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moriartyluver · 1 year ago

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hello! can I request suggestive modern university au!william having a make out session with his girlfriend and she gets a call from her parents who are very toxic+strict so she’s telling them about how she’s alone at home currently while william is kissing all over her neck and caressing her all over

A/N: this is the first time I’ve written a purely not very sfw oneshot so uhhh keep in mind it might not be very good lol. I’m getting more comfortable writing stuff like this though but I’d like some feedback 😭

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Format: oneshot

Prompt: steamy interrupted make out with liam

Genre: suggestive.

Warnings: spicy, mildly nsfw, reader is female, college au!, strict & toxic parents, William is slightly OOC? no specific dynamics..maybe soft/teasing dom liam , kissing, a few love bites, William’s a bit of a hoe (/hj), liams a menace to society

“HOLD STILL, MY LOVE” William’s hand held your hip in place gently as he spoke between kisses. He leaned forwards once more to press his (now slightly swollen and red from how long you had been making out) lips to yours, moaning in bliss

How had a study date with your boyfriend ended up with you straddling his waist, hands unable to keep to themselves and lips only parting from each other’s when you or your beautiful boyfriend needed to breathe? You hadn’t exactly known but his teasing and lingering touches as he explained maths problems to you certainly played a part

You moaned into his mouth as he played with you hair, using his other hand to massage the side of your hip, his tongue exploring your mouth, fuelled by each noise you made.

Ring Ring

A noise came from a few inches away from you. You hesitantly pulled away from william, a single string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his tongue. He peaked over to see the contact name on your phone, now in your hand. From the contact (‘sperm donor’, yours and William’s mutual friend Sherlock had suggested it for your irritating father), he could tell your parents were calling.

You picked up with a sigh, unaware of the mischievous smile tugging at your boyfriend’s lips.

“Hello—?”

“(Name)! How are you? Why haven’t you visited?” You heard your mother say from the other line. Any moment now, she and your father would likely start acting the way they usually do. Annoying? Overly strict? Toxic? Many words could be used to describe the people you had the displeasure of calling your parents.

“I’m fine..schools been a bit much recently so I haven’t had to chance to come visit.” Although that wasn’t a total lie, upon hearing how much you detested spending time with your parents over having a social life, william had decided it was his duty to take you on dates every so often to both allow you to have fun and not have you resort to visiting your parents whenever you craved human contact. He would also allow you to tag along with him and his two brothers, occasionally his friends too, who all treated you like one of their own (but William would much rather keep you to himself)

Your father didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Are you sure? If we find you’ve been going to parties or messing around with boys, you’ll be in a lot of trouble, young lady!”

As if on cue, william had his face pressed into the crook of your neck, placing kisses all over your soft skin. Your breath hitched, one hand placed over your mouth to muffle any noises indicative of pleasure, holding the phone in your other. Your mother had started a rant, complaining about you going away for university instead of staying at some crappy state one back home, all while William had slowly unbuttoned your—or rather his that he had left a few days ago— shirt to allow him access to more of you.

“Liam..!” You scolded in a whisper as you tugged at his hair. He let out a soft laugh, caressing your thigh. He knew the effect he had on you and he felt no shame using that to entertain himself. The heat creeping up onto your cheeks and the way you held back any noises, it was all too addictive, you couldn’t blame him.

“Is there someone else with you? Don’t tell me there’s a boy!” Your mother exclaimed “we didn’t send you to university to go get a boyfriend, you bitch! (Fathers name)! Tell her to be honest with us!”

You rolled your eyes. Each word they spoke was pointless. You already had yourself a perfect, respectful boyfriend who loved you dearly and it certainly was not affecting your grades. They had been better than ever thanks to him, well they could be jeopardised if the rest of your future study sessions would somehow end up with the two of you kissing ‘till you were breathless (or more if William had his way)

“There’s nobody here, honest!” William snorted mockingly as you spoke earning an embarrassed glare from you. You were such a bad liar, but you were his bad liar and that made up for it. He pointed to the television in your room to help you, his pretty girlfriend, out. “It’s just the tv..! I’m watching tv.”

“That’s my girl,” william whispered, rewarding you with a bruise on your neck. He kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin as you coughed, a moan clawing at your throat, ready to hang up on your parents, although they wouldn’t allow you to do such a thing.

“Stop watching tv! You should be studying, you failure! Turn that damn thing off if you don’t want to end up as some beggar on the streets,” william had easily confirmed he would likely never ever like either of your parents till the day he was on his death bed. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply for a few seconds, not because he had upset you but because if you did, william would probably do something else to cause you to moan aloud , getting you disowned in a single call.

“R-Right..I’ll go study..Ah..” you put a hand over your mouth in surprise at the noise that escaped your lips, smacking William on the head playfully as he nibbled at the skin on your shoulder, another hand squeezing your waist, caressing the flesh with his thumb. “On second thought..I should probably rest. I might have caught something..I feel sick..must’ve been that annoying mosquito in my room, biting me late at night..! If I catch that pest again I’ll hit him with my shoe!”

Before your parents could protest, you hung up, tossing your phone aside. “Thank god that’s over,” you muttered

“I must say, darling, mosquito isn’t the most affectionate nickname for me..I have many other suggestions if you wish to hear them,” william smiled innocently except you knew he was far from innocent. Very far.

You turned to him with a light hearted glare “I don’t want to hear you talk about affection.” You said, your voice clearly annoyed. “What was with you? Were you upset with the lack of attention or something?”

William didn’t answer your question, instead, he continued smirking and although it was terribly attractive, you wanted to wipe that expression off his face at the same time. Your boyfriend sensed your annoyance, taking your hands in his as he quickly shifted your positions. You were now laying beneath him on the couch, your back pressed against the soft material as you let out a quiet gasp in surprise.

Your hands were pinned above your head as William rested his head back into your neck, kissing the skin as you finally were able to express to him how skilful he was as he littered lovebites over your exposed skin.

“If I cannot have your attention all the time, I should make use of it while I can, shouldn’t I, sweetheart?” William hummed as he continued to unbutton his shirt to be removed from your figure “Let me continue where we left off..~”

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #—a’s asks 💌

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violueta · 7 months ago

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who else ready to YAP! hihi i go by a ton of aliases and forgot which one i applied with my bad but im mika and im here with jangmi, a brand new muse that i cant wait to develop with u all :D just drop a like and i'll send u a dm to get plotting :3 (my about section for her is coming soon..a lil busy atm T^T)

just some ooc info before i go on a massive ramble about her, im currently a full time student dealing with end of semester assignment rush and exams so excuse me if replies are sporadic..if i ever take over 24 hours please just bump me or something... im also really new to tumblr so..excuse any mistakes :3

sry 4 this i wrote it out n im too lazy to proofread

BACKGROUND

lee jangmi, born 3003 to a middle class family, being her parent's little girl who got spoiled beyond belief. the amount of stress her parents went through to have her made them treasure her greatly, always making sure she was always happy.

family life was good! family life was happy! until both her parents lost their jobs due to sizing down, leaving the family with a complete lack of income. her father found a job rather quickly but it paid significantly less than what they originally had and they were still relying on one income so things were a bit tight. jangmi was blissfully unaware of this fact at the bright young age of one, her parents always putting on their happiest faces to their daughter and still going out of their way to give her a wonderful childhood. with the help of her maternal grandmother, jangmi was raised in the most loving household a girl could ask for.

however, this lack of money was catching up as her mother fell behind in terms of systems, her father needing added packages and upgrades to work but not being able to afford any for his wife. this meant that her family had fallen to a socioeconomic status that terrascape paid less care to. one day jangmi's mother dropped her off at her grandmother's so that she could spend the day trying to find a job, as she had been doing for around three years at this point. that night, her mother never picked her up and her father called up, wondering if she was with jangmi.

she was not.

after a week or so, jangmi's father had accepted that his wife was gone. unable to deal with life without the woman he loved and a daughter that was constantly distressed with the lack of her mother, he gave jangmi to her grandmother and disconnected from terra to search for his wife, knowing she might've left him but she would've never left jangmi.

so from the age of four, jangmi was raised by her grandparents and their elderly neighbours and they raised her just as she was used to, loving and a little bit spoiled. being raised in such a good for environment, the girl is quite unaware of the bad side of the world; she thinks that terra truly is paradise where everyone is always happy and thriving, simply because that's how she and the people she's aurrounded herself with have done in life.

well, she tries to think that way at least. having her parents leave with the only explaination of 'they went on an adventure!' even at the age of 20 has her craving to know more, has her wanting to figure out what happened with her parents. once she hit her teens and started actively staying awake at night, she discovered a glitch in which the entire server just frozen in time? she's never actively done anything during this hour as the idea of fucking up something scares her greatly but, she's always blamed that glitch on the reason why her parents are gone.

for now she prefers living in ignorant bliss, treating terra the way that terrascape wants her to, as a modern day garden of eden which, it kind of is considring how lucky she's been in life. maybe her ignorance is just to avoid losing her lifestyle of living upper middle class, knowing the place is a lot darker than she puts on. even after bae gyuok, she chooses to ignore this massive event, acting as if nothing has happened in the first place. (although, in her own time she's trying to figure things out but, she isn't getting very far)

PERSONALITY

she's soft spoken and gentle, often just going along with the crowd and trying her best to fit in as she would rather die than ever be seen as different. she puts herself out as confident yet not cocky, extroverted but not loud; a perfect personality that will have people love her, just as she's always been loved by those around her. though her gentle nature and willingness to go along with people is natural, she's hardly the social creature she seems to be, preferring a night in with her grandparents and their dog watching old movies. she lacks her own perception of self as a consequence for trying so hard to fit in and she sometimes gets jealous of others who are more willing to be themselves, arguing with people who disagree with her out of sadness, not anger. she can let herself get carried away when spurred on and can be quite reactive at times, a reason why she surrounds herself with people so similar to her; she can keep her image.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

u see i kinda suck at these? i like coming up with plots with specific characters in mind BUTT!! here's some vague ideas.

friends, ex-crushes, aquaintances, neighbours, all that stuff. maybe someone who she finally expresses her worries to? like late night talks about terra and how theyre realising the system seems a lil..Off..

IDK! im okay with anything :D just (as i said before) give this a like or send a dm to me first if ur in the mood to plot with her! i can use dc if it's easier :3

#ts:intro #⠀ ⠀ 이장미⠀ ⠀ &̲ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐎𝐎𝐂⠀ :⠀ 🪽

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aesopsbaby · 3 years ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: Kai Chisaki | Overhaul

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You're destroying your body with those sweets that you love so much. Kai doesn't think you need them. He wants to take care of you.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Finally got to writing again <3 This is basically a darling that works at a cafe and Kai is delusional- Wanting to keep darling safe but also wanting them to continue being happy.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Yandere themes, delusional behaviour, stalking(?), Darling works at a cafe, Kai is ooc I think

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Nefelibata

Soft and warm...almost like you could drown in it in bliss. Its like the soft glow of the sun peeking out from behind fluffy clouds...he thinks.

It doesn't make sense,how could he,Kai Chisaki,have thought of something so completely illogical? Since when has anyone anything caused him to lose his demeanour and sharp mind?

You weren't even unique. If anything,you seemed so..average. You blended in so well with the crowd that he would've walked past the cafe without so much as a second glance. But he didn't. He looked back and never looked away from you. What was it that drawn you to him?

The sounds of skittering and rats squeaking keeps him on edge,his entire figure is tense. He hates this. Hates being here,in the dark alleyway. The putrid stench of garbage causes him to scrunch his nose slightly as it seeps through the fabric of his black mask. He hates being in the dark alleyway but he doesn't move from his spot. It was the perfect spot,the cafe you were in is directly infront of him and he can almost get a clear view of you.

He was rubbing furiously at his forearm now,feeling an outbreak of hives crawling up his arm at the environment. "How inconvenient..how disgusting.."

He muttered,along with a short curse. His gaze trailed up to survey the area.

....

Well..it was only an excuse he gave himself. He wanted to see you. To see what you were doing.

It was weird. He hates this feeling. He doesn't know why, but he wants, no, needs to know what you were doing. At all times.

It's so confusing to him , it's almost making him feel sick. His patience is running thin and if he doesn't understand why he's feeling so infatuated with you, he might just end your pathetic little life. He can't have you getting him distracted,after all.

Oh. Oh.

His hand had long ceased its aggressiveness on his arm,his eyes were slowly widening as his gaze once again landed on your form.

The way you sip from your straw and relish in the sweetness that coated your tongue. The way your eyes close instantly after the taste hit your mouth. A soft smile graced your lips as you sigh contentedly after fulfilling your sugary cravings.

The sides of his eye crinkle slightly as he felt the ends of his lips tugging upwards to form a small smile. His entire body relaxed at the sight of your expression and behavior. It was humorous how one can act so blissfully unaware of their surroundings and indulge in such...sickening addictions-(as he would call it) ,while also maintaining to be so pure and untainted.

Almost as if nothing had ever happened, he composed himself immediately after his eyes had widened. His usual calm and collected self is back-(sort of.), his eyes were cold and calculative once again.

You were smiling again.

But this time,he didn't smile. Instead, Kai felt a wave of frustration and confusion wash over him.

He wanted so badly to rush into that cafe and forcefully rip those sugary filth that you loved oh so much, away from you. He wanted to clean your mouth out , to put a stop to all your unhealthy desires. He wanted to keep you , pure.

He understood,sure he does. He knows that those disgusting diabetes-covered goodness are vital for your happiness. He has seen how your mood can be improved just by digesting those things. But..damn it, he would be lying if he said it didn't bother him that your health is at risk.

"Oh! Hello there!"

He snapped out of his trance at the sound of your voice. He hadn't even noticed that he had walked into the cafe. Looking at you now, up close ,is almost enough to make him want to continue letting you indulge in your sugary fantasies. Almost

Right.. You were on your break. He wasn't supposed to come in. He is ruining his plan. He was supposed to wait a while longer. He was content in just watching you from afar. He ruined it,his plan,he ruined it. Since when has Kai Chisaki messed anything up? Everything is going wrong--

"Sir? Are you not used to the menu in our cafe?"

Once again you brought him back as he now stares back at you. You,still adorning that smile while he has a look of surprise. A look that doesn't seem like it will ever fit on his face.

"I could introduce to you one of my favourites! It's..."

He could care less,really. He has no need for such indulges. But he likes your voice, likes how you put him at ease as he lets his body relax as that small and soft smile tugs at his lips once again.

For now,he'll let you have your fun. He'll let you drown yourself in those sugary coated nightmares. You don't seem to ever have any concern for your consequences,he noted. Such an oblivious and blissfully ignorant little thing.

Kai mentally noted that he'll fix this. Soon,of course. He can't risk having you continue to destroy your own body because you can't think for yourself,for your future. But that's okay, he will take care of everything for you.

After all, you're his angel.

#yandere bnha #Yandere Kai Chisaki #Yandere overhaul #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Kai Chisaki x Reader #Yandere Bnha x Reader

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night-rook · 4 years ago

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Only Regret

Word Count: 1,054

Reader Type: Female

Story Type: Jujutsu Kaisen, Historical Japan Timeline (?)

Beware: Angst, one cuss word

Summary: Sorcerers always have something to regret. Even Sukuna.

