#I mean it makes no sense that you'd want to save your kid's mother if she's the worst human and will only treat the kid accordingly | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

romeulusroy · 1 year

Text

Being the Smartest Roy Would Include:

A/N: Loosely based off this Peaky Blinders headcanon I wrote ages ago. I love writing baby Roy!Sibling :)

Logan takes all the credit, of course

You were smart even as a baby

You playing consisted of matching colors and shapes, counting, naming all the right animals. You were speaking and walking and talking at such early rates, too. It was impossible not to notice or compare to your siblings

Your mother, the woman between Caroline and Marcia, brought you to doctors, unsure of what to do. Of course, they'd have to wait for you to get older to test your IQ, but there was a lot of good news. You were excelling at a rapid rate

You were given tutors young since you surpassed your peers with the smallest bit of effort. You were bored in your classes with your peers, so much so that you skipped a few grades a few times. By the time you were 8 you were already in a 5th grade class, 13 by the time you graduate High School . You were graduated from an Ivy League by the time you're 18 years old

Kendall was more than happy helping you with your homework, even if it was mostly pretend help with silly questions you got wrong on purpose

"Does that make sense?"

"Yup, thank you Ken."

His smile made it all worth it - even if you had to erase and fix his work after he left

Your language tutors taught you Mandarin, French, Italian, German, Spanish, and Russian. Languages are your favorite thing to learn. Your father is very proud when you can talk to investors, no matter how young you are, in their mother tongue

You like teaching your siblings as well

Shiv listens to you, go on and on about the different cases and grammar, and fun words you can teach her even if she's only half listening

"Do you wanna know how to say cat?"

"Sure."

"Gatta."

"Cool."

Despite your sister's tone, she really was proud of you. You worked hard, and you deserved all this recognition. Besides, you're something of a secret weapon for the family

Roman uses you as his own personal Siri. He asks you things you know, things he thinks you should know, any genius should know

"The meaning of life is complicated. . ."

"What good are you?"

Connor is in awe of you. He never really had the focus for school. It was never his thing, but you amaze him. He'd been reading to you since you were a baby. At first those playful baby books, but as you grew, the books got thicker and thicker until you wanted him to read War and Peace. He eventually had to give up, letting you read it on your own

"How many pages do you have left?"

"300. I'll be finished in an hour."

The older you grow, the more you realize your intelligence has saved you from your fathers wrath, especially when you compare your childhoods. You were never hit or slapped, Logan always treated you like an equal, or at least as close to an equal as he could manage. That created some issues in itself. . .

You were seven and already aware of the amount of money your father had, was making and losing, etc. Poor deals would keep you up at night, worried you'd lose everything and your father would blame you. Gently, you'd have to tell him not to take it, not wanting to make him mad. It was too much stress for a child

Connor tried his best to let you have a childhood. He took you and the rest camping, to the park, the playground. He took you out for ice cream on the weekend and played with real toys, not the educational kind, between classes and tutors. You could turn off your brain with him and just be a kid. It wasn't often that you got to

Being the youngest and the smartest creates some rifts between you and your brothers and sister

You know Kendall is named successor, but you have an awful feeling your father will take it back and give the title to you

You didn't want to run the company, you'd had too much say in it already. You were practically your fathers advisor from the time you were six. If anything, when he retired, you wanted to retire too

You wouldn't dare tell Logan this, of course

He'd call you lazy, stupid, question your intelligence and drive. That was your worst fear, was letting him down, like the rest of your siblings

You fear the only reason he even stands you is because of your mind, your brain, that if you had been born with an average intelligence he would want nothing to do with you

One night you ask your sister this, who tries her best to gently let you down

"Just be grateful you're as smart as you are, okay?"

Roman calls has you as "Baby Genius" in his phone

He has been working your entire life to make as many jokes as possible about your intelligence. You never get tired of them though, instead coming up with comebacks just as quickly

"Give it a break, Poindexter."

"At least I'm capable of chewing gum and walking at the same time, idiot."

He treats you like a person, which is all you've ever wanted. You never wanted special attention or treatment because you're so smart, you just want to be treated like normal

Your father, of course, wouldn't dare. He doesn't want to waste your time, your intelligence. You were born this way for a reason, and he will not put it to waste. He expects more from you

It's exhausting. Not just because your brain never stops, it's always working and worrying and overthinking, but also for the way you're expected to be and act and live from your parents

You're basically your mothers show dog - do some math problems, say something smart, get a treat, and then go back to your crate

Both your parents think your siblings are a bad influence on you

"Y/n, stop fooling around!"

"We were just laughing. . . "

"Well stop it."

Tom is constantly trying to one-up you, but you're just too smart. Not only with math and literature and languages, but art, music, politics, etc. When he talks stupid you can't help but correct him

Cousin Greg is constantly giving you math problems to do on the spot, which he then checks with a calculator to be sure

"What's the square root on 945,678?

"972.45976."

You never have problems with forgetting anything because you also have a photographic memory. This works both in your favor and not. You remember anniversaries, birthdays, things people have said in passing, but you're also forced to relive every time Kendall has gone off script and every time your father has lashed out

You'll never forget the last words your father ever said to you, about how much you wasted your potential, that you were a failure like the rest of them, that he was embarrassed for you and about you. He never should have praised you as much as you did

All you said was that you thought he should leave Waystar to Ken, Shiv, and Rome, that you would be done when he was. You figured you'd get it over with before he made any decisions, not wanting to be left in charge. Of course you had no idea that was the last conversation you'd ever have

On that paper they found, it had been your name instead of Kendall's, underlined at first, crossed out in the end. You have to reassure your siblings that you knew nothing about this, that you told him you didn't want the company. They still don't fully believe you . . .

Being as smart as you are comes with perks of course, but overall it causes a lot of pain. You're not as close to your siblings because they think you're your father's favorite. You try though, you try to keep up the relationships, to be close to them

306 notes · View notes

voidwritesstuff · 5 months

Text

Nightwatch and Nightmares

Summary: war has to take the first half of the night watch on the maker tree,and finds himself with a human companion that leaves him wondering about just how far away in nature nephilim were from humans.

Cw: nightmares, unnamed human female character. (I dont really write x reader)

A/n: this was a gift for @moodymisty, also I have to clarify that I use dashes for dialogue!(my mother tongue is spanish, we use dashes for dialogue,thats just my writing style!). Misty I hope you like it!

He knew strife was going to get him tangled up in something,its strife we're talking about.

Which is how he finds himself keeping watch over the maker tree where all the humans were. He sits the at the edge of the entrance with his sword driven into the bark of the oversized Flora, the night Sky above twinkles with stars as its clear of any clouds.

He doesnt like this- being still and having to wait.

War has done it time and time again for missions,but this? This was different. He could do it- he would do it but he hated it.

Its the middle of the night, he hopes to at least crush a demon head. Instead,what he gets makes itself know with soft steps.

Walking behind him is a human girl,young, she holds on to her clothes as the air is a little chilly. Her eyes seem lost and she seems shaken.

The human sits close to the rider,perhaps because he meant safety and she needed some of that.

War- he didnt understand humans. He understands why he protects them Yes,but the intricacies of the human condition absolutely baffle Him.

--Tis late-- he says under his breath to not startle the girl-- what are you doing awake,human?

His companion pulls her knees to her chest, resting her hands on her lap.-- nightmare.

Light from the moon filters through the massive leaves of the tree,its a mesmerizing sight to behold. Theres Beauty in this destroyed world, a glimmer of hope for the humans.

After a moment of contemplation,war asks-- perhaps you'd like a listening ear? --She shook her head and a harsh wind blows, she shivers and her body shakes-- come closer, lest you freeze to death.

Reluctantly,the girl shuffles closer,enough that his radiating body heat subsides the effects of tbe chilly air on her skin.

--Theyre very vivid-My nightmares I mean-- she murmurs-- I dont want to talk about what it was about- I just want to go back to sleep but I cant shake off that lingering fear- do you guys even get nightmares?

Usually,he'd avoid being seen as weak or vulnerable. But the human was really shaken up and he didnt know what to say-- sometimes, yes.

--I didnt know that- WOW. We're similar in more ways than I thought-- she says absentmindedly, rubbing her palm with her thumb.

Well,that takes him off guard-- similar? Nephilim and human?

The girl shrugged-- well- you can develop bonds with people, your siblings I mean and the makers, too! Thats something important for us humans--she explains-- you can feel things like a sense of duty, or Curiosity. You can create things! Ive seen strife grab pieces of the maker tree and turn them into rustic toys for the kids! We also make stuff!

--Seems you have a point, little one-- he agrees, hes never seen it from that perspective. Now its glaringly obvious to him- how didnt he see it earlier?.

--You guys have a sense of humor too! I mean strifes the best example but ive seen you and fury laugh a little. You guys have troubles and worries like we do- i mean I could Keep going

Without noticing, the human had leaned on the rider for more warmth. Not that War minded,he didnt even feel her weight.

--As interesting as your ideas are human- I rather you save your strength--he states-- perhaps soon sleep Will find you-- then he makes a pause,trying to think the best words-- youre free to stay until you feel better

Yawning,the girl nodds and rubs her eyes-- cool--she wiggles a bit to find a comfortable space to lay on and she folds her arms over her chest. Her eyes feel heavy with sleep-- awesome- yknow? You guys are really good people- I mean yeah you hide behind snarky sarcastic comments but you care about us- so thank you.

He chuckles-- theres a lot you humans dont know about us.

--Yeah but we can tell when someone is good-- she added,a few words slurred-- and you guys are really good

Before he can say anything else,the girl falls asleep quietly. Body relaxing and leaning her whole dead weight on him,he barely even noticed it. But his gauntlet does lay its hand on the human to Keep tjem warm.

--Rest human,ill Keep you safe-- he murmurs before thinking "including from nightmares"

When strife comes by to switch with his youngest brother, War carries the human to a spare bed, not sure where her room was. He makes sure the covers are well laid on her and he takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Humans always looked so heavenly when they rested.

He decides he could get some rest of his own,so the red rider goes to find a quiet,dark corner of the tree to sit on and rest for a few hours. In his mind linger the words of the girl,War wonders just how much humans and nephilim were similar to eachother.

Humans,they really are an interesting thing.

#war #war darksiders #darksiders war #darksiders x reader #darksiders fanfiction

38 notes · View notes

prompts-by-anjali · 1 year

Text

prompts masterlist

*smoothly turns around in swivel chair, petting a kitty in my lap* oh, hello. i didn't see you there. all the same, thanks for dropping by. i hope this little side blog helps you with some character inspiration and dialogue. else, try petting the kitty. it always helps me. *kitty jumps over to you for pets*

if the feline isn't the fix, requests are open. feel free to request dialogue prompts, an overly specific character archetype, or submit your own :)

✨ overly specific character archetypes ✨

the unhinged character

the wholesome fangirl character

the “i am shit” or “i am THE shit” character

the pure adrenaline character

the coward character

the villain-turned-mother-hen character

the reluctant villain

the well-meaning jinxed character

the polite rogue character

the tone deaf character

the infinitely armed character

the unassuming genius character

the “never hurt kids” character

the parent figure character

the himbo character

the comic-relief-turned-tragic character

the “ray of sunshine with a dark backstory” character

the “light among shadows” character

the broken ace character

the secret heir character

the gentle giant character

the “it’s all about the presentation” character

the “hopelessly pining” characters

the character who clearly needs therapy and a hug too probably

the "horror movie first kill" character

the extremely prepared character

the character who finally snaps

the character who breaks away

the "exponential gratitude" character

the "harem magnet" character

the character who will fight for your honor at all costs, even if you don't need them to

the character who appreciates culinary artistry

the "boy cried wolf" character

the "save the world" character

the "screw the world" character

the withering ace character

the parentified child character

the masked ace character

the "well-read by no bedside manner" character

the "sixth sense" character

the olive branch character

the wilted ace character

the "bridges have been burned" character

the "peacemaker in the battlefield" character

the "can only trust one person" character

the "soulless avenger" character

the "needs to take their own advice" character

✨ dialogue prompts ✨

that was a bust

i assumed you'd be disappointed

this isn't where we're supposed to be

i trusted you

do i know you?

i love you

why are you staring at me

and that's another case, all wrapped up

you had everything

you don't understand what i've been through

i never thought i'd see you again

i need your help

you love me?

i can, y'know. patch you up good

how long have you been spying on me, you pervert

go get out

i've wanted to ask you this question

you're three minutes late (princess x commoner)

what are you hiding

i can't believe you did that

and don't say fake-out make-out

can you not get killed so much

i'm not going to let you do this alone

these are how fights go

this isn't what i signed up for

i thought you said you had a plan

you're not too bad at this

dude! you just saved my life

that was a mouse

why don't you ever stay dead?

don't leave me here. please

i told them the ransom and they asked me for a discount

you're not real

i would do anything for you, your highness

oi. can you stop crying so loud

don't give me the silent treatment

you did this

we survived!

i could kiss you right now

will you not scream in terror now

get it over with

i'm home

that's it. im leaving

how have you not left yet

you're hurt, human

it's always been you

hey (meet disaster)

here to make fun of me?

you're so cute when you struggle

#masterpost #masterlist #will update in batches!#writing prompts #dialogue prompts #prompt masterlist #creative writing #character prompt #character prompts #requests open

86 notes · View notes

i-cant-sing · 2 years

Note

Hello I was wondering if we can get a part 2 the platonic surgeon dabi after reader arrives home and wondering why they're parents are being arrested or while they are still in dabi's office what was those little purple gummies are(melatonin gummies)

Platonic Yandere Surgeon Dabi pt 2

You folded the blanket neatly, completing making up the hospital bed. It was your last day here, you were gonna be discharged. And although Dr Dabi was insistent on keeping you for longer than 3 days, you were just as stubborn, promising you'd return to be more pain in his ass.

"Here are your things!" The nurse handed you the little belonging you'd brought along. Even though Dr Dabi had made sure that the entire hospital staff knew to treat you like a V.V.I.P patient, you had already charmed most of them on your own. I mean, there's no such thing as a perfect patient, but god did you come close to it. Always saying thank you, apologising when you'd need their help with basic things, cooperating with them when they'd change your IVs and bandages.

"Are you sure you don't need a wheelchair, sweetie?" The nurse asked once more, bringing the wheelchair inside your room again.

You smiled and shook your head. "No, thank you-"

"I don't remember telling you to give Miss Y/n the choice, Nurse Sophie." Dabi said, walking in with an irritated look on his face, his eye bags making him look angrier than usual.

The poor nurse stammered. "I- I just-" but Dabi didn't bother listening to her explanation, snatching the wheelchair from her and bring it to you.

"Sit."

You crossed your arms. "No. I'm fine walking on my own."

"Your stitches haven't healed yet, your ribs are still bruised. I don't need you getting another internal bleeding or passing out in my hospital."

"But I'm fine-"

"You either leave in the wheelchair, or you don't leave at all. I won't sign your discharge papers." Dabi said with a serious face, waiting for you to challenge him.

