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depresssant · 2 months ago

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Shades of Cool

NEGLECTFUL!PLATONIC!YAN!batfam x GN!reader

synopsis : growing up with a shit mom and constant step-dads and mom's boyfriends, your view on life has grown pretty bleak. you just want to die, since it doesn't seem to get better than this. things can't get any worse, can they?

wsp guys. it's been pretty long, huh?... OK IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IT QUICKLY. here, damn 🙄. anyways, i hope yall enjoy n im glad u guys liked the first chapter. lets just hope this one lives up to yalls expectations 😭. follow me and repost this if u want a chapter three. also I NEED SOMEONE TO EDUCATE ME ABOUT SUNDAY FROM HSR BC I WANNA WRITE FICS ABOUT HIM SO BAD SO PLS SOMEONE EDUCATE ME N ALSO IF U KNOW LOVE AND DEEP SPACE??? PLS HIT ME UP AND EXPLAIN THIS LORE BC I WANNA WRITE YANDERE FICS FOR THEM SO BAD

“Why are balls called balls when testicles sounds hella fancier?”

At your friend’s bizarre question, the face of your other friend, Zarian, twinges in disgust. “Jayelene… why do you feel the need to put that out there?”

You huff in amusement, focusing on your pizza before what Jaylene says ruins your entire mood.

“I’m just saying! Testicles just seems more appropriate⏤the type of fancy shit drake and his family would say.”

Tim Drake Wayne…

Dinner with him and his freak-a-zoid family was like trying to make it past no-man’s land without any help to shield you from the straight up chilling vibes they gave off with their constant comments about bat facts. Bats. The atmosphere during the entire time you spent there was dreadful and quite literally heavy since Tim's youngest little brother wanted to sneak stares at you as if you wouldn’t notice his bug-looking eyes creeping into your soul.

Rich people really are weird, huh?

The Wayne family is nothing like how you expected them to be. They’re supposed to be cold, mysterious, and irresistibly enchanting, but all you’ve got are creepy vibes and a strong urge to stay away from them as much as possible. From the way Mr. Wayne made that weird comment about your father in the limo to how forcibly happy Richard or “Dick” was with you, you’ve come to an understanding that rich people are complete lunatics.

The Wayne family is full of a bunch of lunatics.

And you’re not afraid to voice that.

“There you go again,” Jaylene sighs when she notices the irritated expression on your face. “It’s never that serious, [Name]. You just hate everyone.”

“No, you don't get it! They were creepy as hell! Like… Like bats in dark caves coming at you all at once. They talk funny, they look funny⏤they act funny! What normal man name drops your mother’s name after knowing each other for about thirty minutes?”

Zarian huffs in amusement. “That’s the creepy part. How does Mr. Wayne know your name?”

“I dont know.” You run your fingers through your hair and lean back against the booth seat. “I don't want anything to do with them. Billionaire or not, how the hell does he know my mother’s name.”

It was perhaps towards the end of your stay at the Wayne’s manor for dinner, and you knew you had to go home, so you had largely hinted at leaving to Drake. Everything had gotten wrapped up, but when you were just about to leave, Mr. Wayne had told you, “make sure to tell [M/n] I said hi.”

You could only stare at him in shock as your body carried along, because how does a man as famous and wealthy as bruce wayne know your mother⏤your mother? He’s the chief executive officer of Wayne Enterprises yet mentions your mother?

That moment alone is enough to wave every red flag in your brain that screams at you, telling you something is up with these shady people. The only question is what? What can a billionaire possibly want from you? Out of everything the world has to offer, the most influential billionaire in America wants to target some meager high school kid?

What do these people want from you? Is it a rich people thing to play around with those below you? Well, you guess it probably is. Like, is Mr. Wayne gonna pop out with his soulless eyes and say, ‘you’re my long lost child?’ or something?

You still don’t know why you’re being a goat stuffed before slaughtering. These people want something from you, but you? You’ve got nothing to offer that they could want. Why the hell do they even bother? If there's one thing you really hate, it’s being left in the dark like this. Not knowing is terrifying. It's dangerous. Not knowing means not being prepared, and if you’re not prepared, you won’t make it out. Damn it, you should’ve booked it the moment Mr. Wayne mentioned your father in the limo. Movies and shows always display rich people as eccentric and psychopathic weirdos, and now you’re finally believing it.

Damn it.

You’re in danger. Okay.

Maybe that’s an exaggeration. But maybe it’s not.

You’ve watched enough true crime and have enough intuition and trust in your gut to know when something is wrong.

It’s not adding up.

You’re not dumb. You see all the warnings there, but what if you're exaggerating. What if this is just the nature of the Waynes, and you think you’re special enough to be noticed by them? Mr. Wayne is a damn billionaire! He’s got the money to do whatever he wants, so it’s only natural for him to do a background check on everybody that interacts with his sons, right?

It’s all in your head… It’s all in your head.

Sighing, you stare at the plate of food in front of you, appetite long gone. Still, you grab a fork and continue to eat as Zarian and Jaylene scream back and forth next to you. Drake, who had accompanied the three of you to the diner after practice, has left, thankfully. He left as soon as his food arrived while talking about some family emergency, and honestly, you’re pretty damn grateful for that.

Ever since dinner at his house, he’s surrounded you like a pillow smothering you, and you can’t do anything about it. He’s a billionaire’s son, for fuck’s sake.

It doesn’t take long for you and your friends to finish up, and you all part ways at the door of the diner before you clutch the straps of your backpack and walk around the city endlessly. This is a habit for you now⏤a way to put off going home as much as possible ever since you found out your mother’s boyfriend doesn’t come home until one or two in the morning.

That balding, ugly, sleazy piece of shit.

He’s as gross as every other man your mother’s brought home under the terribly veiled illusion that he’ll provide her a good life and treat her right. No matter how many times you try to tell that blind bitc�� No. It's wrong. It’s not your mother’s fault.

But it sometimes feels like that, though.

Most mother’s destroy their own lives for their children, yet yours cannot even think about leaving the man that beats her child on a daily. Those types of mothers leave their spouses the second they see something wrong, while your mother treats those finger-print bruises around your neck like a necklace instead of abuse.

You’ve given up on her. You gave up on her back when you were eleven years old locked in a room with her boyfriend, and she didn’t listen. Or when you were twelve. Or thirteen. Or fourteen. Or fifteen. Or sixteen. Or seventeen. And now eighteen.

And each day feels like a repetition of the same. Wake up, go to school, practice, walk around, go home, get beat, and sleep like none of it all happens. It’s a routine you despise with every fiber of your being⏤makes you wanna jump over Gotham City Bridge before thinking about returning home because who would want to? Who wants this average life?

A life where you’re not happy enough, not sad enough. Not good enough, not bad enough. Not energized enough, not tired enough. You feel like a survivor of a plane crash floating on a raft at the center of the endless ocean with no way out. Everything just seems so vast, wide, and unreachable. How can you find the shore on a simple raft? How can you find a way out of inescapable misery if it’s not by drowning?

You’ve been waiting to find the shore, but it’s been a whole eighteen years since you’ve found yourself floating along the ocean.

That whole “it’ll get better” shit is a tragic lie.

Whatever.

It doesn’t matter⏤not anymore, at least. You’re going to get far away from this place and never look back. Never have to relieve this wretched city. Never have to be confined by chains again. You’ve only a few months left before you’re free.

Until then, you’ll have to be patient and go home because the sun has fully disappeared.

Nothing but satellites twinkle in the disgustingly polluted sky of Gotham City, and the streets have come to a staggering halt as you stroll about the sidewalks, trying to find the longest path to get home. One in the morning is always the perfect time in Gotham because it’s too late and too early to be outside, so it’s generally safe for a walk.

Of course, the universe likes to prove you wrong at every point.

The sound of a thud followed by a pained groan behind you has your legs locked and ready to run with your brain screaming alerts, but you take a deep breath and turn around. How bad can it get, anyways? The sight before you surprised you nonetheless. It’s… Nightwing, a Bludhaven hero, here in Gotham, just randomly popping up behind you?

With clear bleeding cuts and sprouting bruises across his body.

In the random alley you just happen to be in?

No. You’re looking into it too much.

His eyes lock onto and they make you freeze right then and there like he’s cast some spell upon you. But that’s for a cold, brief second before you’re hooking your thumbs under the straps of your backpacks and turning around hot on your heels, refusing to spare him a single second.

You even hear him murmur a strained, “wait,” but you don't care.

It’s rude, mean, cruel, and it’s also none of your business. All you simply do is walk ahead to your approaching doom with an pit of unease and bitter understanding of your helplessness in your stomach. You can already feel the soon-to-be new bruises blooming along your back.

You’re not a good person.

But, really, who is?

Smoking really does skill.

But now you know why people do it.

Each drag is more out of necessity than it is a choice ever since you’ve met your friend’s plug at the dumb age of sixteen, but it's a way to dull the harsh truth of reality. The world just fades into nothing but muted and mixed colors like the loud city underneath your balcony it blurs into a faint hum the longer you stare at the spiral puffs of smoke that disappear into the air.

Everything’s bitter⏤the joint and you.

Really bitter at the blood semi-dried on your face and the dull ache along your back.

You’ve got about an hour and a half until you have to head out to school, so what other way is there to spend it than smoking away your brain? The joint’s a temporary escape, but it helps you stall whatever new feeling of despair you’ll feel for the day. Until you’re interrupted by your phone buzzing⏤the sound still a dull hum in your ears

“... Hello?”

“[Name]!”

Zarian’s voice?

“Where the hell are you? Hurry up and get to school or else you’re gonna get in trouble for not helping to set up the club fair, and coach will be on our ass! And don't forget to bring money for the tickets!”

Coach?... Club fair?... Club fair! Holy shit!

Your eyes shoot open, and you frantically scramble up, tossing the joint over the balcony railing before hectically staggering through the living room like a drunk man. Damn it, how could you be so clueless and forget such an important event? Especially one you need money for! Damn it⏤damnit! What do you do?

… Mom! She’s got a box of money somewhere in her closet, right? You’ve seen it before! It's just twenty dollars, and she wont notice. Okay… Okay. You’re quick to get ready. You wash away all the blood that’s dried on your face, brush your teeth, and change into baggy jeans and a clean shirt before storming into your mother’s bedroom and rummaging through her things.

She’s off at work. Her bastard boyfriend doesn't come home until late at night, which means he’s probably already taken money for the day. Okay. That's fine. They won't notice.

But you can't find anything! What the hell? Where is that fucking box? You could’ve sworn it was there on the top shelf last night, but as you swipe your hands across everything on the shelf, you can’t find it. All of a sudden, something made of wood hits the top of your head and falls to the ground with a crack. You hiss, palm moving to cover where you got hit, but your eyes land on the box that now has money strewn all across the floor and a broken… false bottom?

What the fuck.

You pull away at the rest of the false bottom to only be met with countless photos of you as a child with your mother. Mom’s shit boyfriend had all the family photos taken down for some weird reason, so they’ve been here this entire time? All of these photos are full of you throughout every stage of your life, but some have different people in them as well. Their faces are either scratched out or they’re ripped out of the photo entirely.

From what you can gather, the figures are a man and what seems to be a teenage boy. The absurdity and even slight creepiness of the scratched out faces has you laughing, yet even with your now dulled senses, your eyes land on a photo you failed to notice earlier. Maybe you’re hallucinating. There must be something wrong with your brain. Or your eyes. The universe must be playing with you because is that a photo of you and a teenage-looking dick grayson?

Your eyes widen because it looks just like the strange man you had the unfortunate opportunity of having a conversation with during dinner with the Waynes. It’s him! More importantly, why the hell is he holding a ‘three year old’ you’s hand? You probably should be screaming. Yelling. Maybe panicking? But all you can do is shuffle through the rest of the box before your fingers graze against something metal that has your heart jumping.

It’s a small camera.

With a bat engraved on its side.

Ears ringing so loudly in your head you can't even think, you wipe your teary and red eyes hastily before grabbing a twenty dollar bill, putting everything except for the photo and camera in the box, set it back on the closet shelf, and hastily grab your backpack before making way to school.

The second you reach the damned place, you seek out your now three friends and drop into a seat with a heavy thud, sighing and meeting Tim's eyes with a burning gaze.

“You mean to tell me [Name] found the camera? And you decided to tell me after school?”

Time Drake Wayne sighs and runs his fingers through his black hair, shrugging apathetically while scrolling through every photo in his phone that he’s taken of you during the club fair. His brother, Richard, is pacing throughout his room anxiously as he rambles off about their latest fuckup.

“Look, Bruce doesn't let any slip ups happen,” Tim murmurs in exasperation. “He wouldn't let this happen because [Name]’s mom and him talked this morning. Relax, he probably knows.”

It's not a lot, but it’s enough to calm Richard down. The man takes a deep breath but finds himself sitting down next to Tim, trying to get a good look at the pictures. “How mad was [Name]?”

“High, for starters, but clearly pissed off. Very observant, too.”

“Don’t tell anyone else. Not until Bruce gives us the okay.”

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karinasbaby · 1 year ago

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SIM JAEYUN — HARD THOUGHT!