Key terms: n/a

Rook’s Notes: I just felt the sad wave and this happened. Sukuna is probably- most likely- OOC, but oh well

A deep growl escaped from deep within his chest as the humans gathered around his towering body. Bewildered crimson irises darted in every direction, recognizing the faces that hid beneath each clothed sorcerer. Their gathered cursed energy bound his body to the cold dirt. Unable to move as they drew closer to him, the giant could only clench his fists. His nails digging into the palm of his hands due to the growing frustration. The large curse made a feeble admit of breaking the chains, but the grouped sorcerers’ energy outdid his strength. What else did he expect with the large mass of humans?

Closing his eyes, the man tilted his head up towards the lunar star above. It’s gentle light illuminated around him, painting the griming atmosphere with more serene. A soft night breeze blew through the woods as it glided his floral locks back, like a ghostly hand brushing back the loose strands.

The little time he had left to roam was spent on having his limbs manacled. As the shaman begin their ritual, Sukuna used the little energy he had to perform a simple technique. His eyes remained closed as he envisioned a small garden around him.

Bushes of roses, sakurasou, and ume decorated the greenery. The sakura tree was in full bloom as its petals flowed down before the wind carried them away. The fade red petals trailed gently to a small child as they kicked the termari ball up into the air.

The ringing of the bell rang with each kick before they missed and caused the ball to escape from them. Their eyes followed the ball as it stopped at the feet of the floral haired curse. Their eyes widen at the sight of the man before running up to him.

“Daddy! I missed you!” they cheered with the brightest small their tiny face could mastered.

Sukuna kneeled down and wrapped his arms around their small frame, pulling them close to his chest. “Hello, my little one. I missed you, darling.” a dry chuckle slipped through him.

He pulled away slightly to see their youthful appearance. Their messy mop of hair being a blend of his and their mother’s. The innocent glow behind their irises were nothing like his but the color was nearly identical. Healthy skin painted their child body as it was clothed in a kimono similar to his. Sukuna could only smile down at them as they bask the blissful hold of their father.

As he engraved the appearance of his offspring, an audible gasp caught his attention. Looking away from the small being in his arms, Sukuna was greeted by the sight of his lover. Their white kimono is bright compared to the burgundy walls of the shrine, nearly emulating the moon. He reached out a hand to his love. Without hesitation, they went up to him and held onto his hand with a smoothing touch.

Their eyes traced his exposed skin as they picked up on the bruising around his inked wrists. Looking up at him, they knew what was happening almost immediately by simply reading his blood eyes. His iris that held a bloodlust for violence yet warmth with affection towards them, the same eyes held lamentation.

His lover leaned into his touch as he stared into their eyes. He rubbed their cheek as a tear escaped from them.

“Why is mommy crying?” his child tilted their head, puzzled by their mother’s sad expression.

“I’m not..,” His love quickly blinked away the remaining tears as they shook their head, placing their hand over his as he held their cheek, “I’m not crying.”

Sukuna stared at his love a bit more, reminiscing on their beauty once more despite the sorrow they tried to mask. Turning away, he focused his attention to his child. “Can you make me a promise, little one?”

They gleefully nodded and bounced in his arms. He chuckled at their excitement, nearly forgetting the situation he was placed in. He reached one hand up to pat the top of their small head and leaned close so he was in their eye level.

“Promise to always help your mother. Be there for her,” his voice wavered slightly from the pain being inflicted onto him. His physical body getting hacked apart by the wretched sorcerers, yet he kept the manifestation up. “You are going to be Mommy’s guardian-”

“Just like Daddy!” Sukuna nodded as they grinned up at him with pride.

Sukuna leaned in close to them and little bumped his head against theirs. “Yes. Just like Daddy.” a childish giggle rang as his child stared into his eyes.

The king of curse slowly raised up and held up his child, pulling his love closer as he felt her body shake from her deep despondency. The two humans in his arms, the two most precious gems that he was leaving behind were tucked away safely from those dreadful jujutsu bastards.

“My little curse, I want you to know that I love you both. I love you so much.” His hold tightened around them as his manifested body started to flicker in strength. Sukuna knew his time was drawing to a close. “I’ll always look over you. For all eternity..”

He smiled down at his child once more before pressing a tender kiss on their forehead. Their giggle forever repeating in his memory. A little yawn escaped from them as their eyes fluttered closed, accepting the need of sleep.

Sukuna turned his head towards his love and gently tilted her head up. The despair shadowed her eyes as his presence was weakening. He drew close to her and captured her lips in one last kiss, pouring what remained in his still heart to her.

He gently slipped their sleeping child into her arms. The feeling of regret grew within him. Sukuna held his love close to him once more. His arms wrapped around her as tightly as he could, to remember the feeling of their body pressed against his while she held onto their child.

His love watched his manifestation fade into the night. Slowly drifting away from her sight as the moon grew bright around her. Looking up at the starry sky, she let the silent tears fall at the loss of her beloved king. Their child unaware of their father’s sealing.

#jjk sukuna x reader #jjk #jjk sukuna #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #ryoumen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna angst #fuck its 2am #i was in an angst mood #how am i still awake #thank yuji i have a day off #jujustu kaisen #idk what to add

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junova · 4 years ago

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↬ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 | 𝐫. 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

abstract — the one where ransom gets a taste of his own medicine, but you happen to be so much sweeter than he’s ever been.

pairing — ooc!ransom drysdale x fem!reader

wc — 4.1k+ im so sorry lmao

warnings — cheating (if u squint its very vague), angst, fluff, slight self deprecation, ransom is kinda nice idk, i want a soft!ransom drysdale now pls, this is also very messy so read at ur own risk!

[m blabs] — howdy howdy! first time ransom fic. woot woot! still kinda finding my voice w writing so i hope you like it! <333

His mouth set in a hard line as you continued to curl into his chest, the span of your confidence seemed to be wiped away with a nightmare from the past. Part of him was upset you hadn’t told him anything, the blind leading the blind, as you stepped foot into his family event. Seeing the last person you’d ever thought would be there.

Surely by now, he thought you would trust him but it was more than evident you still didn’t. You persisted on hiding everything from him, anything you were sure might tick him off.

Well, Ransom wasn’t necessarily known for biting his tongue. Although, in your presence, he was learning what to say and where to say it.

It really surprised him. Not one woman had been able to tame him, not since he’d be fucking everyone in sight. His desire was endless and not one single individual would be enough for his fill.

Then, he found you drunk and sobbing on the concrete, right outside of the bar he was exiting. To this day, he still couldn’t tell you why he stopped for you. He never really paid attention to anyone if it wasn’t to his own benefit. Ultimately, meeting you was, even if he wouldn’t realize it then.

You flinched from his touch when he patted your shoulder, gently asking if you were alright. If anyone asked him, Ransom would surely deny he felt you pull at the strings of his heart in an instant.

He just knew.

Maybe it’s why it took him so long to accept it, to believe in what he felt for you. Definitely not because you did nothing but be the most wonderful human he’d ever met. More had to do with him.

Ransom dropped you off the first night you met in your small apartment downtown, definitely on the rougher side where he thought his Rolex sporting his wrist may get stolen.

A cute little thing like you living in a neighborhood like this — didn’t make much sense to him. Then again, it certainly checked out with his privilege why he didn’t.

Truly, Ransom didn’t realize how fortunate he truly was. Of course being a trust fund brat gave him the ignorance to live in an unmatched state of bliss.

He still remembers the moment.

Watching as you fumbled with your keys, finding it more than difficult to open your front door. It was cute, with your tongue poking out between your lips in concentration. Now, he wondered how he’d forgotten why he’d gone to get hammered at the bar in the first place.

“Here, let me help.” New to Ransom, he offered a giving hand. Grabbing the key from your jittering fingertips before unlocking your door. He tried to hand you back your keys, but you pulled him so close, your chest touching his own. Dragging two rapid hearts through your apartment.

“You smell like him.” A dopey smile on your face lighting every dark sight of Ransom, not that you’d know it did. “I smell like who?”

“My ex-boyfriend.” Your hands cupping his cheek, but you were too drunk to realize how Ransom flinched from your touch.

He didn’t push you away either.

“But he definitely didn’t look this good.” Defying all laws of his own nature, Ransom let you stay in close proximity to him as you felt him up. Your hand resting on his chest, traveling lower stopping at his stomach. “Definitely didn’t feel this good.”

He watched as you sighed, your puffy eyes were only slightly swollen and the mascara was still staining your skin with the rest of the makeup you wore. If anyone had asked him, you’d looked like a wreck but he still found you alluring.

Ransom always liked his women looking more than fucked out, usually from gagging around his cock. Not crying over a broken heart. Nope. He definitely did not like dealing with a woman's sorrow.

“He never let me touch him though. Guess that should have tipped me off.” You let your hands travel back up, wounding themselves around his neck before they applied more pressure — pulling him into you.

Ransom found you pretty confident for not even knowing anything more than his first name and the car he drove you in. You were definitely craving attention and maybe he’d be more than happy to oblige but the little voice in his head Dr. Shoal told him to listen to was being a pestering, little bitch.

What did Ransom want?

Right now he wanted to drown himself in some sweet ass pussy. He knew you would give yourself easily to him, especially in your drunken state. Clinging onto him like he was a vine.

The smaller part of him, the better part, knew you were drunk out of your mind. Absolutely plastered, but you had to stand there looking like a goddess.

He didn’t really know why he was letting you touch him, maybe in hopes the deeper, darker side of him would win like it always did. Ransom knew better, even if he tried to hide it from everyone including himself.

He liked you. From the very first moment, he knew he’d have to get you. Whether it cost your own sanity or his, Ransom didn’t care.

It’s why he left you drunk and alone, safely tucked into the comfort of your sheets with his number left in your phone. Even taking the liberty of texting himself from it.

He could never be too careful. Letting you slip through his fingers was simply not an option.

Thanks to him, you didn’t forget about him.

The next morning your memory only held vague images of a handsome stranger helping you home, thankfully he seemed to be nothing more than a doting gentlemen. The first for you to ever come across.

Until later in the afternoon the following day, Ransom introduced himself and checked up on you, worming his presence into your life.

Then he kept talking to you everyday, surprising even himself in the matter. Truly, he couldn’t help it. Part of him loved how gently you spoke to him on the phone. No one ever talked to him with such a level of care.

He always warranted yelling, usually he was the one who stirred the pot. He enjoyed it, and thrived in a chaotic environment. It’s what he grew up in. Ransom was more than comfortable with his own family yelling and cursing him out until the sun came up. He did just the same.

So, whenever you sweetly asked him how he was, it threw him off guard.

Not a single soul even cared or bothered to ask him anything. Truth be told, Ransom was a sack of shit treating everyone like they were the gum beneath his shoe. It didn’t matter who talked to him — Ransom was simply more superior in every conceivable way.

He would succumb to not a single soul. Paving his own way through life, with only the money from his trust fund of course.

Then the two of you fell into each other and he could pinpoint the exact moment he did.

The weeks and months blended together. He couldn’t really tell you why he was still lingering around, while he got nothing in return. You did get him off once or twice, but he wasn’t fucking you like he really wanted to.

Maybe it was the innocence in your eyes pulling his soul into the very little good he still had left within him. Or maybe it was the way your thumb dragged over his cheek when you thought he was in slumber, blissfully unaware of your touch.

More importantly his favorite thing, the way you let him hold you when the two of you cuddled. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, bouncy cheeks pressed into whatever knit sweater he decided to wear that day.

It was all the little things, unknowingly making him fall in deep like he never had before.

Unwelcoming to him, his mother came barreling in one Sunday afternoon, while you slept in his arms. Even as Linda screamed his name, you never jolted, out like a log. Safe in the peace he kept you in.

Linda looked annoyed, irritated he even had company in the first place but not surprised. What truly shocked her was they both had clothes on. Not truly believing Ransom was capable of such a sinless interaction.

He knew what she wanted; he didn’t even have to move from his position to continue a private conversation. Not that it would get him off the couch, and out of your embrace in the first place.

“I said no. Don’t know why you bothered coming here.” Linda angrily sighed. “You should at least show up.”

Ransom didn’t notice, but subconsciously continued to run his fingertips up and down your spine. Linda did. She noticed that he didn’t even care she was judging him, but let you remain unbothered sleeping in her son’s embrace.

“It’s for Walt. You need to be there.” She stepped closer, hoping the increase in her volume would wake you. “I expect you to grace us with your wonderful presence as does the rest of the family.”

The sarcasm dripped, attempting to coax him out of the four walls he never seemed to leave. Not recently, anyhow.

“I already told you, I can’t.” Now Ransom was irritated and he really wished she would calm the fuck down. It was one day, one event. There would always be another, that much wasn’t lost on him. “I have plans. Send him my best.”

Assuming it was the rumbling of his chest when he spoke, you moved jolting yourself in his arms, before remaining still again. His heartbeat continues to soothe you.

“You have plans? What else could be more important than your family?” The louder Linda’s voice grew the more you stirred, pissing him off.

He really needed to change his locks.

Even if he had no intention of going, he needed his mother to leave. Really for your own sake — trying to save you from Linda giving you a cold shoulder followed with a third degree burn.

“Fine. I’ll go. Can you just leave?” She accepted Ransom’s submission, before looking at your figure. Sound asleep and clinging to her one and only, sinking your claws into him.

She really didn’t like the way Ransom was looking at you. Linda was positive he would never be able to care about someone other than himself, but here he was, holding you close to his chest.

Almost like his life depended on it.

“Who is she to you?” With a raised eyebrow, eyes narrowing to you before meeting back with Ransom’s cerulean blues.

“I don’t know yet.” Ransom paused looking down at you, so beautiful. Holding a light so pure, so radiant; he hoped no matter how cruel he could be, he’d never act like that towards you. “Maybe someone I don’t deserve, but want to be better for.”

His rough, calloused fingers drawing mindless patterns on the exposed skin of your waist. He didn’t know what Linda said next or when she left.

Time seemed to stand still, his confession hitting his chest fiercely. He let himself sit with it for a moment, before you woke up. Enjoying a moment where he didn’t have to deal with anything, he didn’t have to say a word.

He could just enjoy the moment without eyes judging him or you questioning why his eyes seemed to shine just a bit brighter whenever you were around.

It was the first of many. Moments where he felt small pieces of himself chipped away into your care. Planes of existences within him no one had ever scratched the surface of.

Much like right now as you cried into his chest, begging for mercy.

Because you were afraid. Terrified you had made the worst mistake, an unforgivable one. You lied about your past and to Ransom it felt like more than a betrayal. More accurately he felt a dagger in his heart placed strategically with your murderous hands.

He’d never felt such empathy and pain at once. Maybe he’d never been empathetic a day in his life at all.

Until now.

To make matters worse, he knew his entire family was watching the whole scene from the window. It wasn’t from worry or concern for either one of you. Mainly all of them enjoying pain being inflicted on Ransom.

Linda of course wallowing in her ego, he could practically see her bask in her own pride. Another thing she’d been right about checked off the list.

The rest of the family watched the two of you fight with shiteating grins permanently stamped on their face. They’d never seen Ransom care about anyone but you. To watch the relationship he held so close to his heart blow up so publicly, only fueled the fire to Ransom’s rage.