The nurse could only look between you two, sensing the tension, wondering who'd relent.

It was you.

"Ugh fine!" You said, plopping yourself in the chair. "You just want to embarrass me every chance you get, don't you?"

Dabi rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yeah, that's the big plan." He rolled you out of your room and down to the exit.

"Why are we in the parking?" You don't remember owning a car or bringing your bicycle.

"I'm driving you home."

"Why? I could just get a cab."

"I don't trust you or the cab. You'd probably hop out of it to save money."

"Hey! I'm not that poor!" You huffed. "Besides, I'd call a friend to pick me up."

Dabi wheeled you towards his BMW. "Look, I'll sleep better knowing you got home safe."

You sighed. "Fine, but you're gonna get some morphine."

"No."

"Acne cream? I'd make a couple of bucks selling that to kids at school."

Dabi face palmed. "Fine, whatever."

"What the fuck?" You hopped out of the car as soon as your house came into view. Why were there cop cars outside of your house?

"Y/n, stop-!" Dabi called from behind, but you ran ahead, finally stopping when the cops prevented you from going any further.

"That's my house! What's going on here?!"

One of the lead investigators walked ahead. "Are you miss Y/n L/n?"

"I- yes."

"Ma'am, we've received a report about child neglect and abuse-"

"T-thats not true!" You said, trying to come up with an excuse. "Who even gave you that report?!"

"Anonymous tip. But between you and me kid, it's probably a relative or one of your neighbours." The cop said, before looking back at the house. Just then your parents were being dragged out of the house. Your alcoholic father had was being pulled by 2 cops as he yelled obscenities at them, while your mother quietly wept as a cop lead her towards the police car.

"Mom!" You slipped past the cops and towards your mother, who cried when she saw you.

"Y/n! You're alive! I- I thought he'd killed you-"

"Mom! Shh! Don't say a word to the police! Not without a lawyer! I'll get you out of there!" You promised her. Your mother wasnt a bad person, she just never was able to defend you from your father.

You looked at your father, who'd now somehow managed to get away from the cops and made a run for you, tackling you to the ground. He began choking you.

"You bitch! This is all your fault!" He was close to crushing your windpipe, but the cops pulled him off you.

You could only cry as you watched them taken away. Dabi walked over to you, taking off his jacket and putting it around you, before pulling you up.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asked, but you only wept. What the fuck are you supposed to do now.

The lead investigator walked over to you. "Listen kid, your parents are gonna spend the night at the station where they're gonna be interrogated. You probably won't see them until they get a court date. You got somewhere to stay there until then?"

You stopped crying and nodded. "Yeah, I'll stay at my aunts."

"Need me to drive you?"

"I'll take her." Dabi told the cop, who only took his card before leaving.

You remained silent as Dabi drove you towards the address you'd gave him. But the location he'd came to, it was an abandoned house.

"Thanks for the ride." You said, about to leave the car but Dabi pulled you back in.

"There is no aunt, is there?"

"No." You didn't have it in you to lie anymore. "But I've spent a lot of nights at this abandoned house many times. I'll be fine."

"Are you out of your mind? Do you know the type of people that could get in there and what they'd do to you?"

"I'll be fine-"

"No, you won't." He began turning the car. around. "I'm taking you to my place-"

You slammed your hands on the dashboard. "I SAID I'LL BE FINE!" You yelled, before finally breaking down.

Dabi unbuckled himself and pulled you into a hug. "Shhh, come on. I'm sorry, okay? I just- I can't leave you here. If something happened to you, I'd- I'd never forgive myself."

"Why... do you care?" You whispered.

Dabi shrugged. "Dont you know it by now? You're my favourite pain in the ass." You chuckled.

"Still, I can't go to your house. I just- I cant, okay? It's weird, and you've already done enough for me."

Dabi sighed. "Alright. How about I take you back to the hospital then? You could stay in my office, crash on the couch for the night?"

You nodded. Dabi began driving back towards the hospital, and halfway through the drive, he saw you on browsing on your phone.

"What are you looking for?"

"Lawyers."

"Why?"

"To get my mom out."

Dabi didn't say anything after that, preferring to remain silent instead of pointing out that she deserves to be in jail. You're enough wounded emotionally as it is.

Dabi had gone to bring you a pillow and a blanket. His office was pretty big and minimilast interior, and it didn't look like he brought in a lot of people in here.

You honestly don't know how to thank him. He's gone above and beyond to help you, and not just tonight. Your medical bills that he always waived off, saying the hospital pays for them because they have a programme that takes cases on like yours. But deep down, you knew it was his pocket all your bills were being paid for.

"Y/n." You looked over to the door where Dabi stood, along with a man in a fine suit. "This is my boyfriend, Keigo Takami."

You stood up and shook his hand. "Its very nice to meet you."

"Likewise, kid." The blonde smiled.

"Y/n, he's a lawyer." Oh no. "Before you say no, at least tell him the whole story, maybe he can just consult you or refer you to a suitable lawyer."

You closed your eyes and thought for a bit. That's the thing, isn't it? Dr Dabi, he's always willing to help you, and that's why you can't turn him down when he offers more help because it feels... rude.

"Okay."

After 30 minutes, you'd told everything to Keigo. You'd explained that your father was an alcoholic and that's why he beat up often. Your mother got beat up by him too, but she was far too in love with him to ever stand up against him. Over time, it took a toll on her mentally and thus she never had it in her to leave your father. You'd grown up used to it, and you only had a year if school left before you left for college and you would take your mother with you.

"I see." Keigo nodded. "Can I be honest with you?"

"Yes."

"Chances of your parents getting out of jail are not good. Especially, since the police actually saw your father attack you."

"I don't care about my father. I need to get my mother out. She's not the abuser here, she's the victim!"

"She might be, but still, the prosecution will charge her with child neglect. And when they present it to the jury, no matter how much the lawyers say that your mother was the victim here, they'll pin it that she's mentally ill, thus unfit to become a mother. And then you'll be sent to foster care." Keigo said, watching the colour drain out of your face.

"But- but- if she gets a good lawyer, we might have a fighting chance! I'll- I'll even testify!"

"Your parents can't afford a good lawyer, hun. And the lawyer the state will give them, don't give a rats ass about cases like these." He said, his face solemn as you began tearing up. Keigo never liked being the bearer of bad news, but the truth always hurts.

You sniffled. "What... what can I do?"

"In my experience, the judge usually rules in the favour of the prosecuters. But... if you allow me to represent your mother, I might be able to help." Keigo said, before pulling out his card and handing it to you. "I have a firm, so I'll have enough resources to help your mom out. So, what's your decision?"

Your mouth was agape in surprise. You looked at Keigo, and then at Dabi who was leaving against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets, a lazy smile on his face.

"I- I can't." You looked down. "Thank you for everything you've done so far, but I can't accept this." You stood up and began walking towards the door. There's a limit to someone's kindness, and you do not want to take anymore than you already have.

"You might never see your mother again, Y/n." Those words, those goddamn words stopped you dead in your tracks. Dabi and Keigo watched as your shoulders began to tremble, and Keigo nodded at Dabi, who pulled you back inside, letting you cry into his shoulder.

Keigo sighed, pouring you a glass of water. "I know my words are harsh, but I need to give wakeup calls to my clients. If you really do want to save your mother, I'm the best shot you've got."

"I know you don't like accepting help, but you need to put your pride aside for this one, Y/n." Dabi said, pushing the glass to your lips. You calmed down and nodded.

"Fine, but- but I need you to write down your fees for this case right now." You gave him his card back, flipping it over so he'd write a number.

Keigo shook his head. "My firm does pro bonos-"

"No, Im not accepting charity. You're either gonna write me a number or I'll look for another lawyer." You said, lips pursed and determined look in your eyes. You won't relent.

Keigo and Dabi shared a look. Keigo sighed and pulled out his pen from his coat pocket, and wrote down a figure. From the number of zeroes in it, you knew it was a real fee, albeit a discounted one.

"You can pay this amount whenever you want, but I have 1 condition." You looked at him. "Until your mother is out, you're gonna live with us."

"No-"

"That's non negotiable. Take it or leave it." Keigo said, crossing his legs and looking at you with a serious face. He was not going to compromise on this. You looked at Dabi for help, but he shook his head. "Come on, it'll be good for all of us. I won't have to worry about you hurting yourself and Keigo can be in constant contact with you about your mother's case."

You thought about it, before nodding. "Okay, but you're gonna treat my mom like a real client, right? Draw up the paper work and stuff, and you'll put this fee in it too."

Keigo smiled. "Of course, and I'll put in my condition in as well. You're gonna sign it tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now that it's settled-" Keigo yawned and stretched his arms. "-let's go home! I'm tired as hell, Dabi!"

Dabi rolled his eyes and began pulling you out of the room. "You stayed home all day. How are you tired?"

"ZOOM MERTINGS TAKE A TOLL ON ME TOO, DABI!"

You laughed as the duo continued to bicker, and it was a sound that you fell asleep to in their car. Dabi and Keigo hushed when they saw your peaceful face, and they both shared a look before grinning like Cheshire cats.

Keigo was the one who tipped off the cops about your parents, and he was buddies with the lead investigator, which is why he told them to let go of your father and attack you, so that everyone had witnessed that. He did all this to please Dabi, and now that he'd met you, he saw why Dabi wanted to adopt you.

And tomorrow, you're gonna sign the document that makes you theirs forever. After all, you did agree to stay with them until your mother comes out of jail.

Now Keigo has just gotta make sure that she never does.

The devil is in the details.

#yandere surgeon dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere dabi #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere hawks #yandere lawyer hawks #yandere keigo #yandere keigo x reader #yandere keigo takami

354 notes · View notes

tiredassmage · 6 months

Note

Sorry if this sounds weird, but I hope it makes sense: Day, Formal, Wardrobe for Imp Leo vs Pub Leo

I GOT CHU, I GOT CHU! I think, at least, so let me take a swing at this. I am. so sorry it's taking me 800 years to get through everything. This semester be kickin' my butt, but I have been sitting on so many Leo questions for so long. Come back into the light, my favorite little smuggling goblin child...

[character design oc asks]

DAY - What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

I think even in just casual wear, Leo felt a lot of pressure from particularly their parents growing up about what kind of image they were putting out as a family to the rest of Imperial society. That probably meant still a fair bit of neutral colors - gotta love those Imperial grays. And probably a lot more long sleeved shirts, partially because of the cold periods on Ziost, but also because it means Leo could fidget with the ends of his sleeves. Things were likely a bit more properly fitted in contrast to now that he's defected and running his own life (not... always well, but... running!), he definitely prefers things that are maybe a size too big. He wants to be comfortable. I could totally see him as a band tee kind of kid. Assorted graphical t-shirts for the win.

Also, not exactly a part of any of this set, but... I do imagine he was also a lot neater with how he wore his hair when still Imperial, at least around family. If only because Vivienne and their mother probably fussed over him almost obsessively before letting him out anywhere and he grew tired of hearing about it all the time. He's picked up the habit since defecting (unintentionally) of keeping a stock of hair ties around his wrist. Not actively because he needs to use three at a time, but because he habitually abandons them on any flat surface when he lets his hair down and then forgets about them, so he ends up collecting them as he finds them in an effort to try not to forget them again.

FORMAL - What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

Leo would... actually cringe if you ever suggested him wear a suit ever again. As much as I'd love to see him in maybe a dark blue vest or something at least because it'd probably look very nice with his eyes, I think some kind of suit look tended to be the default to please the family. Or at least a sort of... business, fitted top and... honestly probably a bow tie. Can't see this man in the long neck tie to save my life. He probably knows how to do one, but blood of the Emperor would it kill his soul to wear one kdanflsadfnlsfd.

He has very little in formal wear these days. He's... glaringly lacked the need to since his defection and he's quite happy to keep it that way. You'd literally make him pout like a petulant teenager if you asked him to dress up. He hates it. (Because it is so buried in ties to the expectations his father had of him to live up to the family name and their standards and impressions of what he should do; a lot of it is from his father's expectations, but his mother and older sister contributed a fair bit, too.)

I'm so sorry to Dash that Leo still preens over Dash like... Leo could have bangs falling in his eyes while he's trying to perfectly part Dash's hair and just shrug off this glaring hypocrisy. Which is... something in there about Leo's perception of himself being not all that great (and thus having a bit of a hard time necessarily seeing whatever Dash might see in him as far as positive and admirable qualities) because the Family Disappointment syndrome, but that's.... a whole other thing to unpack dfkladsnfls.

WARDROBE - How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Listen. Leo probably has a selection of like five shirts that he loves to bits and, no, mending garments is not one of his little skills. He will wear things down and he'd also probably be the type to wear the same thing for several days straight because he got behind on laundry or just... because he was comfortable and not particularly seeing people. He still might honestly try even if neither of those things are exactly true. I don't think he... likes the idea of fashion shopping in general, given the connotations for him. And, again, for as much as he can preen about others, he's... not particularly always on top of his own appearances. He's... shit at taking his own advice, frankly. Including the bit that the way you dress yourself can affect how you think and feel about yourself. It's not necessarily about affording things, he just... has mixed feelings about the shopping bit. Sometimes it is liberating to add more one-size-too-large graphic prints to his collection by the handfuls and others the simple idea of having to replenish and update the wardrobe seems like the most insurmountable, horrible, terrible task you could ever ask him to do. How could you do this to him.

#answered #swtor ocs #ch: leo ashold

6 notes · View notes

xxitsxbillxhaderxnationxx · 1 year

Text

SPOILER ALERT: if you have not seen ANY of Barry season 4 yet...

Okay, so I'm just sitting here waiting for the next episode of anxiety (I.E Barry) to premiere and I started thinking some stuff...I would like you all to read this fully and leave any/all comments for the end. I am about to say some really crazy shit and it might not make sense, but trust me, it does.

There is very little known about Barry's mother. I mean when he was in jail, we got a flashback of Barry as child, and his dad (John) is introducing him to Fuchs. His mother is not in anyone of those flashbacks by the way. Ergo, I started thinking: what if Fuchs and John were working together as in John was Fuchs' hitman before Barry? Makes sense, wouldn't it? I mean, Fuchs didn't just wake up one day and say he wanted to start a hitman venture. It had to be something he was already doing before, right? Also he sort of mentioned that he would look after Barry since John saved his ass during Vietnam. But instead what if it was because John wanted to help Fuchs out by giving him a "new blood" knowing that his son had violent tendencies, which would make him a great hitman? Also do we know if Barry's dad is even alive anymore? what if he was killed during a hit? (yeah I realize I have fallen deep into the abyss. I am so deep in fact that there is no sunlight down here and I can't find my way back out)

Anyway, don't jump in yet, just hear my out. So, Barry's mom finds out that John is a hitman and/or they don't have a great relationship, so she medicates with alcohol and goes into a deep depression resulting in her self-assassination. I mean it is a common theme in the show. This leaves Barry in the care of his father, who let's face it, if he is a hitman, he's not going to be very loving towards his son. This results in Barry looking for other male role models to fill that void as he gets older (Fuchs...then Gene). So, moving forward, Barry joins the marines to try and validate his life. Spoiler alert, its only temporary. Now who does he see when he comes home? Fuchs. He comes in like an angel of death dressed in black, ready to help Barry and give him a purpose. (Also I wonder if it is Fuchs who got him out of the Marines in the first place?) He knows Barry has these violent tendencies (so does Barry's son, John).

