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luvfy0dor · 10 months ago

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“His Hands are in my Hair, His Clothes are in my Room ♡⁠˖” BSD x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

Warnings; Nikolais and Chuuyas are hardly proofread, Nikolais was rushed, Nikolais nearly got scrapped, I don't like Nikolais, maybe a little ooc

Description; sharing clothing w the BSD boys

A/n; GUYS OH MY GOD I GOT A 5 ON MY FIRST AP EXAM IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF AHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY also I'm sorry posts are so few and far between. It's so hot and hard to function. I know I said the exact same thing to excuse minimal posts in winter but like. its literally hot as balls and all I got is a puny ass 8yro fan and the occasional sip of iced water.

Osamu Dazai ★

• Dazai likes to take your old T-shirts to sleep in when you lend them to him for the night. After a few nights of having Dazai at your house, you wonder why your sleep-shirt collection has nearly cut in half.

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You unlocked the door of your apartment and pushed it open with your unoccupied hand. The other arm held a large brown paper bag filled with gas station food and snacks for you and your boyfriend, who followed you inside. Once you set the bag down on the coffee table, you retrieved your keys from the door and closed it. When you came back to the kitchen, Dazai had already dumped everything out and was sifting through all the options. "The walk back from the gas station was hardly five minutes and I've already forgotten everything we got." He says with a grin, opening a bag of chips and eating a couple. He offered you some, holding the bag out to you. "Want some?' He mumbled.

"Yeah, let me just change into pajamas first, I don't wanna do anything until I'm comfortable." You said, shrugging off your jacket and starting to undo your belt before you even make it back to your room. Dazai followed suit, bag of chips still in hand. "Can I borrow some?" You nodded before taking off your shirt and tossing it in the laundry hamper, going through your closet to find a shirt for your boyfriend and yourself. "Thank youuu~" He plops down onto your bed, keeping the chip bag upwards so he doesn't get any crumbs or dust on your nice blankets. He watches you pull one of your band shirts over your head, admiring your body from his position on your mattress. He's snapped out of his daze when black fabric comes flying at him, but he catches it before it can smack him in the face. "Thanks, babe, you're so kind."

He switches his work clothes for your old ones, the big shirt nearly swallowing his scrawny torso comfortably. "Alright, I want snacks, come on." You gesture for him to follow you back out to the kitchen where the array of snacks was waiting for the two of you on the counter. There were numerous kinds of chocolate, and Dazai had grabbed a couple bags of gummies for himself. There were a few more bags of chips for variety, and you scooped everything up in your arms to bring to the living room. You dropped them all on the coffee table and grabbed the remote. "Alright, what movie are we feeling?" You ask, turning to the brunette man. "Uhhhhh, how about an action movie. Somethin' that looks exciting." He says, slinging his arm over your shoulder while he munches on sour gummy worms. Eventually, the two of you decide on a Godzilla movie, slumped against the couch with chocolate residue on the tips of your fingers from your candies. Dazai let out a long sigh as the movie came to a close, leaning into you and resting his head on your shoulder.

You ran your fingers through Dazais messy and slightly greasy hair, scratching his scalp and listening to his pleased, quiet hum. "Are you falling asleep or are you up for another movie?" You ask him, watching the credits roll on the TV. "I'm up for another movie, I just think I might be having a sugar crash." He says, groaning as he sits back up. You nod and grab the remote again, browsing through all the film options. Every now and again, your eyes involuntarily flickered over to your boyfriend, and you couldnt help but smile. He looked really cute in your shirt, and it almost made you wanna treat the movie like chopped liver and cuddle up to him.

"You look really cute." You say, playing whatever movie you absent-mindedly started in your daze. "Oh, I know, right?" He grins running his hand over his body. "As a matter of fact, I've never felt sexier." He teases, moving his eyebrows up and down with a smirk. You can't help but laugh at him. "Let's get you on a playboy cover." Before you know it, he's standing up in front of the TV. "Scrap the movie, you have me for entertainment instead." He puts his hands on his hips and strikes a pose, making you laugh some more. "You want some attention? I mean, I guess since you asked so politely." You stand up with an eye roll and pull him in, kissing him and running a hand down his side. He keeps one hand on your chin, tilting your head to meet his lips, sighing quietly each time your lips part for a quick moment. Soon, you both need more air then small gasps and have to pull away. He smiles and messes with the fabric of your own shirt. "How about we ditch this mess for now and go to bed, yeah? We can continue comfortably there?" He offers, You glance back over at the piles of snacks, opened or not, scattered acrossed the floor. Normally you'd make him help you clean up before doing anything else, but tonight you really couldn't be bothered and just wanted to follow Dazai wherever he'd take you. "Alright, let's go."

Chuuya Nakahara ★

• Everyone knows that Chuuya adores his hat, but not everyone knows he's got a decently sized collection of fancy hats on top of his closet. One day while rummaging around and trying to find one of Chuuyas button downs for him, you notice them all on the top rack.

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"Chuuya, you didn't tell me you had so many hats!" You called out to him, standing back and staring at them all. Chuuya was currently in the bathroom, shaving his peach fuzz to keep his smooth face. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I've got a ton." He calls back, washing the shaving cream off of his skin. "They're pretty..can I try some of 'em on?" You ask, reaching to grab the one on the top of the stack. "Go ahead." He walks out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist, leaning against the doorframe to watch the little fashion show you were about to put on. The first one you grabbed was adorned with flowers of various colors. You placed it on your head and turned around, posing with your hands on your hips.

"What do you think? Vogue worthy?" You ask him. He smiles at you and nods, his arms crossed over his chest. "One hundred percent, that's peak fashion." He says genuinely, standing up straight and walking over to the closet. He reaches up and grabs another hat for you to try, switching it out for the flowers one. This one is a dark, reddish brown color. "This one's cute too." You giggle and head over to the bathroom to see for yourself. "Ooo, I'm not sure this kinda hat is necessarily for me." You giggle. "What do you mean? It looks great on you!" He says, following you in and hugging you from behind. "You only say that because they're your hats." You say, grinning.

"I mean, I guess not everyone is destined to look good in them like me." He says, squeezing your hip. "I gotta actually get ready for work now, I'm probably runnin' late." He says, turning around and dropping his towel. He tossed it into the hamper before getting dressed in his usual attire, spotting the button down that you had forgotten about in favor of his hat collection. "Okayyyy." You yawn, stretching your arms over your head and treading through the bedroom to start your own morning routine. You didn't have to leave for another hour, but Chuuya had to get to work within the next 30 minutes. After brushing your teeth, you notice Chuuya searching the bedroom for his usual hat.

"The nightstand." You point out to him. He sees it and lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing it and plopping it on his head. "Thanks, doll. I gotta get going' now, but I'll see ya tonight, okay?" He says, pulling you in by your waist for his daily goodbye kiss. "Yeah, got it." You smile before kissing him sweetly for a quick moment before he backs away. "Alright, I love you, see ya later." He playfully smacks your ass before letting go of you and heading out to the door. "Bye Chuuya, I love you, I'll see you later!" Once you heard him leave, you smiled to yourself and headed right back to the closet. You didn't necessarily have to get dressed just yet, so that gave you some time to try on a couple more hats on your own.

Fyodor Dostoevsky ★

• Fyodor doesn't mind letting you borrow his cape if you seem cold, or he'll simply wrap it around you and pull you into his side. He prefers the latter, considering it doesn't take much for him to get chilly.

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Fyodor held your gloved hand in his as you both walked down the snowy streets of Yokohama. It was the winter solstice and you both decided to take a walk down one of the most popular roads and do some window shopping. By the end of the evening, the hand that wasn't occupied with holding Fyodors held a warm cup of hot chocolate that you sipped on periodically. "Have you enjoyed yourself tonight, Myshka?" He asks you, adjusting his ushanka and gazing up at the sky, noticing some snow start to fall. "I did. Thanks for coming with me, I know you have a lot of stuff to do." You respond, bringing the cup to your lips for another sip. He waves his hand dismissively. "That doesn't mean I can't accompany you." His thumb rubs over your knuckles as snow starts landing on his hat and your head, the street lamps illuminating the darkness with a tangerine-colored glow. You nod at his words, leaning into his shoulder and shivering.

"It's so cold, Fedya." You say, your head on his shoulder and your hand squeezing his tightly. He lets go in order to put his arm around your waist, pulling his long cape over your shoulder. "I know, the walk home isn't much further, don't worry." You smile and hold onto the old, worn material to keep it in place. "You're right, thanks." You say, feeling butterflies in your stomach. It never mattered how long you and Fyodor had been together, every affectionate action made you feel like you had just got together. He held you close with his cape still shielding you from the cold and adding a layer of warmth to your jacket. He would peer over at you every now and again, laughing under his breath at all the snow that was getting into your hair. "What's so funny?" You ask him, a smile spread acrossed your face. "You've got a whole bunch of snow on your head." He tells you. "It looks like dandruff."

You roll your eyes and yank the ushanka off of his head, placing it on yours instead. "There, now you won't have to look at it." You hold the fluffy hat on top of your head and try to prevent him from taking it back when he tugs on it. "No, you can get your own, my ears are cold." He says with a smile, eventually pulling it back into his own possession and patting it off. "I will say though, you look better in my hat than Dazai did." You give a proud smirk and rest your head on his shoulder. "I'd hope you'd think so." Your street comes into view and you pull him along as you speed up, wanting to get into the warm, cozy house as soon as possible. "I know running isn't exactly your thing but pick up the pace a little, I wanna get under the covers and cuddle." You tell him, getting closer to home with each passing second.

He picks up speed for you and listens to the sound of your feet hitting the pavement. It's not long before you've pulled him all the way home and you're unlocking the door, nearly spilling inside to get into the warm living room. Fyodor follows suit, unlacing his shoes and hanging up his cape and ushanka. You wait for him in the open doorway that connects the living room and the hallway, ready to curl up in bed away from the harsh cold. "Alright, I'm coming." He says, treading through the hall with you and opening the bedroom door. His hand rested on your lower back as you both walked to the comfortable mattress, crawling under the covers and pulling each other close. "Your cape is really warm and comfortable. You should wrap me in it more often." You say, scooching closer to him and letting his arm drape over your waist.

"Hmm, I guess that wouldn't hurt. You really like it?" He peers down at you, his head propped up on his fist. "Yeah, I might have to steal it, actually." You say seriously, making him click his tongue. "You're welcome to steal it if I'm not wearing it." He says, chewing on the inside of his cheek habitually. "Then expect it to be off the hanger more often then not." He smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, laying his head down on the pillow. "Okay, that's fine, but right now you have me and the blanket to keep you warm." He murmurs, closing his eyes. "Well you're not contributing to that as much as the blanket, but whatever you say." You kiss his cheek and brush his bangs out of his face. "G'night Fedya, I love you." You say, resting your head on his chest, ready for sleep. "I love you too, y/n, sleep well."

Nikolai Gogol ★

• You always loved Nikolais outfit and couldn't help but wanna put it in one day. You were sure he wouldn't mind, after all, sharing attire was nothing foreign to your relationship.

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It started with you trying on his blouse for fun, but then you decided the blouse wasn't complete without the vest, pants, gloves, collar, shoes, or hat. Everything fit you a little differently than it fit Nikolai, but it didn't matter, because when you walked over to the nearest reflective surface, you found yourself cute, and you almost couldn't wait for Nikolai to get out of the shower to show him. You just needed one more thing, his cape. You ran out to the coat rack by the door and swung it behind you and then over your shoulders excitedly, grabbing it by the edges and moving it around. You felt really fancy with his cape, swaying your body just to feel the fabric move with you. As a matter of fact, you were so caught up in how good the cape made you feel that you didn't even realize the bathroom door open.

"Oh, wow, dove! My outfit looks so good on you! I've never noticed how much the red gloves pop until now." You turned around so fast, as if you were sitting in silence and all of a sudden a full file cabinet tipped over and crashed onto a linoleum floor. "Wah-! When'd you get out? I mean, thank you, but you scared me!" You say with a nervous laugh. "I thought it looked cute." You murmur, starting to pull off the gloves, but he stops you. "Hey, wait, you should stay in it for a moment, I'm not done admiring you yet!" He tells you, walking over and grabbing your hands gently. He leans in to kiss you, his smile palpable on his lips. You hand falls on his shoulder, rubbing it up and down affectionately before pulling away. "You really like it that much, huh?"

He nods. "Ofcourse! Oh, I'd love to show everyone how wonderful you look. Would you let me?" He asks, squeezing your hands tightly. "Sure, Kolya, go ahead." He quickly skitters off to fetch his cellphone, returning with the camera app already open. "Pose." He says, watching you place your hands on your waist and cock your hip a little bit. "Ah, gorgeous." He says, spamming the capture button. "Okay, I think that's enough." He says, his cheeks a bit pinker than before. He tossed his phone onto one of the side tables and embraced you once again, resting his head on top of yours. "Come on, y/n, I'd like to see you in my whole wardrobe now!" He says excitedly, pulling you along back to the bedroom. You don't necessarily know what you ignited in him, but it was certainly something, and now you were preparing yourself for a god-knows-how-long fashion show for your boyfriend. Not that you really minded, ofcourse.

A/n; another post that was supposed to have sigma and then didn't have sigma because I wanted to watch Jersey shore instead of write. ALSO I WENT TO THE DENTIST YESTERDAY terrible experience I cried but don't tell anyone I said that

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fujoshirat · 29 days ago

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hellooo allow me to plant some dad!Shoto thoughts in your mind hehehe 🫶🫶

• Dad!Shoto who took more than half his load of taking care of the twins when they were teeny tiny babies

• Dad!Shoto who meticulously plans the wedding anniversary and had his babies be involved in the surprise for youuu

• Dad!Shoto feels guilty for times he can't attend school functions for his kids 😓

• Dad!Shoto 10/10 still wants more mini you's

So cuteness!!!! Thank you so much for these adorable thoughts, anon!! I hope you don’t mind me using my OC!children as well ><

A/N: (´｡• ω •｡`)/ yay I'm alive after around 3 months of inactivity😅

Dad!Shouto definitely takes on more load than you insist. Especially with Aki and Haru, his first children. Because he’s new and unsure of this “father role,” you have to guide him a lot. Cue a lot of “Will holding him like this hurt him?” and “How do I feed him?” Sometimes you have to remind him that even though they are vulnerable babies, they aren’t literally made of glass.

Once he does get comfortable (whether that’s after Aki and Haru get older or even when you have Yuu and Yue), it’s game over. Suddenly, he’s able to do pushups with a little one giggling on his back and carrying both male twins while doing the laundry so that you can finally nap.

Dad!Shoto never does a half-assed job (ehe, reference to one of my other works). Whether it’s his job as a pro hero or cooking when you feel too tired to make dinner, he does his absolute very best to succeed.

This includes planning important celebrations of milestone events, one important one being your wedding anniversary.

Dad!Shouto goes alllllllllll out for your wedding anniversary! He’s got all bases covered: your favorite flowers, breakfast in bed, the entire day off, and all three meals covered.

Every new Todoroki child brought into the world makes the celebration even better. They’re so cute, so eager to help like their father :( It starts off as something small, a little messy handwritten letter or a drawing of what looks like their mother. Once at the ripe ages of 5, 7, and 9? Suddenly, you wake up to the sound of laughter in the kitchen and a mess of dough and flour all over the kitchen counter. Some anniversaries, it will be bickering over who gets the window seat on the upcoming flight that your husband booked.

Dad!Shouto is DEFINITELY 100% the type of father to always want to make it to school functions to support his kids. As the busy, No. 2 hero, of course, that isn’t always possible

And of course, filming is a MUST. Dad!Shoto has a camera specifically used for filming his children’s achievements. Each one of your kids has a video in the mix.

Dad!Shouto is also the type of father to be out of the country but then fly in last minute and make it as a surprise!!! He tries not to do it often because it’s risky and he might not make it on time due to delays, but if he’s provided the window of opportunity, he’ll take it (and text you beforehand, of course, because mama can keep a secret 😉)

And finally, it’s no surprise that Dad!Shouto 10/10 still wants more mini you’s. Like man 🤨 children are expensive and hard work, not to mention that he’s already got 5!! We know you’re rich sir but five is enough

He can’t help it, his wonderful wife and children overload his heart, giving him meaning to his life and making the traditional house in the pretty, modern gated neighborhood worth coming home to.

Once again, TYSM anon for your support and headcanons!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

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witchpassing · 11 months ago

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interview_3aC

I got into piloting during the Third Generation. For the historically illiterate, that’s before the breakpoint, not after. Summer Offensive, Chelsk Offensive, ‘81, ‘82… All that shit.

When you say pilot now, people get a certain mental image. It wasn’t like that, back then; end of the day, a G3 frame is basically just another kind of tank. Hot like hell inside and full analogue control. You had to think five, six, seven seconds ahead sometimes, because that’s how long it’d take you to string together the inputs for what you were doing next.

I was good. I mean, I’m good at my job now, sure, but… you should’ve fuckin’ seen me then.

... Anyway. Long and short of it is, I got unlucky. Everyone does, sooner or later. Coterie railcannon caved in part of my cockpit, crushed my leg to dogmeat, and that was that. A few years later, they’d have amputated, plugged in a spare, and sent me back in, but this was ‘83, the tech wasn’t there yet. We were hearing about it, you know, shit on the grapevine about the brain-machine barrier, weird tests underground out in Lysk, but I don’t think any of us really believed in it.

I wanna say I knew what was coming, but I didn’t. Nobody did.

So. Cockpit breach. Fucked leg. They did a lot of work, got it to where I could walk on a good day, but it was obvious I wasn’t gonna cut it any more. Took my pension, checked out, spent eight years in the worst dyke bars I could find. Don’t really wanna talk about that part. That’s not what you’re here for, anyway.

So I’m a few years down the line, losing my mind somewhere in Sengrade, and I get a call. It’s this guy I used to know, I never really nailed down what he did, Information maybe, and he’s telling me about this program they’re spinning up over in Lysk, and sure that rings some alarm bells but what am I gonna do, say no? I don’t even need to hear the specifics, he’s trying to tell me it’s the next big jump in frame tech, it’s gonna win us the war, whatever, I’m already halfway onto a train.

The job turned out to be the Fifth Generation. Not only was the brain-machine barrier real, but they’d smashed clean through it. I said a G3 is basically a tank, right? So I was expecting an iteration on the form. Sharper, sleeker sure, but at the end of the day just a prettier-looking tank.

Well, I was dead fuckin’ wrong. Seeing something that size move that way, it’s… I don’t think I can put it into words. Go find a poet or something. Ask them what they think about Gen 5.

… Didn’t come for free, of course. The neural throughput on a machine that size will cook an unprepared brain like a fuckin’ egg. You need to be dosed to the gills on a whole cocktail of ten-syllable shit to take it for more than a few minutes, and the drugs make you weird. Horny, mostly - I’m sure you’ve heard about that - but you’re also looking at impaired impulse control, difficulty with long-term thinking, emotional disregulation, mania… Plus, there’s something in the cocktail or the link or both that is bastard habit-forming. You see them counting the hours between sorties. They adjust to the hyperstimulation, get calibrated to it, and then everything else is just too god-damn quiet.

Think maybe it’s carcinogenic, actually, but you didn’t hear that from me.

So, yeah. Weird. Command doesn’t want weird operating superweaponry. Weird doesn’t make sound tactical decisions. Which means all the shit that makes somebody a functioning soldier - the long-term decision making, the impulse control, the ability to give a fuck about the rules of engagement - it had to be outsourced.

The term they used at first was “special consultant”. Then “special consulting officer”, once we hit field testing. It wasn’t “handler” until later.

The first crop of us - I’m just gonna say handlers, I know how you’re gonna wanna spin this, I get it - were all ex-pilots. G3, mostly; Gen 4 didn’t leave a lot of material to work with. I guess the idea was we were the closest you could get to a G5 candidate’s frame of reference, but it was pretty clear within the first few months that that was bullshit. Some of us took to it, some of us washed out. A lot couldn’t take the wetwork, which I guess I can sympathise with.

Me, I handled it fine. Better than I should’ve, maybe. Being a tanker didn’t do shit for me, but my dad, he was a dog trainer, and… Yeah, well, you get the idea.

… No, no. The other kind of wetwork. You know what I mean.

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The leg? Ha. Yeah, they offered me a prosthetic. ‘Course they did. But, call me a hypocrite, whatever you want - by that point I was six months in and I knew with total fuckin’ certainty I didn’t want the link. I spend enough of my time helping the military put their shit into peoples’ bodies, you know? I don’t want it walking home with me.

