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braveclementine · 6 months ago

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Chapter 9

Warnings: 18+readers only, smut, pet names, slight (could be considered) dubcon

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

"WONDERFUL NEWS." YOU SAID AS YOU skipped into breakfast the next morning. You'd spent the night with Thor in a night of passionate love making. The fact that you could even skip was a miracle- your legs had been jelly last night.

"What is it?" Tony asked, looking up from his coffee. He looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep last night and if you were all being honest- he probably hadn't.

"I finally heard back from Elizabeth." You said, thinking back to last nights texts. You were frustrated with her for the late response considering you almost hadn't heard from her for a whole month! But the fact that you had finally gotten a reply was enough for the moment.

"Oh?" Sam asked, looking up at you now from his own coffee. "So when is she coming or when are we going?"

"She said that she'll come here." You said, feeling pleased with the prospect. You knew that she'd given in, in the end. As much as she hated the city- or perhaps pretended to you weren't sure- you knew she had to see the Big Apple at least once. "But she wants to give it another month. Our father wants to wait before fall harvest before that happens."

"That sounds reasonable." Steve nodded, but you couldn't help but hate the look of disappointment on Sam's face.

"It's okay Sam, she'll be here soon enough." You replied.

Sam smiled at you gently. "I know. I just hate the anticipation and nerves that comes with the wait."

That was understandable. The nerves you'd felt in Tony's car when he told you he could introduce you to the rest of your soulmates had felt like you were going to vomit. You supposed he was just wondering if she would reject him or accept him.

You hadn't had any doubts. You were the first born in the family, so you had all the rights to the soulmates. Though, you hadn't expected that some of them would already have soulmates. But even then, you weren't as worried as Elizabeth might be.

After all Elizabeth was a second born, which meant a lot of things in a polite society. She would marry the soulmates second after all. At least in a polite society anyways. In some more outcast rugged societies, it didn't matter who married who first.

It was a great thing that you lived in a polite society. You were glad that you got to marry them first. And Elizabeth couldn't possibly be ready for marriage because you weren't entirely sure you were ready to marry all of them and she was even younger than you. You felt that if you waited a few more years, then things would be amazing.

"So she is coming here?" Tony asked again, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes." You said with a faint hint of amusement in your voice.

"What do you think she'd want for her bedroom? I can start having things moved in." Tony said.

The idea of him spending money on your sister when you knew she wouldn't appreciate it made you feel guilty. "Not to much. She really isn't one on material objects. I think as long as she has a bed and maybe a bookcase with books in it she'll be fine. But I can ask her if that makes you feel better about it."

Tony nodded. "Sounds like a good plan. I would hate for her stay not to be up to her standards."

You wanted to tell him that half the time Elizabeth preferred staying in the barn loft in the dirty hay than her own nice warm clean bed, but didn't. Then it would sound like you were bad mouthing her instead of just sharing a random fact.

"What are you going to be doing today doll?" Bucky asked you as you finally settled yourself down at the table with a plate of food.

You shrugged. "I wasn't sure. I guess whatever you want to do, Buckaroo."

Bucky looked pleased with this and suggested that you, Steve, Sam, and him all take a walk down to the museum.

"Okay." You nodded your head and ate a strip of bacon to hide your disappointment. A museum? There were so many other fun things to do in New York and he wanted to go to a museum?

But, he was your soulmate, you figured, and an old one at that. Old people did generally like museums over everything else. Your parents had dragged the two of you to DC once to show you the culture and history of America- which you really didn't care about. It was just a bunch of monuments and museums. Yay. And you barely ate any great food.

But a date was a date and after breakfast you headed to your bedroom to look for something to wear. You decided on black panty hose, a grey skirt, a burgundy shirt, with a black jacket over it and black heeled boots. You brushed out your hair, still marveling at how short it was, before putting in green jade earrings. Grabbing your matching black purse, you headed out the door to meet the others downstairs.

"You look fabulous doll." Bucky grinned, wrapping his metal arm around your waist to pull you in for a hug, and then dipped you slightly to kiss you. You kissed back as you tasted the bitter raspberries and the sweetness of the sausage. You thought, almost for a moment, that he tasted like home.

"Alright c'mon." Steve teased. "You two keep kissing like that and we'll never make it to the museum."

"Later." Bucky muttered, nipping at the skin under your ear, letting go of your waist to take your hand instead.

"Later." You repeated with a giggle, letting them lead you from the tower.

To be fair, the museum actually wasn't that bad. There was a WWII display that was meant specifically for Steve Rogers. There were mentions of Bucky in there, as well as other soldiers who had fought alongside them. There was also a woman mentioned there, a Peggy Carter. You glanced over at Steve, who seemed a little sad looking at her picture and decided it was better not to ask.

There were other, less exciting exhibits, but you soldiered along for them. They seemed to enjoy it and that was all that really mattered to you.

"Did you have fun doll?" Bucky asked as he kissed you.

"It was a really interesting exhibit." You admitted. "I had no idea you guys had done all of those things. Was it scary or did you guys think you could just do it because you had Captain America on your side?"

Bucky thought about it, "It was still scary, fighting you know? You can always die. . . but it was a huge comfort that we were taking down HYDRA. And Steve was by my side the entire time. I knew if I was ever in trouble he'd save me. And if he was in trouble I'd save him. He's more than my soulmate, he's my best friend and he's my soul. Now you and Sam are too."

You smiled at that, wondering what it would feel like to rely on someone else so completely. Especially when it came to your life.

"That's sweet." You murmured, your hold on Bucky tightening. Maybe you would learn to rely on someone like that. Maybe that someone would be your soulmates.

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ELIZABETH PITCHED FRESH HAY INTO THE loft up in the barn. Hogun helped her. He had fit in well, the two of them almost dress identically in jeans, flannel shirts, and cowboy boots. They both even had their hair pulled back, though Elizabeth's was in her typical ponytail and Hoguns was in his traditional warrior bun.

Once the hay had been traded in for fresh hay, the two of them went ahead sitting up there. "It is comfortable up here." Hogun murmured, laying back on the hay. It was soft, the strange, potent smell intruding his nostrils. It was almost a musky sweet smell.

"I love it up here." Elizabeth's voice was soft. She didn't speak much, preferring to ask simple or intricate questions and listen to him talk. She loved his accent and his manner of speaking, hanging on his every word that she had never done before. "Did you have a special place for you to go on Asgard?"

"Yes." Hogun said, reaching out for her. Elizabeth rolled to him, laying her head on his chest, his arm around her. "There's this very secluded spot by one of our large lakes. There's a great many trees that surround it. It's a quarter of a days ride from the castle. Lots of people go there, but no one knows about the spot behind the waterfall. Except maybe Loki and Heimdall. I hope I get to show you soon."

"It sounds beautiful." Elizabeth whispered, closing her eyes. The sounds of the cows and horses settling in for the night, the sounds of the dogs barking to round up the sheep, the sounds of pigs splashing in mud, chickens clucking softly to her, and just the barest sound of the dishes clinking in the sink through the open window were as familiar to her as a persons favorite song.

Hogun looked down at her as she slowly drifted off to sleep on him. It was the first time he had felt something like peace. On Asgard, he was either fighting or training. The few times he relaxed weren't peaceful. They were fun, hanging with Fandral and Volstagg and Sif. And Thor of course. But they weren't peaceful. They were chaotic in another way, in a fun boisterous way.

Asgard was in an era of peace, had been for the past few years. He could easily see himself settling down with Elizabeth, even here on Midgard which he had only visited once or twice before. He liked it here. He liked it here with her.

A sudden thought struck him. He leaned over to kiss her forehead. "I'll be right back." He whispered and slipped down the ladder of the loft and hurried back to the house.

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YOU AND IVY WERE DNACING ON THE disco floor of one of the close New York clubs. Tony and Stephen and some of the other less uptight Avengers were here as well. They were mostly sitting in the booth though Nat and Wanda were both somewhere on the floor as well.

You and Ivy were laughing and singing, drinking your problems away as Tony called for more shots. By the time you all got ready to leave, you and Tony were laughing, falling over drunk. Stephen was amused and so was Clint- who was only semi drunk.

"Designated driver." Stephen said, yanking the keys out of Tony's hand, sliding into the drivers seat.

"I'll see you later Y/N." Ivy said as Kaylee hooked her arm through her and two of them staggered down the street in a fit of laughter.

You and Tony curled up in the back of the car, making out. You could feel Stephen's eyes on the two of you in the rearview mirror. Tony moved his lips to your throat. "Fuck Y/N, you're gorgeous."

You blushed, both from intoxication and his words. "Well you're gorgeous too Mr. Stark."

"Not in the car." Stephen deadpanned.

"It's my car." Tony slurred, slipping his hand under your skirt, teasing your clit through your knickers.

"Hmm, that's true." Stephen said, eyes darkening as you let out a high pitched whine from Tony's teasing.

"Tony." You whimpered.

Tony slipped two fingers into your warmth. The rough feeling of the pads of his fingers against your clit made your hips buck slightly into him. You drifted one hand down, unzipping his pants and started to stroke his cock.

The two of you pleasured each other as Stephen pulled into the parking lot of Avengers tower. The minute he parked, he tossed the keys onto the key rack and portaled the three of you to their bedroom.

"You two are such unnecessary teases." Stephen growled, stroking your face with his hand and then sighed, "Pity you two are drunk. I won't be taking advantage of you both."

"Stephen." You whined.

"Both of you go to sleep." Stephen demanded, undressing on the other side of the room to get into his pajamas.

You and Tony exchanged a glance and then grinned. Tony grabbed his hands, slipping the sling ring off his fingers. Tony actually managed to tie Stephen's hands behind his back, shoving his back up against the wall.

"Tony." Stephen groaned before gasping as you took his length into his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head. His hands jumped in his bonds, attempting to free himself from the fabric tie. "How the heck did you tie this so tight?"

"It's a specialty of mine baby." Tony murmured, nipping at his ear and kissing down his jaw line, leaving bright purple blossoms on his chest.

Stephen attempted to stifle another groan as you licked his entire cock from base to tip. Tony ran his hands down Stephen's chest until he was fondling Stephen's balls.

Stephen's legs started to shake as the both of you teased him relentlessly. He kept his head thrown back against the wall, bracing himself against it, eyes closed, mouth slack.

"Fuck." Tony murmured straight into Stephen's ear. "Being such a good boy, aren't you baby?"

Stephen's cock twitched in your mouth and you could taste the salty precum even more now. You swirled your tongue over the tip like an ice cream, helping Tony as you stroked what didn't fit into your mouth.

"God if you weren't drunk." Stephen moaned, cock twitching in your mouth again. "The things I'd do to you for restraining me."

"Aw, but you like being restrained, don't you baby?" Tony continued to tease and through your slight haze you wondered if he really was as drunk as he had been acting. Or maybe he had just spent so much of his past life drunk he was practically sober. "You like being submissive to us, don't you?"

His words were Stephens undoing as he spilled into your mouth. His knees nearly gave out as you pulled away. Stephen's turquoise eyes stared into your own as you got to your feet, smirking at him sweetly.

"You're both in so much trouble when you're sober." Stephen muttered, tossing you over his shoulder to stagger over to the bed. "But I'll take care of you tonight, don't you worry." And to prove his point, he lowered his mouth to your pussy.

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ELIZABETH'S FATHER STARED AT HOGUN from across the room. Hogun had come into the room in somewhat of a hurry. It was a bit strange, her father thought looking at the man. He was usually calm and collected, but at the moment he seemed rather frazzled.

"I-" Hogun finally spoke and then swallowed, gathering his courage. He was a warrior and shouldn't be feeling like this. "I want your permission to marry your daughter."

Your father shifted only slightly to rest his chin on his hand. "Do you now?"

Hogun's heart was attempting to leap out of his chest. He had faced down hordes of monsters and armies of a thousand men. How was it possible that simply asking for your sisters hand in marriage was so nerve racking?

"Yes." Hogun said thickly. "I have waited for her for a thousand years and I do not wish to wait any longer. There is something about her that captivates me. I long to be in her presence when I am not and cannot imagine a life without her by my side."

Her father nodded slowly. "We live in a polite society where she, as a second child, cannot, or perhaps the better word is should not, marry before her elder sister."

He watched Hogun's face grow stricken with this news and then with calmed measure he replied, "On Asgard there are no such matters. After her sister gets married, we could have an Earthly ceremony. But if you are alright with it, I would love to marry her immediately on Asgard."

Her father felt pleased with this answer and he openly grinned, "You had my permission before you walked through that door this evening. I've never seen anyone make Elizabeth as happy as you have in these short months. You have my permission to get married immediately, I have no taste for polite society, they've certainly never done anything for us. Marry her here, marry her on Asgard, just let me walk her down the aisle."

"Of course sir." Hogun said, feeling suddenly as though the breath had been knocked from him. "Thank you."

"But," Her father continued with a small smile. "That being said I should warn you. You hurt her or break her heart, I have two shotguns and several other guns. I don't need a gun to kill you either. I have crossbows as well as shovels. You've been warned."

At this, Hogun smiled at the idea of the farmer killing him, though he understood the real message underneath his words. "Believe me sir, I would never hurt her on purpose or an accident. I love her to much. And for us Asgardians, that love never diminishes once we find it."

Her father nodded sharply at this. "Go and propose to her."

As Hogun bowed and took leave of the room, her father smiled to himself. Elizabeth was his favorite, this was no secret. The way that you were your mothers favorite.

He chuckled. "Elizabeth married before Y/N. Wonder how she'll take the news. Not well, I suppose, but what to do."

At that moment, your mother entered the room. "Y/F/N, was that Hogun who just left here? Where is Elizabeth?"

Your father smiled. "Take a seat Y/M/N, you're going to want to be sitting down when you hear this news."

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 7 months ago

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So, here's an original story I wrote like 3 years ago...

I had a whole thing with this story back then, planning on everything that was going to happen in it (I still know what's gonna happen later), but I only ever wrote 5 chapters. One chapter is also really unfinished.

But, I thought, I am not sure if I'm gonna just let it rest on a google doc for all eternity. So, I have decided to post these on tumblr.

I'm thinking I'm starting with the first chapter, and if people are interested, I might post the other chapters too.

I wanna give some disclaimers first:

As mentioned, I wrote this like 3 years ago, so my writing has evolved since then.

This story is about six siblings, and one of them has a name that I wrote was "ridiculous". It's not really a ridiculous name in retrospect, it just sounded like it to 18 year old swedish me who had never heard the name before.

Yes. Yes, this is very based off a thing I love.

This story doesn't take place in the modern times, so no one has cellphones (only stationary phones located around the house). It's not said when it's set, though.

This is the first chapter, titled "Meet the Spins", and is essentially a character introduction chapter.

The day started with the birds tweeting early in the morning. But that’s not what woke Jessica Spins up from her sleep. It was the baby’s whining. “I’m coming, sch…” She climbed down from her loft bed and approached the crib that was currently right under her bed. It usually wasn’t, but due to the circumstances the baby had to sleep with whoever was in charge. And Jessica was the oldest, so she was the obvious choice. “Okay, sweetie, you had a bad dream?”

She picked up the baby and tried to rock her back and forth. The baby sniffled. Jessica was unsure what to do - she was still pretty tired herself. As she looked out the window she noticed the sun was coming up, so she might aswell get up.

Jessica Spins was the oldest out of six children. Yeah, six is a lot. That could be a reason why their parents decided to take a trip across the globe and leave all six children alone for a week. Jessica was 15, almost 16 now and had taken care of her siblings ever since an early age. Of course her parents didn’t put all the responsibility on her. They just simply asked her to take one of her little brothers to the park across the street so he could “play off all that energy” or change her little sister’s diaper once in a while. She had also been alone with her siblings during the times their parents went out for a date or just came home late from work, so them going on a one week trip was honestly like an extended date. It had already gone three days and everything ran on smoothly. Jessica promised to call them if something was wrong.

Right now, she was trying to feed the baby, who refused to eat the mashed apples or whatever it was.

“Come on, eat your breakfast!” Jessica tried, but was only met with whimpers.

“Wow, you’re terrible at this!”

In front of her now was Erica. Erica was 14 years old and took the role as the second oldest pretty well - she still had responsibility too, but with less pressure on her. That way, she could be more laid back and relaxed… and more fun.

“Good morning, Erica.”, Jessica sighed, “I’m trying to feed the little rascal here, but she won’t eat.”

“Yeah, that’s why I said you’re terrible at this.” Erica replied. She snatched the spoon from Jessica, “This is how you have to feed her.” She started to make some funny faces to the baby, making her laugh. As her mouth was open, Erica showed the spoon gently inside. The baby ate it without any problem.

“How do you do that?” Jessica asked.

“She just likes me more than you.” Erica shrugged, “In fact, she should have her crib in my room instead.”

“You know mom and dad wanted her in my room. Besides, you don’t have any space for a crib with all the things you have lying around.”

“She could sleep next to me! And we could cuddle all night.”

“You could move over and crush her.”

“No!”

“Yes, you move around so much in your sleep! It’s creepy, really.”

“What’s creepy? Is the ghost girl back in the walls again?”

That came from Darren, the third born of the bunch. He recently turned 12 and were, as their parents described it, “full of life”. He was very into the supernatural - like, very into the supernatural. He claimed he could see spirits and they had caught him multiple times trying to summon them in the attic (but they always stopped him before he accidentally summoned a demon).

“For the last time, there was never a ghost girl in the walls.” Jessica said.

“There sure was!” Darren protested.

“You’re full of shit.” Erica said.

“Erica!” Jessica hissed.

“What? He is full of shit.”

“The only one that’s full of shit is the little pants pusher over there.” Darren said, pointing at the baby.

Erica did a quick sniff. “I’m pretty sure she’s clean.”

Darren glared at the baby. “The one time I try to make a joke you’re clean, you fucking-”

“Darren!” Jessica growled. “We do not swear in front of our younger siblings!”

“We do not swear in front of our younger siblings!” Erica and Darren mimicked.

“Good morning.” said a tired, but unsurprised voice.

“Good morning, Tim.” his three older siblings said in unison. Tim was Darren’s younger twin. When they were smaller they were more identical, but that was just because their parents thought it was cute to dress them in matching outfits and haircuts. The big difference came when they were old enough to pick out their own clothes. Tim dressed in more fashionable outfits. Ties, blazers, you name it. Darren on the other hand stuck to hoodies and dark sweaters with loose pants. Otherwise they had the same hair color, same eye color and were approximately the same height. The kids at the street would refer to them as “the prep and slack twins”.

Tim’s full name was Timothy, but he refused to be called anything but Tim, or only by a few people he’d allow, Timmy. He also had an interest in the supernatural, but was more interested in music. Specifically, older music that his parents and grandparents used to listen to. The children’s mother once bought a gramophone from an antique store for Tim to listen to old classics from before any of them were born. It was not like he didn’t like more modern music - he did, too. It was just the feeling of those old tunes… when he listened to those, he could feel like some old spirit entered his body and possessed him (in that way, he also believed in the supernatural, even if it wasn’t as hardcore as his brother).

“Hey Tim, want an egg?” Darren asked.

“In my face or in my mouth?” Tim replied with a suspicious grin.

“In your hair!”

“No!”

The twins ran around the kitchen, laughing. Darren chased Tim while holding an egg up in the air. Erica and the baby just giggled, while Jessica was visibly stressed and wanted to stop these shenanigans. Yeah, that wasn’t gonna happen… but she could try.

“Hey! We eat the breakfast, not throw it!”

“Okay, mom.” Darren said.

“No, she’s right.” Erica said, to everyone’s surprise. Jessica felt a bit calmer, thinking her sister was taking her side. Well… she did not. Because Erica soon picked up some toasted bread. “If you don’t stop throwing eggs, I will throw toast at you!”

Darren and Tim giggled and continued to run around like wild animals as Erica started to throw toasted bread at them. It all soon escalated to Darren throwing eggs at the walls and the baby getting some butter on her head. Jessica just tried to calm everyone down, but no one listened to her. They all yelled and shouted, until they noticed a little girl standing at the edge of the breakfast table.

“Oh…” Jessica said, “Good morning, Salome.”

“Did you sleep well?” Tim asked.

“Want some toast?” Erica asked.

“Or eggs?” Darren added.

Salome was the fifth born of the bunch. She was 5 years old and never said a single word. It was not that she couldn’t talk, she just… didn’t. She preferred communicating in other, more silent ways. Just like a lot of other five year olds, she had a bright imagination, which could lead to her easily getting overwhelmed by her surroundings. Even though she did not say a word she was the one who always calmed her siblings down. Jessica and their parents could try their best, but if a noisy sibling saw Salome stare at them with her innocent glare, they just… calmed down. It was like they felt embarrassed over causing so much chaos when they saw how good and patient she was. Also, they always felt… sorry for her. It must not be fun seeing all your older siblings yell like that. Darren was also a bit afraid of Salome - what if she secretly plotted to kill them all?

The youngest member of the family was, of course, the baby. She had a name, but the thing was that her siblings thought her name was absolutely ridiculous, so they just called her “the baby”. Now, all names feel different to different people, of course. What’s a beautiful name to someone might be the weirdest name to someone else. It all also depends on who you are and where you live. Some countries have names that absolutely no one outside that particular country is named. The Spins parents wanted to name their kids things that most people around the globe could pronounce and understand (that kind of backfired with Salome, as people were quite unsure if it was pronounced “Sah-lom” or “Sah-lo-mee”, or just something entirely different. “Sah-lo-mee” was the pronunciation the parents used, but it didn’t stop others to pronounce it differently). With their youngest child, they wanted something more unique, so they went all in.

The baby’s name was Millicent. Millicent Sunshine Rudy Spins. It was kind of a cute name. If you were a baby in the 1800s or perhaps in the very modern hipster times. The Spins siblings did not live in the 1800s or the very modern hipster times. They had to admit Millicent was kind of cute, but for some reason the children didn’t really want to call her that every time they mentioned her. Of course, they couldn’t always call her “the baby”, so Erica suggested they could call her “Millie” or “Mills”. When talking about Millicent’s middle names, well… all of the siblings had pretty unusual middle names. Just ask Jessica Rainbow, Erica Plumberry, Salome Jane Dot Constance… the boys had pretty common middle names however, but their middle names were before their first names for some reason. Hugo Darren and Hunter Timothy.

The six siblings ate breakfast until the phone suddenly rang.

“I’ll get it!” shouted Darren and rushed to pick up. “Spins residence? Hi, dad!”