I say all that for context. In the last episode of Barry, we see him and Sally have created some sort of "Family" as they play the roles of parents to an 8 year old child, named...John (after Barry's father). I hope you all are still with me because what I'm about to say next will BLOW your minds, and probably piss off some of you.

Sally is depressed, clearly. She is self medicating with alcohol and trying to hold up this "role" of being a wife/mother. She sucks at it by the way. If we were to say that Barry is sort of mimicking/or maybe trying to recreate his childhood (because let's face it, he is as the flashbacks are strangely similar to his "current" life). I can see Sally taking a trip down self-assassination boulevard leaving Barry to raise his son on his own. How will he do that? I can see him becoming a hitman again. Why you may ask, because Barry is a violent person and he is irredeemable. (He tries to bury these urges, however he is showing his son videos of a kid getting killed with a baseball bat and dying; those feelings are still very much present in Barry). Now becoming a hitman will cause him to grow distance towards his son until one day he introduces John to a man who will give him the paternal needs he has been looking for...and that man is...wait for it...HANK!! Then Hank grooms John into becoming the perfect hitman...BOOM full circle!! The cycle of violence continues!!

I see you Bill Hader and if you end the series like this, you'd be a fucking genius!! This would be an interesting twist, if I'm being honest.

8 notes · View notes

marshmallowprotection · 1 year

Note

playing around with the logistics of saeyoung w an mc who has a kid, the only work-arounds I can think of,

-the kid didn't initially go with them. we have 5 days for the common route, we could say MC was running errands or something while the kid was with a relative/friend/other trusted babysitter for a bit when the prologue happened, and it wasn't until after MC more or less moved in that they brought their kid (MC's prior living situation IS like, never mentioned. so maybe moving to the apartment after establishing it seemed safe seemed like a good choice. more space, nice neighborhood (according to unknown anyway. tho if rich bitch V was paying for it, he could def afford a decent place). they don't like, KNOW yet)

-mc & kid def go to stay with jumin when saeyoung leaves for mint eye but maybe they can support from like, a distance? like stay on the phone with him as much as they can. so like the only difference with day 10 is their physical presence. they're still There in a sense, so saeyoung can keep his head on straight

i dunno. I'm trying to think about it but yeah he'd definitely be 1,000,000% more stubborn about everything if a kid is involved

It's definitely a tough situation because Saeyoung's priority would be to tell you that your child comes first. He's right, your kid does come first. You have someone to protect. In that sense, he can relate to you and he understands what it means to be in charge of someone who is completely innocent. He was the only one who could take care of his twin because their mother wasn't going to do that. He knows what it means to be responsible for someone's safety.

Which is why any MC with a child is on thin ice with Saeyoung in the sense of, "I hope to God you didn't walk into this apartment with your kid because he is going to trust your judgment a lot and it's not going to matter how much damage control you do now, there's just no way to go back after that. "

If MC does go to the apartment, your assumption might be the only one that's feasible. They would need to be alone. Unknown wouldn't pick someone with a child, that's a liability, but! If he did, this MC has to be like, in parent mode, wanting to help Unknown. "Oh, goodness. Okay, I'll lend you a hand in this! I'll leave a note by the door and give them your number!"

This MC might be more trusting of the apartment complex since it is in a good neighborhood. It's still never advisable to go to a secondary location. Never do that, kids! But, if they decided to chance it, I think the area might convince them it's not dangerous. It would, at least, in this sense, be enough to make sure that Saeyoung wouldn't think so much less of you for risking a child's safety.

I just genuinely don't know how you could play out Saeyoung's Route being a parent. He wouldn't let you go with him on the mission, and you'd be in the dark for a damn while because Saeyoung has to duck and dodge a lot of agents in the field to get by. You being there in his route makes a lot of difference in Mint Eye. So, not even counting the Secret Ending content, I'd have to wonder—

You're the one that shoves the floppy disc in the computer to jolt Unknown before he pounces on Saeyoung to attack. How does that play out this time? When you're not there as a liability, Unknown goes for the kill. I wonder how that plays out, since, unfortunately, you're not going to be there. You're locked in the penthouse with Jumin for safety measures.

Like, I can see him doing his best to get by in a life on the run while he tries to save his twin, but you being there is what gives him a real chance to delay Vanderwood, too. You're not going to be there, how is Saeyoung going to fight the agency? You're the one that drives all of you out of there. How does that play out?

Like, yes, supporting him over the phone and video games is a really important factor that would help out... but there are so many things in the Route that depend on YOU.

It's not impossible to make this work out perfectly, but Saeyoung is the toughest character to play with in this situation because of what we know about him. I think this concept could be interesting to see written out but there are just so many factors that make it seem like...

Saeyoung will be killed later on because he doesn't have what he's getting originally, or Saeyoung never gets close to you because you have a child and he's afraid of A) more innocent people hurt due to his recklessness and B) we don't have time to unpack his parental trauma.

#character analysis #pastelsapphy #ask #mod kait

2 notes · View notes

postmodernmulticoloredcloak · 3 years

Note

So I watched 10.09 recently, and it has that part where Dean tells a story about him basically being almost roofied as a teen, but somehow it ends up framed as the funny joke and yet another proof that John "did what he could", and I kind of hate this? And it's the same episode in which MoC!Dean killed guys that kidnapped and tried to rape Claire, and you'd think writers would've addressed the parallels and acknowledge that Dean could've been triggered by this situation. 1/2

2/2 But in the end, it's never addressed, and the whole situation is framed as the proof that Dean is evil now. And I'm not even sure what I am trying to say, but with that being the show's approach back in s10, I'm not surprised about the finale anymore. Guess we should've known?

That’s an excellent angle to look at the issue because the Mark of Cain arc is a clear example of how people with different experiences will see the same thing in wildly different ways. There’s this phase of season 10 where everyone is like “oh no Dean is Getting Worse” and when you look at what Dean is doing... you actually go “...good for him”.

Let’s give Caesar what belongs to Caesar. It’s not “the writers” in this case, it’s Dabb. Plenty of other writers don’t fall into this John apologism thing. Just look at how the episode before Lebanon, written by Buckner and Ross Leming, says that sometimes John would temporarily kick Dean out because he was “pissed at him” despite Dean always taking his side to mantain the peace. It almost seems like a statement to sprinkle some salt given what Dabb does in Lebanon, you know? Maybe not, but there is a tension between “John was shitty” writers and “John did his best” writers.

In hindsight, we gave Dabb too much of the benefit of the doubt. We were like, weeell, that’s supposed to be way the characters perceive the truth, which is distorted by the trauma... But now it’s obvious that he truly believed in the John-did-his-best version. He brought him back and got Mary back with him. No matter what happened to the finale, the network didn’t print those pictures of John and Mary to hang on Sam’s wall. He never took Dean’s abuse seriously and it shows.

The “anedocte” of Dean getting drugged and “saved” by John from being raped is obviously there to parallel him with Claire. Which works! It’s so weird because it’s like. You are soooo close to getting the point. Younger Dean was assaulted just like this teenage girl is assaulted and Dean saves her... but apparently John yelling at those people is a good way of dealing with the issue, while murdering child traffickers is an overraction thus bad.

That’s the problem, isn’t it? That Dean’s murder spree is framed as an overreaction. Sam is like “tell me you had to do this! tell me it was you or them!” - the answer to which (by the narrative) is obviously no, it wasn’t self defense, he just killed them because he could. He just murdered those men for no reason except he felt like being murdery. And the audience is supposed to be like “oh no! Dean is murdery for no reason except for murderiness! That’s bad!”.

But it’s a power fantasy, isn’t it? Going on a murder spree on rapists and traffickers. I bet any people who’s been violated like that has fantasized of doing the exact thing Dean does here. Killing them all.

Dean had the physical strength and skill to kill them all, why shouldn’t he kill them? (I mean, in real life I’m against private justice because I’m a fan of the state of law, but the Supernatural universe obviously works on different principles than the state of law. Again, it’s a fictional narrative that plays out as a fantasy for the audience, so.)

So what was Dabb’s intention? I’m afraid it’s the worst one. “John Winchester’s not going to win any Number One Dad awards, you know? But, you know, damn if he wasn’t there when we needed him”. What the fuck, Dabb? It’s been established since season 1 that John WASN’T there when they needed him. Which... I’m afraid... leads us to the Cas-Claire plot in the episode. Cas has fucked off with Jimmy’s body leaving Claire on her own. Parallels how John wasn’t going to win wny Number One Dad awards. But! Cas is there when Claire Really Needs Him i.e. when she’s about to be raped by older men. Parallels how John was there when Dean Really Needed Him i.e. when he was about to be raped by older men.

I think the point is to say, Cas kinda sucked because he took Claire’s dad away but hey! He’s actually a good figure for Claire because he gets there in time to prevent her from being raped. Just like (ew) John kinda sucked as a father because hunting and stuff, but hey! He’s actually a good figure for Dean because he got there in time to prevent him from being raped.

It’s pretty yucky. Literally NOBODY wanted a parallel between Cas and John. But he made one. And he made one to absolve Cas from the guilt he carried for what he did to Claire (Claire’s mother is a mother so who fucking cares about her. She’s basically a Blurry Wife(TM), she’s only a tool for Claire’s arc, Cas apparently only cares about the harm he did the child, not the wife, for some reason.) and to absolve Cas from his guilt it absolves John too. Don’t worry, being a parent is hard. You often screw up. But you can *looks at smudged writing on hand* prevent the kid from being raped by predatory adults and everything’s fine now.

It’s not really important if the child suffered hunger or whatever, the only important thing is that they don’t get raped, because that’s bad, everything else is just a little detail.

All Dabb got with that scene was to paint Sam as extremely unsympathetic because he’s no longer a child, he’s a full adult now and still thinks of that episode at the CBGB as a funny story. That’s not a good look. It almost makes you think that the writer himself saw it as a funny story. Lol teenage boy biting more than he can chew. But then why the Claire parallel? The Claire scene onviously is not supposed to be anything but horrific. I'll give Dabb the benefit of the doubt on this specific thing.

It’s weird, yes, because Dabb wrote Dark Side of the Moon where he establishes that John was a bad husband/father even before tragedy hit the family. But apparently that’s the “not going to win any Number One Dad awards” part, I suppose? I guess he intended to write John as this flawed, ~complex~ figure who was imperfect but still brave and whatever blah blah did his best blah blah. I’m all for flawed complicated characters but a horrible father is a horrible father. A rose by any other name... parental abuse is still parental abuse even if the poor guy was complicated and traumatized and did what he thought he had to do to prepare his sons for a violent world.

Also, the story frames Dean’s escapade as a teenager being stupid. “You know what he got for that? Me whining about how much he embarrassed me. Me telling him that I hated him. But then he stopped and turned around looked at me and said, Son, you don’t like me? That’s fine. It’s not my job to be liked.” “It’s my job to raise you right.” This seems straight from a novel about teenagers doing something stupid that they’re too young to realize that their parents are right to be against them doing. But this isn’t just... a parent walking into a bar to stop their child to drink alcohol. Dean literally describes feeling sick from something that was inside the alcohol.

Sure, it makes sense that he’d lash out to John because of the shame and shock. But the scene is... off. Are we supposed to see this as a typical teenage mistake? Are we supposed to read it as something as horrific as what happened to Claire, literally sold into rape? Or, worse, are we supposed to see what happened to Claire as a teenage mistake, ah silly teenager, blindly trusting shady people, no wonder you end up in a situation where you’d get raped if a father figure didn’t sweep in and save you. I hope that wasn’t the intent.

To get back to Dean’s Mark-of-Cain violence, the writers clearly didn’t intend it to come from the Darkness up to a certain point. It was supposed to an arc about your own inner darkness (consider the Charlie episode, a couple episodes later). Then they came up with the idea of The(TM) Darkness, the suppressed cosmic feminine. While it caused a bit of dissonance in the subtext, it doesn’t really change Dean’s narrative, because his inner darkness is the trauma, and his trauma is inherebtly tied to the “feminine” i.e. the parts of him that don’t fit seamlessly into the scheme of toxic masculinity values. That the violence that comes from the Mark of Cain comes from Dean himself and that’s it, or is connected to the Darkness, it doesn’t change what it means for Dean. Dean and Amara have parallel histories, the feminine principle locked away, the trauma the anger stems from.

In 10x09 we’re still in the Before The (TM) Darkness era, before the suppressed cosmic feminine. The Mark of Cain arc is still about... well, Cain. But the shift is the signal that someone looked at Dean’s arc and said... you know what? “Lucifer gave me this curse so now I’m demonic and murdery” is meh. “Toxic masculinity suppresses the feminine and it creates trauma which rage and violence comes from” is more interesting. I don’t know whose idea it was, but it was a good idea, and surely the idea came from seeing how Dean’s MoC narrative was unfolding.

Dean’s MoC narrative was unfolding in a certain way, in fact, because of a pretty simple reason. There’s a fundamental tension in Dean’s MoC arc. We want him to go murdery, but it’s also our main character, so we don’t want him to do really horrible things because he still needs to be relatable. The audience cannot hate him, so he must NOT do something entirely unforgivable. He still needs to be somewhat relatable, even when demonic or demonic-adjacent.

So he goes on a murder spree... but it’s rapists and child traffickers. He’s demon, but he kills a misogynistic dude that wanted his wife dead for cheating on him. He’s a demon, but beats up dudes that harass women. He does a slaughter, but they’re nazi. He’s off the deep end, but works a case of kidnapped and abused young women...

Speaking of which. 10x23, written by Jeremy Carver. Dean works a case where a girl was killed while dressed scantily and Dean makes some slut-shaming remarks, and we’re supposed to think “whoa Dean, that’s bad”. But later he confronts the girl’s father and what does he say?

I’m just doing my job, Mr. McKinley.

By suggesting my daughter was a slut?

I’ll admit that thought crossed my mind. Then I came here, and I smelled the deceit and the beatings and the shame that pervade this home.

You shut your face right now.

And you know what? I don’t blame Rose anymore. No wonder she put on that skank outfit and went out there looking for validation, right into the arms of the monster that killed her.

Back then the episode was super controversial and everyone hated the case because of the apparent slut-shaming but I loved it! Because it’s not about the girl. It’s about Dean. Dean doesn’t think that a girl gets killed because she dresses in a miniskirt so it’s her fault. Dean is projecting on himself and he’s not actually victim blaming the girl, he’s victim blaming himself. And when he absolves the girl by putting the blame on the father... well, subtextually he’s absolving himself by putting the blame on his father. On the deceit and the beatings and the shame that pervaded his own home. He’s textually not ready to absolve himself, of course, he summons Death to ask him to kill him later, but subtextually he’s on the right path.

