're hurting me"

"what did i do wrong? i can fix it if you tell me-"

"heeseung!" you abruptly separated from him, the touch that used to give you comfort and that you used to love now scared you "it's for this very reason that we must break up, you always seek to fight over the slightest thing, you get angry at anything i do, you never talk to me about anything and you end up ignoring me for days, plus you never trust me and you always end up thinking that i'm cheating on you or that i don't love you"

you wanted to hold his cheeks in your hands, to tell him that you loved him more than anyone else in the whole world, that there was still a chance you could fix things and start all over again.

but you didn't.

"but i love you" heeseung wanted to get closer to your body again but you just walked away, you knew that with anything he said or did you would end up falling into his arms again.

he couldn't understand it, you were his whole life, why did you want to be away from him? in the end all those thoughts that you were getting bored of him were true, now he would be alone again as before.

"but i don't heeseung" and at that moment he could clearly hear his heart break into millions of pieces "i fell out of love, i can't find another reason to love you"

it was getting harder and harder to speak, only lies that burned your throat came out of your mouth.

heeseung couldn't even react, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore and his body could only hug yours tightly, refusing to let go.

he couldn't say anything at all, he had so many things to say but he just clung to your body, wanting all that to be just a nightmare, he wanted to wake up and see you by his side like everyday, what would he do without you?

was he ever going to be able to find someone who loved him as much as you had? who understood him? that despite his capricious child's attitudes, would stay by his side? not judge him, or make fun of him? he was sure the answer was no, he was so terrified at the idea of ​​being alone and going back to that old darkness that without noticing it now he was on his knees hugging your legs.

you were his first love, you were the first person to whom he gave everything and came to truly love with all his heart and soul. and the best thing is that everything had been mutual.

but all that ended up being clouded by those bad thoughts that always blocked him from everything that was real.

he wanted to run after you but his legs were paralyzed, as if they had been glued to the ground, he wanted to yell at you not to leave him, to stay with him a little longer, but he didn't have the ability to move and when he saw how your back only further and further away, managed to split his heart in half.

he hated himself, he cursed in a thousand different ways, he wanted to scream and hit himself with all his might but he did nothing, and that was what ended up hurting him the most, being able to have done so many things and said so many words, he just stood still like an idiot.

his heart felt empty, broken and lonely, what would he do with it now?

you broke your promise.

since then heeseung hates autumn, he hates the colors of the season, he hates stepping on dry leaves while walking although as a child it was what he loved to do the most, he related that noise to the moment his heart was broken into pieces, with a part staying with him while you took the other.

he hated seeing himself reflected in those leaves, that fell when they were already expired and that their only destiny were to be crushed by someone.

-

it was spring when heeseung lost you for the second time.

it was all very unexpected.

sometimes he couldn't help but wonder, would this have happened if he had stayed a little longer with you? if he had held you one more second by his side? was it his fault? of course it was, he thought so.

he can't even remember exactly how it all happened. his mind is blurred, the voices of his memories are distant and your face is distorted.

he couldn't even remember your face well without seeing a photo.

it wasn't raining, it wasn't winter, there was no wind and it wasn't even cold, the day was warm, people were walking calmly through the streets with joy, the weather was ideal to be a perfect day. and heeseung thought that the flowers in the park would make you look even prettier.

it was the first time he saw you after so many months, he had missed you so much and you could feel how his heart healed a little just by looking into your eyes and feeling your skin under his fingers.

however, you were only there to look for the things you left in his apartment and never took with you, maybe that was the reason why he never moved, torturing himself between those walls that kept so many memories and secrets.

you hadn't even been able to look him in the face because you couldn't stand it.

he wanted to talk to you, he had begged you to come back to him and he wanted to convince you that there was still time to fix things and be happy, but you just got angry and you ended up arguing. as usual.

he couldn't even remember the things that had been yelled in each other's faces anymore, but he was grateful for that. the only thing he remembered was that you told him that you didn't want to know anything about him.

and he loved you, so he did the only thing you wanted.

but it was a mistake. he never should have let you go, he should never have abandoned you, maybe he should have fought for you more.

it was already too late anyway.

It wasn't long after you left that door that he began to hear noise outside.

and you were there, on the street covered in blood while the man who was driving the car was crying next to your body.

heeseung sometimes thought that it had to have been him instead of you.

he hated spring, the leaves on the trees were constantly whispering to him, haunting his mind.

he hated the flowers that reminded him of you, he hated that when he left his house everything around him was beautiful, the world shone and he felt empty, it was unfair that the universe didn't let him mourn your loss in peace.

you broke your promise again.

and now there was nothing he could do.

you died with an unfulfilled promise, with a promise that neither of you could keep.

and it had all been his fault, he could never forgive himself for that.

heeseung lost you months ago that autumn night, and he did it again that spring afternoon.

but at that moment, lying on his bed with tears in his eyes, his heart about to come out of his mouth and with the moon being the only witness to his agony, he realized that he had not only lost you, the love of his life, physically and forever, but also at the time he kept you away from him, leaving you alone and with a broken heart.

he had abandoned you, and now you left him with a lonely heart.

and since then heeseung hates life.

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[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 13

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 13 - This Venerable One's Bride

No need to remind Mo Ran. Chu Wanning had already figured that out long ago.

Those people were chatting and laughing, but they didn't know where the voices came from. Those who were sitting or standing, gesturing and toasting; their faces were blank, just like paper.

"What do we do? Do we have to go in and drink with them?"

Chu Wanning was not amused by Mo Ran's poorly-timed joke, and he lowered his head in thought.

At this moment, there was a sound of rustling footsteps in the distance. Two long lines of people emerged from the hazy fog, slowly approaching the main building from the distance.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran subconsciously ducked behind the rocks, and the two teams approached, led by a coquettishly smiling golden boy and girl. These two people had clearly defined facial features. Their faces were colourful, and in the night light, they looked like paper dolls burned for the dead.

Each of them was holding a red candle in one hand. The body of the candle was as thick as the child’s arm, with dragon and phoenix seals entwined on it. As the candle burned, the rich fragrance of the powder wafted to their noses, and Mo Ran almost fainted again. Fortunately, the wound that Chu Wanning stabbed in his arm still hurt, and he squeezed the wound again, finally keeping his consciousness clear.

Chu Wanning gave him a look.

Mo Ran: ". . .cough, this trick works."

After a pause, he wondered again: "Shizun, why don't you need to poke holes in your body to stay awake?"

Chu Wanning: "This fragrance doesn't work on me."

"Huh? Why?"

Chu Wanning said coldly: "Good concentration."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

Headed by the golden boy and girl, the two lines climbed up the steps. Chu Wanning moved his gaze back, looked for a second, and suddenly let out a low "Hmm?"

He was rarely surprised, so Mo Ran was immensely curious. He followed his line of sight to see, also amazed.

He saw that those who swayed in the procession were all dead bodies with closed eyes. They had pale skin and kept the appearance they had before alive. Most of them were very young. They were in their twenties, both men and women. One figure was very familiar--

The Chen family's eldest son, who was seen in the coffin before, appeared in the procession again at some point. His eyes were closed. He followed the scent of candles and walked slowly. Next to him was something different from the others. Others had corpses walking next to them, he walked next to a paper mâché ghost bride.

While Mr. Chen was not a big deal, when the procession came to the end and they saw the people at the end of the two lines, Mo Ran's face drained of blood.

Shi Mei and Chen Yao had their faces hung and were following behind the dead body. Both of them had their eyes closed. Their faces were as white as snow. Their walking posture was no different from those of the dead people in front of them. They didn't even know if they were still alive or not.

Mo Ran's mind exploded. He jumped up and wanted to rush over, but Chu Wanning suddenly grabbed his shoulders: "Hold on."

"But Shi Mei——!!!"

"I know." Chu Wanning stared at the procession slowly moving forward and whispered, "Don't move rashly. Look over there, there is a martial law barrier. If you rush past it, the barrier will scream and I'm afraid that all the faceless ghosts in the yard will rush at you, and the scene will grow out of control."

Chu Wanning is the master of barrier enchantments. He recognized these enchantments well and his eyes were razor-sharp. Mo Ran found that at the entrance to the banquet yard, there was a nearly transparent film.

The golden boy and girl walked to the front of the courtyard. They gently blew on the cupped candle flame, fluttered the flames, and then slowly - passed through the layer of barriers and walked into the courtyard.

The men and women behind them followed them one after the other, passing through the transparent barrier without any issue. The faceless people in the yard drinking wedding wine turned their heads, watching the men and women who entered, laughing and applauding.

Chu Wanning said: "Go, follow them. When you cross the barrier, remember not to breathe and keep your eyes closed. Also, no matter what happens, copy what the corpses are doing and never speak."

He didn't need to say anything more. Mo Ran eagerly wanted to save the others, and immediately followed Chu Wanning into the group of corpses.

The number of corpses in the two lines stayed the same. Chu Wanning stood behind Shi Mei, and Mo Ran could only stand behind Chen Yao. The lines moved very slowly, Mo Ran glanced over at Shi Mei several times. All he could see was his pale profile and a section of white neck that was helplessly drooping.

It was hard to keep up the act all the way to the boundary. The two concentrated and held their breath, smoothly following through to the courtyard. After entering, he found out that the area inside was much larger than it looked like from the outside. In addition to the three-story main building, the courtyard was lined with a hundred or so small rooms, each of which had a red letter of happiness in their window and a red lantern.

The faceless guests suddenly stood up. Salutes were fired and suona horns sounded.

A faceless salute officer in front of the building sang in waves: "The auspicious hour has arrived, and the bride and groom have entered the garden--"

Mo Ran was stunned. What? He dared to say that these two dead bodies are the bride and groom?

He turned his head to ask for help from Chu Wanning, but the brows of Beidou Immortal were furrowed. He was immersed in his own thoughts, unable to extricate himself, and didn't bother to look at Mo Ran.