He held out the phone so all his siblings could shout “hi, dad!” and then returned to speaking to him by himself. “We’re just eating breakfast. Uh-huh? Yes… i’ll check! Hey Jessica, has the baby been sleeping?”

“She has.” Jessica said.

“She has! I’m sorry dad, but I just can’t say Millicent. It’s too- alright. You were gonna name her what? Oh gosh… okay. Yeah. Okay. Love you!”

“What were they gonna name who?” Tim asked.

“Our dear baby sister over here”, Darren said, walking up to Millicent, “Was gonna be named Moonshine.”

“Moonshine Sunshine Rudy Spins.” Erica giggled.

The rest of the morning went on smoothly. Darren snuck off to try summoning a spirit in Salome’s room, but got caught by Salome when she was going there to play. So he decided to try to hide and scare Jessica in the living room. Tim decided to take the bus to the local antique store and see if there was any old music stuff. Erica decided to spend her day with Millicent and was following her around the house.

“Millie!” Erica squeaked as she followed the little baby. “Where are we going now? Oh, upstairs? You can’t walk upstairs? Is your big sister gonna carry you? Yes! Hey, Millie! Mills! Little Mila, are you little Mila?” “Erica, what are you doing?” Jessica asked.

“Just talking to our cute little baby sister, that’s all!”

“Okay, but she needs to take a nap, so take her up.”

Erica groaned, “Uh, I know! That’s why I’m taking her upstairs now?” She rolled her eyes and made some mumbled groans to Millicent. “She doesn’t think I know it’s your nap? I’m gonna take a nap too, I can’t take Jessica’s bullshit anymore…”

Jessica sighed and turned back to the book she was reading. Everything was silent now, all her siblings were off doing something else. It was nice and calm in the living room. All nice and calm until…

“Bah!”

Jessica flinched as she heard the scream. Behind the couch she was sitting on was Darren, now giggling like a maniac.

“That could’ve been a spirit, I just wanted to prepare you.” he chuckled, “Also, the look on your face-”

Jessica frowned, “Darren, you little shit!”

“Oh my god!” Darren exclaimed. “You swore! You actually swore!”

Right then, Tim got home again and wondered why his brother was jumping around. Darren took his hands, “Jessica swore!”

“She did?” Tim asked.

“Darren, stop.” Jessica sighed, as her brothers jumped around the room.

“She swore!”

“Jessica swore!”

“Well, don’t tell Erica, or i’ll kill you both. Okay?”

Suddenly the boys stopped jumping and nodded carefully, but still having gleeful smirks.

Some seconds later, the phone rang. Jessica picked it up, as it was right next to the couch.

“Hello? Hi, mom! Good! Good… yeah, the twins are playing and so is Salome in her room… Erica’s putting her down for a nap right now. Me? Just reading. Yeah… what? Wait, now? Today? Tomorrow? Why- has something happened? Can’t you tell me now? Okay… okay, yeah. I’ll tell them. Yes. Love you too, mom! Goodbye!”

“What did mom want?” Tim asked.

“She and dad are coming home earlier.” Jessica explained.

“Why?”

“She didn’t say why, she said they’ll explain when they’re coming home again.”

“So… when are they coming home?” Darren asked.

“...tomorrow.”

“Fuck, we have to clean the house!” Tim exclaimed and ran off.

The children didn’t know that this was the last phone call they would ever get… in this house.

So, I have not read this story properly until today... I so wanted to go in and edit a bunch, as I'm a better writer today, but I also wanted to leave it unedited, like a time capsule. While not much happened in this chapter, the rest of them will change drastically. If you're interested in reading the next chapter of this original story of mine, just tell me!

#original story #mine

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hijinxensues · 2 years ago

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The Cloaking Brooch Dilemma - Part 5

RotTMNT Donatello x OC!AFAB

Synopsis: Donatello considered himself, nay, deemed himself the greatest mind of his generation. He was known for his skills as a scientist, inventor, engineer and was a technological genius. Dare he throw in that he was a damn good brother and held the title of being ¼th ‘Protector of New York City’.

He could barely fathom that he didn’t piece together that the pretty barista he was falling for was simultaneously his gaming buddy (might I add, for the last eight years) and was working for Big Mama.

At this very moment, Donatello was sure of two things in his life. One of them being his life was a joke and the second being that he was fraternizing with the enemy.

All because he decided to run errands whilst donning his cloaking brooch.

Warnings: Aged-Up turtles, fluff, Half-Yokai OC, AFAB OC (does use she/her/they pronouns in writing), swearing, light angst

FIRST

Ch.5 – Lavender

Donatello is exhausted when he wakes up, which is a regular occurrence between satisfying his brothers need to spend time with him, inventing, hero duties and gaming. He squints at his phone screen and the time blares at him, 11:30am- he had slept in. Their ‘Jupiter Jim’ marathon ran much later than anticipated as Leo had abruptly left halfway through to who-knows-what.

He claps his hands, and the room illuminates in a soft purple. The family had moved around quite a bit, after the battle with Shredder and after the Krang invasion. The lair became bigger and bigger, ready to accommodate the steady increase of inventions he created for his family and the rapid growth spurt all of them went through hitting their early adulthood, he was certain Raphael was still growing, slowly but surely putting on height and width.

Sluggishly he drags himself out of bed, “Shelldon, a coffee please.”

His “lab” was more equivalent to his own penthouse suite attached to the lair than just a lab for experiments and inventions. He had the lab portion mostly separated for safety and sanitization purposes, going past that was more of a loft-living type of area which had a kitchen area with the works as well as a sectioned off part for his sleeping arrangements.

‘Bootyyyshaker9000 sent a link’

Bootyyyshaker9000: Sources from what I was talking about last night.

“Perfect coffee yet again, Shelldon! Thanks.” He raises his mug as a thanks to his robot friend.

Donatello shuffles out to the common area and into the kitchen and takes his seat at the table.

“He’s up! Glad to see you finally joining us, Donald.” His starry-eyed brother croons at him as he rests his chin on his shoulder. The genius pats Michelangelo on the head lightly and pulls his plate of pancakes closer to him.

“And where did you go in the middle of our ‘Jupiter Jim’ marathon last night?” Raphael quirks a brow at his blue clad brother. Leonardo spins his chair around so he can straddle his chair and lean on the back rest, “Just needed to take care of something quick, hermano,” with a grin he pops a piece of a waffle in his mouth. “Oh, this is amazing, Angelo! You outdo yourself every time.” He scarfs the rest of the waffle down and pulls another onto his plate.

“Awe, you really think so?! I tried a gluten-free recipe this time just to see how it’d turn out. I’m glad you like it!” Michelangelo smiles brightly at his brother while he digs in as well. He turns towards Donnie, “Were you going topside by any chance today?”

“Tired sigh, I wasn’t planning on it, Michael.”

“Perfect! So, what you’re saying is that you totally have time to go pick up more waffle mix for me.” Donnie doesn’t have his robotic arms to stop the onslaught of his younger brothers’ arms as they wrap around him, “Thanks so much, Dee! There’ll be extra pancakes on your plate tomorrow morning, baby!”

Donatello was soft for his younger brother, he seldom said no to him, and it was a good excuse to get a lavender latte topside.

“Say,” Leonardo starts, “is there such thing as half-rabbit Yokais?”

“You mean Kitsunes?” Donatello offers. Leonardo shakes his head, “No, like Kitsune but Rabbit version?” The genius hums, “Not that I’m aware of, no. There is a Rabbit Yokai that works at Hueso’s, but they aren’t what you’re describing.” There’s a glint in his twins’ eye at the mention of the Rabbit Yokai but doesn’t get to say anything as Raphael interrupts him.

“What’s with the sudden interest in types of Yokai? Does this have something to do with where you went off last night?” Raphael inquires and crosses his arms. Leonardo lets out a laugh, “You’re rather suspicious of me this morning, Raph-a-la! I solemnly swear I am not up to anything.”

Cavaletty: ooo, looks interesting /gen thanks

‘Cavaletty sent a link’

Cavaletty: plz explain this science meme sir i want to laugh lmao, im also off today if you wanna vc or just game today?

‘Bootyyyshaker9000 sent a link’

Bootyyyshaker9000: Here’s the meme explained, short video. It’s 1 minute or so long. Perfect, I also need to head out for a bit then I’ll be free for the day. Perhaps voice chat? I have to work on a few projects and would appreciate the company.

Donatello holds his forearm flush to his body to avoid Michelangelo’s wandering gaze as he types back, “Angelo, send me the brand of the waffle mix. I’ll head out now.” He nods and Donatello gets a ping on his monitor on his wrist with the brand name and picture.

The rest of brunch goes smoothly as everyone helps wash up after mealtime. Donatello gets back to his living quarters, gets dressed and hesitates whether to fasten the brooch on or not. He settles on pocketing it and heading out the door. Just in case I need it.

It’s chillier today and he opts to wear wrap a scarf around his neck and dons his trapper hat as well, along with his signature mask. Gloves on his tridactyl hands and boots on his feet he faces the weather topside.

Donatello gets to the grocery store quickly, not a fan of the weather or wasting time. He gets a few rapid pings from Michelangelo requesting more things for tomorrow breakfast which he begrudgingly agrees to get.

He rounds the corner to the aisle listed to have flour and baking ingredients, he begins to scan the shelves, but his breath gets caught in his throat as he catches a glimpse of ebony hair and a familiar face: Violet. Thankful of his quick reflexes bestowed upon him due to the ninja lifestyle, he backs out of the aisle silently and shoves a hand in his pocket frantically searching for and fastening his brooch then pulling off his bandana and trapper hat and shoving both items in his pocket. He checks his arm band, arrythmia- odd, he’ll have to do a health scan when he gets back to the lair, he didn’t have a history of heart problems or palpitations.

Clearing his throat and wiping his palms down his jacket he enters the aisle again to find Violet still browsing, in the area he needs to find the waffle mix. Maybe she’s gluten-free? No, he thinks he’s seen her have pastries at Rendezvous that we baked with regular flour. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and fluff his hair out a bit he casually makes his way to the waffle mix section.

“Violet, right?”

She startles and takes a tiny step back for proximity, “Oh! That’s me. Lavender latte with a cinnamon bun?” she laughs politely, her glasses still a bit foggy due to the temperature change.

Donatello nods and offers a small smile while picking up the waffle mix, her eyebrows furrowed, “My brother likes to experiment with cooking,” he shakes the bag of flour gently, “I’m doing his grocery shopping.”

Violet smiles, “That’s super nice of you, just grocery shopping with a friend.”

There’s an awkward silence and Donatello reminds himself why he hates small talk so much. A ping on his phone comes through and he breathes a sigh of relief, what was he thinking? Small talk with a stranger?! He pulls his phone out and fumbles it, the crack of the phone hitting the ground cause them both to wince and reach down.

“Oop, I got-“

“Ah, shit-“

For the second time that day, Donatello is caught off guard. Violet’s wide eyes stared at him, her glasses had slipped farther down the bridge of her nose from her quick descent to grab his phone. Her ebony locks fall loosely around her face, the fragrance of her hair flooded his sense, vanilla. The tip of her nose and her ears pink from the cold weather.

There’s a quick zap at his fingertips which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards, “Ah! Sorry! I shocked you.” She supplies his phone and her opposite hand to help him up.

His jacket is too heavy, it’s too hot and the lights are too bright in here. The collar on his jacket is suffocating and he wanted to dunk his head in ice cold water to bring him back to his senses- is he having a panic attack? Sensory overload, perhaps? A heart attack? No, that’s absurd. He steadies his breathing and takes her hand, a bit dazed from the literal spark he had gotten from her.

Violet pushes the phone into his hand and the bag of waffle mix into his chest, “You dropped this.”

Donatello swallows thickly and mumbles out his thanks and excuses himself then heads straight to the check out and then back to the streets. The crisp air brings him back to his senses and he practically dives to the nearest alleyway to regear himself in his bandana and trapper hat then unfastening the brooch. Quickly checking his vitals on his arm band, he concludes them normal enough to head home via rooftop instead of the streets, lest he run into Violet again on the way home.

‘All vitals unremarkable.’

The terrapin frowns, odd, he was a very self aware turtle but he simply could not place physically why he reacted the way he did earlier in the day. He could rationalize that he scrambled for his cloaking brooch to make conversation with her based on their last encounter at the coffee shop and almost entirely biffed that due to him very quickly leaving them with barely a ‘goodbye’.

Donnie had a decently sized ego, he’s been told, so today was out of the ordinary in his regular behavior. He’s inclined to blame it on something mystic or otherworldly. He’s never previously reacted that way around Violet when running into her at her workplace, what had changed? What was different? Throwing on his brooch made sense as that’s how he had last talked to her. Hypothesis and experimentation were where he excelled- he would need to run into her more often the phenomenon of what happened today.

Pacing around the lab, he settled in front of his computer screen and opens a spreadsheet.

‘Incoming call from Cavaletty’

“Hey bud, how’s it shakin’? Just playing ‘Hades’, it’s single player so I can do this while you do whatever nerd shit you need to do on your end. ”

Donnie snorts, “Greetings to you too. What was going on with that customer that made you hang up on me the other night?”

He had no reaction to running into Violet at Rendezvous so that would be used as his control. He created a section where he would record symptoms when he was wearing his brooch and when he wasn’t, then a section for the morning and then the evening. He created a final section for organic run-ins, like today.

“Oh, they just literally popped out of nowhere?”, there’s some shifting and rapid button clicking on the other end, “Literally though, like, they came out of a portal? Nothing bad happened, I was just startled. What were your thoughts on Yokai, by the way?”

His fingers stop abruptly over his keyboard and his chest constricts; has he been found out? Does she know?

“Portals and Yokai- what a segue.”

“Is it really? Magic literally exists now, how many Yokai do you think travel by portal? I’d probably think a lot. I mean, I feel like portals are the most baseline magic.”

“It’s mystic, not magic. You’d also be correct; portal or transportation mystic is widely used and is very common.” He pushes the conversation away from Yokai, his palms begin to perspire.

“Mystic- ah, fuck!”, he heard her slam her controlled down on a desk, “for fucks sake.”

“Get wrecked, you’re actual trash at that game.”

“Am not, you’ve never seen me play it so you can’t know that, science guy. Aren’t all about the…hypotenuse or whatever? No proof I suck.”

“Hypothesis. I do have proof, we regularly play multiplayer games and I’m always the carry. The MVP, if you so will. The Amazing Othello Von Ryan, I’m waiting for applause.”

There’s a few claps on the other end, “Thanks nerd, anyways. About Yokai’s. Er, I’m totally fine with them, you avoided my question, so I’ll just go first. My best friend is a Yokai, I don’t think I’ve ever told you? I’m totally a-ok with sharing space with them. I’m not xenophobic, I’ll put that out there.”

Donnie lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” there’s a very tense pause, “Is that going to be a problem with you?” he can hear the malice on the other end of the call.

“No, no!” he scrambles and hits a few buttons on his keyboard, accidentally deleting the spreadsheet he just made in a flurry of panic to get some words out, “Definitely not, I’ve got Yokai friends as well. I frequent one of the ‘hole in the wall’ pizza joints here. It’s ‘Run of the Mill’- have you heard of it?”

Here’s his chance! He has the urge to spill his guts, this is perfect opportunity to come out to one of his dearest friends as, Donatello Hamato: scientist, inventor, engineer, technological genius and mutant (that could absolutely be misconstrued as ‘Yokai’).

“Yes! Totally, oh my god, I was literally there a little while ago. The garlic knots are to die for there! Another food venue we totally share and are clearly in walking distance of but you won’t hang out with me~”

Donnie’s brain is screaming at him to take the opportunity to just tell her the truth, to agree to finally meet in person, but he can’t shake the nervousness he feels. Rejection is a feeling he’s familiar with and it makes his mouth dry as he pulls his lips into a tight line. Bouncing his leg, he wrings his hands together nervously. Letty confirmed that she was fine with Yokai’s- better yet, she had Yokai friends and went to Yokai establishments. She wasn’t going to reject him because he was part turtle, but what if she rejected him? Rejected Donnie? What if he wasn’t everything she thought he was? What if he disappointed her in person? There was always the possibility that they meet in person and Letty just didn’t like him as person, regardless of being a terrapin.

Her nervous laughter and deflated tone come through the headset, “Ah, I’m just joking. I know you don’t want to meet in person. You know I’m happy just being online friends with ya, Otto.”

Donnie. His name is Donnie and he yearns to hear her say it. There’s a pang of sadness that wells up in his chest and stays there, he’s missed his opportunity yet again to come clean about his online persona. He sighs into the mic, forgetting it’s not on mute. “Sorry, not sighing at you. Just tired, I’m happy being online friends with you as well.”

“No, no! Don’t apologize, I shouldn’t have asked. I know you like your privacy.” A beat, “Is it me?” the inquiry is so soft and uncertain it makes him want to curl around her to shield her from himself, from his insecurities and doubts.

“Letty, you’re never, ever the reason.” It’s me.

The silence is suffocating, there’s no clicking on either ends of the phone.

“Well, I’ll let you go Otto. Chat soon.”

“Right, bye-”

A shiver goes down own his spine as the line goes dead.

Donnie throws his headset down as he sees his friends name greyed out as she logs out of Discord, “fuck.” Running his hands down his face, he decides it’s time for a nap.

TBC

#donnie x oc #donnie x reader #RiseDonnie #2018 donnie #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt oc #the cloaking brooch dilemma tmnt

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madsworld15 · 5 months ago

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New Fic Alert! there ain't nothing i'd rather do than blow off all my plans with you (Brian/Justin)

This one serves as an addition to the QaF Prompt Challenge 2024. I am writing up a storm thanks to this challenge, and I am loving it.

The prompt is sharing a cigarette. (Prompt #13) [8/21 for me personally]

Brian got home from Kinnetik around 7:30. His days, since Justin ran off to Hollywood, were filled with work and mindless sex every once in a while. It wasn’t every day that he wanted someone else in his bed, but when he did, Brian made sure the guy looked at least vaguely like Justin. He’d never admit it to the blond, not in a million years, but Brian actually missed Justin when he wasn’t around.

He’d first felt it the year before when Justin had shacked up with Ethan. Brian had been miserable the whole time they were together, and he didn’t handle it well. For most of his life, Brian had learned that love should never be given freely and frivolously because it only made you weak and vulnerable to soul-crushing hurt. If Brian didn’t give his heart to anyone, he didn’t have to worry about the pain that would come when they inevitably moved on from him, unable to handle his aloofness anymore.

But, somehow, Justin managed to get under his defenses, and so when Justin left him, it hurt. A lot. Brian started drinking more back then to avoid thinking about the silence left in the wake of the blond’s unceremonious exit from his cohabitation at the loft. Nothing had worked, not like Justin coming back into his life had. Michael and Ted had walked on eggshells around him during that time. Both weren’t sure why Brian was even miserable over Justin, because how dare the kid know what he want and then go after it.

Now, Justin had been gone for a few months. Brian was extremely proud of him for the work he was doing to turn his gay comic into a film, but god, he missed him. Brian took a bottle of water out of his fridge and contemplated whether or not he wanted to meet Michael and Ben at Babylon for a night out. After doing a mental assessment, Brian decided he didn’t have the energy to leave his loft again before work the next day. Having a night alone at home sounded perfectly wonderful to him. Hell, if he really felt the urge, once he showered, Brian could call up a stranger for some fun.

Brian loosened his tie and untucked his shirt while unbuttoning the cuffs. His shower was desperately calling his name. Brian took a deep breath, let it out, and closed his eyes against the stress just under the surface. His mind wandered to the trip to LA he was supposed to take two weeks prior, but had bailed on. Justin had sounded so happy to be in LA that Brian thought his visit would just convince Justin to come back to Pittsburgh. No, the blond deserved to have the opportunity to spread his wings and follow his dreams. He was only 21, after all. Still very young and full of excitement about the world.

Brian felt the tension melt away as the hot water streamed down his body. He’d gotten so used to single showers over the last few months that he wondered if it would ever feel right again to share the shower with another man. Hell, if Justin came back, would Brian still want to shower with him? His brain supplied a yes, but his heart questioned whether or not that was logically sound.

After he finished showering, Brian wrapped his towel around his waist and tried not to think too much about the unused towel sitting on the other rack. Justin would come back eventually, and he had to trust that. Brian shook his head to dispel the excess amount of water still clinging to his brunet locks. Leaning over the sink, Brian set about doing his skincare routine. Once that was done, he found all his energy had been zapped from him. All he wanted to do was lay on his bed and smoke a cigarette, eventually falling asleep – alone.

Just after Brian had lit his cigarette, the door to the loft slid open, revealing a travel-weary Justin. The blond stopped just inside the door and smiled toward Brian. Brian took a long drag from his cigarette but never broke the eye contact he and Justin now held. The younger man dropped his bag just off to the side of the kitchen and made his way across the space that stood between himself and Brian’s bed. Once Justin made it to the bed and pliantly collapsed onto it, Brian turned his head slightly to stare at the man and smirked.

“How was your flight, Sunshine?” Brian sing-songed in his teasing voice.

Justin reached over and plucked the cigarette from Brian’s fingers. He took a long drag, held the smoke in his lungs for a bit, closed his eyes, and exhaled.

“Long.”

“I bet. So, no guys worth joining the mile-high club for?” Brian smirked and stole his cigarette back once more.

“God, no. The flight was all middle-aged businessmen, fathers with noisy children, or” Justin paused to shudder, “women.”

Brian gave a full-on belly laugh at that statement. God, he had missed the way Justin knew how to make him laugh despite himself. “That’s a shame.”

“Besides, I’d only want to join that club if it’s with you.” Justin turned onto his side and stared down Brian with the most seductive eyes the brunet had ever experienced from the younger man.

“I’m flattered, Sunshine.” Brian took another drag from the cigarette and silently passed it over to Justin.

As Justin took another inhale, Brian continued, “If I’m being completely honest, I thought you were never coming back.”

“I almost didn’t,” Justin admitted, no hesitation in his voice. It was a level of trust and intimacy Brian preferred to avoid whenever possible but Justin managed to pull from him just the same.

“Why did you?” Brian really was curious about what Justin missed enough about Pittsburgh that it seemed more glorious than sunny LA.

Justin passed the cigarette back to Brian. He then turned back onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “Because everything out there is so fake, shallow, and meaningless. I would have ended up someone I wouldn’t even like.”