… No, I don’t understand why they keep signing up. Early days, sure, nobody knew what it did to you back then, but there’s been leaks, people’ve talked - hell, I’m talking right now. You can find our burnouts in any dive in the country, or what's fuckin' left of them. The candidates now, they know what we do to people here, and they just keep coming, and coming…

Though, you know… I think sometimes about the first time I saw a Gen 5 machine take off, that first day on the program. The way it moved against the blue-black of the sky, like it weighed nothing at all. And I almost get it.

#empty spaces #mechposting #this one's writing #microfiction

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umhwarmglitterstory · 3 months ago

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Ladybird, ladybird

||Jake Sully X daughter reader || Miles Quaritch x f!reader||

| Mature | Depictions of violence |

Chapter 1

(Ladybird, ladybird masterlist)

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Entry: 00862102154- 04

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P: Jake Sully

“Hey babygirl, how have you been? Hmm? Happy Birthday! Woah, I can not believe it's, it's already, uhm, nineteen years. Well, fifteen, here and now, but, when it reaches… Yeah, just- I'm sorry. I can't be there, and, uhm… I'm sorry, for, for all the previous ones-

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Listen, I love you, okay? So much, and I know, I know, you are an amazing woman. The most amazing woman in the world. And I am so, so proud, and- I know, I know it can't be easy, I know it isn't easy. But- but I also know you are amazing, and, and fierce and smart, and, ha! You will be… the most amazing gift to the world, I can promise you that.

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I've talked to Neytiri about you, she, uh, hum, she agrees you are awesome, and uh, I promise you, that's a huge thing… She still calls me baby, and stupid, so, yeah. But, but they, uhm, they trust me, they really trust me, I think…

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Everything… Everything I do, I do it for us, right? You, and me… earth, uh, society, you know… I want to… I want what's best, and uhm, what I do best, and, uhm, haha,... Sorry, my point is, I am doing my best, and what, what I was brought here for, uhm, Tommy, Tommy's… Well, balance, right? I'm a scientist! I thought I'd always be a marine, nothing but a marine, so… Tommy was the brain, so yeah, I'm, I'm stupid sometimes, am I not? My bad, haha, uhm, yeah… I think of what you said, all about me. That I'm strong, I'm brave, uhm, I'm funny, no?... 'I am with a big biggestest heart', right?... Yeah,

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Right! So, as always, I gotta run, okay? Its been absolutely crazy since I got in, inside, I mean. Gosh I hope they don't edit that out, hmm. I'm sorry baby, but we'll talk again, okay? I am always waiting for your messages. I'll love them! Baby, absolutely... So uh, wait for me, okay? We’ll meet again. I love you, bye.

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P: Jake Sully

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You skipped up the entry stairs, the peeling cement wearing out further with the rain. You entered the reception, not quite dripping, but close, your skin tingling, your ‘recent’ scars almost burning. The two men at the desk looked disapprovingly at you, you rolled your eyes and walked through the scanner, already gathering everything inside your bag.

Your phone, watch, wallet, and book, you put it all in one of the lockable cubicles, walking ahead, again through another scanner, smaller this time, only your ID in your hand.

Finally, the door, made of opaque glass. You swapped the card against the reader, waiting for the beep, but nothing came. You tried again, and again, but the door to the room didn't open. You waited a minute, then five, swapped your ID again, nothing happened.

Nothing like that had happened on your four previous visits, and the whole building was too fancy and new, to not be fully functional.

You walked through the hall, back to the reception, combing your wet hair with your fingers.

“Evening” You greeted, resting your forearms on the high, glass desk, holding your ID, “It seems there's a problem- the door won't unlock”

“Evening” said one of the men, the taller one, already grabbing your card, the glass glowing where it rested now. He tapped away, waited, tapped again. He frowned.

“What? What is it?” you asked. He read in silence for a bit longer “You are not authorized-” “Yes I am, this is my fifth visit, done it for months.” You immediately defended. In no way would you let this stupid crap keep you away from him.

“Right… Well, there is no message-” “Yes it is. It landed a month ago, to be available today, twenty-five” Your voice turned exasperated, and they sure noticed.

“Did you get the confirmation a week ago?” The shorter guy asked. No, you hadn't.

“What does it have to do? It is to be unlocked today, I'm sure”

They looked at each other “If there is no confirmation-” One of them started. You rolled your eyes, walking fast, back to the cubicles. Losing the half hour deposit, you took everything out, too fast, the book slipping and slamming heavily against the floor. You picked it up, securing everything, your heart slowly but steadily accelerating. It was unthinkable.

You handed them your phone, the mail with today's appointment on display. The taller guy read it, thoroughly, confirming, typing once again.

“It's… You don't have a message” He finally said. Your ears ringed

“So what? Am I too early?” You asked. You knew, didn't you…

“There is not any messages issued to you, ma'am”

You scoffed, snatching your phone back. “What's that supposed to mean? Whats this, then?” You asked, shaking your phone in the air.

“There’s been an error” He shrugged.

The RDA didn't do errors.

Jake had been sending messages every three months or so, he had promised. And without any rectification or new notification, that would make it at least five without him. He wouldn't.

“You are wrong” You stated, “Check again”

And he did, scrolling back and down again. “I told you, ma'am, there isn't anything issued to you, not now, nor next to arrive”

You realized how hard you were breathing, taking a long deep breath to calm yourself. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe Jake was just taking a little bit longer, maybe he had planned for it to arrive on Christmas. There was time, just enough, one month or two months, without anything.

You stared at your book ‘Pandora’s brain: Introduction to the life and ecosystems of the moon. By G.A' said on a twisted and torn cover.

You had rushed here, on foot, on train and on taxi, of the three hours in total that you had requested free, two were just to the ride.

You could call later, use a request format online- better than wasting your time here with these useless people.

The RDA didn't make mistakes. Especially on something as curated as the avatar program and anything related to it. Had they censored the message? Did it need longer clearance?- Whatever, you'll retrieve it sooner or later, better probably from base, pulling rank and strings.

“Okay, uhm, I request to watch another, one of the older ones” The guy nodded, typing again “That'll be 350”

Three hundred fifty. A shiver ran down your spine, muscle memory. You shook the feeling, you had enough money now, more than enough.

With Jake's messages, finally, arrived the payment. It was a lot, you didn't know if it was half his payment, or all of it. You believed the latter.

You were saving, rightfully, with all your might, for his return. Still, this was an emergency. You wouldn't leave this place without seeing him again, no matter if in an old log.

You slid your credit card across the table, looking in your phone for the entry number. It'd be the previous one, the fourth. The closest thing to a birthday present from him in almost eleven years.

You had been thinking about said video, quite a lot, since you first watched it. Jake had sounded a little bit strange, cryptic, almost, by the end. Not like pieces had been cut out on clearance, but like he, just him, couldn't put it into words. Or lying, that too, with his mouth randomly opening like a fish.

You looked up, ready to request by the number, but the guy had a strange face, a heavy frown, and still typing and looking up and down. You frowned too, “What?”

“Uh… Well, it seems, there isn't any messages”

“What?”

You didn't raise your voice, but it sounded grim.

“There isn't any entry. At all”

He had to be lying. Fucking with you for fun. From the begining.

You snorted, “Right, What are you fucking saying? Huh?!”

He shook his head, still looking at his com “Nothing for you, ma'am”

You scoffed harder, other visitants and one door guard turning their heads.

“What are you even fucking saying?!” You worded condescending, raising your fisted hands “I am asking to rewatch something that we both fucking know, is there!”

“Ma'am,” He started again, raising one hand. You could scream.

“There is not-” “What? They disappeared? They got deleted?” You accused mockingly, but the sole idea felt like a bucket of ice cold water. Everything. Everything you finally had after a decade-

“I'm not asking, I'm demanding, boy, to show me the damn videos!” You yelled.

“What's the problem?” Asked one of the guards, walking closer to you.

“What the fuck did you do?” You accused, “You think you can just- that they just can- erased- !” Words were escaping you.

His first words after waking up, his first time walking outside, his apologies, his ‘I love you’. His ‘happy birthday’, the only one you had hoped for all these years.

“Fucking fix it!” You yelled “Bring someone, now! Recover them!” Fucking-” Someone grabbed your arm, the guard, asking you to leave. You got out of the grip, violently pushing him backwards

“I'm a fucking marine, asshole! You- you think you can take them from me?!” You reached and grabbed the type guy across the desk, holding him by his jacket collar.

“You think you can just fucking tell me that you lost-” You felt a buzz sting on your neck, close to your shoulder, familiar enough. You faded to the ground,

***

You worked in silence, focused, digging another hole on the training dirt patio, surrounded by chatty newbies.

Two more Sargents, you had recognized, Rutia, on discipline more often than not, and Meyer, probably for a fight, judging by her black eye.

No arrest or charges, just a ridiculous fine, that, now, you could easily pay. Lt. Reddy had been understanding, disappointed, maybe, but assigning you barely hard shit like helping fix the patios.

If anything, the worst part was the headaches, crying every moment you were alone and at night, like you hadn't cried since Bianca.

You had been restless too, the last two days, calling and emailing the local RDA branch nonstop, -given you had been banned from stepping in the center until further notice-

'It's such a massive network', your friend Becca had said, things can disappear and appear again. All that space data… not even the RDA could flawlessly control it.

It still felt too odd, too damned wrong. You were terrified.

What if nothing happened, and all came back to normal in no time. What if, then, you lost all contact? What if it was all radio silence until he came back. What if you could not send him more messages, and the ones you already sent never reached, and he'd thought it was just you being angry-

You were, oh you were. But twelve, fifteen years, until he landed back on earth… Your hands clutched the shovel, your breathing started shaking

No. No, just no. You'll hear his voice again, you'll send him more ultra censored messages. It didn't matter. Just something, anything!

***

Three more months passed, Christmas and New year, Bianca's memorial and San Valentin.

It was too though.

You had only made it a couple of times, those stupid logs, but how you missed telling Jake about your life, knowing that it'll reach him. That you existed.

You had been to angry at first. Not just at him, but at how little you could express. Nothing ‘deemed stressful or distressing’ would be delivered to the workers.

So you couldn't rant for hours how much you hated him and how terrible he was. If I cant tell him my hate, I might as well not tell him anything.

And like that it had gone, more or less, on your first, second, and third video. Shallow stuff, cordialities of nonsenses. Hoping he could read between the lines all your heartbreak.

The prospect of losing it- knowing that you could, surprisingly, lose him all over again… You wanted now nothing, but to tell him how much you loved and missed him and tell him about the weather.

Whatever, you just wanted him back. And you were counting the days back to his return, even if without a date yet

“I’ll sleep for almost twelve years, so, basically, we are going to be the same age, hmm? Bizarre, no?” He had pathetically tried to cheer you up before his departure.

“You, uh, you could punch me! How about that, huh?… and I'll deserve it, baby”

You will, as hard as you fucking can. And then you'll hug him, clutch him, and never let go.

A notification finally arrived. Empty and vague. But oh how much pace it gave you. At least they had recognized something had happened, and your messages wouldn't just be silently lost forever

Then, things moved way too fast.

By the end of February, RDA people showed up at base. Not unusual, except this time they were looking for you specifically.

Your superior had told you to go to your quarters, that you had visitors. Except you didn't have anyone, not outside of base.

You sprinted to it. It had to be about Jake.

And it was.

A woman and a man, both in black uniforms, were standing by your bed, arms crossed and looking around. Two more men were around, opening drawers, bags, revolting the bed covers and even checking under the furniture.

“What- What are you doing?!” You asked. The woman and man in uniform looked at you, the woman greeting you with a curt nod. “Miss… Sully” She said. Some distaste in your last name.

You were still getting used to it, yours for barely two years. No one had ever said in such accusatory way. You wished you could answer her back, look at her with disgust and spit her name -Delgado- said her badge

“Yes?” You said without further bow, finding no indicative of their ranks

“Please” Said the man, Mancini, gesturing at the door with his hand, already starting to walk your direction.

You laughed and frowned, pointing at the two men ransacking yours and Becca's stuff “What the hell are they doing? What is this?” You asked. Mancini continued walking outside to the corridor. Delgado firmly pushed you by the back, guiding you outside as well “Of course, we’ll explain to you” She said.

Once in the hall, Delgado closed the door, she and the man almost cornering you against the wall.

“Miss Sully, this is Lt. Mancini, and I am Colonel Lily Delgado” Shit “What has Lt. Reddy told you about your situation?”

“Situation? Uh, he just said I had visitors. What-”

“Right. Well, you may know we are assigned in representation of RDA affairs on earth, particularly the research division. Avatars and the such, if you must” You nodded enthusiastically.

“A couple of months ago, there was a ‘disruption’ with your, uh, correspondence, with Jake Sully, is that right?” She asked, with a forced smile. You exhaled in relief, still nervous, and lost, but relieved. A Colonel, though? And some guys ransacking your quarters? What?

“Yes, yes, it all just ‘disappeared’, they said. Which I know, is just, impossible, right?” You said. The man nodded “Indeed, it's been something more complex than that. Quite a matter, in fact. So, miss Sully, we require you at our RDA division offices”

You inhaled, “What? Ha, why- Why are you in my room, what are you looking for?-”

“Of course, if you accompany us to our station you'll be accordingly informed” He said, an arm pushing you, once again.

You side stepped. You had heard that before, a minute ago, “No. Why can't you just tell me-” “This involves directly the RDA, we are required to take you to our installations. It's not a suggestion, ma'am” He said, and although they didn't touch you again, their looks did not leave space for any more questioning.

You started walking, “My, my superior-” “He'll be notified. Please” Delgado said, indicating you to walk faster. You gave a last look at you closed room.

***

The place was smaller than base, but a lot more technological and modern, way more touchscreens and crystal walls. Mancini and Delgado escorted you to a sterile room, much closer to an interrogation one than an office.

You took a seat, front but away from a metal desk, while they sat by the wall, besides the door. Not for the first time you caught yourself biting your finger's joints, pushing and alternating between your index, middle, and ring finger.

Eventually an officer entered, a major by the looks of it, tall and muscular, white hair on the sides of a balding head. You stood up at attention, dismissed right away. ‘Andre’ read his uniform.

Without further words or greetings, the wall ahead of you turned into a bright screen. One of those blue aliens, Na'vi, was on it, riding some flying beast.

The beast was vicious, a big mouth with sharp teeth, daunting small eyes. And yet the creature on top was way more ferocious. A snarling face, with sharp teeth as well and big yellow eyes. It was covered in beads and straps and plates. Curiously, disruptively, a very modern human gun was held on its raised hand, and a belt of munitions clasped around its torso.

Feathers and more beads decorated the Na'vi's face, painting on its cheeks and chin, a headpiece across its forehead. And something… something spine-chilling recognizable. An intimate feeling, when looking in its eyes. A recognition screaming at the back of your head.

“What you are seeing, Is the biggest act of betrayal, ever committed, against humankind, against earth.” Said the major, but you couldn't care to separate your eyes from the screen, “And that there, is Jake Sully”

Chapter 2 ->

#jake sully #jake sully & daughter reader #x daughter!reader #miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #ladybirdjakesully #jake sully & reader

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bangchansgirlsblog · 1 year ago

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another random idea.. Fem 9th member maknae reader who secretly smokes and gets caught by one of the boys who later snitches and tells chan. Reader and Chan fall out and she storms out of the dorms and ends up staying in her apartment instead to let off some steam. She realised how bad the smoking was for her health and how much it impacted her social life so she first to JYP and they send her to rehab + puts her on hiatus for two months because of rehab. Chan thinks it’s his fault for the hiatus as none of the members were told that she was going to rehab. They later find out and when Reader returns back from rehab/hiatus they all tell her how proud they are of her?

(sorry for the LONGGGG paragraph, i didn’t intend for it to be this long🧍‍♀️)

My biggest problem.

Okay maybe I got carried away a little and changed it a little but yeah forgive me 😜

Enjoy

-🩷

Y/n started smoking when she was 15.

She didn't know that she was eventually going to be a trainee the year after.

It was never part of her plan but when they scouted her when she was at the mall with her mum, it was a new chapter in her story and her mum begged for her to try it out. As her training days began and she tried to quit she found that she couldn’t go a day without smoking.

She was already addicted to it.

Her habit became stronger and stronger as the days got harder.

6 hours dance practice, 4 hours vocal and 2 hours media training. She found her self sneaking out for smokes during short breaks or before leaving the dorms for any type of schedule.

It sucked that she couldn't get out of it and it was affecting her.

At this point she didn’t even want to stop because if she did her body would fail.

1:45 pm, New York City.

"Alright people let's get started shall we?" The instructor walked onto the stage and stood at the edge waiting for everyone to get in place.

Y/n put her water bottle down and walked over to the group to get into her place so they could start practicing for the show that would happen the next day.

"Y/n and I.N I want more energy from the both of you please," Chan told the two maknae's. He was stood in the back analyzing everything to make sure it was on point.

The two nodded and stood ready to start. The sound of Charmer filled the whole stadium and their bodies started to move with the music. Their vocals being on point and their dancing being better than the last.

"What do you think?" The manager asked Chan. He was now stood down off stage looking at a different point of you. The rest of the band gasping for air.

"It was okay, I liked it but the lighting crew need to do better because I can barely see Felix in the back." He pointed and waved as he spoke. Trying to show the manager what he was imagining.

Y/n saw this as an opportunity to slip away for a bit for a short smoke break. She needed it. Her hands were shaking and her body couldn't really function due to the fuck she was going through withdrawals.

"Chan, may I use the washroom?" Her voice was timid but Chan was used to it and was able to hear her over his earpeaces.

"Yeah you can, five minutes yeah?" He replied. "Do you need one of the boys to come with you-"

"No no no it's fine," she replied fast, way to fast for Chan's liking.

"Okay," he squinted his eyes in suspicion but let it go.

She grabbed her bag and made her way through the different hallway. Making sure no one was in sight, she slipped through the backdoor to the back way alley.

It was quiet. No one was there and she was glad. She let go of the sign that lingered in her chest and pulled out the pack of cigs that laid neatly in her small pouch.

Her hands shook as she grabbed one cigarette and put it between her lips where she lit it and took a big puff.

Her body relaxed as the smoke filled her lungs. Her brain that was going hellfire was now calm and relaxed as well.

She thought she was safe when she reached for the second one. None of the boys had called her phone and it had been about 5 minutes.

"Just one more," she thought to herself.

"Y/n?" a voice called right by her ear causing her to jump and drop the pack of cigs.

"What are you doing?" She turned to look at Hyunjin who was visibly angry.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were sealed tightly together.

"Hyunjin what are you doing here?" She asked as she got on her knees trying to collect the cigarettes that were now scattered all over.

"What do you mean what are you doing here? What are YOU doing here Y/n? And why are you smoking? Have you gone mad? Does Chan know about this?" He questioned standing there in shock.

"No,no Chan doesn't know about this and you're not telling him," Y/n hushed him trying to stop him from shouting and yelling.

"I think you've actually gone insane! Ofcourse I'm telling Chan,” he grabbed the cigarettes from Y/n's hand and threw them back to the ground where he stomped all over them.

"Inside. Now." He said through gritted teeth. Y/n was scared, it was visible. She grabbed her back and slowly made her way inside the venue. Her lips quivered.

"Hyunjin please don't tell Chan, please I'll do anything," she begged.

"I have to Y/n. I'm so disappointed in you. We trusted you and you do this?" His eyes couldn't meet hers. His body was tense as they walked backstage to the rooms in the back. The hallways gettin busier each second. The employees questioning why she was crying.

"Are you okay-"

"Yes she is please go along with your work," Hyunjin snapped at one of the ladies. Y/n looked up at him frightened because he was always nice to people, he never once raised his voice at an employee.

When they arrived in the room. The boys were sat on the couches or having lunch. Chan was texting on his phone when he looked up.

"Y/n? Why did you bathroom break take so long?" He laughed and looked at Hyunjin who wasn't smiling.

"I caught her smoking Chan, she reeks of cigarettes" her head fell and she looked at her new trainers that one of the companies had sent her for promotion. It looked so intriguing all of a sudden.

"You caught her what? Hyunjin your joking," Chan laughed, "please tell me your joking," he paused and looked at the serious Hyunjin.

"Tell him, tell him now." He slightly pushed her in front of him so they could be face to face.

"I-I can explain Chan,"

"No way Y/n please tell me you're joking," his voice became harsh. The boys all turned to Y/n. They were all shocked at this because she was the last person to ever do such a thing.

"What the fuck?" Changbin's voice sounded. "You've been smoking?"

"Only a little," her voice was small. Timid almost.

"Don't lie, please don't fucking lie right now Y/n." Chan says walking closer to the younger.

"Sit down, now." Leeknow says standing up and dropping his chopsticks.

"Your only 19, I get your all 'grown' BUT your still so young. You're an idol. An idol!" Chan's hand smashes against the table making her jump in her sit.

"Okay then if you think I'm an adult I should be able to smoke or drink or-"

"Are you out of your mind momo?" He snapped back at her, "Do you know what it does to you?"