. . . Mo Ran felt that all his uncle's hard work might be in vain. Going down the mountain to gain experience, with this kind of shizun, was really more damaging to his pride than if he had gone without a shizun.

Suddenly a group of laughing and joking tufts of children rushed out from the courtyard, dressed in bright red clothes, but with white head ropes tied in pigtails. They clustered like fish to either side of the lines and began pulling one person each, leading them to the compartments on either side.

Mo Ran didn't know what to do so he mouthed to Chu Wanning: Shizun, what should I do?

Chu Wanning shook his head, pointing to the tidal wave of dead bodies that followed the boy and girl scattered in front of him. The meaning was clear - follow them.

There was no choice but to let a boy with a bun pull him forward, stumbling into one of the compartments. As soon as he entered, the boy waved his sleeve in the air, and the door closed with a bang.

Mo Ran stared at the little man, wondering what the faceless brat wanted to do to him.

In his previous life, Chu Wanning rescued Shi Mei first and then broke the illusion. He didn't do anything the entire time then he easily removed the evil spirits. And then all he did was relish in the wonderful afterglow of kissing Shi Mei. Afterwards, during Chu Wanning’s report, he actually didn't listen much.

So now the situation had completely changed. He didn't know what was going to happen next, so he could only bite the bullet.

The room was decorated with a dressing table, a bronze mirror standing upright, and a black and red suit embroidered with Ruyi patterns supported on the wooden frame.

The boy patted the stool and motioned for Mo Ran to sit down.

Mo Ran realized that the ghosts here weren't very clever. They were pretty stupid. As long as he didn't speak, they couldn't tell the dead from the living, so he sat in front of the dressing table like the child wanted. The little boy rustled over and started to help him freshen up and change his clothes. . .

Suddenly, a begonia flower drifted in from the window and landed leisurely in the water inside the copper basin.

Mo Ran's eyes lit up. This begonia was called Evening Night Northern Star, which was specifically used by Chu Wanning for silent messaging.

He picked up the begonia from the water, and the flower instantly stretched and bloomed in his palm, revealing a gleam of light gold in the centre.

He twisted the golden light on his fingertips and put it to his ears. Chu Wanning's voice rang in his ears.

"Mo Ran, I have confirmed with Tianwen that this is the illusion created by the Master of Ceremonies Ghost in Caidie Town. It was worshipped by the villagers' incense for a hundred years and gradually cultivated into something more physical. As long as there are more ghost marriages, its power will grow stronger, so it loves to organize these wedding ceremonies. Those corpses lined up in two lines should be the ghost couples that the people of Caidie Town have put together under its witness over the past hundreds of years. It likes this kind of fun. Every night, it summons those corpses to the illusionary realm and conducts another ghost marriage, and each time it conducts it, it grows even stronger."

Mo Ran thought to himself - What a pervert!

When other gods are bored, they'll at most match up boys and girls. What kind of Master of Ceremonies is this? It's said to have an immortal body, but its brain must not have kept up with it. Its only hobby was to match up male corpses and female corpses. It didn't matter if they were already matched, the dead married corpses were summoned from the grave every night, again, again, and again.

Was this group of corpses that good-looking?

This bachelor god must be lonely enough.

Chu Wanning continued: "Its true body isn't here. Don't act rashly. Follow the instructions of the golden boy and girl for a while. Since it wants to absorb the power of their ghost marriage, it will inevitably show its original shape in the end."

Mo Ran wanted to ask: Where's Shi Mei? How's Shi Mei?

"There's no need to worry about Shi Mei. He, like Madam Chen, was bewitched by the fragrance powder and temporarily lost consciousness." Chu Wanning considered the problem very carefully and made it clear that what Mo Ran might be wondering. "Take care of yourself. I've got everything under control."

After speaking, the voice disappeared.

At the same time, the child also took care of Mo Ran's attire. He looked up and saw that the face in the bronze mirror was beautiful, the corners of his lips naturally raised, his eyebrows were clean and fresh, his collars were overlapped, his auspicious clothing was a flaming red, and the hair was long but tied back with a white hairband, and he really looked like a married bridegroom.

The boy made a gesture of "if you would" and the door of the closed compartment creaked open.

Under the corridor, standing a row of corpses in auspicious clothes, both men and women, it seemed that the clay head mould of the Master of Ceremonies Ghost wasn't enlightened yet. As long as he had pairs in the hall to be married, it didn't matter, regardless of whether it was a man and woman, man and man, or woman and woman. He didn't care.

There was only one line of dead bodies standing on this side of the corridor, and the other line was on the opposite side. They were too far away, and he couldn't see if Chu Wanning and Shi Wei had come out.

The procession was moving slowly forward, and every now and then the sound of the chanting of the officials in the building could be heard. The marriage of one pair after another was slowly being completed.

Mo Ran took a look at Chen Yao in front of him and felt that something was wrong. After pondering for a while, when the line was gradually shortening and the last few pairs were about to take their turn, the dirty bastard finally understood— —

Wait! According to the procession, does that mean the woman in front of him is going to be married to Shi Mei? Wouldn't that mean he's going to be paired with that little bitch Chu Wanning? This isn't going to work!

At that moment, the former emperor of the human realm was not happy anymore. He grimaced and unceremoniously pulled Chen Yao, and cut in line and stood in front of the others.

The little boy behind him was taken aback for a moment, but Mo Ran quickly put on the expression of a half-dead hanged ghost with a bowed head, drooping down and mixing in with the corpses. Those golden boys and girls with low cultivation levels were in a daze, probably too dumb to figure out what had happened so they didn't react.

This time Mo Ran was happy. He followed the line with great enthusiasm, ready to walk to the end so that he could meet with Shi Mei on the other side of the corridor.

At the same time.

Chu Wanning glanced at Shi Mei standing in front of him, and thought for a while, not knowing what dangers lay ahead.

He has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, though harsh to the point of being repulsive. But, in fact, as long as he was there, he wouldn't put his apprentice in any kind of danger.

As a result, he also tugged Shi Mei and pulled the unconscious man behind him while he stood in Shi Mei's original position.

It was his turn.

The ghost bridesmaid standing at the end of the corridor was holding a black and red tray. Seeing Chu Wanning coming over, he chuckled, his face without facial features making a girl's crisp voice.

"Greetings and congratulations to the bride, she is beautiful and white."

Chu Wanning's face instantly darkened.

Br-Bride. . .? ? Do you have no eyes?

He looked at the blank face of the ghost bridesmaid again and held back a shout.

He really doesn't have any fucking eyes.

The ghost bridesmaid smiled and picked up the red gauze veil in the tray. Raising his jade-like arms and pale hands, he covered Chu Wanning's face. Then he stretched out his cold hand, gently held Chu Wanning, and said with a sweet smile: "Bride, if you would."

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[musette22]

Minnie Sweets, i love you to death but hOW DARE THEE BREAK MY HEART? 😭😭😭

That song, the lyrics, the shared hurt and the fact that as a very lonesome person myself it KILLS me to think that someone i ADORE and LOVE to bits and pieces might feel a fraction of what i've felt for so long!!!! 😫😫😫

I wholeheartedly hope that in spite of Chris not having what he most craves, he still has his own piece of happiness, his own private, personal corner of joy where he can forget all about this depressy shit and just immerse himself in those moments he's perpetually in search of. 

I'd like to commend him though through the beautiful platform that is your safe haven of a blog for staying strong and keeping a straight face and yet allowing these brief moments of vulnerability to come through the cracks of his clean and pristine Hollywood persona. I respect the shiznet outta this man for being as put-together as he is and still so damn soft. I'd like to thank him for showing us that sweet side of him, it feels like such a privilege to steal these precious moments from him. 

He is not a super soldier after all and we sometimes tend to forget that. Bless him for reminding us 💕

Also, YOU DID IT MINNIE YOU BROKE MY HEART WITH THIS SONG AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!

I kid, Sweets! I love you too much and therefore wouldn't even dare 😘😍😘😍

Oula, sweetheart, light of my life and allround beautiful person 💕💕

I’M SORRY FOR BREAKING THINE HEART, that song is too fitting, isn’t it? Fame really is a double edged sword… But you know what, I’m even more freakin sorry for the fact that you’ve been lonely for so long my love, that breaks my heart again actually 😭💔  I love you so much, you absolute angel, you never deserve to be lonely again a day in your life!! You deserve all the love and happiness and friends, and for everyone to treat you as wonderfully as you treat everyone else!

I do think Chris occasionally struggles with feelings of loneliness and feeling isolated, unfortunately, but at the same time, I have absolutely NO doubt that he also has so much joy and love and good things in his life! In fact, he’d be the first to confirm that, if you ask me. He’s got a big, loving family, amazing friends, DODGER, so many people in the industry that he really gets on with and feels comfortable with, and despite some ‘fans’ making his life more difficult than it has to be, I’m so sure that he deeply appreciates the support of the good ones. And in addition to that, he’s quite into spirituality and philosophy, and he has his hobbies, so I’m sure that for the most part, he feels happy and fulfilled in his life. That’s not to say he never struggles and that there aren’t some things he’d like to change, because there clearly are, but just to say that I’m very sure you don’t have to worry about him being unhappy or anything like that, my darling <333 (I know you know this, but this is just a little reminder!)

But anyways YES, you’re so right about it being wonderful that despite the fact that he’s a huge star and steeped in Hollywood customs and very media trained etc, Chris is still so open and honest occasionally, and shows us his softer, more vulnerable side sometimes. He’s a grown ass, knowledgeable, super capable man, and at the same time he’s also still a beautiful little boy who gets all wide eyed at space things and who’s crazy about his dog and who laughs at dirty jokes and it’s the BEST 💙💙💙 I love him so fucking much, it’s unreal, and also I love YOU. 💕😘

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑨 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was confused when the strange parcel was sent to him. The big, bold 'SKZ' was a clue it was from his rivals. He carefully opened the package, making sure it didn't contain any weird substance. He was shocked when he opened it to find a note that read:

"Give us what we want or we'll harm those you love most."