Silence fell between them ever so briefly, but then Justin continued, “Besides, Pittsburgh does have one thing that LA could never have.”

He looked over at Brian, his eyes swimming with love and adoration. It normally would’ve turned Brian’s stomach and caused the man to run away. But, for some reason, hearing Justin admit that Brian kept him from staying in LA made the older man feel good about himself. Justin wanted to come back to Pittsburgh because Brian meant that much to him. Not that he was giving up on a dream, but instead taking advantage of another.

It threw Brian off completely, but eventually, he found himself able to respond. It wasn’t a confession of his own, but it might as well have been. In his own way, Brian knew Justin would understand the heaviness of what he was saying underneath the guise of asking about Babylon.

“We could still go out to Babylon. See Michael and Ben.” Brian watched as Justin mulled over the words.

“I’d much rather stay here with you.” Justin shrugged and then scooted over enough that he could rest his head on Brian’s chest.

It was the most intimacy Brian had ever allowed from Justin, and yet it felt the most right. The blond belonged right here in Brian’s loft with him. Always, or at least until the kid wised up and realized Brian wasn’t worth the effort.

“Okay,” Brian whispered, moving his hand up to run his fingers through Justin’s hair. With his other hand, he stubbed out the cigarette and placed it on the ashtray. A comfortable silence hung in the air. Brian found he couldn’t be happier than he was in that moment.

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #brian x justin #fanfiction #start of season 5 compliant #qaf prompt challenge 2024

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lonestardaily · 3 years ago

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Each week Lone Star Daily looks to provide you with a decent (not comprehensive) list of the fanfics that have been posted for the week. The week runs from Friday - Thursday, as that way it does give us an opportunity to put the list together. There’s no requirement to tag us as we will check the tags #911 lone star fic and #911lsfic while also combing through ao3. We currently are only going to post new fics, not updates. You can check out this week’s fics below the cut.

Please feel free to give this post a boost to give our writers a chance to receive some love for the work they do for the fandom.

(if your fic is not tagged with a tumblr, it’s because we couldn’t find one - feel free to send us a message and we’ll be happy to add one)

TARLOS FICS

Among My Stillness Was a Pounding Heart by @tailoredshirt

↳ (TK x Carlos | Proposal Fic | T | 3958)

TK took a deep breath. “I think we need to talk about what happened last fall. With the loft.”

Carlos’s brain was skipping around from one feeling to the next like a pinball. “With…when we broke up?”

“Yeah.”

“You…want to talk about the breakup,” Carlos said slowly. “While I’m proposing to you.”

TK squeezed his hands. “Yes. Please.”

What is time but the relentless passage to the inevitable by @sapphire11

↳ (Andrea x TK, TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | T | 8084)

They were finally in a great place and they thought they had all the time in the world for which they were planning amazing things. What happens when TK gets a phone call that causes time to speed up at the same time as it potentially stops? TK has to lean on his family in order to get through the devastating situation until time begins to move normally again. If it ever begins normally again, TK swears he’ll never waste another second.

Set about 3 years into the future from near the end of Season 3.

Forever In Your Eyes by @chaotictarlos

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | M | 2312)

Carlos gets hurt and TK learns what it’s like to be on the other side of the bed.

you’re tethered to another (and you’re worried all the time) by @doublel27

↳ (TK x Carlos, TK x daughter, Carlos x Daughter | Future Kid Fic | T | 6307 )

Raising a teenager was never going to easy, but it can feel infinitely harder when your child's present bumps up against the past.

I Don't Want To Live Life Without You by @introverted-explorer

↳ (TK x Carlos | Spec Fic | T | 920 )

“I can’t lose him too,” TK all but whispered, voice hoarse with disuse. Carlos isn’t even entirely sure he had said anything until he looked over at TK’s strained expression.

Gwyn’s death had hit him hard, but losing a man he so clearly saw as a part of his life, for the rest of it, was something surely to be downright painful. If not for himself, for his partner, and the future they were so sure they would have. “I know, baby. He -”

“No.” TK cuts him off, looking directly into his eyes. Carlos can feel the anxiety and grief in his core. “You don’t get it, Carlos. If he dies, I have no one.”

Then love knew it was called love by @tailoredshirt

↳ (TK x Carlos | Fluff | G | 1137)

After being away for two weeks, Carlos comes home to TK.

More than a little stomach flu by @sapphire11

↳ (TK x Carlos | Hurt/Comfort | G | 4304)

Carlos thinks he's caught the stomach bug that's spreading throughout the first responder community. Only it's something much more serious.

Save a Horse by @chicgeekgirl89

↳ (TK x Carlos | Domestic Fluff | T | 3096)

T.K. heads out to the ranch for the weekend and gets to see a whole new side of Carlos.

Words by @ravens-words

↳ (TK x Carlos, TK x Gwyn | Fluff and Angst | T | 964)

Tarlos in NY when Gwyn gives birth.

Blood on the tracks, fire in the hills by thenorthface

↳ (TK x Carlos, Carlos x OG Character | Breaking Up & Making Up | M | 11356)

Fifteen months after they broke up, Carlos and T.K. are thrown together again at the scene of a murder

Silhouettes with no regrets by @bluenet13

↳ (TK x Carlos | Domestic Fluff | T | 2121)

TK and Carlos + watching Heartstopper = Lots of feelings, emotional conversations, and other fun times on the couch.

you’ve got to be kitten me! by percvjackson

↳ (TK x Carlos | Domestic Fluff | T | 1043 )

tk and carlos got a cat, but the cat doesn't seem very fond of one of it's owners

code seven by falloutmars

↳ (TK x Carlos, Carlos x 126 | Coda | T | 1373)

It’s a slow and boring shift when the text comes in, and Carlos is grateful for that, both for the text and the way it interrupts his already long day. Oftentimes, he’ll be in the middle of some important paperwork when he gets texts like this and has to decline, or, worse, at a scene and only able to ignore his phone until it’s too late to head over. On those days, he just hopes TK packs him some leftovers.

But today, Carlos is lucky. A slow crime day is always good and safer—despite it being boring—but it’s even better when your boyfriend texts inviting you over to investigate a code seven.

don’t go blindly into the dark by @kiras-sunshine

↳ (TK x Carlos | AU | T | 68587)

TK never thought that one of the most urgent problems in his life would be finding a good pediatrician out of Austin, Texas. To be fair, he never thought he would be a single parent and living in Austin, and that he would buy a small house just out of city center, but life has a funny way of keeping surprising him in the most unexpected of moments.

126 FICS

fun and games (and friendly discussions) by falloutmars

↳ (Nancy x Mateo, TK x Carlos | Coda | T | 2717)

the gang discuss the news of Nancy and Mateo's relationship.

CHARACTER FICS / OTHER PAIRINGS

The Stain You Can’t Wash Out by @marjansmarwani

↳ (Owen, Owen x TK | Coda | N/R | 4752)

In Owen’s experience, guilt went hand in hand with grief. — An(other) Owen character study that wouldn’t leave me alone after 3x16

#ls daily ff #911 lone star #911 lone star fic

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buckleyblueyes · 3 years ago

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ahh that's amazing! thank you in advance. I got this idea into my head: what if there is this one time they're all on a call, and maybe it's something that hits a little too close to home for Buck, maybe it's playing on his fears and insecurities, but the moment Buck sees what they're dealing with he gets SCARED, and freezes, and subconsciously grabs Eddie's hand, because Eddie makes him feel safe. He is his best friend (who he's in love with, ofc) after all. Eddie is well. Surprised. Very much.

Anon! Thank you so much for your patience with this one! I know it's been ages since you sent it in. I hope it's worth the wait and that I did justice to your prompt! (CW: drowning)

Eddie feels Buck tense up beside him as soon as Bobby tells them where they're going: Splash Zone Water Park. They have calls to pools fairly often, and Buck always gets a little bit tense going into it, no matter how long it’s been since the tsunami. Eddie presses his knee against Buck’s in the truck, offering a silent comfort to his friend. Buck seems to push down his fears by the time they pull up to the scene, forcing himself to shift into Firefighter Buckley mode as they make their way through the park. Eddie lets himself be relieved, until they arrive in front of the wave pool.

Of course it’s the goddamn wave pool. Even worse, there’s a nine year old boy laid out on the stone patio next to the pool, dripping wet, brown hair plastered to his forehead. He’s unconscious, bleeding from the side of his head, and his chest isn't rising and falling like it should be. Buck freezes immediately at the sight, reaching out for Eddie with his right hand, and wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s left wrist. It takes Eddie a moment to realize that Buck is feeling for his pulse, grounding himself.

Eddie does his best to steady his breathing and heart rate once he realizes what Buck is doing. The sight in front of them is upsetting to him, of course it is, but he knows it’s worse for Buck. He’s not the one who walked around for hours not knowing if Christopher was dead or alive. He’s not the one who almost died himself (at least, not that day.) “It’s okay,” he murmurs quietly, so only Buck can hear. “I’m here, I’m alive. That’s not Christopher.” It’s purely a medical call at this point, so he makes no attempt to move away from Buck as Hen and Chimney begin administering CPR to the boy. His mother is crying, wailing, begging them to save him. His lips are turning blue. Buck’s grip on Eddie’s wrist is like a vice.

“We got a pulse!” Hen finally calls out.

Buck’s grip doesn’t loosen, but Eddie does hear him let out of a heavy breath. He twists his hand out of Buck’s grip just enough that he can slide his arm up, so Buck is no longer holding his wrist, but is holding his hand. He gives Buck’s hand a firm squeeze and finally hazards a glance up at the man in question. Buck is staring at their intertwined hands now, confused. At least, Eddie decides, he’s distracted from the drowning boy. He runs his thumb along the back of Buck’s hand, in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.

He knows they’re crossing some kind of line here, that hand holding in the middle of an emergency scene (even one where their presence turned out not to be strictly necessary) is not something that he’ll be able to brush off as strictly platonic. It doesn’t scare him like it used to, though. Maybe it’s because he watched Buck date Taylor, so he knows how much worse it would be to not have Buck, or maybe it’s all the therapy he’s been in since the shooting. Either way, Eddie’s not afraid anymore. He and Buck have been on the edge of something--or maybe everything--for months, so if holding Buck’s hand will help ground him, keep his mind from thrusting him back in time, then it’s a risk Eddie is willing to take.

Hen and Chimney are loading the boy into the ambulance--he is breathing again, still unconscious and probably severely concussed, but alive--when Bobby finally makes his way over to them. He takes in the haunted look in Buck’s eyes, and the fact that their hands are still tightly clasped together, and frowns.

“You boys alright?” He asks, but he’s looking at Buck.

Buck nods slowly. “I--Yeah. Just...Brought up some bad memories.”

“This was a rough one,” Bobby agrees. “I’m gonna take us off rotation for a while when we get back to the station.”

“Thanks, Cap,” Eddie says. Buck doesn’t say anything.

Bobby smiles in that warm, fatherly way of his, looking between them. “Take care of each other.”

As if there’s any universe where they wouldn’t.

Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck’s hand until they get back to the station, and only because he needs two hands to cook.

“I’m not hungry,” Buck says, still hovering in Eddie’s space.

“You were about to eat before the call came in,” Eddie insists gently. “You need to eat.”

“And you’re gonna cook for me?” Buck shakes his head. “I think I’ll take my chances with starvation.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, pulling out a griddle and a clean spatula. “I think I can handle grilled cheese, Buck.”

Buck’s mouth opens and closes in surprise. “Grilled cheese?”

“Maddie may have mentioned making it for you a lot growing up.” Eddie flushes slightly at having to admit he’s talked to Maddie about Buck. “I thought it would be comforting.”

Buck stares at him, eyes wide and mouth turning up into a tentative smile. “Yeah, it is.”

“Good,” Eddie smiles back. “Now, go sit down.”

Eddie bustles about the kitchen, pulling out the good buttermilk bread that Chimney always buys instead of the whole wheat bread that Bobby puts on the list, the pre-sliced cheddar cheese, and the butter. “After we eat, how about we video call Christopher?” It’s late in the afternoon, he’ll be home from school by now.

Buck lets out a long exhale. “Yes, please.”

Eddie flips the bread slices on the griddle and places the cheese slices on the toasted side. “Great.”

“I--” Buck starts. “I didn’t know how to ask.”

Eddie looks up from the sandwiches. “How to ask for what?”

“To talk to Christopher,” Buck draws patterns on the tabletop with his index finger. “I know I’m not--He’s not mine.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything at first, just plates up the sandwiches, brings them over to the table, and sits down next to Buck, who takes a small, tentative bite.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“What?”

“You said Christopher isn’t yours,” Eddie picks up his sandwich, but doesn’t bite into it. “I don’t think that’s true.”

Buck is staring at him again, confused.

“Look, I don’t know what we are anymore, Buck,” Eddie admits. “Things are different between us now, and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that you love Christopher, and that he loves you just as much. If that doesn’t give you a right to call him, to reassure yourself that he’s okay, then I don’t know what does.”

“I…” Buck’s eyes fill with tears.

"It's okay, Buck." Eddie reaches over to wipe Buck's tears with his thumb. “Just eat your grilled cheese."

Buck does as he’s told, making it halfway through the sandwich in three bites. “You know, there’s no law that says we have to wait until we finish eating to call Christopher.”

Eddie raises a skeptical eyebrow, looking up from his own half-eaten lunch. “Will you actually finish eating if we call now?”

“Absolutely.” Buck takes a big bite to prove his point. “See?” He says, through a mouthful of food. Something so childish shouldn’t be so endearing, and yet, somehow it is.

Helpless, Eddie pulls out his phone. Carla answers on the second ring. “You better have a good reason for interrupting math homework.”

“I do.” Eddie assures her. “Can you put Chris on?”

Carla gives him a look, but does as he asks. Christopher is grinning--probably excited to have his math homework interrupted “Hi, Dad!”

“Hey, kid.” Eddie can’t help but return his son’s smile. “How’s the math homework going?”

Christopher’s smile falters slightly. “Oh, it’s good.”

Somehow Eddie doesn’t totally believe that, but it’s not important now. “Listen, I’ve got somebody here who wants to say ‘hi’, is that okay?”

The boy’s smile comes back even wider than before. “Is it Buck?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, loud enough that the phone can catch it. “It’s me.”

“Hand the phone to Buck, Dad!” Christopher is bouncing with excitement. “Hand the phone to Buck!”

He does, scooching his chair closer so he can still see the screen himself, and before Buck can even greet Christopher, the kid is launching into a monologue.

“Buck! Dr. Lassiter assigned us a big, semester-long project for science class, can you pleeeaaase help me with it? I want to build a model of the solar system, but it has to be totally accurate.”

The tension Buck's body has been holding onto since the phrase “water park” fell from Bobby’s lips is finally starting to fade.

“Absolutely. Do we want it to move?”

Christopher’s eyes widen on screen. “Yes!”

Buck laughs. “Well then, we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

Eddie smiles softly, as Buck and Christopher begin planning their project. He knows he must look like a lovesick fool, but to be fair, that’s what he is. He rests one hand over the crook of Buck’s elbow, and doesn’t miss the pink that appears across his cheeks.

“Alright, you three,” that’s Carla’s voice, “Somebody still has math homework to finish, and I’m sure you boys will have to get back to work soon.”

Eddie sighs. Carla is right, unfortunately. But Buck looks lighter than he has all day. “We better do what Carla says.”

“Will you come over after work?” Christopher asks. They won't get off until after Christopher will already be at school, so Buck will probably go to his loft after work. But Eddie doesn’t doubt now that Christopher has asked, Buck will manage to make it over to their house by the time Christopher is home from school. He wonders if it's too soon to ask Buck to sleep in his bed, instead of going to his loft at all. It's yet another line to cross, but at this point Eddie's lost track of all the lines they've crossed.

“You bet,” is Buck’s answer. “Now get back to your math!”

“Okay, dad,” Christopher says, rolling his eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm. It’s meant to be a joke at Buck’s expense, but Eddie can see the breath catching in Buck’s throat all the same, so he pulls the phone from his hand and takes over.

“Good-bye, Christopher! We love you!”

“Bye Dad! Bye Buck! I love you guys, too.”

Buck finds his voice again. “Bye Superman!”

“So,” Eddie says, putting the phone down. “Do you feel better now?”

“Eddie…” Buck hesitates, dropping his hand down so it rests over Eddie’s. His skin is warm and rough and unlike earlier Eddie can actually enjoy the feeling. “Thank you.” He’s thanking Eddie for more than just the grilled cheese and the phone call, and Eddie knows it.

His answer is simple. He turns his hand over, and interlocks their fingers. “Always, Buck.”

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jkstompers · 4 years ago

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noise complaints | myg

pairing: min yoongi x female reader

summary: yoongi is tired of his loud, video game addicted roommate, so he decides to move out and get his own apartment for some peace and quiet. but with his luck, gets you as his neighbor: a girl who plays bass in a band and hates the feeling of earbuds in her ears.

word count: 5.8k

genre: neighbor!au, producer yoongi, bassist oc, pwp ( ；∀；) i tried but rlly it’s just... smut

warnings: mature!! (18+!), explicit language, smut, making out, fingering, dom!yoongi, he’s a little mean

author’s note: hi!!!!!! in honor of yoongi’s birthday, i wanted to post this fic that i had sitting in my drafts! i hope u enjoy!! (´⌣`ʃƪ) pls let me know what u think!

banner pic creds here <3

yoongi doesn’t know how to tell his roomate, mark, that his gaming obsession has driven him to take extreme measures that consist of: moving out. he never stops playing video games. all day, all night, his eyes are fixed on the computer or tv screen, always screaming to his team mates about where to go or who’s fucking up. yoongi’s not sure if he can take it anymore.

he’s finally saved up enough to move into an apartment of his own, he’s been planning this for almost 6 months; already visited the apartment complex, discussed prices, background checks, etc. all yoongi really needs to do is finish signing the papers and start moving in.

he decides to just let mark know, no sugarcoat. as yoongi expected, mark practically begs on his knees for him to stay. his parents are paying for his share of the apartment but only if he splits the cost with a roommate, but yoongi’s gone through two years of it already, he’s over it. over the next few days, mark watches yoongi dejectedly as he packs his things.

by the end of the week, yoongi has finished packing and already signed the lease. he tells mark ‘good luck’ and leaves him in the dust, hopefully he’ll find another roommate, but that’s beyond yoongi’s concern now. all he has to worry about now is unpacking his boxes in his brand new apartment.

he looks around at the empty space, with the boxes cornered in one section. he smiles to himself, no noisy roomates, no unwashed dishes, no dirty laundry, ah, finally. peace and qui—

and that’s when he hears the blare of your speakers, it’s not loud enough for the entire complex to hear, but the music obviously bleeds through the shared wall. yoongi groans, knowing that this could be a complete repeat of mark. he’s not sure if he should knock on your door and ask you to lower the music down, it’s only his first day here. don’t you treat your neighbors with respect? why are you so loud?

yoongi decides to ignore it for now. he unpacks his things and starts furnishing the room so he can have a place to sleep for the night. when everything is put together, he feels the weight of the day; how much he’s been lifting and how he’s now renting an apartment hits him all at once. the dull pain resonates in his arms, his head starting to ache, and you’re still playing your fucking music. he can’t take it anymore, especially not with this ache getting worse.

yoongi feels his fist knock angrily against your door three times, he waits for you to open the door. except, he was not expecting a pretty girl to answer, he was expecting maybe an obnoxious frat guy; he’s absolutely flustered. you stand there and look up at him confused, “hi? did you need something?” your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“i’m— uh, i’m your neighbor, i’m sorry to disrupt, but if you could just lower your music down a bit, i’m really tired, and—” he starts but a gasp of excitement leaves you, cutting him off.

“my neighbor?! that apartment has been empty for so long! i’m so sorry, i was just so used to no one being able to hear! welcome! i’m ___!” you greet him cheerfully, taking his hands into yours and shaking them. yoongi feels his cheeks turn pink, your hands are soft and you’re so pretty.

“my name is yoongi,” he replies, he stands there not really knowing how to respond to the way you’re so excited. he wishes he could reciprocate but his head is pounding, all he wants to do is sleep.

you pick up on his energy, letting go of his hands to wave him off, “i’ll turn the music off for today, get some rest, yoongi, if you need help, some sugar or something, you can always just knock on my door,” you smile.

yoongi nods, “thank you, ___, goodnight.”

“goodnight, yoongi! nice meeting you,” you reply, closing your door. you blush behind the door, a neighbor? a cute one at that? there’s a sudden rush of adrenaline pulsing through your veins, testing you, telling you to blast your music just so he could come back and you could look at him one more time. but you decide it’s better not to, he said he was tired, maybe tomorrow.

yoongi returns to his apartment, thankful that you kept to your word and kept the music off. his body drifts his pounding head to sleep.

two weeks had gone by before yoongi’s eyes, he spent most of it buying furniture since the apartment looked so bare. one upside to a loft apartment was that he didn’t have to buy too much furniture, a bed, a couch, a tv, and maybe a rug was enough for him, for now of course.

in the time that’s passed, he’s learned that you like playing music when you’re studying, cleaning, when you’re doing anything really. whenever he thinks it’s too loud, he knocks through the wall, you get the hint most of the time. he’s also learned that you can play the bass and that you’re in a band. speaking of that, you’re having a meeting with them right now, and yoongi can hear every word of it.

your band mates decided to barge into your apartment today, waking you from your study nap and telling you that you all need to practice. the volume of their voices is jarring, you never realized how loud you and your surroundings were until yoongi moved in. you’re suddenly conscious about your volume at all times, his knocks whenever you were loud always made you feel terrible, but you couldn’t help but blush whenever you thought of him. you were torn, be loud and get his attention or be quiet and get on his good side.

“___! grab your shit and let’s go!” jungkook shouts. he’s the guitarist and lead singer of the band; he gets impatient sometimes.

“oh just let her daydream for a little bit, she’s probably thinking about her hot neighbor,” seulgi teases. she’s the drummer and your best friend. you don’t let her comment pass so easily, but you try to ignore the way your face heats up.

“you think he’s hot?” you quip back. a smirk on your face as you zip your bass into it’s case. yoongi is surprised at the way he can hear your voices so clearly, he wonders if you guys always talk this loud or if the walls are really that thin. “you haven’t even seen him yet,” you lug your bag over your shoulder.

“he sounds hot.” she shrugs, taking a bite of the apple she stole from your fruit basket. jungkook grows more and more antsy the longer you both talk.