"But Chan-"

"Quit Or I'll make you quit," was all Chan said before he stormed out the room leaving her with the boys who looked very disappointed.

"I get it, you don't have to look at me like I'm some monster," she wiped her tears with her sleeve to clean the tears that run down her cheeks.

"I just don't have words for you right now, your irresponsible, selfish and careless," Leeknow's words were harsh. So harsh that even Hyunjin cringed and felt bad.

"Then kick me out the band if it's such a big deal," was all she said before she got up and run out the room down the hallway past Chan who was standing by the doors while a manger tried to calm him down and out the stadium. It was cold and she had left all her stuff inside so she was forced to run down the busy streets of New York, freezing.

Chan following after her trying to figure out what was going on.

Her body was shaking from all the tears she cried.

But she continued to run.

She was able to disappear from Chan’s sight. Now Chan was really angry and worried. He'd lost his youngest in the busy streets of New York. She was new to the city and she was an idol. Anything could go wrong. Anything could go extremely wrong.

His heart was beating out of his chest. He grabbed his phone out of his picked rushing to call his manager then leeknow and the boys.

He found himself back in the changing rooms surrounded by everyone. Trying to calm him down.

"I'll go back to the hotel just in case she's back there," Felix assured Chan while he packed up his stuff.

"I'll come with you Lix," Hyunjin grabbed his bag aswell making sure to grab her stuff from the ground. He opened to make sure all her stuff was inside but the site wasn't pretty at all.

Underneath everything he saw 4 more packs of cigarettes causing him to gasp horrendously.

"What? What is it?" Bangchan's neck snapped to his direction. Hyunjin had no words so he just passed the bag to Chan who was now terrified.

"Is she addicted?" Was all he asked before handing the bag to leeknow who was curious aswell.

Chan's hands run through his hair as he was thinking of all the possible ways he could find her in the whole of New York City. He felt guilt. He felt like if he had maybe approached this in a nicer way they could have worked through it but now his anger was just blinding him.

"Okay, police were informed and we're about to go driving around to see if we can somehow spot her," their manager tells them (he was also panicking low key but he didn’t want them knowing) , "do you guys want to join?"

"I'll come with you," Leeknow says quickly.

His hands were shaking and he felt so much guilt aswell. If anything happened to Y/n it would be all his fault and he wouldn't forgive himself.

"Same Hyung," Han jumps in.

They all grabbed their bags and the three (Han, Leeknow and Chan) quickly rushed out right behind their manager.

The rest of the boys cleaned up and quickly left to go to the hotel hoping to find her there safe and sound.

It took 5 hours. 5 hours before Felix had decided to go to the cafe by the hotel to grab drinks for everyone and he had found her sat in a coffee shop, she was shivering and cold but Felix didn’t care because he was angry and Felix was never angry. Without hesitation, Felix dragged her out and back to the hotel even if she was kicking and screaming. He didn’t care. At all. He ignored her pleas and cries.

The lecture she got from Chan and all of them was hot and mean and ruthless but at the end of the day they gave her a choice to either quit or go to rehab but she chose to quit. She “promised” them.

After an hour of grilling her for answers she finally had admitted to everything that was going on and how she felt and how she was battling her own self.

Chan was beating himself up for not noticing and Leeknow was beating himself up for not being there for her.

She was so vulnerable. They all knew her secrets and her problems. She felt like a show everyone was just watching and waiting to break.

6:20, Japan

The first time the boys had noticed her odd behavior was starting up again, was when they had a sign meet and a concert right after. She hadn’t been able to go for a smoke in hours, her body was now trembling and she was sweating a lot. She could barely get through anything and nausea started to grow string in the pit of her stomach.

“Hey, you okay? You kinda look pale love,” Han was sat next to her getting his makeup done and so was she. He had notice she was fidgeting a lot in the chair. Her eyes were red too.

“Yeah just really tired,” she lied and gulped down thick saliva trying to get rid of the nausea but it completely failed.

“I think I’m going to be sick-“ she got up from the chair and run through the corridors to find the bathroom and once she did she through up, but it was good it was just mucus. Her head was thumping and her throat ached.

A hurried knock made her stand up and flush before she opened the door and collapsed in Han’s hands. He was worried for his younger and now he had to curry her to the rooms.

“Hey, stay with me okay? Don’t close your eyes,” he softly said while he blew air into her face to keep her cool.

When he had walked in and found leeknow sat on their changing room couch he let out a sigh of relief.

“Leeknow help me please! It’s Y/n,” he said panicked. Without hesitation leeknow stood up quickly and took her from Hans hands and put her on the couch to lay down.

Han had run down the corridor to get medics as leeknow woke her up from her faint state.

“Momo? Can you hear me? It’s leeknow,” a soft groan left her lips.

“Would you like some water?” She nodded her head and leeknow was on it. He got on one knee and started to feed her small sips of water.

“Tell me what hurts,” he softly said and played with her hair to calm her down.

“Everything,” she softly said and it aches Leeknow’s hurt.

Y/n knew the only way for her to get out of this state was to smoke but how?

“Leeknow, I- I need to use the bathroom,” she groaned and held her hand against her head.

“If you need to puke i’ll get you a bucket love,” he assured her. He didn’t want her waking and being left alone right now. He wouldn’t allow it.

“I need to pee,”

“Okay can you wait until the medics are here?” And right on cue the door opens and a frantic Han walks into the room with a few people behind him. Then Chan and Hyunjin walked in right behind.

“What happened Y/n?” Chan asked straight away and knelt beside her while he rubbed her hands.

“I don’t know Oppa, I was just not feeling the best,”

“You should have told me my love,” he softly said as he watched the medical team examine her.

“I thought it wasn’t this bad,”

“Now you see what it has done,” Hyunjin joint the conversation. “Look how tired you look, have you eaten anything all day?” He asked her.

“I had the lunch Changbin braught me,”

“So if we called Changbin right now he would agree?” Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms. Disappointed.

“No-“

“How bad is it?” Chan asked the man in uniform.

“Not bad, she’s just really dehydrated. We’ll fix an IV on her arm and she’ll be good to go, also may I speak to you outside in the corridor,” Leeknow looks at Chan worried and they exchanged the same expression before Chan head out with the guy.

“I need to pee really bad,” Y/n whines and complains.

“Okay you can go, I’ll come with you,” the lady medic says and slowly guides her to the bathroom. Y/n grabs her lighter and cig and started to smoke it. The feelings make her body slowly awaken and then gain energy. She smoked one more just incase and then washed her hands and made her way back to the last medic.

She was able to walk on her own but just to make it not look suspicious she held onto her and then finally she sat on the couch and got the iv in her arm.

Chan was back in the room and he was examining her. Trying to look for something and once it caught his eye he looked over at the rest of the boys nodding and they all just stare at eachother.

They knew. They knew she was smoking again and it hurt Chan for what was about to come was not going to be pretty.

10:55, south Korea

The paparazzi lights started to increase when She stood up in the podium. Her eyes were red and she had eyebags from the lack of sleep she was getting.

Her hands shook as she grabbed the microphone. The boys stood right behind her. Their head looking at the ground trying to avoid her shaking body.

"Goodmorning, my name is Y/n Y/l/n and I'm a member of strays kids. I didn't want this to happen. Trust me I didn't,"

She took a deep breath looking at the manager that were sat in the front raw. Judging her and giving her a disgusted look.

A sob Left her mouth and she put the microphone down. Trying to get herself together before she spoke again.

"To all the stays out there, I want to say I love you and I hope you guys can forgive me for this. I will be going on haitus for a while," the room is filled with gasps as the flashlights now increase even more.

"I pray that if I do come back I will be better and stronger for you guys and that I will make my group and team proud. Thank you for loving me and i hope to see you guys soon," she bowed before taking a step back and wiping her tears.

The boys all stood around her to hide her body from the camera. Han rubbing her back and whispering something in her ear.

She didn't care though, she was upset. She was so upset with herself but she still managed to blame the boys. Her reasoning? Because she felt like they were giving her up and sending her away.

"Alright, are you all packed?" Their manager stood outside her room.

"Yeah" she softly said rolling her bag out and handing it to the older man.

"Alright the boys are down stairs if you want to say bye, I'll be waiting in the car," he nodded and left her to close her room and head down the steps to her band mates.

They all looked upset, there was no lie there. There were all stood by the door giving her a sympathetic smile.

"I'm going to miss you," Chan steps up and pulls her into a hug. She didn't want it though. She shrugged it off and stood there looking at him with teary eyes.

"Chan please don't do this,"

"You know I want was best for you-"

"But Chan I'll change I promise just give me a chance,"

His eyes were soft and filled with tears. Guilt was eating him up. He so badly wanted not to send her away but he didn't have a choice.

"I'm sorry," the sound of a honk interrupts them and she knew it was time for her to go.

“I hate you,” she sobbed. That was the last thing she said to him and without looking back she left the dorms. Hoping that somehow she would make it out alive.

Breaking news, strays kids maknae Y/N Y/N/L and group manager in have been left in critical condition after a fatal car crash. Was it a set up?

I’m not doing a part two🙈

#skz imagines #skz comfort #skz x reader #skz angst #skz drabbles #skz fluff #skz stay #skz x y/n #skz x you #stray kids drabbles #stray kids as boyfriend material #straykids x reader #stray kids angst #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x y/n #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #straykids

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tomhockstetter7-111 · 4 months ago

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Highest Form of Empathy - Chapter 5

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Logan x empath!reader

It's a blessing and a curse, feeling other's pain. More so when you can take it away, albeit at the expense of your own peace. One-night stands were a usual for you. That's all this was supposed to be. But, seeing someone in so much pain, you couldn't leave him like that. You just couldn't. Besides, it's not like you'd ever see him again.....

Chapter CW: N/A

Masterlist

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Mid - January, 2006

Westchester, New York

“First,” Your attention snaps to Charles when he speaks, beginning your first training session. “We need to gauge how strong your powers are.” Charles seems to notice how your heart drops and rushes to reassure you. “I’m only taking a look at your mutation. Any memories or personal information will stay firmly behind a door.”

You sigh before giving a cautious nod and leaning forward, his hands coming to meet the temples of your forehead. When he looks into your brain, it’s not a comfortable sensation. You can’t help but wince as ghostly hands reach into the crevices of your mind before they find what they came for, and you ball your hands into fists in an effort to ignore your brain's screams at the strange and foreign feeling.

“Ok, then, my dear.” He pulls away, sitting back in his chair. “It would seem we have a lot more to work with than we thought.”

“Is that…bad?” You raise an eyebrow.

“No! On the contrary. I believe you’re capable of more than you think. With enough practice, you may be able to look into the heads of those across the mansion if you like. But, we’ll start simple, for now.” He straightens a little, giving a cheeky smile. “How about you take a look into my head?”

“Alright…” It seems easy enough. You focus your attention on his forehead, avoiding any possible awkward eye-contact. You make your move and…nothing. Furrowing your brow, you try again. But, it’s like you hit some glass wall everytime you think you’re getting somewhere. This is proving to be more difficult than you imagined.

After what feels like hours, probably just five or ten minutes in reality, of trying to break through his barriers, you slouch back in your seat with a huff, crossing your arms. "How exactly is this supposed to help? Why aren’t I starting with someone more my speed?"

"My dear, I am the only other person within reach who has similar abilities," he explains. "Boxers are trained by former boxers. Ballet dancers are trained by former dancers. It only makes sense you would train with another psychic, no? Especially when what you need is to learn how to turn your abilities on like a dial." He creates a circular motion with his hand, like changing a stereo's volume. "Do you think weightlifters can only choose zero or three hundred pounds?"

“Hard to do that when you block me out like that,” you bite back.

“You and I both know you can do better than that. We've discussed before about how you don't use your powers to their full extent, and I'm sure you have good reason. But, in order to find the spaces in between, we first need to…”

Your mouth twitches, and you zone out as he explains whatever he feels is so necessary. This feels stupid. The least he could do is humor you. Accessing the “full extent”, as he calls it, isn’t terribly appealing. Your eyes are drawn to the shape of his face as he talks, and you watch the movement of his muscles as they arc around his mouth and eyes. You can’t help but notice the right side seems more expressive than the other—

You refocus your vision when you notice he's calling your name.

"You do know how your mutation works, right?"

You sigh tiredly and avert your gaze to the window. "Sorta?"

“Tell me, then.”

He’s testing you. You know that. Hell, he probably knows the ins and outs of your abilities better than you do after poking around your mind like that. Still, you figure it can’t hurt to say what you know. "Emotions are nothing but brain functions and neurons firing. I can manipulate those. I don’t like to do it. Not really. But, if I do, I prefer doing it to make people feel certain emotions, preferably good ones. I can't say I know how the transfer itself really works or why I have to sacrifice my own feelings in order to give them to someone else. I just know it’s a temporary fix and better not to do it too often." Your tone of voice turns bitter when you remember those nights in college after your roommate's breakup. Coincidentally, you had just learned you could manipulate people's emotions and thought you might help her — stupid kid you were, testing your power's limits on some poor girl. It didn’t go well. Not at all.

“If we keep working together, I may be able to decipher why it’s an exchange and not just a transfer. Perhaps we could minimize damage.”

“Right.” You clear your throat. "Usually I need physical contact to make it work. Usually. Doing it without physical contact is harder and takes more effort. It’s also just more strenuous in general. But, if I’m having a bad day I..." You trail off. You still see that night with the man all those years ago. The one time you didn’t keep your own feelings in check. You just wanted to go home after some abysmal frat party. And, he just wouldn’t go away. You quickly shut down the thought before Charles sees, assuming he meant it when he said he wouldn’t see your memories. Hopefully, he didn't see.

"Emotions are a powerful thing for all mutants,” he says. “But, for psychic types especially so. Keeping a handle on those is important, but pushing everything down will do more harm. That comes from fear, and fear is a very dangerous thing."

"Is that what happened to Jean?"

"Jean was a very different, very special case."

"How so?" You turn your attention back to him. He hesitates as he looks down. Since your arrival, all you had heard of was this mysterious Jean, but you still know nothing about her. You can’t place why it bothers you so much. Maybe you just feel left out. Hell, maybe you’re just jealous of that type of power. “Who was she?”

Charles sighs. "Jean came to us very young. My colleague, Erik Lehnsherr, and I practically raised her ourselves. Erik is now Magneto…but, I digress. Jean proved to be a source of unchecked power heavily activated by joy, rage, and pain. She was the only class five mutant I ever met, able to tear particles apart one by one if she desired. She could communicate telepathically, retrieve lost memories, make herself fly or walk on air…” He chuckles at that thought. “She was truly a marvel to behold. But, the older she got, the less controlled she was, and the more she came to fear herself. This led to me sealing her powers away, as I mentioned before."

"And...?"

"After that," he continues. "She became a valuable asset to the team. Much like you, she could feel the emotions of others. This led her to care deeply for those around her. She always looked after the students and her fellow team members, Scott especially. She fought for the rights of mutants everywhere, and she was even able to attain a doctorate in medical studies. In the end, she even sacrificed herself to save us."

"I see.” You’re coming to understand just how alike the two of you might be. Hell, if you were still twelve, you’d assume she was a long-lost sister or something. “Were her and Logan close?" You blurt the question out. You're not sure why, but you feel a strong desire to know. You look up as Charles chuckles and you feel your body heat up.

"Not my place to discuss," he says. "What I will say is that you also need to learn not to be afraid of your power. Fear is dangerous,” he repeats. “Fear will be the cause of harm. Not you.”

“Right.”

“Now then, we have a half hour left of our session. Shall we continue?"

You plop down onto your bed and stare up at the ceiling fan. What a fucking day.

Your meeting with Logan from earlier today begins polluting your mind the second your head hits the pillow. Fuck! He’s about to be both your coworker and your trainer. You’re not gonna be able to escape him. A cloud hovers over your head as you think on what to do. There has to be something, right? But, what could you possibly say or do to fix the situation when you don’t even know how you caused it?

Pulling your pillow close, you curl into a ball around it and stare out the window. You say a silent prayer to whoever's listening that you're able to sleep soundly tonight, no visions of your past and the things that could've been...or should've been. And please no visions of your life fuck ups now that a new one’s been added to the roster. In the reflection you see your leather jacket hanging on the coat rack by the door. Closing your eyes, you can still see it around his shoulders.

His smile shines brightly at you as the orcas put on a show for the onlookers of the boat. He handed you his polaroid and you took it in your small nine-year-old hands, trying to get a clear shot of one of them sticking its head out of the water. It was smaller, probably a calf. You watched with bated breath as the picture slid out the slot before you grabbed it by the white edge and held it to the sun, just like he taught you.

"Nice shot, hon," he said when the picture came out clear. The orca was completely centered. "We'll get you on the front page of Nat Geo soon enough."

You smiled at his encouraging words, chest swelling with pride, as the wind blew through your ponytail and worked to relieve the heat of the sun beating down on your forehead.

"Do you think mommy will come with us next time?"

"I don't think so, hon. Mommy gets seasick. Might just have to be a you and me thing." His eyes look off into the distance briefly before turning back to you. "That's fine, though. Weirdos need weirdos to hang out with. I'll be yours if you be mine. Deal?" He holds his pinky out to you. You link it with yours with a smirk.

"Deal."

You're half asleep when you hear it. A loud grunting.

Prying your eyes open, you prop yourself up on your elbows as you look around. The sound is coming from your right, presumably another room. There's a palpable feeling of terror in the air. Someone's having a nightmare, a bad one, too.

Throwing your covers back, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and make your way to the door before creaking it open. You peak your head through the door and into the corridor, turning towards the source of the sound. The room sits just a few doors down from you.

You pad your way down the hall, leaving your door ajar. The closer you get to the sound, the dizzier and lighter your head feels on your shoulders, and the muscles of your ribcage tense. The grunting, the smell of old wood, what little light streams through the windows, everything seems to get clearer. All senses are on high alert. Whoever is on the other side is truly terrified. You know that much.

Leaning against the door for stability, you furrow your brows with worry as you look up around the door and find the metal plaque just at eye level.

James Logan Howlett.

Of course, it's Logan. You shouldn't be surprised. The guy was clearly going through hell the first time you met. But, somehow, you didn't expect it to be so bad it invaded his dreams. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lift your hand to the doorknob and give it a twist.

"I wouldn't."

Surprised, you yank your hand away from the door and step back as it creaks open. To your right, Remy stands half outside the next room over in loose boxers and a t-shirt. An exhausted look accompanies his face as he goes to shut the door again. "Is he ok?" You ask, treading cautiously.

"Logan has nightmares," he says. "Been that way since he got here," he brings a hand to rub his face. "Least that's what I heard."

You turn your head to the door again as Logan quietly yelps from the other side, some word you can't quite make out. The more you stare at the door the louder he seems to get, and the more you feel your chest clench at the visions he experiences in his unconscious state. "Does this happen often?"

"Damn near every night. But, he’s never been this loud before. Maybe something happened," he shrugs. Shit. Is this your fault? Remy goes to stand between you and the door. "He'll quiet down, though. Best to leave him be." He tries to sound reassuring, but you know better. Still, he takes a step closer.

"What if I don't?" You shoot him a glare, but he doesn't meet your eyes, instead glaring at the door with an unreadable gaze. "Remy!"

He sighs in defeat. "First and last person to try nearly got herself killed. No one tried since." His explanation is short and, frankly, unsatisfying. But, you acquiesce, anyway, taking a slow step backwards. He holds out an arm before repeating himself, "He'll quiet down, cher."

You press your lips together as you hesitantly take his arm and let him lead you back to your room, occasionally glancing back at Logan's door.

"Get some rest," Remy says.

You watch him stride down the hall and turn into his room before disappearing behind your own door. Pressing your back to it, you take a big, deep breath before going back to bed and trying to settle in. But, you can't. Not when you can still hear him. Not when you can still feel him.

You sit in the kitchen staring blankly at your coffee as your vision blurs. The sun makes its way over the horizon in front of you. Remy said Logan would quiet down last night. He did, eventually...at two in the morning. How anyone in this damn house ever slept peacefully with that is beyond you.

A chair scrapes against the floor behind you, and you flinch. Turning around you see Logan at a bar stool by the counter. He sits there in a tight, white shirt with his back to you, water glass beside him. And, you can't help but notice how broad his back is from this angle. You watch, mesmerized, as it expands with each breath and clench your jaw to force down a smile as your mind wanders back to that night and how your nails dug stripes into his shoulders. You still remember the way it felt, however brief it was, and you feel your body go hot. Your pulse hammers in your arms and head, and you feel the muscles in your legs tense with a need to be pressed together.

"Keep starin' and your coffee's gonna get cold."

You return to face the window as he's turning to look at you. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, now, and you bounce your leg at the awkward situation. You hear him quietly sniff behind you a few times before inhaling sharply.

"Long night or are ya just happy to see me…?"