Rose McKinley basically did the same mistake Dean did at the CBGB when he trusted some older people who offered him drinks and the same mistake Claire did when she trusted a man who sold her for money because he offered him a place and stability. She trusted the wrong people (in this case, vampires, which adds the whole subtext of vampires and sexuality) who took advantage of her. Except Rose had no one to save her. (Her friend, Crystal, gets rescued by Dean, even if he causes the other hunter Rudy to die in the process.)

Carver’s writing is pretty brutal. The girl made that mistake because was abused at home, so she was desperate for validation and that desperation drove her into the wrong hands. (Rose even has a brother who blames himself for bringing her sister to her future murderers, destructive sibling relationship check.) It doesn’t actually even matter if Dean guessed right about Rose’s family situation, because what matters is what it tells us about Dean. He basically relates to a dead abused girl. Actually all through the season Dean is paralleled to “skanks” “sluts” and sex workers. Obviously this happens kinda all through the show, the whole “the business is based on absent fathers” thing happened much earlier in the story, so it’s not new. But s10 draws a picture of female suffering - abuse, manipulation and death. Season 10 was difficult to go through. In hindsight, it was probably on purpose because it was supposed to be darkest hour of the feminine. Summed with some good old fashioned misogyny, but hey.

The Carver era was wonky but Carver wanted to free the feminine. (I believe that Mary’s comeback, while written by Dabb because of the showrunner shift, was planned before the showrunner shift.) We thought the Dabb era wanted the same, with Mary choosing life and Amara being independent and so on, but it evidently wasn’t the case. Not a single woman arrives at end of the story. It’s hardly ~Bucklemming or ~the network or ~covid because it starts before the very end.

I’m not saying that dead sluts are more feminist than living women, but if the women die or disappear anyway (and they did) I’d rather have an exploration of trauma than nothing. And I definitely prefer a dead slut narrative that calls out parental abuse than a narrative where women live but abuse gets the you-did-your-best treatment.

Whoops! I digressed! But feel free to ask for any clarification or send me any observation or thought.

#anon #my spn thoughts #season 10 #spn 10x09 #spn 10x23 #dean and john #parental abuse #john winchester's a+ parenting #mark of cain #demon dean #spn #i love talking about season 10 uh

257 notes · View notes

arllenn · 3 years

Text

Staring down at Ruri- no Chime is his name, before you, you can help but feel tired. None of this is making any sense it’s all too much at once.

Bonderev, one of the dickheads behind what happened at black swan bay, had apparently been alive and living well enough to the point where he could give lessons on morality in his final moments. Imagine that! HIM a man who BLEW UP an ORPHANAGE and who had personally shot you and Renata, what he persumed to be, dead! And he had the nerve to ask you to, no- TELL you to protect his son, to not let his actions get in the way of YOU PROTECTING his SON! You’re so frustrated to the point where you’re not sure if you want to burst out into maniacal laughter, break down and cry or just destroy everything in your sight the same way that dickhead had done to you and your family all those years ago.

He had gotten everything and more. A family, a happy life, power and he was freed from all the consequences of his actions. So what about you what did you get? A permanent fear of trusting anyone because “hey I’ve already been used as a genetic experiment by the man I considered a father who then proceeded to blow me, everyone and everything I’ve ever loved to kingdom come! But sure thing nice stranger who I just met let’s be besties!” Makes so much sense. Oh, oh! What about stealing years away from your life! 20 to be exact, man you could’ve been married, had a family, gone to the capital and achieved everything you had wanted to! But no instead what you’re doing is standing here, the same 18 year old who couldn’t do anything to save your friends, your family, as you watched them die in front of you. You’re the person who even in her last moments Renata had to look after and protect. And wow doesn’t that smart, doesn’t it hurt to look down at Chime to see how weak he is, with a voice that trembles and eyes that seem one glare away from overflowing with tears, doesn’t it hurt to look at him and see the worst parts of yourself reflected back at you? The parts you wanted to bury so deep down inside that they’d be forgotten by even you. But here they are, loud and angry and demanding your attention.

Your throat closes in on itself, the hand on your hip tightens. It’s a painful squeeze that’s only purpose is to remind you that, no you can’t cry here, you can’t let anyone see you like that, you cant let yourself be like that, not here. Not in front of people who you should know, who you should trust but who you don't You've spent more time running around for them then with them. It's mean and the ugly cloying feeling that rises up from your chest makes you look back at your relationship with 'your' uperclassmen. Were you even close enough to be called comrades? friends? Most of the time it felt like you were just there. A living phone running to deliver messages from one of them to another. Running errands, throwing yourself into danger or just escaping death for what? People who, people who you- people who you... what even are they to you? Right now your upperclassmen feel miles away from you, both emotionally and physically.

Your nails were starting to dig into your skin in a way that was more then painful. You could feel the moment the skin on both your hip and the palm of your other hand broke. Pulling your lip in between your teeth you try and tune back into the conversation waiting for the right words, for your upperclassmen to throw another request at you so that you can leave, preferably go outside and beat the shit out of one of the trash cans out back before running off into danger once again to fulfill their orders like you always did. And wow, isn’t that something... even now, even now, you’re still just blindly following people’s orders, never asking questions, never saying no. What... what is wrong with you? Hadn’t you learned your lesson already? Hadn't you learned after Herzog that you don't, you can't, just do that. Last time you did that you grabbed onto a rotten rope, a horribly, disgustingly, rotten rope.

"Promsing to protect somebody so recklessly is a foolish thing... nevertheless... thank you." Chime's retelling of his life comes to an end at a convient time. It's perfect really, and so you take that moment, the lull after his thanks, to leave.

You walk out into the lobby of Takamagahara the slow calming jazz music a horrible contrast to the thoughts and feelings that are swirling inside you right now. You make it two-thirds of the way to the bar when you're met with an extremely unpleasnt sight that has you cringing for more reasons then one.

Crow and Yasha are sitting the bar, resting most of their belegirantlty drunk weight on the actual contertop instead of on their chairs. They're demanding extra achoul, Crow shouting about how he can't take something anymore who knows what. And yikes heres a thought, Chime Gen is in the VIP room right behind them, those two who, even if they are drunk out of their minds, are Chisei's aides. They find Chime or even gain the smallest inkling of an idea that he may be here and you'll have more to worry about then cleaning up the counters from their drunk cry fest. Normally you'd step in here, and take over for Quinton the poor bartender on duty who always seemed to get the worst of the costumers but you really aren't feeling up to it today.

Just as you're about to turn around to give the trashcans outside the beatings of their lives Crow says something that you can't help but stop at. "You know I like Sakura don't you?" It was a question directed at Yasha who was only able to groan out what he thought was a response. You debate staying for a second. This isn't something that you particularly care about, nor is it something that really concerns you. But it just, you just want to know a little bit more about what Sakura was like before she became another one of Herzog's victims. Its with that flimsy excuse and the puppy dog look that Quinton gives you once he notices you're there that has you stepping closer, leaning against one of the pillars that trap the bar in its own seprate space.

As Crow continues to slur his feelings out Yasha seems to sober up a bit, it's not by much but its to the point where you're no longer worried about him getting into a bar fight, more just what taxi service to call for him when he inevetably passes out and where to send him afterwards.

Yasha leans over the bar apparently ready to give Crow some type of advice when the following happens. 1) he trips and stumbles over his words "Don't.. Don't worry. We are brothers. I... will never... mock you." sweet right? It would've been if not for 2) The fact that he lurches over its a face you recgonize all too well.

"Quinton get out of the-" 3) Yasha hurls all over Quinton, your words left to hang just as Yasha's icky face goop is left to hang off of Quinton. And now you're royally pissed. Sure you were pissed before but this is the type of rage that can only be quelled by you being left alone to stew in it. Its not the emotional type of rage that you felt earlier when you wanted to smash every glass surface you came across no this is the cold type of rage that leaves nothing but apathy in its wake. because as much as you've been trying to ignore it theres so much more that you had been trying to ignore, so much more that had been pushed to the wayside that you're angry about. You look up at Quinton whose looking at you like a lost kid in a mall that had mistaken you for their mother. Running a rand through your hair you harshly scratch at your scalp. "Quinton," you let out a frustrated sigh, "Take the rest of the night off, you'll be paid regularly and you can take extra pay if you wake up sick tommorrow." You turn to him and start to walk behind the counter switching places with him.

“Right thanks a bunch, manager." He rushes out. Turing towards the staff area most likely to change into his extra uniform instead of going home covered in puke. Staring down at Yasha's mess which was covering most of his area of the counter as well as the floor under his chair your annoyance hit an all new peak. It's not the chunky kind of throw up that can be easily cleaned up, its a mush that resembles watery baby food. It's obvious that this wont be a quick clean and that both mops and floor wipes are just going to push this stuff around instead of soaking it up.

Today just can't get any worse can it? Pushing your hand back into your head you aggitatedly rubbed at your scalp, pushing and pulling at the skin there. You’re pissed off. To come back after fighting against Herzog, let’s not forget HERZOG WAS THERE TOO! HE WAS THERE, HE WAS THERE LIVING AND BREATHING, AFTER ALL THAT HE HAD DONE, HE HAD THE NERVE TO GET UP ON THE PEDESTAL THAT HE HAD CONSTRUCTED, DESIGNED AND BUILT HIMSELF THROUGH EXPLOITING THE INNOCENT TO TEST HIS FREAKY DRAGON DRUGS ON, HE HAD THE NERVE TO TALK DOWN TO YOU! ACT LIKE YOU WERE STUPID OR SOME KIND OF PREDETERMINED FAILURE! You get back from that battle exhausted , emotionally drained, and wanting to destroy yourself to find Finger leisurly drinking with Humpback! After you thought that he died you thought that you had lost another person, only for him to be there and fine. It was reliving yes, but just fucking horrible at the same time. So when you stare down at that mess and the first thing you see when you look up is the VIP room that the others are in you felt like you were justified in deciding that you would be acting on your tiredness and handing off this task to one of your upperclassmen like they do to you so often.

Actually you retract your earlier statement today can in fact get worst. Crow and Yasha have apparently had enough to drink both uncoordinatedly slamming down the money to pay for their drinks, you really don't care wether or not is correct you just want them gone, they BOTH step into Yasha's puke tracking it out the door with them. Yeah, no- you're not cleaning that up nope, nu uh, never. You blow out a heated breath and start to walk towards the VIP room careful to avoid all of the face mush on the floor. Pulling on the curtains that served as the door to enter you called out to the occupants.

"Right, sorry to ruin the fun but I just had two costumers who puked and tracked the throw-up everywhere so I need one of you to go out and clean it up preferably like," You looked down at your wrist as though you wore a watch. Truthfully it was just to hide the annoyed look on your face, "right now please." You glanced up at them Before clarifying "Chime I'm not asking you to clean it up, just focus on resting." Because as much as you wanted someone to clean that nonsense up right away you were also specially tuned into just how draining it could be to meet Herzog like that. "Cool thanks guys!" You clapped your hands together and prepared to leave the room when Luminous started complaining.

"Aw, come on no way newbie, I don't wanna clean something like that up!" He put his hand to the back of his head, a tick you had noticed he did when he was complaining, nervous or worried, "Come on can't you do it? You were already out there.." And there it was normally you would excuse that tone as just being something that made Luminous, well Luminous but today the whiny tone was grating on your ears and you were two steps away from man handling him like you used to with Anton when he was being uncooperative. The thought of him hurts. Witnessing his final moments, being there when they happened, it was both the same and different then the others. Sure you had watched all the others die but Anton's had always stuck with you in a way that was far too painful for someone who you really didn't like. And now the urge to cry was back, you felt your eyes burn with unshed tears that were a culmination of too many of your emotions to name.

Caesar brought a hand to rest on his chin tapping away at it, before he even got the chance to talk your anger had already started to peak "Luminous is right newbie, theres no reason for us to do it, you were already out there and knew the areas that needed to be cleaned. This just seems like a waste of both yours and our time." Yeah, yeah, you seriously contemplated grabbing Caesar by his ponytail and using him as a mop for a second.

"You just cleaning it up would've been more efficient." Johann unhelpfully chimed in. Yeah, maybe you would use Caesar as the mop and Johann as the counter rag.

"Yeah freshie! Everyone knows that newbies do all the grunt work, you can't expect us to do it can you?" Fingers nasally voice made you want to throttle him the more he continued to talk. Sure he may have meant it as a joke but you really weren't at the point of caring. In fact you couldn't care less about anything right now. The anger that had just been building had condensed into a vengeful apathy that demanded the souls of those around you.

Once again Caesar spoke this time however you decided to cut him off. "That's right newbie, using my authority as team leader I order you to-"

"Damn I kinda don't care," You said scratching at the back of your head in an obviously exaggerated way. "Yeah actually..." you started mimicking Caesar's earlier stance, "If you're invoking your team leader rights then I'm invoking my manager rights."

"Hey wait-" Luminous tried to interject.

"Yeah as your manager I order you all to have that throw-up cleaned within the next half an hour." A bit long of a time slot, sure, but really who cares as long as it gets done.

"No way newbie team leaders out rank managers, which means my order still stands." Caesar's stubbornness in this situation could be something to praise if not for the fact that a) you don't care and b) you're two steps away from bringing your thoughts of using him as a mop to fruition.

"Team leaders outrank managers when we're out on the field sure, but right now we're in Takamagahara not battling death servitors, which means your team leader status is moot." You made a slicing motion over your neck. "You may be the leader appointed by the college but right now that means nothing, were not fighting and this isn't reconnaissance, we're working."

"That doesn't change the fact that Caesar is team leader freshman." You can always count on Johann to speak up for what he believes in. Too bad you're not here to praise your upperclassmen but instead get them to work.

"Cool! And I'm still the manager. Right now you all are technically on the clock at Takamagahara which means what I say goes. Caesar may be the team leader and you may be my upperclassmen but that doesn't change the fact that right here right now what I say takes precedence in all matters that aren't dragon related because I'm the ma.ne.ger. " You smile your best costumer service smile and speak in the same tone that you do with costumers when you say this. Then you turn on your heel and walk out calling out behind you that "I expect to not wake up to puke covered floors in the morning! I'm going to bed good night."

And well if Finger chose not to comment on your behavior because he watched you break down in the elevator through the security cameras then that will remain with him. And if Caesar and Johann chose not to speak on it because they heard you sobbing from outside your room that night then thats something that stays between them. And if Luminous caught a glimpse of the empty look in your eyes that night when you left your room for water then he definitely held that as a close secret to his heart. Choosing not to comment on it. And if you noticed that your seniors were just a bit more gentle with you or asked for your input before sending you off on recon missions when they didn't before then you don't comment on it.