“where’s taehyung anyway?” you ask. the realization comes to you when you feel a missing presence, knowing your 4th member would say something about yoongi.

“how nice of you to finally ask, he’s been waiting in the car for you slow pokes, let’s get going.” jungkook rushes, pushing you and seulgi out of the door. you turn to lock the door when you hear the door to your left slide open.

“oh my god, jungkook look, he’s hot.” seulgi smacks jungkook’s shoulder to make him look. your eyes are glued on the figure standing outside of apartment 77.

“hi— hey, yoongi,” you greet him while locking your door. it’s embarrassing the way the three of you are all almost drooling at the sight of him.

“hi, ___,” he sends a small smile to you, looking over to your bandmates hesitantly. yoongi notices jungkook, an assumption is made in his head almost immediately, boyfriend?

you scramble next to them and introduce them, “yoongi, these are my bandmates, seulgi, she plays the drums, and jungkook, he plays guitar and sings, there’s taehyung too, he plays guitar too but he— he’s um, in the car.”

“ah, nice to meet you.” he nods, greeting them as well. “i actually have to get to work, but it was cool meeting you all,” he excuses himself. you all wave to him.

“way to be fucking awkward guys,” you scold them when you’re all walking to the car. taehyung looks up from his phone to see the three of you walking his way, he starts the car once you open the door.

“hey, not our fault he’s good looking,” jungkook shrugs and seulgi holds her hand up for a high five, which he gladly gives her.

“not fair! you guys got to see ___’s hot neighbor while i was stuck in the car? i knew i should have just came in,” taehyung grumbles, pulling out of the apartment complex’s parking lot.

“it just so happened that he was leaving his apartment the same time we were, maybe you’ll meet him too tae,” you rub his arm. a somewhat sarcastic tone in your voice. taehyung rolls his eyes, starting the drive to the studio.

the music in the car was overshadowed by taehyung and seulgi arguing about when you and yoongi would finally hook up. you had to remind them that he hasn’t even been here a month yet, and that you guys barely talk besides the small hellos and awkward run ins when you’re doing laundry. it seems to keep them quiet, taehyung parks in the lot and you all move into the studio, making your way to the practice room the owners thankfully let you use to rehearse.

a couple songs are played and you all vote for a break. taehyung and jungkook having a guitar battle, seulgi leaning back against the wall on her phone, and you, need to pee! you leave the room and use the bathroom as usual, but a familiar bleach blonde head turns the corner and starts to walk down the hallway towards you, the breath you’re holding turns into a gasp when you realize it’s him. “yoongi?! why are you here?”

he looks up from the ground, looking as surprised as you when he realizes you were talking to him, “i work here, why are you here? are you following me?” he grills, you scoff at the question.

“i’m with my band, we’re rehearsing,” you explain. he raises his eyebrows, you’re not sure what it means. “you don’t believe me?” you pose.

“it’s just a little suspicious,” he shrugs, yoongi knows exactly what he’s doing. he hopes his hint makes sense to you, he’s never really been good at flirting. a familiar feeling erupts in his stomach, one that people could call butterflies whenever he saw you. he really just wants to see you play, and to hear you sing, that’s what he wants the most.

“uh, i can bring you to them? i promise i’m here with my band,” you laugh, warmth spreading to your cheeks. there is no way in hell that you’re going to play in front of yoongi. you were confident sure, but your embarrassing crush on him will make your fingers shake when you try to press the strings down. it’ll be a shitshow!

“can i pee first?” his small laugh brings a smile to your face. boys pee fast, you’ve learned that over time, so yoongi doesn’t take long. you’re both walking back down the hallway, “your boyfriend isn’t angry that you’re with me?” the random question makes your steps stutter.

“i’m sorry, what? boyfriend?” your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare up at him, his face isn’t showing any sign of humor, he’s serious.

“you’re not dating one of your band mates? isn’t that how it usually goes?” his lips purse as you continue to walk to the room that your band is occupying, he’s so serious that it makes you laugh.

“oh my god, yoongi, i’m single as a pringle, they’re my best friends, our number one rule is to never date within the band, that’s how things get messy,” you explain. a weight is taken off of yoongi’s shoulders, it wasn’t his fault he thought of it; you’re beautiful and surrounded by people that probably want you as much as he does.

“oh,” he answers, you both turn the corner and approach the door, “good to know.” the door opens to your three members looking at the two of you with raised eyebrows.

“oh my god, it’s him,” seulgi points to yoongi with her drumstick. you wave your hand to signal her to put it down, ‘it’s rude!’ you mouth.

“are you yoongi?” taehyung asks, taking his guitar and putting it down on it’s stand. yoongi nods, holding his hand out to shake taehyung’s, which he doesn’t take. instead taehyung pulls him into a hug, yoongi doesn’t expect the sudden action of affection, his arms not knowing what to do. “it’s so nice to finally meet you! ___ talks about you a lot,” taehyung’s confession makes your face flush.

“taehyung! what the fuck!? i’ve talked about you like twice, yoongi, i swear,” you defend yourself, pushing taehyung off of him. you laugh awkwardly, yoongi shoots you both a gummy smile.

“nice to meet you, taehyung,” he completely ignores your defense. he finds it cute, your flustered face as you try to tell taehyung to shut up.

“anyways,” you huff. “yoongi thinks i followed him here, so i am showing proof that i’m actually here with you guys and not stalking him.”

your friends snort at the same time, “actually, yoongi, we have no idea who this girl is! i think she’s following you,” taehyung whisper-shouts, you smack his shoulder.

“no but really, ___ we were just gonna call it a day, seulgi said she has to go to a family dinner soon and taehyung said he was hungry,” jungkook speaks up. it’s then that you realize that their instruments were almost all packed. yoongi looks down at you, a small smile on his face once he realizes what they’re trying to do.

“i leave to pee for five minutes and you guys hatch a plan to ditch me?!” you cross your arms over your chest.

“well… we just told you, so, technically we didn’t ditch you, also i can’t drop you off, yoongi, you can drop her off, right?” taehyung smiles to him.

“i—“ yoongi starts but you cut him off with plans to scold your members. they knew exactly what they were doing and you weren’t having it.

“taehyung, you’re dropping me off, let’s not bother yoongi,” you move to pack your bass but yoongi shakes his head.

“i can drop you off,” he smiles.

“oh, see! perfect! thank you, yoongi.” taehyung grabs his hand and gives him a good shake, before you know it your members are out the door.

you sigh as you lift your case and sling it over your shoulder, “it’s okay, yoongi, i can walk.”

he rolls his eyes, “don’t be ridiculous, are you hungry? we can eat first.”

his hand is outstretched and you’re not sure what it means, does he want to hold your hand? but no, he’s asking for your bass, so he can hold it instead of you. you reject his offer, “i can hold it.”

“you’re really stubborn,” he notes. it makes you snort.

“you’re not into stubborn girls?” the joke slips from your mouth before you can think.

this is the perfect time, yoongi thinks. “if it’s you, maybe i’ll make an exception.”

you try your best not to show any type of reaction, but you can’t really ignore the way your heartbeat quickened. yoongi leads you to his car, putting your bass in the trunk as you get comfortable in the front seat. he follows you soon enough and is driving out of the studio parking lot.

“you don’t have to work?” you question. getting into the car of someone you barely know is quite risky of you, but he was your neighbor, and he was hot. that doesn’t give you a reason to trust him, though for some reason, you think you can rely on yoongi, it’s a gut feeling.

“technically i work all day, i’m on my own schedule, i basically spend the entire day in the studio,” he explains. his focus is on the road but from his peripheral he can see your body turned to him, and your eyes glued on him.

“workaholic?” you guessed, he smiles.

“you could say that.”

“that’s good then, i’m giving you a reason for a break!” you clap, your nervousness fading as you start to get comfy with yoongi.

a friendship blooms from that lucky, odd encounter that day.

you forgot how long it’s been since you officially met yoongi and spent the day with him, maybe two months? three months ago? you never kept track. but you do remember that things changed after that. the two of you so obviously flirting with each other whenever you had the chance. yoongi would offer you a ride to the studio, which you greedily took whenever he asked; because he was a cool guy to be with, and in all honesty you were trying to put the moves on him. you’re not sure if he’s taking the hints though, you’ve never been good at the shy type of flirting, most of the time you’re upfront.

speaking of being upfront: yoongi hasn’t really been complaining about your noise lately, and it’s been eerily quiet on his end. no knocks on the wall when your volume was a tad bit higher than usual, no texts telling you to ‘be quiet’ when you were practicing late at night, nothing. you figure it’s because the two of you have grown a lot closer. hanging out together and even making some inside jokes together type of close.

it’s soon that you figure out why yoongi hasn’t been upfront, complaining to you about your noise, because he talked to your apartment manager about it. you knew namjoon well, he was one of your classmates in college. his father originally owned the place, so he’s been taking over for him. you’ve grown close to namjoon due to situations that left you outside of your apartment multiple times without your keys. his master key saved your ass one too many times. so, when you received a letter from him in the mail this morning with a big red ‘important’ stamp on it. you knew you were in trouble.

the words noise complaints, your neighbor, and eviction were the only ones you needed to read for you to be stomping towards yoongi’s apartment. you didn’t care that it was ten in the morning and you’re banging on yoongi’s door. you knocked nonstop until he opened up. his sleepy face scrunched in confusion as he stood before you.

“___? what’s wrong?” his morning voice could have made you melt, if you weren’t so fucking angry. you step past him, moving inside his apartment. “okay, come in, i guess,” yoongi says as he shuts the door behind you.

“you complained about me?! i got a fucking letter from namjoon! he never sends letters!” you raise your voice. it’s too early in the morning to be yelling, your voice is a bit rough, it sounds like you’re croaking.

it’s also way too early for yoongi to be dealing with this, so his voice is soft when he says, “be quiet, we’re gonna get complaints from the other neighbors now too.” he walks up to you and your very angry expression. he just looks so kissable right now, it’s making you angrier. how could he look so perfect when you’re mad at him? that’s so rude!

you lower your voice when you ask, complying to his demand. you cross your arms over your chest, “why would you do that?”

yoongi laughs.

it makes your eyebrows furrow. was he not taking you seriously? you loved this apartment, you needed to live here. it makes the anger boil a little hotter. “you think this is funny, yoongi? i’ve—” your voice is raising once more.

this time yoongi rolls his eyes. “shut up.” his voice grew deeper than it already was, the bass traveling straight to your lower belly.

you try to act as if it had no effect on you, but your small silence before you spoke made things a little obvious. “excuse me? shut up?” you scoff. your feet carrying you closer to yoongi, breaking the distance in effort to intimidate. yoongi wasn’t one to be scared, if anything, he found it funnier.

but the way that your pretty face looks when you’re angry makes yoongi want to do more, wants to push and push because he can feel the tension between you both. you can too. “yeah, you’re so goddamn loud all the time, shut the fuck up.” he moves a little closer, the distance between you both is almost none.

it makes your eyes flicker to his lips. here you were, thinking that you were gonna teach yoongi a lesson, yet you want to kiss him. “want me to shut up?” your eyes move back to his, making eye contact. he licks his lips in anticipation. “make me,” you press.

you feel his soft hand against your cheek first, leading you to his lips. then it was the plush of his lips against yours. this feeling could definitely make you shut up. before you knew it, you were pushing yoongi over to his couch. he breaks the kiss to plop down onto the couch, you follow suit, straddling his lap.

“if you wanted to make out with me, you could have just asked.” you spoke before reattaching your lips.

he smiles into the kiss, “where’s the fun in that?”

the kiss deepens, tongues exploring each other’s mouths and small whimpers escaping your throat. they go straight to yoongi’s groin, you can feel his hard cock against your core through your sweatpants. instinctively, you grind down, the feeling makes him groan out.

his large hands move to your ass, running over them and trailing up to your waist. his hands sliding under your shirt, you know you aren’t wearing a bra, and yoongi finds out soon after. his thumbs running right over your hard nipples, “eager?” he smirks.

you roll your eyes, “i’m just cold.” the lie makes yoongi scoff, tweaking your nipples between his thumb and index fingers. now, goosebumps raise over your skin, and it wasn’t because of the cold.

“take your shirt off,” he speaks against your lips. usually, you weren’t one to follow orders, your rebellious spirit screaming in your head, telling you to take control. but you’ve never wanted anything more than to let yoongi have you, let him do whatever he wants to you. because outside of this, he just seems so nice, never mean, never demanding. you can’t help but indulge in this new side of yoongi you’ve discovered.

so you’re taking your shirt off, the breeze created by his air conditioner makes you shiver, but yoongi's warm hands are there to comfort you. running them over your breasts, squeezing them just right as he kisses down your throat. “y-yoongi—” you whimper. his lips find a certain spot that has you grinding harder onto his dick.

“you aren’t very patient,” he speaks against your skin. “i’ll let it slide this time.” a tender kiss to your neck is placed before he lingers on the spot a little longer, sucking and licking, making sure to leave a pretty red mark. he makes his way to your nipple, wrapping his mouth around the bud and sucking. the feeling makes you throw your head back, his hand tweaks your other nipple, refusing to neglect it.

it was true, you were not patient. you hated waiting too long for something, just like how you hate the feeling of your warm core go uncared for. the grinding wasn’t enough at this point, you wanted more, needed it really. “are you gonna fuck me or not?” you push him gently off of your nipple.

an almost annoyed gaze is painted on his face, “are you going to beg?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you weren’t one to plead, “no.”

“then no,” he asserts. you purse your lips, complete dissatisfaction displayed on your face. “don’t worry, kitten, i’ll make you feel good.” yoongi gives in. he didn’t know how long he could hold back, your attitude makes him want to check you, make you cum as many times he wants you to until you’re obeying.

the nickname makes you drip. he’s pushing up from below, his leg kneeling onto the couch as he lays you down. your head lays against the pillow he has on the couch, yoongi gives you a swift kiss before he moves down, trailing kisses on the valley of your breasts and your stomach, stopping just before the waistband of your sweatpants. “yoongi,” you mewl.

“hm? wanna beg now?” he challenges. his fingers teasingly slipping under the band. your body reacts so easily to his touch, your hips slightly jerking up at the graze of his hands.

but you’re stubborn, not wanting to let yoongi win even though the only thing you want right now is for him to make you feel good. “no, never.” you shake your head.

yoongi doesn't verbally reply, instead, nodding and smirking to himself. “can i eat you out then?” he asks. you don’t trust your words, so you nod, knowing you’ll fall into the trap yoongi has set. “i need to hear you say it, kitten.”

“yes,” you quickly say.

yoongi quirks a brow. “yes, what?”

you roll your eyes, just once, you tell yourself. “yes, please.”

“good girl,” he praises. you hate to admit that you liked the way he called you a good girl. your sweatpants and panties are pulled down at the same time, revealing your wet pussy. “so pretty, baby.” he positions himself between your spread legs. you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

kisses against your thighs and pubic bone are what he starts off with, then a brief kiss to your clit that makes you gasp. “oh, god—” you lean your head back against the couch.

“also, just to let you know, the letter was a joke,” yoongi breathes. mouth ghosting your lips, where you need him the most.

at first you didn’t pay attention to what he said, a hum leaving your lips until then you realized, “what?!”

“i thought it’d be funny to scare you a little bit, namjoon and i are friends, i asked him if he could do it for me.” he explains with a smile on his face.

you rolled your eyes. you knew it was too serious to be namjoon, his style was more so speaking, not letters. you couldn’t be mad at him, at least you weren’t in trouble. but you play it up for the fun, “will you make it up to me?” a sly look on your face.

“what do you want?” he leans his head against your thigh, waiting patiently for your answer. his fingers ever so gently running up and down your thighs.

“your cock,” you demand with a mischievous smile. your hands run through his hair, eyes pleading because you won’t allow your mouth to let the words out.

yoongi acts like he thinks about it, but all he truly wants, is to devour your and make you feel so good. “you don’t deserve it.” he denies you of the pleasure you want, but he surprises you, running his tongue along your slit.

“oh— oh, yoongi,” you mewl. your hands moving to play with your boobs, but yoongi knocks your hands away. he directs them to his hair, telling you to pull. his hands replace yours, playing and tweaking with your nipples as his tongue does the work.

“taste so good, baby.” yoongi loves the sight of you so vulnerable in front of him. you’re bare, naked while yoongi still has all his clothes on. he loves it. your eager body twitching from the ministrations of his tongue. he pulls away for a second, “don’t cum until i say so.”

“that’s not— umph!” you start but yoongi retracts his hands from your breasts, bringing them back to your thighs to spread them further apart. your lips reveal your sweet spot for yoongi to take, and he’s relentless. the taste of you on his tongue drives him crazy. “that’s not fair,” you moan out.

yoongi doesn’t care. he loves being in control. so when your phone starts to ring, yoongi thinks this is the best time to assert dominance. “answer it,” he commands. he pulls away from your pussy, the loss of the feeling of his tongue makes you groan out in displeasure. in turn, yoongi rubs his middle and ring fingers against your clit. it makes you gasp. he slips the fingers in, your walls pulsating against his fingers. another moan leaves your lips. you were completely ignoring the rings coming from your phone. he repeats himself, “answer the phone, baby.”

“but,” you spoke. your worry being that you were so wound up and yoongi’s fingers were still residing inside of you. you knew it would be way too obvious.

“they won’t know,” he assures. a gentle touch against your thigh comforting you, making you believe this was a good idea.

your fucked out brain obliges, your hand moving to reach for your phone. jungkook’s contact name displayed on the screen, you press the green button and place the phone next to your ear. “jungkook? what’s up?” you answer. yoongi’s eyes locked onto yours as you speak.

“speaker,” he mouths. you nod, mindlessly obliging. taking the phone away from your ear and pressing the speaker button. his fingers dangerously still in your pussy, ready to cause chaos whenever he felt like it.

“dude! guess fucking what!” jungkook shouts over the phone. yoongi pushes deeper, bottoming out his fingers. it makes your eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

you’re moving the phone away so he doesn’t hear it, but yoongi is pushing your hand back into position. “what?” you cough, trying to cover the noise.

“you okay? you sound… weird.” jungkook snorts over the phone, you can hear seulgi and taehyung in the back, their bickering all too familiar.

“i— i’m good.” you nod even though he can’t see you.

“okay, well, this guy from a record label called earlier, he said he wants to take us all out to eat and talk about our future!” jungkook informs. your eyes widen. a record deal?! even yoongi reacts, a cute, surprised look on his face. how funny was it that you were receiving this news with yoongi’s fingers fucking you.

“you’re lying.” you sit up a little bit, leaning onto your forearm. yoongi decides to be nice, letting his fingers stay stagnant in your hole so you can enjoy the news.

“i’m serious! we’re on the way to yours right now to pick you up, be ready in five minutes,” he tells you.

“right now?!” you exclaim. yoongi smirks, starting to pumping his fingers in and out of you, making your breaths a little more labored. “oh— fuck,” you groaned, you tried to cover it up by making it sound like you were annoyed. but anyone could be able to tell what you were doing, the squelch of your pussy loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear probably.

“what the hell are you—” jungkook starts but you cut him off, yoongi’s fingers moving faster and the string in your belly about to snap from the tension.

“okay, jungkook! bye! love you! see you in a bit!” you rush the words out and press the big red button to hang up, throwing your phone onto the floor as yoongi leans over you with a smile on his face.

“congratulations, baby.” he punctuates his sentence with a quick circle around your clit. you’re so wound up, you could feel tears starting to build up in your eyes.

“yoongi, please, please let me cum.” you beg, giving in to his desires. the sound of your begging is music to his ears. he smirks, quickening the tight circles around your clit. your legs spreading wider if that was even possible.

yoongi’s plans were cut short due to your new plans, but he didn’t mind. he was happy for you, and he’s never wanted to make someone cum as much as he does now. “alright, kitten, cum whenever you want,” he whispers in your ear. his fingers coated in your wetness gliding against your clit, it feels way too good. the string in your belly snapping as soon as he gave you permission.

you found yourself letting out some of the loudest moans because yoongi was just that good. “holy fuck, yoongi,” you gasp. your chest rises and falls quickly, taking in as many breaths as possible.

“good job, baby.” he kisses your neck, letting you recover before slipping his fingers out and bringing them up to your lips. at first you furrow your eyebrows, this isn’t something you usually do; but when he says, “open,” you find yourself obliging easily. “good girl,” he smiles as you suck your cum off of his fingers.

you pull his fingers from your mouth when you’re sure you’ve sucked them clean, “i got a record deal dinner, min!” you rush to put your clothes on. yoongi tries his best to help, but all he wants to do is give you a big hug. he lets you put your clothes on before he’s holding you in his grasp, while you’re trying to make your way to his door. the two of you wobbling to his door.

“let me kiss you first, rockstar.” he smiles, his hand gently taking ahold of your face and giving you a kiss. it tastes just like you, the sultry memory that will live in yoongi’s brain for as long as it’s able.

he tries to kiss you once more, but you’re pushing him away. “i gotta go, yoongi,” you giggle. his hands holding you close to him, your back pressed against his front door as you kiss each other sloppily. “yoongi!” you smile, more laughs erupting as he helps you open the door. as soon as the door slides open, yoongi’s eyes move behind you, a sly smile on his face.

you turn to see your three band mates, all of their mouths agape. “i fucking told you! pay up, idiots!” seulgi smacks the both taehyung and jungkook’s shoulders.

your face blushes tomato red. you try to hide your face as you open your apartment door. before you turn the key, you hear yoongi congratulate the four of you. “good luck at your label meeting! make sure they don’t scam you,” he advises. your bandmates laugh, thanking yoongi and moving into your apartment. they don’t let you live down the embarrassment for the entire night.

when you come back home, you sit on your couch. a smile taking over your face when you think about how great the day was. you think the dinner went perfect, and when you hear a knock on your door, it has you rushing to open it.

yoongi stands outside your door with a cupcake and a single lit candle stuck in it. “congratulations!— it went well right?”

you stand in front of him, a sweet smile on your face as you nod. “i think they loved us,” you pull him into your apartment.

“of course they did! you guys are amazing!” yoongi hugs you, holding the cupcake above your head so it doesn’t get in your hair.

the rest of the night you and yoongi enjoy each other’s presence and the two of you talk about everything and nothing.

yoongi says the cupcake is just for you, but you take a knife and split it, “for us.” you give him a quick peck before eating your half, and then kissing him once more.

for us. it repeats in yoongi’s mind.

us.

yeah, he’d like that.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years ago

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The stars are our safe haven

Lena Luthor x Reader

Summary - Lena and Reader for the first time in real life.