He widened his eyes when they sent photos of you, obviously taken without your knowledge of your daily life. This was the exact reason Hongjoong broke up with you. It was too dangerous to be with him, so he thought if he left you, you'd be safe, even if it broke his heart to leave you.

But then he saw a few photos that sent a shock through his body. He scanned them closely, making sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. He saw pictures of you..... with a baby.

Hongjoong nearly fell out of his seat.

"Does this mean....?"

Hongjoong quickly got in his car and drove over to your place. He desperately knocked on your door, hoping you'd answer. When you opened the door, you were surprised to see him there and were about to ask what he was doing there, but he spoke up first.

"Do we have a child together?"

Your facial expression was a dead giveaway from the start, confirmed also when you nodded slightly. Looking down, you were afraid that he'd be mad, but instead, Hongjoong pulled you into a hug. Tilting his head, he whispered in your ear:

"I don't want to alarm you, but I'm going to have to relocate you both for your safety. I'll make sure nothing happens to you both. But you gotta come with me now."

You didn't even hesitate to do as he asked, grabbing just a small backpack to pack the important things you needed and to grab your son, who had just woken up from his nap. Hongjoong waited in the living room, anxiously waiting for you to come out. His heart started pounding hard when he heard a small whimper from behind. Turning around, he finally came face to face with his very own child. He smiled tenderly as he came closer to look at him.

"Can I...hold him?"

Hongjoong looked at you for permission, which you happily granted. He choked back tears as he held his son in his hands, unable to believe that this was real.

"Hey little one. I'm your daddy. Nice to finally meet you."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa completely forgot about what his task in the little town was the second he saw you. At first he couldn't believe that after months of not knowing about your whereabouts, now he's finally found you. He wanted to break down then and there. He had been so lost after he came home only to find you gone without so much as a goodbye. He spent restless nights and chaotic days trying to find a sign of you, but got nowhere. He didn't even know if you were alive.

Before you could get in your car, he approached you.

"Y/N..."

You dropped your keys when you saw him. You tried reaching down for them, but you were too slow and Seonghwa grabbed them, hindering your plans of escaping once again. He was not going to let you go before he got an explanation.

"Why?"

That was all he asked and you knew what he meant.

"I was afraid....."

He looked stunned.

"Of what?! I told you I would protect you! I would never let anything happen to you! If you had asked me to quit, I would do it in a heartbeat for you!" He didn't mean to get so emotional, but he couldn't contain his emotions that had been bottled up for so long.

"No Seonghwa....I was afraid that you would leave me..."

You sighed as you slowly closed the car door that had been covering you the entire time. Seonghwa trailed his eyes down until they landed on your swollen belly. It didn't take long for him to figure out that you were pregnant and he was the father. He looked back up at you, who had tears in your eyes.

"I was afraid you wouldn't want the baby, afraid you'd leave me if you found out...so I left before you could ever find out-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as you began sobbing. Seonghwa stepped closer to you, pulling you into an embrace, one of his hands resting on top of your bump.

"Y/N, I love you and I would have never left you. I love kids and to find out you're carrying my baby, I......I can't even explain how I feel."

He couldn't help himself and pulled back so he could kiss you. His kiss was filled with yearning and when he pulled back, his eyes were brimming with tears.

"Please come back to me..."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Once Yunho found out that you were kidnapped, he gathered all his men to get you out. He did not care about the fact you broke up with him, he still loved you and could not bear the thought of you getting hurt.

It was a bloody and difficult situation, but he was determined to get you out of there. He finally found you, unconscious and locked inside a cold room. Picking you up, he quickly got you out of there and rushed you over to Yeosang's laboratory, which also served as the clinic for them in case of an emergency....and clearly this was an emergency.

Yunho waited outside, desperately praying and hoping you would be ok. It seemed like forever before Yeosang finally came out.

"How is she?" Yunho immediately asked.

Yeosang sighed as he removed his glasses.

"She'll be fine, only unconscious for a few hours, but she'll pull through. She's a strong girl."

Yunho smiled and tightly hugged his friend.

"Thank you Yeosang."

When he pulled away, he noticed that Yeosang had a grim look on his face.

"Yeosang....is there something wrong?"

Yeosang hesitated before telling Yunho what he had discovered as he was checking on Y/N and running tests on her.

"Yunho....there's something you should know.."

Yunho widened his eyes as Yeosang revealed something he was not prepared for. He looked at him incredulous.

"Are- are you sure?" Yunho asked again.

"Positive. I'd say she's around 4 to 5 months in."

It all made sense to Yunho now. It had been 4 months since you left him and he had most definitely been intimate with you the month before you left. Although he was shocked, he was also happy. Happy to know that you didn't leave him because you didn't love him anymore, and ecstatic to find out he was going to be a dad.

When you finally woke up, Yunho's smile was the first thing you saw.

"Yunho..?"

"Shhh. It's ok. I'm here and you're all right.."

He kissed your forehead as one of his hands went to hold yours.

"And our baby is going to be fine."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"Yeosang?" San called out to him once again after he didn't answer the first 3 times.

"Go away. I'm busy." Yeosang sternly said, refusing to even spare a glance at his friend.

He had been like that for a while. Ever since you left him 2 months ago, he had been locking himself up in his laboratory, refusing to come out, hardly eating or sleeping. He just immersed himself in his work to the point all the other members were starting to get worried about him. San knew it was a distraction, distraction from you and from the pain of your abandonment. Which is why he had gone out of his way to stalk you out and find out exactly why you left all of a sudden. And what he found out, he knew Yeosang needed to know.

"Yeosang...I've been following Y/N for an entire week-"

"I didn't fucking ask you to do that." Yeosang harshly spatted out.

"Yes.....but there's something you should know....the other day I saw her walking out of an obstetrician's clinic.."

Yeosang dropped the glass vial he was holding onto the floor, liquids splashing all over. Panic was written all over his face, which then quickly became rage.

"Fucking knew it. There was somebody else."

San was in disbelief at Yeosang's words.

"What? Yeosang! Are you even listening to me?"

Yeosang grunted as he began cleaning up his mess, not wanting to listen to anymore. But San wasn't giving up. Crouching down, he ripped away the rag in Yeosang's hand and made him look at him.

"Yeosang did it maybe cross your mind that the baby she's pregnant with might be yours?"

Yeosang stayed quiet, not even blinking as he thought over San's words.

"Could be mine......and also could be someone else's.."

San nearly punched Yeosang right then and there.

"You know, I didn't know Y/N half as much as you did, but if there's one thing I knew and never doubted was her love for you. So really ask yourself if you truly believe she'd be unfaithful to you."

Yeosang pondered over San's words for the entire night, tossing and turning as he began reminiscing about your time together. Unable to bear it any longer, he quickly went to your place, not caring that it was early dawn. When you saw him, you freaked out and were about to close the door, but he pushed himself in. Even though he already knew the answer all along, he wanted you to say it.

"Am I the father?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

You let out a tiny giggle as your daughter played with the rattle in her hand. You had decided that since the day was lovely and the weather not too hot, you'd take her out for a stroll in the park. She was already a little over a year old and of course hated being inside for too long. You were so occupied in her cute little antics, you failed to notice the man that was walking towards you until he was right in front of you.

"San..." You cupped a hand over your mouth when you saw him for the first time in forever.

"Hey Y/N." He awkwardly greeted you.

"I thought you..." You couldn't finish your sentence, but San knew what you were talking about.

"You thought I was dead?"

He of course expected that reaction out of you. The last time you saw him was when he had to go out on a dangerous mission. He kissed you and promised you he'd come back, but you didn't hear from him again. When months turned to a year and still no word, you gave up hope and resigned yourself to move on and continue with your life.

Little did you know, that he was alive. He was in a coma for a long time, but he regained consciousness. It took a while for him to function and recuperate, but once he did, the first thing he wanted to do was see you again, hold you again and keep his promise of coming back.

"I told you I'd come back..."

He stepped closer to you. You hesitantly reached out to touch him, afraid of it being another one of your dreams and have him disappear once again. Sensing your worry, San took your hand and placed it on his cheek.

"And I never break a promise."

Unable to hold back, you wrapped your arms around his neck, tears spilling out as you were reunited with the love of your life. San was crying as well. The tiny babbling of the baby in the stroller reminded you that you two weren't alone. San pulled back and gazed upon the little girl in the stroller, who looked at him with curiosity. As San studied her features, he realized how much she resembled him.

"Is she....?"

He looked at you, who were donning a proud smile.

"She's our daughter San."

San cried more as he looked at the baby again, unable to resist himself as he picked her up and kissed her tiny face.

"Oh my God! have a beautiful daughter!"

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi carefully opened the door, hoping not to wake you up since it was so late, but unbeknownst to him, you were already awake.

"Mingi!"

You jumped out of the bed and went to go hug your loving boyfriend.

"Wow! Somebody missed me." He chuckled in between kisses.

"Well of course I did. I just needed you back here......I was afraid the entire time you were gone."

Your tiny pout made his heart melt. Mingi had always been a sucker for your cute and adorable nature.

"Baby it's all right. I told you I'm bulletproof. Nothing will ever happen to me." He assured you.

"I know...I was just particularly scared this time..." You bit your lip.

Mingi could sense something was wrong with you. His hands that were still wrapped around your waist felt the tiny tremble that coursed through your body.

"Baby...you're trembling. What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

You weren't sure if you should tell him at that moment since he was probably tired from his long trip and it was late, but you were so overwhelmed and excited to share the news with him that you couldn't help yourself.

"You know how I've told you that I hadn't been feeling well lately?"