You whip back around at the accusation. "What?"

"I can smell it. You do know that, right?" He glances down at your legs, but you shoot him look of mock confusion in response. "If you want me to fuck your brains out, again, it'll cost ya this time, doll." He gives a shit eating grin. You can't help but cringe.

"You fucking wish," you mutter under your breath, averting your eyes. He snickers in response. How the hell is this the same person Rogue had described to you? You scrunch up your nose and blurt something out, desperate for a subject change. "The hell are you here for anyway? Other than being a gross pain in the ass?"

He shifts his body so he's more leaning against the counter, long legs stretched out and hitting the floor. You fight, harder than you care to admit, to keep your eyes on his face. "History teacher."

"Really?" You scoff. "Charles made you sound like a glorified sub."

"Well..." He takes his water in his hand and sips it before elaborating. "When you suddenly remember you saw the last two centuries firsthand, some think that's worth a promotion, don't ya think?" He cocks an eyebrow at you, accentuating his point, and your face falls. You did that. How? You still can’t figure it out. But, just knowing it’s your fault, and he’s so, so not ok because of it…

The weight of the situation, the lingering tension from yesterday, his nightmare last night, and now this, all of it settles on your shoulders. You grumble a response and grab your coffee, walking out of the dining room before making a beeline for your office. You can still feel his glare on your back as you disappear behind the door. Somehow, putting away and dealing with it later doesn’t seem like it’ll work for this situation.

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Free Falling

Chapter Five

3k/ (eventual) husband!joel x f!reader /minors dni ‘I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel’

Summary: you take the leap to leave your stagnant relationship, and end up falling into the arms of a man who will give you the life you always dreamed of.

Content: age gap (reader is mid-late 20s, Joel is late 30s-mid 40s), angst,smut, fluff, oc(reader’s ex-boyfriend and friends/family), mention of reader grieving loss of her dad, swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption, lovely lovely baby boy Joel, reader is a sweetheart, lil time hop, planning Joel’s birthday bash

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‘I just don’t get it, what is the catch?’ Jessie asked with a mouthful of bagel.

‘Girl I don’t know he’s literally perfect. Keep your eyes peeled for red flags tonight.’

‘Aww you deserve to be happy. I might make up some red flags so I can him for my self’ Jessie giggled.

You cackled at her, and you both sipped in unison on your vanilla lattes.

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After about 10 different shops had wiped your bank account, you dropped Jessie home and got Joel’s presents, decorations and party food and drink in the house in only four trips to the car.

How was it possible to take 5 hours out shopping for one person? Well, you were extremely last minute, and also extremely extra.

It was only 3pm, so you put the food and drink out in the fridge in the summerhouse and applied a dissolvable sheet mask whilst you took a quick cat nap.

The girls were arriving at 5:30pm to help you set up, so you could take the pressure off yourself and enjoy getting ready.

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You started to stir as your phone buzzed.

Incoming Call:

Joel😻😻

‘Morning baby’ you chuckled.

‘Someone sounds busy’ he tutted.

‘You don’t even know the half of it, asshole’ you sighed.

‘Naw I appreciate you my gorgeous girl. I was just gonna ask, it’s limes with tequila ain’t it and strawberries with champagne?’ He almost seemed too shy to ask.

‘Now I knew you had learned a useful thing or two from me.’

‘You’re not entirely useless. I’ll let you get ready pretty, I’m so excited to see you.’

‘I love you’ you told each other, and you hung up the phone to start your makeup.

You opted for a matte lip with the liner a slightly darker shade of brown, your favourite baby pink blush and the lashes Tommy always said would carry you away if you got caught in strong winds.The rollers were out, and your hair bounced with every step- it was well worth the ridicule Joel gave for stepping out in public with them in.

For the special birthday boy, you opted for a black mini skirt, thigh high boots and a plain white tee body suit. Very Rachel Green of you. A lace matching set was underneath, and you were saturated in cocoa butter and Prada Paradoxe.

The girls arrived perfectly on time and you greeted them through the door with the sounds of Lauryn Hill and plied them with cocktails straight away.

The first port of call was dressing up the summer house. There was no particular theme so you decided on black and gold. A ballon arch adorned the worn French Doors, and the fairy lights fitted by Joel perfectly complement them. A table was put out with food that Lottie had kindly arranged following your flustered mother dropping hundreds of dollars worth of Costco food and drink round, and Rhea had brought ice buckets for the insane amount of alcohol that you had gathered.

Bunches of balloons were tied to the front door, and you had decided to make a photo wall, filled with photos of you and Joel, Joel as a child with his brother and then some gems of Joel with your Auntie and Uncle from years ago.

The time had flown by, and people had started to arrive slightly early, eagerly waiting to see your brilliant hosting skills in person, and to also make the most of the free bar and buffet.

Your twin sisters arrived, they were only young but were always at every family function, even if it was meant to be adults only. ‘Where’s Mom?’ You asked, so confused as to how they just materialised down the garden path, like that scene from the Shining.

‘Talking to the taxi driver’ they giggled in unison.

‘You’ve got to get it where you can I guess’ Jessie laughed as she appeared next to you. This was swiftly met by an elbow to the ribs and an ‘ignore her’ to your sisters.

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A familiar sound of soft rock and Joel’s laughter floated through the air. You felt giddy and nervous and ran into Joel’s arms as him and Tommy came through the garden gate.

‘Happy Birthday Baby’ you whispered into his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he lifted you and spun you around. He made sure you were facing your family and your back was out of sight, and he slipped a hand up your skirt and held a handful of your ass. He grunted softly, and kissed your neck.

‘I love it. I love the fact I have a birthday weekend when my birthday isn’t until Tuesday.And I love you. You are perfect.’

You felt flustered and the butterflies doubled. You tried to steady yourself, and gave him the look to say, I can’t wait to get you alone.

Tommy gave you a cuddle and brought you a refilled glass of champagne whilst giving a toast to all you had done.

‘Here’s our guest of honour’ Uncle Rufus appeared and said hello to you both. Clara kissed your cheek and gave you a tight squeeze as always.

‘Well look at the gorgeous couple, gosh you make me sick!’ She teased. Joel pulled you in tight and kissed your head.

‘Not bad going right? Imagine the babies we’d make’ Joel sipped his beer.

You froze like a deer in headlights. Scared but excited, wishing you could stay in this moment forever but also fast forward ten years to turn these dreams into life.

‘They’d be pretty cute, I have to admit’ you felt yourself blushing and broke the awkwardness by going to get everyone a drink.

‘Secret shot?’ Rhea asked.

‘He mentioned babies’ you whispered.

Rhea stopped dead in the middle of cutting a lime wedge, before bursting into a fit of giggles and squeals.

You invited Jessie and Lottie over for a three part tequila shot, and noticed Joel staring in adoration out the corner of your eye. He never let you too far out of his gaze, and never let that gaze drop when you were in his sights.

The night passed with good music, good company, plenty of questions about Joel and how he’s treating you. The heels had been swapped for slippers or sliders, and the alcohol had diminished somewhat, although not from everyone’s blood streams.

It was almost midnight and your mom had to leave to get the girls back to bed. She kissed Joel goodbye and asked if you’d need help tomorrow cleaning up. The playlist had changed to a playlist made of Joel and your favourite songs, gentle and slow, and everyone had seemed to settle down, nursing their last drinks and having deep conversations with each other.

Joel held your hand and you slow-danced in a corner. Your head rested on his chest, and he rested his head on top of yours. A rough, workman’s hand held a tiny hand within his, and his fingers caressed every outline of yours. You swayed softly, praying this moment never ended.

‘And then I looked up at the sun and I could see

Oh, the way that gravity pulls on you and me’

He ran his fingers up your back and wrapped your curls up and around in his fist. He gently pulled your head away to look at him and kissed you.

Tommy abruptly brought you both back to Earth with a party popper and a change of song from meaningful and delicate, to the sound of whatever cheesy 80s song he switched to.

‘Lovetime’s over Mr and Mrs’ Tommy slurred. ‘Time for the Millers to show you ladies how we move.’

The girls cuddled up to you as you all took a seat on the garden swing, watching Joel, Tommy, Uncle Rufus and their dorky friends all take a shot of tequila and take to the dancefloor. Everyone was in fits of laughter and you and the girls joined the men in their cringe-fest.

This was bliss. The girls couldn’t resist Tommy’s charm, as he draped his arms over all three of your bestfriends. You threw fake evils at Tommy and he raised his glass to you, which you met with a wink. Your glass was empty, so you stumbled over to the bar and topped your glass up with a triple measure of Malibu and lemonade.

‘I love you but you disgust me’ Joel grabbed your hips and mocked you again for your drink choice.

‘It tastes like cream soda, asshole.’ You laughed at him through a kiss, lips pressed to one another.

‘Classless.’ Joel smacked your ass and lit a cigarette. You swatted him off and drank your drink a bit too quickly. Somehow, everyone had hit a peak again and the party showed no signs of stopping. Until, you caught sight of Jess hunched over a plant pot, spewing up her mixed drinks.

You and Joel exchanged looks and he knew that was his sign to start herding the drunk and disorderly while you get the girls guest room sorted.

‘Come on babygirl, let’s get you sobered up’ you stroked Jess’ back and supported her on the venture upstairs.

Joel said his goodbyes on your behalf, while you helped Jess take her makeup off and let her, Lottie and Rhea get snuggled up in bed and sleep off the alcohol.

You swept Leo up in your arms, and Joel locked up downstairs and joined you both in bed.

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The cool breeze left a spray of goosebumps over your bare leg which was exposed from the duvet. You searched to snuggle up to Joel, who was nowhere to be found.

You braced yourself to get up out of bed, before being struck down by the nausea and pounding headache. You laid back down, then sprinted to the bathroom.

Rhea slowly opened the guest bedroom door and you locked eyes, giving eachother the same ‘I’m never drinking again’ look.

She came and sat on the cold bathroom floor with you, and you rested your head on her shoulder and fake sobbed.

‘Have you seen Joel?’ You asked.

‘Girl I don’t know what planet I’m on, let alone know what planet everyone else is on’

You nodded in acknowledgement then went and sprawled out on the bedroom floor, where you and your friends sat in silence.

‘Uhhh ladies’ Joel knocked on the door and smirked.

You all turned in unison to face him.

‘Downstairs is clean and tidy’ Joel winked at you and smiled. The girls cooed and you laughed and hopped up to kiss him.

‘Starbucks?’ You asked the girls.

You went and put on a Juicy tracksuit, Uggs and a pair of oversized sunglasses before standing in the bedroom doorway and nodding to the girls without saying a word. They nodded back and wished you luck.

‘And a Geek Bar please’ shouted Lottie.

‘You’re unhinged, but I’ll join you’ you shouted back.

Joel rolled his eyes and laughed at the hungover state of you. ‘Pathetic,’ he winked, and kissed you goodbye.

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Your friends had gone and it was just you and Joel enjoying your morning.

‘What’s the plan today, baby?’ Joel kissed your forehead as you melted into his chest.

‘Sunday Date Day?’

‘You’re a trooper, hangovers write me off for next four business days’ Joel whistled, surprised at your tenacity through the haze of next day tequila.

‘Let me shower and put some laundry on and we’ll do something cute. You wanna do something fun? Wanna go Taco Bell?’ You winked at Joel.

‘God Karen you’re so stupid’ Joel put on his best feminine accent and popped his hip with a palm to your face.

You squawked in his face, laughing at how well you had trained him. One thing Joel loved about you was your bursts of energy, and how when you were excited, you would just hop around like a puppy and run aimlessly in effort to be productive.

‘I’ll run you a bath, get the washer going and meet me there.’

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You bounced around for fifteen minutes putting laundry on and running the hoover round the house. Joel called your name and you met him in the bathroom. He had lit a candle and almost overflowed the bathtub with bubbles. He was perched on the side with a towel round his waist, and you slowly undressed and got in the tub with him.

He just about fit, he was so broad and tall. You layed back on his chest, and he drew circles on your stomach and placed kisses on your collarbone.

‘Relaxed?’ Joel whispered.

The vanilla scented bubbles lapped at your chin, and you turned to face Joel, laying awkwardly on your stomach. You kissed him deeply as his hands explored your back.

He grew hard beneath your stomach, and he readjusted himself, as you slithered up towards him, and propped your knees either side of his hips. The bathroom was almost silent, except for the drips of condensation falling from the mirror to the sink, and the splashes of water that echoed rhythmically with Joel’s soft moans. Your reached under yourself and positioned Joel’s cock so you could slowly slide down onto it and take in every inch of him. He placed his hands either side, and behind of, your neck to support you while you leaned your head back in pleasure. His fingers tangled in your hair, and he pressed his palms into the nape of your neck, trying to find a way to cope with the overwhelming feeling of your body grinding against him. His fingers circled the spot on your clit and he watched you with his mouth open in awe, as your skin glistened with sweat and body oil when you writhed and orgasmed.

Your pace quickened, as he pulled your hair back with one hand, firmer and forcefully. He held your wrists behind your back with his other hand as he finished inside you.

‘Worth the bad back tomorrow?’ You winked.

‘Always’ he exhaled into your neck and kissed you. You pulled the plug and both stood up, rinsing off under the shower head.

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1pm rolled around, and you both decided to walk down to the farmer’s market and spend your Sunday eating and drinking before a cinema date tonight.

You picked a bench in the back corner, in the autumn sun, wrapped up in a hoodie, leggings and a Lakers cap. Joel made a stupid joke and you both giggled like school children. Joel cleared his throat and stopped laughing as you carried on adding to the joke. You looked up at him as he stopped, and the noticed a figure imposing a shadow over your table, and blocking your sunlight.

The waft of Sauvage turned your stomach, and your throat went dry as James and a 5ft8 copper haired girl stood opposite you and Joel.

‘Joel, this is James.’ You croaked.

He looked at you confused, and you widened your eyes and gestured as if to say, how obvious can I make it?

He shook his head to snap back to reality.

‘Broken wall guy?’ Joel stood up to shake his hand and James unwillingly accepted. You noticed Joel’s knuckles go white, clearly proving a point, or getting a kick out of making James squirm.

‘I’m Lexi’ the girl chirped, stepping around the bench to give you a cuddle. You took a step up and kissed her on the cheek instead.

James looked to the floor, and you stared him down.

‘Cute. Special occassion?’ You asked.

‘6 month anniversary’ Lexi giggled and pulled James close.

‘Now, if my maths is correct..’ Joel trailed off and sat back down. You elbowed him in the ribs, and James went red. The smile dropped off Lexi’s face, and her and James walked off mid sentence.

You couldn’t help but look at Joel and you both erupted into laughter. This was closure for you, if it hadn’t already been 100%. Piece of shit. You kissed Joel, and he took your hand in his and rested on your thigh.

He ordered another beer and you sipped a red wine. ‘God, I love you.’ He said, ‘I just want to love you and look after you for the rest of my life.’

‘That can be arranged’ you winked, and gestured to your empty ring finger.

He swiped his finger across your manicured finger, ‘Before or after babies?’

‘We can have all the babies’ you winked, eyes twinkling as your heart skipped a beat.

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‘Remind me never to take you to the cinema again’ Joel huffed as you turned the key in the lock and walked through the door.

‘Yeah I’m not having it. Half an hour of trailers then over two hours of film. A girl simply cannot hold in almost a litre of soda for that long’ you justified.

‘Self control. You’re toilet trained by now, no?’ Joel quipped.

‘Rude. So rude.’ You kicked your leg back, and threatened to shut the door in his face.

He grabbed a handful of your ass as you turned away.

‘Dinner?’ You asked.

‘No thanks, I’m trying to quit.’

‘You can’t say that to everything someone offers you. The bit isn’t working anymore’ you rolled your eyes.

‘Jeez not even a fake laugh for the birthday boy’ Joel kicked back in the sofa and rested Leo over his shoulder.

‘Don’t guilt trip me. I find the joke endearing, let me correct myself.’

‘Apology accepted.’

‘Tell me why I shouldn’t poison your food.’

You had your back to him, stood at the sink washing vegetables for dinner. He took his chance to jump and run through the doors that connected your living room and kitchen. He grabbed your hips and performed an obscene gesture, that you secretly loved.

‘That is why’ Joel pulled you in and kissed your neck.

‘You’re a menace’ you reached over your shoulder and flicked him with water, although a cold shower would be more appropriate. The man was insatiable.

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Rhododendron

Pairing: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Will eventually be 18+/NSFW and feature blood, p-in-v smut, allusions to cannibalism, it's set in a funeral home mostly. This chapter is very tame, though.

Notes: Thank you to the ever talented @throughwoodsanddirt for reading through this and essentially giving me the plotline for the entire fic. Scout, you're the only functioning brain cell in my head.

Synopsis: After moving to the big city, you find your 9 to 5 just isn't cutting it. With bills and overdraft fees stacking up, you decide to apply for a second job - Namely, a door greeter position posted by a mysterious "J. Karlsson." It's good money, even if Mr. Karlsson is a bit... Eccentric.

Chapter One: First Blush

A cumulative list of things you were warned about when you moved to the city:

Traffic

Parking

The cost of living

A list of things you underestimated when you moved to the city:

Traffic

Parking

The cost of living

You went from “Maybe I’ll get a second job!” to “I need another job or I’ll have to sell vital organs for Snowball’s medicine” in the span of about three weeks. $1,600 a month in rent sounded a lot less scary on paper, but getting the overdraft notification from your bank on the second day of the month made shit get very real, very quickly.

Your humble one-bedroom is enough for you to live and function in the world, but the hefty price tag has you second guessing your decisions up until this point. You found yourself spending most of your nights in aforementioned apartment scouring the internet for some kind of job that offered you more than three nickels an hour.

It would help if you had some kind of experience or marketable skill set, but your resume is flimsy despite the string of career paths you’ve attempted to launch in the last five years. Even entry-level positions had lists of requirements you didn’t quite meet, and you were beginning to fall into a familiar pit of despair when a recent posting caught your attention.

Seeing the listing for a receptionist that paid nearly six figures has you scrambling to apply, qualifications be damned. You halt only upon checking the organization’s name.

Karlsson Funeral Home.

Okay, so, a little weird!

It sounds too good to be true: High salary, benefits, pet-friendly lodging available. While the last point is not necessary in your circumstances, it’s nice to know that the person hiring won’t mind if you come in with a few stray cat hairs on your sweater.

It’s not like you’re overly creeped out at the idea of working in a funeral home - Dead people have to go somewhere, you figure. You find yourself hesitating more at the emotional labor of assisting people who have lost their loved ones. Grief can make people behave in ways they’d never behave otherwise, and the idea of being on the frontlines is more than a little daunting.

But the income would be life-changing. You wouldn’t even need to work two jobs; This alone could support your needs, as well as Snowball’s luxurious standard of living.

Gnawing on your lip, you mull it over. You’re getting ahead of yourself by assuming the position will even be offered to you, but you can’t imagine that many people are jumping to work at a funeral home. You’re not entirely sure you are, either.

But the money! Snowball’s eyes seem to plead.

Resolute, you pluck away at the keys to enter your basic information: Name, birthdate, contact information. Attaching your resume takes about 5 minutes longer than it should in thanks to your laptop, a true artifact from your first year of college. You hit the shiny orange “Submit” button quickly, before you can second guess yourself.

Pulling Snowball into your chest, you scratch behind her ears idly while you drift off to thoughts of shared salmon dinners on gold plates.

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Tugging at your Spanx again, you shift around from how they ride up uncomfortably as you step out of your car. They’re a relic from your junior prom, and have remained untouched for the better part of a decade. When you slid into your pencil skirt today, though, you could hear your mother’s voice chastising you for not wearing “proper undergarments,” so on the damned contraption went.

A kid, no older than twenty, takes your keys and whisks your car away to some unseen destination. You barely have time to wonder what the hell is up with that when one of the most well-dressed men you’ve ever seen in your life is haughtily asking for the name on your reservation.

“Oh, um- Karlsson? J. Karlsson.” You manage to sputter nervously.

As you stumble into the waiting area, your eyes wander around the restaurant. This place is nice. Like, nicer than the place you went for your high school graduation with your stepmom’s estranged father who is slowly but surely trying to buy his grandchildren’s love back. That place had baskets of bread out on the table; Bread so fancy you couldn’t even begin to pronounce it. This place is making the experience seem like a quick trip into McDonald’s.

A mammothine archway swallows you whole as you enter the restaurant. The walls are paneled with a dark oak, the wallpaper underneath a navy blue so deep, it’s almost black. Wooden floors are softened by a rug big enough to fill your entire apartment - it’s plush, soft enough that you can feel the cushion even through your shoes. A crystalline chandelier fills the void above you, the lights twinkling as they reflect like shards of glass. The grandeur is making you nervous; You almost don’t hear the maître d' ask you to repeat yourself.