(about to complete the hyung line hard thoughts)

part 2

pairing: jake x fem!reader (+17)

warnings: multiple rounds, overstimulation, marking, breeding, making out, sex toys, praise !!, oral (f), humping?, cursing, pet names (angel/baby/sweet girl/good girl/doll), jake is a softie and he’s a sucker for good pussy

wc: 3.9k (“hard thought” funny isn’t it)

A/N: i found some time today to quickly share this though i wrote on a whim so enjoy !! <3

picture this with me, jake who’s so obsessed with overstimulation. he loves seeing your body shaking under him and your pretty pleas begging him to stop knowing well if he stopped or even lifted his body away from yours you would whine and beg for him to come back :( jake loves overstimulating you to the point where your eyes roll back, your back arching against his chest and moans and pants of his name are the only things that are leaving your mouth, he loves it.

jake also loves overstimulating himself just as much as he does to you, always taking everything multiple steps further by fucking you load after load to the point where a mixture of your cum with his is running down your thighs, both your bodies dripping with sweat, both of you panting and so sensitive, he loves it when your body shakes with his every movement and the feeling of your cunt twitching around him, and he always knows how to fuck you into a dumb doll

just like how you knew it was going to happen today the moment jake suggested you to use his favourite mini vibrator that he got, the mini device was now buzzing in between your walls while you tried your best to answer your friend’s question,

your mind felt like it was reeling when the vibrator’s setting was slightly pushed up, you couldn’t turn your head to look at jake who was already staring at you with a dark look in his eyes along with his smile, you were afraid you’d moan if you faced him with how turned on you were,

stuttering out your response, jake’s hand wrapped around your waist in a possessive manner causing a shiver to descend down your body, jake’s head dipped low to graze your ear with his lips

“good job doll, i’m so proud of you.”

he whispered smiling at you with his eyes twinkling, “gonna treat you so well when we get home”

and he didn’t lie.

because right now jake had you laying against the couch while he was on his knees infront of you, lifting up your skirt lightly to reveal your soaked pretty lace panties, his hands gripped your thighs to keep them in place as he smelled you, “so good angel, such a good girl for me” his praises went straight to your neglected clit that was throbbing, you moaned at jake’s words, the mixture of his praises along with the subtle vibration of the device nestled deep in your walls was too much,

you were already blushing and panting for breaths when jake’s tongue ran along your clothed dripping slit from your panties, jake’s nose rubbed against your clit perfectly as he started sucking at your entrance, whimpering at the feeling of his mouth finally edging you closer to your climax that’s been on hold for hours, jake went upwards to suck on your clit through the wet area in your panties, softly nibbling before running his tongue in circular motions that had you squeaking his name out,

“such a perfect little cunt” jake whispered, his breath hitting your soaked panties made you dizzy, already feeling overstimulated when you haven’t even had your first orgasm of the night, you felt how jake’s hands were softly massaging your thighs that he placed on his shoulders before they left to rip your panties apart,

gasping at the feeling of jake’s cold hands finally touching your core with no restriction, he lowered down to place a small kiss on your clit, before he trailed down to run his tongue along you folds, teasing with sliding his tip into your leaking entrance then coming up to softly suckle on your clit like a lollipop, his actions had your back arching as you felt yourself even closer to your orgasm, the vibrations continuing with jake’s actions, each movement felt like electricity shooting up your spine,

“jake please- i need you” managing to moan out, jake looked up at you and the sight made his fingers dig into your thighs, you were so fucked out already, the sight of your hair sticking to your temples and forehead, of your blushing face panting with your eyes closed had jake feeling a massive amount of restriction in his pants,

“you’ll have me in no time, doll” he replied, returning to your aching core as he slid his tongue inside of you completely, fucking you with the muscle when he felt the way your walls were convulsing and spasming from the vibrations along with his ministrations, your hand went to grip on his hair when you felt his tongue licking at your walls, moans falling off of your mouth desperately as you felt your climax approaching, your orgasm being right around the corner as jake moaned into your cunt “cum for me, darling”

and you did, you did so hard as your legs shook in his hold, the vibrations still running throughout your walls, tongue collecting all of your sweet essence as it dripped out, licking your sweet nectar like a kitten, his eyes were closed as he got drunk on your taste coating his tongue,

jake almost moaned at your flavour, so sweet.

his grip on your thighs tightened as he came upwards, welcoming the sight of you panting with your swollen lips open and your eyes closed, your chest was already glistening with a thin layer of sweat as your legs shook under his touch, the vibrator was still sitting between your walls snugly, overstimulating you as jake was leaning down to press kisses on your exposed neck and chest

“t’s too m-much, jakey” you whined out, your hips involuntarily bucking in his hold making him move his hands to your waist, you were shaking in his hold as he looked at you with stars in his eyes

“just a bit more, my sweet girl” he replied, before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours making both of you moan, his tongue running along your bottom lip before sucking on it roughly, you whimpered at his bites on your lip before he slid his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself all over him,

jake quickly fixed your position, making you lay against the couch as he settled himself between your legs, his bulge that was throbbing in his pants landing directly on your soaked cunt, moaning out at the feeling of jake slowly grinding his hips against yours, his bulge was rubbing against your clit so perfectly it made tears prickle around your eyes,

in the blink of an eye jake got up to discard his pants along with his boxers before he leaned down to take off your top along with your bra and slid off your skirt, instantly rendering you both naked on the couch, his aching length came to view standing tall and proud, his tip a raging red as precum ran down the underside of his cock, jake quickly placed himself back between your legs, his cock landing against your aching cunt this time making you both moan as jake felt just how wet and warm you were,

jake busied himself with leaving open mouthed sloppy kisses, sucking on your skin every once and a while as his length rubbed against your dripping walls, you were whimpering in his hold, your back arching with every grind of his hips against yours, jake leaned down his weight against your body, his hand trailing upwards to softly massage your breast, “such a good girl for me, you feel so good, baby” jake groaned out next to your ear,

you were already whimpering and gasping at the feeling of his length running in between your soaked walls and pressing against your clit so deliciously, the vibrations from the device ongoing as jake picked up the pace of his hips,

his precum was by now dripping and landing on your lower stomach, his cock was rubbing against you in a fastened pace making both of you whimper, your hands landed on his biceps for support as you felt your second high approaching quicker,

“you close, baby?” jake asked, his own moans leaving his mouth shamelessly as he came up to look at your form and gosh the sight was godly,

jake was biting on his swollen lower lip, allowing it to develop a reddish hue that matched the blush coating his cheeks, his dark hair sticking onto his forehead as his darkened, hooded eyes devoured you with his hungry stare,

you nodded as you moaned while looking at him, jake noticing the needy look in your hazy eyes dipped his head forward to capture your lips against his again, he was more gentle in this kiss as his hips slowed down slightly, his tongue was sloppily running against yours as drool began coating your chins,

you whined at the feeling of jake stopping his movements completely, leaving his cock to rest against your cunt making him chuckle,

“a little patience, angel” he spoke out before he leaned away from you, taking his body away from yours

jake’s hand trailed downwards, landing between your folds before his fingers entered your leaking entrance, you gasped at the feeling of his fingers entering you so slowly, before reaching the small device and pulling it out gently,

“fuck” jake cursed as he looked at the soaked device covered in a thick layer of your arousal, it was like something inside of him snapped because he quickly discarded the device, aligned himself with your entrance and pushed his entire length in your dripping, welcoming walls in one thrust, leaning his weight down against your body again,

both of you moaned out loud at the feeling of him bottoming out, his length stretching you so deliciously and pressing against all of your sweet spots perfectly, jake was instantly in heaven at the way your convulsing, warm and wet walls hugged his raging length,

jake’s mouth coming into contact with your breast as he softly placed kisses all over your skin while his other hand toyed with your other breast, his hips were pressed against yours as he relished in the feeling of you cunt wrapped around his length, your arms came upwards to wrap around his neck while your legs wrapped about his waist, deepening his thrust into you,

it was moments like these that jake adored completely, wishing he could pause time and live in this moment for eternity, the comfort of feeling you all over him and under him was an unmatched feeling for him, he always felt like your bodies became one in these times, cherishing each one of your moans at the feeling of him against you as he marked you entirely,

his hips began moving in slow, deep thrusts you bit down on your lip to seal your moans at the feeling of his tip ghosting around your cervix before gently pressing against it and staying there, then slowly pulling back before thrusting in,

the feeling of jake being so deep with his cock inside of you while he toyed with your sensitive breasts, kissing the skin under his lips every moment was enough to have your eyes covering with a thick layer of tears, the weight of him on yours as he pleases your body always made your heart soar, the feeling of his touch on you was imprinted and marked in your mind, every touch of his hand and finger left a burning sensation on your skin,

“you feel so good around me, darling” jake moaned out, one thing he loved was to make sure you knew how good you felt and how good you were being for him, he’ll always take pride in the way you’re being such a good little girl.

“taking me in so well fuck- your pussy is sucking me in so well, baby” he groaned, closing his eyes as he felt the tightening of your walls, you were moaning out his name by now as he quickened his pace, he began to piston his hips against yours, pulling his length out completely to stare at your dripping hole before pushing it back in entirely to press against your cervix, you moaned loudly as he reached impossibly deeper with every thrust,

“pussy’s milking me- god- you feel so fucking good, doll” jake growled, his hands trailing to grip on your legs that were wrapped around his waist, unraveling them quickly before he placed them on his shoulders,

“jake- oh my god-“ you cried out at the sudden change in position as jake by now was pressing against you completely, his length reaching deeper in the new placement making his eyes roll back as he panted, your head was thrown back when you felt his hips pulling back only to roughly push back in again, your lower stomach was on fire as you felt your second approaching orgasm making you tighten impossibly around jake,

jake groaned out at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his length as he fucked you deep, “gonna cum for me, angel? yeah?” he spoke through gritted teeth, his pace quickening with every word, sweat by now was freely dripping both of your bodies as you were being fucked against your couch like a rag doll, your hands were gripping from jake’s shoulders to his biceps just to anchor yourself as your body couldn’t keep up with his animalistic pace,

“gonna fuck you so deep, baby. fuck you and stuff you so deep of my cum, you’d let me wont you baby, yeah?” jake continued, his babbling indicating that he’s close as well, his own cock was twitching between your walls as you nodded wordlessly at his words, aiming to catch your breath as mewls left your throat, the coil in your stomach tightening making you see completely white,

jake felt the way your walls were convulsing around him, knowing that you’re right on the edge he sneaked his hand below you, your moans ringing in his ears as they instantly picked up in pitch the moment his thumb landed on your aching clit,

“jake- oh my god i’m s-so close ! so c-close baby please please !” you started begging for him, jake panting as he began to move his thumb in circular motions while his length pistoned in and out of you, when you felt the relief of your orgasm washing over you your eyes rolled back, back arching as you struggled to keep your noises, whimpering out his name while your hands clawed at his shoulders, jake took in the sight of your head thrown back in pure bliss with his own eyes hooded and mouth agape, the feeling of your cunt spasming around him was euphoric, pushing him closer to his climax as jake held tightly on your thighs,

“j-jake- it’s t-too much-“ your broken mewls were like music to jake’s ears, he felt how you nails were clawing at him in hopes of stopping him but he was too distracted by the way your pussy was sucking him in so deep, looking down to see where you two were connected to find a ring of your creamy arousal decorating his base made him lose his mind, his thrusts became stronger and deeper as he was almost smashing his hips against yours, your throat gave up on you as now only your whimpers and gasps were sounding around the bedroom when you felt another climax approaching,

“your pussy’s milking me baby, how do you want me to stop when you’re sucking me in like this?” jake growled out, his thrusts never faltering and he didn’t take his eyes off of you, you were glowing beneath his eyes as he took in the sight of you, your chest covered with his marks heaving in breaths, your breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts while you had your head thrown to the side attempting to regulate your breathing,

with jake’s continuous thrusts you felt the tightening returning to your lower stomach, jake’s pace never slowed it only quickened in a mindblowing way making you feel like your head is reeling, all thoughts of stopping disappearing as your nails were still attached on his arms while he was moaning loud at the feeling of his approaching climax,

“i’m gonna cum so deep in you, angel” he breathed out, lowering himself to press his forehead against yours, his eyes were closed as he felt his orgasm nearing closer, your walls tightening at his words, hugging his length tightly when you whispered “fill me up, please jakey” to his lips which was enough to send him over the edge, with a few more thrusts his tip was pressed against your cervix as he came deep inside of you just like he had promised, with his shaky and loud moans, you quickly slid off your shaking legs from his shoulders to wrap around his waist tightly, jake’s weight fell on top of yours while you hugged him, kissing his lips and swallowing his moans as his milky white ropes filled you up,

“making me feel so good, jakey” you spoke between kisses, jake’s breaths hitching at your words as his lips involuntarily bucked against yours to ride out his high, being buried deep inside of you jake looked at you with shining eyes, wordlessly he dipped down to place gentle kisses on your collarbones before you felt his cock twitching in you again, “you can handle another one, can’t you angel?” he spoke, lips muffled slightly by your skin as your heartbeat raced, his cock already impossibly hard and aching inside of you while jake was kissing between the valley of your breasts,

“j-jake please-“ you cried out when you felt him moving again, his hips slowly pulling out before thrusting back in, your head was reeling with your soreness and over sensitivity, you were shuddering with every one of his touch against your skin, “please what angel? want me to stop?” he replied, already pulling his body off of yours in attempt to stop, eyes filled with faux concern as he took in the new tears decorating your face, his heart skipping a beat when your hands gripped onto his shoulders to keep him in place

“no! n-no please don’t s-stop” you stuttered out, eyes closing as you moaned when he pushed himself back in the smirk on his face going unnoticed, jake set up a quick pace, ignoring the shaking in his legs and yours as he was focused on the way your convulsing walls were hugging him, “gonna take my cum again, baby?” he spoke out, trailing kisses against your jaw softly as his own over sensitivity was taking a toll on him, his body shook with every thrust, the way you were wrapped around him was almost painful but he loved every second of it, especially if he got to see your tear stricken face nodding at his words while you held back sobs,

jake felt his climax approaching yet again, quickening his thrusts with his entire body twitching, each thrust’s force felt like electricity raking up his spine, his mind was foggy with lust and love while you were sobbing out his name, you felt your orgasm around the corner faster than you were expecting,

“gonna cum for me again, angel? hm?” he moaned out, throwing his head back as he was losing his mind, the wet squelching sound resonating in the walls of the living room as his cock sank in deeper into your cunt, a puddle of arousal had formed beneath your ass “y-yes- oh my god yes!” you cried out, with a few more of jake’s thrusts your orgasm washed over you for the third time, your body was by now completely shaking in jake’s hold as he continued, riding out your high as his felt impossibly closer, “doing so well for me, doll. taking me in so fucking well,” jake moaned out, his hands landing to grip on your waist as he thrusted in before coating your insides with a warning, you sighed softly as he settled into your arms, the feeling of his white ropes shooting deep into you for the second time was comforting as jake lazily kissed at your neck while whimpering against your skin,

with his arms wrapped around your waist, you closed your eyes in attempt to calm your raging heartbeat, jake rested his head against your chest while collecting his own breath, the comforting silence that lasted a few minutes shared between the two of you was completely broken with you gasping out loudly when you felt jake moving once again, “just one more time angel hm? just one baby” he whispered as he trailed kisses on your neck, his own breath heavy as he stared at you with his eyes hooded, he looked completely drunk,

you couldn’t even respond as you only shook your head, your back arching into his touch when he thrusted in, quivering in his hold as he looked at you with his own eyes tearing up at the overstimulation, your body felt like it was on fire between his arms, jake’s moans were louder than yours as you’ve lost your voice completely, eyes closing to process the overwhelming sensation of his rock hard cock ruining you for the third time tonight,

“just one more baby, only one i promise” he begged, his head landing in the crook of your neck as he trailed kisses and bites to silence himself, your body was twitching in his hands as his hips accelerated against your own, hoarse moans leaving your throat when you felt your body’s oncoming orgasm that you couldn’t even process

“please angel, you feel so fucking good- oh my god.” he moaned out when he felt your hands attempting to push him away with no force, your walls were uncontrollably pulsating against his length making him gasp out, rolling his eyes back when he felt his climax approaching yet again, you were breathing heavily, whimpers leaving your mouth when you felt his hand going lower to land on your clit again, “p-please angel just one more, please i need it” he stuttered out, whining and attempting to coax your orgasm out of you as he had grown to the feeling of your tightening walls when he felt you climax on his cock, it was so addicting to him, he had to feel it again,

“j-jakey i cant-“ your climax was building up scarily fast for your liking, you were sure you were going to pass out the moment he’s done and satisfied, but your mind currently couldn’t process all the sensations he was overwhelming you with, his finger lazily rubbing on your aching clit while his tip was kissing against your cervix along with his lips biting and licking on your neck and jaw,

“yes you can, baby please i- i need to feel it angel come on for the last time angel, please” he whimpered out, sucking a deep breath in when you felt your moans picking up in pitch till ecstasy filled all your senses, electricity shooting up your veins as your back arched against his hold, jake quickly wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as your body fell apart in his arms again, your mouth was open in a silent scream as your orgasm took over your body, your senses were completely clouded by him, with only the image of him on your mind and his name falling from your mouth as whispers, the feeling of your walls contracting around his aching length as he literally felt a surge of your wetness, he felt your orgasm that pushed him over the edge once again, painting your insides white as his eyes rolled back and his body trembled against yours,

and the feeling of his load shooting deep inside of you mixed with your own climax was enough to have to you to pass out in his hold, jake’s breaths were shaky as he tried to process all that had just happened, smiling softly when he noticed your eyes closed and your tear stricken, blushing face sleeping.