Except Harlan.

Even through his hot, beating anger Ransom was trying his best to comfort you. To calm you down even if you had been the one to be caught red handed. Harlan couldn’t believe it, someone Ransom seemed to care about more than himself.

More than any of his family. Not that Harlan was offended. Well, maybe a little, but more so he was thrilled his grandson finally found someone he had to grow up for. Someone he had to earn, not buy.

No bribes. No schemes. No games.

Just you.

“Hugh, please talk to me.” How could he? It’s not like he had much to say. Maybe he did, he just wasn’t sure how to get the words out without hurting you or himself.

“I know I lied and I fucked up, but please — we need to talk about it.” Soft hands reaching for his own, but he brushed them off, his hands snaked higher on your waist. “We should have talked about this the moment you met me.”

Dead silence is all you were met with as he walked the fine line of pushing you away, leaving you behind and pulling you closer than he ever had.

“You’re right. I should have told you the truth but can you blame me?” He met you with solemn eyes and his own heart beating rapidly. “Yes I can.” Ransom was trying to act cold and distant but the two windows to his soul told a different story.

“That’s fair.” Even as he was holding you, Ransom still felt like he was a galaxy away. He was withholding himself from you like a turtle retracting into their own protection. A year ago, before he met you, he knew he would have never even recognized it.

Now, you made it possible for him to be aware of just how much he had changed. He broke old habits of his own just to please you so when you disappointed him, this unreachable high standard he held you to, it shattered his sense of self.

“Did you still love him?” Ransom questioned you. “I did. At the time, he’s all I ever really knew. I thought that’s what love felt like. The only image of love I had was the one he gave me. So, I ran with him and it crushed me.”

Ransom had to pretend the words you were speaking didn’t split him into you two. The image of you falling in love with someone else was enough to make him wanna strangle your ex.

His friend.

“Then we just got into one really big blow out. Right in the bar in front of all of his friends I had met for the first time that night.” You reached for a chunk of his sweater, clenching the material in your hand, like you were trying to convince yourself to let the words fall from your mouth.

“He told me how much I’d been irritating him and I couldn’t help but notice every girl he flirted with and touched right in front of me.” You tested the waters, placing both of your hands over his chest, the beat of his heart calming you down.

“Then I just cracked. It was only one of the many fights we’d been having over the course of the past few months. Everyone single argument pushed me closer to the edge, until the last one actually did.” You sighed, watching as he frowned.

“I ended things that night, before getting thoroughly plastered and soon enough crying on the cement. Wasted and lonely out of my mind, until I met you.” You moved your hand from his heart, cupping his clean shaven face.

“You made me realize I never knew what love really meant or felt like.” This piqued Ransom’s interest.

You said love.

Could a tragedy bring out the words Ransom craved to hear more than anything in the world?

Maybe you cared about him, more than anyone ever showed him. But loved him? How could someone be as hateful as him be worthy of someone like you?

Even if you had broken his heart, he’d done far worse to more people than he could count. He wasn’t really in a place to judge but it didn’t change the fact it still hurt. A lot.

“Hugh.” You heard him gulp rather loudly. “Yes?” His tone came out as more of a question than a response.

The silence he gifted you was unsettling at the very least. “You've barely said a word.” He was surprised he didn’t scurry off in his beamer the second he saw the guilt reach your eyes.

He was surprised he hadn’t let his anger take over and let the rage he felt inside body take it all out on you.

He was surprised he somehow couldn’t inflict a single hateful word towards you, even as you sat with his heart in your hands.

In pure bliss of just how much you owned him.

“I hate it. This fucking corner you’ve back me into. Not to mention for the prying eyes of my entire family to watch the show.” The sharp tone he uses sensoring you. “You used me just to get back at him.”

“Like I was some pawn in your game and I really even shouldn’t be mad.” He paused, trying to choose his words as carefully as he can. “I’ve done the same thing to so many different women. Used them and threw them out at my earliest inconvenience.” To your surprise, even Ransom’s, a single tear left his eye showing you how much you really meant to him.

You hated yourself for letting it get to this point.

“But you? I could never even think about hurting you. I could never live with myself if I treated you like everyone else because you’re so much more than that to me.” The tears continued to roll. The dame Ransom kept shut his entire life, opened because of you and he just wanted to make it stop.

He would give anything — even you.

He just wanted to not feel like a piece of shit for once in his life. For a moment, he thought he might have a chance to be something more than the picture he portrayed in everyone’s mind. You showed him maybe it was more complex than it seemed.

“I just assumed I was that for you.” You sighed in frustration, softly wiping his tears away. “You are, though. You are more than that.”

“Then how could you be so okay with lying to me?” The crease between his eyebrows only created more of an indention as he felt the anger trying to escape out of him.

You let the tension get to you first.

“Because I-I was scared if I told you the truth, you’d never tell me.” You puzzled him once again. You softly reach up between his furrowed eyebrows, the pad of your thumb smoothing it out.

“Tell you what?” His mind was clouded with the possibilities of what he could have missed.

“I can’t spell this one out for you.” You were tired of being the one to do everything first. Even if your intentions weren’t free from fault once you realized who he was, your feelings for him were anything but.

“I don’t know what you want from me. You only let me fall for you because you knew how much it would hurt him.” He bit back, growing impatient and tired. “Any other time, I would have cared. Probably would have been more than happy to assist. But you made me-”

Then Ransom cut himself off, jumping out of the swing and away from you.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I thought I could.” He literally sprinted to his beamer, but you chased him.

You were hell bent and just as crazy as he was. Maybe it’s why it worked for as long as it did.

“Hugh! Get back here.” You were running, thankful you’d gone for a more casual outfit today, the sneakers supporting your feet far better than the heels you’d usually wear.

Maybe if it was someone with a normal childhood upbringing you would have just cut your losses but this was someone who chose to be called Ransom.

This was someone who chose to run away from love and care because the only affectionate way he knew how to treat someone was to throw money at them.

This was someone who had the communication of a ten year old because that’s when his own mother didn’t bother to mess with him anymore before sending him off to boarding school.

This was someone who didn’t know how to love — and to be loved.

By the time you caught up to him his was digging for his keys, but he couldn’t fucking find them.

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale.” Your tone was sharp and he knew you meant business. “For once in your life, stop running away.”

“Why not? What good has it ever done for me to stay?” His back was facing you, his broad shoulders stilled with the rest of his body. Almost like he was ashamed of what he was hiding.

“I can’t speak for everyone else. I can’t speak for your mother or for Richard. For Harlan or for anyone else you thought might abandon you and really did.” You inched you way closer until you knew he felt how close you were to him.

“I can only speak for me.” Giving yourself, the final piece of you to a man who might run away from it.

You were so close he felt your breath on his back, and it made him tremble. He was shaking, terrified of it all. You didn’t let him be for long.

Intertwining your fingers with his, as he kept them at his sides, rubbing your thumb along the palm of his hand.

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you. Lied to you. You never deserved it. Never.” You thought it would be easier if he didn’t have to look at you while pouring your heart out to him. A theory proved to be right as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“You’ve done nothing but treat me like a princess. You’ve done right by me, more than anyone else I’ve ever met in my life. It made me feel inadequate. My dark secret, always looming over us like a dark cloud of my own personal doing.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t done the proper thing by us and made you feel like I used you. You had every right to feel it because I did.” You took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to face whatever the future held for the two of you.

“I never expected to fall in love with a trust fund, playboy brat.” You felt him take a deep breath, like a breath he’d be holding all his life could finally be set free.

“I love you, Hugh.” The next thing you knew he had you pushed up against the car, lips hungrily attacking your own.

All forgiven because you love him. You actually were in love with him.

He couldn’t fathom it really because you’d been the first. To accept him just as he was. The first to refuse to call him Ransom because you like the way Hugh rolled off your tongue better.

You liked how he felt on your tongue, too.

The first to tell him Fran and Marta should call him Hugh because you wanted to be the only one who got to. The first woman to cook for him, willingly and not attached to the Thrombey payroll.

The first woman he had ever fallen in love with.

The first one he’d stick around and not run away for.

So, he kissed you. Hard. Softly whispering how much he loved you into the kiss, because maybe he wasn’t ready to say it outright. Loud and proud.

Yet, he felt it with every bone of his body — no longer lost in the blues.

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step-on-me-khun · 3 years ago

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Hi will you be able to write threesome for white and khun and s/o

I may have done this a little different from the similar requests, I just hope that what I've done is enough. pls don't hate me, I try to be realistic and not ooc when writing and go for what I think the characters will do 😣

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Warnings: Smut (from near the beginning) - no minors pls, g/n reader

Words: 1467

Khun was never lazy when pleasing you, but dammit, did he like making you wait for a release. It was always so torturous to you. There was nothing better than seeing your body shake at the immense feelings inside you, seeing your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. Those two things made him proud as fuck.

He would pin you down, making sure that escape wasn't possible. Of course, if you looked like this wasn't what you wanted, then Khun would apologize profusely.

Khun and White shared some traits, namely being prideful and egotistical. But Khun cared. Even after marking you, he'd make sure he didn't hurt you too much. And he'd always try to get a smile to light up your flushed face afterwards. The one thing that made you love and hate him was his smug smile.

As much as you wanted to pin Khun down onto the bed, you couldn't. His long, pale fingers were digging into the back of your thighs, your knees beside you. Khun had forced them down onto the bed. It wasn't a comfortable position, but after a while of Khun roughly thrusting into you, it became bearable.

You had already gone through one orgasm, and you knew from the way Khun was driving himself inside you that there might be a few more.

When Khun wanted to make you scream his name, he would do everything he could to elicit that response from you. It would always come from either you begging or moaning loudly.

You were just like putty in his hand. Khun had watched all your movements and used them all to his advantage. He made a mental note in his head to pinpoint the spots where you were the most sensitive and play with those spots at the very moment he knew you were about to release.

The snap of his hips into you made you both sore, but the sweet sound of your moans was enough to fuel him on.

You were loud, loud to the point that it was obvious what you were doing. The person who overheard all the loud moaning? It was White. Something so easy to fake, coming from your mouth, was Khun that good, or were you trying to boost his ego?

White's ego was inflating listening to you, imagining what it would be like to make you scream his name instead of Khun's. Was it worth it to get up and try to persuade you to let him take you instead of Khun? White's relationship with everyone wasn't the best. Trusting White was out of the question. And he didn't even know if the two of you were serious or just a friends with benefits type of situation. It didn't matter. Threats were always something White would make good on, even when directed to a smartass like Khun.

You had come twice now, and it was clear how tired Khun was as he stilled inside you. If he kept going, it would leave you a shaking babbling mess.

"Tired?" You asked, breathing heavily.

Khun very much enjoyed the view of you as he hovered over your body, red-faced and eyes lidded, only focusing on him.

"Of you? Never," Khun replies, pulling your legs up to his shoulders and pressing his chest down onto yours. Bliss returned to you as Khun's hips thrust slowly onto yours, peppering your mouth with kisses., muffling out a few of your angelic moans.

"Do you have to be this loud?" White's voice asks.

Khun stops his movements and tries to hide your face by moving his head to the side of yours, hopefully making White unaware as to who it was he was under him.

"There's no use trying to hide them. I know it's (Y/N),"

"Why are you still here? There's no need for you to watch us," Khun nearly snaps.

"I'll make this easy for the two of you. All I want is-,"

"No way,"

White's facial expression remained the same, a creepy smile present on his face. He was going to get what he wanted whether Khun liked it or not.

"That was rude. You don't want to hurt my feelings, do you?" White asks, getting closer and closer to you.

"I don't give a damn about your feelings. Just get out,"

"Let me have my way with (Y/N), and I won't tell a soul,"

There was no reason to listen to what White said. He had no right to demand such a thing from either of you.

Your arms covered your chest as Khun slowly got up.

"What makes you think I'll ever let you touch her?" Khun asks, his voice low and dark.

They both were scary. You knew what Khun and White were capable of, but Khun would never be able to do any damage at all to White, and he knew that. It was a situation where he was acting severely over-protective of you.

"You're not strong, but you're a member of the Khun family," White says, "I wonder what your soul would taste like,"

Khun couldn't say or do anything against him now, but anger was boiling up inside him. He started to reach for his clothes.

"Fine," you whispered, "but just once,"

"No," Khun replies, equally as quiet as you.

"I don't want him threatening you. He'll leave after, so leave the room, Khun,"

Khun sat on the side of the bed, shocked as he put on his boxers.

A loud gasp escaped your mouth as White roughly thrusts into you. Khun would ease himself into you, but this wasn't what was happening. White was quite forceful, the harsh and fast thrusts making your back arch up.

You were sensitive, but damn did you feel good. It was just a case of your head replacing White with Khun.

It was all a mess, and you let it happen. There was guilt inside you for allowing White to do this to you, maybe it would've been better to wait for Khun to have a rebuttal, but you were scared and impatient, all because of White.

There may have been times where you sexually thought about White. That was just your mind making up scenarios. White was handsome, but he was also a beast.

You tried to keep your moans in, to stop it from looking like you were enjoying yourself. But you were. White's rough hands had clamped down harsh on your hips, keeping you in place. White was more aggressive than Khun and had the stamina to last all night. But this wasn't love. It was someone using you for their sexual desires.

White didn't like that you were quiet and instead unclamped one of his hands from your hip and pinched your clit.

A shriek nearly erupted from your mouth, and your hands moved to cover your face. "Don't do that," you cry.

"But you're making me feel so good. It isn't fun if you're not enjoying yourself," White says, his eyes dangerously fixed on your body.

A ripple of sensations ran through you, bringing you close to tears as White continued to thrust wildly inside you. By this point, you were shaking, mouth unable to form words.

The familiar feeling of your orgasm creeping built up, you began tightening around White as your mind lost it. Everything went blank.

A whimper escaped your mouth as you came, mind focused on nothing at all. Then, you remembered Khun, who had been sitting blankly on the side of the bed.

You were riding off the feeling of your orgasm, eyes opening and finding Khun, who was paler than usual.

White was almost there. His pace quickened, fingers still pressing roughly on your skin.

A string of low groans leaves White's mouth as he comes inside you, grinning at you mischievously as he slowly pulls out of you.

You look away from him, not wanting to make eye contact with a monster like that. It was never going to happen again. You loved Khun, and this wasn't fair at all to him.

"Maybe next time lock the door," was White's last comment before heading back to his room.

"I'm not mad at you," Khun says quietly.

"Please don't. I panicked. Losing you would be the death of me, and he's too dangerous to ignore," you reply, almost bought to tears by the thought of what you said. "I love you too much,"

Khun leans back and shuffles onto the bed, moving by your side.

"I love you too, and I'm never going to let anyone touch you like that again,"

It was a weird night, one you wanted to forget. You knew that Khun wanted to kill White, but for now, he would go with glaring at him and being over-protective of you.

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belladonnabear · 5 years ago

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Tomura Shigaraki X Reader: Love At First Sight

Scenario: The title speaks for itself. Tomura falls in love with you at first sight and wants you. Sorry this is pretty OOC but November and December have been pretty rough so I wanted some fluff.