Mingi nodded, recalling your phone conversations.

"Well I decided to take your advice and went to see a doctor..."

He couldn't handle the suspense. For a moment he believed something was wrong.

"Oh baby please tell me you're not dying!"

You bursted out laughing.

"No Mingi! I'm not dying. It's nothing bad...it's actually something wonderful."

Taking his hands in your own, you stared at him, wide smile as you delivered the news.

"Mingi, I'm pregnant."

He sucked in a sharp breath at your words, feeling so many emotions at once.

"Are you serious?- Y/N, don't play with me. My heart wouldn't take it if it was a joke.."

When you confirmed it was true, Mingi lit up and picked you up, peppering kisses all over your face.

"You just made me the happiest man alive."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

It was a devastating night for you. You had gone out to buy a cake to celebrate and share the good news with Wooyoung: you were pregnant. But on your way back home, you heard weird noises coming from an alley. Keeping out of sight, you were shocked to see the man you loved pull out a gun and shoot someone dead.

You ran back home, trying to process everything you saw. Your first instinct was to run and that's what you did. You only took your wallet and a few things and just ran out of the apartment you shared with Wooyoung. You completely forgot about the fact you left the pregnancy test wrapped in a cute little bow for Wooyoung to see as soon as he came home.

When he did, he was alarmed that you were gone, thinking someone had kidnapped you. But then Yeosang called him.

"She knows. And she's gone."

Wooyoung didn't blame you. He was afraid of you finding out who he was because he knew how'd you react. Instead of going after you, he decided to give you the space you needed, knowing you wouldn't want him around yet. He secretly had people watch over you for him, so he could keep an eye on you and the baby.

He only went back to see you when you suddenly went into labor 8 months into the pregnancy, thus resulting in an emergency c-section. He knew he needed to be there for you and for your child, even if you didn't want him there.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, afraid when you saw him in your hospital room.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to take care of you and our baby."

You widened your eyes at that, but refused to show your fear.

"I don't need your help. I'll raise him on my own."

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you.

"You don't get to make that decision by yourself. He's my son too and you're in no condition to protest. Once you're both released, you're moving back in with me." He stated firmly.

"I don't want to! I don't want to be around you! You're dangerous-"

"Y/N it'll only be more dangerous for you both if I don't keep you by my side. I don't want rivals getting close to you or the baby. So whether you like it or not, I'm staying by your side."

Wooyoung's resolution only deepened when he went to go see his son in the NICU. He smiled fondly as his finger touched the glass separating them.

"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you or your mom. I love you both too much."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Sir? I have something important to share with you?"

Jongho gestured for the man to come in. The man held a folder out to him.

"I'm sorry it has taken so long, but I finally got the information you wanted. Address, phone number, everything is in there."

Jongho's heart stopped for a moment. Finally, he'd be able to find out where you were after searching for so long. He shakily opened the folder and took a deep breath when he saw a most recent picture of you. You looked fine and healthy, looking like you put on a little bit of weight. His fingers gently caressed the picture, wishing it was really you in front of him.

"There's also something else I found out..."

You came home from another long day at work. You rubbed your eyes as you made your way into your bedroom. When you turned on the light, you gasped when you saw Jongho sitting on your bed.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The color drained from your face as you realized he knew. You tried so hard to conceal your secret, but Jongho still ended up finding out.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Don't play dumb Y/N! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" His voice resonated through the room, hurt and pain could be heard in it.

You looked down at the floor in shame, your hand instinctively resting on top of your baby bump. You sniffled softly as you tried to hold back tears. You didn't notice Jongho had gotten up until he was standing right in front of you.

"Why couldn't you just tell me? Do you not know how torturous it was not knowing your whereabouts? Not knowing if you were even alive?"

You knew he was crying as well and it made you feel more guilty about running away and hiding the fact he was going to be a father.

"Do you hate me?"

Jongho sighed, his arms wrapping around you, one hand tilting your chin up.

"Of course not. I could never hate you. I love you so much my darling."

He pecked your lips before placing a hand protectively on top of your bump.

"And I already love our child."

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[qianinterprises]

Fated To You

Pairing | Kitsune!Yuta x Human, gn!Reader

Warning(s) | depictions of violence, minor character death, supernatural character, blood, mentions of stabbing, mentions of murder

Synopsis | You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you found the injured fox hiding away in the forest. However, after accepting the fox pup into your life as a new member of your home, you quickly realized that there was more to him than just an adorable fox with an odd number of tails.

Genre: supernatural au, fluff, angst, soulmates au

Author's Notes | I have had quite a longing to write a supernatural character, and, while my favorite supernatural creatures are werewolves (they're majestic amazing creatures, shush), I wanted to do something a little different, thus, Kitsune Yuta was born! This has also been posted on NCTA under the name Tori, so if you see it there, it's me. I really hope you enjoy this piece!

Word Count | 6.5k

Tag List: @treasuretaeil

The moon began to rise over the land, casting grotesque shadows over the forest as your feet moved carefully over roots that protruded from the mossy earth. Your hands held strong to the green flashlight clasped tightly in your fingers, lighting the way through the darkened trees as the sun continued to fade.

It had never been your intention to stay out this late. Fresh air. That’s all you had needed. Air to clear your head and calm you down from the near panic attack you’d thrust yourself into as you thought about all the papers and assignments you’d have to complete within the next few weeks.

It was a lot; juggling a full-time job and part-time university. You’d known it was going to be when you’d decided to finally finish your degree. What you hadn’t anticipated was everything piling up at the end, making you truly stretch yourself to get everything done correctly and on time without losing your job and crumbling under the impending weight of unemployment.

Luckily for you, behind your rented out house, was a forest. You weren’t exactly sure how far it stretched, nor had you ever explored it before, but you had a certain affinity for nature. When you began to lose yourself, you slammed your book shut and got up with a huff, grabbing your unused backpack out of the closet and setting out into the woods, hoping immersing yourself in nature would calm you down.

It had. Walking about, listening to the birds sing and the trees grow had soothed your mind and allowed you to relax for the first time in several weeks. You’d gotten so relaxed that, as you sat against a sturdy oak for water and a snack, you found yourself drifting off.

It was only recently that you had awoken. Your eyes blinked open as the sounds changed and the peaceful chirping birds were replaced with the soft, yet creepy, hoots of owls and the howls of wolves.

You’d never meant to be out there that long, but as you pulled yourself off the ground, you were thankful you were smart enough to have a packed back full of extra water, a few snacks, a rope just in case, a compass, a hunting knife, and a flashlight along with batteries.

As the sun descended, you pulled the flashlight from your backpack and here you were, wandering the woods at dusk, navigating your way back to your house in a forest you’d never been in before.

Perhaps it was the start of a disaster. Or perhaps it was keeping you away from your books for just a little longer.

Whatever the reason, you tried not to panic as you made your way through the woods in a direction you assumed was home but honestly, you were too sure.

You scanned your beaming light over varying trees, looking for the mark you’d left on a particularly girthy oak, a mark that would signal your correct direction and your soon entrance into the backyard of your home.

As your light hit along the trees, searching high and low, it caught the glow of a pair of glassy eyes not three feet from where you stood. With a shriek, you jumped back, stumbling over a tree root and falling back onto your bum, letting out a whine at the pain.

You shined your light back on the spot you’d saw the eyes and found them again, wide, yellow eyes staring back at you in, what you could only assume was fear. Fear that pulled at your heartstrings, because this wasn’t any regular fear of humans. This was absolute terror.

Slowly, you pulled yourself up onto your knees, dusting the dirt off of the bottom of your jeans as you carefully inched forward, careful not to spook the animal which you assumed to be a mistreated cat or an abused dog.

The animal didn’t move, seeming to be frozen in place as you moved closer. It was only when you managed to shift the bush it was hiding in that you realized what it actually was.

A fox. A small, dull orange fox that still resembled a pup. It had greying pointed ears and a dirt covered orange coat. As your eyes trailed over the body of the fox, they landed on the tail, or shall you say, tails! By your count, nine, although you knew that couldn’t be right! It’s tail was likely matted in nine big places! You pushed the question of tails out of your mind and roved over its body, finding surprisingly small paws and a muzzle covered in a crusty red which you quickly realized was blood. That fact alone should have sent you running, but as your eyes scanned it’s body, you quickly realized the source. An opened gash on the foxes side, just above it’s hip, steadily weeped a bright red liquid that would claim the fox’s life if kept untreated.

Your heart broke for the poor animal and you knew you couldn’t simply leave it to die. Carefully, you offered your hand for the fox to sniff and, as soon as he did, he seemed to trust you a little more.

You’d taken several animal science classes while pursuing your degree, and you knew the technical way animals seemed to trust a human just by sniffing them, but you always found yourself fascinated by the way an animal could get to know someone simply by sniffing their palm.

“I can’t leave you out here. You’ll die from your wounds if I do. Would it be alright if you come home with me?” you asked softly.

Part of you felt silly for speaking to a fox that couldn’t understand you, but as the fox nodded to your question, you felt relieved-

Wait… nodded?!

You stared wide eyed as the fox, who apparently could understand you, slowly crept from under the bush, small whimpers leaving it’s throat as it moved its hind legs. It no doubt hurt, especially with the placement of the wound.

“I doubt any animal hospital would be open right now,” you muttered, more to yourself than anything, but the fox froze in place, fear once again in its eyes.

“You don’t want to go to the animal hospital, do you?” you asked.

The fox shook his head-- you were really going to have to get used to that.

Sighing to yourself, you reached a hand out to gently stroke the orange fur, something the fox stiffened at before all together relaxing in your touch.

That was all it took for you to know you couldn’t let anything happen to this gentle fox.

“Can I pick you up?” you asked. “It may help get you back home with minimal bleeding.”