A/N pt2: proof read this while eating skittles so if u see a typo pls ignore <3

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #jake sim #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun x reader #jaeyun x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #sim jaeyun smut #jake hard hours #jake hard thoughts #my works ♡

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kayena1 · 1 year ago

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Taglist: @dayyzlol @iheartalotofthings @eddiemunsonguitar @atokirina-tsuki @morganswan @lunamochii

Chosen|pt3

Lay’ra sat in the sand, the Sully couple did the same. They crossed their legs and Lay’ra instructed them to breathe deeply.

“No, no you are doing it wrong!” She smacked Jake’s chest. The girl was frustrated. They couldn’t do the simple exercise that she was showing them.

Jake and Neytiri were sitting on either side of her. So she could see and hear if they were breathing right.

“You have to breathe from here” she said placing her hand on his stomach.

“Not from here” She again placed her hand on his chest.

“The same goes for you to Neytiri” The girl said turning to the woman’s direction.

“You breathe from here” She said placing a hand on Neytiri’s stomach.

She placed a hand on Jake’s stomach and the other hand was placed on Neytiri’s.

“The way of water has no beginning and no end. Our hearts beat in the womb of the world. The sea is your home, before your birth and after your death. The sea gives and the sea takes.” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, before opening them again.

“That is the way of water that you must learn” Lay’ra looked at the both of them before she stood up.

“We are done for today. We have been practicing for long enough rest” Lay’ra said before turning her back to the couple. Jake and Neytiri quickly got up and started following the girl.

“What is it that you want? We are done for today why follow me?” She asked frowning.

“We want to ask you so many things” Jake said, his voice breaking.

She ignored him and continued walking humming a song.

“Where did you learn this song?” Neytiri asked Lay’ra who huffed in response.

“My mother sang this song for me every time I had a nightmare, she would take me in her arms and cradled me like a baby.” Lay’ra smiled at the memory. Her hands clasped behind her back.

“She took me in, the first time she saw me she showed me nothing but love, warmth and affection” The girl looked up to the sky. And frowned.

“The star that appeared in the sky a year ago… was it the sky people?” Lay’ra asked in a shakily voice.

“Yes” Was all that Jake said. The girl looked down at her feet, her ears flat against her head. Before she turned to face both of them.

“Then why come here? You are Toruk Makto! Why did you run away? You fought the first time why can’t you fight the second?” Lay’ra asked him frustrated.

“We have a family that we want to protect.” Jake said sadly.

“Why? What are you so afraid of? Was it the past that was haunting you that came back?” The girl asked trying to understand the reason for their family coming to her home.

Jake tensed up at the last question and Lay’ra knew that that was it. She straightened her posture and looked at Neytiri’s who looked away.

“Was it the man that you betrayed? The man that Neytiri killed saving you in the firs war?” She clenched her fist.

Jake and Neytiri perked up at the mention of that man.

“I see… if you bring war to my home I will do whatever it takes to throw you out of it” The girl glared at them.

“Sister!” Lay’ra heard a shout coming from the back. When she turned around she saw 3 little girls running to her. Immediately a smile appeared on her face as she crouched down spreading her arms.

“Girls!” She shouted back. She let the girls fall in her arms. The children looked around 8 years old. Jake and Neytiri looked at her confused.

“These girls are my students, I teach these children” she smiled at the girls who got out of her embrace and took her arms.

“Sister come! Tsahik asked us to get you! It’s lunch time! Our mothers too are making food for us to eat in our marui.” The girls shouted happily pulling her forward. Lay’ra stood up from her crouching position letting the children pull her forward.

“Yes I’m coming” Lay’ra said rolling her eyes. Following the children.

Jake and Neytiri watched Lay’ra walk away, guilt was what they felt. They regretted neglecting their first born daughter. They regretted hurting her. They regretted all those things but what can be fixed now? Jake took Neytiri’s hand in his own and squeezed it a little bit to comfort her.

“It’s okay” Jake like Neytiri felt the pain in his heart. He didn’t realise what he did wrong for her to leave. Overtime he realised how cruel he was to his first born daughter, Neytiri to started to realise her mistakes. They were parents to 4 wonderful children and the demons for 1. They couldn’t forgive themselves, Mo’at couldn’t look at them without giving them a glare or a sharp look. Mo’at missed her oldest grandchild. That’s when the parents realised their mistakes.

The Omatikaya couple went to their marui to prepare lunch for their children and themselves.

Meanwhile Lay’ra was dragged across the village by her little students to her family’s marui. She saw her mother and beamed at her. The children let go of the girl and waved goodbye to her, then ran off to their own homes. Lay’ra came inside and her mother immediately stoped what she was doing. Ronal spread her arms for the girl who came to her mother. She sat on her tights and wrapped her legs around her mother’s torso. Her arms hugging the neck of her older woman. Lay’ra nuzzled her head in the crook of Ronal’s neck.

“It was exhausting.” The girl said. Lay’ra heard footsteps coming inside and turned her head to see her father and her siblings.

“What happened my child?” Tonowari asked as he sat next to Ronal. Her siblings following their father’s footsteps sat down on Ronal’s opposite side.

“Nothing” Ronal sensing that her daughter didn’t want to talk about anything that happened sent her husband a look that basically said ‘mind your own business’.

The family sat in a circle ready to eat, the thing was that Lay’ra didn’t let go of her mother, the girl wanted to be held for a while longer before she would have continue with her day. Her family didn’t complain, didn’t say or question it. Ronal picked up some fruits from the leaf that was supposed to be Lay’ra’s and brought the food to the girl’s mouth. The girl accepted the fruit slowly munching on it. When she finished the fruit she was given, her mother offered her another one. And she gladly took it.

It reminded Lay’ra of the days when she first came in to this village. She was a young girl who never experienced a taste of love from a mother or a father. The only source of love she knew was her grandmother and she was back at the Omaticaya clan while the girl was with Metkayina. Lay’ra remembers when she was crying day and night. If not crying sobbing silently. She didn’t eat or drink, at those times Ronal would step in. She would take the girl in to her arms, gently putting the little child on her legs. Ronal would feed the girl small pieces of fruit. That became their thing. The thing that only they would do.

The lunch went by quickly. It was time for the family to return to their duties. Lay’ra slowly stood up. She gave her mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek before going to her father who she also gave a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Come now Tsireya, Ao’nung we have a lesson with the Sully children.” The girl said to her siblings. Tsireya stood up and went to her older sister’s side. Lay’ra gently took the smaller girls hand in her own before she looked at Ao’nung.

“Are you coming Ao’nung?” Lay’ra said looking at the boy who groaned in annoyance.

“Fine I’m coming” He said before he stood up going to his sister’s side. Lay’ra placed her hand on his forearm before gently squeezing it.

“It’s okay yeah?” She said in a gentle tone.

“Yeah” Ao’nung replied with a nod. Lay’ra gave him a soft smile. She removed her hand from his arm and turned to her parents who were watching the whole thing with a relaxed smiles on their faces. They liked to see their children bond and become closer to each other.

“We will be going” The girl said to her parents who gave a nod in return. The children turned to leave before Tonowari spoke up.

“If you start feeling uncomfortable or bad return back home” He said to his children, mostly to Lay’ra.

The children paused before nodding their heads. Lay’ra understood that it was meant mostly for her. The three siblings continued walking until they reached the Sully marui. Lay’ra saw how they ate their meal laughing and smiling at each other. She felt a bit angry and annoyed but mostly sad.

Yes she found a new home. Yes she had a new clan and yes she finally found a family that loves her cherishes her and adores her, but deep in her heart she still has that hurtful question why wasn’t she enough? What wrongs did she do to be hated by them?

The girl shook her head clering those thoughts away. She pulled her sister behind her still holding her hand, Ao’nung was trailing behind them. Lay’ra knocked on the entrance frame of the marui trying to get the family’s attention which she successfully gained.

“Are your children ready for the breathing lessons?” The girl saw Jake’s and Neytiri’s smiles disappear. The couple gave her a nod. The children excitedly stood up.

“We are ready” Neteyam spoke up. Lo’ak nodded, Tuk and Kiri smiled.

“I’m glad that you are because it won’t be easy now come on let’s go” Lay’ra said smiling at the kids.

She took them to a place where they were surrounded by water. As they sat down Lay’ra spoke again.

“Today we will learn how to breathe, tomorrow we show you how to dive properly” The girl spoke confidently and smiled seeing the excited faces of the Omaticaya children.

“Let’s begin” She smiled.

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Thank you all for the positive comments I’m really happy you find joy in this story.

Part4

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voxaholic · 10 months ago

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Character Info For My Bojack Inspired Human Au

Hollywood Losers Au

Val & Vox

-Hollywood’s messiest on and off couple of just about 20 years

-extremely codependent: Val makes messes, Vox cleans them up, that’s how they work

-Vox has a shit ton of spyware on all Val’s phones and a tracker on his car and it’s only partially out of insane possessiveness. Vox’s creepy bullshit has saved Val’s life on occasion

-“Did you hide my fucking guns, Vox?” “Yes! And the fact that you’re even looking for them right now means I’m really glad I did!”

-Met on a set when Vox was still an actor and have been making each other miserable ever sense

-Gossip rags love them. Every piece of info about them is insane

-There are at least three twitter accounts keeping track of whether they are on or off again

-Neither of them would classify the relationship as abusive but from the outside observer, it definitely is

-Val is under the assumption that Vox is happy with their status quo and Vox is, until he isn’t

-Velvette thinks one of them is going to end up killing the other eventually

-they get into a lot of very physical fights. Vox usually comes out worse for wear

-see when a person with a disorganized attachment style and someone with an anxious attachment style get into a situationship…

Val

-43 but still lives and dresses like he’s in his early 20s

-semi washed-up actor that got his start on some sort of law and order-esque tv show

-has bleached and dyed his poor hair far beyond repair but it is still hanging in there somehow

-has had six PR managers quit on him over the last year and a half alone

-personal life goal is to do every drug once

-trying to fill the hole in his heart with hedonism. he thinks it’s working (it is not)

-self identified queer icon

-lots and lots of shallow acquaintances/fuck buddies, very few people he would consider close

-interested in the concept of a pet but every pet he’s ever had has either died of neglect or been taken in by Vox

-outward narcissism hides a deep yawning insecurity that he’s not even fully aware of

-self sabotages a lot

-likes to be taken care of and babied but only by Vox

-retweets his own callout posts on twitter (Vox deletes the retweets but screenshots exist)

-afraid of committing himself to anything

Vox

-45 and dresses like it

-greying early (he says it’s because of Val and Val thinks he’s joking. he isn’t)

-officially Val’s agent but also unofficially, his pr manager because every actual hired PR manager keeps quitting

-a fake bitch who doesn’t give a shit about 99% of people

-unfortunately once he starts giving a shit about someone he can’t really stop giving a shit

-has run several financial scams

-has done so much white collar crime

-gotten Val off for so much shit, like really, so much fucking shit

-briefly a child actor. it ended badly

-apathetic about most things outside of work but fakes it well enough

-always has like 18 different side projects going

-wants to marry Val to finally get some sense of stability in their relationship

-a control freak who needs to know what Val is up to 24/7

-the one who cooks in the relationship. he’s not good at it and Val complains constantly about how bland his food is but he still eats it

-has a blue pitbull puppy named Vark who he loves like a son

-he’s THAT type of dog dad

#Hazbin hotel au #staticmoth #valvox #voxval #hazbin hotel #this will be a fic eventually #human au

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huorror · 8 months ago

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interview

“...A visitor?”

It is not unusual to see visitors in the Parlor Car of the Astral Express. No, that’s not the unusual part. What is unusual is the morose young Foxian girl sitting on one of the couches, legs dangling off the side. Her dark eyebags hardly suit her otherwise youthful countenance and she seems to be mumbling to herself.

Ah, no use beating around the bush! The poor girl’s tail is on fire and she hardly seems to notice, much less care! It might not be burning the seat and there’s no smell of burning flesh, but surely it must hurt tremendously!

“Excuse me,” the hapless crew member can’t help but attempt to offer their assistance. “Do you perhaps need—”

The girl jolts out of her seat at the approach, ears and cowlick flopping as she bows deeply. The hat atop her head begins to slide off until she hurriedly puts it back in place.Standing up suddenly, her knees tremble like a newborn fawn. Her tail flicks (a sign of annoyance in Foxians, at odds with her timid demeanor), but the flame remains burning ever bright.

Her voice pitches upward, “I-I’m sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I?! It’s just so relaxing here… b-but I can go back if you need me to!”

Oh dear.

The deep commanding voice of a man with no clear source resounds through the car, “Stand up for yourself, you spineless girl! You were here first! Don’t let a mere human push you around!”

“B-but Tail…” The girl mumbles, wringing her hands.