Lena is in her office and it's been a long day. She has been dealing with a lot and she is feeling stressed out. She looks at the time and it's late, Lena grabbed the Obsidian North's contact lenses and puts them on. She looks around and she is in the same location... She is at a cabin by the lake and she starts to set the chessboard.

“You are on time,” Lena said.

“It's rude to be late for our game. Should we start?” You said.

You and Lena never met in real life, you met her through Obsidian North online. You never played chess in real life because it didn't interest you. But when you met Lena that changed. She always beat you in chess and she would explain how she won.

Lena never saw your face because you have a mask on, she doesn't. Every night and on the weekends, you meet up with Lena to play chess and just talk. You never once took off the mask and she doesn't pressure you but she is curious how you look.

“You weren't online for long yesterday. Is everything okay?” You said.

Lena sighed “Too much is going on. I needed a break and I came here”

“We don't have to play chess if you don't want to. I know you would be scared to play against me” You said.

You made Lena laugh and she rolled her eyes at you.

“Y/n, you do know I beat you 59 times and you haven't won one game,” Lena said.

“That's not how I remember,” You said.

She laughed again.

“Let's start the game, y/n,” Lena said.

You only told Lena your first name. She does know that you know about her family drama, but you never once asked for a favor or blackmailed her. You and Lena feel comfortable around each other and have deep conversations with each other. Lena hasn't opened up to anyone in a long time.

You and Lena start to play chess, and she won the first game. Lena does know about your family and your life. Lena has developed feelings for you, she does wonder now and then if you would feel the same way as her. Sometimes she would doubt that you won't like her because of family and other things.

“How’s your work,” Lena said.

“They cut my hours... So I'm learning less and my rent went up” You said.

“Oh... That must be rough” Lena said.

“It’s life. It was my mom’s birthday so we bought her gifts and a cake” You said.

“Last time, I celebrated my birthday was when I six years ago when my mother passed away. The Luthors are not really into celebrating together as a family unless it's an evil plan” Lena said.

Lena won the game the second time. You and Lena play again, but this time you set the board.

“Wow, now that's rough,” You said.

“We can play one more game. So... Um dating anyone?” Lena said.

“Nope. I was interested in someone but it wouldn't have worked out. You?” You said.

You look at the board and you think about what to do.

“I am interested in someone... But I don't know” Lena said.

Lena beat you in three moves.

“How the hell did you win?” You asked.

She laughed and she starts to explain.

---

A couple of days later...

You had a rough day and you put on the contact lenses. Lena is there, she can sense something is wrong by the look of your eyes. Lena hugged you and waited for you to say something. You like Lena’s arms around you, you felt safe.

“I won't pressure you to talk about it. When you want to talk about it, I will listen” Lena said.

“Thanks. I'm not ready to talk about it but yeah, I had a rough day” You said.

She kissed your head, she isn't sure why she did it. But she thought you would get angry about it but you didn't. After the hug, you and Lena talked about something else.

“Y/n, I was thinking maybe we can meet in real life?” Lena asked.

“Are you serious?” You asked.

“Yes. But only if you want to, I don't want to force you into something that you're uncomfortable with” Lena said.

“Can I think about it?” You asked.

“Of course,” Lena said.

You nod and she gave you a small smile.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✫

You have been thinking about what Lena said about meeting in person. You start to get ready for work, put on your headphones, and left your apartment. You start to listen to a podcast on how to get better at chess. You have strong feelings for Lena, but you doubt yourself and think you're not good enough for her. You always feel comfortable around her. You are having a hard time, thinking about meeting Lena in person.

You put on the contact lenses, she smiled. You asked Lena about her day and she asked about yours.

“Lena, I think we should meet in person,” You said.

“Are you sure, y/n?” Lena asked.

“Yeah, I'm sure. We have been friends online for almost five years. Maybe... We can meet somewhere in public at a cafe shop?” You said.

Lena smiled “yes, we can meet at a cafe shop. How I will know it's you?”

“I will wear a plain blue shirt,” You said.

“Okay, we will meet at The Jolly Goat Coffee Bar, tomorrow at four?” Lena said.

“Sounds good to me, Lena,” You said.

You and Lena smiled at each other.

---

The next day...

You are at the cafe shop. You're freaking out and Lena hasn't arrived yet. You keep looking at the time on your phone over and over. A few minutes later, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up.

“Y/n?” Lena asked.

“Hey L-Lena,” You said.

She sits across from you. She is feeling nervous and she bites her bottom lip.

“Sorry, I'm late the meeting went longer than expected,” Lena said.

“It's okay. I'm feeling really nervous right now” You said.

“Me too. But I'm happy that you wanted to meet and I got to see how you look” Lena said.

“I knew eventually the mystery wasn't going to last long,” You said nervously.

She nods.

“Should we order? My treat” Lena said.

“Yeah, let's order,” You said.

You and Lena are starting to feel less nervous. You love her green eyes and she can't stop smiling at you. You and Lena stayed at the cafe shop for a while, then left and walked around the park for a little bit.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✫

Since that day, you and Lena did meet up in person now and then. But other days, you meet her online. You and Lena still play chess together. Tonight changed everything

“Wow, y/n I can't believe you finally won a game,” Lena said.

You have a big smile on your face.

“To be honest, I have been reading books about chess, listening to podcasts about chess and I wanted to impress you,” You said.

“You wanted to impress me by getting better at chess? That is cute. Well, I'm glad I lost to you” Lena said.

“We will keep playing chess?” You asked.

“We would still keep playing, y/n,” Lena said.

You smiled but the next game you lost again. But you are still feeling hyped about the game you won.

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Today is Lena’s birthday and you wanted to do something special for her. For her, it's just another normal day and she only told you when is her birthday. You bought a small cake, a cute gift and you surprise Lena at her loft.

You have been to her loft before, she gave you the code to the keypad. She didn't know that you were coming over but she is happy to see you. You follow Lena to the kitchen, she is drinking wine and working on her laptop.

“Close your eyes, Lena,” You said.

“Okay,” Lena said.

Lena closed her eyes. You take out the cake, place the candles then light the candles with a lighter.

“Okay, Lena open your eyes,” You said.

Lena is surprised by what you just did for her.

“Oh y/n, you shouldn't have,” Lena said.

“Lena happy birthday. I wanted to surprise you, hope you like it” You said.

“I love it. Nobody has ever done this for me” Lena said.

Lena hugged you tight and she can't stop smiling. She stares into your eyes and you feel her lips on yours. You kiss her back, she pulls away and she apologized.

“Y/n, I am so sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Y/n, I like you as more than a friend... I have liked you for a while and if you don't feel the same, I hope we can be friends I don't want you out of my life” Lena said.

You are speechless about what she said. You try to say something but you just stutter.

“Lena... Lena, I do feel the same way I like you so much. But I feel I'm not good enough for you. I have a dead-end job, I can't take you to a expensive restaurant and I still live with my family... I can't afford to live on my own and I have two jobs” You said.

She gently grabs your hand.

“Y/n, I like you for who you are. What you did right now, I love it that you surprised me with a cake for my birthday. It doesn't bother me that you live with your family” Lena said.

You gave her a small smile.

“You should blow out the candles before the wax gets on the cake,” You said.

Lena kissed your cheek and she blows out the candles. You and Lena sit on the couch and eat cake together.

“Do you want to make it official?” Lena asked.

“Yes, I want to make it official. Like the cake?” You said.

She nods “its really good cake. Thank you, y/n”

You stay the night, later you and Lena cuddle in bed and watch Disney movies. During the movie, you and Lena start to make out but it doesn't go further. You feel her hand under your shirt on your lower back, she smiled and she keeps kissing you.

#lena luthor x reader #supergirl imagine #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor imagines #gender neutral fanfic

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hauntedbythefanficsofmypast · 4 years ago

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Goodbye Paris

Marinette is 17 and the other 18 in this Au.

Marinette's parents fall under Lila's spell as well. She starts filling them with lies about Marinette and soon they start believing her.

Lila accuses Marinette of sneaking out and hanging out with the wrong people. Sabine and Tom start believing her, especially when they notice she wasn't there one night. She was out patrolling as Ladybug.

Soon Marinette is on lock down barely able to leave her house. She struggles to even get out as Ladybug.

Her parents become more and more distant, soon not even talking to Marinette. No goodbyes, hellos, I missed you, or I love you, just silence. Marinette tries to combat the lies but her parents won't listen. She slowly gives up focusing on Hawkmoth, school, and designing.

Halfway through the year she opts to graduate early forfeiting walking at graduation. She doesn't even mention it to her parents, just focuses on getting money together for her own place while applying to colleges overseas. After she stops attending Chloe reaches out to her apologizing for everything she had done and asking for a second chance. Chloe moved to America with her mother, their junior year unable to handle akuma anymore. Marinette tells her their relationship will be rockey and first but she agrees to a new start.

It's right before the end of the school year when Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat Hawkmoth and get the two missing Miraculouses back. Chat gets mad when Ladybug refuses to reveal her identity and attempts to make her. She stops him and takes his Miraculous back as well revealing Adrien.

"This is goodbye Chaton. If you had taken this more seriously. Perhaps you could know it, but you never did."

She leaves him there returning home and safely putting the peacock and butterfly miraculouses away. After his defeat she stops patrolling as Ladybug and instead plans her move, not wishing to be with her parents any longer.

Once she stops patrolling petty crime begins to pick up again. The city starts crying out for Ladybug to return but Marinette wont. She can't be there for everything, it's time the police start doing their job again. After a month the city is outraged that Ladybug is nowhere to be seen. They take to Adrien who admits to being Chat Noir, he apologizes to Paris saying that Ladybug took his Miraculous. He tells them that he wants to help but she won't help him any longer. After his display Paris begins a smear campaign against Ladybug. Tired of this Marinette transforms and heads to the Eiffel Tower broadcasting to all of Paris her goodbye.

Marinette- I have heard the out cry at my disappearance, and I find it deplorable. I have been fighting since I was thirteen. Did any of you think of that? You have had a child fighting your battles for you with another child that never took it seriously! Now, now you smear my character, saying I am a villain after I have taken down Hawkmoth. All because I stopped patrolling and taking down petty criminals. Instead of looking at me you should be looking at your police force. I am done, I thought of coming back after college but after all this, no. This is goodbye Paris, for good.

After her speech Chloe video calls her asking her if she is okay. Marinette plays everything off saying she is fine until Chloe tells her that she knows she is Ladybug. Marinette hesitates trying to think of a cover but just sighs asking how Chloe knew. Chloe smiles and tells her that she grew up with the girl only and the imbecile would not be able to tell that their 'Everyday Ladybug' was their actual Ladybug. Soon after the girls get a request for Luka to join. Once he is on the call he offers his own word of comfort causing Marinette to groan and Chloe to laugh. Luka simply tells her that her song is the same beautiful piece in and outside of the mask. Marinette grumbles teasingly about Metas being annoying, causing Luka to chuckle smiling at her. She tells them that she is leaving Paris for good now that Hawkmoth is gone. Chloe encourages her to move to America and go to Juliard while Luka simply hums strumming his guitar. When he opens his eyes he tells her to follow the path that calls to her, causing Chloe to groan. Snapping at him Half heartedly he simply smiles at the two girls before saying he needs to get to bed, the girls smile saying goodnight and wishing him good luck with his show the next day before they hang up.

She is really thankful that she changed her designer name shortly after Lila came to her school. Now known as MDC she has a thriving online website and even has a few designers that follow her designs down to every single stitch. While she also helps them get their own lines started. She even begins to employ models, Chloe begging her most popular. Her clientele extended even more and she had a lot of famous musicians commissioning her. She was even commissioned by Megan Markle before she and Prince Harry got married, and was even invited to the wedding she attended with Kaalki's help.

Marinette applies to a few different colleges all in America knowing that staying in Paris was no longer an option. She is accepted at Juilliard, Harvard, and Gotham University, she wants to go to Juliard but something calls her to Gotham. She can't stop going back to Gotham's acceptance letter and ends up researching Githam and talking it over with Chloe and Luka. She doesn't make a decision until Luka tells her once again to follow the call. So she confirms attendance, not telling her parents as she leases an apartment in a safer part of Gotham. She gets in contact with one of her employed designers, Taylor in America and requests her help.

Taylor is the in-between for Marinette and interior designers in Gotham. Helping both sides design the and decorate the penthouse so its move in ready.

Soon after the penthouse is finished Marinette packs everything in her room slowly shipping out boxes to Taylor. A couple nights later when Marinette has everything except necessities shipped her parents request she moves out saying they don't even know her anymore.

"Don't worry I already have an apartment and everything set up near my college. I leave in three days. And you don't know me huh? Well I guess that's because you two haven't really been parents in a while. Now if you'll excuse me."

Tom and Sabine are shocked especially since Lila told them Marinette had decided not to go to college at all. They confront Marinette telling her not to lie about it. She simply sighs sadly and pulls out all three acceptance letters, telling them she isn't telling them which one she decided to go with because they'll no longer be a part of her life.

The day she is set to leave Jagged and Penny are outside in a limo waiting for her. Marinette walks out of the bakery smiling brightly as Jagged gets out hugging her tightly. She thanks him for coming to America with her till she gets settled in. The driver takes her suitcase, putting it in the trunk before opening the door once again letting Jagged and Marinette in. Before getting in and driving to the airport to take Jagged's private jet to America.

They meet Chloe and Audrey at the Gotham airport, both women wanting to welcome Marinette to America. They follow the three to Marinette's penthouse. Chloe is in love with the place and practically begs Marinette to let her live with her. Marinette smiles laughing and tells her she was going to offer her a room after a month or two. Audrey agrees, telling Chloe to just make sure and call her, so she knows they're both safe.

Marinette's penthouse is big! It has two guest rooms, specially for Jagged, Penny, and her designers, when they come to visit. However now one has become Chloe's room. A kitchen her great uncle would be jealous of. A personal gym. A living room with a ping pong table and flat screen tv. 3 bathrooms. Marinette's own designing room, and the Master suite. The Master suite had a loft bed with stairs leading up to it, not a ladder. A large area set up for gaming consoles and a flat screen tv. Underneath the loft was Marinette's desk and desktop. One wall was a complete window showing Gotham from above, and against the other wall was a large luxury dollhouse decked out with hand made furniture. Something Marinette had requested was special for the Kwami to not have to remain in the box twenty four seven.

Marinette has the entire summer to herself and she doesn't have to deal with her birth parents ignoring her. She and Chloe can't wait to explore Gotham, and although Mari wishes she could patrol like she used to. She knows that this is Batman's city, and she doesn't want to get on his bad side. Instead she'll explore on the ground, and fly in her gym, which she had specially fitted with the ceiling covered in bars and ropes.

She even agrees to teach Chloe how to use the rope nest, with a net underneath them of course.

That next day Marinette, Chloe Jagged, and Penny ended up in the Gotham Gazette. Everyone wanted to know why Jagged was in Gotham and who Marinette was. Penny ended up scheduling a video meeting between Jagged and Gotham's main news station.

Jagged- I am not moving here, nor am I here for a show. You see my honorary niece. I have to say honorary because we arent actually related which is stupid! Anyway! She is my personal designer MDC, I only wear her clothing. She just graduated high school and got accepted at Gotham University. So she moved here, and Penny, Fang, and I wanted to spend the beginning of the summer with her! Mari! Come say hello!

Marinette- Uncle I swear if you want dinner you need to stop distracting me. Hello Madame, Monsieur, I'm Marinette more popularly known as MDC. Pleasure to meet you. I'm actually in college for my business degree!

Chloe- Don't forget me! Honestly you two can be ridiculous together utterly-

Jagged and Mari smiling mischievously at her- Ridiculous!

Chloe huffs before turning to the newscaster- Chloe Bourgeois, I am Marinette's main model and top female model. I moved here with Marinette as well, though I won't be going to college, you will see me around the city doing photoshoots.

Penny takes over after Marinette and Chlke give quick interviews. Once the food is done both say goodbye and get excited to eat. However before Jagged hangs up everyone watches Marinette picks up Fang like he is nothing and cuddles him to her chest. Jagged burst into laughter and the interviewer's shocked face.

For the next couple weeks Marinette eagerly explores the city with Chloe, meeting people and unknowingly creating a name for herself. Orphans know that they can come to her for food or clothes and never have to worry about her turning them in.

A few weeks into living there they get an invitation to Bruce Wayne's upcoming charity ball. Marinette quickly gets to work making their outfits in time for the ball. While making sure the Kwami can handle Fang and that Fang knows not to eat them.

The three make waves when they arrive. Penny and Jagged wear matching outfits however they are drawn back and more muted than usual, still capturing their rock n roll vibes. Jaggeds favorite part is the music notes hand stitched on the arms of his jacket and the train of Penny's dress. Meanwhile Marinette's outfit is made to resemble the night sky and when she moves in the light her dress twinkles in the light. Chloe's is made to resemble the sun. It's a layer with yellow and orange tulle.

Jagged and Penny talk to the people conversing while Marinette talks to a few people before being able to edge herself away. While Chloe immerses herself with the other model at the gala. Marinette makes a sizable donation, the money a combination of her own and her designers making sure their names are also on the donation before making her way to the food table and snagging a few cookies eating them slowly while observing the people around her.

Damian stumbles upon her when he finally finds an excuse to slip away. He doesn't speak to her at first just standing there sipping his champagne. They are both silent before Marinette snorts, placing her arm on his shoulder gently and leaning closer to whisper.

Marinette-look to our right the man in the terbile green suit is about to get slapped by his wife

Damian glances over and watches as Mr. Tennor gets slapped hard by his wife causing everyone to go silent as she berates him for thinking he could get away with bringing his Mistress to a charity event. Only for his Mistress to turn on him slapping him as well. Saying that he told her they were finishing their divorce. The Mistress huffs, turning to Mrs. Tennor and apologizes before storming out.

Damian turns away from the facing Marinette as he struggles not to laugh while the room is still silent. Once the talking picks back up Damian introduces himself and Marinette does the same. A little amused by the stars in Damian's eyes when he confirms she's MDC. He admits that her album covers are his favorites of Jagged's and that he has even attempted commissioning her but was unable to get in. Marinette apologizes telling him that recently she's been keeping the same clientele since she was planning on moving. She then pulls out her phone unlocking it and giving it to him.

Marinette-Put your number in and I'll contact you tomorrow about what you want to commission.

The two spend the rest of the night talking and pointing out things about those around them. Marinette's hand remains on his shoulder and soon she is leaning against him, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm around her waist as they whisper back and forth. Pointing out different things to each other and hiding the laughter as best they can.

At one point Damian notices his father starting to walk over and quickly asks her to dance. Marinette is surprised at first but she notices Mr. Wayne makes his way towards them and smirks before nodding. Damian takes her hand leading her to the dance floor. Marinette smiles at him and starts teasing him asking if he didn't want his father to see her with him. Damian quickly tells her that's not it before realizing that she was joking. He rolls his eyes huffing at her saying that his father would make a scene. This causes Marinette to snort before agreeing to help each other hide from him for the night, and they do so successfully. The only one to catch the two is Chloe who gives Damian a quick one over before deeming him good enough for her Marinette. At the end of the night Jagged and Penny find Marinette and return to her penthouse. Marinette says goodbye to Damian kissing his cheek softly before leaving with them.

When Bruce finally catches up to his youngest he huffs wrapping an arm around his shoulder declaring that they were going to have a long talk on the ride home.

The rest of the night his entire family won't stop teasing him about actually dancing with a girl and not getting her number. They keep bringing it up until he smirks holding up his phone.

Damian- That's because she got mine instead.

He leaves the room leaving his brother in slight shock while Alfred holds up a camera and asks if they want to see pictures of the two together.

A week later Marinette meets Robin for the first time when Marinette is cornered in an alley. When Robin drops down startling them Marinette jumps into action stomping on one guy's foot getting him to release her before flipping him over her shoulder. Then she attacks at the two closest to her she flips over one's shoulder dropping behind him and kicking his legs out from under him. Punching him hard in the face. After knocking him out she jumps back as the other guy attempts to hit her. She dodges and blocks his punch before flipping back and crouching launching herself forward and punching him in the gut hard. She steps back breathing hard as she watches Robin take out the last guys. Robin turns to her and looks her over making sure she isn't hurt. Marinette thanks him softly leaning against the wall trying to catch her breath. Once she is calmed down Robin escorts her home.

The next day Damian messages her asking her on a date. Marinette teasingly asks if he's just doing this to convince her to give him a discount and he just groans. Marinette laughs telling him to pick her up at 6.

Marinette and Damian spend the summer getting to know each other and going on dates. Meeting Damian's family was an adventure for her, she loved getting to know the boys, Stephanie, Barbara, and Cass. (Dick and Barbara are definitely married in this one.) She also found it extremely easy to figure out her Damian was Robin, who she always caught stopping by on the roof across from her building.

Chloe bonds phenomenally with Stephanie; the two girls are practically glued at the hip. They spend almost all their time together, and while they don't voice it, the majority of the family had a feeling they were dating.

Soon after Chloe discovers their secret as well. They both decided not to tell them they knew because both girls knew how important secret identities were. The only people that knew Marinette was a hero was Cass and Alfred, and that was because Cass had noticed Tikki and Alfred was Duusuu's holder a long time ago.

The three bond phenomenally well, so much so that Damian is worried Cass may steal his Marinette.

Soon the end of summer is on them and Damian finally asks Marinette to be his girlfriend and she agrees. They are now Gotham's power couple. Pictures and videos of them are everywhere on the news and Twitter.

There are even Tiktoks of them while they're out in public. Marinette's favorite is them dancing in the rain one day both laughing and smiling brightly as some kids join them.

Marinette is named Gotham's new Princess and is praised by Damian's old classmates for breaking through and making the 'Ice Prince' smile and laugh.

Soon after Chloe and Stephanie announce that they are dating as well. Both couples are all over the news and papers.

Halfway through their first year of college Lex Luthor is named President of the United States. This causes the heros to panic however they make no moves instead they begin building a case against him. This comes to a halt when the entire Batfamily is cut off from them. An earthquake wreaks Gotham killing millions and destroying the city and the bridges giving them access to the rest of the states. President Luthor locks down Gotham essentially giving up on the city and allowing no outside contact or help.

It's during this period of time that Marinette and Chloe reveal they know their identities by crashing a meeting in the Batcave.