Tomura couldn’t stop staring, his coffee could have spilled all over his lap and he wouldn’t have cared. He was staring at the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on. Her soft (h/c) hair that was flowing from the fan, her bright (e/c) eyes that sparkled like a diamond and unlike his own skin, hers looked as soft as freshly clean bed sheets.

She was in line waiting to order her coffee, a blissful smile was stretched on her face as she looked at the board for specials. Tomura felt his face begin to warm up and he had a slight urge to start scratching at his neck again. She looked like an angel, while he was a ghastly demon from the underworld. He’s never felt this way about any girl before and it was suddenly beginning to irritate him. Why was he feeling this way towards her? He’s never even had a conversation with her before. What was going on with him?

He suddenly saw her up front and turned to the cashier. With a beaming smile you made your order.

“Can I please have a medium Mocha Coconut?” you asked.

However, the cashier looked down at her head to toe with a very intense gaze. He suddenly had a very cunning smirk on his face.

“Sure, that’s going to be ¥400 and your phone number.” he winked.

Tomura was starting to feel his irritation turn to rage at the cashier’s attempt to flirt with you. Why was this NPC trying to get with you? He’s not even in the same league as you. Tomura was starting to see red as you began to look uncomfortable at this man’s sudden request. You held out your card for him to take.

“Um, no thank you.” you politely declined.

“C’mon sweetcheeks, there ain’t no harm. Let me take you out sometime.” the man ignored the card and kept on trying to woo you.

Tomura could feel his bloodlust rising at this prick’s insistence. He wanted to murder this man. No. That would be too kind. He wanted to rip off every limb from his body and leave him disabled for life. This disgusting scumbag didn’t deserve something as merciful as death.

“Please don’t call me that sir.” you shake your head.

“Sir? I like it. You should call me that after I’m done with you.” he chuckled.

Tomura stood up from his spot with feral eyes and ill-intent for the creepy cashier. He slammed some money on the counter top and looked at the man with a deadly gaze.

“Give her the drink asshole. She’s not interested in you.” Tomura glared.

The man looked intimidated by Tomura’s stare and quietly took the money while getting the young woman’s drink. The girl looked over at Tomura with admiration glistening in her eyes. Tomura suddenly felt bashful by her look and tried not to make direct eye contact with her.

“Thank you so much. You didn’t have to pay though, I can pay you back for the drink.” you offered.

“Don’t worry about it.” Tomura shrugged.

Internally, Tomura was jubilant about talking to the girl. She was looking at him with a very happy expression on her face. She received her drink from the creepy cashier and she turned to the man.

“If it’s not too much to ask, can I sit with you please?” she wondered.

Tomura felt his head spin from her request. She wanted to sit with him? Did she not notice the scars and dry skin on him? Or did she just not care? A part of him wanted to say no but one look at her hopeful express made him weak for her.

“Sure.” he nodded.

With a grin on her face, she sat herself at his table while Tomura glanced back at the cashier from before. He looked at Tomura in envy that he was going to be sitting down with the girl he was creeping on earlier. Tomura shot him a wicked smirk which made the man flinch before Tomura sat down to talk to the girl.

“My name is (Y/N) by the way. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner. But thank you for sticking up for me.” she introduced.

Tomura felt her name ring in his head repeatedly. (Y/N) became his new favorite word.

Tomura and (Y/N) exchanged numbers and the two met up often to hang out together. He loved spending time with her. She was very supportive and understanding to him. Giving him advice when he was frustrated or confused. Even though he never mentioned he was part of the League of Villains, she still respected his need for privacy in his life. She never questioned what he did for a living or what he does in his spare time.

The two often went to movies together, arcades and she even bought him some clothes that would fit him better. It didn’t seem to matter what the two were doing, he was having fun and enjoying his time being around her.

She also used her regeneration quirk on his skin so that the scratched marks on his neck could heal. Tomura found out that day that she was a nurse who wanted to help heal those who needed help. Which ultimately brought up the topic of heroes.

“To be honest...I’m not the biggest fan of heroes....” she admitted.

Tomura’s eyes widened at this declaration. The two were eating ramen together when you brought up the topic. He almost choked on his noodles as he heard her statement. She didn’t like heroes? Most people would never admit to not liking heroes. But you did the opposite of that. He was intrigued.

“What do you mean?” he wondered.

She scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “Most of them are very...cliquey. I went to UA for the Support Course so I could use my healing abilities to help others. But the hero students were always stuck up. They saw me and others as lesser because we weren’t as ‘strong’ as they were. That didn’t change after graduation either. I’ve healed plenty of heroes as a nurse and most of them are brash. They demand you do things a certain way, when in reality, they don’t have a clue about what they’re saying. Lots of them use each other for popularity and money. So they’re not as heroic as the public receives them. Speak out about them and you’re ostracized from society. I wish that could change.”

(Y/N) realized that Tomura was staring at her with a strange gaze and with a flustered face she waved her hands sporadically.

“I-I mean, if y-you l-like heroes that’s fine! I’ll respect your opinion on the matter!” she exclaimed.

Tomura felt his heart beat rapidly as he saw her cute face turn pink from embarrassment. That’s when he realized he wanted to be with her forever. She wasn’t only the perfect girl for him but also, she was his player two. The person who would be by his side forever while he would break society down. She would be his pillar of support and his wonderful girlfriend.

“It’s fine...I actually agree with a lot of what you said.” Tomura softly said.

She looked taken aback. Like she was surprised that he agreed with her. Tomura figured that she’s been harassed because of her opinions on heroes. But he admired her resilience and how she thought for herself. As far as Tomura was concerned, she was amazing.

“R-Really?” she stammered.

“You’re not the only one who hates heroes or how society perceives them. I know change will one day happen. And then, things will be better.” Tomura declared.

(Y/N) saw a fiery passion in Tomura’s eyes that made her blush heavier. She had always liked his determination and passion about the things he wanted. Like when he wanted to beat high score record for the House of the Dead arcade game. And seeing it here only made it more obvious to her that she was falling for him. He wasn’t perfect, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

She leaned over to Tomura and kissed his cheek. His eyes widened as he stared at her in amazement. Her soft lips on his face caught his breath as he felt her right next to him. He was blushing red as she pulled away. In a small smile she said.

“I think I’m falling for you Tomura.”

Tomura and (Y/N) had started dating for about two months now. She was his candle in the dark that kept everything bright for him. Even when he was miserable, she always found a way to make him feel better. He was growing more attached to her everyday. But he was also fearful that she would leave him if he told her the truth. He didn’t want her to think any less of him or even worse, leave him.

Her finding out about his position in the League of Villains was discovered in a way he never wanted it to happen. He left his phone on the counter after texting with (Y/N) a couple of times. Toga and Dabi were curious to know who their boss kept talking to. So Toga quickly snatched the phone and looked at the contact he was texting. When they both saw (Y/N) they were surprised.

“Oh wow! I didn’t know he was dating such a cutie!” Toga squealed.

“Hm, seems to me like she’s unaware that she’s dating a murderer.” Dabi observed as he looked through the messages.

“We could always tell her if Shigaraki’s too shy!” Toga encouraged.

A part of Dabi knew that revealing that Shigaraki was affiliated with the League of Villains might backfire on them. But he also knew the boss wasn’t too stupid to reveal anything too personal if it would effect the league. Plus, he did want to push the bastard’s buttons.

“Hurry! He could come back soon!” Toga reminded.

Dabi shrugged and called the contact known as (Y/N). She picked up pretty quickly and answered.

“Hi there Tomura! Is that one asshole with no manners bothering you again?” you greeted.

Dabi knew she was referring to him. Which made him want to do this even more.

“Hey there, this is the asshole with no manners. Are you aware that you’re dating the leader of the League of Villains?” Dabi wondered.

No sooner had those words came out of his mouth, Tomura slammed the door open. A vicious look was on his face as he looked at the two culprits who were toying around with his phone. Dabi figured he must have just heard what he had said to you. Because Shigaraki looked like he was about ready to kill these two again.

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?!” Tomura questioned hotly.

Toga pumped her fist in the air. “We just wanted to get to know your girl boss! She looks super cute!”

“He’s what...?” you said in a perplexed tone.

“You heard me.” Dabi merely said.

Silence dreaded the air as they waited for either (Y/N) to say something or Shigaraki to lose his cool in a fit of rage. Meanwhile, Tomura was thinking simultaneously about how to kill these two idiots and how to play it off as a joke when he tries to cover himself.

“Give the phone to Tomura please.” you requested.

Dabi casually handed the phone over to Shigaraki stating. “She wants to talk to you.”

Hesitantly, he took the phone carefully and answered. “Hello?”

“Tomura, are you really part of the League of Villains?” she wondered.

He could feel his heart beginning to sink. He didn’t want to admit it to you but he also couldn’t find it in himself to lie to you. He loved you too much to do that. You meant so much to him. He doesn’t want to lose you.

“....I am.” he quietly said.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner Tomura? You know I care about you! I would have tried to support you! Are you guys doing okay over there?” you began rambling about how he should take care of himself.

Tomura however was stunned into silence. A slow smile began crawling on his face as he let out an elated laugh. She really was his Player Two. A wonderful, beautiful girl who cared and loved him more than anyone else has ever. He had no reason to worry about her finding out after all. She was loyal to him.

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to deceive you.” he chuckled.

Toga and Dabi were confused by the dastardly smile on his face. Dabi realized she probably was just as insane as him and realized this isn't fun anymore. He walked off shrugging his shoulders.

“Do you guys have a healer there? I wouldn’t trust underground doctors if I were you!” you pointed out.

Tomura sheepishly smiled at his beloved’s concern. “Now, that you mention it, we really could use a healer.”

It was past midnight as Tomura was in his room playing the Walking Dead when he paused the game to look at you. In his bed, you were sound asleep in your cute pajamas. It has been three months since you found out Tomura was the leader of the League of Villains. Since then, you had moved in with him to help him and his comrades. Today was quite an eventful day for you. Twice had accidentally dislocated his wrist, Toga had twisted her ankle and you helped Dabi with the burns from his quirk.

Now you were resting after a hard day of work. Tomura could feel himself becoming drowsy from just looking at you. He really wanted to get under the blankets and cuddle you all to himself. So, he did just that. He shut off his game and got into bed and lay in right next to you. Even when you were asleep, you instinctively clutched onto him and nuzzled yourself into his chest. A tiny smile on your face as you slept in content.

Tomura carefully pulled you closer to him and kept his arms wrapped around you carefully. You were still as beautiful as the day you two met. He placed soft kisses on your head as he too began to drift off.

He’s loved you since the day you met and he’ll love you for much longer than that.

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki imagine #bnha x reader

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se7enforse7en · 4 years ago

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NBTM | One — Nothing Like This

☾ synopsis : Love and tragedy has always had a way of being connected, that connection usually held by the red string of fate. A red string that destined two soulmates to be bound for eternity. No matter the circumstances, fate would tie two individuals to meet, to not disrupt their long awaited destiny. In the world of more than five billion people, the red string had made it’s mark plenty of times, going back to perhaps the start of it. The folktale disappeared into obscurity & into believer’s hearts. In the lives of fourteen individuals in the 21st century, their lives seem to be an unfinished puzzle. Some strangers, some friends. Some blissful, others tragic. All unaware of the soon-to-be outcome years in the making. They’ll find it to be entrancingly painful. The red string of fate wasn’t just pretty.

☾ pairing : jinyoung x fem!oc

☾ genre : drama, romance, angst ??

☾ warnings : strong language, rambling from an ass author (I had to), kinda ooc jinyoung, very much angst ur honor, e2l

☾ parts : one / two / three / four / five

HWAN JIHYE HAS NEVER FULLY LOVED COFFEE. She’s always detested the bitterness that came with the caffeine overload. However, she did favor the caramel that awaited her at the bottom. They blended almost perfectly. Yes, almost, and in the case of today, it’s an even truer statement. The barista that had continued to stare at her barely put in any caramel, much to her distaste. She’s not sure if he was that distracted or found her tip not plentiful enough. She had given him a short glare in annoyance but took the drink gladly. She was agitated about her specific taste and felt like continuing her day, rather than demand another drink be made. She wasn’t that petty. At least not today.

And now, she’s hesitantly drinking a barely sweet coffee whilst considering her schedule for the day.

Jihye barely ever has an uneventful day. As a long standing painter of Hwan Studios, she’s their resident artist. Her schedule consists of tactful meetings and whatnot, her stern demeanor present in every single one of them. Her hands are her tools, not her face. She begins to recount it in her head, her hand reaching for her phone in her expensive purse. It’s black exterior is soft as it’s insides are of smooth velvet. She finds it within seconds. There’s already dozens of notifications blowing up her phone, most of them being from numerous emails and a semi regrettable group chat. She also disliked and liked it. She didn’t like the constant messaging and nagging of her phone but it’s nice to text everyone for most. They’re part of a previous project’s team. She had essentially saved their project, which earned them all a bit of credit. She put a message or two amongst the hellhole of a cluttered group chat.

She figured she’d entertain the idea of being in their chat, seeing as they all could use some improvement on their own. She is conveniently too busy for trivial things they converse about, anyways. The initial project was introduced to her by a certain auburn haired stunt man. While not not extraordinary in it’s fruit, it has it’s beneficial product elsewhere.

Clearing it away, she goes directly to her calendar, a cumulative meeting of everything she’ll ever do. She’s punctual in her timing. Her brain is refreshed, suddenly noting that CEO Min wanted her to attend some meeting with an entertainment company. She remembers how she previously brushed it off with indifference, having been warned that they were no good. ‘Don’t work with them’ this and ‘They’re amateurs’ that. Both being from the head of the company, no less. She sighs, leaving it to be nothing else than a confusing statement. She sips on the not-so-sweet liquid. She savors the tiny bits of caramel her mouth musters from the flimsy straw. .

Next, would be the aggravating dinner she’d have with a CEO she could only describe as ‘crusty’. A friend of the blasted CEO, he is. She despises the usual ones. Y’know, the disgusting creeps who just happen to be greedy sons of bitches. But that would be a lesson she could eloquently describe to the higher ups when they actually give a damn about decency. “Damned pig” she huffs under her breath.

As she walks, her eyes become stuck to the screen. Her focus is completely on the very necessary schedule. It’s what completes her day and dictates it, but also what limits it. As a result, she barely looks ahead of herself, only a glance or two deemed possible for her mud-like eyes. She pays no attention to the pavement in front of her.

Opposite to her, his actions aren’t so different. His well done hair and expertly stylized outfit express his cleanliness, his position, even. He holds his phone in one hand and a blazing coffee in the other. His eyes are enraptured with the online conversation his screen displays. The fervent caffeinated liquid distracts him from the fair weather outside. If it were any other day, perhaps he’d pay more attention to it, the temperature usually more balanced than usual.

And as chance would have it, they both screech in shock at a certain feeling of wetness. Jihye drops her phone at the contact of a coffee, a scalding one at that. She seethes at the heat. It seeps through her once pristine, white blouse. It’s intensity practically burns part of her chest and stomach. Her body recoils as a reaction.

He groans at the glacial feeling, his skin suddenly cold. He had worn a blazer for his meeting, a black one. He looks down to see the dripping of coffee, colder coffee, that is. He finds it gross. He doesn’t want to waste a fairly nice blazer. Not being wet in the middle of the sidewalk is great, too. He meets the glare of the woman who he hears screech, an angry looking one at that. He groans at the look of things.