Oh… oh dear. She’s talking to her tail, which is on fire. A bona fide weirdo, this one. Whatever is going on here is far outside the scope of an average crew member, but they’ve already initiated the conversation. They’d never hear the end of it if they just left a visitor in trouble, especially when they can feel the Conductor glaring daggers.

An awkward customer service smile rises to the crew member’s face. For the sake of their paycheck, they must follow through…!

“Are you perhaps… having trouble relaxing in your daily life? Is there something you’re not content with, Miss…?”

“Oh!” The girl seems to realize she has neglected to give her name, tired eyes widening. “H-Huohuo! I’m Huohuo and this” —she gestures to her tail, who huffs in response— “is Tail. And um, to tell you the truth, I’ve actually… been trying to quit my job.” “Trying?” Tail scoffs. “Her resignation letter never gets anywhere even close to the desk! Can you even call that trying?”

“Your job? Where do you work?”

Looking so ragged for one so young, it definitely has to be retail.

“I—I’m a newbie judge of the Ten-Lords Commission. My job is subduing evil spirits.”

The crew member’s eyes nearly bulge out of their skull. She’s not just some weird kid with a talking tail, but one of the judges! A sudden rush of relief washes over them that they had not voiced their thoughts of her looking like a helpless child or that they found her tail quite unnerving.

“Ten-Lords?! You must be very strong, Miss Huohuo!”

Huohuo waves her hands frantically, “N-No, not at all! I’m not cut out for the job at all! I’m afraid of evil spirits, but they still make me go out and catch heliobi anyway! I’m sure they just promoted me by accident! Besides, Madam Hanya and Madam Xueyi are always helping me out… I wish I was even half as brave as them…”

“Bah!” Tail spits. “Forget them, this wimp is always crying for my help! You should hear her, always crying, ‘Save me, save me!’ Without a powerful heliobus like me by her side, she would have been consumed by some weaker spirit long ago. I keep her out of trouble!”

“N-no, you’re the one who gets me into trouble! Every time I try to run away, you just send me right back towards the enemies!” Huohuo sighs and puts her head in her hands. “I’m probably going to spend the rest of my life as the Ten-Lords Commission’s resident scaredy-cat… There goes Huohuo, cursed one and chicken extraordinaire… None of the movies I’ve been watching have helped at all, either. I really should resign, after all.”

“Bahahaha! You really think those are gonna help you develop some guts?! Experience is what you need! And that means fighting!”

The host and parasite comedy duo continue bickering between themselves, crew member entirely forgotten. Taking advantage of the chance, they slip away quietly. Paycheck be damned, dealing with a Ten-Lords judge and her pet heliobus is way above their paygrade! If someone else wants to step in, by all means, be their guest!

By the time they’re several cars over, an anguished cry can be heard in the distance.

“Ahhh! My vacation time is over! I-I don’t wanna go back to work…”

#☯️ ooc

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years ago

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This might seem like an odd request, but I'm gathering up my courage to ask anyway.

Could you perhaps do a writing where the reader is a very good person, but has a horrific past.

Corinthian comes to her town, she sees him being a menace or maybe murdering someone, although she's very much afraid of him she thinks he needs a friend. The Corinthian *shocked at this behaviousr* ends up becoming friends with her after sometime and visits her every year until she passes away and every year, he leaves flowers on her grave. Perhaps he meets her grand daughter one day too?

Just a thought for a drabble, if you have time.

Meanwhile, I'll be nose deep in you masterpieces on the master list! 😍

[MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]

Corinthian isn’t religious, so rituals of any sort are quite unfamiliar to him. Despite that, he does have a few of them, even if ‘rite’ is not necessarily the word he’d use, like the way he goes about his victims - the stalking, the loving, the carving. Or the way he’d visit this one grave every year.

The sunlight of early spring glides across the grey tombstone. The day is cool but the marker is probably warm to the touch. Lanky weeds grow around the grave, although they are not tall or dense enough to consider the memorial neglected. There are numerous lanterns placed around it. An enormous willow tree proudly stands not too far from the grave. Some of its long branches brush against the grey stone. In a place like this, one’s rest can truly be peaceful.

When people age, it’s a graceful statement of very vital information: they’re alive. Whatever tried to kill them was unsuccessful. Graves growing older, however, are the exact opposite: it’s a malicious cackle only becoming louder as the tombstone cracks and fades in the sunlight; a memory slowly fading away even if it's regularly recalled and relived.

Corinthian reads the line at the bottom of the gravestone over and over again: Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future*. Whether he wants to or not, he recalls the strange night he met you all those decades ago. Nothing about that fateful run-in suggested he’d become a prisoner to sentiments and melancholy:

Hot blood is dripping down his hands. It’s refreshing, cleansing in some macabre way. Giving in to this urge is always just as sweet like finally scratching a patch of skin that has been terribly itchy for the past, well, forever. But the night is going to only become better: now that the thrill of the chase has come to a grand finish, comes the ravishing.

“Well, that was a little excessive,” you speak up.

The man in a cream-coloured jacket suddenly turns around to look at you. His sunglasses are halfway off his nose but he pushes them back up immediately as he stands up. “An uninvited guest!” Corinthian announces. “Wasn’t expecting one. I think I have some spare time if you want to,” here he flips the knife in his hand, yellow light of streetlamps cascades off the well-kept blade, “get to know each other.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you say with a giggle hiding in your voice. “Middle of the night, you’re killing some poor bastard you’ve never seen before behind a run-down motel, trying to act all tough. You have a knife, what did he have? Sweaty palms? Excerpt from the Bible tattooed on his wrist? It’s not scary, it’s pathetic. You don’t need another victim, you need a friend. Maybe a hobby, too.”

He’s standing maybe a meter or two away from you but you’re not bothered by that. You can’t be, not anymore. “It’s quite dangerous for a young lady like you to go around at night, asking strange men to be her friend. Has no one ever told you that?”

“>Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future<,” you quote. “I wonder what's yours.”

A curious smile suddenly appears on Corinthian’s face as though he realized that some things were about to change. It’s hard to say whether he knows how much he is going to change. “Feeling fearless, don’t you?”

“What can I say,” you answer with a disinterested shrug, your hands still shoved deep into the pockets of your coat, “I’ve seen worse. I’ve grown to know the terrors lurking in the dark a little too well to ever be scared of them again. Now come on, I can hear someone walking this way.”

A shy voice interrupts Corinthian’s melancholy. “Excuse me? You knew my grandmother?”

The girl looks to be in her early twenties or late teens if she’s living a stressful life. Judging by the messy hair and bags under her eyes, coming to the cemetery must have come with some hardships. She has a sweatshirt with a logo of a university embroidered on it. There seems to be an orange stain, some sauce without a doubt, on the hem of the pullover.

“Once. At least I’d like to think so.”

She looks at him suspiciously but not necessarily in a bad way - she can tell there’s something utterly exciting about his dishonesty. A thought passes through his head that, in some way, at that moment, she looks exactly like you did that fateful night. “But you look very… young, sir.”

“I eat my greens and use a good SPF.”

Understanding that Corinthian isn’t interested in small talk, she falls silent for now. The two of them are complete strangers suddenly united in grief, despite their respective mourning being so different. They’re together but still so very alone.

“I always liked that quote,” the girl speaks up after a few minutes. Maybe she’s looking for closure in friends of someone she is yet to learn to live without. “It’s very… hopeful. Anyone can be good, all it takes is the right decision. You can always change.”

“It’s a warning,” he states.

The girl scrunches her nose and furrows her eyebrows. “How so?”

“Even the smallest, seemingly insignificant choice can change the direction you’re headed. You can never know what you’re going to become until you become it. And when you do… it’s already too late.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

Corinthian doesn’t answer straight away. For a moment he’s pondering that notion, slowly and painfully accepting that those decades he spent with you changed him forever. “Maybe I am,” he says in a slightly quieter voice.

_____________ *Line from Oscar Wilde’s A woman of no importance

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pupphe-additions · 10 months ago

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"You Were Suffocating."

Overview: Jamie's first heartbreak. Word Count: 1,646 Tw/cw: Arguing/yelling, hitting, heartbreak/betrayal, and swearing

July, 2021

Jamie hasn’t been able to sleep for a few days, his girlfriend has been acting really weird with him recently, and he can sense something is up. He has asked her on several dates over the past few weeks but she kept making excuses saying that she’s busy doing this or that. It’s currently 3AM and he got a message from his best friend growing up that simply said “I’m sorry.” Jamie was very confused and when he went to press for more answers he realized that his friend had either blocked him or was just ignoring him. He just wanted to know what was going on and he got no replies. Why is he sorry? Last they talked and hung out they were fine, what happened? What did he do?

He could feel his heart sink and he spams Soobin with screenshots and confused emotions. He knew the older boy was likely asleep but he didn’t know who else to go to for something like this. He started to pace his room and went through his contacts to see if anyone was awake but with no success. He scooped up his cat Smores and buried his face in her side as tears fell down. He was so confused as to what was going on anymore. After about an hour he finally fell asleep while Smores sort of purrs against his face and lets him cry.

The next morning while practicing he got a message from his girlfriend saying “Hey, Jammies, we need to talk…” He thought about that message the entire time he was working and when he was able to reply to her “Did you want to meet up? What is going on? Why is everyone acting so fucking weird? I should be done with work at the normal time. Reply whenever you see this PLEASE.” with that he takes back off to finish what he needed to do for his schedule.

When he got to his room he read all the messages from his girlfriend that she had sent.

Her: “Jammies, I’m sorry but you may not like our conversation, you want to meet up? It may be worse that way.” Him: “Yes, I want to meet up, my love, we need to figure this shit out. I can’t keep living like this. I haven’t slept for 3 whole days. The sooner we meet up the better.” Her: “Meet me at our usual spot in 15 minutes?” Him: “Yeah. On my way.”

Jamie rushes out the door with his dog Snickers, their usual spot is a park not far from his dorms. He used to sneak out to meet up with her all the time back when he was a trainee but he’s been way busier since his debut, and he’s felt very guilty because of it. She keeps telling her she understands and that it’s fine but it seems like that’s not true anymore. He feels like he’s neglecting some of her needs, he’s afraid of her breaking up with him.

Jamie paces the length of the park twice before he sees a familiar figure approaching him, he doesn’t feel the usual spark, the usual happy energy that radiates off her, instead it feels cold. He stiffens as he walks toward her slowly, holding Snickers’ leash rather tightly. Soon they are inches apart, he wants to wrap her in his embrace and kiss her but something deep inside him stops him.

The slightly older girl speaks first. “Jamie… I’m sorry…”

Jamie nearly growls, his usual gentle understanding toward his girlfriend is just turning into annoyance and anger. “Can you fuckers quit saying that with no explanation?! What happened? Why are you sorry?!”

The girl gently grabs his hand and leads him to sit at a nearby bench and she sits near him without touching him anymore. She sighs and hands him her phone as she begins to run her hand through her hair. Jamie stares at her in confusion.

“You know I trust you, why are you handing me your phone?” Jamie asks with a bit of a hurt tone.

“You shouldn’t trust me Jamie. I hurt you. Look.” She points to the contact of his childhood best friend. He can see the last message she sent him was:

“Ya, I had a really nice time last night, please let’s do it again. Don’t worry about Jamie, I’ll deal with that. I know you feel just as hurt as I do by it, but it’s done now. We can’t live with that regret forever.”

After he read it he just threw her phone down and stared at her, Snickers is now hiding under the bench. “What the fuck does that mean dude?”

“Exactly what you think, Jamie I’m sorry. It just sort of happened.”

“WITH MY BEST FRIEND?!” The pain in his raised tone is evident.

“Jamie, let me explain more, please.” the girl pleads but Jamie feels disgusted and doesn’t give a fuck what she has to say anymore, but of course he is willing to hear her out, I mean he was going to propose to her after his next in between promotion time, he had the ring already.

“What? What is there to explain?” His tone is harsh and he’s trying not to cry.

“It’s sort of your fault.” she starts before shoving him a bit to create more space between them which causes him to fall to the ground, he just sits where he landed and stares at her in disbelief.

“My fault? You fucking MY BEST FRIEND is MY fault? Fucking HOW? Enlighten me. HOW?!” He’s now standing over, his face inches from hers. She slaps him hard and he takes a staggered step back, this would be the second time she has hit him since they got back together in 2015.

“I stopped loving you a long time ago Jamie. You’re just so fucking clingy and needy I felt like shit leaving you. You were SUFFOCATING. I felt like if I left you you’d hurt yourself.” She hisses at him, spitting at his feet. “You were clearly falling more and more in love with me when I felt like we were just going to be a temporary chapter. I apologize but I just never had the heart to break up with you. Until now. Your best friend was there for me when I dealt with you talking about your stress all the time. I felt like I could never go to you for anything you always made about YOU. So, I’m breaking up with you Jamie.”

“You felt like you could never come to me for anything yet told me about all your issues? Yeah. That makes sense…” He pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Is this the true you? A player who wants to tear people down?” Jamie asks coldly he can feel his soul shattering as she speaks. He was suffocating? Why didn’t she say so?

“Jamie… I’m still the person you love, I just-”

Jamie holds up a hand and cuts her off, “No, the woman I love I wanted to marry, this person before isn’t someone I even know.”

“If you were falling out of love with me you should’ve broken it off then, I spent all this time planning our wedding in my head and planning our future together just for you to not even love me the same way. Do you know how that feels? No, you don’t because to me you were my everything, I even told you I would leave my group if it meant you and I could be together and you told me not to.”

“Jamie…”

“Shut up, please, just, shut up.” Jamie says his voice cracking now as tears threaten to fall. “I treated you like royalty, and you do this to me? You didn’t deserve my time, my energy or my love. You can keep my so-called best friend. I never want to hear from either of you fuckers again. I’d give you the world and you turned around and used me, for what?”

“I didn’t use you Jamie.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow in disbelief and started laughing. “You didn’t? Then what? You just lead me on?”

“I didn’t do that either.”

“You’re an idiot.” Jamie scoffs and grabs ahold of Snickers’ leash again that he just realizes that he had dropped. “I wasn’t kidding about not wanting to hear from you two. You are dead to me.” with that he walked away with Snickers. His now ex-girlfriend is screaming at him to come back and finish the conversation but for him he heard what he needed from her. She hasn’t loved him for a long time and went to someone he thought was his best friend about things that she didn’t even need to do. He doesn’t know who he’s more mad at, her or him. He was supposed to be Jamie’s ride or die but yet he fucks the girl that he knows Jamie wants to be with forever.