Marinette- Yes, yes, we know and will explain later, but right now I have a plan on how to get Gotham back on its feet.

Marinette's plan relies heavily on her and Bruce's businesses. The Wayne family and Marinette are going to rebuild Gotham from the bottom up. She tells Bruce that publicly Batman is going to hand over the only way of communication outside of Gotham over to Bruce Wayne during a press conference. Then Bruce will announce their plans of using this resource to continue to bring money into the city through him and Marinette. The family is going to be hiring clean up crews, medical workers, and construction workers to rebuild their city. Marinette and Bruce focus mainly on bringing in money. Jason's focus is on helping orphans, street kids, and newly made orphans. Setting up better Orphanages with better staff and making sure no kid is a meal ticket. Dick's focus is on getting the police force back up with Gordon's help and weeding out as many corrupt cops. Tim focuses on hiring construction workers and clean up crews getting Gotham cleaned up and starting reconstruction. Cass is the one helping find more medical personnel and working with getting hospitals up and going. Damian personally spoke with Gothams bigger villains in Arkham explaining what happened and what Luthor is trying to do. Thanks to him Arkham is pretty much guaranteed no breakouts. In fact many were surprised to see henchmen from different villains joining in on the clean up. Kate also helps out working hard to get electricity back up and running with electricians while making sure no down wires are active. Stephanie and Chloe are praised for getting out and helping the clean up crews as well as the police with finding bodys of missing citizens.

It takes over a year but the Wayne family, Marinette, and Chloe get Gotham back on its feet better than ever. And they use Luthor's abandonment of Gotham to get him impeached. After they've finally reopened Gotham to the rest of the states, Bruce throws a city wide party. He even sends special catering to Arkham asylum as thanks to the villains for not just remaining there but sending their henchmen out to help.

Bruce gives a big thanks to everyone for all their help with rebuilding their beautiful city.

It's shortly after his speech Damian and Marinette are enjoying the small fair that Bruce paid for. They are walking through the game area sharing cotton candy when Damian gets lost in the moment and asks her to marry him. Marinette laughs pulling him into a deep kiss causing citizens around them to start cheering. She waits until they've quieted down before pulling back.

Marinette-Yes Damian, I'll marry you!

This causes citizens to burst into cheers again. All of them giving their cities power couple their congratulations. While Damian is embarrassed saying that he doesn't have a ring for her. Marinette just smiles and kisses him softly telling him not having a ring isn't a big deal because she would have said yes either way.

A few minutes later a soft spoken Hispanic woman exits her jewelry booth giving them two small rings.

The woman-This is for until he finally gets you one Miss. Free of charge, consider it a thanks for helping my city and a congratulations present.

She squeezes both their hands smiling softly at the two and congratulates them before leaving them.

After the city party, they finally address Marinette and Chloe knowing their identities. It happens at Marinette's rebuilt penthouse. Marinette smiles telling them that it was the Kwami that really pointed it out to her. While Chloe tells them she caught Stephanie in her outfit one night and just pretended she had been asleep the entire time. Everyone but Alfred is confused about the Kwami until Marinette asks them to come out. The Kwami fly in spreading around the room, Duusuu sits calmly on Alfred's shoulder, Pollen resting herself in Chloe's hair, while Tikki and Plagg float by Marinette's shoulders.

Marinette-Let me introduce you to Kwami. Gods and Goddesses that grant their chosens their powers. Tikki and Plagg are the two most powerful Destruction and Bad Luck, Creation and Good Luck. I'm Tikki's chosen, I am-

Tim-Ladybug...you're Paris's missing heros.

Marinette sighs softly nodding thinking about her last day as Ladybug

Chloe- I was Honeywell for a short while until I moved to america. Pollen and I were a great team.

Pollen petting her hair gently-We were the best my Queen.

Marinette-Paris started relying on me for everything. The police stopped doing their jobs and when I finally defeated the villain that was plaguing them, it wasn't enough. I loved being a hero but they expected me to do everything. You all know that it isn't possible to do everything.

Bruce asks why she never went out as Ladybug. Marinette smiles and tells him that while she misses it she knew that this was Batman's city and that metas weren't allowed.

Marinette-I know technically I'm not one, but Tikki gives me powers.

After that Marinette begins to train with Bruce so that she can hit the streets with them, without the Miraculous. Chloe while learning how to fight with Stephanie declines becoming a vigilante with them. Marinette loves every second of it, she loves actually having a mentor to teach her. And it felt nice to have a father figure in her life once again. Six months later she is joining the family for her first night of patrol as BlackBird.

Blackbird spends most of her time with Batwomem, on patrol and missions. Her first big villain was Riddler, however before he could even utter a riddle Blackbird tore into him for his terrible outfit. To the point that Riddler practically threw himself at Batman in tears crying and telling him his new protégé was mean.

Blackbird is a rising hero in Gotham and the hero community. Soon she begins attending Justice League meetings with the others considering joining. It is there she meets Wonder Women, and asks how her mother is doing. Diana realizes quickly that she is speaking with a Guardian and finds out later that Blackbird is the current Ladybug as well.

The family also begins planning Damian and Marinette's public wedding and their private wedding. Stephanie is the one that asks her if she wants to have the private wedding in Paris, everyone only a little surprised she straight out refuses.

Marinette-I said goodbye all that time ago, and I don't think I wish to return.

That night she asks Bruce to walk her down the aisle along with her grandfather. When asked about her own parents Marinette smiles sadly telling them that they no longer consider her their daughter, so they were not invited. Bruce smiles softly brushing Marinette's hair down gently with his hand before agreeing to walk her. She asks Chloe to be her Maid of Honor and Kate, Cass, and Stephanie to be her Bridesmaid

Three weeks later they are sending out invites to people for their private wedding in 6 months and the public one in a year.

Marinette asks Jagged and Luka to be the entertainment for both nights and they agree. Sabine and Tom are not invited; they find out when Gina shows up excited asking why they never told her Marinette had met someone in America. They are even more surprised to find out Rolland is closing up shop and going to the wedding as well. Gina is upset to find out they kicked Marinette out and tears into them. At this point Lila comes into the bakery and tries to sway Gina onto her side. Gina just scoffs and shakes her head, telling her she'd never believe another girl over her granddaughter.

Gina storms out of the bakery refusing to talk to her son or daughter-in-law. After she leaves they google their daughter trying to find out who she is engaged to, they find out everything about Marinette helping rebuild Gotham out of her own pocket with the help of Bruce Wayne, and her engagement to Damian Wayne.

They try every attempt to contact her even going through old friends only to find she changed her number. They don't hear anything more of her until a year later when their wedding is broadcast from Gotham. Tom cries when Marinette is escorted down the aisle by her Grandfather and Bruce Wayne. She stops hugging them both tightly before taking Damian's hands, their eyes unable to leave each other, as they say their vows.

Marinette- Before I even had colleges lined up one of my best friends told me to follow the call. A few weeks later three colleges accepted me, but only one kept calling me back, Gotham University. I couldn't stop researching the city, I couldn't get it out of my head. It was like something was waiting for me here, so I decided to accept Gotham University. I moved here with one of my friends expecting an adventure. I didn't think my adventure would lead me to the love of my life, but it did. I love you Damian, with all my heart. My next adventure is standing by your side till the end of time.

Damian- Marinette Wayne, no I did not mess up. Marinette, you have been a part of my family since the moment you placed your hand on my shoulder and pointed out Mr. Tennor was about to be slapped. Our entire first night together felt magical as cheesy as it sounds. Every day after was amazing, I couldn't believe I met someone as amazing as you. When the earthquake happened and you stepped up helping my family rebuild the city, I knew I wanted you by my side for the rest of my life. So much so that I proposed to you spur of the moment in the middle of the fair, I will forever be grateful that you agreed to marry me. My heart, body, and soul belong to you and solely you Marinette till the end of time.

When the priest pronounces them husband and wife and announces the kiss Marinette grabs his face gently pulling him down into a deep kiss.

The reception is also broadcast to the public with many famous people offering their congratulations to the happy couple to the camera before heading into the party. Marinette and Damian are the last to arrive and while they don't talk to the camera they stop posing together for the camera. Both unwilling to even leave the other side. Throughout the reception all the speeches are broadcasted. The final speech is from the newly married couple. Both of them thanking everyone that came to the wedding. Telling them that they wouldn't be where they were without their friends and family in the room. They share a sweet kiss in front of the crowd at the end of their speech.

Chloe moves into an apartment with Stephanie, while Damian moves into Marinette's penthouse. They are hardly seen separate from each other, pictures of them together are all over the internet and news.

Damian also leaves the title of Robin behind becoming Redbird becoming partners with Blackbird. The two partners are soon dubbed the new Dynamic Duo of Gotham.

They both graduate college together, Damian going into Wayne Enterprises taking over as Ceo with Tim when Bruce steps down. While Marinette built her own fashion empire soon rivaling Audrey's. Her fashion is known around the world, but out of all the cities the most of her sales come from Gotham. Gothamites still not forgetting the young adult that spent billions to help them rebuild.

Soon Marinette and Damian discover that Marinette is pregnant. The two are ecstatic to be parents, Marinette begs Bruce to hold a big family dinner with everyone, and he agrees. Halfway through dinner Bruce finally asks why Marinette called all of them together. Marinette smiles softly before announcing that she is pregnant.

The family burst into cheers, everyone extremely excited and talking with each other about what the baby's name would be.

A few months later they find out its twins. One boy and one girl. They agree on the names Thomas John Wayne and Mary Martha Wayne. This causes both Bruce and Dick to tear up when told.

When the twins are born they are all Gothamites can talk about. The new Wayne twins, everyone can't wait to watch them grow up.

In Paris their grandparents hold on to pictures they find online, knowing they'll never get to know them. That they'll never get to see their daughter again either.

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parksunghoonbro · 3 years ago

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come here》 p.sh {pt.3}

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<3 pairing: chaebol!stepbrother!sunghoon x chaebol!fem!reader (some chaebol!bestfriend!soobin x reader)

<3 genre: angst, fluff

<3 warning: sunghoon gets jealous, he is unwillingly an asshole, making out, mentions of love (sorry if any of you guys are triggered by anything else)

<3 word count: 1.9k

<3 summary: park sunghoon, the most popular rich boy around town, who you are super attracted to becomes your stepbrother. what happens when you realize that he is also extremely attracted to you?

<3 xtra stuff: Soobin is the same age as Sunghoon. They are both 20 while y/n is 18 (2 years older). If you guys have watched Tempted/The Great Seducer y/n and soobin’s hang out is inspired by Shihyun, Sooji, and Sejoo’s (the three friend’s) hideout. (Soobin and y/n have been friends since y/n was born. Like 2-year old Soobin held y/n when she was a newborn)

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You wake up to being surrounded by a comforting warmth. You felt Sunghoon’s muscular arms wrapped around your waist and your face against his chest. After a couple of minutes of admiring the face of the man in front of you, you remember that you had an appointment with your stylist at 10:00 to plan an outfit for an event that your mother’s company has every year. It currently was 8:13, so you tried to squee yourself out of Sunghoon’s tight hold. Finally being able to sit up you were about to get out of his bed, but you suddenly felt two strong arms pull you back into bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Sunghoon asked in his raspy morning voice. “I have to get ready to meet with my stylist later.” You responded snuggling back into his hold. Sunghoon groaned softly shoving his pace into the crook of your neck smelling your addictive scent. “Just cancel and stay with me,” Sunghoon whined. You wish you could stay but you had to go. This event was a pretty big one. ”What are you meeting your stylist for anyways?” Sunghoon asked curiously. “My mom has this big event that she hosts every year and I need to go to a fitting for the brand I am representing today.” You answered in a soft tone. Sunghoon thought for a little and then jokingly asked with a small chuckle, ”So who’s gonna be the lucky man who gets to be your date?” You suddenly remembered something. You were going to have a date! You blanked out wondering who it was this year. Of course, you wanted it to be Sunghoon, but it was obviously not him. the Assuming from a joking tone you’re sure that he doesn’t know that you’re going to have a date. “I don’t need a date.” You said with a flip of your hair. “I’m perfectly fine by myself.” Sunghoon grinned, “That’s my girl” After cuddling a bit more you finally got out of the bed and got ready. «───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ─────────» Arriving at the salon you met your stylist. “Y/N!” You heard your names being called so you turned around. “Sohee unnie!” Your stylist of 8 years smiled. “Are you ready for this?” You smiled,”Yup! I’m ready” After hours and hours of looking over dresses, makeup, and hairstyles you finally finished your look. Since you were done you started to pack up. “Oh right! Before you go I have to tell you who your date is!“ Yoy looked back in anticipation of who it was although you already had someone you were almost 100% sure who it was and Sohee continued,��You’re date this year is the one and only Choi Soobin as always.” Yup. That’s right. Your date and the person you were expecting was Choi Soobi, your date since you were children. Choi Soobin was your best friend and although he lives in Jeju now you guys are still very close. He comes and visits every once in a while for events, meetings, and of course just to see his best friend of 17 years. When you finished your small conversation with Sohee you went home.

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Walking through the door all you saw was darkness. The lights were off. No one was home. You wondered where Sunghoon was, but you didn’t worry because it was only 5:30 pm.

-2:00 am-

Its already 2:00 am and Sunghoon isn’t home yet. You’ve called him a couple times and he didn’t pick up. You were worried sick and you were waiting on the couch.

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It was the next morning and you woke up in your bed with the amazing feeling of warmth next to you. You smiled Sunghoon was home. You turned around and saw Sunghoon looking back at you. He smiled at you and pulled you in closer to kiss your forehead. “Why did you wait for my love? When I got home you were asleep on the couch in your clothes and without a blanket! I was so worried that you were gonna get sick.” You put your hands on his stomach and started to touch it. “I was worried!” Sunghoon had an amused face by now, “Worried enough to fall asleep?” “Shut up” You answered back. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?” You panicked and jumped out of bed. Sunghoon laughed at you and stood up. “Let’s get ready and eat breakfast.” After getting ready you came down to the kitchen to see Sunghoon already sitting at the table with breakfast ready waiting for you. “Where are you going today?” Sunghoon stroked your head, ”Yesterday my stylist informed me that I would be attending your mom’s event. Today I have a fitting.” You smiled and shortly after it faded. You realized that he would have to have a date. Everyone brought a date that their stylist chooses and of course sometimes with the assistance of the person, but the thing that irked you the most was that his date wasn’t going to be you and it would be some other girl. Sunghoon noticed the change and mood and asked why you were upset. “What do you mean? I am not upset.” You said in a normal tone. Raising his eyebrows in confusion Sunghoon decided to not ask questions and answer with a simple “ok”. After a breakfast of hand-holding and flirting Sunghoon left.

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Being at home alone was becoming a little boring. You thought it was surprising that you weren’t enjoying it because you’re a homebody, but maybe it was because you had spent so much time with Sunghoon. You were about to go out alone, but suddenly your phone rang. You checked the caller id. 🐰Binnie 🐰. Soobin was calling you. You excitedly picked up the phone.

“Soobin! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I heard auntie is getting married again. Are you okay cutie?”

“Yeah, I guess. Surprisingly I hope this marriage doesn’t last.”

“Why? Isn’t your mom getting married to Park Sungho, Park Sunghoon’s dad?

“That’s why Soobin!”

“Ohhh. Even though you don’want them to last they seemed pretty happy Y/N. I met your mom and Mr. Park in Jeju before I left.”

“I know I shouldn’t be selfish. WAIT rewind. You are in Seoul!?”

“Yes, dummy when am I ever not in Seoul before the gala? I have moved away from you for 2 years already and you haven’t remembered my schedule.”

“Well Soobin I am a busy girl”

“More like distracted. But let’s meet up now. I wanna hang out with my date!”

“Hmph. Alright, let’s meet. Our place?”

“Of course see you there”

“Bye”

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-Flashback-

(7th grade y/n)

“Soobin look at it! It is perfect!” you exclaimed looking at the place in front of you. You guys’ mothers had built a hang out for you and Soobin in a secret room behind a big painting on the first floor of their newly merged company building. “It is. This is our place from now on!” Soobin said back providing the same energy.

Soon even as you guys grew older it stayed as you guys’ place where no one else knew the password and was allowed not even your parents. It became a comfortable place for both of you guys where you guys would go to find each other no matter what.

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-At the Hideout-

“Soobin? Come out! I know you’re in here” You stated in a loud voice. “Boo!” “AHHH!” Soobin laughed at you until he was on the ground. “Choi Soobin you’re dead!” You said annoyed. Soobin realized that he had messed up and ran for his life up the stairs to the loft. You chased after him. When you got to the too you couldn’t see him. Then all of a sudden you felt a pair of strong arms pin your hands to your back. “Ha! Got you!” Soobin said with his signature smile. He let you go and hugged you which you gladly returned. You guys hung out for the rest of the day getting food, shopping, and playing video games in the hang-out. What felt like 10 minutes was 10 hours. You didn’t realize it but soon it was 1 am. Soobin looked at the clock and his eyes widened, “I should get you home now little one. It is late.” You looked at the clock shocked, ”Yes, I should get home now.” You guys turned off the TV and the lights and started to walk home. Yes, walk home. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with you and Soobin. Starting in high school you guys would always hang out until late into the night and walk home even though you only had to have one call to get home by car. Your houses were close to the hangout and it gave you a taste of what it felt like to live like normal kids. Not heirs to big companies, not kids who were born with silver spoons in their mouths, not brand ambassadors, just normal kids. You have always felt safe around Soobin. Soobin was your haven and will always be your haven.

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When you guys got to your house Soobin walked you to your door and you hugged him bye as always. Not until you get to the door did you start worrying about Sunghoon. Unlocking the door, you quietly took off your shoes and started into the house. Not even getting halfway to your room you were stopped by a fuming Sunghoon. “What were you doing out this late!? I was worried sick! And who was that guy who walked you through the door!?” You were taken aback. Sunghoon had never raised his voice at you. Suddenly feeling vulnerable you answered in a nervous, small voice. Studdering you said, ”M-my friend came back from Jeju to visit. We were just hanging out.” Sunghoon in a loud and intimidating voice said, “There is no reason for you to be hanging out this late! Especially with another boy. Are you even hanging out!? What if you’re doing something else? You said you wanted to see where things go with us, baby!” “How could you say that?” Your eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t take it anymore so you ran into your room and started sobbing. Realizing that he had hurt you Sunghood ran upstairs. Sunghoon felt a pang of guilt hit his heart hearing your sobs outside of your room. He knocked on the door. “C-come in,” you said quietly from inside your room. “Oppa is sorry princess. I just got worried and jealous and I couldn’t hold it in. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please don’t be upset with me.” Sunghoon said his eyes brimming with tears seeing how he had hurt you. “It’s okay oppa. I understand.” You said as you came closer to him cuddling into his side. He grabbed you tightly and pulled you into his chest as he laid next to you. Sunghoon suddenly had an urge to kiss you, so he landed his lips on yours, and you guys passionately made out until one of you guys had to pull away for air. “I love you princess.” Sunghoon seriously stated. “I love you too, oppa.” you said back, and that night you guys fell asleep happily and full of love.

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#sunghoon #park sunghoon fluff #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagine #sunghoon series #come here》 p.sh

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givemethatgold · 4 years ago

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Fix’er Upper - Part Twelve

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of drug use, fluff, smidge of angst? Length: 1.7k Notes: Managed to whip up this bad boy during a quiet moment today and should probably make y’all wait for it but I don’t really do posting schedules (as you’ve noticed) so enjoy. Not beta’d, not proof read, I’ll die on this messy hill.

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Surprisingly, life didn't change too much after that night. Frankie continued to run his acreage and oversee the making of this year's cider. With some encouragement and support from you, he was starting to expand the business and already had a few pubs in the closest city clamouring to have his product on tap.

Meanwhile, the improvements on the house were nearing an end, for the indoors list anyways. The first thing Frankie had helped you do was to install your new soaker tub, immediately followed by christening it by making soft, slow love to you inside of it.

There hadn't even been any water, your impatience to be close to each other wouldn't allow for that. You had just stripped out of your coveralls, convenient work-wear for people who fucked like rabbits you had to admit, and sat in his lap with your arms and legs wrapped around him. His hands guiding your hips in a slow rocking motion, breathing each other's air as your open mouths hovered in a not-quite kiss, only breaking eye contact when you threw your head back as you came.

Autumn passed quickly and Winter had gripped Vermont, cloaking the countryside in a heavy blanket of white. Christmas was a cozy affair, you and Frankie had been asked to join Jacquie and Mark in their family's merriment. It had stirred something inside of you, watching a functional family laugh, sing, argue, eat, and love with such abandon.

It was everything you'd dreamt, initially, for your future with Brad. Now? Now you were starting to picture that future with Frankie's face as the patriarch, you just haven't built up the nerve to broach the subject yet.

You'd started working at the bakery, enjoying the early mornings surrounded by rising dough and sculling back coffees with the adorable older ladies who ran the place. You'd also begun doing the books for Morales Acres and Catfish Brewery. Frankie was a veritable genius but he claimed he had no patience for keeping receipts and tracking numbers.

You had a sneaking suspicion he was playing dumb in an effort to give you more time together but you really didn't mind. Your break-of-dawn mornings at the bakery had you tired, but after a full day of renovating or bookkeeping, you were downright exhausted and ready for bed by eight pm. This, mixed with Frankie monitoring the brewing, bottling, and distribution of his cider and networking at bars and pubs throughout the state meant the two of you rarely saw each other.

All of your hard work in your own house had made you a popular friend to call when someone needed decorating advice, or a helping hand once they realized they couldn't tile their kitchen backsplash solo. You never charged for your time, although payment had initially been offered until work had got around that you preferred a good meal and conversation over money. I mean, sure, you could use the cash but it just didn't seem right. And you loved helping people and making deeper connections with the town you now truly felt you belonged in.

Tuesday evenings had become an unofficial date night for the two of you. The bakery was closed on Wednesdays and bar owners tended to be less interested in business halfway through the week, something to do with the rush of the previous weekend having worn off and the worry of setting up for another one starting to grow.

This meant you could stay up late, enjoy a proper homemade dinner, maybe even watch a movie or share a bottle of wine while soaking in your big ass tub. It usually ended as a sleepover, your house being the preferred location; Frankie's loft was perfectly fine but it did lack a certain homey appeal.