They’re both aggravated. Jihye can see the annoyance on his face, just as she’s sure he can detect hers. She sighs as her mind is ready to curse out an idiot who almost burned her. It would be nice, considering her day was subpar already. Alas, her basic manners kick in, reminding her that she hadn’t been looking where she was going. She admits how ironic it is whilst it’s just as irritating. She squints at his expression. She knows she had a good amount of responsibility in the situation, but she figures he’d at least try to apologize as a courtesy. He doesn’t.

She curses under her breath. People quickly looked at the sight of the scene, realizing an accident occurred. She wonders if people recognize her or him, thinking he has some kind of air about him. She waves it off as she bends down to pick up her now shattered phone. Her ears grasp the sounds of clicking cameras. “Tch.” She deeply breathes in, ready to sacrifice a percentage of her personal pride for the sake of manners and what will soon be on the internet. Her eyes study his face for a second.

She notes how he has a, well, raging bitch face. Perhaps it’s an angry expression his face takes on in the face of agitation, but she wouldn’t know that. She thinks of how his face is rather unique, looking more like a computer generated thing than someone’s face. She’s not sure if she means it as a compliment or not. He’s dressed expensively, too. His body is adorned of mostly black, his grey t-shirt serving as a contrast. His hair is nothing too special, despite it looking nice. Besides his looks seeming familiar and admittedly, good-looking, she still frowns with her irritation intact.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. My mistake” she forces it out. She knows how robotic it sounds. It’s natural for it to seem like she’s a child who thinks they’re in the right.

“Mhm, me too. I’d be careful next time.” He sounds just as robotic, perhaps even more so than her. He keeps his consistent glare on his face before attaching his gaze upon the space behind Jihye, his feet moving faster than his face. He’s already past her as the anger bubbles within her. She didn’t expect him to sound sincere, but something just hit the nerve. Perhaps it being her own medicine is enough to snap something in her. Perhaps she hates the guy who seemed familiar. With the thought fresh in her mind, she clears her throat and does as he did. She urges her legs to continue their road to Hwan Studios. Begrudgingly so.

Jihye’s sure she’s giving the press even more reason to call her a stone cold bitch. Nothing says negativity like everyone giving her an annoyed look and she’s positive it’s because of her unchaining expression. She can control what she looks like and yet, she’s not about to appease the image of what idols have to maintain.

She steps into the large building, employees all around the fancy desks and elevators. She feels their gaze on her, mostly upon her tainted clothing. She’s almost impressed they’re not all giving her fearful gazes as usual. Being the scary looking just above them was something she’s finally accustomed to. However, within a moment’s notice, they all give a worrying look towards her expression. She wonders if she looks like some demon. Perhaps.

One of the clerks, Minhyung, nods towards her. He’s nervous as per usual, but finds it pertinent to alarm her of an announcement. “U-Uh, CEO Min is having t-the meeting on floor five today, M-Ms. Hwan.” He nearly shakes saying it. The others look at him in amazement and even bewilderment. His glasses cover the fear in his eyes.

“Thank you.” She doesn’t bother looking at him, knowing how jittery the poor boy is. He’s younger than her, a fact she’s reminded of, daily. He lets out a sigh of relief, letting his head fall back to his moniter’s gaze. Jihye continues her journey to what is now floor five. She ventures into one of the many sleek elevators, pressing the now illuminated button. The metallic walls remind her of her somewhat disheveled appearance. A stained blouse and angry expression are the first to come to mind. Her expensive clothing is second. The black pants and midnight-like blazer make her think of a certain...loneliness. It seems to suck her up, like a black hole of sorts. Even her black hair looks cold, no color to invite personality. “Hm,” she hums. She knows how bitchy she looks in black. She smirks for a moment, before letting it fall. An indifferent face replaces it, just in time for the elevator doors to open.

She walks out as the glamorously stale walls surround her. She’s seen them a million times. They exude the same sensation her closet usually brings, but with even more professionalism. Her heeled boots clack against the marble floor. The white tiles mix with the black walls, reminding the young Korean just how lifeless the decorations feel. She grabs the clear handles to the board room. She can't see through the clear doors all too well, the sun peeking through the windows. She squints as a result.

“Jihye! Finally, we can begin this meeting.” CEO Min, an older and fairly petit woman, greets her. Her hands are clasped together. A forced and albeit sweetly sickening smile sits on her face as she motions her hand for Jihye to sit.

Her eyes instantly widen in unison with the supposed guest, a familiar and rage inducing face. She frowns even more, if that was possible. His face scrunches up in slight disgust. Her eyes dance between the CEO and the young man. She mentally scoffs, curious of why god suddenly decided to make her day the worst with a pinch of shit. She warily saunters toward the leather chair, directly across from him. She glares at him. As does he, with even more hints of vexation. They both look to the very woman who arranged such a meeting.

“Jihye, I’d like to introduce who we’ll be doing our collaboration with. This is Park Jinyoung—“

“JYP Entertainment.” The words slide off her tongue with venom. She remembers quite clearly now. The exact company she had been warned of and directed to stay away from, none other by the woman sitting a few feet away from her. “Yes, you eloquently warned me of them, Mrs. Min.”

“‘Warned is a bit exaggerated’. I simply informed you of them.” She sweetly smiles at him, not exactly convincing him. “And this is Hwan Jihye, my—a beloved artist at Hwan Studios. She’s one of our best and oldest.”

She slightly winces at the last part, thinking it not at all pertinent. “You know, it would have been very insightful if you informed me of who I’d be working with, ma’am. Why a sudden collaboration when you can’t even notify your senior artist?” The hate in her voice made the older woman sigh. It even extends to the man, Jinyoung.

“Why keep two perfectly capable artists in the dark, Mrs. Min? Afraid one can’t compensate?” His tone is just as cold.

She can tell it’s a slight jab at her own abilities, despite not knowing the other. She rolls her eyes before focusing her attention on the target. “Of course not,” she laughs, in an obvious corner. “We just found it to be more of a lax way of telling you two about it.” Jihye finds it to be bullshit.

“And just what kind of collaboration is this? I won’t waste my time on something so trivial.”

“For a music video, er, album.”

“A what now?” She stuck her neck out a bit, shock written over her face. She’s no musical artist, nor is she about to be one.

“You cannot be serious. We never even ask—“

“Yes, you didn’t, but your company did. We reached a mutual decision. It would be quite beneficial if we had Jihye create art for the music video and perhaps some performances.” She says it so casually, it makes the two wonder why they’re even there.

“No.” Her words make CEO Min sigh, causing Jinyoung to raise an eyebrow. Even when agreeing, he found the tone a bit offensive. “I work with who I want and when I want. You didn’t do your job of presenting a tolerable client and what’s more, you expect me to join a project I don’t know anything about? Shall I do your job for you?” She spits anger out from her words as she stands up, her veins filled with agitation. “Mr. Park, we will not be collaborating on your group’s next album or music video, whatever it may be.” She gives a glare back to the supposed CEO, turning on her heels to get back to the elevator. She doesn't look back at their apologetic actions nor does she listen to their yelps of ‘Wait!’.

As Jihye disappears from his sight, Jinyoung whispers a little, “Tch” before rising in his own seat. He picks up his stained blazer from the table and turns to face the older woman. “Next time, pick a patient artist, Mrs. Min. Wouldn’t want your reputation to sink like this meeting.” He leaves the room, a flabbergasted woman paying him just about all the mind. He quickly takes the next elevator, his fingers massaging his own temple.

He’s had enough of shitty events one after the other. He’s not sure if he’s thankful for Hwan Jihye’s refusal or offended she’s so unable to work with him. It’s both insulting and interesting, for sure. He’d even admit that she initially caught some of his eye at first. He couldn’t deny that she has beautiful features, her style somewhat similar to his. Although, the appeal rapidly disappeared as reality hit him like a truck. His displeasure was fair, at least in his eyes. Her cold demeanor did nothing to her looks except diminish their entreaty. The apology had no sincerity and yes, he’s aware that the he’s a pot calling the kettle black.

He hurries home, wanting to simply wind down with a book he still needs to finish. Exquisite literature with a cup of tea has always been his saving grace when needed. He readily places his blazer in the laundry, meaning to do it later. He sits upon his bed and places his already made tea on his nightstand. He looks for the book, having remembered the cover was a bright green. His eyes can’t find it. He grows confused but his eyes do land on an unfamiliar one in the meantime.

He finds it to be like a storybook. Long in height and extravagant in looks. It has a black cover, one resembling the night sky. Gold letters spell out a phrase he can vaguely recognize.

“Not By The Moon?”

hi, if you read or checked this out, tysm !! sorry for lowkey ooc jinyoung 🙇🏽‍♀️ I’d rlly appreciate it if you could reblog or like this post. I’d love to hear what ppl think so a comment is awesome too. This is also a work of fiction and for entertainment purposes.

#got7 #got7 au #park jinyoung #jinyoung au #park jinyoung au #got7 fanfiction #jinyoung

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terry-perry · 7 years ago

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All I Ask of You

Pairing: Levi x Shy!Reader

Warnings: Slighty OOC Levi, implied death, much fluff!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc4Tfqmefnc

“Wow,”

Y/N swiftly turned her head with a startled gasp. Meeting eyes with none other than her boyfriend Levi who was carrying a small amused smirk upon his face. He walked forward and joined her alongside the piano.

“You sounded beautiful,” he commented.

“Th-thank you.” She uttered softly. Her cheeks began to grow that familiar shade of red he knew and loved while her eyes stayed glued to the floor. “I, um, I didn’t you were listening. It’s…been a while since I’ve played in front of others.”

“I’m glad I was listening.” Levi replied. “How’d you learn to play and sing like that?”

“My father. He was a musician and had taught me everything I know.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly when he received this information.

“Your father was F/N,” he realized. “The famous violinist and composer.”

Y/N gave a small nod as her confirmation. Yes, her father was in fact a famed musician. Despite this, though, he was a humble man who merely yearned for love. As was presented through his heart-wrenching lyrics which would be accompanied by the sorrowful melody of his violin. It was when F/N first laid eyes on his little girl that he found the love of his life.

He was the one to raise her after her mother left them shortly after giving birth. F/N spoiled Y/N and when she was of a learning age, he gave her lessons on how to dance, sing, and play an instrument of her own. The pair would then travel to fairs where she’d either sing and play piano with her father joining on violin, or dance a ballet to one of his melancholy tunes.

It all changed, however, when the day Wall Maria fell. They had managed to escape the destruction and were able to make their way onto a boat. At least, Y/N was.

“Please, take my daughter.” F/N had pleaded. “Please, make room for her. I’ve lived my life. I’m meant to meet my demise before her.”

Y/N remembered her father’s eyes shimmering with tears and a shadow of a smile on his face when he lifted her to a member of the Garrison.

“Take care my precious,” he said over her whimpering sobs. “I love you.”

“I heard about what happened to him.” Levi stated in a soft tone he always seemed to have reserved just for her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Y/N reassured him with a tiny smile. “My father was a selfless and loving man. It’s why I’m alive today. I’m very proud to be his daughter.”

Levi took a hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before lacing up her fingers with his.

“He’d be proud to have you as his daughter.”

With their hands still entwined, she rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of it and then remained in that position with her for a good while, a simple melody she played with her free hand accompanying the comfortable silence.

“Y/N?” Levi’s voice suddenly interrupted.

She merely hummed in response as her eyes looked up to her boyfriend.

“Do you think I could hear you sing again?”

She removed her head to look at him, returning to her flustered state.

“O-oh, I…I don’t know,” she stammered out. It was one thing to have played when she was unaware of his presence, but now that he was right there requesting for her music. It was as though she was back on the spotlight, which was something she hadn’t been familiar with for several years.

“I don’t have to make it an order from your Captain, do I?” Levi spoke in his usual stern voice, though there seemed to be a hint of playful teasing in his demeanor. Especially in his face where a relaxed appearance greeted her instead of the furrowed brows and scowl everyone was used to seeing on the intimidating man.

That’s when Y/N realized. With Levi as her audience, the one person she was ever truly comfortable with, it wouldn’t be a problem. She did, however, have one request.

“Well, will you…sing with me?”

He raised an eyebrow at her before returning to normal. A small half-smile now added to the mix.

“I don’t see why not,” he responded.

A grin spread across her face as she quickly went through her sheet music until finding the song she had in mind.

“This one is one of my favorites,” she pointed out when placing it in front of them. “You’ll start it after I play the first few notes.”

She began the melody of the song. He smiled softly when reading the lyrics. It was one of her father’s more romantic pieces. With its content, Levi thought it was the perfect song for the two of them.

“No more talk of darkness,” he commenced with his singing. “Forget these wide-eyed fears. I’m here, nothing can harm you. My words will warm and calm you.”

He gently took a hold of her chin so that he could turn her face towards him. She was a bit caught off guard by his actions, but managed to continue playing while he went on with the song in a tender voice.

“Let me be your freedom. Let daylight dry your tears. I’m here, with you, beside you. To guard you and to guide you.”

She beamed warmly at him. Never taking her eyes off him when she resumed where he left off in a soft angelic voice.

“Say you’ll love me every waking moment. Turn my head with thoughts of summertime,”

She leaned into his touch when his hand went up to cradle her cheek and closed her eyes in bliss.

“Say you’ll need me with you now and always. Promise me that all you say is true. That’s all I ask of you.”

“Let me be your shelter,” Levi sang over her with the next verse. “Let me be your light. You’re safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.”

She directed her attention back to the piano while singing the following part.

“All I want is freedom. A world with no more night,”

She turned her head somewhat back at Levi and smiled bashfully.

“And you, always beside me. To hold me and to hide me.”

She squeaked from surprise when he took both her hands in his and lifted them up from their seat.

“Then say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime,” he sang as he led her to the middle of the room. He didn’t need actual music to express how he was feeling at that moment.

“Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too,”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her forehead a light kiss.

“That’s all I ask of you.”

She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you.”

The pair never broke eye contact or their embrace as they sang together.

“Share each day with me. Each night, each morning.”

“Say you love me,” Y/N sang.

Levi raised his knuckle to gently stroke her cheek when responding,

“You know I do.”

Then the two pressed their foreheads together and breathed out,

“Love me, that’s all I ask of you.”

He cupped her face and laid a passionate kiss on her lips that she happily reciprocated. Their lips remained locked until oxygen was called for and, almost breathlessly, sang out,

“Anywhere you go, let me go too,”

They then went back to their foreheads touching and were now somewhat swaying to the music no one else would be able to hear.

“Love me,” they whispered the final words to the song. “That’s all I ask of

you.”

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theshipsfirstmate · 7 years ago

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Wonder Woman Fic: Pick a Star on the Dark Horizon and Follow the Light

Post-movie Diana/WonderTrev angst. “Perhaps one of the greatest tragedies of all is that Diana doesn't really learn about Steve Trevor's life until after his death.”

A/N: Definitely movie canon only, as I’m not super familiar with the comics, but I couldn’t not write this. Please forgive if there’s anything wildly OOC.

Also, big props to @blueincandescence, who made this amazing post about what Steve’s childhood might have looked like, which was an immense help in kicking off my own research.