“Uh, K-Karlsson?” You hate that it comes out like a question.

His eyes widen noticeably at your stammering. “Are you sure about that, miss?”

You nod, a touch manic. “Yes, I’m here for an interview. He said the reservation would be under his name…” You trail off, unsure.

Perhaps this was just an elaborate hoax after all. It had been miraculous when you got an email back about the position. You met zero of the qualifications, had virtually no prior experience, and the email response came a meager 4 hours after you submitted your resume.

A copy of which was now clutched in your hands. You printed it on pink paper, deliriously thinking that it would make a lasting impression at 2AM when you decided to rework the entire thing.

Yeah, a lasting impression that you’re a fucking clown, You think bitterly.

The maître d' nods once, a polite smiling spreading across his features. “Of course, miss. My apologies for the delay. Right this way.”

Your twelve dollar Amazon loafers squeak obnoxiously as you follow him through the restaurant. Patrons pause sipping on their (likely egregiously expensive) wine just long enough to glare at you in your fully discounted Old Navy ensemble.

You’re led clear across the dining room, into a smaller, empty backroom. Panic bubbles up in your throat at the privacy of it, and you again wonder if you’ve been bamboozled and will now be made into a lampshade. Maybe hunted for sport? You really can’t afford to die, Snowball needs her vitamins at 7AM sharp. Oh god, what if you’re the main course to a secret society of cannibals-

“I’ll leave you here, miss. The powder rooms are out this door, down the hallway to the left. Enjoy your meal.” The maître d' bows once, eyes flickering to the left of the room briefly before he walks out.

You follow his gaze, and almost sag in relief. A person!

A dimly lit person, just far enough away that you can’t make out the features illuminated by candlelight. You really need this job, if for no other reason than to update your contact lens prescription.

Taking a hesitant step forward, you’re unsure if this is the elusive J. Karlsson who emailed you, or some other disgustingly rich person who hangs out in secluded corners of upscale restaurants. The figure gestures for you to come closer, so you take a couple more steps until you’re standing a few meters away.

“Is dining standing up a regional custom I’m unacquainted with?” The person speaks at last. It’s a man, you realize immediately, because his voice is hot. Accented, velvety, slightly mocking in tone, though you don’t register that at first. It reminds you of the way hot chocolate feels in the middle of winter; You have the strangest urge to roll around in it.

You blink twice, surprised at yourself. Maybe you’re going through a dry spell, but there’s no need to fantasize about rolling around in sexy-hot-chocolate-voices. That’s sad, even by your standards.

“No! Um, we sit. I sit. I just didn’t know- You’re Mr. Karlsson?” You can’t stop yourself from confirming, anxiety getting the best of you. Despite the fact that there is quite literally no one else in here, you still need to verify before you sit down.

“Yes, but you can just call me Joakim.” He picks up a wine glass, taking a small sip before speaking again. “Come sit.”

Your body lurches forward of its own volition, carrying you closer until you can make out his face, upon which your stomach sinks because it’s not fair.

He’s so hot. He’s so hot that you’ll never find solace in Tinder ever again. His hotness is grotesquely unfair when contrasted to your too-small shapewear and stupid pencil skirt that’s making your thighs chafe. You want to ask for his skincare routine, his haircare routine - because how the fuck is his hair cascading over his black turtleneck like some kind of sexy waterfall when your hair just lays limply against your shoulders like normal fucking hair.

Dark eyes survey you from behind a wide-rimmed wine glass, and you fight the urge to sink to your knees before him to bare yourself like a bitch in heat. Instead, you sink into the chair opposite him and immediately start gnawing on your lip nervously.

His eyes dart down to the movement, making you grow insufferably self-conscious. You straighten your shoulders, sitting in the chair properly as your teeth release your lip. This is a job interview, you fucking freak, You hiss internally.

His eyes are at least off of you now, though he looks like he might be fighting back a smile. You pray the sudden mirth is not at your expense.

Before you can panic about what to say, he’s extending a hand out to you. “Joakim Karlsson, my pleasure.”

You’re going to die.

Ink swirls across the knuckles of his hands; You think it might be letters, but you can’t make out what they spell before you’re reaching out to shake his hand firmly, introducing yourself.

His hands are freezing cold, and before you can think it through, you’re blurting: “I used to have way cold hands, too. Iron pills help a lot! Most people don’t even know they’re iron deficient, but it can affect like, one in three adults-”

Your mouth snaps shut at the look of amusement on his face.

He doesn’t want to hire you as a doctor you dumb bitch! Shut up! Your thoughts remind you that this is very much a grown man who can take care of himself and probably knows about iron supplements.

“I’ll have to give them a try.” He offers warmly, hand retreating from yours in a single, fluid motion. You wish you could fight the flutter of pride in your chest at having been helpful, though you know he’s likely just being polite.

Blessedly, a waiter enters the room then, making his way to your table quickly. Silently, he pours you a glass of wine, something red and likely much nicer than the boxes you normally drink. You thank him before he departs with a small nod, then stop yourself halfway to reaching for the glass. This was definitely nicer than anything you could afford, shit. Would you still have to pay for it if you don’t drink it? Likely so, but-

“Please, try it. I’ve already taken care of the bill.” You’ve never needed to be told something twice, so you gingerly grasp the glass and take a tentative sip. It’s infinitely better than the Franzia you have at home. Wondering if he’s drinking the same thing, your eyes peer into his glass curiously.

You fail at subtlety, because then he’s saying, “It’s a different blend. Fresher.”

You don’t know shit about wine, but you nod like you understand what that means. Probably that it’s more expensive, but who are you to judge! He’s obviously loaded, so he must work very hard. You’re sure whatever he paid for your measly glass was pocket change in comparison to his tastes. Truthfully, you’re thankful; You remember hearing that wine just gets nastier the more expensive the price tag grows.

Your train of thought ends abruptly when he leans forward, elbows bent for his face to rest on the backs of his hands. Eyes locking with yours, he begins, “You applied for the front desk position.”

Somehow, you remember to nod.

His mouth twitches into a smile for a fraction of a second, but he continues. “Do you have a resume with you?”

You nod again, brilliantly. He gives you a meaningful look, clearly waiting, and you suddenly realize he probably wants to actually see the aforementioned resume.

Scrambling, you hand over the disastrously pink paper, encased in a thin, cheap plastic folder. You do yourself the favor of pretending your hands aren’t shaking with the action.

“Any previous experience in this line of work?” His eyes are on the paper - the fucking pink paper - scanning over your lifetime of skills and accomplishments outlined succinctly in twelve point Times New Roman.

You struggle for words for a moment. “Um, I worked in a secretarial position in college, and then I was in an office for a few years-“

“But not specifically in the realm of funeral homes?” His eyes slide up to yours, too dark, too intense. They hold your gaze for a moment before resuming their perusing.

To your credit, you try very, very hard to not deflate like a sad birthday balloon at the grocery store. You don’t succeed, but the effort is definitely there. “No, sir, not specifically.”

“Nor mortuaries?” He asks it without looking at you, thank God, because then he can’t see the way your eyes widen into saucers.

“M-mortuary?” Comes your feeble reply. You can do dead people as a concept, but the idea of having to help embalm-

“Yes, nothing you’ll need to be hands on with, but it never hurts to check.” He nods, closing your pathetic (PINK!!) resume folder, setting it down next to his wine carefully, as if it’s actually worth something. Then he’s looking at you again, leaning in conspiratorially. “Can we speak candidly?”

You lean forward without thought, desperately wanting to be in on his plot. You know what’s coming next: “Sorry, but you’re completely unqualified, also I can see your cellulite through your Spanx and your skirt, and I hate you.”

You’re bracing yourself for the worst as he continues. “I’m really prioritizing discretion over experience. We both know you don’t necessarily meet the qualifications-” He doesn’t say it rudely, but you still feel yourself deflate further. “- And don’t look so sad, sweetheart, I don’t care that you’ve never been a door greeter at a funeral home. What I do care about is the privacy of my clientele.”

It’s not an outright rejection, so you perk up a bit. You can be private! It’s not like you’ve made many friends here anyways; Everyone at your current job is at least fifteen years older than you. It’s not like college, where you can bond over a shared hatred of algebra at 8AM. You don’t have the faintest idea on how to make friends, so there’s not anyone to spill his or anybody else’s secrets to. Well, besides Snowball. But Snowball is no snitch.

Joakim leans in further, and you completely forget what you were discussing. He smells sexy - How can a person smell sexy? It’s natural, musk and amber and something spicy that you don’t have a word for. Oud? You don’t even know what oud smells like, but it feels luxurious rolling around your mind.

You realize a moment too late that he’s still speaking. “- sign an NDA, just for legal protection for both of us and whoever walks through the front door. I’d love to say I trust you already, but we don’t know each other, so a test run of one month will be conducted. You will be paid for this time, of course, and will receive a severance package should things not work out - but I feel rather hopeful that it will.”

You’re nodding to show that you’re paying very close attention, an empty movement that leaves a delay between his words and your absorption of them. “Wait, so - I’m hired? Conditionally?”

He’s grinning at your realization, canines gleaming in the candlelight. It makes something stir in your gut, but you blink once and the feeling is gone. “Conditionally, yes. A trial, of sorts, just to see how you adjust.”

Nodding again, perhaps more vigorously, you can’t help your own smile. “Yes, yes, I’m super good at adjusting, top of my class in ‘adjustments-’”

Huffing a laugh, he finishes his wine in one gulp. Your eyes are trained on the movement of his throat as he swallows, torn away only by him folding his napkin and placing it on the table.

Following suit, you begin to stand up, but he waves you back down. “Please, stay, eat. I have business to attend to elsewhere, but as I said, the bill has been taken care of.”

You feel your eyes widen. “Oh, no, I can’t accept such a generous-”

“Consider this your first task as my employee, then.” The faintest hint of a smirk dances across his lips as he stands, a waiter materializing with a dark, wool coat for him. “And don’t skip on dessert. Their gâteau au chocolat is… delectable.”

He keeps his eyes trained on you as he finishes the sentence, shrugging on his coat while the waiter hands you a menu. You blink once, twice, before blurting, “How will I get in contact with you?”

It shouldn’t sound desperate, but it most certainly does. The waiter exits without having ever said a word, leaving the two of you alone again.

“I’ll send you the address. Wednesdays are usually slow, so you can come in shortly before one to take over from the morning shift. She’ll train you on everything until I arrive in the evening.” His tone is light, like he’s discussing lunch plans and not the inner going-ons of a funeral home (and, as you recently learned, mortuary!)

You try to match his tone as you nod affirmatively. “Oh, okay, let me write down my phone number for you-”

“No need, I have your contact information, remember?” He picks up your insubstantial (PINKPINKPINK!) resume from the table like it’s worth more than a combined total of $3 and the last 15 years of your life. “The pink was a bold choice, by the way. I like it.”

Your mouth is agape as he finally departs. “Enjoy your meal, get home safely.”

Then he’s gone, silently. You realize how dark the room is without him there to fill the empty space, and take a moment to gather yourself. Excitement stirs in your mind at the thought of what lies beyond the next month, but an apprehensive voice in your head is… hesitant.

You’re not sure where it’s stemming from; Joakim is a little strange, maybe, but aren’t all rich people eccentric? And he seems nice enough, going so far as to pay for your meal at a restaurant so beyond your tax bracket you can’t even pronounce the menu items.

Your stomach rumbles, ending your momentary spiral. Right, food. Apprehension is a full-stomach emotion, not meant to be supported by a single pop tart from 11AM.

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That night, you find yourself sitting on the balcony that convinced you to rent this apartment in the first place, the city nothing but streaks of light below. There’s something comforting in the way the city doesn’t sleep as the sun sets, but rather wakes up at dusk.

Down below, you can hear horns honking, people laughing as they walk home from bars. Even at night, the city is full of life. You know that you’ll do anything to hold onto this; Know that you’ll do anything to avoid going back to your shitty hometown in the middle of nowhere.

Casting your glance sideways to your neighbor’s balcony, you take inventory of her latest additions. Plants are seated in pots, their leaves reflecting the silvery glow of moonlight. Your neighbor, Bonnie, has been trying to gift you one for weeks now, despite your protests about killing most living things except Snowball.

A monstera has thrust itself through the bars of the patio, an ivy suspended from the top of a doorway, a few others you don’t know the name of crowding in around them. There’s a red rhododendron, now, too, though it looks a little wilted from your point of view.

The plants sway in their pots as the breeze comes by, you shivering alongside them. A few stray petals off the rhododendron manage to leap from her balcony onto yours, tickling the tops of your feet. The petals are withered, as though they fell off a few days ago, but still a brilliant red color as they slide along the concrete.

You make quick work of sweeping them away with the broom you keep outside, not wanting Snowball to eat anything and get even more sick. Not having enough knowledge of plants to know what’s poisonous and what’s not, you reason that if poinsettias are poisonous to cats, then this equally as crimson blossom must also be.

When you fall into bed a few moments later, stomach sated in a way it hasn’t been for months, you barely have time to scoop Snowball up and tuck her into your side before you’re both asleep.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader #jolly karlsson fanfiction #jolly karlsson x reader #bad omens fic

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naebaetwsog · 2 months ago

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○・Roommates & soulmates°・

Jihoon as your roommate

genre.fluff, mutual pining, roommate lifee, non-idol Jihoon

pairing.bff!college student!jihoon x fem!college student!reader

note. I got kinda like inspired by their recent tws club videos. I need a jihoo in my life, bye!!

You and Jihoon have been inseparable since childhood, always glued together like two chaotic puzzle pieces that somehow just fit. Naturally, when college came around, there was no question about it—you were going to live together. Your parents even encouraged it, knowing that you two function best as a pair.

Now, you share a cozy two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment, complete with a small kitchen and a living room that is the heart of your home. It’s a space filled with laughter, dumb inside jokes, and a lot of Jihoon’s antics.

As expected, living with him is a rollercoaster.

Late-night deep talks, random dance battles at 2 a.m., convenience store runs, and intense study sessions where Jihoon distracts you more than he helps. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

To keep things smooth, you established a golden rule—every two days, you meet in the living room for a serious talk to make sure there are no unspoken conflicts. It’s surprisingly effective, considering Jihoon is a menace.

⸻

It’s 7 a.m., and you’re already regretting your life choices.

Your first mission of the day? Wake up Jihoon.

You walk into his room and sigh.

As always, he’s in some insane sleeping position—half his body hanging off the bed, one leg thrown onto the nightstand, and his blanket bunched up in a corner.

“Jihoon, wake up,” you say, shaking him lightly.

Nothing.

You shake him harder. “Jihoon, I swear to—”

Still nothing.

You roll your eyes, sigh, and head to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of cold water.

He brought this on himself.

With zero hesitation, you pour it on his feet.

“AHHHHHH—” Jihoon screams, flailing so dramatically that he rolls off the bed and onto the floor with a thump.

You cross your arms. “Are you awake now?”

He glares at you, still half-asleep. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, get up.”

This is how your mornings always start.

Once he’s finally up, the two of you head to the kitchen to make breakfast together—another apartment rule to make sure you eat before leaving. You cook while Jihoon sets the table (complaining the whole time), and then you both eat, barely awake but laughing over the fact that neither of you function well in the mornings.

After getting ready, you walk to campus together.

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Your schedules don’t align perfectly. Today, Jihoon finishes at 5 p.m., but you have class until 6 p.m.

Instead of heading straight home, he stops by a nearby convenience store, grabbing both of your favorite snacks before waiting outside your building.

When you finally walk out, exhausted, he greets you with a grin.

“Bought you snacks,” he says, holding up a bag.

You blink. “Oh my god, I love you.”

He smirks. “Yeah, yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”

You roll your eyes but take his arm as you start walking home together.

After lounging around for a while, you both get hungry, so you decide to order takeout.

While waiting for the food, you make a bet—whoever takes longer in the shower has to clean up after dinner.

Jihoon is confident. “I’ll be out in five minutes.”

You hum in amusement. “Sure, sure.”

Thirty minutes later, you’re sitting at the table, already in your pajamas, and the food already there. When Jihoon finally walks out of the bathroom. His hair is still damp, and he sees you smirking.

“No way,” he mutters.

You nod, while scrolling on your phone. “You lost.”

Jihoon collapses onto the floor dramatically. “Life is so unfair. I’ve been betrayed. Backstabbed.”

“Shut up and eat.”

Grumbling, you guys start eating and then he starts tidying up, with you eventually giving in and helping because he’s too slow.

——

After everything, you finally get into bed, exhausted, ready to sleep.

Until—

THUMP.

A whole human being suddenly lands on top of you.

“Jihoon, WHAT THE—”

He throws his entire weight on you, ignoring your attempts to push him off.

You groan. “Get off me.”

“No.”

“Jihoon.”

“I’m recharging,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your shoulder. “Just sleep.”

You sigh, realizing resistance is futile. “At least get under the blanket. It’s cold.”

Immediately, he wriggles under the blanket, grinning smugly. “Knew you cared.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you, hugging you close as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

And honestly? It kind of is.

——

Living together is easy because you’ve always been each other’s person.

Sometimes, there are stolen kisses—small, almost accidental. Flirty comments that neither of you take too seriously. You don’t need to define anything right now.

But there’s a silent promise.

“After we graduate,” Jihoon once said, “let’s just make it official.”

You laughed at the time. “What, you wanna get married or something?”

He had grinned. “Well, yeah. Duh.”

And somehow, you knew he wasn’t joking.

Until then, you’re content with this—your chaotic, comfortable, and undeniably special bond.

#tws #tws kpop #tws headcanons #tws imagines #tws scenarios #jihoon x reader #tws jihoon #han jihoon #jihoon x you #jihoon fluff #jihoon imagines #Jihoon headcanons #Tws Han Jihoon #tws x reader

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uriekukistan · 10 months ago

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some thoughts on yuuta's cursed technique, rika, & the five minute limit

i meant to talk about this like. during the extended break but i ended up not but im gonna do some quick thoughts on it now before leaks tn! most of this will be spoiler free, but i'll put a warning before i get into things from recent chapters.

idk if someone else has talked abt this before, but the five minute limit, from my interpretation of the manga, comes from a binding vow yuuta made in order to collect more techniques.

in her fight against kenjaku, yuki says that if kenjaku were to have more than 4 techniques, his brain would burst, unless he had an external storage mechanism like yuuta with rika.

yuuta's innate technique is copy, but it is my understanding that without rika, he would only be able to store up to three other techniques to copy, and if he wanted to acquire a new one, he would have to toss one of the ones he already had (note: rika is not part of yuuta's ct. after jjk0, in my opinion, she is functionally a shikigami, which doesn't require an innate technique, aside from the ten shadows)

in order to store more techniques to copy, i believe yuuta has made a binding vow in order to make rika into a storage facility to hold onto more techniques. the problem with this is that there has to be some sort of restriction in place for it to work, and i believe this is where the five minute limit comes from. i don't think it is a part of yuuta's technique. without rika, i believe he could potentially use another person's technique boundlessly

the phrasing of this further makes me believe that the five minute limit is part of a binding vow. "only when he is connected to rika through the ring can he use cursed techniques (referring to copied techniques)"

the use of the ring as a sort of talisman to activate this binding vow reminds me of nanami's overtime binding vow. to activate this, he removes his tie.

his binding vow also limits his cursed energy, where he can only use 80% of his cursed energy when he isn't in overtime in order to use 120% when he is, similarly to yuuta's, where he can't use rika's full power without activating the binding vow.

spoilers from 260+ & theory for 263 under here

if this is true, and if yuuta finds himself in a position where he needs to extend his limit beyond 5 minutes to continue using gojo's body, he could sacrifice his connection rika to do so. i only see him doing this if he absolutely has to, like if he's got seconds left on the clock, because the loss would be ENORMOUS. yuuta on his own is powerful, and this is not to deny that, he's a special grade for a reason, but he would lose rika's power AND however many techniques he's collected in his time as a sorcerer.

i was trying to think of techniques yuuta has copied, and which three he might keep. probably the most useful one for him to keep at this point would be technique extinguishment & jacob's ladder from angel. then he'd have to keep kenjaku's technique as well to stay in gojo's body/have hope of going back to his own.

#i was also thinking as i was writing this #did yuuta copy rct from shoko? she's the only other one who can use it on others not just herself #it seems to be a pretty rare ability for yuuta to just Have #then again he does have a Ton of cursed energy #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk 260 #jjk 261 #jjk 262 #jjk 263 #yuuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuuta #rika orimoto #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk meta

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anki-of-beleriand · 1 year ago

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Bad Liar ch. 15

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - Mentions of Natasha/Maria being married

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - violence - mentios of abused and sexual assault - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: They needed to find a way out, but it turned out to be a deathly way to deal with the current confrontation.