The fox seemed to pause, as if pondering and you were beginning to odd just how strange this fox truly was. Not like any other wild animal you’d ever happened upon, which, in turn, led you to believe that this was not just another wild animal.

The fox moved closer to you and touched its nose lightly to your hand. You took this as the ‘go-ahead’ and, very gently, you lifted to fox pup up into your arms.

It whimpered slightly, but as you pressed it’s wounded side purposely against your torso to still the bleeding, it relaxed in your arms.

You didn’t know how you were going to get him home. You weren’t even a hundred percent sure where home was, but as you shined your flashlight carefully clenched between your teeth, your eyes landed on the jagged ‘X’ you’d etched into the pine.

With a breath of hope, you moved toward the mark and within a few paces, you were standing in the yard of your house.

Carrying the fox through the yard was made easier by the darkness. You flicked off your flashlight, relying on memory so as not to draw your neighbor’s attention to yourself or the orange mass in your arms. When you finally made it to the front door, you opened the latch and let yourself into your messy living room covered in stay books and disposable coffee cups you hadn’t yet gotten rid of.

You latched the door behind you carefully and carried the fox going scarily limp in your arms through the house and into the bathroom.

“Don’t go to sleep, please,” you begged the droopy-eyed fox as you placed it in the bathtub.

It seemed to struggle to stand and you knew you had to work fast. Helping it lay down surrounded by the porcelain walls, you moved to the sing, ripping open the medicine cabinets and began rifling through everything you had, which wasn’t too much. You may have been training to be a veterinarian, but that didn’t mean you were already practicing.

Luckily, after shuffling around, you managed to find basic rubbing alcohol and peroxide along with several large bandages, gauze, and, the best find yet, suture thread with a needle.

Pulling on a pair of gloves you usually used to dye your hair, you turned back to the tub with your utensils only to find the fox had drifted off to sleep, pants leaving its mouth. It didn’t have much time left and you’d be damned if you let it die in your house.

Grabbing a towel and a pair of scissors, you knelt by the tub. With the scissors, you hastily cut away the fur surrounding the wound, getting yourself a better image of the wound itself while also making it easier to clean.

Once the wound was exposed, you didn’t know whether you were relieved or panicked, staring at the long gash clearly having been made from a sharp knife. This was no animal fight as you’d first thought. This was intentional and likely had been done by a human. No wonder it had been so scared, yet it begged the question, why had it trusted you?

You pressed a towel to the still weeping wound, pressing down hard to still the bleeding. Once it was mostly halted, you poured peroxide on the wound, flushing out any dirt and grime before washing it with rubbing alcohol that surely would have hurt like hell had the animal been conscious.

With the wound cleaned, you sterilized the suture kit with the rubbing alcohol and threaded your needle. You’d done suture’s before, but only on test dummies. Having a real patient had your stomach twisting in knots, but you didn’t have time to worry about it.

Bringing the needle to the skin, you began to stitch up the now cleaned wound, careful not to injure the fox further. The stitches weren’t pretty by the time you’d finished. A professional could have done a much better job, but at least the wound was closed. You placed a bandage over the wound before wrapping the gauze carefully around the fox’s waist, keeping it loose enough it didn’t constrict him, but tight enough to keep pressure on the wound.

Time was still sensitive. You very well may not have gotten to it before it lost too much blood and you had no way of administering a transfusion. It was solely up to the fox now whether it lived or died.

As it slept in the tub, you ran your fingers through it’s fur, too scared to leave it alone. As you stroked around the foxes neck, your fingers gazed over metal beads buried deep in the fur. Curiosity got the better of you and carefully, you pulled at the beads until you unveiled a dark metal necklace that resembled a collar only slightly.

Inquisitively, you trailed your fingers along the beaded necklace of a collar until you gripped the base, the end that hung down at the fox’s chest. It was then that you saw it.

Resting at the base of the necklace was a dog tag with only one marking. A marking that spelled out a name.

Yuta.

As you ran the tag over in your hands, careful to not disturb the fox, you found no address or number to call. There was nothing to give you any information about who this pup belonged to. However, you supposed, whoever it was wasn’t a very good owner if the knife wound were anything to go by.

Letting the necklace drop from your hold, you ran your hands over the fox’s head.

“Yuta,” you mumbled to yourself.

The name had a nice ring. A name that seemed to roll off your tongue as though your tongue was meant to speak it. And perhaps that holds true as the moment the last syllable left your throat, the fox was stirring, shifting as it-he slowly regained consciousness until his yellow eyes met yours.

Something seemed to stir inside you at that moment and you found yourself reaching out to touch the animal again, a touch the fox shifted into, nuzzling against your hand as if he wholly trusted you. You didn’t really know why the fox would trust you, but your heart beamed with joy. A joy that you knew meant you wouldn’t be letting this fox run back out into the wild unless it’s something he truly wanted, but you could already tell, the fox was going nowhere.

~

That statement seemed to hold true as the next few days passed and Yuta was finally able to walk around a bit more. He tired easily and had a bit of a limp, but he’d managed to walk from one room to another easy enough before giving you a look that begged you to pick him up. Even now, as you sat on the living room couch, laptop perched on your thighs, surrounded by mountains of resource material books, Yuta made his way from napping in the bedroom to where you sat.

You didn’t notice him at first, too caught up in your work that you were slightly unaware of your surroundings, but as he pressed his cold nose against your exposed ankle, you took in a sharp breath, eyes glancing down at the mischievous fox who had learned just how to get his way.

“What do you want?” you asked.

It had become normal for you to ask him questions you’d ask a human. The fox seemed more and more human every day, which made him likely the most intelligent animal you’d ever encountered. He truly was one of a kind.

‘Pick me up.’

A masculine voice suddenly permeated your made, making you yelp out at the suddenness of it all, head shaking as you dropped your computer onto the ground, hand coming up to hit lightly against your head.

That was a voice you’d never heard before and most definitely was not your consciousness.

‘Calm down human, it’s only me.’

The voice spoke again, eliciting yet another yelp from your lips as you looked around. There was no one in your house save for yourself and Yuta. No windows or doors were left open and, unless someone was hiding in your closet and speaking, there was no one around. The voice itself was too vivid, too clear to be heard through your ears anyways which ultimately lead you to the conclusion that the voice was in your head, although that didn’t make anything better.

“I’ve finally gone crazy!” you murmured to yourself, eyes wide with worry and fear. “I’m hearing voices! It’s only a matter of time before they lock me up!”

‘(y/n), calm down! It’s only me! Yuta!’

“What?!” you screeched.

You didn’t bother looking down at the fox on the floor. There was absolutely no possible way the voice in your mind was the voice of an injured fox named Yuta who’d come to live with you a few days ago! There was no possible way! You were just-

‘Would you stop saying you're crazy before you really upset me!’

“Leave me alone!” you squealed.

You jumped up off the couch when suddenly, a rush of tranquility washed over you, ebbing the panic away as the masculine voice was once again in your mind, this time, in a much gentler tone.

‘Calm down before you hurt yourself. Look down at me on the floor. Look into my eyes and you’ll understand.’

You don’t know whether it was the sudden sense of calm that had you keeping cool, curiosity, or sheer trust that had you lowering your gaze to the floor where they met Yuta’s yellow ones. As soon as your eyes locked on his, a rush of comforting heat surged through your body, spreading from your eyes down to your toes while washing over your brain. Your knees buckled and your body crashed against the couch as thoughts and memories surged through you, eventually knocking you unconscious, head lulling against the couch cushions.

Two Hundred Years Earlier

When you opened your eyes, your living room was nowhere in sight. Instead, you were standing in a deep, open space painted a galaxy shade of purple. Beside you was a handsome man with long, dark hair that touched his shoulders. He had a lean face and boxy jaw leading to a square chin that only added to his handsomeness. His shoulders were broad but he wasn’t all that muscular, rather, he was lean. A grey shirt wrapped around his frame, long black shorts flowed to a stop below his knees.

“Who are you?” your voice cracked.

“I am Yuta,” said the man, the voice the same one you’d heard in your mind earlier.

“W-what- How-...?” you couldn’t seem to conjugate the words properly.

“I wasn’t going to tell you until later. But I am Yuta, and the fox version of myself… well that’s technically my natural form. While injured, I take that form,” he explained.

You still couldn’t quite wrap your head around it. This Yuta was your Yuta… Your Yuta had a human form… Your Yuta… the fox you’d been sharing your bed with… had a human form…

“Easy now, I’m not sure what happens if you pass out when you're not awake!” the man said, hands grabbing your shoulders to still your wobbling form.

“But how-- I…”

“I’m going to show you,” he spoke softly.

With that, he snapped his fingers and the purple room evaporated from sight. You let out a small screech as it was replaced with air rushing around your face as your bodies hurtled straight from the sky into a forest you’d never seen before. A forest that certainly wasn’t in your backyard.

You touched ground without so much of a wince, your feet settling gently on the plush, mossy earth.

“You’ll get used to that,” Yuta promised as he clasped an arm around your waist to hold your quivering body steady.

“W-where are we…”

“Japan. 200 years in the past.”

“WHAT?! But-”

You trailed off as your eyes caught sight of a beautiful fox with nine tails flowing proudly from her backside strode up in front of your prying eyes, a young fox pup not too far behind, accompanied by his father who kept nudging at the pups hindquarters playfully, earning small little yips from the pup.

“They’re so adorable! Who are they?!”

Yuta didn’t answer for a long moment and when you looked at his face, you caught the fading wisps of a painful memory.

“The pup is me…” he spoke. “And my parents.”

You were about to open your mouth to ask about them when there was a rustle in the trees and a group of six men appeared, each one looking meaner than the next.

Yuta’s father turned away from the pup, who was drawn closer by his mother, as his father approached the men.

“Do you wish to honor our son?” you could hear the father ask although you knew he wasn’t physically speaking.

“Freak!! Unnatural piece of nature!!” screamed one of the men, drawing his sword.