Title from “The Call” by Regina Spektor.

Pick a Star on the Dark Horizon and Follow the Light (AO3)

Perhaps one of the greatest tragedies of all is that Diana doesn't really learn about Steve Trevor's life until after his death.

The details come in rapid, heartrending bursts in the weeks following the end of the war, but the dull ache in her chest is ever-present. There’s not a morning that she rises that she doesn’t think about his head on the pillow next to hers, not a night that she lies down to rest that she doesn’t long for his solid weight on the mattress beside her.

She had teased him, that night in Veld. They’d been halfway through disrobing, lips only parting when it became physically necessary, and she had smiled against his mouth, recalling something he told her on their first night together.

“So, Steve Trevor, this is what you meant when you said you’ve slept with women.”

His cheeks flushed red but it only made his eyes look bluer when they flicked back up at her. “Like I said, it's something of a euphemism.”

“You've slept with many women?” Jealousy, like some kind of acid, began to creep up her throat at the thought, and she was ashamed by the selfish, and hypocritical, impulse.

“Not many.” He smirked, and that burn hit her lower, making her fingertips flex against his bare chest. “And definitely none like you, Diana.”

Empirically, she knew it was the truth, but the way he said her name, soft like the flickering candlelight, reverent like a prayer, made her eyes slip closed. When she raised her head to the sky on instinct, his lips traced down her throat and across her clavicle and she lost herself in the flood of sensation. The only rational thought that remained in her mind was how foolish it would be to waste another moment of their precious time together.

Sammy, Charlie, and Chief stay in London for longer than Diana expects, given their various lines of work. They call it “celebrating the spoils of war,” but their tone isn't cheerful, grim visages incongruous with the happy, patriotic relief displayed proudly across the city. There’s no joy in a victory that came with so great a loss.

They spend most nights drinking too much at seedy establishments, and most nights Diana joins them, watching as they trade liquor for blood and listening as they tell her their most bombastic tales of Steve Trevor.

Charlie drains his glass and waves at the bar, forgetting that he’s already ordered another. “I once saw ‘im flip a tank with two perfectly-timed shots.”

Sammy’s hat is cocked too far to the side, and it tips further when he swings around to face her. Since Steve’s death, he’s been drinking his doubles like Charlie does, fast and without any kind of relish. “Not as impressive as the way you do it, my dear.”

“I once saw him row a sinking canoe upstream for 12 miles,” Chief mumbles with a smirk that makes its way around the table.

“I once saw him French kiss a duchess.”

“I tho’ it was a czarina.”

“It was both.” Etta sets down a tray in the middle of the table and everyone takes their next round with a mumble of woozy thanks. “And before anyone else goes blaspheming, remember, both were for a mission, only one was engaged, and, somewhat mercifully, they were not in the same night.”

“He was a legend with the ladies,” Sammy declares with a lecherous smirk that twitches in an odd way when it lands on her. “Bien sur, none like you, Diana darling.”

“Yes,” she admits. “He told me that.” Everyone but Charlie lets out that polite little laugh that tells her she’s said something not quite right.

“S’a a good thing he did,” the Scotsman burps. “An’ not just because you're a goddess or wha’ever. S’important to say things that need to be said.”

Charlie's sudden solemnity seems to draw the melancholy out of the others and soon, without realizing, they’re all looking at her with the same sad eyes.

“It's true.” Etta says softly, after a long moment, and Diana’s heart twists again at the tears in her voice. “You never know when it’s your last good chance.”

She and Sammy haul Charlie home not long after that, and Diana's left at the table with Chief and a half-full glass of what she knows to be whiskey, but doesn’t like any better as she becomes more familiar. He's always the quietest of the bunch, and since Steve’s death, that’s only fueled her suspicion that he might have the most to tell her.

Thankfully, she doesn't have to wait very long. Perhaps he’s already learned his lesson about saying things that need to be said.

“When Steve sent for me, the first thing I asked was why in the hell he was so eager to get to the front of the war.” Chief's candor makes her grin, but his next statement makes her stomach drop. “He told me about you.”

“I promised to get him off the island, he promised to take me to Ares.” Diana remembers, with a cold twist of regret. How eager she had been to get to the front, how stupidly naive about the ways of war.

“No, he told me about you,” the man corrects. “About where you came from, how you fought, how you saved him. He said you were like nothing he’d ever seen.”

Surprise and heartbreak flood her chest at the admission, and a memory it conjures. “He said the same thing about the war.”

Chief just carries on with his tale, unaware of her inner turmoil. “He also told me he got some of your people killed. Said he owed you.”

“No.” She sucks in a breath. “No, that wasn’t his fault.” Diana recalls the words Steve told her on the beach, the look in his eyes when she was pleading with the gods for Antiope’s life. “He was one of the good guys.”

“He said that?” The man lifts his head to meet her gaze, and she can see his question is a serious one. “I didn’t know he still believed there were good guys.”

Diana realizes that Chief had known a different side of Steve entirely, one it seems he hardly ever showed. She thinks it’s probably the same one that had pleaded for her help on the air tower that night, the one who tried to warn her how terrible a world it would be it everyone only got what they deserved.

“He was good,” she insists, like she would if he were here, if she could hold his face in her hands so he’d see the truth in her eyes. “He was noble and brave and gave his life to save so many. What more can a man do, to be good?” Chief just nods, looking at her like she’s said more about herself than Steve with the insistent, almost frantic words.

“He used to say that bravery is decided by whoever’s in power, but loyalty is the measure of a man,” he recalls. “And he was the most loyal man I’ve ever known.”

From the corner of her eye, Diana sees the barkeep give the signal to clear out. It makes her chest ache, like she’s leaving something behind.

“My father was a soldier, too,” Steve had revealed, stretching across her to lay his watch on the bedside table. He set the memento down, but didn’t pull his body back to his side of the undersized inn bed, crowding her with a heavy arm draped across her ribcage and a smile pressed to her collarbone. She wanted him again, but she also wanted to know more.

“Who did he fight for?”

This question made him stiffen in her arms, and she almost regretted it. When he looked up to meet her eyes, she saw them swirling with pride and pain. “7th Cavalry, United States Army,”

“And then, when the war was over, he had breakfast and babies?”

The corners of his mouth twitched at that, despite the anguish she could see etched across his face. “Not exactly. He had the babies, sure, but the war never really ended.” It had been so clear to her then, why Steve’s belief in Ares’ power consisted solely of the trust he was placing in her. “See, Sergeant Charles Trevor was a career soldier, and he fought for what he believed in… Eventually, it killed him.”

Diana’s heart clenched painfully at the thought of the devastation that must have caused him as a younger man, a boy even. She knew the soldier in front of her could take care of himself, but she found herself wanting to protect him and fight at his side in almost equal measure.

Her most immediate desire, however, had been putting that blissful expression back on his beautiful face. “What do you believe in, Steve Trevor?”

He had taken a deep breath in then, and pursed his lips, like he was battling the lasso of Hephaestus. But when he exhaled, his whole body loosened, and he looked up at her with freedom on his face. “I believe in love.”

She has tea with Etta one day, not long after her talk with Chief, and in between cups, the secretary asks her to go to a place called Ohio, and meet Steve’s mother.

“I've got his uniform out of storage,” she says by way of explanation, as Diana tries to swallow around the bite of finger sandwich that’s suddenly stuck in her throat. “He never gave them her address, because, well, counterintelligence and all that. So they sent the Medal of Honor and Victoria Cross to his London office.”

Etta digs into her purse and pulls out a piece of bronze with a red and green ribbon, handing it over for Diana to see. “The French sent over a Croix du Guerre as well, which is nice of them, I suppose. So I’ve uh…I’ve got those too.”

“What does any of this have to do with Steve’s mother?” Diana’s stuck on the idea, one that hadn’t occurred to her until now, that there might be a woman, out there in the world of men, who understands what it is to miss him like this. Perhaps even more.

“Well, it’s a military tradition of sorts,” the secretary explains. “Returning a fallen soldier’s honors to his next of kin. A wife or a mother, usually. Don’t your people...”

“We don’t have marriage.” Diana remembers Steve telling her about standing in front of a judge, about breakfast and reading the newspaper and promising each other forever. “And I was the only Amazon to have an earthly mother.”

“Who, by the way, I would love to meet someday,” Etta muses, so cheerfully that Diana almost forgets it’s an impossibility, turning over the spiked medal in her hands and seeing the glint off of his family name.

“This is how the world of men celebrates the deaths of their bravest.” It’s not really a question, but Etta nods. “Parades and confetti and scraps of bronze tied up with bows.”

“It's all very ceremonial,” Etta agrees at first, before sucking a breath in through her teeth. “But it's not really about celebrating how he died, is it? They're medals for honor and bravery, selflessness in the line of duty. It's more about how he lived.”

With each day they spend together, Diana comes to see more and more of the reasons that Steve trusted the secretary among his closest counterparts. And friends too, Diana muses. She's never had a friend like Etta Candy.

“Anyway,” the woman continues. “Won't be a long trip, we’ll be back before the new year. London at the holidays was Steve’s favorite. Ridiculous man, always loved the snow.”

There's so much still to learn about Steve Trevor, Diana feels a rush of nostalgic relief to hear something she already knows. That night, she dreams of snowflakes getting stuck in his eyelashes.

It's a long boat ride to America, much longer than their trip from Themyscira. Perhaps it just feels that way without his company. It's gloomy and freezing for the entirety of their journey and on the fourth day, she's just about to go stir-crazy in the shared state room when Etta digs into her bag and shoves a box wrapped in red paper into her hands.

“Happy early Christmas, Diana.”

She's aware of the significance of the impending Pagan holiday, but confused all the same by her friend's gesture.

“No, Etta, I cannot accept this.” It seems right to protest, though she knows the woman well enough by now to understand it won’t work. “I did not get you anything in return.”

“It's gift enough, not to have to this make this trip alone.” The sincere words are framed with a sad smile. “Besides, to be honest, I didn't really get it for you. It's, um -- it’s Steve’s present.”

Diana's vision blurs and her heads lists to the side, unable to see past his name written on the tag, barely hearing as the other woman explains, “I thought I might give it to his mother, but really, you should have it.”

She peels back the paper and opens the small box. Inside, nestled in tissue, is a blown glass figure, delicate and intricate and beautiful.

“We always joked about getting an office Christmas tree,” Etta explains, “but we usually weren't in one place long enough to make things festive.”

It’s a woman, dressed in a flowing gown, with wings lIke Hermes’ blossoming from her back. A simple thing, really, but it takes her breath away.

“It’s fitting in a way, isn’t it?” Etta muses when Diana remains silent. “You did pluck him from the ocean, after all.”

“Angel...” Steve's voice came almost as a whisper, but filled the silence of the room in Veld. They were tangled up in each other, catching their breaths for the third or fourth time since he shut the door behind him. “I think you must be an angel.”

“You know that I’m not.” Their faces rested so close on the pillow that her lips nearly brushed his as she spoke. “I told you, Zeus--”

“I know, I know, you're the greatest piece of pottery in human history.” This time he was teasing her, but as he nuzzled at her nose, warm hand running up and down her side, she found she doesn't mind at all. “But hear me out, okay? You come from the heavens. You pull me out of the sea, save my life. You protect humankind. Sounds like an angel to me.”

She could have corrected him again, but she decided to kiss him instead. The hours were ticking away on his father's watch and soon it would be time to fight again.

When their feet finally touch land in New York City, there’s barely time to enjoy it. Next up is a train to Cleveland and then a long ride to the Trevor family farm.

Diana knocks at the front door first, impatient for their journey to see its purpose through, and annoyed at the nerves that have begun fluttering around her stomach. But when it swings open, Etta has to take the lead. Diana freezes in her tracks, because another thing she never knew about Steve Trevor is that he got his eyes from his mother.

“Mrs. Trevor...” Etta begins, but instead of a reply, she gets wrapped up in a bear hug. Diana expects the bitter kind of breakdown that she’s watched for weeks as ships came back to harbor with less men than they departed. But there’s a soft smile on the woman's face that makes her tears look something less than tragic.

“It’s good to see you again, Etta.” She even sounds a little like Steve, the same dialect, same warmth. “Really, it is.”

“I’m sorry it has to be like this.” There are tears in Etta’s voice too as she nods, stepping inside at the other woman's insistence before turning back to the door. “Diana, this is Sarah Trevor. Mrs. Trevor, this is--”

“Diana.” She extends a hand, which Steve's mother shakes with the same smile and only the slightest hesitation. “Diana Prince.”

It's the name she'd given Etta a week or two earlier, when the secretary explained how she'd need a verifiable identity in order to do things like take a boat across the Atlantic. She's not sure why she sticks with the moniker at first, until she realizes it's one of the things she'll always be able to remember about Steve Trevor, how he sounded when he said her name.

“It's nice to meet you, Diana.” The woman releases her hand with a quick squeeze, and then turns back. “And Etta, please, I’ve told you. Call me Sarah.”

“I'm sorry... for your loss.” Diana’s heard the stilted words passed back and forth amongst strangers since the end of the war. It seems to be what one says under the circumstances, and somehow, suddenly, it becomes the only thing she can find within her own grief. “I'm so, so sorry.”

Steve’s mother turns back to her then, and gives her a long, discerning look. It’s almost too much to bear. She’s seen those eyes in her dreams almost every night since the war ended, she’d know them anywhere. “My dear, that's kind of you to say but it's certainly unnecessary.”

“I should have stopped him.” Now she can’t seem to turn the words off. She's revisited that night a thousand times in her mind, futilely perfecting a thousand different strategies where Steve got to live. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize what he was planning and I should have... I should have stopped him.”

“Diana--” Etta's right to warn her, she's spinning out a little and getting dangerously close to details she shouldn’t be sharing. But Sarah Trevor just shakes her head with a smile and takes Diana's hands in her own.

“See now, if you knew my Stevie at all, then you know there wasn’t going to be any stopping him.” It's the truth, and Diana takes what feels like her first deep breath in months, trying to smile back.

She follows his mother's eyes over to the fireplace, where there are a few framed photographs displayed on the mantle. One is the same picture from the victory parade in London, Steve grinning next to his plane. Diana battles the urge to cross the room and run her fingers over it as Sarah continues.

“Mothers of soldiers spend their lives dreading the call.” Diana thinks briefly of her own mother, remembers Hippolyta's words about her greatest joy and sorrow. “Mothers of spies just hope they'll be lucky enough to get one.”

“I should have stopped him…”

Etta mercifully saves her from her reverie, interrupting cautiously. “So, Sarah, how's the farm been?”

“Doing pretty well,” she answers, without turning to face the question. “We were back to top yield last summer, which is a good sign.”

Diana crosses to the window, where a half-melted white candle sits in a dish on the sill. She can see for what seems like miles across the rows of tilled earth, frozen and capped with white.

“Winter wheat,” Steve’s mother explains behind her. “Not much to look at until springtime. My brother-in-law runs the farm and the mill, his house is across the field.”

“That is important work.” Diana turns back to see she's being studied by both women in the room. “Something to be proud of.”