This chapter was really hard to write because I didn't want to focuse too much on the violence but I did want to put the tension around everyone. They are not agents or people with superpowers, so perhaps their reactions is tied up to what they had seen in movies and who they are more so that because of that expertise. Guys, we are almost there!!! Please rmemeber English is not my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes, hope you like this one.

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Chapter 15

Five minutes to midnight

You let out a groan, your body weighted you down and the world in front of your eyes was spinning out of control. You opened your mouth, but no sound came, only the ragged breathing that created a piercing pain on your chest.

Wanda

Her name came into mind, and soon after panic rose in your mind. You needed to move, and fast, Wanda was outside and she was in danger. With great effort you tried to sit up, pain clutch at your arm and the office spiralled in front of your eyes. You held your head, taking a deep breath that made you open your mouth in discomfort.

You tried to evaluate the damage, your legs were left mostly unharmed, but your midsection, your arms and your head had been harmed quite badly. You grimaced trying to stand up holding onto the table, your eyes closed for a moment before you found the broken mobile on the far corner. Staggering towards the place, you let out a cry when you tried to grab the mobile. The screen had been crushed, and the normal functions of the phone were not available for you.

“Tony.” You rasped out, “Friday call Tony.”

The mobile flickered, the sound was not good and suddenly it just turned off. You dropped the article turning around, it would be up to you to get help. You dragged yourself to the door, each step a painful reminder of the fight you held with the man.

Your hand lifted to the panel to call for the elevator. You waited, taking slow breaths, trying to hold onto your sanity while thinking about Wanda. About your family.

“Y/N!!!!”

You let out a whimper, turning around fast made you crash against the wall. your eyes went wide, and relief soon filled your expression when you noticed Maria coming towards you with the security detail of the building and Nick Fury.

“Maria, Wanda…” you started watching as everyone started checking the floor, Fury held you up with Maria cupping your face, completely pale and trembling.

“Wanda…you didn't tell me…” you groaned trying to glare at the woman, but Maria shook her head.

“I wasn't supposed to, Y/N. Natasha made me promise, it was to make sure Wanda's secret was safe…”

You shook your head glaring at Maria and Fury, “if anything happens to her…”

You groaned again, tears coming out of your eyes, Maria’s lip quivered while putting your face in her hands.

“I'm sorry, they already sent a search and capture warrant with Wanda's car description and plates.” Maria tried to soothe your worries; Fury nodded to the lift where a pair of paramedics came in ready to assist you.

“America, Billy and Tommy…”

“I sent someone over there, everything is being taken care of.” Fury placed you on the floor slowly, the stern glance firmly in place.

“He said something to you, anything else that may help us in our search?”

You shook your head letting the paramedics do their job, you tried to wrap your mind in what was happening, the officials and security looking around the place.

“I just wished you had told me…” You mumbled tiredly; your attention turned to the two men attending to your wounds. “How bad is it?”

“I think we need to take you to the hospital,” one of them started checking the bruises and the general stated you were in, “some bones may be broken but we cannot be certain unless we take some x-rays or…”

“No, I need…I need a computer.” You replied shaking your head, lifting your face to see Maria there, “call Tony.”

“Y/N I think…” Fury started but your eyes shot a heated glare towards the man.

“My family is in danger, Fury.” You motioned to the paramedics so they could help you up, “you need help, and right now Tony and I are your best hope, you got us into this mess, you better pray to God that this ends well…”

Fury held your stare with his sole eye, he pursed his lips tempted to say something against your plan but you were probably right. He nodded curtly, with Maria already making the call to Tony; you let out a breathy cough shivering while motioning to one of the medics to come closer.

“I need something for the pain, but not to leave me out of it, do you have something like that?”

He hesitated glancing at his partner then at you, “we’re not supposed to….”

“Don’t worry, I will take full responsibility, just…give me your best drug I will need it.” You mumbled making your way to the closest lab, you sat down in one of the chairs while turning on the computer.

“There are two patrols driving right now towards your house, they will be there in twenty minutes,” Fury entered the room with you, his eye glancing curiously at the screen, “Tony is coming over, he will be here in ten. What exactly are you doing?”

“This man…I know you guys want him for the deals he is making but, Maria, how bad is it going to be for Wanda? I need to know everything.”

Fury and Maria glanced at one another, you hit the table with your fist glaring at the both of them while pointing to the screen.

“I can hack into her mobile and his, I can put a tracker on them or the car Wanda is using, but I need to know everything! I need to know she is going to be fine! That nothing is going to happen!!”

This last part was said with tears welling up in your eyes, “tell me you don’t think this man is going to hurt Wanda or Billy or Tommy or even America…and I step aside…”

Maria clenched her jaw sitting right beside you turning on another of the computers, “what do you want me to do?”

Fury huffed putting his mobile out and typing really quick before making a phone call, you winced with your eyesight getting blurry every once in a while, but your fingers moving decisively over the keyboard.

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Wanda drove in silence, her mind completely blank reflecting what her face was trying to convey. The world passing her through was moving in slow motion, Wanda could not feel anything at all, she was just going through the motions with the weight of Vision's hand on her thigh gripping her tightly to the point she could almost feel the bruises he was leaving on her.

For a brief moment Wanda played with the idea of crashing her car against a tree or a wall. She could actually spot a couple of places that could work for her plan, she knew that whatever happened her boys would be okay. She liked to think that you wouldn't leave them alone and that maybe Natasha would also come forth to help them out. But Vision cut her hopes off when he punched her thigh pressing the barrel of the gun on her ribs.

“Don't even think about it,” Vision spoke in a dangerous whisper, the cold anger sent shivers down Wanda's back, “if we're not there by the time the clock strikes the six, Agatha will make sure our children join us in death.”

“No…” Wanda held her tongue before she could say something else.

She was not surprised that Agatha's name came into play in the conversation. The young woman had known that their neighbour had been playing on Vision’s side from the very beginning. At first, Wanda had fallen for her good-natured smile and the complicity she came by on that first meeting, it took Wanda some time to realise that all her secrets and mistakes were being told to her husband by the very woman she thought was her friend.

Soon, Wanda discovered Agatha enjoyed her suffering while also flirting with Vision and making her children's life impossible. The fact that, at the end of everything, Agatha had come forth to be with Vision in such a predicament was not a surprise at all.

“Yes, Agatha is a good pet, I have to admit that much.” Vision said offhandedly, he turned to Wanda and this time around his hand drew circles on her thigh going up and down until he was grinding Wanda's crotch pressing his knuckles harshly.

“But you, my love, have the most exquisite moans and tears I have ever seen in a woman,” he clenched his jaw when Wanda grimaced holding back her disgust but unable to hide it from his eyes.

Wanda let out a groan when he hit her hard on her thigh, he did it again, and again, and again until Wanda almost lost control of the wheel.

“Look where you are going, my love, or the kids will suffer. Now you are going to take your punishment quietly, like a good wife, are you not?”

“No.” The word came out of nowhere, it left her lips with more strength and conviction to what she actually felt at the moment.

Wanda flickered her glance through the rear mirror, Vision was left dumbstruck never before having heard such a tone of voice, or that strength behind his wife. He was so tempted to hurt her, to teach her…but, he leaned back on the seat if the car chuckling darkly.

“Sooner or later, my love, you will bend to my will.” He cocked his head pointing to the road, “for now, drive faster, we are almost there and I'm dying to see my kids.”

Wanda clenched her fist tightly around the wheel, she tried to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes. Her mind was screaming in pain, confusion and terror, she was trying desperately to give of a signal to one of the cars moving past her, she was trying to make faces or make sure anyone could see the state Vision was in. But it was as if the world was deaf and blind, for a moment she let go of her thoughts, and soon enough she thought of you.

The panic that had risen inside her went limp for a moment, the memory of your smile and your words almost made her smile. She held onto these memories, while trying to quiet down her worries. She remembered Vision's words, the story of you laying on the floor in a pool made of your own blood.

And now, she was driving to her home begging and hoping that perhaps America had decided to go to her place with the twins or opted to take them out to someplace.

She could only hope, though.

With a heavy heart, and fear she drove down the highway trying to make sure every camera on the road could take a good picture of her and the wounded Vision sitting by her side.

Time, all she needed was time.

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Agatha Harness stood by the window, her fingertips caressing the soft texture of the curtains protecting the intimacy of the house. She smiled, the two cops that had parked in front of Wanda's home had finished the inspection on the property talking through their radios before making their way to the car.

She turned around to see America and Kate tied together on the ground while Tommy and Billy had been frozen on the sofa. The little boys were trembling, each one of them wearing the signs of the struggle they tried to put up when they came across the woman.

The ordeal had been far too easy, nor America or Kate knew of her, and by the time the twins were ready to scream she had put the weapon against the Bishop heir. Now, all she had to do was wait.

“I don't suppose your sister keeps the alcohol in the living room, right?” Agatha put a hand on her cheek, her eyes gleaming mischievously at America who was glaring at her. “Yes, I think a house filled with teenagers would make her think twice about the storage of the alcohol.”

America struggled against the ropes on her hands, she lifted her chin in defiance only to be soothed over by the side glance from Kate and the whimpers from Tommy. Agatha rolled her eyes approaching the young teen, her fingers mapping out the features of the young woman.

“You are quite the beauty, Missy, just like your sister,” Agatha lifted a brow walking towards the closest table that held a picture of you and America, “I can see why Wanda fell for her. I have always suspected Wanda was odd, but never imagined she was into women. Tsk, no wonder she could never please Jarvis.”

The woman strolled around the room taking notice of the different objects adorning the living room, the pictures and the technological gadgets, the expensive furniture and the layout of the house. Without a doubt, you had money, and Agatha could appreciate the sleaziness behind Wanda's actions to get you wrapped around her finger. Too bad this wouldn't last,at least at the end you would be grateful that her and Jarvis would free you from such an arrogant, and quite dangerous individual.

The mobile she brought with her rang three times, her face lit up picking up the gadget from the table before turning to the twins.

“Well, boys, I hope you are ready because daddy just got here!” She exclaimed happily clapping while rushing to the sofa, she tried to put a hand on Tommy's shoulder but Billy slapped it away.

“Nos, Billy, don't be like that,” the woman slapped Billy under the muffled protests of America and Kate, she glared at the boys before grabbing both of them harshly. “You two will behave, you will go out there and greet your dad and then we will be on our way. There is a long trip waiting for us, and your dad has made a great effort to make this perfect for the family.”

America winced under the biting pressure of the ropes on her hands, she felt the slashes on her wrists and the burning pain running up her arm. To her left, Kate was just breathing with her eyes, the only indicator that she was scared. America felt like an idiot, she knew it was her fault the woman had entered the house that this freaking woman had trapped them in and then dragged them to her house so the police couldn't notice they were missing. Many thoughts were crossing her mind, she was thinking about Wanda that was looking so beautiful that day, with hope and happiness at being on a date with you, she thought about you perhaps back at work ignorant of what was happening. America wished she could do something, but her fight against the binds on her wrist had caused a lot of damage and she couldn't risk anything foolish that would endanger Kate, Billy or Tommy.

Agatha fixed herself pushing the twins forward to the door, she put on a big smile while opening the door. America's breath caught in her throat when her eyes fell on the figure of Wanda Maximoff and Edwin Jarvis. Both of them wore the signs of struggle, blood and bruises covering their bodies but whereas Wanda was scared with her green eyes falling on her children then on America; Jarvis was looking enraged.

“Jarvis!! What happened to you?” The other woman ran to her lover, but the man dismissed her pushing her and Wanda away to greet his children.

“Billy, Tommy, my boys,” he opened his arms waiting for the greeting of her children, his expression changing into one of anger when the boys didn't move from the spot, if anything their eyes went wide open sending glances to Wanda.

“Is this the way I teach you to greet me, boys?” Jarvis never lifted his voice, he spoke calmly, softly with a hint of coldness in his voice.

Wanda nodded at the twins, and after a moment of hesitation they came to Jarvis hugging him with trembling hands. Jarvis smirked ruffling their heads harshly making them wince under the pressure.

“That wasn't so hard, was it?”

The man limped inside the house closing the door behind him, he pushed Wanda further into the house before settling his eyes on America and Kate. He raised a brow quite amused at Agatha who smiled back.

“They were in the way.”

“Indeed.” Jarvis sat down on the sofa, his eyes falling on America for a long moment before pointing at Wanda, “now dear come sit here, we need to talk about the future.”

Wanda held back her facial expression, she tried to conceal the disgust she was feeling at the thought of her sitting on Vision's lap. The man path his thigh three times, and Wanda knew she would need to comply or else, this would end up badly. With some reluctance, she stepped forward knowing America and Kate were looking at her shaking their heads while Tommy and Billy cried silently sitting on the chair in front of them.

“Now, dear, we're going to talk about the future and your misdeeds,” the man passed his hand through Wanda's uncovered knee, his eyes gleaming in lust ignoring the open frown from Agatha.

“You see, Mrs. Y/L/N,” he said directing his attention to America, the young woman scowled but said nothing, “I gave everything to my wife, I took her in when no one else loved her, I educated her, dress her, I have her children, a house…and what does she do? She leaves in the middle of the day and takes my children with her. Why? Because she is a bad woman and a bad mother, and she is always defying me and going against my wishes, even though she has been mine since the very first time his father sold her to me.”

Wanda felt her lower lip quivered; the fear she was experimenting soon mixed up with the anger his words were fuelling. The muscles on her arms and shoulders tensed, her fingers twitching trying to form a fist she still didn't dare to throw to the man that had his hand on her thigh. The young woman was trying with all her might to look for a way out, her eyes found those of America and Kate and she regretted the moment she hid the truth from you or rejected the idea of this ever happening. But, what she regretted the most was dragging you and your family into this mess.

Would you still love her if something were to happen to America?

Would you still want Wanda after all of this?

Wanda needed her kids, America and Kate safe, she let her eyes wander around the room before turning to Vision. Nausea raised inside her throat, her heart almost stopping with the shiver of sheer repulsion as she lifted her hand to cup Jarvis face.

The man let her eyes wander back to Wanda, he had not lost his scowl but now there was curiosity in his gestures. He raised a single eyebrow, his lips curling slightly when he spotted the fear and submission in Wanda.

“Are you going to apologize?” He asked Wanda nodded, opening her mouth only to close it again.

The words tangled themselves on her throat, Jarvis snorted lifting his hand only to wrap in around her neck.

“You will have time for that for now I think we need to go.” He grabbed Wanda tightly making her stand up while he did too, letting out a groan of pain.

His face was swelling slowly, while the eye you had hurt was bleeding profusely. Wanda stepped back when he almost fell down, but the man held onto Wanda before straightened up.

“As fun as this has been,” Jarvis turned to America and Kate, “we will leave, I'm sorry about your loss, but surely you understand that when you mess with a taken woman the consequences may be…deathly.”

America opened her eyes, they stinged with unshed tears just as her struggle against the ropes started again. Jarvis smirked when Wanda shook her head, and desperation filled America's face.

“I'm sure you will thank me, once you are able to come upon such a good inheritance.” The man stepped away from Wanda going over to where the twins were sitting, he grasped their clothes pulling them to him harshly making them yelped and Wanda almost went to their rescue. Agatha was right on top of her stopping her before pushing her to the entrance door.

“However, if by any chance, Y/L/N survive then…you may let her know that I make sure to take my wife in body and soul,” Jarvis continued with his rant, “and that the last thing she did before the end was scream my name.”

Kate clenched her jaw trying to hold back her tears, America was still struggling trying to get free to get to her phone. Her mind wrapped around the idea of you being dead or badly wounded without any help.

Jarvis pushed his family to the door, and he was about to close the door when his ears caught the sound of guns getting ready to fire. He turned around only to see five police cars parked on the street cutting off the exit. He snarled, grabbing his own gun and pointing it to Tommy. This time around Wanda did react by hitting Agatha on the face while going to Tommy, she stopped dead in her tracks when Vision pressed the barrel on Tommy's head.

“Are you ready to risk it, dear?”

“Vision, please…take me, just…take me, leave him alone.” Wanda begged, her voice trembling with her eyes wide open.

Tommy started sobbing with Billy gripping his brother wide eyed with tears streaming down his cheeks.

The moment of tension grew amongst them, Vision ready to risk everything to get out of the situation alive. And everything would have ended in tragedy if it wasn't for his phone that started ringing. The man blinked a couple of times confused, he kept the gun pointing to Tommy while also grabbing the phone with a hint of annoyance and curiosity.

His brows got lost on the hairline, with his lips twitching back while the skin around his cheeks tensed. His eyes went quickly to Wanda who was struggling with herself ready to grab her children, Vision huffed, pressing the green button while locking his glance with Wanda.

“I am very surprised to see you survive.” His voice dripped sarcasm, a hint of anger tainting his words.

“I can't say I was left unaffected, but my people were nearby,” you trailed off holding whatever else you wanted to say to the man while fear gripped your heart tightly, “but your failure is not the reason I call you about.”

You winced when Peggy Carter and James Logan glared at you while pointing to the script they had set up for you. The man at the other end of the line chuckled darkly, the scream from Wanda and Tommy almost made you drop the phone.

“I wouldn't call it a failure if you are at the office and I am at your home with them, and your sister.”

You clenched your fists tightly, wincing when the effort tensed the bruises in your body.

“Touché.” You took a deep breath, the words leaving your mouth with a bad taste, “I have a proposal for you.”

This time around Vision was looking extremely interested, he didn't lose sight of the police patrols or the people surrounding the house. He could see everyone waiting for the action while he spoke with you. His eyes soon drifted to Wanda and the kids, before settling in Agatha who had her own weapon tightly grasped on her left hand. He weighed his options, the tension kept growing and he knew any moment now a team of negotiators would arrive to control the situation.

The end of this particular chapter of his life wasn't looking bright, and he hated that he let himself be caught in such a foolish action. He contemplated his options, but your voice soon brought to the table a most suitable deal.

“Kingpin sold you out for a pretty good deal of money you stole from him,” you let out a raspy cough, the pain shooting electric spasm through your body, “you know what will happen, jail would be your grave.”

Vision narrowed his eyes, nodding to Agatha and Wanda to go back inside the house, his hand never wavering while pointing the gun to his son. He frowned, noticing that not since the phone call had anyone done or said anything, no one had dared to even approach him or try to talk him out of the threat. Vision’s mind started working fast through the different possibilities and ways in which he could get out of the situation. Your words had made his blood run cold, a shiver of sheer terror went through him knowing that his previous associate knew of the embezzlement of the money he had done while working for the man.

How did you know him?

Did he really rat Vision out?

“He is a practical man, and I'm a woman of business. Why do you think the police have done nothing to try and take you out and away from my family?”

“Perhaps they are afraid I could keep my promise of putting a bullet in my son's head.” Vision retorted, you sighed in exasperation and the man was really tempted to put the bullet in your forehead.

“You are not an idiot, they won't do anything unless I say so. Money can buy a lot of things, Jarvis.”

Jarvis was starting to feel tired, his head was hurting and his eye was actually killing him. The sight on his right eye was getting blurry and with every minute that passed his body felt heavier and sensitive on his skin.

“And how much does your sister and her girlfriend cost, Y/N?” this time he turned to America who was torn between relief and fear.

“Enough to make an effort and call you back.”

“What about the life of my children and Wanda?”

This time around he could hear the intake of breath on your end, he smirked tilting his head until his eye was mocking Wanda.

“Ah, not that much, I see. Don't worry, I don't blame you, if she did this to me, imagine what she would do to you.”

Wanda was trembling, her arms limped at her sides. She had her eyes on her children, forgetting the tears rolling down her cheeks or the ability to move, her only concern was to get Tommy and Billy out of the situation she was in at the moment. Wanda blinked, turning to Vision wrapping her mind around his words, soon she understood who was behind the line talking to him and her heart almost stopped beating at the relief she felt knowing you were alive. How did they end up in such a mess? How was it possible that Vision had access to you? Or that he had found her and the twins?

So many questions, and Wanda was trying to gather her strength to fight. She could live with the idea of her dying or being taken away by Vision but her children…she had left the man to make sure they could grow in peace. They would have a chance.

Wanda waited with her heart at her throat, and her mind moving through different scenarios while Vision continued talking through the phone.

The room was only filled with the sound of Vision's conversation with you, everyone had their eyes on him waiting. Making time.

Jarvis snarled into the phone, finally giving into his own pain and sitting down. Sweat rolled down his forehead, her hand was trembling while holding the phone against his ear.

“I am a businesswoman, Jarvis, so I have a proposal.”

You took a deep breath; you had rehearsed this speech before but it didn't mean you felt comfortable saying it out loud. Peggy nodded curtly at you; Logan was talking on the other line while Fury was snarling orders to two different teams right outside the van you were in. You waited to hear the laboured breath of the man at the other end of the line, your mind going to your sister, to Wanda, to Kate and the twins. You should have been stronger, you should have hit first and ask questions later, you should have…

A hand placed softly on your shoulder; Tony offered a single smile shaking his head. Your lower lip quivered but the man shook his head placing a hand on his chest before pointing a finger at you. You nodded, turning to face Peggy once more.