#author is tired #dragon raja mc #dragon raja #johann chu #caesar gattuso #luminous lu #fanfic #writing #finger von frings #chime gen #please send me asks

62 notes · View notes

secret-kpoplibrary · 3 years

Text

Bewitched

Pairing: Single dad Seokjin x Witch Reader (strangers to lovers)

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: degradation, oral (m, f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe kids), creampie, praise kink on 200, overstimulation, there's a forced orgasm in there too

Genre: Smut, fluff, a liiiiiittle bit of angst

Summary: He came to you looking for a cure for his son- less than half an hour together and he was so captivated he had to return-

A/N: This isn't edited - I've been trying to finish it for like 2 weeks- I feel like I don't write enough about my mans Jin so enjooooy

***

You're in your workspace doing some potion logging when it happens. You sense the man before he's even knocked on your door and wave your hand to open it for him.

"Come in." You tell him. You take clients in what, from the outside looks like your average cabin in the woods, but the interior, to those that you allow to see it- is stocked with everything a witch could need.

"How did you-"

"A good witch sees with more than just her eyes, Jin." You cut him off with a shrug.

"You- you know my name." He says with a frown.

"More than my eyes." You wink over your shoulder from where you're seated. You only glanced at him for a moment, but you would have to be blind not to notice how attractive he is. He's tall with a slim build, broad shoulders, and a face fit for a prince. His hair is dark and styled back neatly.

"Then you must know what I'm here for." He says.

"I do, but do you?" You ask appearing beside him to ask the question. He jumps, turning to face you only to find you've returned to your original sitting on the other side of your cauldron.

"Well, yes- of course I do. I need your help-"

"That's why people tend to come to me- yes."

"I'm sorry-"

"No need to apologize, I offer to help people Jin, but only certain people." You stand turning to face your cauldron.

"Does this mean you will help me?" He asks.

"If I didn't want to help you, you wouldn't be here. Now tell me what it is you need my help with."

"I- well, it's my son. He's sick and he's not getting any better. I-" Jin's sentence trails off.

"You fear modern medicine will fail the child." You finish, your eyes sift through your different ingredients, pouring and throwing various items into your cauldron. Jin watches in awe as unlabeled bottles float all around the room flying off shelves at the flick of your wrist and returning just as easily.

"I fear it already has. We lost his mother to the same illness last year, if medicine couldn't save her I- I can't risk losing my son too." He says somberly.

"I see, tell me about your son." You say. You barely look at him as you listen to him speak while silently directing items in the room like a conductor- sure and unhurried are your movements, as miscellaneous items float over to you without you even glancing over your shoulder.

"Well he-he's very smart. Inquisitive too. He loves asking questions and reading. He used to talk all the time- and he had so much energy before- he's the light of my life really. Wouldn't trade him for anything in this world." Jin says. You can hear the fondness in his voice even without looking at him.

"I wish you'd have brought him." You say with a hum.

"W-why-?" Jin asks- suddenly apprehensive. What could you want with his son"

"It's easier to assess a problem if the person suffering is here." You shrug and his shoulders relax- you smirk slightly to yourself at his behavior. He's come to you for help, but like most, he fears you or rather, what you're capable of.

"Oh- I- I wasn't sure he'd make the trip here and back. I uh- I thought it was too dangerous." He said. You take an empty potion bottle and dunk it into your cauldron before capping the bottle.

"No matter. Here. Give this to your son and he shall make a full recovery." You say handing him the potion.

"Wait just like that-?" He looks at you incredulously.

"Do you doubt me?" You ask with a sly smile. This is the first moment Jin has managed to get a good look at your face. Your smile alone is captivating but your eyes twinkle with something akin to mischief that he wishes to find out more about. He finds himself pausing for a moment that feels too long to you who waits for his response. You clear your throat and he blinks back to reality.

"No! I'm sorry. I don't doubt you. Thank you. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. Simply take good care of your son and continue with the grace you carry now."

"I can't take this for nothing!"

"You can and you will. Now hurry back to your son so he can get better. Don't dilly dally or it will be too late." You say whisking him out of your office and shutting the door behind him. He frowns at the door but starts his journey back the way he came.

***

That was two years ago.

You've seen easily over a hundred other people since that one afternoon but none of your clients stuck with you quite the way Jin has. The way his eyes searched yours that day as though he wanted to uncover every detail about you is seared into your memory. Those eyes appearing in your dreams- staring into your soul so intensely you're left as rattled as you were in person.

Meanwhile for Jin the last two years have been an affliction to say the least. You've completely consumed his dreams. Your interaction was less than half an hour and yet he's enraptured beyond his understanding. At first he wondered if you had done a spell on him, but after two years he found that to be a ridiculous conclusion.

Today he's decided he wants to get to the bottom of this enamor he's feeling. It's not until he's almost reached you that he realizes he has no idea how to handle this situation. He has no reason to see you, he simply wanted to. Would you know why he came? Would you even see him? It's too late for him to turn back now.

You're sat at a desk when you sense him coming up to your cabin and your head snaps up. He's back? Why? You choose this time to wait for him to knock before opening the door.

"Uh- hello." He says.

"Jin- what brings you here?" You ask ushering him into the cabin.

"You remember me." He says.

"Yes. I remember all of my clients. How is your son?" You ask him.

"He's well- uh he's in school now. Thank you, again, for helping him."

"Of course." You hum.

"You've redecorated since my last visit." He says glancing around your cabin. The interior now looks like a clash of modern and woodland. Half of the cabin maintains a 'one with nature' energy, your cauldron and potions decorate the space, while the other half is a modern kitchen. There's also a staircase down the hall.

"Yes well, with magic on your side you tend to have many opportunities to redesign." You shrug. He wonders what the reality of this cabin is- and what is upstairs?

"I'm sure that's fun." He muses.

"I don't mean to be dismissive Jin but what brings you back here? You don't seem to need my help with anything, so why?" You ask.

"I, well I feel- I owe you for, saving my son." He stitches together an explanation.

"I told you before you owe me nothing." You say.

"I- I'd like to express my gratitude." He asserts. You glide over to him and take a moment to look him over.

"That's not why you're here." You say with the same sly smile that captured his attention the first time he met you.

"W-what?" He backs away.

"Do you remember the first thing I said to you the last time you were here?" You ask walking into your kitchen.

"Um- a good witch sees with more than her eyes." Jin replies.

"Precisely. So why are you really here?" You ask him. He blows out a breath.

"I wanted to see you again. You may think me crazy for saying this but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I was here last." He says following you. He's on the other side of the island now.

"As a magic practitioner nothing will ever seem crazy." You shrug turning away so as to hide your own shock at his confession.

"I needed to see you again, I can't get you out of my head." He says rounding the island to grab your wrist and turn you to face him. "I keep dreaming about you." He whispers. He's so close you can feel your face burn and you hope it's not obvious.

"Fascinating." You hum slipping away from him.

"Fascinating? That's all I get?" He looks after you with an incredulous smile.

"What would you like instead?" You tilt your head.

"Some insight- I don't understand how you've captured my attention for the past two years- anything."

"Well, unfortunately, I can't tell you much about how I've 'captured your attention' as you say. I'm actually quite surprised to hear this information." You shrug. You try to maintain an air of nonchalance as you speak with him but you can't ignore the way your heart rate picks up at his words.

"Really?" He looks at you.

"What? Did you think I cast a spell on you?" You joke.

"I did at one point. A woman I met for less than thirty minutes has completely consumed my thoughts for two years- it feels like magic is the only answer." He says walking over to you again.

"Well, if magic had anything to do with it I can assure you it wasn't mine." You tell him. He searches your eyes for any sign of dishonesty.

"I'd like to get to know you better." He declares. Causing you to let out a laugh.

"Few people want to befriend a witch you know." You tell him.

"Yes well- ever since I met you two years ago I've wanted to know everything there is to know about you. If you'd let me, I'd like the chance to do so." He says.

"Hm- like a mystery to solve." You muse.

"More like a birthday gift I'd say." He shrugs.

"How so?"

"Well- because there's the mystery of what's inside but with a gift, you still enjoy it after the 'solve the mystery' part." He explains.

"Interesting analogy." You nod, "alright. I'll bite. Sit. What do you wanna know?" You gesture towards one of the seats at your island as you lean against the counter.

***

After that day Jin made his visits as frequently as possible. He came over at least once a week for the last few months even bringing his son to meet you. With a personality that's more charming than a prince, the time you spend with him quickly comes to be a highlight of your week.

Today he's coming over today. He told you last time that he'd be bringing a surprise along with him today. If you didn't know better you'd assume the 'surprise' was his son coming along, but he always lets you know when he's bringing Ye Joon. You hum la vie en rose as you float around the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. The knock on your door comes just as you're done. You open the door to Jin holding a bag in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"I brought wine." He says holding it up as he walks into your cabin.

"I see." You smile hugging him once his jacket and shoes come off. You take the bottle for him.

"Whatever you made smells amazing." He tells you.

"Thank you- what kind of wine did you bring?" You frown at the bottle. The label isn't one you recognize.

"I uh- I actually made a specialized blend. Personalized based on what you remind me of." He explains.

"Wow! That's so sweet!" You say walking the bottle into the kitchen with Jin following behind you.

"Dinner looks as good as it smells." Jin hums looking at the dinner table you've set up.

"It's chicken, shrimp, and crab pasta with a lemon and garlic wine sauce." You explain to him putting the wine bottle on the table.

"Sounds amazing." He says sitting down. You grab wine glasses and throw in some ice cubes before joining Jin at the table.

"Well then I hope you like it." You say as he pours the wine for you and then himself. You wait for Jin to take a bite of his food and he can't help but moan at the taste.

"Holy hell this is amazing." He tells you. You were so taken aback by his moan that you couldn't even respond right away.

"Thank you." You mutter belatedly, eating your own food. You take a sip of your wine and hum, "this is good." You tell him.

"I'm glad you like it." He smiles. The two of you have idle conversation as you eat, talking about your past week and cracking jokes.

"Hey Jin- question." You say once you've both finished eating.

"What's up?" He hums.

"I don't mean to pry or anything but what's with the bag? It's just been sitting at the table with us like a dinner guest." You chuckle.

"Oh! Right- it's actually a gift for you- well gifts plural." He says grabbing the bag and opening it.

"Gifts? Why? It's not a special occasion is it?" You smile.

"Nope. No special occasions- just wanted to get you something." He shrugs.

"That's sweet of you." You tell him.

"Well don't thank me alone. Ye Joon saw this rain water collector and insisted we get it for you." He pulls out a chain of butterflies with little bowls attached to it.

"Oh my gosh- this is so cute." You gush taking the brass butterflies in your hand.

"He said you use rain water sometimes and he wanted to make sure you could get some." Jin says.

"Stop! Ye Joon is so precious. Please tell him I said thank you and he's the sweetest." You say happily.

"He seems to really adore you." Jin smiles.

"Oh I adore him too." You beam. His heart swells at the way you've totally embraced his son. What started as a trial friendship has now become something that means so much more than that to him. He's just not sure how to tell you that-

"I'll be sure to let him know. Okay so, I got you a necklace. It comes with a question though." He says.

"A question?" You quirk an eyebrow up

"Yes- but please don't feel obligated to answer one way or another."

"Jin- you're worrying me." You chuckle nervously.

"Oh shit- right- sorry you have nothing to be worried about. I'm just- well it's just been a long time since I've been in this position." He says running a hand through his hair.

"Well out with it Jinnie- you can tell me anything you already know that." You tell him.

"Open it first." He hands you the necklace box and waits for you to open it. Inside sits a gold chained necklace with Seokjin's name on it and a blue topaz gem on either end.

"Jin- this is beautiful but- why would you give me a necklace with your name on it?" You frown.

"In the few months that we've been friends I've- well I've fallen for you. I've fallen for the way you see the world, the sound of your laugh, the way you move, how you move through spaces and capture an entire room with your energy and at this point I'm rambling I realize- gods I feel like I'm in high school again- uh, will you- be my girlfriend?" Jin blows out a breath of relief simply at having gotten the question out. That's half the battle.

"Oh Jin." You chuckle.

"You're laughing and I'm sweating bullets here." He jokes. You clear your throat.

"Shit- sorry Jin. That was all very sweet. Yes- yes I'll be your girlfriend." You tell him.

"Oh thank heavens." He sighs.

"You're cute when you're nervous." You tell him kissing his cheek.

"I don't think I've been that nervous since Ye Joon was born." He chuckles.

"Well it's over now." You tell him.

"Oh! One more gift. Consider this one from both me and Ye Joon." He says pulling out another jewelry box. This one is square. It's a pair of gold stack bracelets with little blue topaz gems connected to each other with a gold chain.

"These are pretty. You're spoiling me." You say.

"Well when I bought the necklace Ye Joon said that these bracelets match too well for me to not get them for you." He chuckles.

"Ye Joon is so sweet." You chuckle pulling the bracelets out of their box. When you allow the two bracelets to dangle they resemble handcuffs and you quirk and eyebrow at Jin.

"What?" He asks.

"Jin, baby- these look like-"

"Oh shit! I- I didn't even- I had no idea- I didn't mean to- I wasn't trying to imply- please don't take that anyway-"

"Jin, darling, it's alright. I can tell this wasn't intentional- but, if it was-" you stand up and walk over behind him, bending close enough to whisper in his ear, "I wouldn't object." You grab his plate, the bracelets now jingling around your wrist. His eyes follow yours as you walk the dirty dishes in the sink.

"You shouldn't say things like that. It's going to put ideas in my head." He tells you. You walk back over to the table and grab the necklace.

"Yes that would be the point. Can you put this on me?" You hold the necklace out to him and turn your back towards him. He's quick to clasp the necklace around your neck. His hands caress your collar bone as he talks in your ear.

"I only just asked you to be my girlfriend, I don't want to jump the gun and go straight to sleeping with you." He says, gently kissing the shell of your ear. You shiver at the contact.

"If you don't want to jump the gun you might want to stop that before I jump you myself." You mutter.

"Someone's eager." He chuckles stepping back. You turn to face him.

"How does it look?" You ask tilting your neck to show off the necklace.

"Perfect." He smiles.

"And the bracelets?" You ask shaking your wrist with a sly smile.

"I know what you're trying to do." He leans closer to you.

"Oh do you?" You taunt.

"If you want something, I suggest you ask." He tells you.

"What happened to not wanting to jump the gun?" You smile.

"Well if you're going to swing the gun at my feet my options are to jump or trip over it." He shrugs.

"Clever use of the analogy. So, will you jump or trip over it?" You ask.

"Whichever one you want me to darling." He replies.

"Good answer. I want you to jump."

"How high?" He whispers.

"As high as you can go." You tug on the collar of his shirt pulling him close enough to kiss you. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him as your lips connect. His tongue slips into your mouth, immediately taking control of the kiss. You moan into the kiss allowing yourself to melt against him.

"I could very much get used to that." He says as he peppers a trail of kisses on your neck.

"You're an even better kisser than I would've expected." You tell him breathily.

"I'll pretend that wasn't backhanded." He hums against your neck, sucking harshly on a spot causing you to moan softly.

"I wasn't trying to be backhanded." You tell him.

"And yet." He continues to cover your throat in blooms of dark red. His hand creeps up your shirt but your hand stops his.

"Jin wait. Let's go to my bedroom." You tell him.

