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yuwumeniji · 2 years

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ONE DATE WITH LUXIEM

If we went on a date, where would we go?

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: this is the most delusional i'll ever be and then i'll crawl into a hole and disintegrate into dust ♡

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GENERAL ; setting the stage

Established relationship with the luxiem members (albiet the beginning of one)

first dates !!! fluff !!!

i only know what romance is via otome game, i've never been on a date myself lmao

who proofread lmao (def not me)

MORE UNDER THE CUT!

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IKE EVELAND

Classic bookstore/coffee date

what can i say? he's a classy guy

he stayed up all night planning what to do for a date and even called vox of all people for what to do on a first date

"NO! I'm not inviting them to my house on the first date - that's too... ris- hey, I know you're laughing at me!"

he figured that the date wouldn't be enjoyable if he couldn't take you someplace that he also enjoyed, so he settled with an article of top 10 dating spots in your city; thankfully, it included a cafe bookstore that ike is a regular at.

he takes you to his favourite rustic/vintage styled cafe and even gives you his Top 10 List Of Coffees He Would Die For

bonus if the cafe was also a book-lover's heaven ; those bookstore/cafes are so neat (i don't know the actual name for those lmao)

the date ends nicely - a pleasant time together just chatting and drinking coffee together, giving each other book recommendations (ike says it's good insight for a novel that he'd like to dedicate to you at one point) and so on. you both decided to go on another date to find more cafes like this together.

LUCA KANESHIRO

A thrilling amusement park/arcade date !!!

It's like having to walk a dog with a leash except the dog is luca running around the park grounds and pointing excitedly at different roller coasters

"C'mon Y/N! It'll be fine ! Look, I'll even hold your hand at the big drop, can we pleeease go on that one?"

Backtracking into the night prior, luca is the type to call everyone he knows so that way he could hype himself up for tomorrow

and to ask for fashion advice - it's surprising to hear something like this from luca, the man of fashion himself

also he just wanted to share with everyone that he finally scored a date with someone he likes

luca takes you to many different rides - thriller rides, fun rides, rides he's never been on, you name it!

luckily for you, the amusement park also had a small arcade too - luca took it upon himself to win you every prize imaginable even if some of the things he did made him look silly

the date ends off at a romantic ferris wheel ride because vox told him it'll be romantic AND he's seen it in anime before (of course anime would be correct, they are very accurate with the love-story telling for sure!)

the date is a success! luca scored another date - perhaps next time, things will be a little more calmer.

MYSTA RIAS

the ever so classic movie date - but he's the one who suggests to watch a horror movie (even though you do know he's a little cowardly at times, you follow along with his plan)

it was either vox or luca who actually suggested the horror movie - much to mysta's dismay, but !! he's willing to do so for you !!

"a horror movie? are you sure?"

mysta would like to think he's THE shit, the smoothest person on earth who is about to woo YOU

date plan (brought to you by mysta): suggest horror film for your first date with him, watches you get scared and comforts you while putting on a brave face so that way he would look cool and epic in your eyes, fall in love (SUCCESS)

he could've suggested a rom-com, but he wanted to seem so alpha sigma male and not some beta male (cue the eye roll) in your eyes that he completely forgets to pick a movie that was enjoyable for the both of you

he also fails to realize his own fears and instead cowers behind you while watching the scary movie together (bonus points if he is legitimately hiding his face in the crook of your neck or something so he doesn't watch the film lmao)

after leaving the theater, he starts becoming sulky and pouty about looking cowardly in front of you that it literally takes your entire being and a half to practice self control - whatever you do, don't tease him !!! he's trying his best !!! even though he's so cute and all ;;;

you can believe that he instantly started jumping for joy when you suggested to watch a movie together again

SUCCESS! i hope

SHU YAMINO

a trip to the aquarium is to die for when going on a date with shu

shu instantly thought of bringing you to an aquarium after winning tickets for 2 at a local supermarket for one of their events

the night before the date, shu spent time watching different aquatic documentaries so he could impress you with his knowledge of the fish in the aquariums (yes he watched wild kratz yes it was to impress you)

nerdge shu (REAL) - while you both are touring around the aquarium, he starts to tell you random facts about the fish you see

"oh yeah? that's a clownfish.... best well known for their role in finding nemo..."

lots of photos !!! the cutest couple aquarium photos to ever exist !!!

the walks under the tunnel area felt a bit too romantic - walking hand in hand with shu, watching him ramble off about the sharks that swam peacefully and the lighting.

dear god the lighting

surprisingly enough, the blue and green hues of the aquatic tanks made shu's whole appearance feel otherworldly ; if you can disregard the flames that follow him around ever-so often. it was mesmerizing (he knows you were staring and he's a little glad that the aquarium lights were able to hide his flustered face)

the date ends off well ; shu had a blast and you gained the important knowledge that he truly is a nerd even though he denies it - well, at least he is your nerd.

best believe from now on, every anniversary or important event will be celebrated at the local aquarium.

VOX AKUMA

an art museum and dinner date, how fancy

another very classy man who had to call everyone he knows because ' holy shit this is THE Y/N he's taking on a date with and his heart is about to combust '

yes we're back with the wiki-how articles on how to impress your date on the first ever date; shu was the one who sent him a link and he thought maaybe it's good for a little light reading

"Shu... you're a genius! they would love this!"

"Vox, it's just a wiki-how article, you don't have to take it to hea-"

"SHUBERT I OWE YOU ONE."

he eventually settles on a nearby art museum as they were having an event for an artist you once mentioned - perfect!

that definitely displays that he was listening to your conversations with him and he remembers - how sentimental!

as for dinner, he decided to show off his culinary prowess and impress you with a restaurant quality dinner created by yours truly!

he's about to become the man of sex the man who is going to sweep you off your feet!

well at least that's what he hoped.

the art museum was boring - the two of you only toured around the small exhibit and left quickly THEN went to a fast food chain of all places before you could try vox's cuisine.

it made him pouty on the way home that the date didn't go according to plan, but you noticed how much effort he made in order to make it fun for you, and to be honest - knowing this was a lot better than the actual date itself.

so the date ends off surprisingly well - a little kiss on the cheek for goodbye and another scheduled date where the two of you get to laze around all day is set; vox couldn't be anymore happier than that.

#yuwrote #ive never been on a date nor have i planned one and this imagine proves how bitchless i am LMFAO #i hope this was still enjoyable to read even though i havent proofread this at all lol #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en luxiem #luxiem imagine #luxiem drabble #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #vox akuma

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 5/?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name ( your best friend’s name)

Part 5! This is going well, I think, I hope you like it :)

So last night, I finished two parts to this series, and guess what? Turns out when Tumblr glitches you have no rights and suddenly all your work is gone! If you need me, I’ll be crying in my writer’s corner

Warnings: Swearing, Trauma, Family Issues, Left on a cliffhanger lol :) sue me, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Down girl, you’ve been on two dates, did he even open up to you fully? A/N texted back to Y/N, who took a quick break to the bathroom to compose herself and fix her hair after Jason, the man she was casually seeing, opened up to her about his father and his father’s criminal record as well as his mother and his mother’s passing.

Yes he opened up to me! But we’ve been spending all day flirting and I told him about how my father is an immigrant and how I tell everyone I am legally a bastard, and I just don’t know, is it too soon to say I like him?

Go get him, Girl. Go get him.

In the other room, Jason was hastily texting his brother Dick, who has been in a relationship with Barbara for a while now, and is deeply committed to her. So, he needed advice.

How did I know when to kiss Barbara? Do you want to kiss Y/N? Dick asked back to Jason.

Yes I want to kiss her you idiot, but when do I do it? We’ve only been on two dates.

Why don’t you take her to a fancy restaurant out of the city where you aren’t being watched constantly and she isn’t flipping off the paparazzi, and then do it? Also, Bruce thinks her flipping off the pap twice is very funny, shockingly.

As soon as he received that text, she walked back out of the bathroom, this time, letting her hair down out of the bun it is usually in.

“You look nice with your hair down, Y/N.”

“You think so? I usually have it down when I don’t have classes.”

“I do think so.”

“Well, thank you, Jason,” she purred, sitting back down in her chair, opposite him.

“Bruce saw your shenanigans with the pap, he apparently thinks it’s funny.”

“Your family is checking in on you? Can’t they trust me?” she said, in a completely sarcastic tone.

“Well, I was just bragging about how lovely I find you.”

“Kind of you to do so, Jason,” she placed her hands on his and had to lift herself up slightly to lean into him, not to kiss him or anything, but to be closer to him.

“Your love language is physical attention,” he smirked at her, “I can tell by how you grab me, Y/N.”

“Don’t psych me out now, we’re having fun!” she whisper-yelled at him.”

“I do it when I’m nervous,” he assured.

“What’s there to be nervous of?” she asked.

“The pretty girl leaning into my face making moves on me?”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” he grinned, “no chance I want you to stop.”

And then his phone rang. He picked it up to hear a very panicked Bruce on the other end,

“Jason, here, now.”

“Okay, okay.”

He hung up and grabbed her hands and leant in, like he was going to kiss her, but only rest his forehead against hers,

“This has been lovely, really, but that was Bruce and he needs me, I’m sorry,” he whispered down to her.

“I understand, we can always go on more dates.”

“I hope we do, see you later, Y/N.”

“See you, Jason.”

And he left. But there was something about the furniture in the house after he left, it smelled like him. Not in a weird way where she was obsessed with it, but she associated the smell with the feeling of riding through the city and the back roads like no one was watching, the feeling of being free, the feeling of being unstoppable.

And that, that was the beauty of the chase, the beauty of what she wanted, to be free, gone from her parents, gone from her twin sister, free.

But, she went to bed that night without even going to her car to pick up her notes. She did have class tomorrow, but it wasn’t criminal psych. It was regular psych. Which she wasn’t stoked for, that’s for damn sure.

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Waking up, she opened her phone at around 5am to see a text from Jason,

You know, I always wanted to try some restaurants in Metropolis, I know you don’t like it, but I know the press doesn’t follow me there. What do you say? (Yes I know it’s 3am I’ll tell you all about what happened and why I’m awake so late later lol)

She thought about it, scared that her parents would see her walking around with this guy they didn’t know. Fuck it, she thought, I only live once.

Jason, I would love to. And I hope that story is a good one.

He almost immediately shot back, Mornin’ and yeah, it is. Do you have class today? I can come get you from your’s and pick you up from class if you need it, I swear you won’t have to ride the motorbike in your home city.

I do have class, and you don’t have to but my class is at 3pm again if you’re willing.

Meet up at 12 and talk for a while? Might be fun.

My roommate will be here, though.

Well, you already inadvertedly met my best friend, remember the baker? His name’s Will Harper. I called in a quick favor to impress you and he’s a sucker for a good romance story.

Well, he seemed nice, and yeah, if you want to meet my roommate you can come over, Jason.

You can call me Jay if you want to, Y/N.

I gotta shower now, Jason, but I figured nick names would come out in time.

She put down her phone and went to shower.

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“Mornin’ A/N.”

“Y/N,”, she greeted happily, “the coffee’s already brewed by the way.”

“God I love you,” she blurted out.

“Yeah yeah, tell me the drama, did you guys have sex?”

“No, but he’s coming over today to meet you slash talk to me before taking me to class and then driving himself and I to Metropolis for dinner.”

“Escaping the cameras to go to the city that has your parents?” A/N questioned, seeming concerned.

“I know, I know, but I only live once and I doubt we’ll see them. If we do, I might just call him my boyfriend to get it over with. Have to talk to him about that though.”

“Honestly, have you told him how insane your parents are?”

“That’s what I’m planning on doing today, A/N.”

“Don’t scare him off, Y/N.”

Y/N scoffed and she went to go get her notes from last night, it was around 11:50am, so she knew that Jason would be here any minute, but she needed to get those notes into her room, she was right about Jason when he pulled down the street in a Porsche. Pulling into her driveway, Y/N waved at Jason while finishing to pull out her books from her beat up car. Quite the difference from the Porsche and her car, but she only noticed it for a few seconds before both doors slammed, in sync.

“Well, that was timed perfectly,” she said to Jason when he met up with her at her car.

“Wow, we’re magicians,” he joked, “Do you need help?” he asked.

“No, no, I can handle it myself, thank you.”

“Well, it doesn’t kill me to ask, you’re going to need help with that door though,” he mused.

“Oh no, you underestimate me, I can open doors with my hips, and I think I didn’t shut the door the whole way so I could do this easier,” she laughed and began to lead him up the driveway, like she had done last night before he ran off with Bruce.

“Thinking ahead?”

“Something I clearly didn’t do when saying we could go to Metropolis, I’ll admit.”

“What do you mean?”

“We have time to talk about it later, Jay, are you however, ready to meet my roommate?”

“No, but you only live once, Y/N.”

“You won’t die, I promise,” she said as she nudged the door open with her hip and greeted A/N, “Hey girl! This is Jason, entertain him while I file notes, maybe, I swear I’ll speed run it.”

“Entertain him? Are you serious? He’s your guest!” she joked.

“Hey thanks man really appreciate it,” Y/N joked before hastily walking towards her bedroom, this was obviously a song and dance they had done with A/N’s lover, so Y/N shot it back at A/N.

“Jason.”

“A/N, right?”

“Yes, sir, how are you today?”

“I’m good, was that a fight?” he questioned.

“No, don’t worry, it’s just the way I acted when I first brought my partner, person, thing, over. She’s just being spiteful. Trust me, if it was a fight, there’d be a lot more of a screaming match.”

“Well, that’s reassuring, I think.”

“So, Jason, do you like her?” she asked.

“We’ve been on back-to-back dates since Sunday, A/N,” he paused, “I really do.”

“Well, it is not like I am going to sit here and be like ‘Oh you can’t date her!’ and feign being upset about this, I mean it’s been 2 dates and you’re going on a third, if that’s not leading towards seriousness, I don’t know what is,” she assured him. He seemed to like this.

“How much has she told you? My secrets or anything?”

“God no, you’ll tell me those with time when we’re friends.”

“Well, I hope you’re a good friend to Y/N and myself, in the future, then.”

“The future is just around the corner. Don’t let Y/N escape you. She’s a catch,” she finished as Y/N reentered the room,

“Did you two have fun?” Y/N asked.

“I think we did,” Jason said.

“We did,” A/N assured, “you two can go to her room now, I’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t worried you weren’t going to be, you always are.” Y/N said to A/N before grabbing Jason’s hand and taking him to her room. He hadn’t been in her room yet.

It was kind of a mess, I mean it wasn’t like they had a maid and they’re both broke college/university students. Notes were strewn across her desk, but that was expected with such a high-study class, the one they met in.

“You clearly like the colour red,” Jason said, pointing to the obvious red feature wall, grinning.

“Well, I told my sister to design my room last time she was over and she picked it based off of the criteria I gave her, she’s going to be an interior designer, and red was one of the colours I gave her,” Y/N said with a sigh, “That’s kind of the thing we need to talk about, my family,” she sighed again, “They are, special, to say the least.”

“Well, so is mine.”

“Yeah but,” she sat on her bed and he joined her, “My family is quite, how do you say it, Christian? They’re very hard to impress and if they see me running around the city with you they might expect you to be my boyfriend, not the guy I’ve known for 3 days and went on back-to-back dates with,” she rambled, “ Not that they wont like you! They’re just traditional, and I’m not and it drives a slight wedge between us,” she paused to look at him, “This is just a really long-winded warning about only a chance to meet them,” she finished.

“Well, that doesn’t scare me. You would understand why if you knew the Waynes, not that they’re traditional, they too, are just hard to impress,” he assured.

“Probably shouldn’t have flipped off the paparazzi then, honestly.”

“No, Bruce found that funny. And about last night, my brother, Damien, he’s the youngest Wayne and one of the only not-adopted ones, being 3 not adopted ones,” he paused, “Anyway, he broke his leg playing office chair racing in the Manor, and I needed to go to Bruce to get yelled at for bringing up the idea,” he laughed, “Bruce then told me after that if he was invited I wouldn’t have been yelled at,” he paused, “That was fun.”

“So, very posh and pristine family, and one of you broke your leg roughhousing in a very expensive Manor?”

“Only in Wayne Manor would that be a sentence.”

“Seems like you have your hands tied with your family,” she joked.

“I wouldn’t if the idiots stopped hurting themselves playing games when I’m on dates,” he retorted and laughed with Y/N.

It seemed crazy that these two would meet, since so many factors played into it, but she swore God saw the potential for this to happen and said, This, this deserves a shot to shine. And she was grateful. She didn’t exactly believe in God, but if God sent her this boy, she might change her mind on going to church with her parents when they invite her.