“Hey! Show some respect!” you wailed, fist clenched as you glared at the man who seemed to not even notice you.

Yuta’s arm tugged on your waist, pulling you against his side.

“This is a memory… My memory… There’s nothing we can do or say that will change the past…” he whispered.

“You don’t want to do that!” Yuta’s father exclaimed. “We are kitsunes! We are luck and fortune!”

“Freak!!” the man squealed, swinging his sword at Yuta’s father, who turned to flee from the men, ready to protect his family with his power when another man slashed a sword at the fox’s backside, slashing through all nine tails.

You let out a squeak, hands coming to cover your mouth as a pained cry left the fox’s mouth moments before his body hit the ground and life left his body. You could see the spirit of the fox lifting, rising into the trees, where it would rest as a ghost, keeping watch on it’s family.

The men howled with glee and charged over the fox’s body, trampling it as they made their way for the mother and her pup.

The blaze of a campfire suddenly sparked from the place Yuta’s mother was planning on cooking dinner. A ball of fire lunged at the men, who dodged, and the fire only made them angrier.

The female, just as strong as her husband, held the men at bay with a wall of fire, managing to severely burn four of the six men before the kindling in the fire had died and all was left was embers. She could bend fire, but not without a fire.

“Looks like you’re all out of ideas,” one man, the man who’d killed his father chuckled.

The pup whimpered and burrowed itself in his mothers side, not quite old enough to possess all the powers of his parents.

Frantically, the female fox turned to the pup and, without hesitating, bit down onto its scruff. The pup cried out at the sudden jostle, but his mother did nothing but squeeze tighter. With her pup held close, she leaped over the fallen men and darted into the forest, putting as much distance between herself and the men as she could.

The air around you and Yuta rustled past your faces and suddenly, without moving your feet, your bodies were standing beside a fox and her pup who were now both panting, far from the men that would come searching for them.

“Yuta, listen to me child. The humans are turning on us, but you mustn’t let that stop you from being yourself, from being a true and great kitsune!” the fox’s voice permeated your mind. “The humans will hurt you, try to kill you as it has been prophesied, but you mustn’t let their ways sway you from your duties.”

“Mom!” the fox cried.

He could tell, even at such a tender age, what his mother was about to do.

“You will find your soulmate, who will be human, and you must make the human understand who and what you are. They must understand where you come from. And, if they accept you, bonds between man and fox will be restored once more!”

Her voice was urgent as the sounds of the men tracking them grew louder. Your heart hammered in your chest. You knew what was going to happen, but your heart wept at the fate of the family torn apart. Yuta’s arm around your waist fastened to you tighter, although you weren’t sure if he was holding you or himself together.

You don’t know what spurred you to move, but you turned toward him slightly, enough to unpin your arm from your side, and wrapped both of your arms around his middle, hugging him tightly as together, you watched his mother kiss her pups head softly before dashing off toward the men.

There were yells along with a high pitched whimper before her spirit rose into the air to join her mates, leaving the young pup all alone.

You buried your face in Yuta’s shoulder, squeezing him tighter as a few tears slipped from your eyes, dropping onto his shirt. You’d only witnessed a memory. Yuta had been there. You couldn’t imagine the pain he felt the day both of his parents were killed by greedy, uneducated humans.

Present Day

You stood there, embracing Yuta for what seemed like hours before the air was shifting around you again and, by this time, you knew what that meant.

When the air stopped and you opened your eyes, pulling your face from Yuta’s neck, you were standing against the wall of a small little shop that resembled what you would have imagined to be an apothecary’s shop. White-wicked candles burned around the tiny, clutter-filled room, casting a smoky glow around the shop, surrounding the shelved knick-knacks and bottles of liquid medicine. Inside the shop, sitting behind a desk stacked with papers, was a middle-aged man with snow white hair and tan, wrinkled skin, so many wrinkles it looked as though he were shedding. The bags under his eyes were drooping low on his face, making his entire face seem to sag.

“Who is he?” you asked.

“His name’s Mr. Huang.”

Yuta seemed to know that that didn’t answer your question, but you didn’t have time to inquire further before the door to the shop was opening and Yuta, your Yuta, walked in, dressed the exact same as he was now.

This must have been recent…

“Good afternoon, Mr. Huang,” Yuta greeted, giving him a respectful bow.

“What do you want, boy?”

Mr. Huang’s voice was mean and cruel, riddled with an angry snarl as his now beady snake eyes looked up to pierce Yuta’s brown ones.

“Is Mrs. Huang nearby? I had a few more questions about the prophecy regarding my soulmate,” Yuta said, seemingly unfazed by the man's harsh tone.

The question only seemed to make Mr. Huang angrier as stood up with, slamming his hands down on the desk.

“Mrs. Huang died this morning,” he snarled.

Yuta’s face dropped, skin growing pale as the man stalked toward him.

“You promised us she wouldn’t die!” the man hissed, slowly approaching Yuta.

Yuta backed up slowly, his eyes racing around the room, looking for something he could use for leverage when his eyes landed on an envelope with his name scrawled onto it.

Discreetly, he picked up the envelope and slid it into his back pocket.

“Mr. Huang, I did everything that I could do. I promised you’d I’d do my best to heal her! But she had lung cancer! I gave her as much life as I could!” Yuta said.

“That’s not good enough!” Mr. Huang yelled.

He reached into his back pocket and produced a long knife with a jagged edge. You gasped loudly as the man lunged at Yuta. Yuta, carefully dodged the first and the second jab, but by the third, his back was pressed against a wall. Mr. Huang stabbed the knife into Yuta’s side, right above his hip. Yuta cried out on pain, clutching his side.

“Let’s see how you fare against pure silver!” Mr. Huang snarled.

Silver wouldn’t kill him, but it would slow his healing way down. His body could be unable to atone for the wound. That coupled with his young form without having a soulmate to help him heal faster would prohibit him from healing much faster than a normal human.

With the blade still lodged in his side, Yuta shoved past the man and bolted for the door, running straight into the forest, careful not to be seen by any other human.

You followed this Yuta’s movements, your Yuta holding close to you as together, you watched this Yuta drop to his knees and pull the blade from his side, crying out at the pain before dropping it.

The boy cried out as he clutched his side in pain, slowing the bleeding as much as he could before leaning himself against a tree, the same tree near the bush where you’d found him.

His body began to shake with the weight of blood loss and you wanted to run to him, but your Yuta held you back.

“It gets better,” he whispered in your ear.

You didn’t like it. You hated watching the man die, but there was nothing you could do. This may be happening in front of you, but it had already happened in the past.

With shaky fingers, Yuta used his free hand to dig the now wrinkled envelope out of his pocket, specks of blood dotting the starch white.

He opened the envelope with that one hand and pulled out the letter inside. Somehow, you managed to see the letter from here.

Yuta,

If you can find it in your heart to forgive my husband for what he has done, please do. I know that he can have a temper, and he isn’t the best when it comes to dealing with his emotions, but he means well, usually anyways. I have no doubt that he has tried (if not succeeded) to commit bodily harm after my passing. He will likely be unable to handle himself after my death.

The truth is, I’ve always known there was nothing you could do about my condition. Guess that comes with the territory of being an old witch. You know when you’re going to die. But don’t worry, sweetheart, today is not your time. You still have that soulmate of yours to meet.

Your mother was right about the prophecy. I do apologize that I could not speak of it with you. The fact is, my husband is one of those humans that will be swayed when you meet your soulmate, and as such, I couldn’t have you or him finding too much information out. The future is tricky like that.

I just thought you should know, dear boy, that your soulmate will appear to you soon. I cannot say when. Yes, I know, but again, the future can be a tricky thing. When they do show up, they won’t hesitate to show you compassion and kindness. You will also find yourself drawn to their gentle soul. And they will be drawn to you, although they will not be able to explain. Go easy on them, hun. They are human after all. Humans are not as good at understanding things like this as you and I are. Be gentle. Ease them into it.

While all of this is nice, I do also have to give you a warning. When your soulmate is revealed to you, you will know almost immediately. However, it may take them a bit, especially if you aren’t as a human. Be patient. However, if all else fails, show them this letter. I will write your soulmate's name at the bottom. The future will allow that.

My second warning is to tell them your past. The burden is not yours to bear alone. Prophecy says that when you meet your human soulmate, humans will stop trying to kill you and those like you. Conspiracy says this is because they will understand who you are and what you are set on this earth to do. Unfortunately, this is not the case.

The gods have seen what terrible things humans can do, and it has swayed their opinions (for the better in my opinion). Rather than revealing your purpose to the humans, only a varying few will know the truth, your soulmate being one of them. The memories of Kitsune’s and other supernatural creatures will be erased from the minds of most humans, so you must be careful with this new chance in life. You must hide your identity as a Kitsune from everyone except family.

Now Yuta, I want you to know that these last two years have meant the world to me. I love you my dear boy and I will always be watching over you along with your parents.

Find your soulmate, and love them as hard and as deeply as you can.

Love,

Mrs. Huang

Ps: your soulmate's name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Treat them well.

Your eyes widened at the last note of the letter before Yuta folded it up and put it back in his pocket.

“(Y-Y/N)... but… that’s my name…” you muttered.

The man beside you didn’t utter a word as the Yuta you were watching suddenly began to quiver even harder than he already was and, within a few seconds, in his place was the same fox pup you’d rescued a few days ago.

“Wait… so… the pup… you really are the pup!” you exclaimed.

Yuta turned to stare at you, eyebrow raised.

“Tell me you didn’t just get that.”

You didn’t say anything back, instead trained your eyes back on the pup who was crawling under the bush to hide. Time suddenly began to speed up and within a few moments, you saw yourself kneeling in front of the bush in the dark, peering at the fox.

“So I… I was meant to find you… We’re connected…”

Yuta nodded.

“You’re my soulmate, and I am yours.”