When he goes back to his dorm he shoots a message to the group chat of his members and simply says “I’m asking for a hiatus. My anxiety has kept me up for three days. I can't keep doing this right now.” Jamie curled into his bed with all three of his pets and just sobbed for the rest of the night after he put his phone on to DND to ignore all outside voices. He just wants to rot. He was suffocating? How? He just tried to be a good boyfriend, how was that suffocating. He regrets now not asking her to go into more details about that.

“I love you…” He says as he stares at photos of the two of them together that he has in a private folder on his phone. He will eventually need to delete these but not tonight…

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justletmewritepls · 1 month ago

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Memories (Tokyo Revengers Mikey x Reader)

Chapter 14

The air outside the hospital was crisp, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the parking lot. I clutched the discharge papers tightly in my hand, the doctor’s words replaying over and over in my mind.

"Your panic attack was severe," he had said, his expression kind but serious. "The hyperventilation caused a temporary drop in oxygen levels, which can lead to fainting. You were lucky your friends brought you in when they did."

I had nodded numbly, barely hearing the rest of his advice as he continued: "Avoid triggers if you can, but more importantly, find a healthy outlet for your emotions. Music seems to be a big part of your life—use it. And don’t neglect sleep, hydration, and proper nutrition. We’ve prescribed some medication to help regulate your anxiety, but remember, healing takes time. Don’t rush it."

Healing takes time. Those words felt like they were crushing my chest. How much time had I already wasted running from my past, from the people I once called family?

I exhaled slowly, pulling out my phone as I made my way to the curb. My bandmates’ numbers stared back at me, their names glowing on the screen. Without thinking twice, I started dialing, calling each of them in turn.

"Emergency jam session," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "My place. Now."

### At the Studio

The studio smelled like wood and faintly of coffee, a comforting familiarity that grounded me as I set up my equipment. My bandmates started to arrive, one by one, their concern evident despite my efforts to act fine.

Shindou was the first to show up. His usual grin was nowhere to be found as he stepped inside. "Hey, you okay? You scared us, you know." He brushed a strand of hair back, lingering close like he was afraid I might collapse again.

Bakugo came next, his expression stormy as ever. "You better not push yourself too hard," he muttered. "If you pass out on us again, I’m not carrying you." His words were gruff, but I caught the worry in his eyes.

Yamada arrived not long after, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "You could’ve at least explained what was going on before calling us in like this," he said, his usual bluntness intact.

Finally, Kamado walked in, glancing nervously between everyone before approaching me. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked softly. "I mean, we’re happy to jam, but shouldn’t you be resting?"

I shook my head and set my guitar strap over my shoulder. "I need this. Please, just… trust me."

They exchanged glances, but in the end, they all nodded and started setting up their instruments.

The moment the first chord struck, the tension in the room began to melt away. Music had always been my escape, a place where words didn’t matter and only raw emotion remained.

"We’ll start with something new," I said, strumming a few tentative notes before breaking into a melody that had been stuck in my head for days. "Follow my lead."

My voice cracked slightly as I started to sing la di die. (By Nessa Barret ft Jaden Hossler)

"Does it rain in California?

Only dream I’ve ever known…"

Shindou picked up on the rhythm quickly, adding his own flourishes to the melody. His voice joined mine during the chorus, steady and supportive.

Bakugo followed with sharp, aggressive beats that added depth to the song’s raw energy. Kamado chimed in with soft, almost hesitant notes on the piano, smoothing the edges. Yamada’s deep, steady bass gave the song its heartbeat, grounding everything.

I poured everything into the lyrics, tears threatening to spill as the words scraped against old wounds. When the final notes faded, the room was silent except for my ragged breathing.

"What’s next?" Bakugo asked, his usual irritation softened by something gentler.

I wiped my face quickly and nodded. "11 Minutes." (By Halsey, YUNGBLUD, Travis Baker)

They didn’t ask questions. They just followed as I led them through the haunting, desperate tones of the song. Each note felt like it was peeling back another layer of pain I’d been holding onto for far too long.

By the time we reached the final song, Who Knew, (By P!nk) my voice was breaking, but I didn’t care. The lyrics felt like a letter to the ghosts of my past, to my brother, to Mikey, and maybe even to myself.

"If someone said three years from now,

You’d be long gone…"

Shindou improvised a heartfelt solo midway through, his fingers moving effortlessly as he glanced at me, his concern evident. Bakugo’s beat softened, matching the somber mood, while Kamado added delicate, melancholic chords. Yamada’s steady rhythm never faltered, anchoring me even as my voice cracked on the final line.

When the song ended, the room was silent again, save for my ragged breathing.

"Okay," Kamado began softly, "are you going to tell us what this was really about?"

I hesitated, gripping the neck of my guitar tightly. "There’s… a lot I haven’t told you guys."

Shindou tilted his head, his teasing tone replaced by sincerity. "We’re not going anywhere, you know. Whatever it is, we’ve got you."

I smiled weakly, exhaustion settling in. "I’ll tell you. Just… not yet. For now, I just needed to let it out. And… I needed you all here for that."

They didn’t push further, but their concern lingered in the way they stayed close as I packed up, their silent support reminding me of why they had become my second family.

As everyone left the studio that night, I felt lighter—not entirely healed, but ready to face what lay ahead.

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gothicgrove · 11 months ago

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How does one change enough to face the fear and confusion that shattered and stained memories bring? Complex PTSD is a never ending battle. My perpetual tug into the underworld that coerces mr to maintain complacency in even the darkest of situations. Struggling to feel real in a world that only brought blow after blow, more pain each day with no chance of acknowledgement from those who hurt you. That somehow it always ended up being your fault that they were hurting you. I would wait for someone to come take me away each night, sure in my heart that I must be something different from everyone around me. An alien that had been left here by accident, belonging to some faraway world where everything made perfect sense compared to the one I was leaving behind.

Or maybe I was something worse, some kind of demon that made my family suffer. That every bit of suffering I went through was deserved because of the misfortune I brought onto my family.

When I looked in the mirror I felt afraid. There was something wrong inside of me. I could see it so clearly. There was a monster in the mirror, on the glass window panes, in my shadow, inside of me. I couldn’t sleep either, too petrified that if I moved at all or breathed too deeply something in the darkness would kill me. My dreams were strange, nightmare after nightmare. Sleep paralysis that left me petrified of what was to come. I felt sick. I still feel sick. My mother called me a hypochondriac.

Nevermind that I wasn't allowed to eat at the dining room with her new family. Instead I had to eat off of the floor of my bedroom that I shared with my two brothers while my stepfather got three rooms to himself. That I spent more time away with the Boys & Girls Club than with them. That she would leave me to go on vacation while saying it was for work any time I got sick. Which I would only find out through her Facebook posts. Gee thanks mom, it’s great to see you’re in Hawaii while I’m battling the plague. Anything she could do to push us far away from her placate my stepfather and keep us from invading their bliss.

Then I would go stay with my father for the summers. Along with some amazing times together, I would face a new circle of Hell. As much as I adored him he became a different person when he drank. Alcoholism can turn even the kindest of people into warped versions of themselves. Accusing me of loving my new stepfather more than him as he wrapped his hands around my neck. That was his preferred method of punishment when it came to my perceived wrongdoings on his part.

Still I chose to live with him instead of my mother. The verbal and emotional abuse seemed negligible compared to the loneliness and neglect that swamped my time with my mother. I’d rather be locked in the house all day with someone yelling at me than sit there alone to fend for myself and my older brother. Those years with him were both the most wonderful and painful times that I have experienced in my life but it would all come to an end on April 6th, 2016. The day he committed suicide.

He blamed me before his attempt. My birth had brought ruin and destruction to his hopes and dreams. I was in fact the burden I had tried so desperately with every bit of my love not to be on him. I wanted to save him. I could’ve saved him. Tragically, I was held back by the fear of what he would do to me after I called 911. Knowing he would likely try to kill me when he came back home. I have spent every day since that day regretting the choice I made not to save him. For listening to my brother and stepmother when they told me not to run earlier when the ambulance sat at the top of the hill, lost and confused about where the house that showed on no maps could be. For not running faster even if the gravel stung and cut deep into my bare feet as it dug in. For being the 12 year old I really was and not the adult he carved me into. He was my entire world. What do you do when the world ends because of you?

Scream.

Except I couldn’t scream,

I still can’t scream.

So a part of him can live inside of me forever,

To replace all that died inside of me when I lost my dad.

To my dad,

I hope that you can find forgiveness in me in the same way that I have found forgiveness in you. You were hurting in a way that I could never comprehend as much as I tried to. That the VA never provided the proper support for and let our entire family down by failing to do so. May there be the peace, love, and gentleness in your afterlife that you were not given in your time on Earth. Please take care of the piece of me that you took with you, as that was always yours to have.

We all still miss you every single day that you’ve been gone and know that we all loved you with every fiber of our being. Thank you for the time we had together and know that we will never forget you.

-KMC

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animanganerd · 1 year ago

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Everything Annoys Me And I’m (Too) Hot - Chapter 19

The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi Fanfic

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47881336/chapters/129595207

All chapters: here x

Chapter 19 ❖ Mu Chun

Shortly before they reached Linguang about two months later, Lan Wangji noticed something peculiar. When his eyes fell on Lan Xiaoli at some point, he couldn’t help but point out, “Your hairline is visible.”

“Yes,” Lan Xiaoli replied.

“Do you need hair dye?”

Lan Xiaoli shook his head with a confident smile. “No, it is fine.”

“Aren’t you afraid someone might recognise you?” Zhang Chengling asked.

Lan Xiaoli smirked. “That is exactly what I want.”

That was only part of the truth – of course he wanted Murong Zheng to recognise him when they met, but he’d also been inspired by Wen Kexing to embrace his white hair as a part of his identity. He no longer felt the need to hide it.

In Linguang, the group split up, each pair with their own task. While the adults went to gather information about the haunted house and hopefully about Murong Zheng, Lan Xiaoli and Zhang Chengling were sent out to book rooms at a guest house.

As the teens walked through the village, Lan Xiaoli found that it didn’t match his memories of a small, secluded place at all. It was unexpectedly large and had multiple wide paths leading in various directions. The houses were mainly made of wood, though a lot of stone had been incorporated as well. Apparently the village had grown quite prosperous over time.

Lan Xiaoli and Zhang Chengling passed a few small inns and tea houses until they spotted a large guest house that could easily accommodate all of them. As they approached it, Lan Xiaoli caught sight of an inconspicuous sign on the side of the road, slightly obscured by a bush. Yet, the characters on it were visible enough for Lan Xiaoli to read. His pupils shrank to pinpoints when he realised what was written on it.

“Wait for me here,” he said as he dashed off.

Before Zhang Chengling could react, Lan Xiaoli had already disappeared. He sighed, thinking to himself, We could’ve at least booked the rooms first…

Off the beaten track was a small pathway overgrown with tangled weeds and covered with windblown leaves. It was different from the main road, almost as if it had been purposefully hidden away. Out of sight, out of mind. And the reason for that was all too clear: This path led to a “haunted house memorial.”

The path was untrodden and neglected because people avoided it. And there could be only one haunted house in this village which people wanted to avoid at all costs.

Lan Xiaoli’s heart was pounding wildly as he trekked down this deserted path. The memorial site was far off from the village. He was half walking, half running, unsure of what to expect. But whatever it was, he hoped to catch a glimpse of his past.

What he found, however, let his heart sink. Instead of filling him with nostalgic warmth, the memorial before him reignited the flames of fury in his chest

The spot where the house should’ve stood lay fallow, except for a few burnt remains, and was surrounded by reddish dirt and sand. On top of these ruins towered a jade statue of Murong Zheng. It showed him wearing beautifully embroidered robes, and carrying a sword at his waist. The smile on his face probably wasn’t supposed to be condescending, but that was the only way Lan Xiaoli could interpret it. The statue was carved on top of a pedestal, which had a golden tablet incorporated with the inscription “Mayor Murong - Defeater of Evil”.

Lan Xiaoli clenched his hands into tight fists, his knuckles turning white from the tension. His nails dug deep into his own flesh until his palms were filled with blood, which dripped to the ground, dyeing the dirt an even richer red. This mockery was supposed to be the memorial?

Lan Xiaoli hadn’t expected the villagers to rebuild the house, but placing a statue of the person that had caused the family’s downfall? This was outrageous!

Overwhelmed and infuriated at the sight, Lan Xiaoli could only huff. He stormed off in a fit of indignation, his brisk stride mirroring the pace of his racing thoughts.

Back in town, the streets were bustling, but Lan Xiaoli was too preoccupied with that insult of a “memorial” to pay the crowd any mind. His head was completely blank and buzzing with too many thoughts at the same time. He mindlessly fought his way through the crowd, with no regard to anyone else.

“Hey!”

His arm got seized in a firm grasp and he was yanked to an abrupt halt. Lan Xiaoli turned to see who had the audacity to stop him. With fury thick in his throat, he was about to berate them, cusses already on the tip of his tongue. However, before any words could leave his mouth, his eyes landed on the owner of the hand and his heart skipped a beat.

Standing before him was a young man around his age who was slightly taller than him. Numerous eye-catching rings adorned his hand and he sported a decorative hair crown with a green gem nestled at the base of his dark ponytail. Two strands of hair framed his handsome face, capturing Lan Xiaoli’s attention and causing his anger to momentarily catch in his chest. Despite the prominent bags under his eyes, the young man’s countenance didn’t seem weary but rather roguish, and even though he was smiling, a glimmer of mischief danced in the corners of his eyes.

Once Lan Xiaoli snapped out of his daze, he forcefully freed his arm. “What?”

The other guy looked at his now empty hand with a slight frown, as if surprised that Lan Xiaoli had managed to break free. He unhurriedly clasped his hands behind his back and said in a self-important tone, “You just bumped into me.”

Lan Xiaoli was rubbing his arm. That guy had quite some strength. “So?”

The young man affectedly held his own arm and said, as if in immense pain, “It really hurt, you know?”

“...” Lan Xiaoli couldn’t believe this guy. It had just been a small bump! “It is your fault for standing in the middle of the street.”

The other let out an incredulous laugh. “That’s it?”

“What else do you want?” Lan Xiaoli said, truly at a loss.

“An apology.”

Lan Xiaoli stared at him in disbelief. This is why he had stopped him? Pretty he may be, but he was just as petty. “I am so very sorry that you do not know how to use a street.”

The guy furrowed his brow. “That’s not a real apology.”

“That is all you get,” Lan Xiaoli declared firmly and turned on his heel to leave.

“If you leave now, you owe me!”

Irritated, Lan Xiaoli spun around again and walked a few steps back. “Who do you think you are to believe I would owe you?”