And that’s the beauty in the mystery, the beauty in the ‘Positive’ they claimed after not knowing what to do next but still powering through to go on dates, and they had gone on enough dates and spent at least 1 third of the last 3 days with each other. That was impressive. That was a good sign and they both knew it.

The next step was packing a few bags and going on 24 hour dates in the cities, but they weren’t ready for that yet. They both thought a first kiss would be better before that. Luckily, Jason wanted to kiss her today, and she wanted to kiss him today.

Before they knew it, they were in the Porsche driving through the streets she describes all-too well, blasting songs and screaming lyrics with Jason, a song stuck out and that was the Annapantsu’s Smooth Criminal Rendition with Caleb Hyles. Since the rendition had a multitude of riffs that Y/N adored, she would scream it and Jason would continue the male parts. It was peaceful yet the most high-pressure intense situation she had felt in a while.

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Getting out of class, she somehow avoided the paparazzi she had grown somewhat accustomed to over the days she had known Jason, she got back into the Porsche before they noticed she was even there, but then they noticed, and Jason fucking floored it to the streets and out of there.

He dropped her off at her place to get ready for an expensive dinner with him in Metropolis. She thought long and heard about what to wear to her date, but in the end, she decided on a nice pink dress her mother had bought for her back in Metropolis. She had told her daughter, Only wear this on a date with a man you think is endgame, now, she didn’t know if Jason was endgame, but she did want to put all the energy she could into the universe to make him worthwhile.

(This is the first time I’m going to include pictures! I think I’m getting the hand of Tumblr now hehe :) )

(If the skin tone doesn’t match your own, because you’re darker or paler, just imagine it’s yours :) you’re all beautiful in your own right and I’ll use pictures with varying skin tones as I progress the story)

She gave a little twirl in her mirror before taking a quick picture to send to one of her other class friends, who was wondering how things were going with Jason at the time. Her name was Artemis Crock, she knew that Art and Jason were friends, but she also liked Artemis Crock a lot, thinking that they were likely going to be good friends.

You’re going to make him swear up and down to Will that he is ‘Only seeing you casually’ while Will says he’s in love with you, you’re killing it. She shot to Y/N.

Y/N smiled and left her bedroom to go meet up with A/N, who wanted to make sure the dress she was wearing was cute, and it was,

“Holy shit! I said look cute, not make him your bitch, Y/N!”

“Potato, Potahto,” she laughed, “You really think I look worthy of a Wayne?”

“You always do, but you didn’t have to go THIS hard to prove a point. Only one tabloid said you weren’t enough for him,” she paused and Y/N thought about that tabloid, it upset her, sure. But she was completely aware that spite was going to fuel many of her next moves in the press, “Just the one tabloid.”

“And the one tabloid is enough to make me spiteful. Fuck them tabloids, girl, they can suck it,” she said.

“I don’t think Jason would appreciate if the tabloids blew you,” she joked.

“You don't know that, A/N,” she retorted.

“Do you know that?” A/N said as the doorbell rang, “I’m assuming that’s for you, have fun!” A/N said and waved as Y/N waved back and walked to answer the door. Yep, it was Jason.

“Woah,” he said, mouth agape, when she answered the door.

“Close your mouth, Romeo. You’ll attract flies,” she joked.

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theartofdreaming1 · 3 years

Photo

Here is my attempt at portraying Peeta’s camouflage skills convincingly 😅😅

As usual, my thoughts regarding this week’s prompts and random thoughts on chapters 19-21 are below the cut.

heart

While I love all the banter between Katniss and Peeta, I think my favorite of these three chapters is: “Trust me. Killing things is much easier than this,” I say. “Although for all I know, I am killing you.” “Can you speed it up a little?” he asks. “No. Shut up and eat your pears,” I say. A classic 😄

mind

I always imagined that Cato went after Thresh before coming for Katniss and Peeta because a) Thresh took the backpack for District 2 (which contained the body armor that would make dealing with Katniss’s arrow so much easier) and b) Thresh killed Clove and Cato wanted to avenge her... Although I have no idea how Cato ended up killing Thresh... he was doing pretty well for himself in his grass-y area... Maybe the Gamemakers wanted to punish Thresh for not killing Katniss and generated that thunderstorm and rain to force Thresh out of his refuge, which would give Cato a fair chance to kill him, I guess...

soul

Lol, honestly, since Peeta just generally seems to be motivated by kindness and love/caring, I don’t think it took much for him to keep the star-crossed lovers angle alive (I could easily imagine him actually noticing Katniss in the willow tree early in the Games and offering to take care of the District 8 girl, so the Careers would get the hell out of there, away from Katniss)

Chapter 19:

Peeta, who’s been wounded, is now my ally. [...] I’d loathe any tribute who didn’t immediately ally with their district partner. Besides, it just makes sense to protect each other. - Honestly, this just highlights what a kind person Katniss is, despite her aloof front; her innermost instinct is always to stick together and to protect. Because it doesn’t really make sense for her to team up with Peeta - she knows he’s wounded and won’t be of much help to her, her chances of survival are way better if she stayed on her own, but it’s not something she’d ever consider now that they are allowed to form a team (and only then does she even factor in the whole ‘star-crossed lovers of district 12′ -angle)

Peeta, it turns out, has never been a danger to me. The thought makes me smile. - Aww 😊 (but also, how heart-breaking that the Capitol will do everything in their power to change that, to make Peeta become a danger to Katniss 😢)

He’s very hard to predict, which might be interesting under different circumstances - Okay, but this just makes me think of that exchange in Gilmore Girls when Paris and Rory talk about how you know a guy is right for you: “Someone who’s compatible but not compatible.” “Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other’s opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don’t know – there’s just something about not quite knowing what the other person’s gonna do at all times that’s just really exciting.” - fits these two to a T 😏

In fact, I’ve just about decided I’m on the wrong track entirely, that a wounded boy would be unable to navigate getting to and from this water source, when I see the bloody streak - Okay, but how flipping tough is Peeta?! He’s severely injured, with multiple tracker jacker stings and he drags himself to this terrain that is almost impossible to navigate for someone in his condition - a sturdy dandelion, indeed!

“You’re here to finish me off, sweetheart?” - What an entrance after having gone AWOL for quite a couple of chapters 👌🏼👏🏼

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.” [...] “Katniss?” Peeta says. I meet his eyes, knowing my face must be some shade of green. He mouths the words “How about that kiss?” I burst out laughing - He’s lying in a river bed, slowly dying, and he can still make her laugh 😊

“You know, you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person” - It’s such a small comment, but I can’t help but think that Peeta is just kind of intrigued to discover all these little idiosyncrasies that make up the ever-elusive Katniss Everdeen ;)

Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his words. - Aww, she doesn’t even want to consider him dying, so she spontaneously decides to cut him off with a kiss👀👀 Honestly, at this point Peeta has elicited 2 (!) spontaneous kisses (the kiss after the chariot ride and this one) from Katniss, who generally isn’t that big on touching people

“You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?” - Stubborn, protective Katniss... But also reminds me of their rooftop “date” in CF and the “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it” - exchange

I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever. He’s great at this stuff. - KaTNisSs, gurl... 🙄🤦🏼‍♀️

Chapter 20:

But I knew he was injured. And still I came after him. I’m just going to have to trust whatever instinct sent me to find him was a good one. - The very best of instincts, Katniss, don’t you worry😉

Peeta’s struggling to get up when I reach the cave. “I woke up and you were gone,” he says, “I was worried about you.” - Gah, why are the both of them so good?! They just care for and worry about each other 24/7

“How do you feel?” “Better than yesterday. This is an enormous improvement over the mud,” he says. “Clean clothes and medicine and a sleeping bag... and you.” Oh right, the whole romance thing. - Oh Katniss...😐 I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. - Where did Peeta pick this up? From a time his family was less dysfunctional? Observing couples in the town square? Or is he a fricking disney prince and these things come natural to him? Questions, questions...

“You didn’t sleep,” Peeta says. “I’m all right,” I say. But the truth is, I’m exhausted. “Sleep now. I’ll keep watch.” [...] I test his cheek. Hot as a coal stove. He claims he’s been drinking, but the containers still feel full to me. I give him more fever pills and stand over him while he drinks first one, then a second quart of water. - These two are just too stubborn to take proper care of themselves - good thing that each of them is adamant to force the other to sleep/drink/eat when necessary

“Besides I like watching you sleep. You don’t scowl. Improves your looks a lot.” - When presented with the choice of being flirty vs being a cheeky little shit, Peeta will choose being a flirty cheeky little shit every time 😂

“I’m going to make soup,” I say. “Don’t light a fire,” he says. “It’s not worth it.” - Okay, but what he’s actually saying is “I’m not worth it” 😭😭

Katniss telling that story about buying Prim’s goat😊... A young buck, probably a yearling by his size. His antlers were just growing in, still small and coated in velvet. [...] Beautiful. - We are all very much aware of Peeta’s appreciation for beauty, but the same does apply to Katniss, too (she’s just overall more pragmatic)

“Was it [the goat] still wearing the pink ribbon?″ he asks. “I think so,” I say. “Why?” “I’m just trying to get a picture,” he says thoughtfully. - Peeta is so detail-oriented! I have this theory that this is actually something that enables him to overcome his hijacking; we catch glimpses in MJ of how he inches himself out of his condition by asking/focusing on small details or things most people would dismiss as trivial (Katniss’s favorite color, the color of her dress visiting District 7, her Dad singing the Hanging Tree when Peeta was 6 or 7 years old...) and I feel like it makes a lot of sense - his tormentors in the Capitol either wouldn’t have access to distort these moments or not even consider them to have any significance (since they are all about big, flashy gestures in the Capitol), so these memories would remain untouched. Luckily, Peeta seems to live by Robert Brault’s words: “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. “

“Really? What did you cost me again?” I ask. “A lot of trouble. Don’t worry. You’ll get it all back,” he says. - Well, he’s going to cost her a lot more trouble in the future - but we know he’s going to make up for it and bring her much happiness, too 😊

“You’re not risking your life for me.” “Who said I was?” I say. [...] “Of course I’m not going.” [...] “You’re such a bad liar, Karniss.” [...] Anger flushes my face. “All right, I am going, and you can’t stop me!” “I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the Cornucopia, but if I’m yelling your name I bet someone can find me. And then I’ll be dead for sure,” he says. - Soo.. their love language is offering to sacrifice their life like it’s nothing, huh?! 😳😅

Peeta eats without complaint, even scraping out the pot to show his enthusiasm. He rambles on about how delicious it is, - lol, sounds like a husband trying to get back on his wife’s good side after they had a row 😂

I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it’s too late, he’s already losing consciousness. - Ah, the most important indicator of true love: having person A force-feed person B a sedative so they can run off to get them life-saving medicine ;)

Chapter 21:

I lie next to Peeta in the bag, trying to absorb every bit of his fever heat. It’s strange to be so physically close to someone who’s so distant. Peeta might as well be back in the Capitol, - Reminds me how in MJ she’s going to be so close to Peeta (mentally/emotionally) while he will be physically so distant (in the Capitol!)

a tiny orange one [backpack] [...] that must be marked with a 12 - Interesting how that backpack is orange, huh? Why is that? Are smaller backpacks generally orange (like the one Katniss already has) to be more visible or is this simply to connect the backpack to Peeta (though we don’t know his favorite color at this point)? Do the Gamemakers care whether Katniss gets a matching backpack? It just seems like an unnecessary detail to throw in🤔

The table has just clicked into place when a figure darts out of the Cornucopia, snags the green backpack, and speeds off. Foxface! - Honestly, this was a truly brilliant move; kudos! 👏🏼

[Clove] carefully selects an almost dainty-looking number [knife] with a cruel, curved blade. “I promised Cato if he let me have you, I’d give the audience a good show.” [...] “I think...” she almost purrs. “I think we’ll start with your mouth.” [...] she teasingly traces the outline of my lips with the tip of the blade. - Okay, but the idea of Clove cutting off Katniss’s lips is just all kinds of terrifying and disturbing 😨

“No! No, I-” Clove sees the stone, about the size of a small loaf of bread in Thresh’s hand [...] Thresh brings the rock down hard against Clove’s temple. [...] and I know she’s a goner. - Interesting how Katniss describes that rock that basically saves her life (or at least kills her assailant) as bread-sized, huh? “Your district... they sent me bread. [...] Conflicting emotions cross Thresh’s face. He lowers the rock and points at me, almost accusingly. “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl.” - Katniss mentions the bread from District 11 as a proof of her alliance with Rue (and the recognition of D11) and Thresh spares her; bread keeps saving her life (while it keeps representing acts of kindness)

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. - I appreciate this small, humanizing moment with Cato

The last thing I remember is an exquisitely beautiful green and silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist. - I don’t know much about North American insects (not that I know that much about European insects either - just recently came across a relatively rare moth on my walks that I had never seen or heard of before) - is Katniss describing a special/noteworthy species of moth? Or is this a more literary symbolism kind of moth? (Just looked up some symbolism meaning of moths: change/transformation, seeking light; power of regeneration in some Native American mythology, hmm...)

#thgagain #thg #hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg meta #thresh #my sketches and drawings #everlark

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YOONGI SOULMATE READING

Disclaimer~tarot is speculative and this is my interpretation of energy. Take it with a grain of salt.

Honey boi time. Strap down because this one is wild. Kinda. And soft. Really really soft. And a little creepy. Buckle in.

So for starters Yoon has a dark, royal blue color energy. It isn't as opaque as Koos was but it was very... thick? Like its not that it wasn't opaque from a lack of energy but rather that kinda had clear energy mixed in too?? It was really pretty and its kinda like the more you look at it the deeper it gets?

It was kinda like this but deeper? And it was almost reflective and "sparkly" idk put it was real pretty.

So first thing to note. Yoon is always easy for me to connect with so he didn't have any barriers put up or whatever so when I was going towards him he was in red flannel pj bottoms and I was like, "am I missing something?" But no. He was just being comfy I guess? Now usually when I connect with energy of a person there's this like eternal tree trunk rope colum thing of energy or something that I kinda follow and then there's little platforms that they're on? I always have my back facing the energy colum thing when I connect.

That was not the case this time. Yoon essentially led me to his side to face the energy trunk? And he was like, "its weird on this side, huh?" ??? Hello, sir. What the fuck. This to me hints that maybe he is also going out and consciously connecting to energies? Idk man. But I was like, "yeah, it is kinda weird" It only gets weirder.

Next I was facing yoon and I was like hey I want to read your soulmate and gave him like a big ole energy marble expecting that to kinda get the connection going but the only thing I heard from his soulmate was "I can't tell you" like shit. And then he dissolved my energy offering? Oki. And I essentially couldn't connect with his soulmate at all. Anyway, I floated off the little platform thing (that was real bizarre) and yoongi connected with me.

His soulmates energy wasn't present at all but I was told to continue any way. Now for in my opinion the creepiest part. So, keep in mind yoons is actively connected to me and I was like, "well, if your soulmate isn't here then please guide me to what deck I should use for their personality signifier and he pointed me to the fountain tarot.

I started shuffling and after I did one bridge shuffle and split it to do another one he was like, "hey, you're gonna get temperance reverse fyi" and I was like hahaha no. And he was like, "no. Listen to me. Bridge twice, hand shuffle twice and split into two. And you'll get temperance rev. Turn it ride side up when it comes out" I was like okay but you crazy. Tarot doesn't work like that

Guess what fucking came up? TEMPERANCE REVERSED when I tell you I freaked out I mean I fuckin freaked. I know it sounds made up or unbelievable and if I didn't see it happen I'd say its fake but FUCK DUDE. So i asked my pendulum if it should be reverse and it was like no, flips that shit. And I swear to God yoongi was laughing at me for being spooked like the smug ass that he is.

Now

First note I wrote was sagittarius energy. This person has sagittarius energy. Yep yep yep. This person balances him out. Temperance is the card of sagittarius. Heavy fire influence in the cart.

Oki now onto personality explained. I got 3 of coins, the heirophant, ace of wands and the magician. This person is very spiritual and has been manifesting him (they’ve manesfesting eachother but I'll get to that later?) This is a person that values knowledge and is very creative and has a lot of quick ideas. This person also really values communication of knowledge. Loves to get it loves to share it. Probably the person that can tell you a stupid fact about almost anything.

We also have networked, storyteller, god and mentor. This is someone who loves to teach people about what they've learned. They like to share the wisdom (with the god card im inclined to say that they share spiritual wisdom but I don't see it as a career?) This person values communication and collecting knowledge.