"As you wish my love." He says grabbing you by the thighs and gesturing for you to hop up. You wrap your arms around his waist and as he walks down the hall you take your turn peppering his neck in pink and red blossoms of color.

"I'll drop you if you keep that up." He mutters.

"No you won't." You giggle continuing your assault.

"Fuck." He groans kicking your room door open. He tosses you on the bed.

"Told you you wouldn't drop me." You smile.

"Uh huh." He rolls his eyes, climbing over you onto the bed. He kisses you deeply, hands trailing up your sides and around to unhook your bra. He pulls the bra from under your shirt and his hands cover your breasts. His fingers tweak and pull at your nipples until they're erect and borderline painful from the attention. Jin tugs your top over your hed and tosses it somewhere in the room as his head dips down to lave at one of your nipples, his fingers still tugging at the other until your back is arching towards his minstrations.

"Jin-" you whimper breathlessly as he pulls away from your chest. His lips connect with yours, fueled entirely by his desire- you can feel how much he wants you in the way his mouth moves against yours, his tongue dancing around your mouth like it belongs.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers as he trails kisses to your neck, adding more blossoms to the collection he already left. His lips trail further down, past your breasts, down your stomach, stopping briefly at your naval to swirl his tongue around the little dip. The action pulls directly at your core and you bite your lip as his lips kiss the waistline of your skirt.

He peels away the skirt with ease sliding it down your legs to expose your lacy black underwear that leaves little to the imagination.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you wore this on purpose." Jin mutters out as he takes in the site of you laid before him in nothing but lace underwear. For all his craziest dreams since you first met, he never imagined being able to see this one come to fruition.

"I always wear lace when you come to visit." You mutter.

"How flattering. You're soaking wet you know." He says as he traces a finger lazily up and down your slit just enough for you to feel it.

"I-I know. I get like that around you a lot." You admit.

"Well we'll need to do something with that now won't we?" He flashes you a devilish smile as his kisses dip lower to between your legs. He laps at your cunt gently at first, savoring your taste, relishing in the way your body reacts to him.

"J-Jin please- I need more." You moan when the gentle licks begin to drive you crazy with want. The sound of your desperate pleas is enough to have him sucking harshly on your clit, two fingers burying themselves suddenly inside your pussy.

"God you taste amazing princess." He groans against you and the vibrations pull more whimpers from your throat. It doesn't take long for the coil inside you to wind impossibly tight and snap barely any warning.

"J-Jin- fuck- I- I'm gonnaaa-" your sentence disolves into a moan as your orgasm rips through you suddenly. He works you through it with his fingers and tongue, peaking up at you beneath his lashes in a way that could be seen as innocent if he wasn't between your legs.

"You're look very pretty when you cum." He tells you once you've come down from your orgasm. You hum in response as he brings his slick covered fingers to his lips and licks them clean.

"I think I could eat your pussy all day." He says climbing back up in order to kiss your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you groan. You place your hands on his broad shoulders as he kisses you, caressing his smooth skin. As intoxicating as his kisses are you don't let yourself get lost on this one, you instead use your strength to flip Jin onto his back, straddling him. He blinks at you in surprise at the sudden change.

"You're wearing too many clothes." You mutter quickly working the buttons of his white shirt and marking his neck in more purple and red as he helps you in removing the shirt once you've undone all the buttons. You shift down to undo his slacks your still dripping cunt staining the fabric.

"You're making a mess baby." Jin says quietly.

"I'll make a bigger one once these are off." You wink at him as you work his pants and boxers down his legs. He shifts to aid you, chuckling at your statement. As soon as his pants are out of the way you focus your attention on his exposed cock. It's long with an angry looking head that's leaking precum. You circle your tongue around the tip before swallowing as much of him as you can. He hisses at the sudden stimulation.

"Fuck- y/n- that feels good." He groans. You bob your head up and down his length eagarly, wrapping your hand around the base, moving it in tandem with your mouth.

"God you suck dick so well baby." He throws his head back, fisting the sheets as you suck him off like it's all you know. All too soon the pleasure is becoming too much for Seokjin and he's desperately trying to slow his impending orgasm.

"W-wait- shit. Baby stop." When you don't adhere to his verbal commands his hand threads into your hair and pulls you off of his cock. You tilt your head and blink at him in confusion, lips swollen from the way you were sucking his dick.

"Why did you stop me?" You pout. Your voice is a bit hoarse and Jin groans at the sound.

"I didn't want to cum in your mouth. I want to cum when you're hot wet cunt is pulsing needily around me." He tells you.

"Oh-" comes your breathless reply as your eyes widen at his words. With little effort Jin flips you onto your back again.

"Up." He says tapping your leg. You shuffle quickly up the bed. A smirk makes its way across his face when he takes in the way you spread your legs open for him. He takes his dick in his hand and lines himself up with your entrance. He rubs the tip against your slit several times, catching your clit with each movement, little moans falling from your lips as you impatiently squirm beneath him.

"Jin, stop teasing. Please just fuck me." You whine at him with a pout of your kiss reddened lips.

"I kinda like hearing you whine for me though." He tells you as he continues the taunting swipes.

"Jiiiin please." You push your hips towards him.

"You know, I've had countless dreams of you breathless beneath me, begging, squirming from pleasure. Nothing quite beats the real thing." He says casually, finally sinking into your pussy. You both moan loudly as he bottoms out inside you.

"Shit." You pant.

"God you feel even better than I imagined." He groans, his eyes fixing you with a heated stare that makes you hotter all over.

"Jin, fuck me already. I can't take it anymore. I need to feel your cock move." You grind your pelvis against his, desperate for more stimulation.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He says grabbing your hips as he slowly pulls out of you only to slam back in abruptly. Your head falls back and you practically scream as he sets a harsh rhythm. His hips snap relentlessly into you.

"F-fuck- Ji-Jin that feeeeels so g-good." You moan out.

"Your pussy feels fucking amazing. I'm going to fuck you open baby doll. Leave your pretty little cunt battered and swollen and full of my fucking cum." He groans as he continues to fuck you. His words have you clenching tightly around him as you let out more whines of pleasure.

"Oh? Do you like that huh? The thought of me fucking you open and filling you up like my personal cum bucket?" He asks looking at you intensely. You can only bring yourself to moan in response as he continues to fuck into you.

"Answer me princess." He orders, one of his hands coming up to your throat. He doesn't apply pressure, he just uses his hold to force your eyes to meet his.

"God yes- I like it. I want you to ruin me Jin, please." You moan desperately. His one hand on your waist tightens at your words as he picks up the pace, fucking into you faster. His dick plows into you in a way that borders on too much in the best way. It leaves you breathlessly letting out an endless stream of moans and whimpers. Your arms find themselves around his neck, nails scratching down his back.

"Fuck it feels like your cunt was made for me. Taking my dick so perfectly like that." He groans.

"Ah- Jin- you fuck me so well." You whine. One hand snakes between your legs to rub harshly at your clit. The stimulation to your sensitive bundle of nerves causing your body to jerk helplessly.

"I want you to cum for me baby- wanna feel your hot cunt tighten around my cock so I can fuck you open again." He tells you. His words throw you over the edge quickly, and you cum with his name falling from your lips like a mantra. He groans when your walls begin to pulsate tightly around him. He gives you a single moment to relish in your orgasm before his thrusts speed up again. His hand that was on your clit back on your waist, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave marks.

"J-Jin." You whine.

"You told me to ruin you baby doll. I'm not done quite yet." He tells you as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

"It feels so good. Don't stop Jin. Please." Your back arches towards him.

"That's my girl. So needy for my cock." He hums, pleased by your desperate pleas. He could look at you like this forever, fucked out and desperate all because of his dick.

"Y-yes. I love the way your dick feels inside my pussy." You moan.

"Good- because I do plan on ruining your perfect little hole over and over again." He grits out. He can feel his orgasm slowly building as he buries himself inside your wet heat. His thumb connects with your clit again, your body jolting as he rubs into your clit, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

"J-Jin- fuck. Jin." Your body is thrashing wildly as he continues to assault your clit.

"Cum for me again. Your pussy feels so good when you cum." He tells you.

"I- I can't J-Jin. It's too sssssoon." You stutter.

"Nonsense- you can and you will, because I'm telling you to. Cum baby doll." He tells you firmly, his thumb quickening the circles until you're falling apart all over again with a scream.

"Good girl." He coos at you releshing in the feeling of your pussy walls convulsing around his dick.

"Fuck-" you pant feeling weightless.

"Sh-shit baby I'm close. I'm so fucking close." He groans, his head falling to the crook of your neck.

"Are you gonna fill my pussy with your cum Jin- stuff my so full it's spilling out of me?" You ask.

"Oh fuck yes- I'm gonna fuck my cum so far into your pussy." He breathes heavily against your throat.

"Do it Jin. Fuck I wanna feel your hot cum filling my hole so badly. Please Jin, please cum in my pussy." You whine. A few strokes later his hips stutter and you can feel ropes of his cum painting your inner walls. The heat of his release causing you to moan deeply as your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock for every drop of his cum.

"Fuck baby-" he chuckles. He pulls out of you slowly, watching as globs of white drip from your swollen pussy.

"Oh now that's fucking sexy." He mutters gently prodding at the hole. You let out a whine. "Properly ruined if you ask me." He nods with a smile. He pushes himself off of the bed and looks at you once again. Hair mussed up, skin covered in his marks, cunt swollen and dripping his cum- he almost wishes he could always see you like this.

"What're you doing?" You ask when he moves towards your bathroom.

"Just getting a washcloth." He says with a soft smile. He returns moments later with a damp cloth that he uses to gently clean the outside of your vagina.

"You didn't have to do that." You mumble. Your words are slurred just a little as exhaustion starts to set in.

"Nonsense- you deserve it, and so much more princess." He says kissing your forehead as he climbs into bed behind you.

"I'll be content with just about anything if you keep fucking me like that." You admit, turning to lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"Well I plan to- I plan to do a lot of things with you." He muses.

"Like what?" You ask looking up at him.

"Marry you- one day, but for now I have least a dozen date ideas for you." He smiles.

"Marrying you doesn't sound too bad." You hum.

"Is this the sex high talking?" He jokes, surprised you weren't put off by him mentioning it so early into your relationship. You weakly pluck his chest.

"No dummy. We may not have made anything official until tonight but we've been spending time together for months. Plus Ye Joon could make me find him a pet penguin if he asked for one." You chuckle.

"Don't tell him that or he'll send you off to Madagascar for a lemur like from this cartoon he's always watching." Jin warns you.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." You nod sleepily. He kisses the top of your head when you yawn.

"Get some sleep love, I'll be here when you wake up." He tells you.

"You better be." You mumble. He chuckles at your sleepy demand.

"I love you y/n." He says.

"Iloveyoutoo." You force out though the words are all smashed together as sleep takes you hostage. Jin can immediately tell once you've fallen asleep and he smiles happily to himself- he never would have thought that seeking you out to help his son would end like this but he'll forever be grateful that it brought him to this moment.

***

#bts #bts jin #kim seokjin #smut #bts smut #seokjin x reader

67 notes · View notes

char-lotteral · 3 years

Note

I agree with Kishimoto never trying to use the girls. The hate they get is not fair. I used to defend Sakura back in the days because I hoped kishi would do her justice. When shippuden started I WAS SO HAPPY because I thought this was the start of something great for Sakura and the girls but NOOOOO. Every time, Sasuke showed kishi turned her brainless. If you compare Naruto's actions and Sakura's actions to sasuke, you'd see they're completely different. What's up with that weird fake love confession scene 😭? It makes her look like she was manipulating Naru. JEEZ.

Also he literally had badass Tenten and Temari with cool useful abilities and he didn't use them ?! TF ?! Thank god for modern authors who treat their characters with respect :)

okay2 you know how i am with these longass rants so click readmore and brace yourselves

The way I see it, Sakura's character development in shippuden was always one step forward, two steps back. She gets this really badass scene (like her fight with Sasori and those cool ass medical skills) but is then regressed back into a pining girl in love every time Sauce is on screen or Kishi just throws her in the background YET AGAIN.

I love Sakura's abilities actually. Her brute strength, intelligence, vast knowledge and skill as a medic nin. But what I dislike about her character is how kishi handled her feelings for Sasuke. Naruto and Sakura's obsession with Sasuke was so???? huh??? it was so damn toxic and i never once understood why both Nardo and Sak were so obsessed with him. They were a team for one year???? I mean its great that they care about him alot but Sauce's feelings were kinda valid. His freakin clan died. Id go batshit crazy against my own village too. BUT BESIDES THAT. Both Nart and Sakura's Sasuke obsession was so annoying. 80% of shippuden was literally Keeping up with the Uchihas or Naruto yelling SASUKEH. BUT what irks me so much is the fandom's double standards with both Naruto and Sakura. "Oh Sakura shouldve gotten over her Sasuke obsession" but then turn around and call Naruto's obsession cute and gush about how he's so in love with him!!

Hot take but the only reason why sasunaru is "the most developed ship with the most chemistry" is because theyre both male characters.

I guarantee you if Naruto was a girl and SHE would be the one to have this unhealthy obsession who was chasing around Sasuke, the fandom would shit on Naruto just as much. And if Sasuke were a girl, Sauce would be sidelined like the rest of the female cast and Naruto would have another male character to have a "brotherly bond" with, because thats the only bond Kishimoto is actually good at developing. Yey for male characters having all the screentime and cool assets <333

And about that confession scene, I get her intentions. I really do. I understand that she did that in order to bring him home and that she cares about him but honey, w-why?? Why lie to him about your feelings?? Supposed he DID believe her, then what? then what kishi???? huh??? Some of her fans point the blame on Sai or whatever but I personally dont see why that scene was at all necessary. Maybe to establish Naruto's feelings for her wasnt all that serious? or his maturity? idk man. That scene was such a clusterfuck.

In the end her development in The Last and in Boruto was immaculate. She had one of the best glow ups in the old gen and ironically enough, her character wasn't butchered in Boruto. She got badass scenes she was cheated from in shippuden. I also love how she's finally getting the spotlight she deserves. Unlike the other konoha 12 :,)))

Okay onto the next female character that Kishi completely wasted. My baby. My light. 🙈 AAAHHH HINATAA.

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN OKAY2 DEEP BREATHS.

Let me just establish this real quick. Hinata's goal was to get stronger because of Naruto, her goal was never to be with Naruto. She wanted to become someone who is worthy enough to stand beside him, someone whom he can consider as an equal, as a partner. She NEVER once said "marrying Naruto-kun is my all time goal UwU" (if youre one of those weirdos who interpret her character that way, youre immediately invalid, go take a hike)

I personally dont have anything against their crushes but to the point of making their personalities revolve around these guys every time theyre onscreen is so fucking frustrating. And with the way he writes their dialogues is so.damn.cringey. Like that one scene in the war arc with Tsunade and Madara

"I mAy bE a WomAn but I aM nOt WeAAKKKK"

BAAHAHAAHHA WHAT?? Everyone else gets coolass monologues and one liners but thats the best you can come up with Kishi?????? Hilarious.