Donning a smirk, the young man stepped closer and slightly leaned forward to be at eye-level with Lan Xiaoli. “I’m Mu…,” he paused briefly, as his gaze leisurely swept over Lan Xiaoli from head to toe until his eyes wandered back up to meet Lan Xiaoli’s, “Mu Chun.”

Something about this guy’s cheeky grin rubbed Lan Xiaoli the wrong way. He felt like this Mu Chun was challenging him to some weird kind of power play. To demonstrate he wasn’t going to back down, Lan Xiaoli took another step forward, their faces only inches apart now.

Mu Chun didn’t back away either. Instead, Lan Xiaoli thought he saw a mischievous glint flare in his eyes. An intense stare ensued between them, a battle of wills in which neither wanted to yield first.

“Nice to meet you, Chun-ge,” Lan Xiaoli said in false politeness, enunciating the last part. “My name is Lan Xiaoli. Now leave me alone.” With that, he marched off for good this time.

“See you around, A-Li,” Mu Chun called after him, his tone oozing with smugness.

Lan Xiaoli rolled his eyes, thinking, Yeah, right.

But sure enough, they did.

As soon as Lan Xiaoli reunited with Zhang Chengling, the latter groaned, “Ugh! Finally.”

Lan Xiaoli looked at him in confusion. “Why did you not go ahead and book the rooms?”

Zhang Chengling shot him an unamused look. “You have the money.”

“...” Lan Xiaoli patted his own chest, and indeed felt the money pouch lying heavy in his robes. “Oh. Sorry.”

The two of them were standing at the counter of the guest house, waiting for the innkeeper to return, when Lan Xiaoli heard a voice that made him itch all over.

“A-Li!”

He turned toward the source of the voice only to see it was the guy from before. Shook to the core, Lan Xiaoli exclaimed, “What are you doing here? Did you follow me?!”

His hands folded behind his back, Mu Chun pointedly looked around. “This is a guest house. What do you think I’m doing here?”

Lan Xiaoli puffed an irritated sigh. “What do you want?”

“An apology.”

“Do you know him?” Zhang Chengling asked from the side, clearly surprised by the intimate name choice.

“No,” Lan Xiaoli replied.

“Ouch!” Mu Chun exclaimed, clutching his chest in feigned pain.

“You were the one who was in my way – should you not be the one to apologise?” Lan Xiaoli returned.

Mu Chun narrowed his eyes. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “Why are you so hostile towards me? You don’t even know me.”

Lan Xiaoli smiled at him, though his eyes remained cold. “I dislike anyone from this village.”

“But he’s not from here,” Zhang Chengling butted in. Mu Chun and Lan Xiaoli looked at him, both surprised.

“How can you tell?” Lan Xiaoli asked, his voice tinted with doubt.

“Well… we met him at this guest house. The staff seemed to recognise him, so he must have been here for a while. But he can’t be a local, otherwise why would he be here?” Zhang Chengling explained.

Lan Xiaoli was baffled by Zhang Chengling’s brainwork.

Mu Chun gave a wide smile in response. Neither confirming nor denying Zhang Chengling’s comment, he said, “You know what, just treat me for a drink and a meal and we can call it quits.”

“I do not have any money,” Lan Xiaoli said.

“Then what’s that in your hand?” Mu Chun asked, pointing at the money pouch Lan Xiaoli was holding.

Lan Xiaoli swiftly dumped it into Zhang Chengling’s hands and showed Mu Chun his now empty hands. “Not mine.”

Mu Chun shook his head in disbelief, but also seemed to be amused, as his smile didn’t fade. “Fine. It’s on me then.”

Lan Xiaoli’s eyes widened. Accepting this meal was akin to a victory; it was as if Mu Chun admitted to being wrong. Still, he didn’t want to be alone with him under any circumstances, so he pointed at Zhang Chengling. “You will have to pay for him, too.”

“Ah… that’s not necessary,” Zhang Chengling quickly interjected. He didn’t want any part of this.

“Sure,” Mu Chun said, completely disregarding Zhang Chengling, and gestured with his hand to a nearby table with benches. “Let’s sit.”

The table was by a window right next to the entrance. After Lan Xiaoli and Zhang Chengling had taken a seat across from Mu Chun and they had ordered some snacks and drinks, Mu Chun asked, “So what are you doing here?”

“Why?” Lan Xiaoli asked, eyeing him askance.

“Maybe I can help you.”

Lan Xiaoli snorted. “I do not think so.”

“Try me.”

Lan Xiaoli was about to refuse again, but was interrupted by Zhang Chengling. “We’re looking for a man named Murong Zheng.”

“Ah.” Mu Chun paused for a moment, tapping his chin.

Lan Xiaoli let out a curt laugh. He crossed his arms while shaking his head, thinking, I knew it.

“What a coincidence,” Mu Chun continued. “I’m looking for him too.”

Lan Xiaoli’s eyes widened again. “Really?!” he blurted despite himself.

“Yes.”

“You know him?”

“Kind of.”

Lan Xiaoli considered whether he should take the bait or leave it.

He and Mu Chun gazed at each other with such intensity, Zhang Chengling could almost see sparks flying between them. Being the third wheel was so awkward that he silently wished for the adults to return.

In the end, Lan Xiaoli’s curiosity won over his suspicion and he continued to interrogate Mu Chun. “What do you want from him?”

“I have a message for him.”

“What message?”

“It’s confidential.”

“Hm. Where is he right now?”

“Not here. He probably returned to his hometown.”

“Hometown?” Lan Xiaoli asked, puzzled.

“...Yes,” Mu Chun said. “He doesn’t live here. You didn’t know that?”

Lan Xiaoli remained silent, processing the information. He was incredibly confused. Of course he knew that Murong Zheng wasn’t originally from Linguang, but the statue clearly declared him mayor of the village. How could the mayor live somewhere else?

Mu Chun grinned at the speechless Lan Xiaoli. “I just happen to know where he lives. I can guide you there, if you want to.”

Lan Xiaoli resisted the immediate impulse to accept his offer. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Why would you do that?”

“You still owe me–”

“Okay, okay! I got it,” Lan Xiaoli said and rolled his eyes. He sighed and deliberated for a moment. They probably would be able to find out where Murong Zheng lived without this pesky fellow, but they might reach their goal faster with someone who knew their way around. In the end, he decided to agree to a temporary alliance and finally replied, “It is more likely that you will get some money out of this instead of a completely unjustified apology, but sure. We will give it a shot.”

Mu Chun took a satisfied sip from his drink.

As if Zhang Chengling’s wish was granted, the adults arrived at the guest house right at that moment and joined the three young men. They had to do a double-take to realise that a third one had popped up.

Wei Wuxian asked the question that was on everyone else’s mind: “Who’s this?”

“Oh,” Lan Xiaoli and Mu Chun said in unison.

Mu Chun got up to cup his hands and respectfully greet the four men with a bow.

“This is Mu Chun,” Lan Xiaoli introduced him. “He is also looking for Murong Zheng. He said he could guide us to his hometown.”

To make room for the adults, Mu Chun had squeezed in beside Lan Xiaoli on the bench. Lan Xiaoli wasn’t pleased about this but didn’t resist since everyone else was already seated before he could protest. Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji and Zhou Zishu sat across from the youths, while Wen Kexing occupied the end of the table. And just like that, all seats were taken.

Lan Wangji’s eyes were fixed on Mu Chun. “Why?”

Mu Chun looked at Lan Xiaoli with an ambiguous smile and explained, “I like to help people in need.”

Lan Xiaoli side-eyed Mu Chun, not sure why he was talking in his direction.

“How are you related to Murong Zheng?” Lan Wangji continued.

Mu Chun faced him and simply said, “I’m just a messenger.”

Even though Lan Wangji’s expression didn’t show it, it was obvious that he didn’t quite trust the new guy.

Mu Chun was a splendidly dressed youth. His clothes weren’t of the cheap kind; his silk robes had a subtle decorative pattern embroidered with a silver thread. Though the village seemed to be well-off, not many walked around with such fine attire. How could someone like him be a mere messenger?

He had the form of someone with bright prospects, yet, he bore no sword, so he wasn’t a classic gentleman, nor did he appear to be a cultivator. So why would he lend a hand for no apparent personal gain?

His demeanour was humble and poised, yet he had a strange air about him, leaving a lingering sense of doubt. Apart from that, his answers were short and concise, as if he didn’t want to reveal any more than necessary, which fuelled Lan Wangji’s growing suspicion.

What bothered Lan Wangji the most, however, was the way he looked at Lan Xiaoli.

“Did you find anything?” Lan Xiaoli asked the four men, which snapped Lan Wangji out of his thoughts. Fully present again, Lan Wangji curbed the intensity of his stare which had gradually darkened.

“Quite a lot, actually,” Wei Wuxian said. “The townspeople here sure like to talk.”

“But since Mu-gongzi seems to know Murong Zheng as well, he should share his information first to see if it matches our findings,” Zhou Zishu said with a thin smile. Wen Kexing and Lan Wangji nodded in agreement.

All eyes turned to Mu Chun. Clearly, no one trusted him yet. Not just like that. With a polite smile, Mu Chun set aside the bowl he was just about to drink from. “Of course, of course,” he said. “Where would you like me to start?”

“The house that got burnt down twelve years ago,” Wei Wuxian said.

“Ah…” Mu Chun shifted to a more comfortable position, indicating that this might take a bit longer. “How much do you know?”

“Just tell us everything,” Wei Wuxian replied.

“Alright. About 15 years ago, a new family moved into this village. And around the same time, countless evil spirits and monsters began to appear. They all sought out the house of that new family, so it was obvious that it must be haunted, attracting all kinds of nefarious creatures. The villagers suffered greatly, so to put an end to their misery, …someone burnt it down.”

“Was it Murong Zheng?” Lan Xiaoli asked.

Mu Chun chuckled. “No, he did quite the opposite.”

Lan Xiaoli thought it hard to believe. He couldn’t think of anyone viler than his uncle. “Then who else was it?”

“We don’t know who it was. The person only meant well, but seemed inexperienced. The fire spread and destroyed most of the village, so they didn’t dare come forward afterwards,” Mu Chun explained. “Murong Zheng, on the other hand, helped to rebuild the village, even though he had nothing himself.”

“Why would he do that?” Lan Xiaoli asked.

“From what I heard he felt somewhat responsible for what happened, since it was his family who owned this house.”

“Well he is responsible for what happened,” Lan Xiaoli returned.

Mu Chun frowned. “What makes you think that?”

“Because he spread the rumour!”

“It’s not a rumour if it’s true.”

The two scowled at each other until Wei Wuxian interrupted their frosty silence. “What about the family?”

Mu Chun pulled his eyes away from Lan Xiaoli. “...The parents died and took many villagers with them. The son, however, managed to escape.”

“Was he ever found?”

“No, he vanished without a trace. But ever since the family was gone, the village has lived in peace, no longer plagued by nefarious creatures.”

“What happened after Murong Zheng helped rebuild the village?”

“Since the people of Linguang had kept to themselves for the longest time, Murong Zheng showed them the benefits of trading with other villages and towns. With his support, the village became more prosperous than ever and almost grew to the size of a town. Out of gratitude, the villagers elected him as their new mayor, even though he doesn’t live here. He accepted the title and did a really good job in executing his mayoral duties.”

“How was he able to do such a good job when he doesn’t even live here?” Zhang Chengling wondered.

“He has a residence here, so he can travel back and forth between his hometown and any village where he is needed.”

“ANY village??” Lan Xiaoli blurted out.

Mu Chun was slightly startled by Lan Xiaoli’s suddenly raised voice. He blinked a few times and chuckled lightly before he continued, “Seeing Linguang flourish brought him immense joy, which is why he took it on as a… hobby, you might say. He has a reputation for lending a helping hand to any village in need, which earned him quite a good standing among the citizens of this area and, as a result, a high rank in all the surrounding villages.”

Lan Xiaoli couldn’t believe his ears. He blankly stared at the table as he processed the information. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that his uncle would be this… powerful. It was manipulation at the highest level; how was he supposed to convince these people that they were admiring a despicable human being?

“This is as far as my knowledge goes,” Mu Chun concluded.

Zhou Zishu nodded. “Lines up with our findings.”

“But some of the details are inaccurate,” Wei Wuxian added. “For example, he bought himself into the position of mayor. At least here in Linguang. The villagers didn’t object, because, as you said, they were grateful for his support.”

“Wait,” Zhang Chengling said. “Bought the position? I thought he had nothing?”

“That’s not quite accurate,” Wen Kexing chimed in. “He had nothing at first, this much is true. But with almost the whole village burnt down, A-Li’s uncle took advantage of the situation and helped rebuild it right after selling the jade statue he had inherited. He naturally got a fortune out of it and with the trust of the villagers, it was a piece of cake for him to buy his way into the mayor’s office.”

Mu Chun was struck by a sudden realisation. Wide-eyed, he turned to Lan Xiaoli, “He’s your–?!”

But Lan Xiaoli cut him off. “Not relevant.”

“The worst part is, they even erected a statue in his honour,” Wen Kexing continued with a disdainful sneer. He shook his head in disapproval and took a sip from the drink that had already been set on the table. While the group had been engrossed in their discussion, the others had freely helped themselves to it.

Lan Xiaoli’s face darkened. “I know, I saw.” Which reminded him, “On the statue it says ‘Defeater of Evil’. What exactly does that mean?”

“Well, thanks to his warnings the villagers could take action and prevent worse things from happening,” Mu Chun replied.

“People died, how much worse can it get?” Wei Wuxian countered.

Mu Chun looked at him with a smile that didn’t seem entirely sincere. “I guess you’re right, Senior… uhm…,” he wanted to address Wei Wuxian, but realised he didn’t know the names of the men that had joined them.

“Oh,” Lan Xiaoli said, “These are my dads.”

Mu Chun narrowed his eyes and scanned the four men. “All of them?”

Lan Xiaoli and the others were stunned speechless for a moment. Then, amused chuckles burst from everyone except Lan Wangji, who remained stoic. Mu Chun was about to complain, deeming it a valid question, but was distracted by Lan Xiaoli.

For the first time since they’d met, Lan Xiaoli’s stern expression relaxed. Mu Chun was mesmerised by the warm smile that drastically softened the other’s cold features, like snow that was melted away by the spring sun. A sudden urge to touch Lan Xiaoli’s skin surged in Mu Chun’s heart, but he forced himself to resist.

As soon as the laughter had died down, Lan Xiaoli pulled Mu Chun out of his thoughts. “No, no. This is my dad, Wei Wuxian,” he pointed to each of them as he introduced them, “This is my father, Hanguang-jun, and the other two are Uncle Zhou and Uncle Wen.”