Now, on to relationship. We have wheel of fortune, justice, ace of wands and the lovers. This relationship has been in the works on a spiritual level for a long time. They’ve been actively manifesting eachother. We know Yoon is at least a little psychic so this makes sense. This relationship is founded in balance. They treat eachother as equals. I also wrote, "certainly something devine". They have a witty rapport and its so so so loving! They have really good communication and respect for eachother! They are also good at keeping eachither accountable.

Now for this person's career. They’ve been going through a change so their career is undecided. There was likely a period of depression that put a pause on their career? But there's also the queen of coins which suggests that they will be making good money. Now, I chose 3 clarity cards on the queen of coins to help me figure out where this money will be coming from and I drew three more coin cards so this means this person is on the cusp of making some good money soon!

Now we have answer the call, awakening and share your voice. They are being called to be together. Again yoon is woke af and apparently so is his soulmate. The picture i get is like when they finally meet they're both a little shy because they've been connecting with eachothers energies and they're like, "whos gonna bring it up?" Like they are finally out of hiding when they meet. Its cute as fuck.

Oki. We have answered prayers, spiritual path and make time for self care. THEY ARE MANIFESTING EACHOTHER. They are a woke pair and the energy is so sturdy and solid. I also get the sense that they engage in self care together? Like they'll make sure to take care of themselves spiritual and physical. I also think that they would be that type of couple to have a mad bath bomb collection.

Side note: while I was doing this I got like a cute little picture in my head of them sitting on the couch in pj's and facemasks with towels on their heads sipping wine and that makes me soft.

Now onto the message from his soulmate cards. So we have release all anger, new idea, be positive, take a shot, Have you eaten? You're acting like a big ass baby and shit is going down with your job. Now. I made a note that this is from Yoon to his soulmate? Um, sir? But oki, yoon makes the rules. What I get from this is that his soulmate is currently going through some job related stuff and he's saying, "hey, its okay to start over. Do that thing you've been wanting to do for a while" he wants his soulmate to stop focusing on what isn't going right and just start fresh. I also lowkey think he's like, you need to just fucking chill. The world isn't imploding just because something isn't working out. Its very reassuring and it feels like he wants to comfort them. Cute

Let's talk about the descriptors now. Yoon was very picky with these? Which confused me. They don't know eachother in person is the vibe im getting and I don't think yoon has ever seen this person either? I think maybe he's had dreams of his soulmate? Idk but the cards are: quality time, fashionable, unique, free spirit, independent, short hair, younger, sweet, charming. I also made a note for brown hair and a masculine chart.

For my little word cards we have, fate, vows, serendipity and loyalty. WE GET IT. YOURE ADORABLE TOGETHER

"All men should learn before they die, what they are running from and to and why" is the little fortune. I think that this is yoon telling his soulmate to do some shadow work? Like find out why you do the things you do, why certain things anger you ect.

Now at this point I was told that I had to use the small deck to get more cards about the relationship. I was like "I already did that but whatever" and I did. I pulled 10 of cups, 2 of cups and the lovers again. WHAT. THE. FUCK. This is the most romantic and soulmatey soulmate reading ever. 10 of cups is emotional fulfillment. This is just everything. Everything! 2 of cups is romance, unified love. Its also about partnership. They work so well together. And the lovers card. Love, relationships and harmony. Oh my god its fucking nuts.

Now onto the final card. Again. Very very very clearly told that this is for his soulmate. We have, the perfection of your life. This card talks about a spiritual storm coming to shake things up in order to put things to put things back in perfect order. A quote I like from the book is, "all is unfolding to a perfect higher order." This to me kinda sums it up well. Shit is about to get crazy for his soulmate and its not a bad thing. Change is need for this person and there is change coming that will stir every thing up and place it back in better places. Ugh. I can't. He wants his soulmate not to fear the storm but rather embrace it and know that positive change will come out of it.

Last part. When the reading is over I always disconnect and essentially put the energy back? This time on yoons little platform (I sound like a lunatic trying to describe some of this shit I swear) I was like, "hey thanks for being cooperative and being so active and involved i appreciate that." And then he gave me an energy marble ball thing too? I was like, "thanks but what the fuck" and then I did what he did when I gave him the marble ball energy thing in the beginning and just... put it in my energy? Like thats what he did? so is that like an energy custom that I don't know about? Wtf. My best guess is that I gave him an offering of energy and he gave me some in return at the end? And then the little shit just dissappears? MIN YOONGI I HAVE QUESTIONS YOU CAN'T JUST DISSAPPEAR??

But he did. And that was the end. It was super fucking bizarre. So for say joo I connected to his soulmate through him. So it was a connection with the soulmate but hosted by joons energy? For Jk his soulmate gave me a direct link which was new and awesome but for Yoongi it was just a very direct connection with him. Just him.

That really tells me that he knows his soulmate well on a soul level and his soulmate literally said, "I can't tell you"

I'm confused but very happy for him!

Yoon is a very soft and sweet man, pass it on

#bts #bts tarot #bts reactions #bts rm #jungkook #seokjin #taehyung #bts imagines #yoongi #bts jhope #min suga #suga #jimin

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ship (not who they represent, who you assign them romantically) ur mooties w/ bts if you haven’t already!! 💖💗💖💗

Y’all just can’t get enough of my tag moots games huh? Jk I love these of course I can do that for you. Also sorry if these reasons seem very bad, but this was based off of how well I know my moots. 😊

[💜]Kim Seokjin:

@aquamoonchaii - Both similar in personality and adores the people around them so I can imagine you both sticking together like glue. The cheerleader couple that's supporting their "kids."

@melonmochimoon - Both similar aesthetic, visually stunning, and perfectly balanced together. The married couple everyone inspires to be.

[💜]Min Yoongi:

@purplepsycho03 - Can make the perfect business and romantic partners together. Also can imagine you two becoming a big inspiration for each other's work. Beyonce and Jay-z vibes if you ask me.

@gangsta-dragon - Another hard-working duo. Can also imagine Suga trying to make moves by holding hands with you or offering his seat to you when you crowded at a public event. Treats you like a queen.

@emuava - Can imagine you two understand standing what the other person is thinking without saying anything. Can also imagine heavy physical and emotional attraction for each other.

[💜]Jung Hoseok:

@fairyjunn - The sunshine and sunflower just shine individually, but together instantly makes everyone's mood 10x better.

@mochiable - I can imagine him breaking you out of your shell and trying new experiences with you like riding bikes or baking cookies. You would also help him calm down when he’s having his bad days.

[💜]Kim Namjoon:

@soleilsuhh - Would make amazing song lyrics together because y’all have such amazing minds and would come up with the best concepts. Savage together, but also very lovey dovey.

@kpopsnowball - Another Namjin dynamic where your both the married couple that loves to tease each other and have fun together. Your the only one that can make him laugh the most.

[💜]Park Jimin:

@ermbabyel - Very supportive and sweet to each other. Can imagine him following you around and clinging in to you when he’s hanging out with you and the rest of the members.

@madeofsaltiness - Your best friend and your lover. The way your personalities would mesh also your both visually look incredible together. You would also cause some trouble together.

@neptunehobi - Very flirty vibes, but also very chaotic. I can imagine him trying to argue with you playfully and then tease you the next minute.

[💜]Kim Taehyung:

@bigbrainenergytingz - Sis y’all are just too crackheaded, but it somewhat balances out because he’s more on the mellow side. You bring out his inner child while he brings out your inner peace.

@rr0zu - Expensive, but ride or die vibes. Visually powerful together and fashion icons. Traveling around the world together.

[💜]Jeon Jungkook:

@jaesspresso - Taehyung is another good match, but I chose Jungkook because y’all would be dangerous in a good way together. He would be crushing so hard for you and would enjoy spending a lot of time with you.

@amazingwriter101 - The true maknae couple. Both very shy around each other, but he’s the perfect slow burn romance that’s worth it in the end. Another couple that’ll be traveling a lot and take lots of cute photos together.

sorry if I forgot anybody, I didn't realize I have so many moots. if you want one too feel free to send one and I'll make sure to send one for you. 😅✨

#moots tag #tag games 🕹#moots muffins🧁✨#ship games

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Forsaken | Part 11

Summary: As one of the Forsaken, Jinyoung had no right to covet anything as his own. When he stumbles across you standing in the middle of the village he had plundered, the memories of old make him risk it all, clutching at the past in hopes for a better future.

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Genre: warrior au / star crossed lovers / angst / romance

Warnings: death, kidnapping, cursing, a myriad of emotions - this is a really sad love story.

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

“I didn’t want to do it!”

“And yet you did,” Jaebum mentioned seriously, shaking his head.

Jinyoung didn’t say anything, uncaring of any excuse the boy had to share. He had put everyone and everything in danger. It was unforgivable. He reached for his sword.

“No, wait!” Yugyeom spluttered, shaking his hands and his head. “He honestly didn’t want to do it! But you know what Argo is like! He killed his whole family and is holding his sister captive! You must know how that feels.”

“Don’t care,” Jinyoung murmured, pulling his weapon out. “We all have unfortunate stories.”

“I thought you would understand given how much you’ve sacrificed for Y/N!” BamBam quickly shouted, Jinyoung pausing at this statement. The young man nodded desperately. “I know that feeling! My sister means everything to me!”

Mark sighed. “Your sister will be dead.”

“What?! No, she was promised to be-”

“I’m sorry Bam,” Jaebum continued, placing a hand on his now shuddering shoulder. “You’ve been played just as we all have. There was no chance your sister survived even one night in that man’s captivity. He holds no prisoners.”

Jaebum’s sentence hung in the air and Jinyoung glanced at his friend and then at the dirt track that led out of here. Staring down it, he took a step, and then two more, compelled to go and meet you halfway.

Just so his mind could be at ease that you were safe.

“She’ll be back soon. Jackson’s with them so she’ll be fine,” his longest friend mentioned, coming to his side. “Don’t take your anger out on Bam.”

“How can I when he’s already been cut down by someone else’s sword?” Jinyoung lamented, casting a gaze over at Yugyeom now holding the wailing man. “He’s right. I would have done the same for Y/N.”

“You did a lot for her when we were his age,” Jaebum agreed sadly and both men blinked when Mark shot past them, pulling out an arrow and waiting for some unknown arrival. Argo was well and truly gone now, but had he decided to turn around?

Had he crossed paths with you?

A cold dread chilled Jinyoung to the bone and he flung himself around to the stables, hastening the saddle around the middle of his horse whilst the others followed in suit. He glanced at BamBam and shook his head. “Don’t come.”

“I’m going to kill that bastard!”

“Precisely why you need to stay here. Yugyeom, keep him here and feed him some tonic. He’ll only get us all killed,” Mark instructed and the tallest nodded, hauling the man kicking and screaming back into the mountainside.

Jaebum sighed heavily. “This might be a waste of time and bring more attention to us.”

“I need to get Y/N back at my side. I don’t feel right.”

“Nor do I.” Mark mounted his horse swiftly. “Something is off.”

They galloped out of the base and took the path most common towards the village. However, when they reached the first of the crossroads, Mark turned to the left and went off that way. The other two followed, screeching to a halt when they saw Jackson crumpled on the ground.

“What the fuck?!” Jaebum shrilled as he leaped from his stead, rushing over with his friends to Jackson’s side. “What did they do?!”

“They took them both,” Jackson said, laboured. Staring up at Jinyoung remorsefully, he started to cry. “I tried-”

“Don’t apologise. It’s on me. I put her in danger,” Jinyoung responded and even he was aware of the dark tone his voice had taken. His vision blurred only for a moment before it sharpened with intent.

He would kill Argo for this.

Before he could move, Mark reached out for his arm firmly. Jinyoung glared at the oldest and threw him off roughly. “Do not stop me!”

“Look at the situation, Jinyoung! Argo played us. He only stayed long enough to buy time. He ambushed Jackson; you know he’s the best at close combat. He didn’t even get a chance if they were prepared with arrows. If you go in there now-”

“I know the risks.”

“Do you? Because I don’t believe you’re thinking straight,” Jaebum shot back, pressing on Jackson’s wound as he stared up at his leader. “We need to treat Jackson first.”

“That will take all night! We both know Argo holds no captives! Youngjae and Y/N need us to act now!”

Mark attempted to restrain Jinyoung again, battling with him until he managed to wield an arrow right at his throat. His gaze was resolute. “All of us go together, don’t be rash.”

Jinyoung cursed loudly, his voice echoing around the area.

He hoped Argo could hear of his frustrations.

“We can’t just march in here!” Jackson whispered fervently, still following along as Jinyoung strode towards his goal. “Jinyoung, let’s wait for the others!”

“We have a chance to do it now, I’m taking it.”

“What if we get caught?”

“We won’t, we’ve stolen a hundred times.”

“But a crown? Come on!”

Jinyoung smirked. “Actually, Jaebum and I have done that.”

“You… you have?”

“So trust me, I know what I’m doing,” he assured and whilst Jackson’s worry didn’t ease off, he stopped chattering and that helped Jinyoung focus again. This one would be a piece of cake compared to the royal crown he had taken a year back. Their Lord clearly had a thing for bits of ornate metal to chuck around his head, that’s for sure. Jinyoung didn’t understand the need, but then again, was there ever one? It was all based on greed and lust.

Power grew through misfortune.

Sizing up the perimeter, Jinyoung nodded to Jackson before hiking himself over the fence, reaching down for his friend’s hand to help him up. Now both within the premises of the richest family of this city, Jinyoung relaxed.

It would be easy from here out.

“Guards!” Jackson gestured and Jinyoung slipped alongside a wall, surprised by how many there were. Still, even if this knocked his confidence, he was certain he could pull the mission off.

“We should have waited!”

“No time to wait,” Jinyoung murmured, counting to three before he stepped out onto the path.

And right into a horde of waiting guards. Before he could register his mistake, the men started to fall one by one, precise arrow shots taking down the obstacle effortlessly. Jinyoung glanced to find Jaebum and Mark in the trees, panting with their evident rush to get set up.

“You risked everything by being rash!” Mark scolded when Jinyoung handed over the crown to Jaebum, being jostled with a hard punch to his shoulder from the man.

“You idiot. Next time, stick with us!”

“You’ll be no leader if you keep risking us like this,” Jackson added on and Jinyoung looked up at those who had saved his tail today. It would be a lie to say he didn’t fear death. He wanted to live just in case you were still out there waiting for him. His carelessness would come with a cost he wasn’t prepared for.

Jinyoung nodded. “I’ll make sure I become the best leader who is fair and knows when to go into battle. Just you wait.”

It was early morning when Jackson finally started breathing normally. The medicine had taken the path needed to ease off the imminent pain and taking refuge at Jaebum’s cabin meant they were surrounded by all that they needed to take with them.

“Why don’t we just grab the cart? We can put Jackson on it and-”

Jackson sat up with a wince. “I can ride my horse. It’s a wound in my side, my limbs aren’t broken.”

“Your core helps you sit astride a horse, does it not?” Jinyoung pointed out firmly, pushing Jackson back into the bed.

“We’ll be able to carry more weaponry that way too,” Mark agreed, having worked on making new arrows all night long. “We’ll need it for going up against Argo.”

“And to escape all the way to the fishing docks.”

No one answered Jaebum’s lofty addition, all four men knowing that reaching there was a pipe dream right now. Jinyoung’s only goal was to rescue what Argo had taken from him. And then he would ensure the man would never be able to take anything else ever again.

“We’ll leave at noon.”

It was a quiet morning, each warrior set with packing what Jaebum had collected onto the cart, working in sync with each other without speaking a word. Jackson rested until he seemed recovered enough to get himself up.

It was him who broke the silence. “Let’s go. I can’t wait any longer. We need to go rescue our people.”

“And take revenge for what happened to you,” Mark mentioned. They all nodded and suited up, ready for what would come their way this time.

Jackson chuckled as he clambered onto the cart obediently. “Had I worn full armour as Jaebum suggested yesterday, this wouldn’t have happened. But it would have slowed me down a great deal so that’s why I went with the lighter one.”

“Continue to chide yourself for powers out of your control, my friend. You’re the only one sounding their resentment for the situation.”

“Well, I did mess up, didn’t I? I lost what I was meant to protect.” Jackson looked at Jinyoung specifically. “Surely that bothers you.”

“If I let every error you’ve made over the years get under my skin, you wouldn’t have been here to make another one yesterday,” Jinyoung told him with a grin and Jackson let out a shaky breath.

“You forgive me too easily. Y/N could be injured by now and that’s all on me.”