This pattern, this life, that you'd created for yourself was making you happier than you'd ever been in your entire life. You weren't one hundred percent content, not yet anyway, but the path to getting there was on a direct trajectory. You still wanted to finish your college degree, maybe switch it over to horticulture. Building a greenhouse and selling flowers was still a pipe dream but something your heart truly longed for, something that Frankie was constantly encouraging you to do.

"Look, hun," he had called out to you a few weeks ago while supposedly researching the new line of bottles. "There's an auction next county over and they have all this confiscated stuff from a grow op that got busted!"

"What?" You'd made a face and laughed at the absurdity of it all. "What on earth would you use from a pot farm?"

He just gave you a salacious wink as an answer.

Frankie had been open about his past drug abuse and while some recovering addicts may want all mention of it banned from a conversation, Frankie found levity in treating the topic like any other person would.

It had taken you a couple of hours to realize why he'd brought up the auction. It had hit you with a jolt, knowing that he’d remembered your rambling from on top of the Ferris wheel. You didn't realize he'd been listening when you'd told him about your idea of taking over the flower stand at the market once the current couple retired.

Your heart had swelled and there was a concerted effort to prevent the sudden onset of tears from running down your face. God, you loved this man, maybe one of these days you should tell him...

This particular routine was working well for the two of you. It gave each of you your own space to relax, destress, enjoy the shitty tv shows you were too embarrassed to watch in front of another living person. It also forced the two of you to take your relationship slowly, communication being a constant learning curve. You were both really good and telling each other when you needed time alone, when you were feeling stressed or sad. You each had learned the tells for when the other was angry or just hungry, if it was hormones or if there was something that was actually pissing you off.

The thing you each seemed to struggle with was expressing the softer side of the relationship. Neither of you appeared to have the Words of Affirmation love language skill, yet you both craved to hear it. You showed how much you cared for Frankie with your acts of service; helping him with the boring side of the business, baking, deep cleaning the loft, even scrubbing out the massive fermenter in the Catfish Cider warehouse.

Frankie, on the other hand, showed his love through physical touch. At first, you had assumed it was a staking-his-claim kind of thing but then you noticed how he'd do it all the time. A hand on your lower back while walking, caressing your hand with his thumb when driving in the truck, carding his fingers through your hair while you watched tv.

This week's date night found you at his place, relaxing in the loft after a busy workday. You were making dinner while he 'helped' by sneaking bites of the prepped ingredients, arm slung around you with a hand in your back pocket.

"What're you looking for?" He asked, taking advantage of your distracted searching through his cupboards to sneak a few more pinches of grated cheese.

"A can opener!" You replied, exasperation raising your voice an octave. "I could have sworn I saw a white one around here somewhere..."

“No, pretty sure that one's yours. I don't think I have one?"

"Frankie," you deadpanned "how did you survive as a bachelor without canned food?"

"I ate a lot of take-out?" He looked indignant at your laughter, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Can you stop judging me long enough to eat some burritos?"

Smoothing his playful scowl with a kiss, you sat down at the counter and enjoyed your first meal together of the week.

An idea was formulating in the back of your mind, though, and you barely tasted anything. As the evening progressed, the idea grew and you were liking it more and more. The final straw was you not having a toothbrush in his bathroom anymore, having forgotten that it had fallen off the counter and into the trashcan the last time you'd spent the night.

Using his, with a strange mixture of distaste and nonchalance, before making your way over to the bed, you began to plan how the conversation could go:

Hey Frankie, so you know how I have a big house all to myself? Yeah... And it had everything we need in it? Yeah... And there's more than enough room for two adults to store all of their things? Yeah... And I wouldn't have to use your toothbrush ever again? Yea- wait what? I think you should move in with me.

It wasn't very romantic but it was the most likely, considering your dynamic. Just as you were crawling into bed and snuggling under the arm he'd raised to allow you to get closer, his cell phone rang.

"Hello? - This is he. - Yeah, biological. - Oh god, when?"

The immediate change in his tone from questioning to horrified caught your attention, sitting up to face him you grabbed his free hand, silently letting him know you were there for support.

His eyes were out of focus and a panicked expression was slowly morphing his face as the conversation went on, but he gave your hand a squeeze back in acknowledgement.

"Yes, in Vermont. Do you have my address? - Okay, good, good...okay - When? - I'll have something ready. Umm... does she... does she remember me? - Oh. Okay, thank you."

Slowly lowering the phone from his ear, Frankie sat staring into nothingness for what felt like hours. His side of the conversation and the way he was reacting had you rattled. You could guess as to what was happening but weren't sure if now was the right time to pry.

"Babe? Is, is everything okay?"

Silence.

Gripping his hand tighter and rubbing his back you sat with him for a few more minutes before trying again. You didn’t want to push him but your heart was constricting in your chest from nervousness and concern for him.

"Can I get you anything? What do you need?"

His hand was now completely dead in yours; eventually, he turned his head towards you, eyes never fully focusing, and shook his head.

"I- she- fuck... I think you should go.”

Part Thirteen

#Frankie Morales x F!Reader #Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader #Frankie Catfish Morales x F!Reader #Frankie Catfish Morales x Fem!Reader #Francisco Morales x F!Reader #Francisco Catfish Morales x Fem!Reader #Frankie Morales x Reader #Frankie Morales x you

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lord-explosion-baku · 4 years ago

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Sorrow

Yandere Siren/Fae!Hawks x Reader

Warnings: Yandere content, survivalism, pain, slight blood, suggestive adult content

A/N: This is one of the fics I was gonna post in October, but didn’t finish it on time, but I guess that means I can be a spooky dude all year round.

Tears may be cheap, but you keep them sacred.

Your captor has taken almost everything away from you: your body, your mind, your freedom, but you will not be giving him your sorrow. That will stay buried, locked away inside your chest, where the key lies somewhere he will never get to. You know he wants it. He’d told you as much.

“I’ve committed all of your expressions to memory,” he’d said one night after you nearly bit his tongue off. He’d used his song to ease you into a half-lucid state, where he kept you in his lap, wrapped tightly in his arms, shrouded in his wings. “The scorch in your hateful eyes when you wish you could fight me. The tremble in your delicious pout when you wish you could resist me. The furrow in those beautiful brows when I have you forfeited to the pleasure I give you after a battle you wish you could have won.”

Air-light fingers brushed down your cheek. He’d grabbed you by the chin, and tilted your head so that your gaze was locked in with his.

“Do I really gotta sing every time I want you to surrender, little dove?”

His fingers tip-toed down your chest, past your opened blouse. His thumb encircled your nipple until it puckered for him. He’d given it a teasing pinch. You’d stifled a moan lodged in your throat. He’d noticed.

“Aren’t you sorry for hurting me?”

You remember how good it felt to have him kneading at your chest. How his breath was nothing short of intoxicating. How you wanted nothing more than to lean into him—to kiss him—to put your hands all over him. You also remember that the only reason you wanted any of that was due to his song—his sweet siren lullaby.

“Tell me you’re sorry, angel,” he’d said, cupping your face with his free hand. His thumb slid across your cheek, under your eye. You’d known he wanted to see you cry so badly. You would not.

You’d shaken your head, and took note of the twitch in his feathered eyebrows.

His hands had moved through your hair then, lightly pulling through your roots. That was when he’d parted his lips, and began to sing.

Kiego has three songs committed to memory: one to lull you to sleep, one to make you more suggestable in the bedroom, and one to beckon you to him. The song he’d sang for you that night was the suggestable one—the mesmeric tune that made you turn around so that your knees were on either side of his thighs, the one that made you melt into his embrace, the one that made you his.

You’ve always wondered why? Why you? Out of anybody in the world, the siren had grown to have an obsessive infatuation with you. At times, you have thought that if it hadn’t been you, it would be another unfortunate soul in your place—somebody else that might not be able to withstand him, or somebody else who would actively enjoy his company. But during the times he sings for you, you don’t think. You don’t have to.

When he sang to you that night, all you could think about was giving him everything he wanted; however, the stubborn sore in your heart still clung on to the idea that he would not have you in tears.

“Say you’re sorry,” he’d commanded again between slow, sensuous kisses.

And you’d responded with: “never.”

Since then, you’ve been good. You’ve been obedient. You’ve given him everything except your tears. If you don’t stick to your ideals, then you really do have nothing.

However, when one only has so little to lose, and so much more to gain, one becomes reckless. First, your recklessness comes in mere thoughts—creeping visions of harming your winged abuser, which proves as dangerous, seeing as he’s stronger than you, faster than you, and has that pesky siren song. Then, you’ve begun thinking about running. The closer, more agreeable you become, the more he lets his guard down. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve begun learning his schedule: when he eats, when he hunts, when he sleeps, and what wakes him.

Comfort and praise seems to be the ticket to getting him to trust you more. Each night, you stroke his wings, you kiss his neck, you tell him his voice is gorgeous, fathomless, and irresistible. He thinks he has you under his spell—maybe he does, a little bit—but you’re not completely lost to him. You know that you have to leave. You know that you will leave. You’ve just got to figure out when.

It happens early in the morning.

The night before, he’d brought home spirits for you and him to drink. The two of you toasted to each other, danced together, and drank together. But he hadn’t seen that most of what had been in your glass went discarded in one of the potted plants full of herbs and berries he has allowed you to tend to. He hadn’t seen when you spiked his glass with a concoction you’d been working on for weeks with the herbs and berries he’d allowed you to tend to. He hadn’t noticed when his eyes grew drowsy, and he fell into bed with you in tow, you eased away from him, waiting for his breathing to slow.

The sun’s not up yet, but you know you have to leave. When you’re ready, you tie your boots, stock some food and water, and despite everything he’s put you through, you kiss him. Once. A sort of farewell, thanks for the memories, I won’t be missing you, you piece of chicken shit.

The departure is soundless—something you’re not used to due to Kiego’s constant singing, crooning, and happy little chirps. His guard had been down the night before, so there aren't as many safety precautions to heed as you silently maneuver your way to escape his loft.

When you’re out, you’re out. Free. Running. The most you can do to not shriek with glee and alert him of your escape is to keep your goal in mind: Find civilization. Find help. Hide. Keep running. Whatever you need to do to keep your safe stead.

At least, that’s always been the plan. You hadn’t accounted for the landscape. In fact, you’ve only ever seen a fraction of the surrounding parameters of his loft. You don’t know about the drop-off point by the outer edge of the woods. The whispering oranges of dawn have only just cracked through the trees, so you don’t see the danger when you slip on some foliage and are sent spiraling. Falling, rolling, screaming, until you catch yourself on a tree. Rather, your body wraps around a tree, which nearly knocks the wind out of you.

Groaning, you lay there for a while and breathe. The air filling up your lungs is frigid. Deadly. A part of you wants to fall asleep, find warmth in your dreams. A part of you knows that if you do that, you might catch hypothermia and die.

So you stand.

The world is dizzying. Trees tilt, while shrubs and rocks spin around you. Your first few steps are a sideways hustle. You’re like a toddler first learning to walk. There’s a sharp pain in your leg, and it takes everything out of you not to look down. If you think you’re seriously injured, you’ll give up. You hadn’t packed anything for first aid, and even if you had, you’ve lost your water and food during the fall.

You’re not sure which way to walk for a few minutes. You’re dawdling, finding your footing. The destination should be away from the drop-off, so you slowly make your way down the hill, sitting and scooting when you’re unsure if you’ll fall again.

It’s only when you find solid ground again that you hear him. His song. Some new hypnotic tune, miles away, reverberating throughout the forest. It’s nothing short of haunting and you don’t spare another second to listen. He’s awake. He knows you’re gone.

The next mile is clumsier than before. Though you’re sure not to fall, your balance is off, and your body slams into a dozen trees. Sometimes it’s because you can’t help it, while you often just need one to hold you up so you can breathe. Your palms cover your ears the entire time, and even still, his song gets louder. Invasive. He’s growing nearer. If you don’t hide, he will find you.

By nothing short of a miracle, you find a large tree where the trunk is hollowed out. You crawl in, allowing your hands to touch the ground, away from your ears for only a moment, but a moment is all the song needs.

Suddenly, you’re struck with an aching. It’s anguish. Mourning. Sorrowful remembrance. Your chest constricts with a dire need to release, but you don’t go so far to ponder exactly what it is trying to crawl its way up your esophagus. You hold back your emotions with what’s left of your strength, while you try to keep your breathing steady.

Through the cracks in the trunk, you see a flash of brilliant crimson. The ground thuds with his landing. It’s silent for a moment, until his song starts up again. You keep your palms clamped over your ears while you bury your head between your knees. You’ll stay like that for however long is needed. You will not allow yourself to be seduced or lulled or beckoned. You will not be found.

There’s no telling how much time has passed. Seconds crawl to minutes, and minutes crawl to excruciating tension. You’re not aware of the end of his song until you use your hand to wipe at your leg. It’s sticky, probably from blood, but you won’t think about it until you’re safe.

It has to have been awhile since he’s scoured the area. You army crawl out of the tree, chest scraping away at the frosty, dirt floor. The sun is barely peeking up through the trees, and you allow its warmth to touch your mud-caked skin.

In the distance, there’s smoke. With a bit of walking, you see a fire pit, and someone in a black, wool cloak sitting by it.

Picking up your pace, you call out to him, but your voice cracks to only a squeak. Still, the hooded man looks up at you. You hope he can see that you’re hurt, recognize that you’re in need of first aid. He can shelter you, take you back to civilization, and save you.

But while you half-hazardly bound towards him, you’re pushed to the side. Rather, you’re zooming through the air, unable to utter a scream, until your back slams into a tree.

Despite the pain, the loss of energy, you writhe and howl under Keigo’s harsh scrutiny. His wings spread out, taking a predatory stance, while desperate amber eyes search your body. Though his face doesn’t show a hint of malice, you know the trouble you’re in. His lips part, and an unfamiliar melody begins.

“No!!!!!” Your hands fly up to your ears, but he catches them in a vice grip, pinning them back against the giant tree’s trunk. He begins to sing and you know you’ve lost.

Loss. That’s what this is—his song. Unbridled, unrelenting grief. The tune sweeps across your feet, slowly creeping up your body. It hugs your waist as it wraps around you, squeezing as it coils. You choke as the substantial heartache clogs your throat with the emotions you’ve been repressing for months.

Tears burn your lower lashes and your vision blurs. You blink, and a hot stream runs down your cheek. Though Keigo continues to sing, you see a subtle tilt to his mouth. While your body slackens, too tired to fight him off any longer, he cups your face and pulls you into him before you can crumple. He pets your beat up, bruised back, and coos.

“Sneaky little bird.” There are two octaves in Keigo’s voice as he speaks to you, as if two people were speaking at once. “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

A part of his statement is true. You can feel it. His songs reflect his emotions and desires, and he wouldn’t be able to create this relentless melody unless he, too, felt the way it made you feel. But you also hear the triumph on his tenor. He has obtained what he’s always wanted: the key to that sacred place in your heart you wouldn’t allow him to venture to. There’s no saying that he doesn’t now own you completely.

“My sweet angel, what am I going to do with you?” As he speaks, you cling to him, knitting your nails into his shirt.

“I’m s-sorry.” It’s a faint croak, but it’s all you have to offer him. It’s all you can do to stop more renegade tears from staining his shirt. His chest shakes as he chuckles.

A twig snaps in the near distance. Keigo sharply turns towards the noise, and wraps an arm around your waist, one of his wings shrouding you slightly. Through his puffed out feathers, you see the man from the fire pit standing near a tree. He eyes the both of you with intrigue, but not concern. You cast him a pleading look, and you know he sees you, but all he does is sigh.

There’s a low, sort of echoing growl coming from deep within your captor’s chest. It’s menacingly territorial, but the cloaked man doesn’t react. Instead, he steps back and into the tree. Not like he stepped into the tree, rather, at one point he was a man, and now he is the tree. Two separate objects becoming one.

Keigo lets out an annoyed grunt, and in one swift movement, hoists you into his arms, carrying you in bridal style. He looks down at your leg, which you can now see has a giant scarlet puddled gash in it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says while his wings begin to flap. The gusts blow foliage around you as you lift off the ground, and Keigo offers you a sort of sweet, conjugal smile. “After that, we can discuss your...punishment.”

A sob tears out from your throat. Keigo tuts, cradling you closer to his chest.

“You don’t have to worry, little dove. Though, I do promise to be gentle, don’t expect me to act like a gentleman. You’ve put us through the ringer today, and once you’re healed and healthy, we’ll work on all the ways you’ll be apologizing. Until then, let’s go home.”

Home. The place where Keigo will have you locked away in his birdcage of a loft. The place where you give him your body, your mind, your freedom, and now, even your sorrow.

While the two of you take flight, you think to cry some more--to let it all out of your system before you have your captor’s undivided attention. But as he flies, he hums a tune, and soon your eyelids fall, and you slacken in his embrace.

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julies-butterflies · 3 years ago

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“One of us is starting to fall asleep.”-jukebox?

cuddle dialogue prompts ( no longer accepting ) ( read on ao3 )

By now, Julie knows that Luke and sleep don’t exactly get along.

Like... peanut butter and coleslaw. Studying and roller coasters. Alex and high school athletics. Luke and sleep are polar opposites, and flat-out don’t have time for each other. Whatever fundamental sequence of Luke’s DNA, whatever weird criss-cross firing of neurons in his head looks at a good night’s sleep, and decides, “nope, not for me...”

Well, Julie doesn’t get it, but that’s how Luke’s made. Apparently, it’s how he’s always been, even when he was alive. Everyone else just has to deal with it.

“You’re keeping me up,” she announces, drawing her fuzzy blanket tighter around her shoulders.

Luke’s head shoots up, surprised — and sure, he’s got a right to be, considering it’s almost two in the morning. No sane person would be up this late. Not by choice, anyways... and Julie isn’t choosing to be awake herself. Something inside of her — one of those lightbulbs in her chest that blaze bright whenever the boys are near, that can feel them like a low, humming frequency even when they’re out of sight — is still awake, and buzzing. Late nights are like this. Whenever Luke can’t put himself to sleep — whether his brain is too loud, or his body too charged with energy — Julie feels it. She doesn’t want to, and definitely doesn’t enjoy it... but this is what her life has become. Being kept awake half the night by cute, insomniac ghosts.

He lowers his pencil slowly, and pulls his notebook against his chest. Luke sucks his cheeks, looking sheepish.

“Sorry. I, uhh, I was just —“ He gestures vaguely around the darkened studio. A few faint snores echo from the loft, where Alex has set up a private space for himself. Reggie is face down on the sofa in a pile of blankets, hugging them to his chest like a kangaroo protecting its baby. (Julie’s going to have to get him a stuffed animal to snuggle one of these days; half the reason Luke doesn’t sleep, she suspects, is because Reggie’s such a blanket hog.)

The studio is dark except for a single light, glowing in the corner of the room. Luke is curled up there, with his notebook against his knees… but he wasn’t writing when Julie slipped in. He was glaring down at the page like it personally offended him. Now, he sets the notebook aside without a second glance, turning his full attention on her.

“Just felt like there was a song in my head, and I had to get it out. But it’s, uhh…” He gives his shaggy head a shake. “Not coming.”

“Maybe ‘cause you’re exhausted.” Julie crosses her arms. “It’s way past bedtime, Luke.”

“I’m a ghost, though.” He spreads his arms wide and leans back in his seat, like that’s something to be proud of. “Ghosts don’t have bedtimes.”

Without blinking, Julie crosses over to the couch and gives it a firm kick.

“Reggie? When’s your bedtime?”

Reggie snorts, popping his head up. “Ten-thirty,” he mutters… before faceplanting in the blankets again.

Luke rolls his eyes. “Reggie can have a bedtime if he wants to. I’m a free agent.”

“You’re an insomniac, and should probably talk to someone.”

“You know any good ghost doctors?”

Julie’s eye twitches. “We’ll find one.”

Tipping his head back towards the ceiling, Luke clicks his tongue. “I dunno, Jules, it’s been a while since my last checkup… I don’t got time for all the bells and whistles, you know? They’re gonna take that little hammer to my knee, and it’s gonna go right through me… they're gonna look for my heartbeat and be real confused... probably try to give me some spooky X-rays…” He gasps, and bolts upright. “Julie, they’re gonna find out I don’t have a skeleton!”

Okay, thinks Julie, the late hour is definitely getting to his head.

“Is that your excuse?”

The unexpected voice from the darkness sends them both jumping out of their skin. Luke flails, nearly falling out of his chair; blinking up at the loft, Julie’s eyes widen as a phenomenal mess of bedhead peeks out over the railing.

“We all know you’re afraid of needles. You haven’t had a booster shot in thirty years, Luke.” Alex glares down at them both. “Now, either shut up or go away, some of us are trying to sleep!”

Reggie holds up a hand, and mumbles something like “agreed,” into his pillow.

Clapping her palm over her mouth, Julie exchanges a sheepish glance with Luke. It takes every ounce of her self-control not to burst out laughing — Alex might actually start throwing things at them — but from the way Luke’s shoulders shake, she doesn’t trust him to hold out.

“Okay, sorry, we’re leaving,” she says in an hushed rush… and, before Luke can say another word, she snags him by the arm and pulls him with her.

They slip out the doors of the studio, and break into the humid night air. May in Los Angeles is just beginning to get hot -hot; warm enough to justify tank tops instead of sweatshirts, flip-flops instead of monster slippers. Julie’s pajamas aren’t anything interesting — Luke’s seen her in worse — but under the cool moonlight, his eyes still drink her in as if seeing her for the first time.

“You sleep with all those necklaces on?” he asks.

Okay, maybe he is seeing her for the first time, because Julie’s slept with her jewelry on since, like… sixth grade.

“You’re just noticing?”

“They’re pretty in the moonlight,” he replies, like it’s a foregone conclusion; then his brows furrow. “What if they choke you?”

“That’s not how it works, Luke.”

“Sure it is! All they need to do is get a little tangled up —“ He mimes, presumably, Julie doing acrobatics in her sleep. “And wham, you end up all strangled to death! I know we’ve got a gimmick, Julie, but we don’t gotta make it a full-phantom band so soon.”

“You say that like you’ve got plans for my death.”

“I mean…” He shrugs, the picture of innocence. “Not in the near future, but, y’know, we can't have you out-aging us…”

“Oh,” she says, beginning the long trek up the pathway to the house. “So I’ve got… two years before you guys decide to kill me. That’s reassuring.”

Luke follows after her, their footsteps echoing together. “Eh, we could stretch it to five. Six, tops. You’re tiny, you’ve still got a few good years left in you. Not like you’re gonna go all grandma on us too soon.”