“Hanguang-jun… Hanguang-jun…” Mu Chun tapped his fingers on the table, as he mulled over the name until it hit him. “THAT Hanguang-jun?” he exclaimed in disbelief. The name of the mighty Hanguang-jun was so prominent that it reached even the smallest of towns.

Just then, Mu Chun seemed to notice their forehead ribbons. He looked at Lan Xiaoli, his face painted with the sentiment of shock and surprise. “You’re that kind of Lan?” he asked, thoughtlessly reaching out to touch Lan Xiaoli’s headband, but Lan Wangji grabbed his wrist in mid-air to stop him.

“Do not touch,” he said, his gaze dangerous and frigid.

The others were just watching in silence, but Lan Wangji’s forceful grab had created a surge of wind strong enough to knock the bowl out of Wen Kexing’s hand. Tea spilled all over the table and onto his lap. Wen Kexing was not amused, but no one paid him any attention.

As soon as Mu Chun withdrew his hand, Lan Wangji cast a disappointed look at Lan Xiaoli, who lowered his eyes in shame. He should know better. Lan Wangji always reminded him of the importance of the forehead ribbon, but seeing Wei Wuxian touch Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon every day, even playing or fiddling with it, Lan Xiaoli couldn’t quite grasp its value.

Truth be told, there had been moments when he’d considered never putting it on again. When people recognised what clan he was from, he was faced with expectations he couldn’t possibly meet, and the pressure was suffocating. But for fear his father would send him to the Cloud Recesses for good if he really took it off, he’d always dismissed the thought.

Mu Chun took this as his cue to leave and suggested to meet the following morning at si time. When the others agreed, Mu Chun bid them farewell and walked off.

Outside, he rubbed his wrist, internally cursing Hanguang-jun for hurting him.

“Chun-ge!” an already familiar voice called from behind him. This time, it was void of hostility. Surprised, Mu Chun stopped in his tracks. When he turned around, he saw Lan Xiaoli jogging towards him.

Without any hesitation or warning, Lan Xiaoli took Mu Chun’s hand into his own. Focused on the forehead ribbon, Mu Chun didn’t resist.

“Why can’t I touch it?” he wanted to know.

“Only family and partners are allowed to touch it,” Lan Xiaoli explained casually, inspecting Mu Chun’s wrist. “Does it hurt?”

“Hm?” Only then did Mu Chun notice that Lan Xiaoli was squeezing his bruised wrist. “Ah… no. I’m fine,” he said and quickly retracted his hand.

“You should cool it,” Lan Xiaoli suggested.

Mu Chun smiled. “Will do.”

It was quiet for a moment.

“Uhm…” Lan Xiaoli awkwardly scratched his head while Mu Chun looked at him in anticipation. After rolling the question back and forth on his tongue for a while, Lan Xiaoli finally asked, “Which… room is yours?”

Mu Chun frowned in confusion. Lan Xiaoli pointed with his thumb at the inn behind him to clarify.

“Ah, haha, why? Do you want to pay me a visit at night?” Mu Chun asked with a smirk.

Lan Xiaoli shot him a disdainful glare, appalled by his insinuation. He’d felt a bit guilty about his initial hostility and wanted to give Mu Chun a second chance, but now he regretted asking in the first place. Shaking his head in disbelief, he turned and walked back to the guest house without another word.

The next morning, Mu Chun was already waiting downstairs at the inn. Lan Wangji was the first one to come down.

“Hanguang-jun! Good morning,” Mu Chun greeted him. “Sorry about yesterday, I wasn’t aware of your rules. You see, I am not well-versed in clan culture, would you mind telling me more about yours?”

Lan Wangji, who had joined Mu Chun by sitting opposite of him, nodded briefly and began to methodically recite the family disciplines. He wouldn’t leave anyone hanging who was eager to learn and do better.

Mu Chun had no idea what was happening, as Lan Wangji had jumped right into it without explaining those were the rules which famously belonged to the Lan Clan of Gusu. Although he was completely at a loss, Mu Chun politely listened nonetheless.

About half an hour later, Lan Xiaoli arrived at the scene. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of schadenfreude at the sight. He was certain Lan Wangji was giving Mu Chun a lecture about his behaviour last night, but asked anyway, “What is going on?”

Mu Chun beamed at him. “I realised how ignorant my actions were yesterday. To avoid this in the future I wanted to learn more about your clan,” he explained. It baffled Lan Xiaoli how such self-reflection could sound so complacent.

“Should I take over maybe?” Lan Xiaoli asked, doing both a favour.

Lan Wangji stopped listing the rules and wordlessly inclined his head.

Lan Xiaoli sat down beside Mu Chun, unaware of the image it created. Mu Chun had casually draped his arms over the backrest of the bench, making it look like Lan Xiaoli was leaning into his embrace. Lan Wangji shot Mu Chun an icy glare, prompting the latter to quickly withdraw his arm.

“I did not grow up at the Cloud Recesses myself, but Hanguang-jun has taught me all about it on our travels,” Lan Xiaoli began, before explaining their clan culture. He gave Mu Chun a condensed summary of their 4000+ rules, encompassing everything from their regular bedtimes to their intricate etiquette. As he explained, Lan Xiaoli occasionally glanced at Lan Wangji for confirmation.

Mu Chun had placed an elbow on the table to prop up his chin, nodding every now and then.

Lan Xiaoli didn’t notice that he was doing this to block out Lan Wangji’s cold, piercing gaze, nor did he feel that there was anything wrong with the way Mu Chun looked at him. So he happily continued talking.

As he shared what he’d learned, Lan Xiaoli was filled with great enthusiasm and felt like he could go on forever. He was so excited that he also wanted to delve into their clan’s history, practices and their most famous techniques, but was interrupted when the rest of the group joined them.

Lan Xiaoli had been so engrossed in his lecture that he had completely lost track of time, failing to realise how late it already was. Forced to end his lecture, Lan Xiaoli was a bit sad that he hadn’t managed to cover all the topics.

The group, now consisting of seven people, enjoyed a meal of breakfast before setting off.

Murong Zheng’s hometown was about a week’s trek away.

Mu Chun guided them along a peaceful forest trail, with a gentle river flowing beside it. The clear water mirrored the soft sunlight, creating a serene atmosphere. Despite the lingering chill in the air, the early signs of spring were evident, as the first buds were sprouting and the grass on the riverbank was glistening in a vibrant green.

Lan Xiaoli walked beside Mu Chun, with the rest of the group leisurely trailing behind, keeping a small distance between each party. Since Lan Xiaoli had “hired” their guide, it was his responsibility to occupy him.

Zhang Chengling was the closest to them, followed by Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, while Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu brought up the rear of the group.

The couple at the end strolled at a leisurely pace behind the others, enjoying the view of their surroundings. Since they’d never been here before, they wanted to make the most of this journey before they had to return to their mountain.

Lan Wangji, on the other hand, had no eyes for the captivating scenery as his attention was solely fixed on Mu Chun. He’d been observing him the whole time during Lan Xiaoli’s lecture earlier, and still couldn’t stand the way Mu Chun looked at Lan Xiaoli. Mu Chun’s gaze had been somewhat dim, yet penetrating, as if he wasn’t truly listening, yet absorbing each word like a sponge.

Wei Wuxian noticed that Lan Wangji’s eyes were glued to the newcomer and came to his own conclusion. “What, are you scared our cabbage will be eaten by a pig?” he teased.

Lan Wangji shot Wei Wuxian an annoyed look. “Nonsense.”

Wei Wuxian knew his guess was dead-on and concealed his laughter with a gentle cough. Lan Wangji just shook his head, letting out an imperceptible sigh.

At the front, Mu Chun clasped his hands behind his back and struck up a conversation by casually asking “So, why are you looking for Murong Zheng?”

“...It is a long story,” Lan Xiaoli replied, not ready to disclose all of it yet. In return, he tested the waters himself, “What message do you have for him?”

Mu Chun eyed him with a smirk. “It’s confidential.”

As expected. They held each other’s gaze for a while, both knowing full well that neither of them trusted the other.

Zhang Chengling noticed the tension between them, sensing sparks flying once again, and raised an eyebrow.

Mu Chun was the first to break the gaze. “I’m sure there is more to your clan’s culture, right? Since we can’t discuss our objectives, why don’t we make use of the time and you continue telling me about that instead?”

Lan Xiaoli was surprised for a moment, but after some consideration, he internally admitted that Mu Chun had a point, and agreed to his suggestion. It was certainly better than walking in awkward silence.

Whenever Lan Xiaoli entered lecture mode, a gentle smile bloomed on his face, softening his perpetually stern features. For some reason, Lan Xiaoli was much more relaxed when he spoke about his clan, seemingly forgetting the grudge he so obviously bore against Mu Chun. The latter made a mental note of this and wallowed in their fickle truce.

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kitty-used · 2 years ago

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Mockingbird: Part 1

Y/N, a normal 17 year old high school girl living in the dangerous side of Tokyo, Japan. One day she meets a pair of twins who seem to be hurt. She asks for their name, to which my reply Ran and Rindou. What will happen next?

“Fuck- it’s so damn hot tokay!” I yelled in frustration, walking out of school and home, a dingy little house with neglecting parents. I tried to keep up with my parents until my 18th birthday and move out with the money I saved secretly since I started middle school, which was about 10k. I already had my paperwork ready and I would be graduating high school next year which will give me enough time to prepare to get out. I didn’t plan to go to college but instead work in a small shop, preferably a mechanic store. “….yea…I can’t wait to get out, just keep up with them for a couple months y/n!” Talking to myself, lost deep in my thoughts. “Hey..don’t pass out on me now!…Rin!!” I heard a child yelling in the distant. I turned back on my heels and headed towards the noise, where I saw two injured kids.

“Hey! Are you guys okay?” I yelled running towards them. They looked way worse up close. “What happened to you kids? Where are your parents?” I asked them quickly in concern. “Who are you?!” The little kid with the braids shouted at me and shielded him brother. Oh… I felt so bad for them right now.. I’ll get them patched up. “Hello, I’m Y/N and I saw you two badly beaten up and I jus’ wan’td to help ya’! The kid with the braids, who looked like the older brother seemed to become less afraid of me. “It’s none of your business! Since when did you people start caring about us?!” He yelled in pain and frustration, I could see him trying to not tear up and look strong in front of his brother. “Kid I’m not here to hurt ya.. I just wanna know what happened so I could give you a helping hand. How about we go and sit on the bench over there while I patch you two up, okay?” The kids seems hesitant at first but they knew they wouldn’t be able to take the pain anymore and walked with me towards the bench. I took out my small case of first aid kit, a few bandaids and cleaning solution.

“Kids you’re gonna have to trust me on this, I promise to be gentle.” I said in a soft voice. “W-why are you helping us..?” The braided kid asked and sounded as if he was gonna breakdown any minute. “Kid I just wanna help you get cleaned up.” I said while cleaning their wounds, which was quite literally all over their body so I had to be extra gentle. “Tell me, what are your names? And where are your parents?” The brothers went pale when asked that question. “What’s wrong? Don’t be scared, just trust me right now.” “My name is Ran Haitani and my twins name is Rindou Haitani… o-our parents- we don’t know where they are… they haven’t been home since last night. It’s not uncommon for them though so we was surprised when ya wanted to help us!”

My heart felt heavy when he said that, and with a happy face as well. “Well… do you know their phone number?” I said trying to not show them any sign of judgement in case they run away from me. “No… we don’t know anything about them.. even their names so we jus’ call ‘em’ mom and dad.” “That’s.. I’m sorry, you two don’t deserve to go through this. I-I may be overstepping my boundaries right now, but I can look after you two, not all times but when ya need to to!”

They twins looked shocked when they heard that. “We don’t even know each other though!” “Of course we do, we know each other’s names and I wanna help ya out in any way I can! Don’t worry about anything now, your big sis got ya now!” The twins looked scared at the random stranger they just met but felt safe enough to begin depending on her. “Rin, do you want to her to be our big sis?” “Yeaaa!! We have a big sis to take care of us now Ran!” Ran sighed in relief and seemed calm now. “Fine, we will accept you as our big sis!” Ran and Rin said ecstatically. “Deal! Just depend on me for now. I’m here for you now so don’t worry about anything.”

I wonder how my life changed so suddenly. What will it be like now? What about my future…? But these kids come first!

Wait for Part 2 of Mockingbird <3

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spiced-koi-friend · 2 months ago

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Hidden Tears

Jurard and Ruze deal with the emotions of the whole situation, struggling when they normally hide behind their confident facades.

Previous Chapter

Jurard T. Rexford, Crimzon Ruze, Octavio, Goldbullet, & Machina X Flayon

TW: verbal abuse, PTSD, imprisonment Words: 1144 | Rating: M

The guards drag Jurard into the throne room, holding his arms back and his legs off the ground. He’s tried to free himself by fighting back or biting them, but it seems like they came prepared for this kidnapping trip. But when his eyes meet the gaze of his parents, he freezes in place. His father glares down at his son, making Jurard start to cower inside. Suddenly all the memories of why he ran in the first place come flooding back, and genuine fear sets in.

“I see you didn’t cause too much trouble, Jurard.”

“N-No, father.”

He glances at his mother, who remains the silent enabler of his father’s actions like she always was. Silently cursing her, but his attention is brought back to his father when he clears his throat.

“They will be arriving later today, they offered quite a pretty penny for you. Maybe you’ll finally have some value to this family.”

“Today!? I don’t even get to meet them first!?”

“Don’t talk back! You’ll have plenty of time to get to know them once you’re sent home with them. Be a good trophy husband for them, at least you got your mother’s features.”

Jurard’s eyes burn as he blinks back tears, terrified about being shipped away, just a pawn for his father again. Seeing his son broken like this satisfies the king, waving them off to bring Jurard to his quarters. Not even the furniture that was in there when he left remained, looking nothing more like the servants’ quarters for the ones set to be executed. For the lowest of the low. The guards throw him inside and lock it, right before he’s able to rush the door. His tears finally fall as he crashes against the door, screaming at his father and lashing out in his reptilian form. His claws dig deep gashes into the wood, but still not enough to break through.

He collapses to his knees, turning around and sitting back against the door. Jurard brings his knees to his chest, only able to mourn the life he built for himself and be afraid of the aristocratic life he’s being thrust back into. He thinks back to what Ruze said, about how they’d be coming to get him. But would they even be able to get here in time? What if they’re already almost here and he’s off and married before they even find his parents’ castle? Every doubt possible in his mind, the memories of the stuffy suits and the high expectations, the verbal abuse and emotional neglect.