“The Gods above will witness a bloodbath if there’s even a scratch upon Y/N,” Jaebum mentioned, mounting his horse thereafter. He chuckled. “And as for Youngjae, he best have both his legs or I’ll go around taking some off to make up for it.”

“We’re some sinister bastards, planning how we’ll take people out, you know,” Mark said with a hearty laugh, their ride now picking up speed. “I wouldn’t be in any better company, however.”

“Ride or die,” Jaebum announced, tugging on the lead to Jackson’s horse pulling the cart to pick up speed. “Or ride in style back there, huh?”

“Don’t mock me! I said I would ride with you!”

“You are,” Jinyoung stated, smiling at the three men. He then looked to the path ahead. “We’ll do this together.”

Argo, unlike Jinyoung, held his camp in the middle of a village he had once plundered. He put himself out on display, marking his territory so anyone who wanted to find him could. The advantage to this site was the fortified walls, rebuilt by his men and protected heavily. You could be seen from miles away and that meant they had travelled undercover for the last leg of their journey.

The disadvantage of being out in the open meant everyone knew where to find you when they wanted to kill you too. And by the time Jinyoung arrived at the walls from the north side, he was more than ready to face Argo.

His bite would be long lasting this time.

However, even with a stealthy entrance, there were only concubine women who populated the area. Mark eyed one carefully. “What happened here? Where is your master?”

“The master is hunting,” she mentioned, cowering into another young girl.

“Hunting? What of his prey he captured?”

“He’s hunting,” she replied, running off into one of the buildings and locking the doors. Mark frowned. “Hunting? Surely there’s a catch.”

Jinyoung surveyed the area, thinking of it as his own. If he was holding someone captive, he would use the tower on the west to do so. Striding over there, Jinyoung stopped when he noticed in the stables something familiar.

Jaebum came over to his side and let out a heavy breath. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

There, lying on the ground was a part of your navy pants. Looking to the closest exit, Jinyoung walked out it and noticed another part, inconspicuously just off the path.

Leaning down to pick it up, he smiled.

You were leading him to you now.

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A Lover With A Red Hot Thong -- Duzzy -- Ch. 1

Author (as known on various sites): luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Wattpad and Deviantart, lady lover - Rockfic, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping blog, @gretavanfleetconfessions

Fandom: Guns n Roses

Pairings: Duff McKagan/Izzy Stradlin (Duzzy)

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, like extreme fluff, attempted humor, airports, Duff has anxiety, Izzy is really good at comforting him, cuddling, sharing a bed, romance, dates, friends to lovers, adorable giggly boys, kissing

Summary: Duff dressed like a stripper from Arkansas that had discovered the Sex Pistols last week, drank more vodka in a month than most people did in a year, baked amazing blackberry streudals, sang Prince in the shower, and made out with his friends when he was lonely. Izzy was pretty sure that he was in love with him. Something certainly comes out of it when they end up spending a rather romantic week (totally not a honeymoon) in New Orleans because somebody (the very Duff of his longings) always loses their passport.

Taglist: @brianmaysclog @love-n-my-heart-4-n-army-apart @1800endmeplease @tymeconsuming @satans-helper @ageofkiszka @karrotkate @therealswanqueen @mountainofthesunn @onlyan-angel @lantern-inthenight @love-philautia @ubernoxa @kill-fear-the-power-of-lies (reminder that I just remade my taglist and organized it as best as I could, but if you either don’t want to be tagged in something (like GNR) or want to be added, just let me know!)

Author's Notes (aka disclaimers):

1 - Don't own the people or places

2 - It's a combination of real and made up (to my knowledge) places for this story. Don't use this as a fucking tour guide, I've never been to New Orleans and I don't have memories of anywhere east of Lake Tahoe

3 - The timeline of this is also completely made up. I like to bend reality to my will because I am a lazy writer

4 - I tried my hand at writing a character with anxiety. I'm trying my best with the info online and my own experiences, but please let me know if something is wildly inaccurate and detracts from the story

5 - I mean no disrespect to the band. I try my best to be a humorous writer, and I think that I have a pretty healthy view of them, seeing both the good and poking fun at the bad. Some of this might come off as mean, but I’m not really trying to be. I just want people to laugh

6 - Trying that thing where I port my WIPs to get motivated. We’ll see if this works!

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Monday, September 15, 6:46 AM, New Orleans Louis Armstrong National Airport

"Duff, what exactly do you mean you don't have your passport?" Axl spit, breathing hard in an effort to diffuse combustion. He was not exactly the happiest camper this early in the morning, especially when some people's forgetfulness interrupted the sleep he had planned on getting as soon as they boarded the plane.

The man being questioned gazed at Axl nervously through wide, panicked eyes.

"I don't know, man! Er- I mean, yeah I don't have it... I'm pretty sure the last time I saw it was at the hotel when we checked in. I'm sorry! We just got up so early and it was still dark and I kind of have a hangover from last night so I just shoved my stuff in my bag and went downstairs so we wouldn't be late, but now we're going to be late shit I'm sorry I don't-"

"Hey, hey. Duff, it's okay, just breathe," Izzy soothed, speaking his first words of the day besides a 'fuck off' to Steven, who'd been tasked with waking him up. He settled a coffee-cup-warm, pale hand on Duff's shoulder and turned to speak to Axl.

"It's fine, Bill, we'll figure it out. None of us function well in the morning, do you have your snakeskin belt, hmm?" He asked, knowing that the beloved item was still hanging from a lamp in the hotel room they had checked out of at 4 AM.

Axl's mouth shut with a clack as he glared at Izzy and his damned know it all face. He huffed out a breath and made a big show of rolling his eyes and changing his expression to one of fond exasperation.

"Fine, then, you can figure it out. Don't expect any help from us, though!"

Izzy snorted at his friend's drama and his statement; Steven was currently trying to convince an off duty captain to let him fly his plane, Axl was Axl, and Slash was still dead to the world behind his hair -- very helpful.

"Okay, well, we'll meet you there as soon as we can. Enjoy your flight, don't become members of the mile high club without us," Izzy replied, pulling Duff up and swinging his backpack over his shoulder.

They walked away, arms brushing with every step, to the sound of Axl screaming at them to bring back his belt, and the disgruntled looks of other early morning airport commuters whom they ignored. Izzy followed the overhead signs back to a check in desk with Duff in tow, hoping that everything would work out and that they could be in Amsterdam with the rest of the guys by nightfall.

No such luck, of course.

"I'm sorry," the lady said with a completely uncaring smile, "but the next flight to Amsterdam, commercial or private, isn't until next tuesday. I can book two tickets for you, Mr. Stradlin, but there's nothing more I can do."

Izzy sighed, but nodded. He sorted through bills in his wallet, mocking the lady in his head all the while. 'I'm sorry, but your daughter is going to die from a wrench to the eye socket. I can give you a bandaid, but there's nothing more I can do.'

Duff, though, having woken up on the walk over, was looking closer to an anxiety attack than the mild annoyance Izzy was feeling.

He quickly excused them and grabbed Duff's wrist, pulling him a few feet away for the false illusion of privacy to calm him down.

"Shh, shh, take a deep breath," Izzy whispered, hands gripping Duff's shoulders to force them to look straight in each other's eyes. "Everything will be alright. We'll find your passport, hang out in the city for a while, then go meet up with the guys. Easy, no problems. Relax babe, just try to relax and breathe."

Duff tried to steady his breathing as he clung to Izzy, pulling the man into a hug. He wasn't sure what he would do if Iz wasn't here -- his friend was usually the only one who could stop his incoming anxiety like that.

They stood there for several minutes; Duff regaining a normal breathing pattern, and Izzy slowly rubbing his back. As they pulled away from each other, Duff spotted a hippo in Mardi Gras attire glaring at them in disgust. He smirked rather weakly, still a bit shaken and queasy from his panic but back on the track to his usual self.

"Hey, Iz, it looks like we have an audience, and he's not very pleased."

Izzy grinned back at him, relieved that the Duff he knew was still kicking. Besides, this was their favorite game.

Every once in a while, the boys were subjected to odd stares and the occasional slur. Usually, it was just for dressing like Dolly Parton while shoplifting, but occasionally, it was because they got pretty close. Sometimes they were drunk, sometimes they were just talking to each other or hugging, sometimes because they were blatantly trying to piss off as many people as possible (sometimes the "people" included Axl).

Izzy moved his hands from Duff's shoulder blades, one wrapping tight around his waist and the other getting a firm grip on his delectable ass.

Duff snorted and cupped Izzy's face in his large hands, angling him upwards slightly so that they could lean their foreheads together. He bit his lip to stop from giggling, and Izzy brushed his own mouth against him for a split second, getting a quick hint of teeth and coffee-breathe.

Out of the corner of his eye, Izzy saw the man visibly shudder, his beady eyes grimacing.

A fake blond, middle aged woman Izzy assumed was his wife laid one hand on his polo shirt, as if in an effort to calm him down. It had the opposite effect. The man grunted and skewered his mouth to the side, squinting even more as if a giant rainbow spotlight was being blasted into his eyes.

Izzy smirked, though it was barely noticeable against Duff's mouth.

Duff murmured something about 'making a scene', but Izzy knew he was referring to their audience and not themselves. Neither of them cared who saw this, though if it was printed in any magazines Axl might try to suplex them out of a window. "Try" being the key word -- the little red terror was too chicken to actually try that with Izzy, and too short to get enough leverage on Duff.

Somewhere behind him, Izzy heard the woman whine, "Oh, Charles!" like she was getting the worst rimjob of her life.

"It's disgusting, Carol! I won't stand for it!"

"Time to get going?" Duff whispered, pulling back an inch.

Izzy gave him one last searing kiss and an extra probing squeeze to the ass then nodded, breaking away. They quickly picked up their suitcases and high tailed it out of the building, leaving dust, stares, and a purple and green, mouth breathing, homophobic fatman in their wake.

Duff laughed as they came to a stop in the middle of a group of Japanese tourists. They all turned to look at him as he barked, panted, barked, and then wheezed with his hands on his knees.

Izzy was looking at Duff too, a rare - though not as much as some people would think - smile on his lips. He patted his friend on the back and pulled out a cigarette, then offered one to Duff. It would make the wheezing worse, but a smoker cares none about that.

They lit up from Izzy's lighter as the tour grouped streamed past them, completely nonplussed at the disgruntled - or awed, recognizing - stares they received. Once they had the stretch of sidewalk to themselves, Duff stacked their suitcases one atop the other and sat down while Izzy hailed a cab. His long arms soon garnered them a ride and they hopped into the sedan after tossing their bags into the trunk.

It was blue, with a peeling leather interior and a hand stenciled logo on either window; the usual black and white checkers ran a wobbly circle around the outside of the car. The driver glared at them from underneath bushy brows as they smoked their cigarettes, and Izzy smiled at him politely, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror, until he finished and put out his cig on the door's plastic.

Duff's mind was in some far off place and he didn't notice any interactions taking place. Izzy wondered if he was thinking about how to find his passport, or what to do in the city, or about girls -- or, the bleach blonde head rolling onto his shoulder could have been asleep. The snores more or less confirmed it.

"Where to?" The driver asked after a minute.

“Marriott on Jackson,” Izzy answered, turning his torso minutely to get more comfortable.

Etta James’ smoky vocals floated out of the speakers, half of the tone quality getting lost in the maze of beads hanging down from the cab ceiling in a curtain between driver and passengers. Izzy sighed and shifted; the leather creaked; Duff snorted and drool ran down his arm. He smiled down at the man asleep on him and brushed some hair back from his sticky mouth, fingers slowly tracing Duff’s jawline.

Michael Andrew Mckagan was a unique specimen, that was for sure. He was laid back and welcoming, yet had enough energy to rival Popcorn, at times. He was loving and affectionate to his friends, and scathingly rude to those that hurt them. Duff dressed like a stripper from Arkansas that had discovered the Sex Pistols last week, drank more vodka in a month than most people did in a year, baked amazing blackberry streudals, sang Prince in the shower, and made out with his friends when he was lonely. Izzy was pretty sure that he was in love with him.

The engine of the cab coughed, and suddenly the vehicle was rolling to a stop outside the hotel they had left only an hour or so ago. Izzy gently shook Duff awake and went to pay the man while Duff got their bags back out of the trunk.

“That will be forty dollars,” the man said, staring Izzy down from beneath his fuzzy caterpillar. Interestingly enough, that was the only facial hair he had; perhaps he’d shaved off his mustache and glued it, hair by hair, onto his brow bone.

“Really? It was half that to get to the airport two hours ago. What’s your game, man? You think you can scam us?”

Izzy didn’t like being scammed. It was damn near impossible to get one up on him - let alone very rare someone even dared to try - so this guy was about to get it if he thought he could.

“You ruined my interior. Smells like smoke. I need to clean it now. I know you have the money,” the man glared, narrowing his eyes. The caterpillar hunched down too, like it was trying to curl up on itself to avoid getting eaten by a hawk-nosed Stradlin.

“Is that so?” Izzy snorted, fishing out another cigarette just for the hell of watching the man get angrier.

“Here, forty dollars. C’mon Iz, let’s go.”

Duff handed the man a fold of two twenties with a sigh, his other hand subtly resting on Izzy’s lower back for a moment before removing itself again. He wanted to fight it - there was no way that guy should be getting away with charging them double price, fuck that! - but Duff was tired and the money was already handed over. Izzy knew that physical signal from Dff, too, the hand on the back: it meant “leave it”.

With a final huff and a not so subtle bird, Izzy grabbed his carpet bag from where Duff had lain it on the asphalt and followed his tall friend through the hotel’s front entrance, cigarette dangling from his mouth all the while.

They made their way over to the front desk, explained the situation, and then they were back inside the mirrored elevator armed with the suite’s key card, going up like they had never left in the first place.

“Hmm, wonder what it would be like to make love in this elevator?” Duff mused, staring upwards at his reflection in the ceiling.

Issy followed the bold line of his profile, from Adam's apple to nose to messy hair, before he finally glanced at the ceiling, too.

“Interesting, certainly. I’ve done it in front of a mirror, but not in a whole box of them.”

“Yeah. Hey, we should come back here and incorporate this into our next video!” Duff exclaimed, grinning at him.

“Izzy snorted. “What, you wanna come back here a third time? This place got like a magical draw or some shit?”

They both cracked up.

#duzzy #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #duff x izzy #gnr #guns n roses #gnr fic #guns n roses fanfic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #lulucrowproductions #fluff #friends to lovers #humor

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Coffee shop AU: Who is the barista, and who frequents the coffee shop?

Wulf is the big beefy barista who is earning some Midgardian money to pay for supplies and accessories. He's always thrilled to talk to customers as he serves them and Rhys is the helpless little fool who visits almost every day because he's a simp whose enhanced by the big ass man who beamed at him and gave him two pastries for free.

And perhaps Rhys now steals more wallets so he can see Wulf, whose to say? And perhaps he always asks for the pastries on the bottom shelf so he can see Wulf bend over, don't judge him.

Highschool/College AU: Who is the straight-A student, and who’s the backrow slacker?

Rhys doesn't think much of school. He got this far without school, and under Mystique's rules, school surely isn't going ri matter much anymore, right? But then these two giant siblings enter the school and now Rhys has to deal with said giant siblings taking an interests in school...and seemingly not knowing anything about anything.

Which is...ridiculous? Surely these kids should know how rain works and the shit they do in gym is ridiculous. But now apparently Edith is dating Wanda Maximoff and now Rhys is stuck with the constant visits of her dorky younger brother who...actually makes Rhys want to try harder in order to get the 6'0 beefcake to notice him. Rhys doesn't think its right that Wulf claims he's 198 but damn if he doesn't want to study with the boy who lifted Scott Summers up in good spirit with one hand.

Rivals to loves AU: Who takes their rivalry seriously, and who is half in it just to push the other’s buttons?

Wulf cannot stand the way Rhys seems to hang around the Asgardian stables, using his powers in blatant disrespect. How could anyone unlock their Odin Force and yet not willingly serve the royal family? It sends a surge of annoyance through Wulf because they should be thankful for their powers, not for Rhys to do what he likes with them and to spend half of his time sitting around the stables and flirting widly.

Rhys on the other hand, thinks it's incredibly amusing to tease Wulf. The bigger man is always instant on doing the right thing and Rhys just wants to try and get him to have fun. After all, isn't it living up to his element to have fun? Plus, Rhys adores the horses and he demands to have a ride with Wulf on Ragnarok one of these days!

Enemies to lovers AU: Which one switches sides?

Its the wrong thing and agaisnt the rules of everything Wulf stands for, but one day he breaks into Hel and frees Rhys when his death comes. A different Valkyrie and taken his soul and even Edith cracks, making Wulf to swear an oath that he shall never involve her when he breaks into Hel and saves Rhys's soul.