“Stevie always was,” Sarah nods, joining Diana at the window. Her hair is more grey than brown and the lines on her face might be from worry or laughter, but she's undoubtedly beautiful. Diana can't help but look for Steve in every part of her. “He’d ride his bike a half-mile across the way every morning before the sun came up, work the fields after school, and ride back at sunset.”

“In the summertime, when it was time to cut, he’d be over there all day long,” she continues, grinning blindly at the glass, at the memories of time long past. “I wouldn’t be able to see him across the field, the wheat was so high. But I could always hear him on his way home. He’d stand up on the pedals and stretch his arms out, calling to me as he got closer, ‘Mom! I’m on the wind!’”

Diana smiles and turns back to the mantle with her head swirling in a hundred different directions. Next to Steve’s army photo is a different man in uniform, a man she recognizes immediately, even though she's never seen him before.

“My boy was born and bred to be soldier, but I always knew he’d be a hero,” his mother recalls, when she sees what’s drawn Diana’s attention. “He loved frontiersman, pirate kings, dime novel detectives… But his biggest inspiration of all was--”

“Sergeant Charles Trevor.” Sarah falters only slightly when the name leaves Diana’s lips and then she blinks, looking at her like she’s seeing her anew, nodding softly in confirmation.

Diana looks again at the photo on the mantle. Steve may have gotten his eyes from his mother, but the crinkle in his brow, the good-natured smirk, and the debonair jawline were all from this man, standing proud with a rifle strapped across his back. He fought for what he believed in, she remembers. Eventually, it killed him.

“One day, Charles came back early from the front, beat all to hell.” Sarah's voice changes tone then, and when Diana looks up, she’s watching the front door. “He had ridden all the way home from South Dakota on his own, and it us took a while to put together what had happened. My little boy didn't say a word for a whole two weeks when he found out that his daddy was a deserter.”

The Amazons don’t speak such a word, but having witnessed the horrors of war in the world of man firsthand, Diana thinks she may be forming a new perspective on military obedience.

“Stevie didn’t understand what happened at Wounded Knee until some time later, and by then, his father had already given up on this world.” Diana thinks of Steve’s sad eyes, then of Chief’s words. It seems every death in the world of man is more tragic than the next. “The guilt derailed Charles for good, but it only pushed Stevie forward. He was always saying, ‘If you see something wrong happening in the world, you can do nothing, or you can do something.’”

“He said his father taught him that.” Despite what Steve had told her the night they met, Diana still can't imagine him taking the passive way out of any conflict. “He couldn't do nothing.”

“His father may have taught him the difference, but my boy never did ‘nothing’ a day in his life.” Sarah tells them with conviction that’s laced with a little exasperation. “He came home from his first day of secondary school with a fat lip and a story about a cripple boy who was getting picked on. Then it was a tribe that needed help, then an army that needed guidance, then a world that needed saving.”

“He was a hero,” Diana tells her, certain that a woman as bright as Sarah Trevor must surely know it by now. “He was a great man, and I…”

It's almost the first time she says it aloud, and she hears Etta swallow a gasp. “I’m sorry every day that he’s gone.”

If Steve’s mother senses the truth that’s threatened to spill out of her, she doesn't let on. In fact, she just smiles again, letting Diana see the best of him in her likeness. “Thank you dear,” she says, reaching up to brush away an errant hair. “But he's not gone. The wheat will grow high next summer, and I'll hear him from across the field. He's on the wind.”

Diana reaches up to touch at the wet corners of her eyes then, and when the sleeve of her jacket pulls down a little, something catches Sarah’s eyes. Oh. Of course.

“You should have this,” Diana fiddles with the clasp, her wrist instantly feeling more vulnerable without the timepiece or her gauntlets. “He told me about it, gave it to me to keep safe, just before…”

Her words and movements stop with a gentle hand that closes her palm around the watch, pressing it back towards her chest. It brings back a memory so strong, Diana’s knees almost buckle.

“If he gave it to you, dear, then he meant for you to have it,” Steve’s mother assures her with a meaningful look. “My son didn't part easily with the things that he loved.”

“Is it always this quiet when it snows?” It was in the space between very late night and very early morning when she sat halfway up to pull back the curtains and look out the window at the town square, which appeared far too serene for the war zone it had been just hours earlier. “Does it always feel there isn't a soul around for miles?”

“Is it quiet?” Steve was prone on the bed, dozing off but still grabbing for any part of her he could reach. When she looked back at him, the biggest grin split across his face. “I can't hear anything over my heart pounding in my ears.”

Diana flopped back down beside him with a full-bodied laugh that tapered off when she pressed her forehead to his. “Is it always like this?”

“When it snows?” She had nodded in agreement, despite the fact that her eyes were telling him something else entirely. In return, his told her everything she needed to know. He couldn’t promise her anything but one night, they both knew that. But maybe it was enough that he wanted to.

“It could be.” Steve’s smile matched her own and so she pressed them together, swiping her tongue across his lower lip. She didn’t ever want to stop teasing him, didn’t ever want to stop tasting him. But she knew the sun would be rising soon.

“And what happens in the morning?”

“In the morning...” he started softly, and she didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered dark before settling back on her. Time was nearly up. “In the morning, we have breakfast, and we read the newspaper, and then--”

She almost wanted him to lie to her, but she knew that he wouldn’t. “Then it’s back to the war.”

The sun is setting over the farmhouse in the distance when they step back outside, leaving Mrs. Trevor with another firm hug apiece and a promise to return someday that Diana hopes isn’t an empty one.

As they walk toward the waiting car, her footsteps slow, physically unwilling to leave this place that has memories of Steve in its bones, this place that had been the reason for so much of who he was. For miles around her, the fields are draped in white, but Diana can picture them in the summertime, golden grain high enough that Sarah Trevor would barely be able to spot her son's hair -- the color of chaff -- over the tops of the stalks.

A cold breeze picks up and Diana’s hit with a feeling so familiar, she can’t help but close her eyes and turn her head towards the sky. She’s done this countless times before, but it's never felt like it does this time, and she knows why.

Time will pass, and things will change, but Steve will always be with her. For the next hundred years, and then on after that. He's on the wind.

#wonder woman fic #wondertrev #wonder woman #wondertrev fic #diana x steve #diana prince #steve trevor #diana prince fic #wonder woman angst #first mate fic #diana x steve fic

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Backstory.

((OOC and It’s likely going to get lost, but I’ll link it at the front. This is my Sol’s story, in chronological order, from the time I started RPing this iteration of him. It’s going to be a lot, so it’s under the link. This is mostly for me but also anyone who’s interested?))

- The story's the same up until after Sollux gets blinded pre-retcon and leaves with Aradia to drift in the dream bubbles, greeting ghosts and talking to dead friends, etc etc, everything you do in dream bubbles while still alive and totally reliant on your moirail for everything.

- He decided he wanted to fight in the battle against Lord English. He hated being a burden, being Aradia's pet pity project. He wanted to do something. He wanted to fight. He was adamant. He'd thought there wasn't anything left for him to do, anyway. He'd already survived to the end of his lifelong prophecy, heard no more voices, received no more visions. Aradia didn't have the heart to tell him that it was the wrong path.

- Using her music boxes, which were not given to Gamzee in this timeline, she rolls time back with him and takes him to his planet. He'd already completed most of the planet quest on his own and with Feferi's help at the time, with Aradia's help and actual conviction he was able to complete the puzzle and eradicate the fire that plagued his world.

- His plan was to reach god tier, to reset and heal his body, to awaken his powers, and to throw everything he could into protecting his timeline and fighting. Unfortunately that wasn't in Paradox Space's plans, and although this wasn't the contributing factor to this timeline's doom, he goes on to believe his decision was the cause for it without any evidence ever given to prove otherwise. His quest cocoon was still aflame, so he and Aradia didn't have to think too hard about how he'd actually need to die in it. It was a matter of being held in it long enough to suffocate and die. It wasn't a great plan to be honest.

- Turns out none of it was a great plan. Burning alive sucks. At least you suffocate before you burn to death. Worse is going a sweep and a half in silent bliss only to have sight returned, voices tenfold, and knowledge beyond comprehension of doom and what it entails to all. Sensory overload. His pan couldn't handle it. Too much screaming, too much death, countless upon countless ghosts would be killed in the battle of Lord English and he heard each one at once, his own included. He was going to die heroically. His pan was too busy drowning to even decide if he was okay with that.

- Aradia decided she'd seen enough of the suffering. The timeline was doomed anyway, and Sollux put in this much effort, this much will to fight, that she didn't want to see him throw it away so quickly. On her way back to their own time, she split into an alternate timeline and dropped him there, leaving him alone. Her reasons were her own, and he couldn't tell you what they were beyond the fact he trusted whatever Aradia had been thinking.

- Wherever he'd been left alone at, Sollux's thinkpan couldn't handle the stimulation overload and shut off from itself. His memories of what happened were locked off, trapping him into a confused state for a long time that he just learned to get used to. He remembers being blind and being with Aradia, but he's got no answers as to why he's healthy, can see, and is alone now. He'd taken up residence in a memory of his old hive.

- Thanks to time being wrong in the dream bubbles and Sollux missing a large chunk of his memory thanks to trauma-induced memory loss, he's complacent to stay for a while without really having a grasp of how much time has gone by, especially when he's being left alone, unsupervised, and already had an abysmal sense of time passing. This period of time doesn't treat him well, it's a miracle he manages to sustain himself at all, but he does manage to not die out of stupidity and miscare.

(Here is where backstory "ends" and roleplay begins. A lot of this backstory was fleshed out through play, because for a while I didn't have an explanation as to why he could see but remembered being blind.)

- He finds a Psii trapped in a dream bubble, unaware that he's dead, still serving as the Helmsman to the Battleship Condescension. Sollux goes through his usual habit when meeting a ghost that doesn't know they're dead: don't tell them, help them through the memory and let them remember on their own. Psii never remembered. Sollux eventually grew fond of the pitiful fuck. Wanted to help him. Learned more about him. Looked forward to talking to him. Several perigees pass talking to the dead Helmsman and he never once mentions the truth to Psii. He's falling in pity.

- It doesn't help that a new Aradia has stumbled into his life. Not HIS Aradia, he's never seen her since before he could see. It doesn't help that Sollux Captor is head over heels in love with Aradia, a troll who had been only pale with him. Her feelings never went ruddy the way his did, so he'd never told her. Tried to move on. This girl, though. She had different plans. She was flush for this certain wreck of a Sollux captor. And that made things difficult.

- He's got feelings split, half between the old trapped helmsman who's newest fear is decommissioning. He doesn't know he's already dead and he's begging Sollux not to let him die. Half between the girl he grew up with, an alternate perhaps but timelines close enough that they meshed anyway. The old Helmsman and the girl both know about each other, he's never been interested in hiding their existance from each other. And they never chose to fight.

- Sollux comes up with a reckless rescue plan involving Aradia, Vriska, and Jane. The day Psii's memory has him pulled from the helm, which saves Sollux and them a lot of trouble of having to learn how to unhook a helmsman on the fly, is the day they infiltrate the ship. There's several phantoms of the crew around, but since none of it is really real, they have little problem retrieving the "dying" helmsman. Sollux has informed none of the other players that Psii is in fact already dead, and convinces Jane to use a life restoration skill on Psii to save him from death. This revives his ghost, and the Psiionic is now half-alive. Sollux didn't want him to know he died as a slave, and that was his single selfish drive through the entire mission.

- Psii comes to live with Sollux at Sollux's hive and Aradia visits often. The three have decided on an arrangement where the three of them share a poly flush arrangement between themselves equally, quite possibly the best outcome the tangle of feelings could have had. It was good. Psii stays with Sollux as he heals, builds weight, and generally learns how to be a troll again.

- Psii brings home a half-grown ghost kitten which they decide to name Sanity.

- The Psiionic becomes pale with an Eridan younger than Sollux, but no less feisty. It takes them a long time to get along, but they eventually, tentatively manage. Psii, for the most part, visits Eridan's hive when he needs some pale time.

- Due to shenanigans originally intent on Sollux wanting to harass every Eridan he could find, he gathers them into a group and picks a fight. Like he's trying to prove something, he was in an especially manic phase and felt it was a good idea. Unfortunately, Psii had come with him and things didn't go as planned. It ended up being a peaceful arrangement with three of the Amporas entranced in a lightshow, one of them taking a shine to Sollux. Psii ended up forcing two of them along with Sollux into a cuddle pile, and it was all a gross pseudo-pale, peaceful mess.

- Since he could tolerate the guy fairly well, Sollux decided to follow up on the second, older Eridan. Since they both had the same name, Psii decided to split their names; the younger one who was his own moirail became Eri, and the elder one who took a shine to Sollux became Danny. Both Eridans complied without complaint, and that just became the way they were addressed.

- Sollux meets a stranger named Jaydia who turns out to be his descendant from an alternate timeline. They grow close, and form a tentative pale bond after some time. Unfortunately, Sollux is an absolute mess, and she wasn't able to provide for him in the way he needed her to. They break off the relationship, but remain friends. She stays together with Aradia.

- Turns out Amporas are stupid and pitiful if you actually take the time to get to know them. Sollux wouldn't be sure which one of them was paler first, but eventually they had a sit-down at Danny's hive and discussed some clear pity tension that lead to the diamond quadrant being happily filled. Which was good, because Sollux desperately needed that someone to take care of him, and Danny was more than willing to deliver, and gave him what he needed perfectly to keep him a sane, functioning troll.

- For a short period of time, Sollux has a pitch entanglement with Vriska. She proves to be a rather terrible kismesis, not that anyone was surprised by that. Not one fuckin' bit. The relationship lasts little over two weeks before he addresses her directly and severs it. They don't speak again after that, probably out of shame for being shitty spades. Who knows.

- Danny and Sollux attempt to vacillate black together now that the quadrant is free, because Sollux is so fucking pale for his diamond that he was willing to help the seatroll let off steam. While it helped a little bit, both of them were too pale for that shit and it ultimately wasn't a option they pursued.

- A grub is created through ectobiology from the donors Meenah Peixes and Roxy Lalonde, then ultimately abandoned to Psii through Meenah because he was the only troll she knew who wouldn't kill it. A white-skinned fuschia grub that they eventually decided to name Caliya Peixes, and she became a part of their family. Soon after this, they all decide to move to Aradia's hive, because there's a lot more space for the lot of them there rather than a hivecell that used to belong to a stem.

- He talks to Danny about his memory problems. It'd been something he'd been so used to that he never gave it thought, but Eridan had to go asking QUESTIONS, and Sollux realized with a prickle of discomfort he was met with confusion and darkness when he tried to answer them. Brought up suggestions. Maybe he was dead, and didn't remember. A ghost. Maybe he was god tier. Maybe he was just fucked up. It made him scared. Thankfully, Danny knew someone. A Kurloz Makara, who was talented enough with his chucklevoodoos that he could pick apart a troll's brain and surface any repressed memories. After discussing with both of his matesprits what he should do, he decides to accept the offer and meet with Kurloz.

- The retrieval, in essense, was simple. Sit in the same room, lower his mental barriers, and let Kurloz pick apart his thinkpan. It was absolutely fucking terrifying, and it was only his trust for Danny's suggestion that he allowed the clown in. And Kurloz discovered a lot more than they'd bargained for. Having his pan opened to everything that had been locked out for who knows how long, he nearly lost his mind a second time, but Kurloz was able to grab hold of his mind and calm him just enough for Sollux to get a grip on himself and work on getting the overwhelming sensations under control.