Julie gasps, and swats at him. Luke accepts the hit to the chest with dignity, biting back a grin. He looks unfairly handsome in the moonlight… and Julie refuses to think about that, because it opens up a wole Pandora’s Box of issues, ranging from the obvious (he’s a ghost eternally trapped at seventeen and, unless he somehow comes back to life through the power of music, I am going to get older than him someday) to the serious (he’s keeping me up at two in the morning).

Luke isn’t handsome. He’s a sleepless menace, and Julie shouldn’t entertain him a second longer.

They reach her door. Somehow, they come to a stop at exactly the same time, turning towards each other. Julie tugs her blanket tighter around her bare shoulders. Luke reaches out, and pulls the door open for her.

“I guess —“ he says.

“Yeah,” Julie agrees quickly. “Sounds good.”

“Great.”

“Goodnight, then?”

“Yeah. Goodnight.”

They smile at each other for a second, close-lipped and quiet… before something in Julie breaks, and she lays a hand on his arm. Somehow, he’s always so warm under her touch, so solid. He feels like a promise always kept… a steadiness, a certainty. A comfort.

“Come on,” she says softly, taking them both by surprise. “My bed has room for two.”

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He’s still so very warm, in bed next to her, with their legs tangled and bodies brushing whenever they move. It’s too humid for covers, so Julie’s got her favorite sheet, instead. As soon as Luke sees it, he billows it up into the air, and lets it fall down on top of them both like a parachute. Julie claps a hand over her mouth to hide her giggles. Even in the darkness of her bedroom — lit by the dimly glowing fairylights she only put on to keep Luke from tripping over her carpet — his grin is blinding. As the sheet flutters down over them both, she stretches her arms up to welcome it; he laughs so loudly, it’s a good thing her dad and brother can’t hear.

“This,” she huffs, once they’re both hiding under the covers, “this isn’t what we should be doing. It’s two in the morning.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Totally right.” Luke’s quiet for a moment — before shaking the covers again, causing a wave of air to roll over them. He makes a ridiculous whoosh! noise, and Julie snorts.

“Stop!” She swats at his shoulder again; the sound is harsher than the impact. Luke yelps and curls in on himself, feigning a mortal injury. Over his groans and moans and “Julie, how could you”s, Julie can’t restrain another fit of giggles.

Oh god, she’s gone for this boy. She really is.

It’s two in the morning, and she’s in hysterics in her bedroom over a boy no one else in the world can see… and he’s smiling at her like she’s the brightest star blazing in the sky, and his legs are brushing hers, and she can feel the pulse of his heartbeat, the warmth of his breath… which shouldn’t be possible, because he’s dead.

Luke reaches up. Gently, he brushes a stray curl from Julie’s temple. His hand lingers, and Julie feels dizzy.

“This feels like heaven,” he says softly.

Julie’s breath catches.

“I… thought you said you’d never get there.”

“Yeah, well…” When he chuckles, his breath ruffles her hair. “I’m not much of a believer in the ‘all rockstars go to heaven’ kinda thing… I don’t even know if I buy into that stuff, period.” He shrugs, and glances down, at the bare inches of space in between them. “But this… is what it’d feel like, I think. Right here, with you. This kind of forever.”

“With...” She swallows past a throat that is suddenly too dry, forcing words together in a head that reverberates with heaven and you. Forever. God, can they make this last forever?

Instead of speaking, her hand finds Luke’s in the darkness. Their palms press; their fingers intertwine. He is restless beneath her touch, all calluses and carelessness and nervous energy… but Julie holds him until she feels him relax, then slowly raises their hands up between them.

“I’d like that,” she whispers. “To stay here forever.”

His eyes shine bright. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She swallows. “As long as it’s with you.”

These are exactly the sort of confessions that could not be made any time other than late in the night, or early in the morning — that funny liminal space of existence, the hours where nothing is really real, and everything feels like it matters too much. Julie is floating, and Luke is right here with her. He’s smiling inches away from her face… and if she wanted to lean over, to close the distance between them, it would be as easy as breathing.

She doesn’t, though, because this moment feels sacred. She won’t claim it selfishly for herself — won’t turn it into something it’s not. This moment is shared, between her and Luke... secrets whispered in the dark for their ears alone. It should stay that way.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes softly, like it’s all he knows for sure.

“You’re amazing,” she replies, in the same voice.

“You’re a star.”

“You’re inspiring.”

“You make me feel alive again.”

“So do you.”

They exhale in the silence, the words floating through the air around them. Julie imagines she can see them glowing in the darkness. If she wanted, she could pluck them out of thin air, tuck them away in her dream box and save them forever. This feels like the sort of moment that belongs there — halfway between dream and waking, almost too good to be true.

For a while, they don’t talk at all. Luke plays with her hair, and Julie twines their fingers. Their breaths match each other’s in the silence. It feels like floating down a lazy river, and slowly, Julie can feel herself being carried away.

She’s only aware of her eyes getting heavier when Luke’s fingers graze her brow, and she can’t force her lids open to look at him.

“Looks like one of us is starting to fall asleep,” Luke teases, his voice soft.

Julie humms, and feels herself smile. “You.”

“Not me.” His voice is smiling, too. “You.”

“You need t’ sleep.” She exhales, and sees it ruffle his hair like leaves on a tree. His nose scrunches up. He doesn’t look drowsy — not like he’s drowning in it, like she is — but he’s not wide awake, either. His head is quiet, his soul is calm; the hive of bees buzzing in Julie’s chest has given up the ghost for tonight. (Little Luke-shaped bees, with beanies and guitars, who keep flying into everything because they’ve got too much energy…)

She bursts into giggles again at the thought. They spill from her lips like honey; she’s too tired to silence them, nevermind hide her grin. Instead, she slumps against Luke, muffling herself against his shoulder. He smells like pine needles and sunshine. His arms wrap around her back to steady her, and she can feel him smiling against her, and Julie thinks…

Julie thinks…

Forever.

“What’s so funny?” he murmurs into the crown of her head.

“Bees,” she replies, and giggles again.

“Oh yeah?” He hums, like this makes perfect sense. “I mean, yeah, they’re pretty hilarious.”

“Mmm.” She presses her face against his shoulder, and decides to stay there. “Mmm.”

For a long moment, he’s completely still — like the world’s most realistic stuffed animal, the coziest pillow ever made — before his hand tentatively begins to massage between her shoulder blades, running up and down her spine.

“You good, Julie?” he murmurs softly, and Julie humms again.

“Stay with me,” she manages to say. Forever. “Sleep here… with me.”

Luke’s caress feels like a lullaby. The lips that graze her temple are a promise.

“Don’t worry, Julie,” he murmurs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Somehow, forever feels good enough for tonight.

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𖣠﹐ghost of the eighth star!

❝ hongjoong wants to move into a larger apartment to accommodate for his art studio but almost every place he comes across is way out of his budget. then he finds the perfect place at the perfect price. he will soon find out why the place was so cheap ❞

┆ paring! — artist!hongjoong x gn!reader

┆ genre! — “horror / thriller”. angst.

┆ warnings! — mentions of infidelity and murder. actual murder. mentions of suicide. urban legend (not a real one i don’t think. i made it up myself). insanity. delusions. hallucinations. haunting. seonghwa makes an appearance.

┆ word count! — 3.6k+

┆ taglist! — @the-marionettes-locket ♡

being an artist, hongjoong never seemed to have enough space. he needed every single piece of square footage possibly to accommodate for his supplies. it was just getting harder as time went on so he decided to finally pack up and looking for a bigger place. however it was extremely hard finding a huge place that wouldn’t break the bank

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he searched for weeks and then he found the perfect spot. it was a loft in the heart seoul. it was previously used as a office space but now it was going to be used as his very own art studio. it was extremely cheap but hongjoong was too excited to question it.

the apartment was really nice and spacious too. it even had a huge mirror against the wall that hit ceiling to floor. it seemed like a win-win since he's been wanting a huge mirror anyway. after signing his lease, he moved his things into the loft right away. he finally didn’t have to stress about where his canvases were gonna go or where he was gonna store his thrift clothes that he plans to flip.

on the first night, hongjoong felt a strange presence within the loft but didn’t think too much of it. i just have to adjust to being in a new spot that’s all he thought to himself while organizing the little corner he decided will be his bedroom.

days turn into weeks and he just couldn’t shake the eerie feeling. while he was relaxing on his couch searching the internet for new paints, he felt the seat next to him dip. " hey! who’s there?! " he frankly gets up and shouts facing the couch as a shiver rushes through his body. the figure on the couch makes itself visible and soon hongjoong is greeted with the purest smile he has ever seen

" hi! i’m y/n " you wave at him. hongjoong rubs his eyes and refocuses on you to make sure he’s not hallucinating. you sigh before standing up and making your way to stand in front of him. he tries to take a step back but you reach out and stop him. another shiver runs down his body and he felt you cold transparent hand touch his skin

" before you ask any questions, let me get the basics out of the way: you are not imagining me, i am real. i’ve lived here for 67 years. all i want is your help. " you said trying to make him comfortable. hongjoong was so shocked that his vision went black before his body hit the floor. you moved him from off the cold floor and into his bed. this happens all the time. you knew that your existence alone was enough to send someone into a early grave.

you ran your hands through hongjoong’s hair as he lies in his bed. he looked… peaceful. it brought a smile to your face. hongjoong's eyes slowly fluttered open and greeted your soft face staring down at him. hongjoong was two seconds away from screaming at the top of his lungs. " please don't scream. " you said softly. he closed his mouth but the fear never left his eyes. that was the same look e v e r y o n e gave when they first saw you. it's understandable right? how else are you suppose to react when you see a six decade old ghost lingering in your home?

" please explain to me what is going on." he asked. he sat up against the headboard of his bed and you took a sit directly in front of him. " my name is y/n. i died sixty-seven years ago. i've been stuck here on earth and i need your help ". hongjoong had no idea how to react to that statement. he didn't even know if this was even real. he swore he was dreaming. " if you died sixty seven years ago, how come you look my age? " he asked widening his eyes to appear less scared. it didn't work but it was adorable you giggled at his question. no had ever asked that

" that's because i died when i was 22 years old. " he nodded at that. " is there anything else you want to ask me? " you asked. " you said you wanted my help. how can i help you? " he asked. finally the important questions. whenever someone moved into your loft, some would try to help you but ultimately fail and pay the ultimate price. you couldn’t help it. you definitely had some type of curse attached to you. you smiled at him trying to show you're harmless

" my partner and i use to live in this loft. we were madly in love, at least i thought so. i thought we would be together forever. that was until i caught him sleeping with another. after that, we parted ways. i died of a broken heart in this loft ". that was the story you told everyone who lived here.

he sighed hearing your words, it sounded straight out of a movie. " the only way i'll be able to move on is if i forgive my ex partner but i cannot find it in my heart to do so. that's where you come in " you continued. " so all i have to do is help you find forgiveness? " he raised an eyebrow at you. he felt very weird. there's a ghost in his house yet why does he suddenly feel so... comfortable. you did have that affect on people. it was almost like a power of yours. you nodded at hongjoong's question flashing him a smile

" may i ask what is your name? "

" hongjoong. kim hongjoong "

" it's nice to meet you kim hongjoong "

that was definitely a name you'll remember forever. " tell me about yourself. " he asked. no one ever asked about you. you felt warmness where your beating heart should be. " well i was born on october 24th 1954. that night there was a star that crashed onto earth. scientists believe that star was the eighth star to even be formed in the universe. because of this fact, my family called me the eighth star. you can call me that too if you want "

he smiled softly. " that's actually really cool " now it was your turn to smile. " i think that's the only interesting thing about me. my past lover use to paint me in the stars... it was beautiful ". tears formed in your eyes recalling them. how could they have cheated on you when they've always done so many loving things for you? people always turned out to be liars. even you.

two months later

hongjoong decided to have one of his close friends seonghwa come hang out at his place. he was worried about how you would react to seonghwa more than he was worried about how seonghwa would react to you. hongjoong was leaning against his kitchen island while seonghwa was sitting in one of the chairs in front of it

you were sitting in the other chair right next to seonghwa but of course he didn't know that. there was something about seonghwa that you didn’t like. his aura was a little too dark for your liking. the boys were talking about the most random things for hours on end.

“ why haven’t you published any of your art lately? your last exhibition was successful im sure the public would like to see another one “ seonghwa asked taking a sip on his drink. hongjoong sighed thinking about his last art show. it was a small one but it’s one of his prides. in all honesty, he hadn’t had inspiration for a while. he sighed also taking a sip of his drink and slowly looked over to you

your eyes were completely locked on seonghwa but you remained expressionless. it was really hard to read. “ i just haven’t had the inspiration. my mind has been clouded with other things “

“ hmm? like what “ seonghwa widened his eyes. it was unlike his friend to have creative block. “ there’s someone… “ he started looking down avoiding his friends gaze. seonghwa smiled “ oh! you’re dating someone? why didn’t you tell me?! “

“ i’m not dating anyone. how did your mind go straight to that? " he laughed at his friend. it was always funny how his friend's mind went to the most random scenario. " you haven't dated anyone since we were in high school. it's been a really long time you know " hongjoong has been really focused on his art that he just hadn't made time to meet new people to even start friendships

that was up until you came along. your presence was always there. he found comfort in you. why should he go out and meet someone new. you were sitting right next to seonghwa. there was no way he didn't feel you too... right? " i've been thinking about someone. someone who i have to help " he started slowly, hoping his friend doesn't think he's crazy " really? who do you have to help? "

hongjoong points to the chair next to his friend. seonghwa turns his body in the direction of hongjoong's finger. " hongjoong. sweetheart. " he started " what are you pointing at? "

" y/n of course. can't you see them? " he raised his eyebrow at seonghwa. " y/n? am i suppose to know who that is? ". hongjoong focused back to the chair and notices that it is empty. where did you go. he called out for you and looked around his loft. seonghwa had never seen his friend act this way. he couldn't have lost his mind from stressing out over his work could he?

" hongjoong look at me " seonghwa grabbed hold of his face and made him look deep into his eyes. he had always been a supportive friend. he never doubted hongjoong a day in his life and he's not going to start today. " who is y/n and why do you have to help them? " he asked

how could he explain that theres a ghost living in his house who died from heartbreak sixty seven years ago and needs help to forgive their past lover. theres no way he could explain that without looking completely insane. but maybe he was. " y/n is someone who lives here with me. well actually this is their place and i live here with them. they've been here for the last sixty years. " he started. he looked deeply into seonghwa's eyes hoping he wasn't freaking his friend out, however his eyes just looked calm. he was truly listening to him

" y/n and their partner lived here together. their partner cheated on them and y/n was so heartbroken that they died right in his place. i have to help them forgive their ex so they can move onto the afterlife. " hongjoong looked down avoiding seonghwa's eyes completely afraid of what he might think.

seonghwa took time to think about the information he was just told. it sounded... awfully familiar. " hongjoong can i tell you something? ". he nodded his head before looking back at him

" there's a legend my grandmother use to tell me about this curse. i don't remember much of it but it was about this ghost who tell those they come across about their ex in attempts to help them avenge their death or something like that. " hongjoong tilted his head to the side in confusion. " i don't remember the story word for word but what you just told me sounds all too familiar and nothing good ever happened in those tales. " seonghwa continued and let go of his friends face.

seonghwa started to gather his things getting ready to head home. " look i'm not saying i don't believe you. it just founds too familiar and i suddenly feel very eerie. " hongjoong sent him a reassuring smile, knowing that he would feel weird about what he just told him

however hongjoong didn't find what seonghwa told him weird either. he's been told that story too. his grandparents told him a similar story growing up but never believed in them. he thinks his friend is being paranoid because he knows that you are real. you feel way too real to be just a urban legend. seonghwa checked himself in the huge mirror in the living room before leaving out. hongjoong had already greeted his friend goodbye and went to use the restroom.

seonghwa look the time to admire himself in the large mirror then suddenly goosebumps washed over his body. something strange was happening and he couldn't point what it was. he look a deeper look into the mirror and noticed the image was... moving? everything behind him seemed to be distored. he turned away to see if he was slowly losing his mind. suddenly he felt something grab onto his shoulders and roughly pull him into the mirror.

hongjoong came into his living room and saw a note left on his mirror from seonghwa.

thanks for today ! i forgot to mention that i'm going on vacation with my family for a while so we won't be able to hang but you can text me whenever !! - psh

five months later

hongjoong had grown fond of your presence. you were always around during the times where he felt most alone. considering he lived by himself for quite some time, he missed being around people. yeah sure he had friends but he spent most of his time in his art studio. he found it ironic that his closest friend isn't even alive

you liked hongjoong being around too. he definitely was going to be the one you'll miss the most. living in the apartment together was eventful. it made you think of the moments you had with your past lover. you even started cooking for hongjoong but it never turned out the way you wanted. your cooking skills are based off recipes that are over sixty years old.

whenever hongjoong was working on new paintings or flipping new clothes, he would ask for your input. he couldn't help but think of you whenever he went out

" i wonder if y/n would like this. "

" y/n would enjoy this "

" i wish y/n could have come with me. "

such thoughts would scatter in his mind very often. hongjoong loved that you tried things out of your comfort zone. it was one of this many things he admired about you. many nights he spent laying in the dark just letting his thoughts cloud his mind, bringing his mood way down. now he didn't spend those days alone. he had you

he really wished he could tell his friends about you and how amazing you were. the closer you two got, the more he found himself falling for you. a ghost who is not apart of his world. hongjoong and you were sitting on his couch watching one of his favorite shows these days. you never understood the new generation media. everything seemed so obvious. the show you were watching followed the story of a elf and a sorcerer who fall in love in a society where neither cannot love outside of their realm.

out of all the shows and movies you've seen in your time, this was was very interesting. hongjoong paid extra close attention to the show. it hit a little too close to home than he would like to admit. he felt that his love for you was forbidden. how could he possibly be with you for the rest of his life. thoughts like this crossed his mind way too often

" y/n can i ask you something? " he broke your focus from the tv. you hummed and turned over to hongjoong who was playing with the ends of his sweater " have you ever fallen in love with... someone who wasn't like you? "

" what do you mean by that? "

" i mean you've lived in this place for over sixty years. you've seen so many people come and go. have you ever fallen in love with someone who was.. living? " his question caught you off guard. you widened your eyes and stared at him deep into his soul. hongjoong was full of so many surprises.

" i-i... i don't know... i don't really know what love is " you shyly stated. at that moment. everything just felt right to him. he was about to do the unthinkable. " listen y/n. we've lived together for seven months now. i really love having you around. i feel like... i wanna be with you forever " you smirked at him before giggling a bit

" oh hongjoong... that's what you mean. " it wouldn't be a lie to admit you were smitten by the guy living in your loft. he was adorable and insanely talented. out of all the people you met, he was your favorite. it will be such a shame when the inevitable happens soon " there is a way for us to be together but you'll have to be willing to make some sacrifices. " you continued

" i'm willing to do whatever it takes. i want to be with you and love you forever " you stand up and make yourself comfortable in between his legs. you pushed him back further into the couch and dragged your hands slowly down his chest. " i never told you this before but i have this magical quality that makes everyone fall in love with me. you simply just can't help it "

your words sent chills down his spine. his eyes locked with yours, hearing everything you were saying. " it makes this whole thing so much easier. " your hands wrap around his throat and began to apply pressure. hongjoong didn't think too much of your words. he just wanted to be with you. " you'll always be my favorite trophy my dear hongjoong. " was the last thing he heard before his vision slowly fades to black and his breathing stops.

hongjoong opened his eyes after what seems like hours only to be greeted by a face that was not of his dear y/n. " they got you too? " the person said holding out his to help hongjoong off the floor. he accepted and stood up slowly. he grabbed hold of his neck feeling a stinging pain. the place he was in looked exactly like his apartment, the only color being the people around including him

" what is this place? " he asked looking at the man who just helped him up. " it's what they called 'y/n's mirror' " they boy answered " my name is jeong yunho. " he said before hongjoong could say anything else. hongjoong widened his eyes in surprise. " wait a second. you're the guy that went missing 2 years ago! reporters said your death was a suicide! "

" all of that is true except the suicide part. i was killed by them "

them meaning you.

" so y/n is behind all of this? how is that possible? we're suppose to be together forever. " hongjoong started to panic. “ that’s just one of their lies. “ yunho commented. " the more fucked up part of this is that y/n nor their love ever existed. this is just their sick way of punishing people "

" how is that even possible? how could they never exist when i felt them... " hongjoong's voice got quiet, not even fully processing how you betrayed him. " y/n is just a personification of wrath formed in hell. they are extremely smart and cunning. " hongjoong couldn't believe what he was hearing. then he thought back to what seonghwa said. " so everything they told me.. isn't true? " he asked holding back his tears.

yunho sighed before patting the boy softly on his head and walking away. hongjoong scanned the monochrome apartment at the other people living in this hell. he soon notices his dear friend seonghwa sitting against the mirror. he dashes over to him. " seonghwa! " he called over. seonghwa lifts his head to see his friend running over to him with tears falling down his face. " how the hell did you get here? " hongjoong asked before taking a seat next to him in front of the mirror. " they.. they got me. y/n... " the fear in seonghwa's voice sent chills down his spine. he had never heard him sound so scared. " so i guess that story was true. " seonghwa nodded in disappointment. " so wait how long have you been here? " he asked " i've been here for five months. my family reported me missing "

" wait how come i never heard about your missing persons report then? " hongjoong was beyond confused. there was no word in this world that can describe how he felt " y/n made sure to hide it from you ". the two boys sigh and wait out against the mirror for all eternity. another victim of you.

Breaking News : 22 Year Old Kim Hongjoong found dead in Seoul Apartment Complex on July 6th 2021. Close friend to Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa (23), also reported missing.

On July 6th 2021, surrounding neighbors complained about a rotting smell in their complex. Authorities search the building and concluded the source of the smell was coming from the young males loft apartment.

Autopsy confirmes Hongjoong's death as a suicide by hanging.

About Five months ago, The family of Park Seonghwa reported him to be missing after visiting Kim Hongjoong.

Police decide to reopen investigations on Jeong Yunho (22), Song Mingi (21), Choi San (21), and Jung Wooyoung (21) and connect them to each other. Jeong Yunho mysteriously died in the same building along with Song Mingi going missing around the same time. Jung Wooyoung lived in the same loft with best friend Choi San but both suddenly gone missing.

Police decide to put Kang Yeosang, the best detective in the district, on the case.

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