He can never go back to Asgard and without the golden apples, Wulf will one day become a mortal man and age like everyone else. Its quite stressful, knowing that you are fated to becoming a mortal man and that you've truly lost everything. But Rhys now has a new lease on life and he's determined to make good use of it, as well as finally seeing the opportunity of having Wulf all to himself and helping him learn to enjoy life as a Midgardian.

Soulmate AU: Who is eager to meet their soulmate? Who absolutely does not want to meet their soulmate?

Wulf is originally thrilled. The idea of sharing a romance with his intended is incredible to him. A work of fate that only Freya could do. But when he finds out that his soulmate is Midgardian, Wulf is torn. He has been fated to a soulmate who is doomed to die long before he is and isn't that terrible? How can he willingly be in love and curse Rhys to such a thing?

Rhys, on the other hand, knows that there's some shit up with the kind Asgardian that always wants to help him or does nice things. But when Ragnarok let's it slip that Wulf is Rhys's destined other half and never thought to tell him? Oh boy, Wulf is in for it buddy.

Single parent AU: Which one is the single parent? (Alt. if they’re both single parents: Which one is open to starting a new relationship from the start? Which one is never planning on finding love again… Until they meet the other and are instantly smitten?)

Rhys has some troubles with his kid, he wasn't an easy child and that seems to have passed down. It's harder to care for a child when its even harder to find work as a mutant and single father. But Rhys is intent on doing fine. That is, before the ridiculously large man tries do being his goddamn horse into Rhys's workplace.

The weirdo is...charming. Laughs sweetly at the shitty jokes Rhys tells and seems far too genuine for Rhys to not feel bad about making fun of him internally. His name is Wulf and he always comes in to buy the most ridiculous things that Rhys isn't sure Wulf actually needs, or is just buying them to see him. His kid likes Wulf though and Rhys supposes that makes him alright, more so when Wulf tells such interesting stories to his child that even Rhys finds himself charmed by the silly man.

And then Wulf unwittingly calls Rhys a dilf brightly and that's the moment he falls in love with the dumbass.

Doctor AU: Which one is the longsuffering doctor? Which one is the patient?

Rhys is terrified about being in the doctor's again. He promised himself he would never go yet here he was, needing a checkup since he was having a fever and the treatment was for free...

But then he can never seem to get a ready time to go in due to the fact that the man before him needed a vaccine and the needles can't seem to pierce his skin while others seem to have old affects once they enter his bloodstream. They want to keep Wulf in overnight but Wulf is more concerned with chatting to Rhys and trying to help the smaller man feel comfortable, even if that gets him in trouble when he shatters a glass for another drink and a doctor yells. At least Rhys's already pale face seems to soften and smile.

Bodyguard AU: Who is the bodyguard? Who are they protecting? Which one is secretly pining for the other?

Rhys is used to rowdy fans, being a popular rockstar and all. But he isn't used to being assigned a bodyguard of all things! Wulfsige is big and polite but keeps breaking doors and shattering glasses while swearing in Old Norse under his breath. Rhys loves him. And definitely lusts after him after Wulf picks up a shitty fan by their collar and throws them across the room (using his powers to soften the blow).

Wulf is charmed by the way Rhys's eyes follow him, but he worries about the dangers the smaller man gets into and often will offer to help Rhys out more or to try and make reasons to stay with him more. Rhys is beautiful and his music makes Wulf's heart soar, especially when it almost feels like Rhys looks out for him within a crowd. But Midgardian culture is different and he shall not try to impose on Rhys and hurt the man he has sworn to protect for as long as he is needed. Rhys still cries over this.

Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

It's been over a hundred hears of sailing on water, since Wulf and Edith decided that the seas were filled with far too many dying souls and magic to be ignored. There's some legend or so about a "flying dutchman" but Wulf pays no attention to it since he isn't Dutch and he simply uses the air currents to walk and soar rather than flying.

But oh boy, Rhys? He grew up hearing tales of a dutchman and a woman who stained soil with blood. It's a dream to be free from humans and to enjoy the open air in such a free place. It sounds like a dream. So when he walks along the docks one night and finds out that the flying dutchman is actually a hot beefy blond who resembles a golden retriever?? Hell yeah Rhys is gonna try and enchant and woo Wulf onto the shp.

Childhood best friends AU: Which one was super obviously in love with the other the whole time? Who was oblivious until they were older?

Wulf remembers the learning trips down to Midgard. He looked ten but had the mental age of a five year old. It was disconcerting to see but Rhys? As if he was going to be put off by the large boy who spoke funny and would scare the crueler children away. Usually it would just be the two of them together and it had been for quite a few years. Wulf didn't understand why Rhys's family wouldn't approve of such a gifted child while Rhys loved stories of Wulf's home but would frown at hearing how old and tough Asgardian life is.

Then Wulf eventually had to return home and that was that for many years. Their lives carried on in their intended paths until Rhys was drawn to that fateful bar. Wulf is thrilled to be reunited with Rhys once more and delights on sharing all that has happned. Rhys meanwhile, is still struggling over the fact that Wulf is apparently real. Not imaginary. Also the fact that Rhys, an adult, is left gaping at the fact that said childhood best friend is ripped and big as an adult.

Oh boy. And touchy.

#blind-mutant #ask #headcanon #riding the wild winds (wulf)#ksdgjgjvj #all of these have the energy of Wulf grabbing a raccoon out of the trash and going 'i love him'

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2020 READING RECAP!

This year sucked ass in so many ways, but it might be the best year of reading I’ve ever had. I discovered so many new favorites, revisited some old favorites, and even read a few books multiple times. In this post, I’ve listed my top five favorite books from this year in the order that I read them because I don’t think I could possibly rank them against each other. They have all become some of my favorite books of all time. I’ve also included a few honorable mentions which are ranked with my favorite listed first. And lastly, I have two notable rereads of some old favorites. I also added links to each book on goodreads and bookshop so you can easily add anything to your tbr or buy it! This is going to be a long one, so buckle up. Without further ado, here is an overview of the books I read in 2020!

s t a t s :

reading goal: 30

total books read: 31

new (to me) books read: 22

average rating: 4.2/5 stars

t o p f i v e f a v o r i t e s :

Beartown and Us Against You by Fredrik Backman

(Yes, I know I’m kind of cheating by counting this as one book but just roll with me here) Beartown takes place in a tiny community in rural Sweden which is defined by their hockey club. When the junior hockey team has a chance at winning the national championships, the entire town throws their full support behind them. The burden of the pride of their community rests on the shoulders of a handful of teenage boys. For one, the pressure boils over and he commits an act of violence that leaves a young girl traumatized, and the entire community divided.

Late one evening toward the end of March, a teenager picked up a double-barreled shotgun, walked into the forest, put the gun to someone else's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

This is the story of how we got there.

These two books were downright spectacular. Over the course of this year, I’ve completely fallen in love with Backman’s writing style (we love a good onomatopoeia) but more than anything else I just adore his characters. Each one is multidimensional, and even the most infuriating residents of Beartown have their redeeming qualities. I also love the attention he gives to even the side characters whose motivations shape the story even if they only appear for a few scenes. These are stories about right and wrong, courage and fear, and most of all, humanity itself. I laughed and cried and felt more emotions than I thought was possible. Beartown was amazing, but I actually thought that the sequel, Us Against You, somehow surpassed it, so make sure to read both!! (TW: rape/sexual assault)

goodreads - bookshop (Beartown) goodreads - bookshop (UAY)

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi

Paul Kalanithi was thirty-six years old and on the verge of completing a decade’s worth of training to become a neurosurgeon when he was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. His memoir, When Breath Becomes Air, follows his journey from being a naïve medical student, to a brilliant neurosurgeon at Stanford, to being a cancer patient and a new father confronting his own mortality.

I began to realize that coming in such close contact with my own mortality had changed both nothing and everything. Before my cancer was diagnosed, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn’t know when. After the diagnosis, I knew that someday I would die, but I didn’t know when. But now I knew it acutely. The problem wasn’t really a scientific one. The fact of death is unsettling. Yet there is no other way to live.

This memoir caught me completely by surprise. It was assigned reading for an English class and I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it let alone completely reevaluate my perception of the world around me because of it. Kalanithi discusses learning, medicine, life, and death as he seeks to answer the age-old question, “What makes life worth living?” and the unique perspectives that he offered fascinated me. When Breath Becomes Air is an unfinished manuscript, since Kalanithi died in 2015, but the epilogue written by his wife might just be the best part of the whole book. To tell you that I was sobbing while reading it would be an understatement. The reason why this book made this list is because I finished it in March, but I still think about it relatively often. When Breath Becomes Air has left a lasting impact on my life, and I highly recommend it!

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The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Evelyn Hugo was a Hollywood legend, but after her sudden departure from show business in the late 80s, she completely fell out of the public gaze. Now she is finally ready to tell the true story about her scandalous and glamorous life and she has specifically chosen Monique Grant, a virtually unknown magazine reporter, for the job. For Monique this exclusive is the opportunity of a lifetime. Evelyn tells her story of ambition, friendship, love, and of course each of her seven husbands. However, it becomes evident that Evelyn’s life has intersected with Monique’s own in tragic and irreversible ways.

It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.

This. Book. It was absolutely captivating. I’m honestly not even sure what to say here without giving too much away. The plot is truly a wild ride as Evelyn leads Monique through the story of her life. There are so many twists and turns: some that I saw coming and others that completely blindsided me. And that not even to mention Evelyn Hugo herself who is one of the strongest, smartest, most compassionate and deeply flawed characters I’ve ever read about. All the characters were complex and layered, but she was really something else. There were so so many emotions and so many tears and I really don’t know what else to say. I’m begging you to read this book; it will blow your mind.

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A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman

Ove is a curmudgeon whose life is turned upside down when a young, vivacious family moves in next door. That’s it. That’s the synopsis.

Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.

You’ve seen the Pixar movie: grumpy old man meets young person who shows him life is worth living and they become buds etc. etc. Sure, you could essentially boil down A Man Called Ove to that simple plotline but it is so much more than that. It’s heartbreaking and hopeful and you’ll laugh and cry while reading it. This was the most wholesome story I had read in a long time, and I thoroughly enjoyed every last bit of it. I’ve already explained my love of Backman’s unique writing style, but this novel in particular does a beautiful job of tackling deep themes such as grief and purpose with a generous serving of humor. I also just adored the ending. While this book isn’t at all fluffy or entirely lighthearted, it gave me all of he warm fuzzy feelings I was craving. I cannot possibly recommend it enough!

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Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Elizabeth Bennet and her four sisters must find wealthy husbands because upon their father’s death, the entirety of his estate will be passed on to a male cousin, leaving them penniless. Conveniently, a wealthy gentleman called Mr. Bingley moves into the neighborhood, bringing along his even wealthier although most unpleasant friend, Mr. Darcy.

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

I definitely didn’t think that I was going to enjoy this book nearly as much as I did. The story truly is timeless, and I absolutely adored Elizabeth and Darcy. The biggest surprise I had while reading is that the humor is still funny today and of course Lizzy is fucking hilarious. She is confident, principled, and more than happy to roast the shit out of anyone who deserves it. And then there’s the matter of Mr. Darcy being so sweet and kind (after he stops being an asshole of course) and greatly contributing to the unattainable standards I have for men. It was also nice to have a socially awkward male lead, and in many ways I related more to him than to Lizzy. This book is everything I want from a romance novel plus class criticism and feminism and Elizabeth being an absolute badass. Enemies to lovers is my all time favorite romance trope and I loved reading one of the OGs. Also, I’d just like to add that Mary is the most underappreciated character of the whole novel because she’s really just trying her best. Mostly I was just completely impressed with how this novel has withstood the test of time and it has become one of my favorite classics! Please please give this book a chance even if you don’t typically enjoy classic novels!!

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h o n o r a b l e m e n t i o n s :

The Martian by Andy Weir

Mark Watney is one of the first people to ever walk on Mars, and now it seems like he’ll be the fist person to die there. A raging dust storm forced his crew to evacuate without him and he finds himself alone on the red planet with the entire world believing him to be dead. This book just barely missed being one of my top five of the year, but it was absolutely amazing. I love reading about people finding clever solutions to problems and that is basically what this entire story is. I maybe understood half of the technical science jargon if I’m being generous, but the story is plenty enjoyable even without extensive scientific knowledge. I adore Mark’s wit and mindset, and I loved watching him wriggle his way out of impossible situations with the odds completely stacked against him. The Martian is a story of perseverance and humanity, but it’s also absolutely hilarious. I highly recommend this one if you haven’t picked it up!!

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Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng

Shaker-Heights appears to be the perfect place to raise a family. It’s progressive, has low crime rates and is all around an idyllic bubble. This all begins to change when a single mother and her daughter move into town with a disregard for the status quo, and a custody battle erupts, dividing the community. This was a great book that ended up being surprisingly thought provoking, and I particularly enjoyed the novel’s criticism of liberal idealism. The story itself was entertaining and I think it’s definitely worth a read!

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Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Alex Claremont-Diaz is the first son of the United States who finds himself intertwined in a damage control PR stunt with his sworn nemesis, Prince Henry. They have to pretend to be best friends to ensure that their confrontation at the royal wedding doesn’t get in the way of American/British relations. I’m sure you can guess where this is going. This is totally a feel-good love story, but it also finds the time to tackle real issues surrounding politics and societal expectations. I loved this book so much that I read it twice this year (the second time because I was so stressed about the election and I needed to distract myself with the fictional 2020 election that takes place in the novel) and also I’m just a sucker for enemies to lovers. (sidenote: the turkey catastrophe is one of the greatest scenes in literary history and you cannot convince me otherwise) 100% would recommend!

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n o t a b l e r e r e a d s :

The Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling

The Jim Dale audiobooks are my ultimate self-care tool when I’m stressed or sad; I just find them to be so comforting and I can’t explain why. Because of this I probably listen to at least one of the books every year, but it’s usually just whichever one I happen to be in the mood for. But it’s been so long since I’ve listened through the entire series, and this year seemed to be the perfect time to do so!

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

This used to be my favorite book of all time. I’m pretty sure I first read it in sixth or seventh grade and I’ve reread it so many times since. I’ve been planning on rereading this book my first year of university for such a long time, and the time finally came! The book especially hit hard this semester because Cath feels disconnected from everyone at school because she doesn’t want to go to parties or make much of an effort to find friends, and because of COVID, I ended up in almost the exact same situation, (except unfortunately my roommate doesn’t have a cute ex-boyfriend who hangs out in our room). This was definitely another comfort read like the HP audiobooks and it made me feel a bit better about being stuck in my dorm room.

If you actually made it to the end of all that, wow, you’re a real one. I hope you got a few new book recs out of this! If you want to see the thirteen other books I read this year, you can check out my 2020 reading challenge. I read so many amazing books this year I had hard time narrowing down my favorites, so there are still plenty more great reads that aren’t included in this post. If for some reason you feel like keeping up with the books I read in 2021, follow my goodreads account for dramatic and ranty book reviews. Happy New Year, and here’s to 2021 being full of wonderful books!

#booklr #reading #reading recap #reading wrap up #mine

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Etched into your skin - Chapter 2

Here’s the second chapter everyone. Thanks everyone for the likes/reblogs and kind comments, you’re the best! TRIGGER WARNING: Brief mention about past Tharn/San. That relationship is so weird I'd rather tag it in case anyone reading has a hard time with it. This mention is in the first half of the chapter.

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Type Thiwat Phawattakun

That was a boy’s name etched onto his chest. He’s always looked at it upside down, following the curves and loops of each letter with his eyes or a finger. His heartbeat was the strongest just under that patch of skin.

As a child, when he had yet to learn how to read, he’d asked his parents or P’Thorn to read it to him slowly, helping him trace each character as it was pronounced. Type’s name was the first thing he learned how to write and how to read. He knew that name before his own even though, comparatively, Kirigun was way easier to remember.

He used to think Type’s name was actually his. He introduced himself as Type to his teachers at school, signed that name on his homework and tests. Tharn didn’t remember that, his dad liked to remind him whenever he got into one of these nostalgic moods about his children being grown now. What he does remember is naming his childhood plushy ‘Type’. He refused to go anywhere without it, sleeping with it every night, playing with it every day. He still had it on a shelf in his room, unable to throw it away despite its old age.

Tharn liked to listen to people’s stories about their soulmates. Even the simplest ones had something comforting woven into each detail. It made him feel safe, knowing there was someone out there that was just for him to have. That someone was Type.