“I have resources, I have money…more than you can even imagine.”

“I can imagine a lot.” The man stated before adding, “but right now I am imagining my freedom, and my life…with my family, of course.”

“You don't need the kids, but you need Wanda and Agatha.” You made a face, scrunching up your nose paled and nauseous, “they can be bred and I can get you someone suitable for your tastes.”

Jarvis chuckled darkly, he glanced at Wanda putting his phone out of his ear and putting the conversation on speaker.

“Are you really telling me to leave my children and breed my wife again?” Jarvis smirked when Wanda's expression faltered at those words, “how fast is the affection you held for her.”

“Again, I deal with business, not so much emotions. I needed a good time, and Wanda offered that.” You closed your eyes before continuing, “I have a jet ready, a country without extradition and the means to make you rich, give you a new life and stop Kingpin from torturing you after you decided to steal from him.”

Wanda couldn't help but lowered her eyes at your words, she was confused but she also knew there was something else behind what you were saying. She had to hope, she had to wait. Jarvis shifted on the sofa, for the very first time since this whole mess started he finally took into consideration the woman that had come to him into this mess. Agatha approached him tentatively, her hand brushing his hair away from his face.

“Do you think it is true? Do you think she is offering a good deal?” The woman was not so sure, she had seen you beside Wanda and the twins, you looked pretty much in love with Wanda and this was a little fishy for her, but so far she had let Vision's lead the way and was not about to contradict him.

Jarvis tilted his head glancing with his good eye to the woman, he grabbed her by the hair crashing his lips to hers.

“What is the catch?” Jarvis finally asked and you chuckled.

“Let my sister and Kate Bishop go with the twins, the police are not going to stop you once you leave the house with Wanda and the other woman.” You stated flatly, your eyes burning with rage, “I will be your bargaining chip, they won't dare to hurt me or intervene in any way, and you will have access to my power, my money.”

Everyone in the room went silent, America opened her eyes shaking her head in disbelief with Kate frowning. Wanda felt dizzy, her heart dripping to her feet while she tried to wrap her mind around what you just said. Jarvis weighed his options, his good eye flickered to the kids and the teens, undoubtedly they would be too much dead weight to carry around while trying to get away from the police. Wanda was the easiest option, she and Agatha would obey Jarvis's instructions if necessary while also a great source of amusement for him. Besides, you were offering something equally interesting: yourself.

Could this be a trap? Yes, of course, but Jarvis bet he could play his cards carefully and get away with it. He could get freedom, money, and a new life.

“You have yourself a deal, Y/N but I will put the conditions to ensure I'm not double crossed.”

“Very well, tell me what conditions do you have?”

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No one was speaking, your hand held the kevlar best with your eyes examining the article closely. Fury and Tony waited patiently for you, pursed on your lips telling the two men you were not convinced about using this for the mission. The bulletproof vest was body contoured built to adjust to your torso to offer the best protection, it was a near-fit of military engineering.

Still, you were not convinced.

Jarvis could notice the article, and everything they had been working for could fall down in a second. Besides, Wanda's life depended on you doing your job well.

“I won't do it, Wanda's life is still on the line.” You fault out refused the item putting on your jacket, your eyes glancing from Tony to Fury.

“Y/N, this is a dangerous mission and you're a civilian, you're being sent because…” Fury started for the tenth time, you lifted a single hand shutting him immediately, much to his surprise.

“You got me and my family in this mess while keeping the identity of this maniac a secret.” There was a heavy huff behind your words, your stare hardening as you continued, “don't try to patronise me with this, you messed up and you need me, so I'll do this part my way.”

Fury rolled his sole eye ready to fight when Peggy Carter entered the trailer, her sharp eyes pinning you to the spot.

*Everything is ready, are you sure you don't want the protection?” She asked curtly, you shook your head and after a second of hesitation Peggy nodded.

“Your car is right outside, you have your phone and the tracker and the teams are getting ready.” The older woman hesitated before stepping closer to you, “your sister is doing okay, she is being looked after by Hope and Natasha, the twin and Ms. Bishop is doing fine though a little scared.”

“Thank you for the update.”

“You know the plan?”

You nodded curtly; the older woman smirked her eyes twinkling smartly at you.

“Then, let's move it.”

Jarvis had chosen an abandoned military station in the midst of a forgotten highway. The place had hosted the secret service working against the Nazis back in the 30’s, night was already there the lights of the cars had disappeared almost forty minutes ago while the radio finally gave in to the lack of signal. You drove fast, as fast as the speed limit and your car allowed it, your heart had not stopped beating with a constant thud with your mind going over and over through the plan that you had been subjected to by the authorities.

New year was closed now.

And Camp David was just around the corner.

The place looked empty, the gates had been opened recently and you could see a car parked in the distance the lights still on. Your body trembled with anticipation, the pain of your wounds pulsating through your senses keeping you awake while the night engulfed the place in a dark, and sinister silence. The car came to a stop with the lights falling upon the form of Edwin ‘Vision’ Jarvis, who was wearing the signs of the fight you two engaged in hours ago. Tension is quite obvious, the fact the man trusted you enough to come here without any questions was enough to tell you he was desperate. As much as you were.

The door of the car closed with a dry thump; your eyes shifted to Wanda who was sitting by the passenger’s seat trying to hold onto the tears while Agatha had a gun to her head. Vision smirked when he realized you kept your word of coming alone, of giving into his demands and getting him closer to the escape he needed to have his freedom filled with money and pleasure.

“You kept your word.”

“I am a woman of my word, Jarvis.” You replied limping towards the man, his smile grew nastier noticing the pain and the effort it took you to make your way towards him.

“So it seems.” Jarvis nodded to the car, and in that moment your eyes crossed for the very first time with those of Wanda. Something inside you stirred with violence, you wished you could go to her and comfort her, to tell her the children were fine and that everything would be fine.

But you couldn’t, and what you did was to drift your stare to go back to Jarvis.

“Very well then let’s get this over with, you and I need medical attention and I already have someone in mind.”

Without any warning he lifted his hand wrapping it around your neck and squeezing hard, “I think you are in no position to order me around.”

You lifted your chin holding onto his eyes, he made sure that his hand never left your throat until your face turned into a nasty red colour and your eyes filled with tears. He kept his grip on you, growling while putting his face closer to yours.

“Jarvis, please!” Your heart fluttered tenderly when your heard Wanda speaking, and you couldn’t help the curve on your lips when the man let go of you.

You took a deep breath massaging your neck, your eyes gleaming with anger and defiance, an expression Vision would have a pleasure to take off of you as soon as you kept your part of the bargain.

“I hope you know that if you double cross me or if you try something against me nor Agatha, Wanda will end up with a bullet in her head.”

You clenched your jaw tightly, nodding curtly while nodding towards the car. Jarvis snorted pushing you hard against the car opening the driver’s door.

“Come on, time is of essence right now.”

The car smell like blood and sweat, your eyes found those of Wanda and for a brief moment you could see the doubt in her green eyes, you could sense her fears and the uncertainty of the whole situation. Agatha huffed hitting Wanda with the gun, she then turned to you making a face of pure disgust.

The car was put into motion, you glanced out of the window while giving the directions to the closest private airport. Without a doubt, Jarvis knew his way around the seclude parts in the country, and while he didn’t fancy to have anyone know where he was about to go, it was quite obvious for him he needed you and this place to get away from the authorities. He didn’t trust you that much, if the police had arrived at your home he knew they would be looking for you and him after the scene at your place.

Jarvis drove fast, erratically showing the signs of exhaustion and pain that had been consuming him all through the afternoon. You could see him losing the battle against his wounds and the state he was in, just as you could notice the craziness consuming the woman sitting beside you with the gun tightly pressed against Wanda’s head. The silence in the car was only interrupted by Jarvis ragged breathing, and the engine of the car.

Soon, and after more than an hour of driving you saw the gates leading to the private airport. The place was empty, the guard that was supposed to be watching over the gates was absent though the security hut held onto white light flickering from time to time. Jarvis stopped the car holding onto his grunts before turning his eyes to you.

“Well?”

You frowned leaning forward, your head turned left and right shrugging.

“The guard is not supposed to leave his post.” You commented softly, a sigh left your lips with your eyes flickering to Wanda, “I can try and see…”

“No, Agatha, give me the gun go and see who is in there and open the gate.”

Agatha hesitated before giving in and handing the gun to Jarvis, the man enjoyed the control he had over the women in the car. Not only did Wanda obey without protesting and was now as she had always been, quiet and submissive, but Agatha was ready to comply with all he needed and wanted and you…well, you were smart, you did nothing to jeopardy your security and that of Wanda, with time Jarvis would make sure to correct your sexual deviation while submitting you to him.

The place looked empty, though Jarvis could see the workers of the night shift filling out the hangars, small cars moving in and out before settling for the night. Everything looked quite normal, a night in a private airport in which charter planes waited for a new trip, you shifted in the back seat glancing around the place while directing Jarvis to the last entrance.

“When is the plane schedule to leave?” Jarvis asked glancing back at you through the rearview mirror, you furrowed your brows putting your phone from your pocket before handling it over to the man.

“Five minutes to midnight.”

“Why? Why so late?” Agatha asked with tension dripping from her voice.

Jarvis quirked a brow, he too was quite interested in the answer to such a question. He had never known of a plane to take off at such an hour, his eyes went back to the road taking close attention to everything and everyone making sure no one would dare to stop them.

“We need to justify the flight, I told the pilot I was needed it in Paris for a meeting.” You replied shrugging, “I told him I didn’t want to wait so he got the permissions and that’s the latest we could get.”

“Permission? I thought that you could fly whenever you want.” Agatha furrowed her brows, but it was Jarvis the one who laughed shaking his head.

“Don’t be an idiot, we need to ask for permission to take off, it’s not like grabbing a car or anything like that…” Jarvis then shrugged, “I did think it would be faster…”

You huffed rolling your eyes, “no, flying it is far more complicated than driving.”

“Very well, do we go in or stay outside?” Jarvis was approaching the last Hangar, he lifted his eyes to you.

“Let’s get in.”

The place was lit up by the white and yellowish lights of lamps hanging from the ceiling; the gate was completely open with the nose of the plane pointing to the runaway ready for the trip. Jarvis exited the car walking around to stretch his hand to Wanda, the young woman hesitated enough for him to lean in and gripped her forearm tightly. You tried to step closer but Agatha stood by your side pressing painfully the barrel of the gun on your ribs.

The place was alone, but the plane had the cabin door open with the stairs down waiting to be boarded.

“Look at the efficiency of your lover, dear.” Jarvis whispered in Wanda’s ear, “soon, you will know pain, and I won’t let you die until I have taken new children off of you. Until you are begging me to end your life.”

Wanda shivered clenching her jaw while keeping her eyes ahead of her, you shifted letting your eyes wandered around before settling on Jarvis. Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement in the cockpit, Agatha narrowed her eyes shifting uneasily at the silence in the room.

You worked hard on what you were supposed to do, Jarvis needed to go inside the cabin with Agatha but Wanda was a problem. You saw movement inside the plane once more, and you could feel eyes on you.

“We can wait inside the plane,” you suddenly offered, your voice trembling while you grabbed the phone, “I can call the pilot asking where he is.”

Jarvis frowned turning to you, “why is he not here?”

“I don’t know? Maybe you can ask him when he comes,” you replied harshly earning yourself a hard hit from the gun Agatha was holding, you were seeing stars while trying to hold onto your consciousness.

“I would hold back my tongue if I were you, Agatha doesn’t appreciate rudeness, much less if it is directed against me.” Jarvis commented approaching you, he snatched the phone off of your hands narrowing his eyes he tried to see that your communications were being done with the pilot.

He read the messages, his hand clenching into the mobile when he caught sight of those messages you had exchanged with Wanda.

“Very well, I think I need a drink, I hope you have a good whiskey inside.”

You scowled lifting your chin, “I do.”

Your heart was beating really hard, so far you had only seen one gun and it was the one that Agatha had been flashing all night threatening Wanda and then you. Your eyes drifted quickly to the cockpit and then to the back office in the Hangar. Your muscles tensed in anticipation, counting in your mind so as to distracted yourself from the growing anxiety inside your chest.

You followed Jarvis who pushed Wanda ahead of him, then he went behind her and Agatha staggered behind you. From the moment she arrived to the airport, Agatha had felt uneasy; there was just something so…strange about this. It was so easy, without any unwanted encounters.

Silence filled the place, you took a deep breath.

You trusted Fury and Peggy and all the forces that had filled out your building were capable of doing what they said they would without harming anyone. Your eyes flickered again to the cockpit window, this time around you could see the reflection of someone wearing military gear inside, then the swift movement in the back office and you knew you would need to get to Wanda before Jarvis could do something.

Behind you, and totally forgotten, was Agatha.

The woman that had obsessed over Jarvis, ready to do his biding as long as she got to enjoy a piece pf affection from him. She grabbed the gun, her eyes going big as saucers when they caught sight of someone inside the plane.

Everything happened in a second.

Wanda and Jarvis crossed the threshold of the plane’s gate, with you almost putting a foot on the stairs when the woman shrieked for Jarvis to come down. She grabbed you by your hair pulling hard, while Jarvis having heard and understood the meaning behind such a scream grabbed Wanda by her neck punching her several times on the ribs and abdomen making sure his grip on her was tight almost to the point of choking.

“GO! GO! GO!”

You grunted struggling against the older woman, your elbow finding her abdomen hitting her hard until she had to let go of your hair. You heard more than saw the screams and heavy footsteps moving towards you, you turned around hearing Wanda’s gasp and tiny scream for help.

“NOO!”

Agatha screamed and then, you stood there…

You didn’t even register the sound of the gun.

But you felt the bite from the bullet, the burning pain running through your body. And then, you knew no more.

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Next Chapter: Wanda can't sleep, the twins don't know how to deal and America is trying to hold it together. What is the price of happiness?

#fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxreader #female reader #imagine wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader

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mindfulstudyquest · 1 year ago

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❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲: easy tips to form healthy habits ( based on this alessya farrugia video )

lately i've been having trouble being productive and finding a healthy balance between study, passions, exercise and free time. i've been searching for a long time online for advices and ideas that could help me find my serenity, and my searches led me to this. i hope you appreciate it.

pro tip do not try to improve everything all at once, you're gonna fail. just try to incorporate something small in your routine to start forming healthy habits. it might take months, but one year from now it will all be worthy.

𝟭. don't hit snooze ( ⏰ )

the "snooze" button is definitely my worst enemy, i simply don't want to get up and start a new day that will be tiring and hard, but when i realized the reasons why putting off the alarm is so harmful for me i seriously started to stop doing it. you will actually wake up even more tired and sleep-deprived after the second or third alarm goes off, since falling back to sleep after having already woken up causes your brain to begin a new "sleep cycle" that takes 75 minutes to complete, abruptly interrupting these cycles brings unpleasant side effects such as tiredness, irritability and headaches.

bonus start waking up at the same time every day, this will not only help consolidate your routine but is scientifically proven that it significantly reduces levels of anxiety and depression.

𝟮. don't check your phone (📱)

i've always spent at least an hour scrolling through social media right after waking up every day, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it's not exactly the healthiest thing in the world. do not go on your phone for at least 30min/1h after waking up. i know it seems hard ( i have a severe phone addiction so i understand ) but i guarantee you that your days will be so much more stress free and productive. why? going on your phone as soon as you wake up gives you an instant hit of dopamine ( for more info, check this post ) that is gonna literally ruin your day, because your brain is gonna pretend more and more dopamine for the rest of the day in order to function properly.

𝟯. have a glass of water ( 🫗 )

you didn't drink for 8 hours or more so it's time to rehydrate your body. i hate drinking water as soon as i wake up so you can try adding some lemon juice to give it more taste, you can also try some herbal tea if it's winter and you don't feel like drinking cold water first thing in the morning, but avoid caffeine ( and theine ) for at least one hour after waking up. exactly like the hit of dopamine that your phone gives you, caffeine and similar stimulants will have the same effect on your body.

𝟰. have a cold shower ( 🚿 )

ok, i'm not one of those gurus who tells you to get up at 5 in the morning, take an ice bath and run 12 km before 7am, but switching to cold water for the last two minutes of your morning shower will have some benefits invaluable for you and your body. first of all it helps to wake you up, because it stimulates the nerve endings and makes the brain more active, it also helps to tone the skin and make the hair shinier. it's a difficult thing, but doing something like this in the morning will help your brain cope better with the workload during the day. it also reduces stress and anxiety, since the cold can activate the production of endorphins ( known as "happy hormones" ).

𝟱. physical and mental care ( 💕 )

take five or ten minutes to just look after yourself, do skincare - it doesn't have to be a deep session, just a little moisturizer and lip balm -, meditate, journal, cut out a few minutes from your morning routine where you leave out for a while all the negative thoughts, stress and anxiety, your body is your temple and you must treat it with reverence, your mind is your home, your safe place, and deserves your attention.

𝟲. get direct sunlight ( ☀️ )

apply some sunscreen and go get some sunlight, the benefits are so many that i couldn't list them all: i quote, production of vitamin D ( very important especially if you are a woman ), improved mood and, in general, physical and mental health, sleep regulation, improved skin. i know it's not always possible, especially in winter when there is very little sun, but for example if you have the chance to walk to school or work on a beautiful sunny spring day, take it!

𝟳. make the bed ( 🛏️ )

why should i make my bed if i'm going to have to sleep in it in the evening anyway? well, this is the mistake that i very often make and i admit that i am guilty of it. however, not making the bed is exactly the reason that pushes me to go back there immediately and sleep again. making your bed in the morning as an act of discipline will not only improve your self-esteem and make you less want to go back to sleep, but it will make your room seem cleaner and generally improve your environment, making you feel more productive and satisfied. completing that little task in the morning, even if it's small and simple, will give you motivation and will push you through the day.

𝟴. high-proteine breakfast ( 🥞 )

make sure you eat a balanced, protein-rich breakfast that will keep you feeling full until your next meal. it is useless to limit calories especially in the morning when we need an extra boost, this will only make us feel more tired and irritable and will significantly decrease our productivity.

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ladydeath-vanserra · 1 year ago

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Hello 👋

I love your thoughts on anti ic and the way you delve into everything and actually name the issues within them .

I have a rant about Feyre :

I liked her in Book 1 but book 2 onwards Mr SA melted her brain . There are lots of things that irk me about feyre : Her Hipocrasy first and foremost

The Hipocrasy is strong with this girl istg , like you're the one who does a free public porn show for the guy who SA you and then have the gall to compliment rhys when he uses his powers on keir for calling you a whore. Like wtf ? I am on kiers side in this , if your dictator ( because that's what rhysand is ) was fingering a fae in front of all of his court I'd be disgusted too .

The scene where feyre starts crying because of nestas expenditure ? Like bitch you have 5 houses and your "friend s" are always out drinking and fucking and you don't have a problem with that ? I actually think mor is an alcoholic and her relationship with cassian is incestuous.

Feyre locking Nesta in the HOW even after her trauma when tamlin locked her up in the manor like are you kidding me rn ? Seriously if I was nesta I would've verbally rendered feyre to a pile of dust .