Jurard just hopes that Ruze is right, and that they’ll hurry.

…

The cars race down the streets, following after the fresh tracks from the guards’ vehicles. These roads are rarely traversed, so it certainly made it easier to track them down. Ruze’s hands grip the wheel tightly, nearly white-knuckling it as his foot just stomps on the gas without any intention of letting up. He’s on a one track mind, and the outside world almost doesn’t exist. He just has to get to the castle, and then he can breathe. Just gotta get to the castle-

“Ruze!”

Goldie’s hand touches his arm, trying to gently get his attention and pull him out of his head.

“Ease up there, it’ll be okay. We’ll get him back. It’s not your fault.”

“Of course it’s not! I’m not blaming myself!”

Ruze eases up his pressure on the pedal, letting the other car pass them. It takes him a second before sharply turning onto the shoulder, kicking open the door and grabbing Zephyr off the top of the car. His axe slices cleanly through a tree, leaving it to fall and leave a stump. He throws Zephyr down into the mud, with enough force to embed it into the ground firmly. Goldie has gotten out of the car at this point, running around to catch up to Ruze. He watches as Ruze sits on the stump, burying his face in his hands and letting out a scream. It takes a second to decide what is best, before sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around Ruze’s shoulders.

“Y’know Ruze, it’s okay to be scared or upset about what happened.”

“I’m not scared! I’m angry! I’m angry that I took the coward’s way out and just let them take him!”

“Because you were scared.”

At this point the other car has backtracked, rolling down the window to see what’s going on. Goldie just waves at them, gesturing to just give the two of them a minute. He just rubs Ruze’s shoulder, trying not to draw attention to the fact that he’s noticed the tears falling to the ground.

“You were outnumbered, Ruze. I don’t think any of us would have tried to take them on either. Plus, you came and got the rest of us immediately. And we’ll get him back, I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong. You did the right thing.”

“Why doesn’t it feel like it?”

Goldie takes a second, letting out a sigh before he answers.

“It’s gonna feel bad either way. Either they were going to take Jurard or they were gonna take Jurard and you’d die trying to protect him. And I gotta admit, I’m happy you didn’t die. You had to protect yourself with this one, because that was the only option you had.”

He does smile when he’s able to get a chuckle out of Ruze, watching him wipe his eyes before meeting his eye.

“How about I drive, that way you can space out and think all you want without endangering the rest of us with your speeding?”

“Yeah… doesn’t really help us save our dino if we’re flipped in a ditch.”

“Probably not. Alright. You feel better?”

He knows that Ruze doesn’t enjoy being emotionally vulnerable, but it doesn’t stop him or any of the others from worrying. Ruze picks up Zephyr with a small flip to adjust his grip, resting the handle on his shoulder.

“I feel like I’m ready to kick some royal ass. That good enough for you?”

“I wouldn’t have expected any other answer from you, Ruze.”

Ruze jumps over the car, securing Zephyr back on the top and nodding to the other car. Octavio looks up from his game with Flayon in the backseat, a bit relieved that Ruze is no longer at the wheel. And thankfully Ruze takes his role as passenger princess rather seriously, commandeering the aux cord and putting on their shared playlist. He slides a bag of jerky for him silently over the center console, hoping it makes his friend feel better. Goldie steals a piece of Ruze’s jerky, but for once, his hand isn’t nearly bitten off. It’ll take a bit for Ruze to get back to his normal self, but at least he’s doing a bit better.

#jurard t rexford #holostars en fanfiction #koifictions

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helenaheissner · 6 months ago

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Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 29

Kate

I stood in front of the vanity mirror, applying my makeup like it was war-paint. I brushed the foundation over my face, taking careful effort not to cake it on too thick. Too much and it wouldn’t blend properly and I’d just look like a clown; too little and my many, many blemishes would rear their hideous white heads. The brush tickled my increasingly-sensitive skin, and my nose twitched as I spread the white powder on my upper-lip. My euphoria hummed as my face began to take a form I was happier with, a rising chorus of bliss and warmth that I couldn’t imagine ever letting go of.

Faith sat on my bed, brushing out her hair with a wooden-handle brush. She’d already gotten dressed in the silver-sequin gown she’d worn to the season-opener, and she’d offered to do my makeup for me, but… I wanted to do it myself.

I knew that a lot of the changes I’d made in my life, a lot of the happiness I’d unlocked from a long-neglected room in the back of my conscious mind, was due to her and Zeke. There was a part of me that was wary about how fast it had all happened, about the possibility that if anything went wrong, and I lost one or both of them, then… Then I’d never be able to feel this way again. That the person I’d become was dependent on the love of those around me. That I’d be nothing without Faith and Zeke to stand up for me.

There were things I still had to do myself. And this, this felt like one of them. Something I could do for myself to stoke the fires of my happiness.

“You okay, girly?” Faith asked, running the brush bristles through the delicate midnight strands of her hair.

“Oh, just deep in thought,” I said as I put away my foundation and started on my mascara. This one just terrified me- putting anything near my eyes was a nightmare for me. But Faith had shown me a neat trick. Just hold the wand close and… Blink. Then it applies itself.

Nothing to be scared of.

“Still thinking about the thing at Gaines’?”

“Yeah,” I said, blinking and taking in the sight of my eyes blooming bigger than ever from the mascara. Next- eyeshadow. This part freaked me out even more than the mascara- what if the powder got in my baby blues?!- but there was nothing to be scared of. Just be gentle, and trust that things will work out. “How’d you know?”

“You’re doing that thing where you raise your shoulders and keep your head low,” Faith said. “You only do that when you’re anxious.”

“That’s a thing that I do?” I asked, incredulous.

“... Yes. Sorry, forgot who I was talking to for a second,” Faith said with a wry grin.

I knew what she was talking about, but it still scared me. How many other quirks and mannerisms and traits did I have that I was entirely unaware of? How many other things were wrong with me and I would have no freaking clue until someone literally said it to my face?

… No, no, don’t freak out. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Nothing nothing nothing nothing NOTHING-

Faith squeezed my shoulder. “Deep breaths, babe.”

I looked at her reflection behind me, and I smiled warmly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Faith said, turning my head around and giving me a quick peck on the lips. “You almost ready?”

“Just about.”

“That’s good, because Zeke just texted me that he’s almost here.”

“Okay. Just lemme do my lipstick, and I’m good to go.”

“You’re getting really good at that, by the way,” Faith said.

“I had a great teacher,” I smiled at her. “Seriously, getting girl-lessons from you has been amazing.”

“I’m glad. But I didn’t teach you to be a girl- you always were one.”

“I know, I just… I wish I’d figured it out sooner,” I said. “I love my life now- or most of it, anyway- but there are still times where I wish… Where I wish I’d come out when I was twelve or thirteen and I’d gotten to actually go to school as a girl. Or at least when I was in college. That would’ve been a few extra years of girliness I could’ve enjoyed…”

“Hey, hey, no tears right now,” Faith said, offering me a hand up. My own was trembling so much I couldn’t apply my lipstick, so Faith took the tube from my hands and pressed it to my lips. “We all have regrets. I have TONS- especially about the thing you’re describing. I wish I’d been brave enough to come out when I first realized it, gotten to actually be my parents’ daughter as a kid, gotten to wear a dress to prom and make female friends and just… Be me. But I didn’t. And all that aside… If I could go back and do it differently, I wouldn’t. Because everything I went through led me to this. Led me to you and Zeke. And there’s nothing I would trade that for.”

She removed the lipstick from my mouth, and I popped my lips. “Even a vagina?”

“Actually, I’m working on getting one of those regardless,” Faith smirked.

“Hold up… Did you-”

“I got one booked,” she said.

“Oh my God that’s amazing!” I said, wrapping my arms around her and pressing our foreheads together. “When is it gonna be?”

“January first,” she said, her breath warm and minty against my face. “Ringing in the new year with some new plumbing. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Seriously?”

“I was gonna tell you and Zeke together, but since you asked-”

“This is just… It’s so cool! I’m so happy for you, babe,” I said.

“Prove it,” she whispered.

So I did. My lips on hers, my tongue in her mouth, I proved it.

There was still a future, still hope, still things to look forward to. No matter what had happened or what would happen… It wasn’t over.

***

“You ready?” Zeke asked, hands on my shoulders as I stood in the hallway with Polyphemus, waiting to be called to walk up.

“No, but I am willing,” I said, treasuring the feeling of his strong hands working through the knots in my shoulders and upper back.

“That’s the important part,” Faith said, standing next to me.

A match official gave me a wave, and I nodded back in response. “Okay. It’s time.”

“Godspeed, beautiful,” Zeke said, kissing me on the lips.

“Kick her ass, Kate,” Faith said, kissing me as well.

“I’ll do my best,” was all I said as I put my trembling hands on the sledge-handle and pushed my robot forward towards the announcement area.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and others,” our announcer boomed from center stage. “IT’S! ROBOT FIGHTING TIME!”

The rush of the crowd offered me a much-needed adrenaline shot, and I plastered a smile on my face while hoping it didn’t look too cocky. Heh. Cocky.

“IN THE RED SQUARE!” boomed the announcer. “FIGHTING THIS BOT IS LIKE PULLING TEETH! IT’LL GIVE YOU ORAL SURGERY! YOU BETTER PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS AND NOT UNDER YOUR PILLOW! IT’S… TOOTH FAIRY!”

The crowd went wild for Olivia and her team. She stood across from me, wearing the dress she’d bought at my store. And looking amazing in it. How dare she?!

Okay, calm down, Kate. You can’t get worked up right now. You need to focus. This is who you are. This is what you do. You see something you want, and you go get it. And you’re not gonna let your girlfriend’s toxic ex stop you or get in your head.

Olivia, for her part, wouldn’t stop glaring at me, while her teammates looked like they were at the end of their rope. I hadn’t even considered what effect her behavior might be having on them. Poor fuckers.

“AND IN THE BLUE SQUARE! THIS BOT HAS ALWAYS GOT ITS EYE ON YOU! IT’S SINGLE-MINDED, AND ALL-SEEING! WHO CAN PUT ITS EYE OUT? NOBODY! THAT’S WHO! IT’S… POLYPHEMUS!”

I curtsied for the crowd, and I tried to ignore Olivia rolling her eyes and scoffing at me while everyone else cheered for me. I breathed into it, holding the breath in my chest until it burned and then letting it out slowly through my mouth. I counted the seconds between my heartbeats on my fingers, starting over on my right hand with each pulse. Finally, I wheeled Poly into the battle box, and I assumed my station.

“Let’s have a nice clean fight, okay, ladies?” Olivia’s diminutive teammate Winston said from their square.

“Yes, let’s,” her other teammate, Tom, replied. That tall drink of water looked different tonight- he’d shaved, taken the braids out of his hair and put it up, and was wearing what looked like mascara. Could he be… Like me, maybe?

Must investigate further.

“Only one lady here, last I checked,” Olivia said.

“Oh my God,” Winston said, running a hand through his shaggy hair and groaning.

Tom just looked like he was in physical pain. “Liv, we talked about this-”

“ROBOTS! ACTIVATE!”

“Here we go, boys!” Olivia shouted. Tom winced, and Winston… Also winced.

I charged forward and stopped just short of them before firing my side-knife. It caught in their vertical spinner and jammed it in place, while I brought down the wrath of my ax and delivered a crushing blow to the top of TF. I bombarded them with flames as the sparks jetted out of their bot, keeping them locked into place as I bathed them in fire and pushed them towards the screws.

“Crank up the volume, Tom!” Olivia shouted, and Tom, still cringing, pushed a lever on his control panel all the way to the top. Their spinner suddenly exploded with speed and power, and my side-knife was torn asunder and chucked into the air. It plunged directly into the plexiglass ceiling and stayed stuck in the cracked material.

TF plowed into my robot even amidst the inferno I was supplying, so I brought down the ax once more and smashed the top of TF. My faceplate was being devoured by their vertical spinner, but I delivered as many blows and launched as much fire as I could.

That was when I ran out of fire.

“Dammit,” I muttered. I flipped a switch on my control pad that caused the empty gasoline canisters to fall off, lightening my load and increasing my aerodynamics. Now I just needed to break free.

“We need to fall back, Olivia!” Winston said.

“Not when we’ve got Calloway on the ropes!” Olivia said.

She pushed forward, only for me to deliver a blow that left TF smoking at the top. Their motor must have been near the top, but encased behind an extra layer of armor. A layer I’d been chipping away at, and had now left exposed. Too bad my flamethrowers were out of gas, but I could work with this.

Needed distance.

I hit reverse, concentrating on nothing but the path behind me as I drove Poly backwards.

“Got ya on the run now,” Olivia said.

I didn’t rise to it. I simply positioned myself in front of the vertical hammer, just out of reach, and then swerved out of the way as TF charged me.

The hammer tore their vertical spinner loose, ripping it clean away.

Now I was the only one armed, and I capitalized on it, going in for a kill-shot with my ax that tore the engine even further open and lit a spark on its fuel supply.

Even without my flamethrowers, I still managed to immolate these fools.

I smirked. And hey, I think I’d earned it.

At least, I did for about five seconds until TF emerged from the flames and barrelled directly into me, knocking me clean across the box and onto the killsaws just as they shot up from the floor. Poly was knocked into the air and landed on mangled wheels, barely mobile.

I barely had time to dodge as TF came charging at me again, but I swerved behind them and delivered another blow to their smoldering wreck of a bot.

Another fireball- Jesus, how much gas did they have in that thing?

My wheels were barely intact enough to get out of the way, but I narrowly avoided the flames.

When they cleared, somehow, TF was still moving, still heading for me. And when I checked my weapon control, I noticed my ax was jammed. Shit, all the hits I’d taken had messed with the wiring- now I was sans all my weapons.

That was when I noticed where I was: directly below my knife that had been jammed into the ceiling. And it was wobbling. It would fall out any second now.

All I had to do was wait.

Wait.

“Olivia, she’s armed, we’re not,” Tom said.

“She’s not armed- if she was, she’d be coming at us swinging,” Olivia said.

She charged forward.

I waited.

Waited.

The knife fell.

I dodged.

It landed blade first in her engine and stopped TF dead in its tracks.

“10! 9!”

Olivia slumped onto the floor as she was counted out, while her teammates each bore the painful, awkward expressions of a deserved defeat.

Part of me wanted to gloat. Part of me wanted to ham it up. Part of me wanted to flash a great big middle finger Olivia’s way.

But the better part of me didn’t want to. The better part of me… Well, it was better than that.

So I curtsied (despite wearing pants), and I walked away.

And dammit, I was proud of myself for doing that.

***

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