“Have you ever thought of being with someone that wasn’t your soulmate?”

Tharn raised his eyes from his homework, blinking slowly at Lhong as the question registered in his mind. He hummed pensively, considering carefully.

“I guess… maybe? I’m not too sure...”

He hadn’t ever felt strong feelings for anyone yet, he was barely 14 and so far the only thing that really got his attention was music and his drums. He had started to notice that some boys were… very nice looking. Sometimes, P’San looks at him in a certain way. He used to look at him the same way P’Thorn does. Not so much anymore. Tharn wasn’t too sure what to do with that.

“Well,” Lhong voice startled him out of his reverie. “What if you don’t meet your soulmate till you’re like, 30?”

“That’s far away,” he conceded. Hopefully Type wouldn’t make him wait that long.

“It is! You’re not going to stay alone all this time, right? And when you meet them, you need to know what you’re doing, right?”

Maybe it could be cute to learn with them. Maybe they could be awkward together. Maybe he’ll kiss Type and it’s going to be weird, but they’ll get the hang of it more and more with each new kiss. Maybe Type could be the first and last person to kiss his name. He’ll feel Tharn’s heartbeat against his lips. Maybe he’ll ask Type to retrace the letters, to read it out loud slowly just for him.

“Maybe…”

He ends up in a classroom alone with P’San who takes his first kiss and first time. He can’t say he regrets that Type hadn’t been the one to make him realise bottoming wasn’t for him. It had been strange. He’d rather not dwell on it too much. P’San hadn’t touched his name though, just like he hadn’t dared look too much at the character’s on the boy’s thigh.

Under the shower, he briefly wondered if Type had had sex with someone else too.

He didn’t dwell on that either, it was strange and unpleasant.

“Hey Tharn!”

Tharn turned toward a big group of his classmates, all huddled around a magazine, seemingly fascinated by whatever they were looking at.

“What are you guys reading?”

As he approached, he could only focus on the giant hearts on the pink glossed pages.

“I stole my sister’s magazine. It’s about the position of soulmate name.”

Tharn laughed, resting against Lhong to try to get a good look.

“That’s very romantic of you Jay, I didn’t know you cared.”

Jay tutted, brandishing the magazine like a coveted prize despite everyone else's protests.

“This is junk, but girls read it. It’s a great ice breaker.”

“Shut up and tell us what it says already!”

“Okay, okay! What an ungrateful crowd! So… what do you guys want to know?”

“Is there anything about soulmarks on the back?”

Tharn looked down at Lhong. He knew Lhong’s name ran all along his spine, remembers Lhong confessing he’ll never be able to see the name with his own two eyes, that sometimes it felt like the writing wasn’t there at all. Tharn had felt sad for him, he couldn’t imagine not being able to look down and just see, as surely as he could feel his heartbeat.

“In the back… In the back… In the back they say ‘People with a soulmark on their back are secretive. They want to protect themselves from the world and are afraid of being open with others. These people tend to stay stuck in the past, unable to let go of their hardships and the things that hurt them. They can hold grudges for years, so try to not piss them off too much, or you’ll be faced with a terrible enemy!’ That’s so rough man! And that’s so not you Lhong. What a piece of trash!” many laughed at the harsh profiling, some even clapping the young man in the back playfully. “Ah wait, there’s also about relationship for people with a back placement. ‘Being in a relationship with them can be a challenge as you’ll probably have to do a lot of emotional heavy lifting. Their distrustful nature implies a lot of hard work will be necessary to get into their good grace. However, once they open their hearts to you, they’re the ride or die crowd. Loyal to a fault, they’ll believe in you no matter what and will always be there to catch you if you fall. Back placement people are the embodiment of ‘high risk, high reward’. Their best matches are: chest, thigh, and belly placement'.”

That, Tharn could agree with. Lhong was his best friend and had been for years. He knew for a fact that the other boy would be there for him no matter what.

“What about the chest placement,” Tharn asked, curious to see how accurate the prediction would be for him.

“Of course you’re a chest placement,” observed Jay as he looked for the right section.

“So dreamy,” said one.

“So romantic,” replied the other.

“For the chest.. ‘The chest placement, called Lover’s placement because of its overuse in romantic movies, is often found on passionate people. They tend to let their emotions guide them and would rather listen to the impulse of their hearts than the voice of reason inside their head. Brave and secure of who they are, chest placements tend to be great leaders as their caring nature pushes them to try and look out for the majority’. Well, this one is more accurate at least! For your relationship… ‘If thigh placement are considered the champions of physical relationships, chest placement are known everywhere as the pros of romance. They’ll bring out the best in their partners and will always give their whole heart to their relationship. Be careful though, as their passionate nature can make them impulsive, and sometimes jealous. Their best matches are: face, thigh, arm, and back placement’.”

Tharn wondered. Was he really all these things?

What could Type possibly be? Each placement had their own clichés. Thigh people were sensual but fickle. Chest, passionate but temperamental. Face, straightforward but angry. Shin, adventurous but irresponsible. Ribs, soft but pushovers. Back, distrustful but loyal.

His mum had a chest placement, just like him. His dad’s was on his forearm. Thorn and Tanya had theirs just hugging their hip.

He wondered where Tharn Thara Kirigun was written.

For his 16th birthday, just before their traditional family dinner, the whole family goes to city hall together. Tharn feels jittery as he completes his paperwork. The beat of his own heart is deafening, and for a second he stops breathing. The employee seems to take an eternity to input his information into their software.

No match. They would notify him by mail as soon as Type would register.

His disappointment must be clear as day on his face, Thorn gripped him into a side hug, offering him a comforting smile.

“Don’t worry N’Tharn. I didn’t get my match either at first. It’ll happen.”

On their way back home, they all gave him a wide breadth, talking among themselves while Tharn was slowly getting lost in thoughts.

Was Type younger than him? Did he not register? If not, why wouldn’t he? Didn’t he want to meet Tharn? Did he not want to be found? He had tried so hard to rein in his enthusiasm and bring down his expectations. He still crashed down hard that night.

At least Type wasn’t dead, they would have told him otherwise.

There’s nothing he could do. He just had to be patient.

After his 16th birthday, Tharn started to date more. A first boy, then a second when the first one matched. He’d even tried to go out with a girl, but that really hadn’t done it for him. Then there was Tar.

Tar wasn’t Type. But Tar definitely had his heart. Tar who had a French name written on his lower ribs.

It was almost easy to overlook, he could hide the name with his arms during hugs, could bury his nose in Tar’s neck when they made love.

Type’s name was harder to ignore.

At the end of high school, as he was looking for a condo he could share with his boyfriend not too far from their university, Tar announced he’d received an art scholarship. For a Parisian’s school.

Not only was it a great opportunity, it was destiny calling for him.

He couldn’t refuse, he told Tharn. He had to go, he explained, crying as he was breaking up with his boyfriend of a year. He had to meet the owner of his name, is what he didn’t say. It’s all Tharn heard, though.

His last summer before university was spent mourning his relationship, mending his broken heart by beating the pain away on the drums.

“Tharn! A letter from university is here, come and get it.”

He thanked his mum and she urged him to open it. It was about his dorm.

Welcome, we’re very proud you decided to join our University.... All students are allowed to get their keys from…shared dorm… assigned roommate: Type Phawattakun.

It was time. It was his turn. He had been waiting for it for years. He didn’t have his first kiss to give, nor his first time, or even his first ‘I love you’. He still wanted to feel someone tracing over that name and whisper it against his lips though.

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Can I please get a HC about Joe with a Capricorn lover?

Yeessssss!!! I am a Cap myself, so I always feel a little partial to writing about any of our lads with a Capricorn!

The neat thing with Joe is that there is a Reassurance of respect. This boy has drunken his respect women/people/men/folk/everybody juice day and night. He always lets you talk first for a bit and apologizes if he ever goes over you and normally Joe is a firecracker, so it’s very sweet.

You both understand signs of affection and each other love languages. To quote an HC I think @sohoneyspreadyourwings wrote (which is great, like all her stuff, please follow and read her work, btw) Joe’s is physical touch. So when you take his hand and rub it gently, he gives you the sweetest little smile.

Neither of you wants a fly by night romance. Although your First dates included talks about goals, your lives, your friends and families, you were secretly happy when he asked for a second date and third. By the fourth, he said “I just...I don’t want to let go of you yet or...let anything die because...I just really like you, YN.”

You hype up Joe and encourage him to be bold. You tell him to write as many screenplays as he wants and to audition like a madman. Which he gladly does. Plus he is smart, resourceful, and even manages to get a few films confirmed for his writing and acting and when he announces it, you jump into his arms and kiss him.

Joe also gives practical advice. If you want to start, say, cooking things, you ask him how to start and he says “just...just cook!” You laugh a little and are about to remark at this smartassery but then you realize...you do start by just picking recipes and making it. You find you enjoy doing it (And Joe isn’t complaining about homemade food and goodies either)

He has the essence and smell of cleanliness, it’s great to hug him because he smells nice. You bury your face into his shirt and inhale his scent and it always relaxes you.

You enjoy doing things physically together (and not just bedroom stuff, even though you’re more vanilla, but Joe’s willing to compromise ;)) You both enjoy going into nature is fun: hikes, bike rides and especially...

ICE SKATING!!! Even though Joe’s nervous and flails at first. You show him that you figured it out: balance your weight in the back, stand straight, and take little steps.

You both are super committed to everything about each other. There’s hardly a day that goes by without you reminding the other, directly or indirectly, good and bad and boring days, you are the apple of each other's eye.

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#joe zodiac series #hoe for joe #joe mazzello #queen #bohra #bohrap #bohrap facfiction #i love one idiot #and its him #joe mazzello x reader #bohrap zodiac series #joe mazzello x y/n

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The Dormant Beast - Jongho (3)

Read Part 2 HERE

Part: 3 of ?

Idol: Jongho of ATEEZ

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Slight prejudice and bullying (non-racial and it’s not body shame either), slight mention of blood, slight violence, swearing and shit, MC is a Black Female

A/N: I should’ve mentioned it earlier, but the whole “you can’t hit girls/boys” narrative doesn’t really exist in this world. Since the Aura-Human race all have an advantage of some sort in battle, they are considered “equals.” Doesn’t mean I’m gonna write about some guy body-slamming a girl into oblivion lmao. Just please don’t be alarmed by the lack of consideration for gender in this fic. This is a world where racism and sexism don’t exist but is still plagued with prejudice nonetheless. Happy Reading!

Crescent swam herself to shore, tentative the flying aura would find her. She rung out her tank top and shorts. She had just spent an undetermined amount of time in the water, but she wasn’t shivering like all the times before when she’d visited the beach. In fact, she felt as warm as ever. She walked and walked, unfamiliar with the Enchanted Ocean, she wasn’t sure where she was going. After some time, she reached the street. With no other choice, she began to walk, hoping she’d find a gas station or aura training center soon where she could call her parents or Jongho.

Suddenly, a cop car slowed down next to her. Crescent stopped walking, peering into the window.

“Is something wrong, young lady? You’re drenched, walking alone, and it’s thirty degrees outside.”

“I just need a ride home, sir. And, I’m not cold, so don’t worry too much about it.”

The officer nodded. “An aquatic aura. Nice. Alright, get in. I’ll take you home.”

The officer pulled into the driveway, where Crescent’s parents were frantically shouting at Jongho, with Eclipse defending him, telling them her rapture wasn’t his fault.

Crescent jumped out of the squad car. “Mom!” She ran, the cop following closely behind.

“Oh, Crescent! Baby, I’m so glad you’re okay.” She said, flinching when she hugged the girl. “Cres, you’re drenched! What happened?”

“Good Evening, if it’s alright, I’d like to talk to those who were home before Crescent was raptured. More importantly, the person who saw her last.” The Officer said. Everyone turned to Jongho, who nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“We were watching Marvin, until Crescent fell asleep. I started to doze off too, but then I felt a gust of cold air. The heat was on at the time, so immediately I knew something was wrong. The window was wide open so I knew someone had came in. I woke Crescent up and went to check the hallway, but the minute I turned back I saw her being dragged out of the window. I’m a gorilla aura, but I didn’t have time to power up, so I couldn’t pull her back in. I tried, but whoever that was can fly, so I ended up falling out the window on the grass. I powered up afterwards, but by then she was high in the sky. That’s when her father came running out the house and her sister screamed from the roof. They weren’t aware of what was going on.”

The officer nodded, writing everything down. “So, you said the assailant didn’t have a face? I don’t mean to instill any more worry, but could it be possible that it was The Void?”

Crescent’s mom shook her head. “My baby is the last person The Void would come after. He seeks the strong. Not the auraless.”

“Auraless?” The officer furrowed his eyebrows. “With all due respect, Mr. and Mrs. Moon, there’s no way this girl is auraless. I found her walking along the side of the road, completely drenched in water, in nearly freezing temperatures. She was walking as if the cold didn’t faze her. And from she tells me, she was dropped in the middle of the ocean and just swam out. That’s not necessarily humanlike.”

Crescent’s mom looked at her. “Oh my God. It’s true. You were drenched, but warm to the touch. How did you get out of the ocean? Baby, what happened to you?” She caressed Crescent’s cheek.

“Solar, honey, don’t overwhelm her.” Lunar squeezed his wife’s shoulders.

“I don’t know. When I was dropped, I thought I was gonna die. But I didn’t. I could breathe, Mom.”

Solar let out a breathless chuckle, turning to her husband. “I knew it, Lunar. I knew our daughter wasn’t a lost cost. I felt it!” She said, causing Lunar to smile.

“Looks like you’ve got yourselves a late bloomer. It’s getting late, and there’s school tomorrow, so I’ll get going. Crescent, Jongho, I will need you to come by the precinct over the weekend for further questioning. Ask for Officer Pena when you get there. You’re not in trouble, but it might be The Void targeting you. Perhaps he’s aware that you were auraless and is trying to scare it outta ya? Sounds crazy, but when you’re dealing with a criminal no one’s ever seen, anything’s possible. You all have a good night.” Officer Pena said, heading back to his car.

“So, you really don’t feel cold?” Eclipse asked, opening the cold water further. Lunar drove Jongho home since it was late, and also to explain the situation to his parents and why he needed to go to the precinct that weekend. Meanwhile, Eclipse had coaxed her little sister into the tub, determined to understand her newfound ability.

“For the last time, Clips. NO. I’m not cold. Just wet.”

“Is it because of-”

“Say his name. I dare you.” Crescent glared while her sister snickered.

“Eclipse, get your sister out of the shower! We’re not even sure what she is yet!” Solar shouted from across the hall. “Leave her alone before I make you swim laps in the pool again.”

Eclipse grimaced as she turned off the water. Like her aura, Eclipse disliked swimming, despite being pretty good at it.

Crescent headed to her room, drying herself off. Laying back in bed, her phone vibrated.

“Hey Cres, I was so happy to see you pop back up tonight. I would never forgive myself if I lost you forever. You’re my favorite person. I’m sure you’re probably sleeping by now, so good night, Cres. See you in school.”

“So, you’re really breathing under there?”

“Yep.”

Crescent had been underwater for about 20 minutes already, with no sign of needing air. Her swimming had improved tremendously. She bounced from wall to wall of the school pool with ease. Jongho laid out lazily at the edge, his right leg bent upwards while his left laid flat and his upper body rested on his forearms.

Suddenly, Crescent popped out of the water, appearing right in front of Jongho. She leaned over the edge of the pool coolly, as if she hadn’t been swimming lap after lap just a second ago.

“Crazy how all those times we went to the beach, your aura never appeared. Here we were thinking you were meant to be a land aura like the rest of your family when you’re something entirely different.” Jongho said, leaning her way.

Crescent shrugged. “I can be quite unpredictable.”

“I know,” Jongho said, “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Crescent fidgeted under his steady gaze. Maybe it was the laps getting to her head, but she could’ve sworn she saw him leaning in…

“Jongho, baby! Fancy seeing you here!” The high-pitched voice said, causing Jongho to roll his eyes and back away slightly. “It’s a school pool, Desire. Anyone could be here, but hello.”

“Well, that’s true, but you can’t swim, right? Because of the aura?” She said, nearly sitting on his lap. “Oh, Crescent! Didn’t see you there.”

“Wish I didn’t see you either.” Crescent mumbled, backstroking.

“Careful swimming that long, you’ll prune up.”

“Actually, Crescent doesn’t prune up in the water. We found out she’s an aquatic aura. It’s why we’re here. They give aquatic auras permission to take water breaks during class.”

“So, you have an aura now? Prove it.” Desire said incredulously.