If im being honest. Hinata's character is actually kinda well written. Not well executed. Dear God no. But with the way he set her story, her personality, her chracterization. She's honestly one of the best written female characters on the show. IMO. By Kishi's standards of writing women ofc. She's hands down one of the most complex characters. Her shy personality wasnt out of the blue, it wasnt a cutesy waifu trait. Her abusive upbringing made her that way. Her trauma turned her that way. So yeah, sue her if she looked up to Naruto as an inspiration when everyone else in her family treated her like dust. Shit on her for having Naruto's love light in her dark when her own damn father wouldnt even look her in the eye and her entire clan shunned her because she was "weak." She doesnt owe her family shit so idgaf what they do with the Hyuga clan. Neji and Hanabi aren't included btw

Im not gonna deny that her role in the show was only as the love interest but tbh for a love interest, Im glad her character wasnt so one dimensional. It just pains me SO MUCHHH how fucking wasted she is. Every time she's with Naruto, they always make her into a damsel in distress. They always feel the need to turn Naruto into the heroic prince. How cute.

LIKE THAT ONE SCENE IN THE LAST WHERE SHE'S THROWN IN THE CAGE?? WHY??? LET NARUTO AND HINA FIGHT THAT FREAKING ALIEN GOD TOGETHER. QUIT WITH THE TOXIC MASCULINITY. WE GET IT. NARUTO'S STRONG. GOOD FOR HIM. NOW LETS SEE HINATA THROW HANDS AND PUT NARUTO IN THE CAGE GODAMMIT

Hnggggg dont get me started with her role in Boruto. She's as relevant as a damn houseplant in the manga. They made her into an invisible trophy wife and "the mc's mother" and we all KNOW what happens to the shounen mc's mother once mc is in need of character development :) Quit putting her in the background. Give us that scene where she won against Hanabi DESPITE being retired for years. Give us that scene where she trains Boruto. GIVE US ANY FIGHT SCENE OF HER WHERE HER POTENTIAL ISNT WASTED WTF?¿

Now if you say that Hinata didnt have development. YOURE INVALID. She came from an abusive household, the shyest girl in her class, her insecurities got in the way of her own confidence, had difficulty of standing up for herself now became a loving mother of two, has the guts to kick her husband out of the house(with whom she couldnt even keep eye contact with when she was a kid) became the strongest hyuga, most supportive wife and mother, and has given her kids the comforting childhood she never had as a kid.

She has one of the most beautiful stories in the show and if you think her personality is only Naruto-kun and big boobs, then im sorry that you cant appreciate such a heartwarming story.

And I agree, killing her would honestly make me feel more at ease than continue to see her suffer because of godawful misogynistic writers. But at least let her die in an epic fight. Please. PLEASEE. She got nerfed so bad, i feel a physical pain every time i think about it

Okay what else. I think Ino got pretty good development. Another wasted potential in shippuden but she's doing good for herself in Boruto. I dont know what Temari is up to. They basically made her into another classic angry mom who beats up her husband for comedy trope. Haha very funny and original! Im not sure with her career, im not that invested in the anime.

Tenten??

oh G O D Tenten. The dirtiest of all. Her jokes about her screentime is so mean and i hate that its true ahsjhs. She was the only female character in OG who's goal wanted to be as strong as Tsunade but what did Kishi do to her?? Sidelined. Forgotten. Irrelevant. Like every damn female on the show :D

Konan shouldnt have died. I blame plot armor. I know in my heart that Konan wouldve kicked Obito's ass if it weren't for Kishi's boomer mindset.

Tsunade had so much hype when she was introduced but died down in the war arc. Madara wiped the floor with the kages. Holy shit. Not only that, but yipee! Naruto is there to save the day AGAIN!!!!

AND UGHHHH If the female characters were given proper treatment then maybe MAYBE all the endgame couples wouldve made fucking sense????¿¿¿

I think that ends my rant. Im not sure how the female characters in Boruto are handled. Except maybe Sarada (she's pretty well executed in the manga imo). But arguably they are sooo much better handled in Boruto than how the old gen girls were. And thats because Kishi isnt anywhere near the new gen female cast. I cant formulate a solid opinion with the other new gen female cast since im not entirely invested in the anime. Not ashamed to admit that I only watch it for the sunshine moments and for Hinata :DD

#and *scene #salty char.txt #char complains about Naruto AGAIN #yey #please end my suffering #i need to leave this fandom what am i still doing here #naruto #day 202 of WTF KISHI #i think i got that out of my system

20 notes · View notes

sery-chan-13 · 3 years

Text

Liars

Chapter 13 of '100 Promises'

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

I am... very... very... sorry for not updating this. I've been trying to write for this, got started, halfway through I got bored of the concept, deleted it, and started over. It's still... meh, if I'm being completely honest, but I hope you enjoy

Warnings: talks and mentions of rape, talks and mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of bullying. I think that's all, but as always let me know if I missed any.

Finally a hearts game!

You were excited, and so was Niragi. It was low ranking so you weren't worried in the least.

There were a couple others playing with you, and you smiled. There was people to sacrifice if needed. "How fun!" You cheered. Niragi laughed, shaking his head. "You're a crazy bitch you know?" You heard someone say. You turned to face them, and smiled. Your smile looked so innocent, so pure. "Hopefully the craziest bitch you've ever met."

"Game: Maze Of Reflection (can I name things? No.)

Rules: Everyone will be partnered up. You will be asked questions that you can only answer truthfully. The questions will all have relate to you and your life. Your partner will get the questions they must ask you through the headsets on the table. If you do lie, the headsets send a wave of the worst pain you've ever felt in your life. Once you've lied a total of 3 times, the headsets explode. There is no time limit. If your partner dies before you reach the end, you've basically won. You just find your way through the maze.

Clear condition: Make it to the end of the maze without lying to your partner 3 times.

The headsets will tell you who you're partnered up with. Game commences in two minutes.''

You skipped to the table, grabbing a headset. You noticed everyone except Niragi, Chishiya, and Last Boss, hesitating to grab one. "Well, come on now! You'll die of you don't grab one," you said. So cheerful. So excited. And for what? To watch the people in this room die? Maybe.

You put the headset on, and watched the screen load.

Partner: Player 59725

Below the number was a picture of Niragi. "Oh this is going to be so fucking easy!" Niragi exclaimed. You high-fived him. "Promise number two really saved our asses, hm?" You teased, remembering him saying something about keeping so many promises being dumb.

'Game start.'

You grabbed Niragi's hand, dragging him with you. "First question... oh, OK. What did your best friend promise to do if you were 28 and still single?" You asked. "That we'd get married," he answered. You heard his head set chime. "This is gonna be a bit too easy for my liking," you muttered.

"What cartoon characters did you idolize growing up and why?" Niragi asked. You bumped into a mirror and cursed. "Fuck... um... it was.... L Lawliet for his skills in solving things as well as his cleverness, Light Yagami for his twisted sense of justice, and Misa Amane for my fashion inspiration?" You said, trying to remember correctly. Your head set chimed.

This kept going on for a couple minutes, where you would ask each other a question, and the truth was told. Then the mirrors lit up.

'Players 11037 and 59725 switch. Your new partners are player 25718 and 617834.'

''So I go with Chishiya, and you go with that guy?" You asked. He nodded with a groan. "Well, I was getting rather bored, weren't you?" You asked him. He looked at you confused. "What do you mean?" Niragi asked. "Well, we know all there is to know about each other. There's nothing new or interesting being found out right now," you explained.

Were you really bored of him? No, not of him. You would never be bored of him. You just wanted a fun and interesting game. You would never get bored of him. Niragi hoped you wouldn't. He didn't want to be alone.

"So, did you bore the game master somehow?" Chishiya teased when you got to him. "I guess you could say that. We have nothing to hide from eachother, so it was getting boring for me too," you explained.

"Who in all actuality took your first time?" Chishiya read off the screen. He looked at you, waiting for your answer. "Easy, it was Niragi," you answered. Then you felt a pain in the bottom of of your stomach as your headset beeped. A voice on the headset called you a liar, as the pain worsened, and you screamed, falling to your knees. It hurt. Tears built up in your eyes as you tried to deal with the pain. "Are you lying?" Chishiya asked. "No, read the question again please? Just so I can figure out why I got it wrong. I know I'm not. I really did give him my first," you said, holding your stomach. It really was the worst pain you'd ever felt. It made you shudder. How did they know what was the worst pain?

"Who in all actuality took your first time?" He asked again. You thought for a minute.

'I gave Niragi my 'first'. The question is asking who took my first.'

You looked away. "It... it was taken... stolen... by... by a bully from school. One of the guys that tortured me," you stated. You had never admitted that out loud. You hadn't even told Niragi. You heard your head set chime, and looked at the mirrors. They were projecting you.

All of them. In the whole maze. You gasped, scooting back until your back was against the mirror behind you. You stared in horror as it replayed the words you had said. The thing you didn't want anyone to know had now been broadcasted to at least 14 people. The screen changed to Niragi.

"(Y/N) they did what?! And you- you didn't tell me?!" He shouted. "S-suguru, 'm sorry don't be mad at me," you squeaked, hiding behind your hands, as if he were in front of you. As if he would hurt you. "We'll be talking about this later," he said. Then the mirrors went back to being mirrors. Tears rolled down your cheeks. From the pain in your stomach and the embarrassment. The fear of the one person who you looked for approval of might leave you.

You stood up, and read Chishiya's question. "Who's the person you hate most?" You asked, wiping the tears away, holding your stomach. "Hm? Hate is such a strong word. I don't hate anyone-" Chishiya started, before holding his left hand. His eyes widened and he cursed, holding onto it. His headset beeped, and called him a liar. You guessed the pain worsened as he let out a groan of pain, followed by a small yelp when he tried to soothe the b pain. You went over to him looking at his hand in concern. "Are you ok?" You asked, grabbing his hand softly, your fingers barely ghosting over the skin. He hissed in pain, grabbing it back. "Fine. I hate my father. And my mother. I hate my parents," he answered. His headset chimed, and you looked a him in shock. You would've never guessed that was his trauma. "What? Little miss perfect grew up with a perfect family, didn't she? Got everything she wanted, the attention of people she loved?" He spat. You flinched. "Oh, look here's your question now. Who and what do you fear the most?" He asked. "My father and Suguru's father. And I fear being alone, getting hurt by people, as well as disappointing those I love and them leaving me," you answered. Your headset chimed, and you looked over at Chishiya. "Am I still little miss perfect with a perfect family?"

You two finally found your way through the maze, question after question. You didn't want to tell him some things, but it was better than dying.

'Last question is for both players. Tell the truth or you will be executed whether or not it was your third time lying.'

'Why is that the worst pain you've felt in your life?'

"Because... I was left handed. My parents might not have cared about me or anything having to do with me, but they sure as hell cared that I wrote with my left hand. They broke it once. Never wrote with it again," Chishiya answered. You grabbed his hand softly once more, and gave him a look of understanding.

"Mine has a few reasons. When... well when my first was stolen, it hurt. A lot. And when my father found out I gave my first to Niragi... he hurt my stomach. And the kids at school... the ones that tortured Niragi and I... they used to hurt me in similar ways to both reasons I said before," you said. Chishiya gave you a look that you couldn't read. Was it sympathy? Pity?

The screen chimed as well as phones a 'game complete message' across them both, and your headsets dropped to the floor. You grabbed his hand, pulling him out.

Outside, Kuina, Last Boss and another guy was out there. "My partner had a lot of secrets I guess," Last Boss muttered, wiping some of the blood from his arm. "Dude no way! He exploded on you?" You asked. He nodded, very annoyed at the fact they had. "Like, number 1, ew. Number 2, however, that's pretty fucking cool. What did they have to hide they didn't want to tell?" You wondered. "So... about your maze fiasco? Why did it only broadcast yours? And you and Niragi were the only two who got separated," Kuina asked. "I don't know... but if the game master is going to be a dick, I'm going to start hating these games," you said. "Hey... (Y/N), can I talk to you?" Chishiya whispered, pulling on your arm. You nodded, letting him lead you out of earshot of the others.

"I'm... I didn't know about your family situation. I shouldn't have said you were little miss perfect and assumed," he said, looking off to the side. "I accept your apology," you smiled. "I-i didn't apologize," he stammered. "Can I hug you?" You asked. He looked around, before nodding. You pulled him into a hug, leaning down, and whispering in his ear, "I know that was your way of apologizing. Thank you for telling me the truth... I'm glad I know you a bit better."

"Everything you heard, you say nothing about, got it?" Niragi threatened his partner. They nodded, terrified of him. They left, and Niragi immediately looked for you. He saw you sitting in the backseat of the car. He gave you a look, and you lowered your gaze. Kuina glared at him, sitting besides you in the back. He went over, and sat in the driver's seat. He purposely sat far from you. Last Boss got in the back, Chishiya finally getting into the front seat.

Niragi didn't say a word. He didn't respond to you, Chishiya's taunting. Nothing. You tapped his shoulder, and tried talking to him. "(Y/N), I'm driving. We will talk later," he stated. Was he really that mad?

You rushed into the hotel, rushing into your room. You didn't want to talk to him anymore. He was being mean.

You took a shower, changing into your pajamas, and sitting on your bed. You knew that Niragi would barge in at any second. You knew he would. Even if you didn't want to talk to him, he would.

You heard the door creek open, and got ready. Would he yell at you? Call you names? These were things that you had never thought about when thinking about Niragi.

You didn't look up as he sat on the bed besides you. "We're going to talk about it. I know you don't want to, but we have to," Niragi said. You looked up at him. "Are you mad?" You asked, playing with the fabric of your shirt. "Kind of. Why... first, let me ask, when did this happen?" He questioned. "Mmm... last year of high school... about two months before I gave you my first," you responded. "It wasn't really your fi-"

"To me it was. I didn't give him my first Suguru. He stole it. Why the fuck do you think I was so nervous the whole time?"

"Yeah but it wasn't-"

"It was! I-i... it was to me. Think about it, if your car gets stolen, it's still your car, no? You didn't give it to them... Then... if they stole my first... I still... I didn count as my first. You were. I counted you as my first."

You bit your tongue to stop the tears. You didn't want to cry and seem weak. "I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you... I'm sorry you had to find out about it that way..." you whispered. "I know. It just... makes me a bit upset that you're the one who made promise 9 and you broke it. I wish... you had told me back then, so that I could've helped you," he stated. "You did. You helped me back then. Even without knowing," you said, reaching your hand out to touch his. He pulled back. "How!? I-i- You cried when I- is that why? How could I have helped you if I didn't even know about it?" He asked, raising his voice. You grabbed his hand softly. "Because you showed me that... when it's wanted, when it's with you someone you trust, and when it's with someone you love... sex is a positive thing. It's not something I should be scared of. You gave me a positive image of what it should be like," you explained. He looked at you in shock. He didn't think you had actually felt that way back then, and even now. But it made sense about why you made promise 40 after.