- Under control is a loose definition, he takes a long time to learn how to make anything manageable, lots of sleepless days and restless nights. Lots of sweat-filled late-day piles with his moirail to keep himself in one piece while he sorted through the voices that overwhelmed even those that he remembered, voices from many different timelines overlapping, trying to force their way into his understanding as was the way of the Mage.

- Danny goes missing. There's no word, no warning, nothing at all to indicate where he might have gone. Sollux looks, but can't find him. Stays alone in the other troll's hive sometimes. Wanders. Tries countless code functions to try and track him, met with dead end after dead end. He doesn't take the loss well, feels betrayed and abandoned. Like it was his fault.

- Aradia's gone on longer and longer excursions until she stops coming back at all. Jaydia goes missing in this time as well. It's down to Sollux and Psii again, and they come to terms with having been abandoned by their matesprit.

- Eri comes to stay with the Captors at Aradia's hive after being attacked in his hive and it being rendered unlivable until repairs are made. Repairs end up being put off because Eridan is injured from the attack, and he honestly prefers living with the Captors as opposed to being alone on his island.

- Sollux and Psii are asleep in the couch when Psii has a nightmare. Eri happens to pass through and wake his moirail because it looks fairly bad. However, the nightmare was an old memory of his time with Dualscar, and Eridan waking him up only left him trapped frightened in the memory. Two optic blasts from the frightened Psiionic lost Eri his right arm and Sollux one of his expendable lives. It was later revealed that Sollux hadn't prevented injury because he'd forseen the event, and had he interfered he would have died a Heroic death trying to protect Eridan, and Eridan would have suffered a doubledeath, leaving Psii alive, traumatized, and alone.

- Sollux has gone through a few different coping mechanisms to handle not having his goddamned moirail, who he's still in love with, his matesprit, who he's still in love with. Alcohol, sparingly, but he's no good with that. Self harm in the form of self-neglect. He even tried smoking after bumming cigarrettes off of Cronus to see if nicotine would calm his nerves. It's not even the fact that he doesn't have his close people anymore, it's the fact that Paradox wants to claim the death he's supposed to have. What's worse, it wants Psii dead too. Two Captors who shouldn't even be alive, and it wants to fix this mistake. And he's trying so hard on his own to keep them safe without anyone knowing. It's hard. It's hard and no one understands.

- Psii is stressed because Sollux is stressed, and finding out Sollux started smoking was the last straw for Psii. He tears into Sollux after cornering him, and the confrontation turns to fighting until they flip to an unhealthy sort of black. Eri, who can hear the crashing and thumping from the other room, ends up coming in in an attempt to auspiticize the whole affair. His attempts are wildly unsuccessful but the situation gets diffused regardless, and Sollux stops smoking.

- Eridan becomes kismesis with Nepeta Leijon.

- Eridan befriends Equius Zahhak, and the two, over time, become close enough to form a matespritship. Eridan decides he'd like to move back to his ship and bring the Captors with him, there's plenty of splace. The four end up forming a familiy unit thanks to the closeness of their quadrants. Eridan also receives a useful robotic arm from an alternate Equius.

- A Dualscar, who had been periodically giving trouble to Sollux, Aradia, Psii, and Caliya, appears again after months of silence and shoves a seadwelling grub into Eridan's arms. Being disallowed to cull the grub by both his matesprit and his moirail, Eridan chooses to raise it, naming him Aristl after the ancient philosopher, Aristotl.

- Eridan ends up breaking up with Nepeta after nearly killing her twice because she continued to press the wrong buttons. She attempted to get Sollux to ausptitize their relationship in an attempt to save it, but he refuses because there was no saving it.

- Sollux engages in a kismessitude with a fuschia-blooded emporer Eridan for a short period of time before he to vanishes from the grid. At this point he's really bitter about making any sort of relationships. Bitter and hesitant. Psii and Eri are starting to collectively force pale time on him, because he's a nervous wreck who refuses to let anything out and cross quadrant lines. He's the only one that seems to actually give a fuck about that, though.

- After joining hivestuck in a last attempt at salvation from himself and hope for distraction, he comes across his missing moirail very briefly. He barely gets an exchange and then doesn't see him again. He's extremely sad and bitter over this, understandably. Something tentative and pale is happening with Equius at home, but Sollux is so fucking scared of someone leaving him again that he won't even look at it.

- He accidentally got bit right in the neck by one of the grubs, and the little guy's fangs were long enough to pierce into an important vein in his neck, which would produce internal bleeding that none of them knew how to heal. Eri ended up talking Psii out of a mercy kill to do it himself and trigger Sollux's conditional immortality to make him well again.

- He currently has a robot he received from an alternate Equius that he's been working on programming an AI for, because he wants to see if he can use it as a surrogate moirail, because he is that fucking scared of another troll leaving him behind and he's going to end up getting himself killed if he doesn't have something that he won't push away. This route's going to go about as well as you're expecting it to: awfully.

- His kismesis returned to him after some pisspoor excuse but has made promise not to leave again. He’s skeptical, but he’s getting really jaded on people being close to him all around.

This brings us to present.

#ooc #sollux captor #biography

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20thcentury-kylo · 7 years ago

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Aftermath

Hey, i decided to write again because i love this ship. Also please if anything, leave a review i want to know what you guys think. Just the feeling of dark magic coursing through her veins was enough to make her shiver. She felt... strange, violent, ready to hurt just about anything. Moon sighed to herself, her back against the wall as she stared intently at her wrists. Suddenly pulled from her thoughts the girl turned her attention to the sound of knocking at her door. "C-Come in!" Moon said as she composed herself, and hid her wrists behind her back. Slowly but surely River Johansson walked in with a worried look on his face. "Are you ok queen moon, everyone's worried about you. " Stepping in fully, River noticed the girls concealed hands. Moon sighed In relief of seeing River, in reality she really wanted someone to comfort her. "Hey w-what happened to your hands?" The young Johansson inquired, stepping closer to her as he spoke. Moon reflexively shifted back only to feel her back against the wall. River continued advancing speaking calmly. "It's ok, you can show me."He now kneeled down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, and looked directly into her eyes. Moon was hesitant at first but soon enough, River had seen what she had been trying to hide. Her veins clear as day, and tainted with dark magic. "H-how did this happen?" River stared with shocked eyes, only making Moon feel more ashamed at what she had done. He looked up to see her distraught face on the verge of tears, and instantly pulled her into him, causing her to break. "I did what I had to but I-I feel so bad about it!" The girl sobbed as tears started to fall. Holding tighter as she let her emotions run wild. The boy lifted her chin up to face him, sympathy in his eyes. "It's ok you did the right thing, you saved all of mewni!" Moon's tears dried up as she stared back at the boy, a small smile gracing her features. River smiled back a blush forming on his chubby face. "Thank you River, I can always count on you to help me." She said with one last sniff causing River to blush harder. A/N: it gets a bit ooc at this point "Anything for you Moon." River's heart pounding like a drum as their faces drew near each other. "Anything? " She questioned softly unaware of the closeness they shared. "Without a doubt. " He whispered, and with a final push, their lips met. The kiss was light, and only lasted a moment but in that moment the once tainted skin faded briefly as the diamonds on the young queens cheeks lit up like fireflies in the night. Her shocked eyes closed as she melted into the kiss living in the moment, and forgetting her previous mistakes. River was nothing short of ecstatic. The feeling of Moon's soft lips against his was unbelievable, letting the moment over take him. Soon they pulled away gazing at one another. "Amazing. " River breathed out as he took in what just happened earning a small giggle from the girl in front of him. Moon was finally at peace with herself even if just for the moment. So there they sat, in each others arms in a moment's bliss. FIN I seriously hoped you enjoyed this since I haven't actually written in forever. But anyway please leave a Favorite Follow, and most importantly, a Review.... Kylo Out XD!!! Also check out my fanfic account (Same as my Tumblr)

#ship #shipping #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #moon butterfly #young moon butterfly #river johansen #moon x river #romance #fanfic #fanfiction #comfort #fluffy #im so tired #tired as fuuuuck #but i have to #post something

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realrhythmskrp · 8 years ago

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DISPATCH, 03/30/17: Mirage Media has officially released information about leader and main rapper, Yong Seongkyeo, also known as Kyeo, on G-ZER0’s official website! Kyeo is a ‘93 liner and has been beloved by fans since his debut in 2013. Find out more about Kyeo below!

I, YONG SEONGKYEO, have read and understand the terms and conditions as my position of LEADER AND LEAD RAPPER of G-ZER0 and agree to honor the standards that are to be expected of me as an employee of MIRAGE.

OOC INFORMATION

Preferred name: Ossy Pronouns: they/them Timezone: EST Other muses: —

IC INFORMATION

Faceclaim: Park Jiwoo aka Jinjin of ASTRO

Name: Yong Seongkyeo Stage name (if applicable): Kyeo

Idol concept: He is regarded as having some of the best raps in the industry, even having earned a few nicknames from fans due to this. There are rumors that he was offered/is currently being offered a solo rap career under Prime. He was a temporary host for television host 2.

…and it is quite true, because Kyeo has been known to have written raps for many other groups as well as himself and his own group. His fans adore this about him and support him every step of the way. Kyeo does enjoy it, though, because it makes him feel better about himself as a songwriter/rapper. He is always desperate to please not only his fans but other groups and his own. He tries to look prideful but Kyeo does not have a big ego. So while he looks like he can do anything to his fans, he actually does struggle a lot on the inside and with himself when it comes to all the work he has to do. His public image is so much more pure than his private life, as he prefers not to worry his fans and even his groupmates. There is nothing worse than having the attention all shifted onto him. This is why Kyeo always works hard for everyone.

Birth date and age: Oct. 26th, 1993; age 23 Company name: Mirage Group Name (if applicable): G-ZER0 Group Position (if applicable): Leader/Lead rapper

Strengths: Kyeo’s strengths include his rapping and songwriting skills. He is also very good at putting forth a lot of energy to keep his group running and overall is a strong support as the leader of his group. Weaknesses: While he does sing and dance, he is not as great as his groupmates, especially when it comes to dancing. He is always one of the last ones to learn all the moves and has to work harder because of this. It is also very easy for Kyeo to become disorganized and overworked.

Positive traits: ambitious, sympathetic, attentive Negative traits: introverted, vulgar, quiet

PERSONAL HISTORY: tw: homophobia

When your family is broke as hell, all you ever want is for them to get by, right? That’s what Kyeo really wanted, but somehow it never really seemed to be enough. With a booming economy and mother out of work, there wasn’t much that him and his older brother could do until they got into high school.

Kyeo was born into a family of three; a mom, dad, and older brother by 3 years. From his birth to when he was about ten years old, things were just great between the family. His mom and dad worked 9 to 5 jobs that had them up in the morning for breakfast and home at night for dinner as well as his brother helping Kyeo with his homework almost every night he had some. They were like a blissful, fairy tail family–

And then his mom lost her job. He was eleven and it seemed that it was the only thing she really cared about. It was also when his father was promoted, but the promotion was anything but good for the family. Kyeo found his father working long hours, spending all his time at home in bed either drinking, watching television, or sleeping away so that he could get up and do the same routine all over again the next day. It was painful to see, that and the fact this his mom did what seemed like a complete 360 degree twist of her life. She was more harsh, more rude, and definitely a lot more strict on her boys.

Upon entering high school at the age of fifteen, Kyeo had a factory job in the city to which he reported to almost every day after school. They were nice to him and they barely let him work past sunset every day in order to send him home to have dinner and do his homework. But it just caused more drama between him and his mom– and not to mention his brother, who was out of high school by then, slaved his way through a job he hated too. It hurt him so much, honestly, seeing his whole family fall apart and he was only fifteen.

But it all changed when he found out he was gay. Being gay is something you don’t like to talk about with your family that often and Kyeo never did, at least, until he brought a boy home from school that he had recently started dating. He was head over heels for the boy; he found peace and heaven in him and the two of them clicked so well despite all the people at school who bullied them to no end. Somehow he felt he could have the shittiest day and wake up remembering he had someone like that in his life and everything would be okay– but that was just a mistake.

The mistake he made was bringing him home. His mom went absolutely nuts. In front of the other fifteen year old’s eyes, his mother beat Kyeo, not with her fists, but with anything she could find - spoons, pans, baking sheets… anything, and it scared the absolute shit out of both of the little kids, so much that Kyeo found himself losing the one boy he felt he could trust and lean on in any situation. He blamed his mom; no, he blamed his whole fucking family for turning into this shitty example of how poverty forces a wedge between the once beautiful relationships they had.

His mom hated his sexuality. His mom hated him and everytime he would make a snide remark about not being interested in a girl that someone showed him, Kyeo found himself being battered, so battered that he became spooked by the littlest brief noises that sounded like the beating of a boy who only wanted his mom to love him. He still gets twitchy hearing things like that, even after he had escaped that life when he was seventeen. He was sick and tired of his mom shitting on his interest in men and and then literally beating him up for it, until he practically bled sometimes. Kyeo had enough.

It was no secret that the boy had a passion for music, and he had used this as an outlet to try and cope with the way his family treated him. With his misfit poems and his desire to do something more, he moved out, and he found himself interning at what was then a small company within his city, RHYTHMS, and as their popularity grew, so did Kyeo’s career in songwriting. He soon grew tired of watching everyone take credit for his work and decided on auditioning himself. It was only to make himself proud and more known to the public. And, to his surprise, he made it into RHYTHMS upcoming group, G-ZER0 at the age of 17.

As a trainee, he pushed himself to every limit every day. He tried to avoid all of his groupmates in G-ZER0 for the simple fact that he didn’t want them to know who he really was, but that was before he found out he was going to be the leader of them all. (Kyeo would never tell anyone how much he cried that night after figuring it out because he was so happy and proud of himself, yet so distraught and unaware of what to make of it all.) From that point on, he lightened up, showing that he could take that responsibility and prove to people he was worth it. There was just one problem– they still didn’t know he was broke and gay.

…and hopefully they would never know. He debuted with the group at the age of 20, shining as their songwriter, leader, and lead rapper. God, he’s so proud of himself but all he can think about sometimes is if his mother knows he’s out here living a dream he never thought he had. He’s so blessed and so thankful that it feels so sinful to think it’s not worth it if his mom doesn’t notice…

So he tries not to, but damn, it still hurts.

Nowadays he finds himself doing all he can to support his group. He is 23 and too old for being the emotional child he was when the group had debuted. Many fans believe he has grown as a person with the position at stake, and Kyeo truly believes it too. He finds himself thankful for his career and the way it has shaped him, because he has opened up a bit more, become more responsible, and also found that he can appreciate life without constantly looking over his shoulder for the face that he used to think judge him. He cherishes not only his fans but his group mates, as they are his closest and the most important people in his life. He has achieved not only being the leader one of the most popular boy groups of all time, but also being a soloist on the side, having released a mixtape and some singles. Kyeo is still working towards his goals, too, even though he has already achieved them, because he always believes that the sky’s the limit.

#ryt:accepted #ryt:gzer0 #ryt:mirage #rytkyeo

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