“Okay. Let’s see who can hold their breath the longest underwater. Me, or you. If I win, you have to leave me alone. For good. You and all of your little minions.”

“And if I win?” Desire said.

Crescent smirked. “You won’t.”

Desire scoffed, getting into the water.

“Jongho, keep count,” Crescent said, descending to the bottom of the pool. She reached the bottom, sitting down and crossing her legs. She watched calmly as Desire sunk to the bottom directly in front of her, holding her breath. Desire watched in awe as she realized Crescent was indeed breathing underwater. She ignored the burning in her lungs, stubbornly determined to prove her point. Suddenly, she felt as though she needed to cough and shot up, catapulting herself to the top.

Crescent smiled as she watched Desire swim up to shore, gushing when she heard Jongho snort.

“Told you she has an aura. You lasted all of 75 seconds.”

Crescent lingered a bit, surfacing a few minutes after.

“Guess that means no more target on my back.” Crescent smiled.

“I never agreed to that.” Desire retorted.

“Actually,” Jongho chimed in. “You accepted her terms the minute you got in the water. Your verbal affirmation wasn’t needed. But you know that, right Desire?” Jongho asked innocently, his scleras darkening, a signal of his aura activating.

“Of course. No more picking on Crescent. After all, the reason I started was that she was auraless. Not much of a reason to bother her now, right?” Desire laughed nervously. “Well, this was fun. I’m gonna go change. Bye!” She said, scattering into the locker room.

Crescent laughed, laying her head on Jongho’s shoulder.

“I wish we could just stay like this. Forever.” Jongho sighed.

“Hiding away from classes?” Crescent laughed.

“Together. Forever.”

Crescent looked up at him. “And what happens when you find your wife and have little gorilla babies?”

Jongho laughed. “You know better than anyone that there’s no guarantee offspring have the same or even a similar aura to the parents. What if mine breathed underwater?” He whispered, making the hairs on the back of Crescent neck stand up.

“You’re the strongest known aura, Jongho. You’re supposed to be with the next strongest, sexuality permitting. I may have an aura now, but that doesn’t mean I’m strong enough to be the Duchess of Strongville.”

“Turning me down before I shoot my shot.” Jongho chuckled. “You know I don’t give a shit about the hierarchy. Plus, Desire is entirely too prissy.” He scrunched up his nose.

“What about your parents?” Crescent asked.

Jongho looked away. Since he was little, Jongho’s family was adamant on him marrying Desire. It was only right; the two strongest auras were destined to be wed. They saw Crescent as his charity case. Figured he was her friend because he pitied her. After all, they thought his fate was settled. They knew Desire and her family since she and Jongho were little kids, and no matter how many times Jongho insisted he didn’t like her, they told him he’d love her eventually. He had to, they said, they were the designated Duke and Duchess.

“How about this: When I convince my parents that Desire isn’t the one for me, you give me a chance.”

“If you convince them.”

“When. My parents are understanding. They’re just a little old-fashioned. I’ll get through to them. For you.” He caressed her cheek.

Crescent leaned into his touch. He’d held her face before, but it felt different this time. More intimate. For once, she felt that maybe, just maybe, they could work.

“Hey, Monkey Boy!”

Their little bubble was popped by the boisterous yelling of none other than Desire’s brother.

Jongho sighed. “Aurora. How nice to see you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Rory. Stand up, ape. Let’s have a talk. Man to man.”

Jongho stood up, short in comparison to the tall, snake-aura boy. Aurora wasn’t just any snake. He was a King Cobra, the biggest, venomous snake. One bite from Aurora could send anyone to the grave. He was considered the strongest aura for a while, until Jongho became old enough to take his place. With Jongho’s strength, Rory’s measly bite was no match. Can’t bite someone when you can’t overpower them. He’s had a vendetta against Jongho ever since.

“What do you wanna talk about?” Jongho asked.

“About you always ditching my sister for this weakling.”

Jongho shrugged. “Crescent’s my best friend. And Desire and I are not together, I owe her no loyalty.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong, ape. See, she thinks you and her are getting married. Totally convinced of that shit. But I overheard that little lovey-dovey shit you spit to the human here. I don’t like how you’re stringing my little sister along, punk.”

“Like I said, I have never claimed to be with her-”

“I’m talking.” He said, pushing Jongho against the wall, his friends crowding around. Jongho was surrounded.

“What do you want from me? What’s your solution?”

“Take Desire out. Tonight. On a date. Show her you care about her.”

“You know why I can’t do that.”

“Oh, but you will,” Aurora chuckled maliciously. “Because if you don’t, remember that one bite from me and you’re monkey business. So you’re gonna take her out and be happy about it. Got it?”

“If you have to force him to have feelings for your sister, it’s already shit,” Crescent said, tired of hearing the back and forth.

“The fuck did you just say?” Rory turned to her, scowling.

“Exactly what you heard. Threats won’t make him love your sister.”

“Like loving you is any better? At least my sister isn’t a nobody like you. I don’t know how Eclipse lives with herself, knowing she has somebody as useless as you for a sister.”

He grabbed Crescent by the neck, flashing his rather pointy canines. “Maybe I should just take you out of your misery. You’d be better off dead.”

“Let her go!” Jongho said, desperately trying to power up. But Rory’s friends held him back, preventing him from hitting his chest which would activate his aura.

“I will. Once she’s dead.” Rory turned to Jongho. “I hope you enjoy watching your girlfriend die.”

Suddenly, Crescent began making this odd sound. Different than any she’d made before, similar to earth rumbling. Her eyes began to glow a bright amber color, and she reached out her hand, aiming for Rory’s neck.

Rory left go of Crescent, his hands reaching out to cup his neck, where blood was gushing out.

“What kind of nails does this weirdo have? Fuck!” He shouted.

It was then that they all realized that the sound Crescent was making was a roar. She roared once more, pouncing at Rory.

“Listen clearly, because I’m only gonna say this once. You stay away from me, and you keep my sister out of your filthy mouth. You got that? Leave Jongho alone, if he takes Desire out, it will be on his own accord.” She scraped her nails along his arm, breaking skin again. “Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

Rory scrambled to his feet, rushing out of the pool room. Crescent glanced at the other boys.

“You all want next? What are you waiting for?” She asked, and the rest of the boys ran out after their friend.

“Cres, your eyes are glowing like a tiger! That was so fucking amazing. You came in contact with Rory, though. There might be traces of venom in your nails. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said, dragging her out the room.

They headed to the cafeteria, where the lunch lady allowed them to use the power washer.

“I found some milk. It’ll revert any symptoms you may have from the venom if any. How are you feeling? Dizziness? Drooling? Anything?” Jongho said in one breath.

“I’m fine. Words gonna get out that I attacked Rory soon. What the fuck is going on with me? For years I had no aura. Now I have 2?”

“What if you have more than 2?” Jongho asked.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that your auras both appeared when you needed that specific ability or animal in that specific moment. You know what type of person is rumored to be that way? The OmniAura.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before Crescent burst into laughter. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me.” She said, grabbing the milk from his hands.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying, don’t knock the idea. And don’t be surprised if a third aura pops up.”

Crescent didn’t answer, drinking her milk instead. There’s no way she could be the OmniAura. There have been cases of people having two auras, even three. Having two wasn’t a sign of her becoming the OmniAura…right?”

#ateez #ateez jongho #choi jongho #jongho #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Those Little Words - Three

Those Little Word: A Iron Man Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a coffee with Ko-fi Word Count: 3087

Pairing: Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warnings: Age difference (not used as a kink), Dirty talk, Smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex, public sex), unsupportive parents.

Synopsis: Everyone knows that Tony Stark is the textbook definition of a narcissist. So what happens when he meets someone just like him.

Part Three

Tony Stark is the textbook definition of a narcissist. Everyone knows that. He even knows that. He prides himself on it.

Only now you pretty sure that’s completely wrong. All that snark and bravado. It’s a wall that he surrounds himself with so that people don’t see how fragile and vulnerable he is.

The morning after you spent half the night fucking for the first time you woke up and he was sitting up against the headboard, ankles crossed over each other and watching you. He looks calm and collected, but somehow you just know that something’s bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“Nothing, darling. Everything is great.” He says, smiling at you.

You sit up and rub your hands over your face. “If you’re having second thoughts, Tony. It can just be a hookup. You don’t have to just go along with it because you said it last night.”

You start climbing out of bed and he catches your hand. “Okay. Let me level with you.” He says and you turn back to look at him. “Last night, after …” He makes a rolling action with his hands. “I slept through until morning. Really good sleep too.”

It takes two seconds for things to click into place for what he would be bothered by that. Obviously, by mentioning sleeping through means he doesn’t usually. Obviously, him being wound up about the fact he did means he’s worried that it’s because you were there. You walk on your knees over to him and start massaging his scalp. He rests his head on your breasts. “We did fuck like five times. And as I like to remind you every two and a half minutes, you’re no spring chicken. I probably just put you in a sex coma.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “This isn’t my first rodeo, ya know?”

You kiss his forehead. “Okay… so maybe it was something to do with me. We had sex. We’re going to start officially seeing each other. You like me. I like you. It’s good times ahead. Your brain let you relax for a change. Maybe it was just last night and the next time we share a bed you’ll sleep as terribly as normal. Maybe I have magic powers and every time we share a bed you’ll sleep through. You can’t possibly have more than a handful of years left. I’ll marry you for your money. Stick it out. You’ll die, leaving me the company which I’ll then sell off in parts and retire to Spain with my much more age appropriate lover I’d been keeping on the side. Either way, we’re not putting too much pressure on this okay? One day at a time.”

Tony nuzzles into your neck. “I don’t plan on ever dying.”

“Ah shit. There goes my fortune.” You tease. “No pressure, Tony. These feelings you’re having for me, they’re reciprocated. We don’t have to talk them to death. We’ll just follow them where they lead us.”

Tony brings his lips to yours. You kiss softly for a moment before he deepens it pushing you back onto the mattress. You wrap your legs around him and he grinds into you. You card your fingers through his hair and moan against his lips.

His mouth moves to your neck and he sucks a patch of skin just at the point that meets your shoulder. You feel his cock stiffen against your pubic mound and you roll your hips against it.

“How can you have anything left, old man?” You hum as you drag your fingers up his back.

“Plenty of practice.” He replies, not even looking up at you.

You roll him over and start kissing his neck as you grind on his cock.

His hands slide down your back and he tilts his head back. “Just once I hope we get to have sex where I’m the one in control.”

“You were on top last time.” You protest. “Besides I plan to ride you like Seabiscuit in the Kentucky Derby.”

Tony chuckles and shakes his head. “Well, if you insist.”

You reach for the cabinet and grab a condom. “You’re gonna need to up your birth control budget.” You say tearing it open.

“I’m good for it.” He says his hands stroking down from your throat and cupping your breasts. You tear open the packet and sheath him before guiding him into your cunt.

You start just slowly rolling your hips against him. Your abs twisting and contracting. His hands slide up and down your torso from your throat to your stomach. “You’re not winning any races like that.” He teases as he watches the way your body moves, his eyes darkened and full of lust.

You lean forward and brace your hands on his chest and you start moving a little faster. Rocking your hips. Sliding up and down his cock. “How’s that?” You ask.

He squeezes your breast and runs his thumbs over your nipples. “Well, it’s better but is it, Kentucky Derby, better?”

You run your hands up his arms pushing them above his head. You hold them above him by the wrists and kiss him. You move faster, bouncing on his cock. You pulse around him, squeezing and releasing your pelvic floor. A sheen of sweat coats your skin as you move. You kiss him hard. Biting at his lips. Your tongues fighting against one another.

You can feel the throb of his cock as he nears his release and you whine as yours continues to elude you. Tony flips you over suddenly and his fingers go to your clit. “Let me help with that.” He rolls his fingertips in a tight circle. It was the one missing piece. You come hard. Your whole body seizing up with it. It pulls him over with you and he comes with a grunt.

He starts kissing you as he slips from within you. His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck. You tilt your head and the glow of the clock catches your attention. “Shit!” You yelp, pushing him off you. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” You clamber out of bed and start pulling your underwear back on.

Tony looks up at you, bemused. “What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling his boxers on.

“I have to teach in 30 minutes and the train takes me 20.” You saying, dashing out to the living room and pulling on your jeans.

“Just relax. I can get you there in less than 5. Go get ready. Meet me back here.” He says, leaning up against the door frame.

You shake your head and come peck his cheek before rushing to the elevator and taking it back to your room. You get ready to go as quickly as you can before rushing back up to Tony’s floor.

“Where are you, old man?” You yell.

“Over here, dear.” He calls back. You jog up a half flight of stairs to where the bar is and you see him lounging back on a sleek black sofa, his arm stretched out over the back. He’s also wearing his Iron Man suit.

“You’re kidding me aren’t you?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him.

He gets up and walks over to you. “Not at all. Iron Man express. Come on.” He lifts you into his arms and you squeal. “Alright, kid. Let’s go.”

He carries you out onto the balcony and takes off. Your first reaction is to scream and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Okay. That’s quite enough of that.” You hear him say, his voice slightly distorted through the suit.

“Tony Stark, I am going to kill you.” You shout over the sound of the wind rushing by your ears and the burn of his blasters.

“Just shush, and enjoy the view.” He says.

You look out. Your heart hammering so hard that you can somehow hear it over everything else. The city does look amazing from this view. The park sweeps by below you as he makes his way to the University.

“Which building?” Tony asks.

“Schermerhorn Hall.” You shout.

He flies in wide and skirting past the vaguely Roman style buildings and landing on the lawn. He places you on your feet and you just stand for a moment holding on to him and taking deep breaths.

A small group of people starts circling you. “You alright?” He asks.

“Yeah. Yep.” You mutter as your heartbeat slows and you sway a little from your adrenalin rush. You tap on his helmet and he opens the visor. “What’s the cab fare on that?”

“You don’t even want to know.” He jokes and leans in and kisses you gently.

“How’s my hair?” You ask as he pulls back.

He smirks and his eyes twinkle as he runs his hands down your scalp. “Fine. Looks fine. You’re totally good to go.”

You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek. “Alright, see you tonight. Don’t forget to eat.”

“We’ll see. You’ll text me right?” He asks.

You nod and he smiles as he visor goes down and he takes off again.

So you date Tony Stark. Neither of you is well adapted for dating, but in a way, that’s why it works. You can see the weird skewed angle that odd gestures of romance were coming from. When he brought you a gift that was something you had specifically told him you hated, you recognized that when he’d been out and seen it he’d remembered you’d said something about it, just not what. So you’d call him a dork and thank him for thinking of you nonetheless.

Every time he gave you a gift to counteract the awkward feelings you had about him spending money on you, you’d make him an animal out of origami. To begin with, you just made them out of post-it notes you had in the lab. He’d come in and give you a new bracelet, you’d fold him a paper crane out of a pink post-it. The first time you did it, he gave you an incredulous look and asked you what it was for. You just said it was a present. It got to the point that you bought a book of origami paper and were looking up new animals to make on the internet. Each time he gave you something new he’d hold out his hand and you’d just put a little paper animal in it. He kept every single one of them. They littered his lab and occupied shelves in his apartment.

The dates themselves varied wildly. The first one he took you to he flew you to Paris for dinner. The second one you stayed in and cooked for him while you talked tech at a million miles an hour and then made out on the couch for a good hour. You went to laser tag together and to see the opera. It was like neither of you could decide what a date was supposed to be like and you were trying every available option to see what fit.

He took you to a couple of events where it was clear everyone looked at you together and what they saw was ‘Tony Stark back to his old ways dating bimbos again’. On more than one occasion stuffy old men asked if you were a model. Once one even asked you if you were an escort. Rather than be offended you both played it up. Sometimes just going along with it, sometimes overplaying your scientific knowledge leaving the people you were talking to slack-jawed and confused.

Teaming up with Tony to mess with other pretentious people turned out to be your favorite thing to do together.

He did sleep better with you there. Not always right through. He was right, he had some issues. Those issues sometimes meant he woke in the middle of the night gasping for air. What was different was that in the past he’d then get up and try and distract himself with work. Now he would distract himself with you. That distraction might be sex. It might be just talking about anything other than the thing he just had a nightmare about.

The thing that was becoming clear was Tony Stark might be your person. You were in love with him and you were fairly certain that he reciprocated those feelings. Neither of you vocalized that though. Sometimes you thought maybe you should go first. The idea was daunting. He was much older than you. Smarter than you. Richer than you. What if you said the words and you’d been reading this wrong the whole time?