You lay next to him, catching your breath, your hands holding onto him. Every inch of your skin was pressed against his, as if he'd disappear the second you would let go. He held you just as tight.

"Sugu... let's make a promise, yeah?"

"What is it?"

"That if by the time we're 28, and still single, we'll marry each other."

"I'd like that."

"Promise 40, we promise that if by the time we're 28 and still single, we'll get married."

It made so much more sense to him now.

"If you say so..." he muttered. You pulled him into bed with you, getting under the covers. "Sleep in here tonight. Please?" You pleaded, having a pillow and a space for him on the other side of the bed. "Alright," was all he said before getting under the sheets with you. You hugged him, burying your face into his neck. "I hope you know all the neck and back pain I have endured from hugging and sleeping with your short ass," you whispered. He decided to let your comment slide. He'd would just let you relax from the game. Tomorrow was another day.

You hoped you didn't have nightmare again.

#alice in borderland #niragi #×reader #chishiya #last boss #fluff #but also... angst?#hahahahahahahaha #Y/N youre playing with some goddamn fire honey

16 notes · View notes

fuckedstucky · 4 years

Text

How to be a heartbreaker

Chapter 4

“In times like these we have no words, we have only each other. Today we come together to mourn the passing of Sarah Rogers. Beloved mother of Steven Rogers. Scripture tells us ‘Sorrow not for we do not walk alone.’”

"Come on Stevie, you shouldn't be here alone. you can come stay with me, we can make a cot out of the couch cushions like we used to." Bucky said patting Steve's back.

"Thanks Buck, but I can do this on my own." Steve said, giving Bucky a tight hug before going into his apartment.

Bucky sighed and walked down to his car, where Y/N was waiting.

"Well?" Y/N asked, leaning against the car.

"He wants to be alone. You're up Doll." Y/N laughed, giving Bucky a quick kiss on the cheek before walking up to Steve's apartment.

Y/N took a deep breath and knocked on the brown front door. A moment later the door opened, to reveal Steve. His eyes were pink and puffy from crying.

"Hey Sweetface, care for some company?" Y/N said already moving past him and into the apartment.

"You don't have to be here Y/N, i'm fine, Really." Steve said, attempting to put on a brave face.

"I know I don't have to, I want to." Y/N said, moving hair out of Steve's face.

"Look Y/N, I just feel so guilty, on the day she passed away I wasn't even thinking about her. i was so consumed by the way i felt about you. i just i need some space.."

"Oh, I, I understand." Y/n said suddenly blinking back tears. "Stevie? call me if you need anything." Steve nodded.

"Y/N!" Frank called from downstairs. she signed, and made her way downstairs hoping it didn't look like she'd been crying. "How's that Steve kid you've been seeing? Treating you right?" Frank said, he was sitting with some of his shady friends.

"Little Y/N's gotta boyfriend? I neva woulda thought you'd get over Stark." Marco, Frank's bodyguard, errand boy, etc. said.

"God it took her so long to get over that one, when you gonna let me take you out, baby?" Ace, a mafia rum runner, cooed at her.

"Boys, Boys calm down, you know my baby sister is off limits to you. Now how's Steve?" Frank asked in a serious tone of voice.

"He's fine, good, we're great." Y/N stumbled trying to find the right words knowing she couldn't tell Frank the truth. Steve had been avoiding her for the past month.

"Good, that boy hurts you.. well you know." Frank laughed.

"They won't ever find him huh!" laughed Marco.

"Bucky I really don't wanna be here." Steve said as the entered the Stark Expo.

"Come on Stevie, you can't nope around for the rest of your life, besides the dames that i rounded you for us will blow your mind." Bucky said calling over two girls.

"What did you tell them about me?" Steve sighed.

"Only the good stuff." Bucky smiled.

Steve had forgotten what it was like to live in Bucky's shadow. Y/N had made him forget, Steve felt horrible about how he ended things with her. He knew deep down that she would've left anyways when she found out how truly weak he really was. He was saving himself the heartache and pain of rejection this way.

Steve tried to think of anything else as he and bucky made there way over to Bette and to steve's surprise Cathy. Bette threw her arms around Bucky as they reached them, and cathy gave steve a small smile.

"i wanted to apologize for how i acted before, and i heard about your momma, i'm sorry." cathy said placing a small kiss to steve's cheek. he forced a smile as the group made there way to the stage. The stark expo took up most of the area around the pier. As they walked to the main stage bucky started to try and lead them away.

"And if my wishes came true, It would've been you." Steve heard Y/N's beautiful voice ring through the pa system. he met buckys worried expression.

"In my defense I have none, for never leaving well enough alone." She sang and Steve could tell when Cathy recognized her as well. Cathy who had only ever looked at him with pity and boredom in her eyes was suddenly unable to take her hands off him.

"But it would've been fun, if you would've been the one." Y/N's eyes somehow found his in the crowd that had gathered to watch her sing. he could tell that she hadn't been expecting to see him there, especially not with Cathy clinging to him.

"Y/N everyone! Thank you Roses." Howard Stark said, placing a kiss to her cheek, Steve remembered that she had once told him how few people called her Roses. He tried to ignore the lump in his throat.

"You know i'm just waiting for the day you finally take me up on my proposal." Howard winked pulling Y/N flush against him, and he had to force himself not to look away. In the end he lost he pushed Cathys hands away from him and made his way through the crowd. Now he had no idea where he was going but he couldn't be there Y/N had told him about her relationship with Howard Stark briefly, how they'd dated for a few years, he cheated, he proposed and she said no, and then she'd met Steve and didn't really care to think of Howard anymore.

He didn't mean to end up in the recruitment office but somehow he knew this time felt different. Bucky of course found him and tried to talk some sense into him, until he gave in and let Steve go.

***

Steve walked out of the recruitment office with the information of where he was supposed to go the next month.

"Sweet-" She cut herself off. "Steve?" what are you doing, the recruitment office?" Steve looked over to see Y/N walking down the pier in the green velvet dress she'd worn on stage, no jacket. He wasn't sure if she'd been crying or if she was just that cold. She quickly fixed the smudged makeup under her eyes.

"Y/N I just wanted to-" Steve was also cut off but by Howard Stark and Frank Sinatra coming up on both sides of Y/N and pulling her along with them.

"Roses we've looked all over for you, ya can't just leave us like that." Frank said, he gave Steve a dark look before, they walked away. steve sighed, knowing that it was probably for the better.

Tag list 💗🎟👛🌸💒

@kaetastic @hoppers-babygirl2 @art-flirt

#pre serum steve #captain america #pre serum steve fanfiction #pre serum steve rogers #pre serum stucky

22 notes · View notes

ma-gic-gay · 3 years

Note

Just as Michael's about to answer their question, Jason's phone goes off. "Perfect timing," he mutters before going outside to take the call. "Jason Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, it appears Mr. Renault is at the office demanding to speak with you. What should I do?" One of his employees informs him.

"Cyrus has my number. If he would like to schedule a meeting, tell him he can call me and we'll have one."

"I've already told him that and he won't agree to it."

Dammit. Peace in this town is fragile enough; the last thing they need is an angry Cyrus. He's been unstable as of late, not agreeing to this could lead to a gunfight. Well, that's actually to be expected. "We'll meet at the office in twenty minutes then. Tell him to call off his men, including Brando. Look around the perimeter and have the rest of the guards check to make sure that there's no one on the premises or within range of hitting someone."

"Yes sir," the employee agrees, hanging up the phone.

"Business stuff?" Willow asks cautiously. After all, this is the first time she's been in this situation.

"Yeah," Michael answers, sensing from the businesslike stance he's taken in their kitchen. "Let's go check on the kids."

They leave the room and instantly Carly asks, "What did he do?"

"Demanded we meet. I don't know why or what this is about, so please tell me you didn't do anything stupid that could cost the truce to be undone."

"I haven't done anything. I've considered it, but I haven't done anything yet," she tells him. "How long til the meeting?"

"I've gotta get going. You have to stay here, this doesn't concern you. Cyrus is looking for a fight and you'll give him one. He's looking for any reason to violate the truce and take me out," Jason informs her. "I mean it. No showing up."

"Is it a solo meeting?"

"Yes."

"You want me to sit here and list out the times he's tried to kill you this past year and a half? Jason, you can't got to a meeting alone. You'll get killed!" Carly exclaims.

"No I won't, Carly. I've got it handled, I told you," he says, glancing at his watch.

"Yes you will! You need to stop agreeing to these one on one meetings because one of these days he's going to get you killed and I won't be able to survive that!"

"I told you, I'm not getting killed!"

"Can you predict the future? No, you can't! I know you might want to go and have this meeting but you can't do it alone!"

"I'm going to the meeting, Carly. You are going to stay here with your kids, grandkids, and Willow," he says, voice unbudging. She's not going to win.

"Promise me you'll come back."

"Carly-"

"Promise me, Jason, or you're not going!"

"I promise."

"Fine, you can go," she surrenders, hugging him. "But be safe."

"As safe as I can be, meeting with him," he agrees.

"Alright, well you better go now or you're not going to be able to say goodbye to the kids."

He bids them all goodbye, hugs Carly again, and leaves for the meeting. His gun is on him, as is his cell phone. Though the usefulness of a cell phone is to be questioned when it's a mob meeting he's having. Not like he can exactly call the police if anything happens, they'd arrest him.

Arriving at the office, he senses that today's going to be a long day.

"Hey Harry, is it clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, thanks," he says before walking into the office. "Cyrus. What's so urgent?"

"Well, Sonny's been gone a year now. I was hoping we could revisit us joining together for a way to continue the peace in this town," Cyrus answers.

"Like I told you the day you found out he was missing, that isn't happening. You're not going to run your product through this town and ruin it. This was Sonny's territory and if he's not dead and comes back, it'll be his again. We both agreed no drugs. It's not happening. Is that all?" Jason asks, bored.

"No, actually. I was wondering how Mrs. Corinthos is holding up. Given that this is the anniversary of losing her husband, I'd presume not well."

"None of your damn business."

"No need to get so defensive, I'm merely posing a question. Trying to make conversation."

"If you don't have anything related to business to discuss, my men will escort you out."

"Oh, but I doubt you will," Cyrus says, laughing evilly. "You'll be too dead to even have the chance to get me out of this room." He takes his gun from his pocket rather dramatically for Jason's taste and aims for him.

Drawing his gun himself, the now mob boss ducks, narrowly missing the bullet before firing his own, missing the other mobster by only a few inches. That was on purpose; a warning shot of sorts. "It never occurred to me," the ponytail clad man continues unaffected, "that you'd be so easy to take out. I mean, really. Your reputation is that you're businesslike and directly to the point, but then you've agreed to several meetings with me alone. I was planning on having some fairly difficult plans to kill you, but you've simply fallen into my lap. I do suppose I feel a bit bad, however, that Mrs. Corinthos will have to deal with you being dead as well."

There's a line you just don't cross in business, and that's been crossed. He remembers his promise to not die and snaps into action. "Fire that gun again and I hit you right between the eyes," Jason warns, setting himself up for his shot.

"I sense I've hit a nerve," Cyrus smiles, "mentioning her like that. Tell me, Mr. Morgan, has it ever occurred to you that you're the reason she even knows about this business? With you gone, I suppose she'll be taking it over. Though I don't doubt her, I do doubt her ability to properly run this business. It's doubtful that she'll even make it a few weeks before she's ki-"

Another warning shot goes from Jason's gun, this one only barely above his head. "Last warning, Cyrus. This isn't a game. She's barely involved in this business and you have no right to bring her up when this fight is between us. So drop the gun and get on the ground."

Chuckling as though he doesn't even really believe that he's about to be taken out, Cyrus stupidly continues, "I'll probably send one of my men to kill her, you know. Try to make it painless out of respect for her."

"Talking about me?" Carly asks, walking in with armed guards. She's got the worst timing.

"Yes I was, Mrs. Corinthos. How are you?"

"I'd be better if you were in a casket six feet under," she answers calmly. "Now, put your gun down before I kill you with my bare hands."

Where the fuck did she learn how to do that? He didn't teach her, neither did Sonny. Who did? Not the point, Carly isn't supposed to be here. She's now got the chance to be shot. That would kill him faster than the bullet wound he feels he could get.

"You heard her," Jason says. "Gun down, on the ground."

Turns out that's what needed to be done. The guards with guns pointed at his head doesn't hurt either, he's sure, but Cyrus finally gets on the ground and drops his gun.

"Good. Get Mrs. Corinthos out of here, now," he orders, to her complaints. "Carly, just go."

"I, personally, have nothing against her being here," Cyrus voices.

"You have no say." When Carly leaves, Jason calmly continues, "You mention her name again in front of me and I'll kill you. Talk about your plan to take me out again and you'll be dead. Nothing is changing. This is your last warning. Next time you try to kill me or someone I care about, you'll be dead quicker than you can even move from the scene. Get out."

Angrily, the ponytail clad man leaves, escorted by the guards. Jason then makes sure everyone knows to make sure there's no evidence of what happened, and that there's especially none Carly was ever there before he joins her in her car.

It's a quiet ride, with him firing off orders for his men and her pouting.

"I was right! He wanted you dead! You fell right into his trap!" She exclaimed when they walked into the living room of her house.

"No I didn't! Carly, I had it all under control!"

"Gun pointed at you, Jason! I walked in and there was a gun pointed at you!"

"I had mine pointed at him too! You can't walk into a gunfight!"

"Oh, but you can start one? You can get shot, I can't? Is that how this works?"

"The only reason you'd be shot in general is because of me, Carly! I introduced you to the business, I'm the reason you and Sonny got together, and I'm the reason you're still apart of it. I can deal with getting myself shot, I've survived other bullets before, but I can't deal with you getting shot!"

"I didn't!"

"Yeah, because I kicked you out of there!"

"I brought the guards, I was safe!"

"You walked into a gunfight when I told you it was the stupid thing to do! I told you not to go but you couldn't help yourself, could you, and you went to the meeting."

"You want me to tell you I was wrong and apologize? I'm not gonna do that! You could've been killed! God knows what Sonny's livelihood status is, but yours is alive. Alive, Jason! I'm not risking you dying, alright?"

"I've survived bullets before, I'd survive this one!"

"How do you know that? I need you to stay alive, so I don't care what your feelings are on the subject and I'm not apologizing! If I had to do it again and it was the only option, I'd go unarmed and alone. I would've been shot if it meant saving you from that! Cyrus wants you dead!"

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died because of me! Your kids need their mother! Cyrus wants you dead too and I'll be damned if I let it happen."

"So what, Jason, you'll do the noble thing and die instead of me? That'll kill me. I couldn't breathe when we thought you were dead last time. Imagine how I'd be if I knew I was the one who caused it!"

"You're not dying!" He shouts back, but there's no edge to his tone anymore. He's less pissed. "Not when it's preventable. You're not getting shot either Carly. If I cause your death, I'll hate myself."

"And you think I won't hate myself if I cause yours?"

To be continued after midnight bc I have thing to add to my blog

eeee

3 notes · View notes