Coming to that she also has no phycological damage from the 3 months rhysand SA her and made her do lap dances but when your sister is snarky and calls you for her decisions you have the gall to have trauma about that ? Be fr bro I call my brother whore for fun 💀( only children shouldn't be allowed to write sibling relationships - sjm )

Sorry if this got too long , I just wanted to rant to someone and I hope you understand ( you're one of the few people in this fandom with actual functioning neurons )

Thank you 💗

Yeah, I don't really get Rhysand's whole,,, well anything regarding politics tbh. He talks down and degrades the CoN and treat them as nothing more than oppressive misogynists' in front of them and then proceeds to perform sexual acts with the woman he then wants to be viewed in a professional, respectable and political light and when that doesn't happen, due to the whole sexual act and 'Rhysand's harlot' or whatever she called herself, thing, Rhysand then assaults Keir

So like.... he can assert authority and abuse power when it comes to disrespect to the girl he literally wanted to be his plaything in front of these people, but he can't assert authority when it comes to protecting the vulnerable populations of the CoN or to establish progressive laws. He says Keir is in charge of the CoN and that he can't use the Darkbringers without his permission but then he assaults the Steward of the CoN. High Lord or not that doesn't make a lick of sense if he ever wants to be viewed as a legitimate ruler. I would also be disgusted by such vulgar acts- besides these people did not consent to be witnesses to sexual acts of display

Feyre crying is... I dunno. Like I chalked it up to hormones, but I am more concerned with Rhysand's blatant manipulation and emotional and financial abuse of reading off expenses in front of every single member of the IC. That is a form of shame and humiliation in order for Feyre to 'get her sister under control'. But I also agree, I think it's completely unnecessary and hypocritical of Rhysand and Co to look down their noses at Nesta for spending money when Rhysand himself said that the IC bleed him dry with their flagrant spending on alcohol and parties- which is said in ACOMAF but then it gets played off for the Laugh

Feyre and Rhysand locking Nesta up in the HoW is just sooooo. guh. How is it that when Tamlin does it for *checks notes* five minutes it's the most egregious, unforgiveable sin but when Rhysand and Feyre not ONLY lock her up, they demolished her home, they had Elain pack up her belongings, they made her live with a man Nesta repeatedly, verbally said she wanted nowhere near her. Plus the humiliation factor of not only being talked at in front of the IC, but Rhysand, Feyre and Amren talking about Nesta via Mental Powers in front of Nesta. There was so, so much wrong with that entire scene and the fact that both the narrative and the fandom cannot see why that scene was so disgusting is quite frankly, alarming

Like I can get that Feyre could have emotional and internalized feelings of a bad self image via Nesta from childhood, but I am also aware of what can happen when children are forced into extremely small proximity with each other with a very toxic and unhealthy household. Nesta and Feyre both were at each other's throats. they were both awful to each other and there is a rather large amount of assumption by Feyre and a large amount of miscommunication with both the girls

Rhysand however, with all his abuses of Feyre UtM, just... being forgotten about, just like that, is very weird. Very weird, especially if Nesta is still paying for sins from before the first book even took place. Feyres not getting triggered from the Weavers cottage? shes not getting triggered with his "Feyre Darling"? She's not getting triggered being in the CoN where UtM was inspired by? She's not getting triggered wearing those scraps of clothes? She's not getting triggered when Rhys uses paint on Feyre in Chapter 55 or whatever chapter it was just like he did UtM in front of Tamlin??????

Feyre brings up UtM ONCE to Rhysand and he gets all hyperventilatey and says theyll 'talk about it later' and then guess what, it doesn't. It just gets explained that he just had to torture his mate and what it was doing to him

give me a break

#ty for the ask!#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti feyre archeron #nesta archeron

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fadeawaywithyou · 8 months ago

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inspired by the new minecraft movie trailer and how it reminds me of a shit jumanji, here is my take on the minecraft plot. this took me like 5-10 minutes, so it's not super serious.

I actually want to try spitballing a better plot in about five minutes-

Unnamed Man in Blue and Unnamed Woman in Green wake up in a forest and meet each other while exploring. Anyway, the Plot is killing the ender dragon. Why? It's the most basic thing about minecraft. The achievement is literally called "free the end" so maybe flesh out why. So, the plot is Gather Materials, Find Stronghold, Defeat Ender Dragon, and the end scene is them looking out into the world and talking about going on other adventures. In the movie they come across a variety of monsters, but specifically a Warden and Wither. The Warden could be a genuinely scary chase scene where they don't kill it. Maybe they have to summon the wither as part of a beacon fetch quest.

The movie has lots of references to minecraft community things. minecraft youtubers and developers act as cameos in people they meet. "don't dig straight down" is on a sign near a cave/town's quarry. Maybe they find books similar to those survival guides i saw in all the scholastic book fairs. Have someone hum Don't Mine At Night or go "awww man" when a creeper explodes. Have a reclusive but friendly town of "hermits" (hermitcraft). maybe you pass by someone saying "the aether is just a conspiracy/myth!" just, things the community of all ages will recognize and go "hey! the thing!"

other:

They decide on the names Steve and Alex themselves, idk when though. The nicknames of Green and Blue between them can stick around. Also while i'm here, idc about romance. have them be friends, or partners by the end, or implied whatever.

I want Steve and Alex to have a personality but also have a generic backstory for the "blank slate" appeal and function of their in-game selves. I have a couple ideas- amnesia or being an everyday person, for example. maybe they are orphans, idk. Waking up in a forest is all i'm set on because that could be the equivalent of "spawning in."

I also have a fun idea where it could be an entirely implied Isekai. ("implied" is the keyword because it's never admitted and the only canonical dimensions are the nether, overworld, and end.) Not like the movie, where you aparently watch them get Isekai-ed, but with how they react to Tree Physics, magic, monsters, etc. and people going "you're not from around here, are you" and/or "how do you not know what X is? have you been living under a rock?" (which would then introduce the audience to minecraft concepts and exposition.)

they live in a "post-age of heres" world where it could be implied that the Old People who build all the strongholds and shit are long dead and they disappeared going after the dragon. this immediately puts an added sense of danger to the quest. also an underdog story.

i also would like a reason WHY Blue and Green can defeat the dragon while the others can't beyond "they are the main characters." this could be the new thing the movie brings in, like a new enchantment or making netherite something the Old People didn't have but necessary? idk, this could go into "movie-verse" logic and doesn't necessarily have to be in-direct canon to the game.

you know those characters that minecraft made a while ago? like the different races and genders? those skins could be characters in the movies.

the soundtrack does have the most popular minecraft sounds, in-game sound effects are used, but maybe some "movie remixes" or maybe they pay and jump through hoops to have Revenge playing for the end Credits.

also this is all animated. embrace animation.

#thesearemyposts #minecraft #minecraft movie #i did this but also don't care enough to go beyond so uhhhhhh #lol

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thecandywrites · 2 months ago

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Monster March 2025 Day 1- Arlune - Wings Unlimited.

So, fun fact, (that is not fun at all) 2025 has been THE WORST YEAR YET. Becuase in Janurary, my heart had a stroke, my brain had an aneuryism and in Febuary I had Seritonin Toxicity, the last of which is actually SUPER FUCKING RARE and USUALLY SUPER FUCKING LETHAL. But no, not me. Survived It. Granted, totally worse for wear but I'm still here, and dang it, I'm gonna write some Mcfucking Fantastic Monsters.

And all of that happened within the span of three weeks that I am STILL OH SO SLOWLY, PAINFULLY FRUSTRATINGLY SLOW- healing from. And for the last 48 hours, I've had food poisoning on top of it! So, a delay was inevitable.

But BY GOD. I'm gonna do this. It may take me all the way to Kink-mcfucking-tober to mcfucking do this. But it's gonna. get. done. Some of these will be short and sweet and probably rushed. And you will totally be able to see a difference in 'pre stroke' writing and 'post stroke' writing. And for that, I apologize right now. But damn it, if this doesn't help with reestablishing my fine motor functions by typing, I don't know what will.

But thankfully, I had this already written before any of that. I'm officially three days behind but that's ok. Better late than never.

And as always HUGE thanks to @borealwrites for hosting YEAR THREE OF MONSTER MARCH AAHHHH!! So excited. It's what I'm living for, quite literally.

Monster March 2025 Day 1- Arlune

Wings Unlimited

“Hello, thanks for calling Wings Unlimited, Lilliputian Department, this is Fay, how can I help you?” The receptionist, Fay asked once she picked up the phone.

“Hi, my name is Aubrey McGriffin, and my son Cameron got a stress fracture, trying to fly both him and a friend of his that he tried to pick up and fly him over the playground at school today. So we will need an appointment to get that fixed.” She offered with a rather exasperated sigh.

“Oh of course, how much pain is Cameron in?” Fay asked as she pulled up the family’s profile before getting to Cameron’s profile under his mother’s name.

“Well he’s not flying at all and his wings are drooping and I’m about to glue his hands together so that he quits messing with them, and risks making it worse. So, I’d say pretty bad.” Aubrey offered as she scanned her apartment, looking for where her son was supposed to be at the kitchen table, doing his homework but had walked away with his homework half done before he came back around the corner, clutching his wings in his hands.

“Quit touching them! You’re gonna make them worse!” Aubrey got after Cameron as she pulled the phone away from her face so the poor receptionist wouldn’t be hurt by her raised and authoritative tone.

“Yeah, you know what, let’s just get you in on an emergency appointment.” Fay quickly typed into the schedule and opened up an emergency appointment for 5:10.

“Ok, we can see him at 5:10pm tonight. That’s ten minutes after five, but try to get here by five.” Fay urged Aubrey.

“Yup. We’ll be there.” Aubrey confirmed.

“Excellent, see you tonight then.” Fay finished before she hung up and finished typing in the notes as to why she was extending the specialist’s hours tonight.

“Are you kidding me?” Max nearly growled when he checked his phone to see his schedule updated.

“Come on, I have a date at 5. I need to be out of here on time tonight, you need to get one of the other specialists to do that appointment.” Max complained to Fay at the front desk between his own appointments.

“Did you read the notes on the appointment?” Fay paused and fixed Max with a look before he huffed and pulled up the appointment notes on his phone before his shoulders dropped as did his own wings that subconsciously tucked in closer to his own body.

“Ok, ok, fine.” Max caved before he accepted the appointment and walked towards the door, taking moment to look up little Cameron’s profile. Poor kid was barely 8. Barely got his wings in -to fly in the first place before he tried to text his date that he’d be late because a kid injured his wings at school and he was on call to fix them. But his date just blew him off and canceled the date and the possibility of a relationship off- completely which only made his wings twitch in aggravation.

Oh, any girl who wouldn’t put a child’s needs above her own, was never going to be worth his time. Most full grown women would be nothing but accommodating and would have been impressed that he would postpone his dating life for a pediatric patient. Honestly, this kid just did him a favor of not having to waste an entire evening trying to get to know another selfish and self centered girl who wasn’t worth getting to know in the first place.

And with that, he took a deep breath and squared his shoulders as his wings perked up and he grabbed the file by the door and exited the reception area to the waiting room.

“Gabe?” Max called before another guy all but hopped up to his feet as his wings fluttered in excitement.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Gabe asked cordially.

“It’s going. We’ll be in room five today. How’s your day going?” Max asked cordially as he escorted his next client to the room and continued with his day.

And right at 5:05, Aubrey and Cameron came into the office.

“Hi, Aubrey McGriffin for Cameron McGriffin, we have an appointment at 5:15?” Aubrey asked the receptionist.

“Yes, I got you checked in and let me get your copay here….” Fay greeted as she pulled up Tina’s health insurance to see what her copay was for appointment before she got Tina’s copay before they sat down for all of two minutes before Max came out with Cameron’s file.

“Cameron?” Max called out hopefully.

“Wow you’re tall!” Cameron gazed up at Max as Max blushed because both Cameron and Aubrey were markedly shorter than him and Max felt like a giant looking down at both of them, despite this being the Lilliputian Section of Wings Unlimited that catered to Arlunes, Sprites, Nymphs, Fairies of the very small size. And being a nymph himself, there’s shouldn’t be that big of a difference. But right now, it seemed to be. But as cute and adorable as this little kid was, his mom? Oh she put the M in MILF, because while she was shorter, she was practically dangerously curvy and Max was sure she wasn’t trying to be sexy, but the cut of that business suit, and the flare between her ample chest, deliciously soft but still pretty cinched waist, and then that flare of hips and ass, hot damn. And damn pretty too. He was suddenly hungry, for more than just food at the moment.

Max had to remoisten his suddenly dry mouth as he blushed but smiled, appreciating Cameron’s honest candor.

“I am, I’m Max, I’ll be taking care of you today. Mr. Cameron.” Max managed to introduce himself before he gestured for them to follow him back into the appointment rooms.

Cameron giggled gleefully.

“It’s just Cam.” Cameron sheepishly corrected.

“Are you sure? You’re not Lord Cameron of the Camaroons?” Max teased which got Cameron to outright burst into laughter.

“I’m sure, if I was, my Mom would have told me about it.” Cameron offered.

Aubrey’s eyes were about to pop out of her head as she craned her head back to see the quite literal picturesque man who was going to be taking care of her son. Aubrey’s wings fluttered on impulse as she wanted to flutter up to see if Max was just as handsome eye level as he was from her lower point of view. Aubrey wondered ‘when Wings Unlimited had hired such gorgeous, tall, probably too young for her…wing specialists?’

But the closer she looked, the more she could see just the faintest greys in his hair, coming in on the sides of his head as she wondered if either he was young and starting to gray or if he was older and just was aging better than any fine wine she had ever known.

“How did you get to be so tall?” Cameron asked Max.

“I ate too many vegetables.” Max good naturedly smiled and nodded and escorted them to the room as Aubrey silently awed. Max was clearly, a great pediatric wing specialist. A natural with kids. And Cameron was now, asking Max a thousand questions on which vegetables were the reason for Max’s height so that Cameron’s height might improve as Aubrey walked behind them and noticed Cameron’s wings were being carried higher since Cameron was excited out the topic of conversation. Plus, this vantage point gave her a great view of Max’s backside despite Max’s medical scrubs. Broad shoulders, solid build, not quite a beanpole, but not a linebacker either, a nice mix between the two and Max’s wings were actually very handsome, very large, very strong, and they had this iridescence, almost a multichromatic appearance. Max was practically a male model- in a medical scrub catalog or just stepped away from doing a Medical Drama on TV, or something. She even looked and didn’t see anything that hinted at a ring either, so that just might mean he’d be single before she tried to stop those thoughts from going too astray, this was a professional appointment and she was herself, a professional, so professional courtesy must be maintained.

Especially once they came into the room and she saw a picture of Max with another little boy, about Cameron’s age, riding on his shoulders. Ah, well, father, that would explain the extraordinary ease with children, and Max may not be wearing a ring for sanitary reasons. And tried to quickly stamp down her attraction as fast as it had roared to life as she was content to sit in the other chair as Cameron sat into the special chair so that his wings could be carefully stretched out and laid out to be attended to.

“Are you Charlie’s Dad?” Cameron asked as he pointed to the picture of Max and the other little boy.

“No, actually, that’s my little brother, obviously you two know each other, from school I’m guessing huh?” Max reasoned.

“Yeah! I’m really hoping that my wing’s aren’t so hurt that I can’t go on the class field trip to the Enchanted Garden Center in two weeks.” Cameron revealed.

“Ah, I see, yeah, Charlie’s really looking forward to that too.” Max nodded in understanding.

“But before we think about future field trips let’s get your wings patched up right now.” Max redirected Cameron’s attention.

“Now you just tell me if anything starts to hurt ok Bud?” Max encouraged.

“Ok.” Cameron agreed as Cameron settled into the special chair and Max oh so carefully unfolded the wings to give them a proper assessment.

“Oof, you sure did stress these wings out. What happened?” Max asked sincerely which practically made Aubrey swoon. Ok, so he was a good big brother, that would explain his ease, and…any man that handsome should probably have an equally beautiful girlfriend or fiance or even a wife too. Right?

“I was trying to show off for a girl at school.” Cameron confessed.

“And was she impressed?” Max asked as he carefully unfolded Cameron’s wings onto the special table so they could extend fully so that Max could assess them and began to get to work on repairing the stress fractures, but doing so as gently yet quickly as he could while he distracted Cameron with conversation.

“She wasn’t even looking or noticed at all.” Cameron pouted as Max and Aubrey shared a meaningful grin.

“Well, you are only 8 there Bud, how about you try to focus more on school and letting your wings grow just to carry you before you try to ask them to carry more than they’re ready to carry yet. Your wings are still growing, just like you’re still growing, but usually if we get hurt, we get a bump, a bruise, but we heal right? Wings are a bit more delicate and complicated than that, and let me tell ya now, if you damage them too much right now, and keep overdoing it, they just might fall off.” Max “warned” Cameron with a small wink and another grin to Aubrey who giggled and mouthed ‘thank you’ appreciatively. As Max wondered what had gotten into him. That was so, so unprofessional to do just then. Winking at a pediatric patient’s parent? But it got her laugh, and that was honestly one of the better sounds he had heard all day. And the way she was sitting pretty in that seat made her look like a dish he was suddenly hungry for. Gods he needed to get laid, he did not need this probably sweet, innocent mom thinking he was some kind of creeper or anything. But while he inwardly batttled with himself, her mouthed ‘thank you’ totally made the risk worth it.

“Wait, that’s a real thing?! I thought my mom just told me that to keep me from doing stuff.” Cameron asked, shocked to hear that such a thing was possible.

“Oh I see it all the time. That’s why you gotta listen to your Mom and be extra careful. You’re still young, you’re still growing, and so are your wings, so you have to take care of them, and they’ll take care of you ok Cam? Can you do that for me? Can you be careful with these until they heal?” Max asked as Cameron nodded his head yes adamantly as Max finished up putting extra bracing and support and an extra layer of cushioning so that Cameron could wear his wings comfortably until they fully healed. Honestly, a few stress fractures, nothing serious and nothing a few weeks of not flying wouldn’t fix.

“Ok, all done, how do they feel?” Max asked once he was done and helped Cameron sit back up and watched Cam carefully orientate his wings before they folded up, rather neatly, even if one side was a bit bulkier than the other because of the extra bracing and support.

“It feels like I have my backpack back on. Like, back when they were still curled in their fuzzies.” Cameron admitted.

“Yup, that’s normal. Now, you’re gonna come back and see me in about three to four weeks ok? We’ll peek under the bracing and see if they need to stay on a little longer or if we got really lucky and we caught this in time, and averted total disaster.” Max offered a bit emphatically.

“I take it, no flying or or any other roughhousing while the braces are on?” Aubrey guessed as Max smiled brightly.

“Your Mom is one smart Lady, Mr. Cameron, she took the words right out of my mouth. You can still sleep on your back if you’re a back sleeper but that’s about it. I know, it will be frustrating when all the other kids are flying all over during recess, but while you may be grounded for now, it won’t last forever. It’ll be over before you know it.” Max encouraged as he finished with the doctor’s note for Cameron to get out of any physical activities that required for him to use his wings for- as he handed it to Aubrey who took it gratefully.

“Well, tell you what Cam, when you get healed up we’ll have a playdate with all your friends ok? We’ll go somewhere really fun.” Aubrey offered to Cam.

“Can Charlie and Max come?” Cameron asked as Max’s jaw partially dropped open but his brain sputtered and short circuited but was about ready to scream ‘yes!’ as he grew bashful and flustered, which made no sense to him. Because he had had so many flirty patients before and he was usually composed and professional but with Aubrey’s bright eyes, mischievous grin and those curves that were sending him back to his hormone teenager again.

“If Max has the time off and their mom Cheryl says yes, sure.” Aubrey giggled to see Max’s reaction.

“Yeah, I gotta make sure it’s ok with my Mom first too.” Max managed to say.

“But you’re a grown up! You still have to listen to your mom even as a grown up?” Cameron asked Max.

“Honey, he was teasing. If Max is working, he’s working, he has a job just like I do. But yes, adults sometimes actually go to their own parents to talk and ask for all sorts of things.” Aubrey offered.

“Like beer money and bail money?” Cameron blurted out and it was Aubrey and Max who both guffawed at Cameron’s outburst.

“Who called Mimi and PawPaw and asked for either of those things?” Aubrey asked.

“Aunt Trixie.” Cam answered.

“Of course she did.” Aubrey sighed in defeat with a shake of her head as her features soured.

“Is that your aunt or your mom’s aunt?” Max couldn’t help but ask.

“She’s my aunt, she’s my mom’s baby sister.”

“Ah, so because she’s the youngest sister she got spoiled rotten?” Max gathered.

“I take it you have one of those.” Aubrey suddenly turned towards him.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure Cam will tell you all about how Charlie’s little sister Missy…” Max began.

“Is a Monster in the Making!” Cameron finished for him.

“Oh, and how old is Princess Missy?” Aubrey asked Max.

“She’s six. My parent’s thought they were done with me and my big brothers. But then Charlie was a surprise and so my parents thought that Charlie needed a playmate and behold, after four sons, a daughter. And she is both Daddy’s Little Princess and Mommy’s too.” Max laughed.

“Well, let’s just hope that when Missey grows up she doesn’t treat your parents like ATM Machines and literal “get out of jail free cards” either.” Aubrey offered.

“Oh, I plan to be far, far away before that trainwreck catches on fire.” Max laughed.

“Tell you what Cam, even if Charlie can’t make it, can I still come? I will bring cookies, brownies, beer, I mean um…” Max had to stop himself before Aubrey threw her head back and laughed so hard.

“Oh if you’re bringing the beer, I’m bringing lime and tequila.” Aubrey teased.

“It’s a date.” Max nodded.

“Here, write your number down so I can totally fit that into the schedule.” Aubrey invited and Max didn’t need to think twice before he quickly took that excuse note and wrote his cell number down on it.

“Three to four weeks, if not sooner.” Aubrey offered.

“If not sooner. Actually, Cam, you know I just might be able to go with Charlie to the Enchanted Gardens as a Chaperone.”

“Good because I’m already going as one too.” Aubrey smiled victoriously.

“See you then.” She then winked and clicked her teeth before she all but strut out of there with Max watching rather lustfully as that round, plump derriere practically hypnotized him.

Yeah, totally worth the extra appointment.

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