You didn’t say anything. Your voice felt like it was locked in your throat as a rush of air once again brushed past your face, taking you somewhere new, although you weren’t sure what else was left to see.

“The future is a tricky thing,” Yuta’s voice whispered as the world became a blur of shapes and colors as you were taken to someplace new to see more sights that would expand your outlook on life itself.

Undetermined time in the future

The wind stopped brushing past your cheek and you stood in front of a small, cozy house with a broad backyard and a large forest filled with thick trees, perfect for running. You saw yourself, or rather, an older version of yourself, sitting on a pink and purple throw blanket in the middle of the backyard. Beside you sat a brown picnic basket waiting to be opened and a vacant seat on the other side of the blanket. The older you smiled softly as the clouds in the sky parted and a beam of sunlight shone down, warming your body naturally.

Older you looked far too happy to be on that picnic alone, so your eyes scanned the valley for someone you hoped was there.

“I haven’t seen this yet either,” Yuta whispered.

He brought his arm back around your waist, keeping you fixed to his side, not that you were complaining. Somehow, it felt you belonged at his side.

As your eyes scanned the yard, you almost missed the two bodies emerging from the forest. One was the body of a tall man, a body you immediately recognized to be Yuta’s. The other was a much smaller body, the body of a young girl whom you couldn’t see all that clearly.

Yuta’s breath hitched and you turned to look at him.

“Do you know her?”

He shook his head, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the two as they approached the picnic blanket where the older you waited, waving your hand to the two with a bright grin on your face.

Yuta’s reaction to the girl had you pausing to take a closer look at him, waiting for him to tell you who this young girl was. When he seemingly noticed you staring, he turned to look at you.

“I honestly don’t know her. But she has been prophesied many times,” he spoke, voice shaking with emotion.

“She wasn’t in the prophecy I heard,” you conjured.

Yuta shook his head, a smile breaking out across his face.

“There’s not just one prophecy,” he answered. “There are many, about many different things that allow us a glimpse into our fate, but somehow, they never play out the way you think they will.”

“Can you tell me the other prophecies?”

Yuta turned his attention back to the scene and urged you to do the same, but you caught him nodding to your question as the little girl jumped into your lap, laughing and giggling as you began to tickle her.

“I will tell you all of them,” he promised.

The scene before you was nothing like what you’d seen earlier. There was no blood or death or attempted murder. No sacrifices or ominous warnings. There was nothing but peace and love, and if that was your fate, you were happy with it.

The older Yuta sat down beside you on the picnic blanket and, as the young girl became distracted chasing a butterfly, he dipped a finger under your chin and lifted your face to his.

“I love you, my Flower,” he spoke softly.

“I love you too, my Fox.”

He pressed a soft kiss against your lips, a kiss so soft you felt as though you were prying just by watching, and, although it didn’t last long and your own lips hadn’t felt the gentle touch, you knew there was no kiss quite as sweet as the ones from Yuta.

~

The backyard disintegrated into an array of pickles before your eyes fluttered open and you were staring at the ceiling of the same rental house you’d spent the last three years.

“Was it all a dream?”

“Yes and no,” a familiar voice spoke next to you.

This time, you didn’t jump at the sound of the voice, although you weren’t sure if it was because it was familiar, or if it was because it wasn’t in your head this time.

Turning your head, you caught the sight of Yuta, standing just as he had been in your dream, wearing clothes that were coated in blood, likely the same ones he’d been wearing when he was stabbed.

“How are you not a fox anymore?” you asked.

He smiled as he knelt down on the couch where you were still sprawled out.

“Your human mind couldn't accept the truth earlier. That’s why you freaked out when I began speaking into your mind, which is something I can only do in fox form,” he added. “When I calmed you down by accessing your nervous system, I realized you were going to have to see the truth, so I knocked you out and took you on the journey with me. You had to live through that one way or another,” he explained.

You didn’t understand, not really anyways, not the full story, at least. What you did understand was 1) Yuta was a kitsune, 2) he had a very dark past, and 3) you were his soulmate and, although you hadn’t known him for very long, you were 100% ok with that.

“Now, do you think you can stay calm long enough for me to do something I was dying to do the entire time?” he asked.

“What?”

“This.”

Without further exchange of words, Yuta’s plump lips were on yours and, for the first time through the whole ordeal, you could feel it. And you knew it wouldn’t take much until you were addicted. Because he was Nakamoto Yuta. Kitsune. And your soulmate.

[ynscrazylife]

Begging you to write a super angsty Nat x reader fix where the reader has a near death experience and has to deal with the ptsd after w Nat!!

You’ll Get Through This

Summary: After suffering a near death experience, Y/N develops PSTD symptoms and her girlfriend Natasha does her best to try and help her through it.

Trigger Warning: Being stabbed/near death

Note: I do not have PTSD. I have researched how to write characters with PTSD symptoms to write this accurately to the best of my abilities. I would never want for this to offend or hurt anyone so PLEASE let me know if my portrayal is offensive and I’ll fix or remove it.

When writing this, I did my best to accurately write symptoms of PTSD and triggers that I have researched. Here are some of the sources that I used: 1, 2, and 3.

* Thank you to @nyx-aira who nominated this fic for “Best One-Shot — Angst Fic” in The Tumbies 2021!

No one saw it coming. 

Literally. 

The Avengers were on a mission and they had been fighting some aliens. 

And one alien, apparently, had the ability to be invisible. 

One second Y/N had been fighting and the next she was letting out a bone-shattering scream as she fell, and an alien revealed themself, having stabbed her in the stomach with a sword. 

Natasha could never forget hearing her girlfriend mustering out a weak whisper over comms. Those desperate words would haunt her dreams forever.

“Guys . . . I’m down. Stabbed.” 

And then silence. She had passed out. 

Natasha lost it. She yelled. She cried. She ran as fast as she could and hissed out orders at everyone else. The fearless woman had never been so fearful. The woman who everyone thought was emotionless had never been so emotional. 

Of course anyone close to her would know that she was fearful and she did show her emotions, but they could never be prepared for this.

Days later, Y/N was stabilized. Weeks later, she was able to leave the hospital and stayed, resting, at the Avengers Tower ever since. 

Everyone was worried for her, especially Natasha. Y/N was numb to the world. She barley talked and when she did she was angry. Who or what she was angry with? No one knew. But she was angry. And normally, Y/N wasn’t angry. 

When Y/N had approached Natasha, saying that she had wanted to be in her own room rather than their shared room, Natasha respected her wishes. However, the redhead couldn’t deny that it broke her heart. All she wanted to do was help and support her girlfriend, but she also didn’t want to push her, so she let her be, let her move into her old bedroom. 

Everyone was trying and failing to think of ways to help their friend and teammate. Y/N was distancing herself from everyone and she refused to talk about what had happened. 

The Avenger was sitting in her old bedroom now, immersing herself in a book she always loved to read. However, she heard a knock on her door and it made her jump slightly. After a couple deep breaths, she quietly said, “Come in.” 

The door slowly opened and Natasha poked her head inside, offering her a warm smile in hopes of comforting her. “Hey. Do you have a minute to talk?” 

Y/N thought for a moment and nodded, putting her book aside. Natasha’s smile got a little bigger and she stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her. There was silence as she sat down on the bed next to Y/N. 

“I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing? If you need any support?” Natasha said softly. 

Y/N bit her lip and shook her head ‘no’, looking away. “I’m okay,” she murmured.

She missed the slight tears that welled in Natasha’s eyes before she blinked them away. “Y/N, I . . .” Black Widow hesitated before continuing. “I’ve dealt with PTSD. I know the symptoms and-” 

Y/N stood up, facing the wall and cutting her off. “I’m fine, Natasha,” she hissed. 

Natasha looked up at her, internally sighing. “I don’t want to push you. I want to be there for you if you’d like,” she started to say in a broken voice. 

Y/N turned around to face her girlfriend, enraged. For half a moment Natasha thought she was going to be yelled at and prepared herself to take it, but was surprised when something else happened. Y/N was clearly mad, but she was holding it back, and because she held it back, tears came instead. 

“I appreciate it and I know you don’t want to push me but I just can’t talk about this. I can’t think about this, Natasha. I’m trying not to think about how much it hurt and how I thought I was dying, okay? I know someone, maybe not you, but someone is gonna try and talk to me about it and I don’t want to remember it! It’s painful,” she interrupted, before letting out a noise of frustration and exhaustion, and walked out of the room, leaving Natasha speechless. 

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A couple days after that, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner stood around a table in Bruce’s lab. That table had the sword that Y/N had been stabbed with, scrubbed of the blood. The two men wanted to study this sword, for it was unlike everything they’ve ever seen (it was alien, after-all). They also hoped it would give them information on the aliens they fought on their mission. 

“Tony,” Bruce said, staring down at the sword. The billionaire hummed, prompting the scientist to continue. “We've gotten everything we can out of this sword - it isn’t much. If we want to know more, we’ll need to ask Y/N.” 

Tony turned to him. “Y/N? What could she tell us?” He asked, confused. 

Bruce sighed. “She was the one who was stabbed with it. She got a good look, felt the, er, sword, and was the only one who saw the alien who stabbed her. Maybe she can help us find them? Or she can give us a hint on why the alien stabbed her if a different alien was fighting her?” He reasoned. 

The two Avengers shared a look, both conveying regret and hesitation. Despite wanting and, well, needing to know more information, they were reluctant to ask Y/N, and were doubtful she’d want to tell them much of anything.

After their silent conversation, Tony made a decision. “FRIDAY, please tell Natasha to come down to Bruce’s lab if she can,” he said to the A.I. 

Two minutes later, the redheaded spy appeared. She furrowed her eyebrows seeing her teammates, wondering what they needed her for, but her eyes widened when she saw that damned sword.

“What are you doing?” She asked accusingly, crossing her arms. 