“This collar is so tight. I’m firing my tailor.” Tony complains, tugging on his tie. You both sit in the back of the town car heading to your parent’s home. You and Tony had been together six months and now seemed as good a time as any.

You take his hand in yours and kiss his fingers. “Why are you even wearing a suit?”

“I need to make a good impression.” He half whines.

You laugh loudly. “Yeah, there is nothing you can do to make that happen. They’re gonna hate you.”

He groans and throws his head back. “Just great.”

You cup his jaw and turn his face to yours. He drops his eyes, avoiding eye contact. “Look at me, old man.” You say firmly.

His eyes meet yours and you kiss him.

“Listen. I actually don’t give a shit if they like you. I know they won’t. I like you that’s what’s important. Be you. Fuck if they like you.” You say. You lean in and nuzzle under his jaw. “You get through this, and after I’ll fuck you in the back seat of this car.”

“Well, I do like the sound of that.” Tony purrs.

“Please don’t do that. There’s no barrier.” Happy says from the front seat.

“Happy! Stop spoiling my fun!” You shout.

“You know what’s fun for me? Driving this car without you two going at it in the backseat. You stop spoiling that!” Happy shoots back.

“Okay children. No fighting, please. Father has a headache.” Tony groans leaning back in the seat and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Speaking of fathers. We’re here.” Happy says, pulling the car up to the front of the restaurant you were meeting them at. He gets out of the car and opens the door for Tony. Tony slides out and offers you his hand. You walk into the restaurant your arm hooked around his elbow.

Your parents sit waiting at a table in the middle of the room and as you and Tony walk through the room everyone’s eyes turn to him. They stand when they see him and he greets them by name, shaking your father’s hand and kissing your mother on the cheek. He’s slipped into public persona Tony as seamlessly as he always does.

“Mr. Stark.” Your father says.

“The 2009 Chateau Margaux please, dear,” Tony says to the waitress as he takes his seat and turns to your parents. He opens his mouth to speak again but your father interrupts him.

“Let’s not play games here, Stark. How long are you gonna keep using my daughter for whatever depraved things you use her for?” He says.

“Dad!” You yelp.

“Okay. So we’re getting right into it.” Tony says, cracking his knuckles.

You shake your head. “It’s sex obviously. Why else would he be with a hot piece of ass like this?”

Tony snort laughs and your mother gasps audibly.

Your father, however, decides to ignore your outburst. “I had heard your years of being a playboy were over, Mr. Stark. Now you just run innocent young women off the rails?”

“That’s right. I find that when I throw enough money at them they lose that innocence pretty fast.” Tony replies.

“That’s why I’m with him.” You say. “I just love how he throws money at me for stuff. Man, I put out so fast when that checkbook comes out. Don’t I, honey?” You say, taking Tony’s hand.

“You do, schmoopsy. I love that I have that kind of control over you.” Tony says and rubs his nose against yours.

“It’s so good too because ugh… you have no idea how hard these two pushed me to be the best at everything. Now I don’t even have to worry. I can just be good at sex.” You say.

“You’re very good at it too,” Tony says. “Worth all the money I throw at you.”

You grin. “Aww… see mom. He’s such a romantic.”

You father rolls his eyes. “Okay, we get the point.”

You turn on him. “Do you? Because I brought the man I have been seeing for the past six months to meet you and instead of being polite and trying to get to know him, you made a judgment call based on our age difference and the fact he has money that I am some kind of gold digger and he’s just interested in me because of sex. I’m not an idiot. Neither is he. You might want to remember that.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark if I caused any offense.” Your father says.

Tony grins and puts his arm around you. “None taken. Now, where was that wine?”

The dinner goes slightly better than expected after that. Your parents and Tony will never be close but at least they made polite chit-chat through the meal. You and Tony climb back in the car and you nestle yourself into the crook of his arm.

“Well, we survived.” You say.

Tony doesn’t say anything for a long time and you start to get worried. You look up at him with your brow furrowed. “What is it?”

“You were a trophy to them, right? How well you did at school. The people you were seen with, it reflected back on them.” He says.

You nod. “That’s accurate.”

He leans down and kisses you softly. “You’re a lot like me you know?”

This softer side of Tony is rare. You smile and run your fingers along his jaw. “I would have thought that would mean we wouldn’t get along at all.”

He chuckles and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he looks at you. “Well, I am the textbook definition of narcissist.”

It feels like your heart skips a beat. You take Tony’s hand in yours and you kiss it, looking up into his eyes. “I love you too, Tony.”

// NEXT

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #iron man #iron man fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #smut #genius billionaire playboy philanthropist #those little words

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eddybxnes · 5 years

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isn’t that EDGAR BONES? yeah that is HIM, sitting there at the RAVENCLAW table with those other SEVENTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like MAX IRONS… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees hickeys, well-worn leather jackets, taking long showers, hands on your thighs, an adrenaline rush, highlighted passages in a book, dogeared pages, an overflowing shelf, and whispering secrets. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty AMBITIOUS, RESPECTFUL, and UNPREDICTABLE. apparently they’re a HALF-BLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related.

Basic Info:

Full Name : Edgar Bones

Nicknames : Ed, Eddy, Bones

Age : 18

Date of Birth : November 15th,

Zodiac : Scorpio

Blood Status : Halfblood

Pronouns : He/Him

Orientation : Bisexual

House : Ravenclaw

Pet : A cat called Freckles

Alliance: Order

Headcanons/Bio:

Edgar had a pretty good childhood growing up. Yeah, his parents weren’t around very much but he was always okay with being alone. And he saw the independence as an opportunity to do almost anything he wanted. Mostly that included walking to the local bookstore and spending hours there reading through the new books before walking back home again with a bundle of them under his arm. But, he also took the time to explore and he spent a lot of his time either following his Father to work and wandering around the Ministry or taking a trip to Diagon Alley and hanging out with one of the few friends that he had. He did have his siblings as well but, they were always off doing their own thing it seemed. And he was okay being alone most of the time.

When he got to Hogwarts he wasn’t surprised in the slightest to be sorted into Ravenclaw seeing as he had a love for books and reading. There really wasn’t another house that he would even think he would be in. So right from the offset, he was happy to be at Hogwarts. Though it did take him a while to get used to there being people constantly around him he adjusted quickly and he soon came out of his shell.

Maybe it was to make up for the quiet childhood but as soon as Edgar started to grow more confident the flirtatious side of him came out. He flirted with anyone. And he had no shame in it either. Rather quickly he even realized that it wasn’t just for a laugh when he flirted with the boys. He liked it just as much as he liked flirting with the girls. And he quickly came to the realization that he was bisexual. And he never tried to hide it because, why would he? There are far more important things to be worrying over rather than who he was sleeping with.

Edgar doesn’t so relationships as such. A few dates and that was usually him done. He will break it off with someone as soon as there is a hint of feelings involved. He hasn’t stopped himself to think about why he does this. But, he is just in school after all. He has his whole life ahead of him to settle down with someone. It isn’t because he is afraid of commitment and doesn’t think love is a thing. Not at all.

The war isn’t something Edgar has given much thought until fairly recently. And, really, there isn’t a shadow of a doubt for him that he would be on the side fighting against the Death Eaters. With more and more attacks hitting a lot closer to home he knows that he can’t ignore it anymore. Though he doesn’t know what he can do while he is still at Hogwarts he wants to do something. He can’t just let people go attacked against for, in his opinion, no reason and not do something to fight against it.

Personality Traits:

Lovable arsehole is probably the best way to describe Edgar. He was a bit of a late bloomer socially but my did he make up for it. He is constantly joking around and flirting with anyone and anything that moves and he would rather make a joke of things than take them seriously most of the time. But, he can also be fiercely protective. Deep down he is nothing more than a big softy but he doesn’t want to appear too soft.

He has great ambitions in life and he is determined to see them through. He has his mind set on a job within the Ministry and he is studying hard to make sure that will happen. If you ever find it hard to find Edgar he is more than likely hiding away in a dark corner in the library surrounded by books studying.

Even though he didn’t spend that much time with his parents they did teach him how to be respectful and how to conduct himself and some of those lessons stuck. He won’t be rude to anyone unless it is completely by accident (or if it is 100% justifiable)

He is just an all around nice guy with some commitment issues.

Wanted Connections:

PLATONIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

best friends.

confidants.

ride or die.

childhood friends.

drunk friends, aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk.

secret friends, aka friends who do not hang around in the public eye as their family or friends may not get along.

enemies to friends.

sibling like friends.

platonic soulmates

positive influence.

former lovers to friends.

—— ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS. ❜

flirtationship.

one night stand.

second first kiss, aka the first kiss they head with someone of the same gender.

one sided romance.

friends with benefits.

exes on good terms.

exes on bad terms.

first love.

love / hate.

summer romance.

—— NEGATIVE CONNECTIONS. ❜

enemies.

former (best) friends.

life long enemies, aka two people who have been enemies ever since they remember but have forgotten the reason for their dislike.

frenemies.

share a secret, aka two people who have a giant secret together but are constantly afraid the other will rat them out.

rivals, direct opposition.

negative influence.

mutual jealousy.

—— MISCELLANEOUS. ❜

study buddies.

roommates.

have mutual friends but don’t get along.

participate in after school activities together.

best friend’s family.

friends of a sibling.

#petrificus.intro #{musings/i’ll swallow my blood before i swallow my pride}#come plot with ma boy

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Reader x Mitsunari Ishida - Oblivious

Title: Oblivious

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Mitsunari Ishida

Genre: angst because my blog is lacking angst >:)

Warnings: *cackles*, minor route spoilers

Intended Gender Audience: Female audience

Word Count: 1510 words

Other comments: okay so i did some research, historical mitsunari died in 1600 and shakespeare’s romeo and juliet was published in 1597, for the sake of the story, let’s say he managed to get his hands on a copy

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

You place the tray in front of Mitsunari and wait for him to see the food you’ve prepared especially for him. A few minutes crawl by, and you remain unnoticed. Even when you tap Mitsunari’s hand (which is holding the large book), he does not give you his attention. Laughing softly, you start to pry the book from his hands, and he finally looks up with wide eyes.

He must have thought you were another warlord, because a whine presses between his lips only to disapparate when he sees you. “Oh… (Y/n). Apologies, I did not see you there.”

“I know,” you giggle. “I brought you food though. You should eat something.”

Mitsunari actually closes his book for a moment to examine the food on the tray. “Hm… this is very interesting though… I don’t suppose I could convince you to allow me to finish this chapter before I eat?”

Raising an eyebrow, you inquire, “How many more pages left of the chapter?”

“Well..” he starts, “just a hundred since this book doesn’t actually have chapters.”

“A hundred?!”

He pleads with you. “It’s so interesting though! I never considered using-”

You yoink the book from his hands and hold it tight to your chest. “Eat. Now.”

Mitsunari gives you a gentle smile and proceeds to take a dumpling.

❤️ ❤️ 💔

Mitsunari is sitting on a bench, engrossed in another book. Hadn’t you seen him holding a completely different novel just an hour ago? That one was at least a few hundred pages long, but he finished it?

You take a seat next to him, and this time, he tips his head up to meet your gaze. “Hello, (Y/n). How are you?”

“I am well, thank you. What book are you reading?”

His eyes light up. “Ah! You see this is a very exciting account of the history of weapons in a very small village that became one of the biggest hubs for trade. The book goes into great detail about how they spent years mining the metal, and once they had a large enough supply, they started mass producing swords.”

You nod your head. “Sounds interesting. Weren’t you reading something else earlier?”

Mitsunari scoffs. “That book was the worst thing I had ever read,” he complains.

“Did you… really just say that about a book?!”

“It was a story of two children lovers, but then they can’t have one another because of their family’s feud.” He sets his book down to face you. “They end up getting married, but then they kill themselves. So unrealistic and dramatic. I’d much rather read things that are useful in life.” Mitsunari pinches the bridge of his nose. “And this all happens within a few days!”

You laugh, realizing he was referring to Romeo and Juliet. “I don’t know.. It is sad, but it has some resemblance of love and romance. I mean, they did die for each other...”

“I do not believe in such trivial things.”

Furrowing your brows, you incline your head to the side slightly. “You don’t believe in love?”

“Soul mates,” he replies rather sharply. “The only love one would need is a love for knowledge. Knowledge is power and allows you to expand your horizons.”

You fumble with a string hanging off the edge of your kimono. “I suppose…” you agree softly, to embarrassed to say anything more.

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Nobunaga calls all of the warlords to an emergency meeting. You rush into the room and take a seat next to Mitsunari.

“War has officially been declared, so we march tomorrow,” Nobunaga announced solemnly. “Mitsunari, you and Hideyoshi will leave at first light and travel to the front lines as quickly as possible. Take as many men as possible to hold them off from reaching the villages.”

He continues to give out orders, and no one opposes him.

“Nobunaga?” you ask with a soft voice. He turns to you, his eyes cold and glazed over. “May I help? I’ve been working on some basic medical training, and I could hel-”

“The front lines are no place for a woman,” Mitsunari interjects. “As much as we’ve come to value you, you may not come with us.”

You’re rather surprised by his abruptness. Usually Ieyasu would have scolded you for suggesting something like that, but you chalk it up to everyone being on edge because of the war. You let your head fall down between your shoulders. Your hair brushes forward in an attempt to hide the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes.

“Come now, lass,” Masamune says, putting a hand on your shoulder, “I’m sure you can travel to one of the bases. If the soldiers see you there, it will boost moral and help!”

Hideyoshi opens his mouth to protest, but then he finds truth in Masamune’s words. “Indeed… and there would be no need for you to travel directly to the front lines. Furthermore, perhaps it wouldn’t be the best idea to leave her alone in the palace. There is a risk that a recon team will come to capture it while we are away.” Mitsunari does not look happy, but Nobunaga has the final say: you will go to the camp.

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You tend to the wounded in one of the secure camps. People rotate in and out of your care, allowing you to help them with arrow nicks and minor scrapes. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you tighten a bandage on a soldier’s arm before sending them off to rest.

When a horse rides furiously into the camp, you’re surprised to see Hideyoshi calling men to follow him. He barks commands, and everyone scrambles around to gather their weapons.

You run up to him and demand to know what is happening.

“Mitsunari is having trouble at the front. They had more numbers than we initially estimated. Stay here and help get as many into fighting shape as possible,” he tells you before turning his horse in the other direction.

Your heart sinks at the thought that Mitsunari might be in trouble. From the corner of your eyes, you can see a horse tied to a post. In the spur of the moment, you bolt towards it and hoist yourself up over the saddle. Grabbing the reins, you lurch forward, galloping out of the camp at high speeds. Soldiers shout at you as you whirr past them, but you’re not listening because you’re set on seeing Mitsunari.

It doesn’t take long before the number of bodies you see littered on the ground increases. Blood covers the ground an ugly red-black color, and you hear shouts and metal clanging.

Pushing forward, you reach the supposed ‘front lines’. Scouring the battlefield, your eyes finally land on Mitsunari. He deftly slices through opponents while dodging other attacks. Compared to the bookworm he was at home… he is completely now.

Mitsunari is focused on the person directly in front of him, just as he would be a book. Likely, it helped him focus, but his senses failed him as he did not see the archer in the tree behind him.

Jumping into action, you barrel down to his side, your horse pushing his out of the way as an arrow flies past your head. The force of the horses colliding sends the both of you off and into the dusty ground.

“(Y/n)?! What-What are you doing here?”

You pant heavily and push his sword arm up, blocking an attacker. Mitsunari takes charge, spinning around gracefully to run his blade through a soft spot in their armor. The man crumbles to the ground, seething in pain.

Mitsunari turns back ground to you, wearing the most intimidating expression you’ve ever seen. “You must go back.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

You look down slightly, but take a step closer to him. Mitsunari is about to say something, but you throw your arms around his neck and jump into his arms.

He’s taken aback by this action and wraps his arms around you to hold you.

“Mitsunari…”

You start to slip from his grip, so he holds you and pulls you behind a tree for cover.

“(Y/n), you’re much more strange than I thought.”

But Mitsunari doesn’t hear a response. He looks down at you, but realizes that you threw yourself at him to catch an arrow instead of it going through his chest.

He chokes on his breath and lowers you to the ground, examining your wound. Tears prickle in his eyes without him realizing it. The arrow had gone through your lungs, and Mitsunari had read enough books to know you… were dead.

Mitsunari strokes your cold cheek when Hideyoshi arrives with reinforcements. He tries to talk to Mitsunari, but he’s completely zoned out, running his fingers through your hair and down your arms, searching for a lingering flicker of warmth.

Bringing you up his chest, he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Died for one another, right? Is that what you said about that book? I wasn’t even listening…”

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