“We need to talk to Y/N about the sword. Has she been talking to you?” Bruce asked. 

Natasha frowned. She sighed and opened her mouth to tell the men of what happened the last time she and her girlfriend spoke, when a voice interrupted them.

“Hey, Bruce, can I-?” All three Avengers turned around to see Y/N, entering the lab and in the middle of asking a question. She cut herself off abruptly, getting a clear view of the sword, and stared at it momentarily.

All those memories. All those memories she had ignored. She was now being forced to remember them, as that sword was right smack in front of her. 

She stumbled back, starting to breath in short, ragged breaths, and feeling the need to get out and get out now. She had to get away, away from the sword, away from the pain, away from the memories. You’d think she had superspeed with how fast she moved, practically running from the room and looking for any safe space. Subconsciously, Y/N went to that safe space. She went to Natasha’s room, formerly both of theirs, and sat on the bed, trying to calm herself or distract herself or do anything.

As soon as Natasha had seen her girlfriend there, and saw her face transform into that of like a deer in the headlights, and saw her turn around and run, she panicked. Turning back to Iron Man and Hulk, Black Widow ordered, “Get the sword out,” and followed her girlfriend. 

She kept going until she saw Y/N enter their bedroom and followed her in after, catching the door before it shut. She then carefully shut the door herself and focussed her undivided attention on the love of her life. 

Y/N sat on their bed, hands clamped on her head. Natasha could tell she was trying to take deep breaths and calm down, but it wasn’t working. She had shut her eyes closed, tightly, and Natasha lowered herself to be in front of Y/N and at her level. 

“Y/N,” Natasha said softly, gently cupping Y/N’s face. “Follow my breathing, okay?” 

She began to take deep breaths and after a few moments, Y/N did too. They kept that going for nearly five minutes until Y/N spoke up. 

“I’m so tired, Nat, and overwhelmed,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. 

Natasha nodded. “I know, love,” she said, and then moved to sit next to Y/N on their bed. “I’m sorry about our . . . what happened the other day. You’re going to get through this, though, okay? I’ll give you my full support if you want it. Whatever you need, whatever you want, I’m here for you.” 

Natasha wrapped an arm around Y/N who leaned into her arms, nodding. “I missed you,” she said. 

The former agent smiled, resting her chin on Y/N’s head. “Me, too. We can also find a therapist if you want it, yeah?” She said, and then added. “I love you.” 

Y/N smiled a little and nodded again. “I love you, too.”

[nctsjiho]

Burning Question

warnings: none

❀ Sungchan asks JiHo a rather personal question and some of the boys end up getting their “feelings hurt” (ft. Shotaro)

There were always moments during the year which were more busy than others, but with SM deciding to do another full NCT unit, like they did 2 years ago with NCT 2018, 2020 was just busy all year round. The practise rooms were always used to there fullest potential. 24 members jumping around and singing loudly in preparation for that year’s promotions.

Amongst the intense training there was some much needed time pushed aside for breaks, and the members made sure to enjoy every second of their breaks. Shotaro and JiHo, during this particular break, had been talking about everything and nothing. The girl asking Shotaro about how he liked being apart of the time so far.

Sungchan was seated next to the duo, preoccupied scrolling down social media on his phone. He had been excited to see what the fans were expecting from NCT this year, feeling a bit proud since he knew more than the fans did. But after a while reading comments got a bit boring and he turned towards Shotaro and JiHo, who were still very immersed into their conversation. He didn’t want to interrupt them, but he felt a bit left out, his Japanese lacking way too much to understand the two. JiHo who had noticed Sungchan’s gaze on them by looking at the mirror and changed her position so they were sat in a triangle, all able to look each other. Sungchan slightly blushed in embarrassment, causing JiHo to hold back a smile.

“What have you been up to?” The girl asked the younger boy, nodding towards the phone in his lap. “O-Oh, I was just reading comments from the fans.” Sungchan didn’t expect a question really, causing him to stutter a bit before finding the right words. They continued making a bit of small talk, of course including Shotaro in the conversation, before they had gotten to a comfortable silence.

As the three of them sat with their backs against the wall, Sungchan suddenly sat up straight. There was something he had been curious about for quite some time now and it didn’t help that JiHo wasn’t one to talk about herself a lot, so he never found out naturally. It came to a point where he was a bit afraid to ask her even, since there might have been a reason he still didn’t know the answer to his burning question, but no one else seemed as interested in it as he was. Maybe he was just nosy? Maybe everyone knew, everyone but him? He wasn’t fully sure at this point.

“What’s up?” JiHo chuckled a bit at the younger boy’s weird behaviour. After suddenly sitting up he had just stared out in front of him for a minute or two, seemingly lost in thought. Sungchan shook his head as if he was getting his thoughts straight before looking at JiHo. “Noona... I have a question.” He sounded a bit nervous which promoted the girl to sit straight as well. “You can ask me anything. Go ahead.” “But I don’t know if this is appropriate to ask you...” His words trailed of. “Don’t worry if you’re asking me who my favourite NCT member is, I’d probably say Taeil oppa.” She said seriously, only to receive a laugh from both Sungchan and Shotaro.

The other boys weren’t sitting too far from them and had heard her statement which earned her a few words of protest. “Hey! I thought I was your favourite!” Haechan yelled and JiHo rolled her eyes at that. “Dream on Haechan.” She waved him off and said boy scoffed. Her eyes than met Jaemin’s who was pouting at her. “You know, I would’ve been okay if you said Jisung, but Taeil hyung?!” He feigned hurt causing everyone to laugh and JiHo to quickly apologise.

Finally calmed down and with the mood definitely lightened at this point, JiHo turned back to Sungchan. “No seriously, you can ask me anything.” Sungchan nodded before speaking up. “So your mother is Korean, but you are half Japanese half French... And isn’t your father French? So how...” Sungchan didn’t dare to finish his question as he noticed some of the boys, who were closer to them, become more quiet and look at them. “I mean you don’t have to answer-” JiHo cut him off by putting up her hand motioning to calm down. He had started rambling. “That’s right, I guess you were never there when I talked about it. Don’t worry, Sungchan, it’s not a big secret or anything. I just never bring this up really.” She sounded so calm and understanding, but it didn’t help Sungchan feel much better with his hyungs staring at them intently.

“My real mother is Japanese and my real father is French, but they couldn’t take care of me. So when I was a year old my real parents wanted to put me up for adoption. However, my real father’s older brother had a wife and a stable job and they weren’t opposed to having children. So they adopted me.” JiHo explained. “It’s a bit complicated isn’t it?” Telling that story was clearly not something JiHo liked doing, but she still smiled at Sungchan. It slightly hurt his heart hearing about her family, definitely because he did know about how her mother got sick when she was 6, which resulted in JiHo living with her grandparents for around 6 years.

“So your dad is your real dad’s older brother?” JiHo nodded. “I look a lot like my real father, and they look like each other as well so that’s why I look like my adoptive father.” He didn’t realise it, but Sungchan was nodding along with JiHo’s words, his mouth slightly agape as he listened to each word attentively. “But if you were still a baby when you were adopted, how can you speak Japanese so well?” The boy was now very interested in everything JiHo could tell him about her past. Some of the older boy’s noticed and thought it was very cute. “At some point I just felt like I had to know Japanese and learn about the culture since it’s part of my blood you know? It almost felt wrong knowing more about Korea than Japan. That’s when I decided to learn Japanese.”

The conversation had continued on with Sungchan interrogating JiHo about her life. It was so interesting to hear about how it was like growing up in France. How she used to go to school with her friends with their inline skates or skateboards. How she had huge gatherings with all her friends and their families. How she had so many hobbies. It kind of made him sad in her place that she gave that up to become a singer in Korea, leaving all her friends and family behind on the other side of the planet. But he also felt happy that he ended up being in the same team as her, just being in her presence alone was so soothing yet fun. His respect for her had skyrocketed just because of that one conversation.

“Do you miss it?” JiHo looked up at the boy with wide eyes before thinking about it for a second. “Don’t we all miss some parts of our childhood?” That was a good question, Sungchan missed hanging out with his friends in elementary school, not having so many responsibilities yet. “Of course I miss it, but I love what I’m doing now, so I’m all good.” She said, her smile just barely reaching her eyes. It always hurts thinking about the past, and Sungchan could only imagine how much more it hurt for JiHo who basically had left her whole life behind and it wasn’t just an arms length away from her to reach back for it.

“And now you two are part of the team which makes it even better.” Both Sungchan and Shotaro blushed a little at the girl’s comment. Johnny noticed and couldn’t help but tease the younger boys. “Hey JiHo, calm down with the compliments, we don’t want the boys to form a crush on you.” JiHo burst out laughing the two boys next to her becoming even more flustered. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just being stupid.” She pointed an cautionary finger at Johnny who just walked away while laughing.

“Anything else you want to know?” JiHo asked Sungchan in an attempt to change the subject. In the corner of her right eye however, she sees a big shadow quickly approach her. After turning in its direction she found Yuta who had dragged Taeil along with him, sitting in front of her.

“I heard Taeil hyung is your favourite NCT member?” He raised a brow before shaking the oldest a bit. “Are you sure of that?” Taeil sighed not amused. “You’re right I’m sorry, I guess it isn’t Taeil.” JiHo replied which made Yuta smile brightly and he let go of Taeil’s arm. “Hey! Why not? I-” Before Taeil could protest any further Yuta intervened. “Who is it then?” He asked hopefully. JiHo smirked before reaching both her hands to either side of her and grabbing Sungchan and Shotaro by their arms. “Our two newest members.”

A new kind of chaos broke out in the practise room. Everyone of the members who felt worthy of the role as JiHo’s favourite member started yelling out their own reasons why. “I’d say run before Yuta catches you guys.” The girl warned the 2 boys before she ran away herself to hide behind Taeyong.