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atimeofyourlife · 6 months

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A family Thanksgiving

This was supposed to be up yesterday, but it took on a mind of its own and instead of the few hundred words it was supposed to be, its nearly 3k. Happy belated Thanksgiving to anyone who celebrates! rated: t | wc: 2847 | cw: period typical homophobia, Steve's asshole parents

The offers from everyone to have him over for Thanksgiving had been great, any other year he would have loved such a choice, but for the first time in a long time, he was spending the day with family.

"But you hate your family." Dustin pointed out when Steve had told everyone about his holiday plans.

"No, I hate my parents. It's my grandma that asked me to go, and I want to see her and my cousins that I haven't seen in like five years. I'm driving myself to Chicago, so I won't be stuck in a car with my parents for hours on end." Steve explained.

"But you're working a late the day before, and I'm not going to cover you so you can drive up early" Robin replied.

"I'm planning on leaving by six on Thanksgiving morning. It's less than four hours to drive, so I'll be there before ten, well nine because of the timezone change. I took the late shift the day before so I had an excuse to drive myself, and my parents wouldn't have any reason to come by Hawkins before. And I drive home either the Friday or the Saturday, ready for our Sunday shift."

Come Thanksgiving day, Steve was somewhat regretting his decision. It had been nearly midnight before he'd gotten home, after a number of people came in just before closing insistent on needing a selection of movies ready for the next day. Then hadn't been happy when the movies they wanted weren't in stock, so they left the place a total mess, causing Steve to stay late to tidy up ready for the opener the next day. Then having to get up around five, so he could get ready and be on track to leave as planned. In an attempt to wake up, he was mostly surviving on a large cup of incredibly strong coffee. He was just counting down the minutes until he could get there.

When he walked in the door, he was immediately wrapped up in a hug from his grandma. "Stevie, it's so good to see you."

"It's great to see you too, Grandma." He returned the hug, melting into it a little. Exactly what he needed after the year it had been.

"Let me take a look at you." She stepped back slightly, giving him a once over. Her hand came up to trace the scar still on his neck from where he had been strangled by the bats and vines. "What happened here?"

"I. It's nothing. It looks a lot worse than it is." Steve replied, trying to get out of the awkwardness of the conversation.

"Oh, if you're sure. If you want to help with dinner, you can join us in the kitchen. But if you just want to rest, anyone who's watching football is in the living room, and the Macy's parade is on in the den."

"It's been a long drive, and I had a late finish last night, so I think I'm going to take a bit of a break. I might come out and help a bit later." He offered.

"Oh, honey. If you don't feel up to it, you don't need to help at all. Take it easy, and we'll call you once everything is ready." She kissed Steve on the cheek, before going back to the kitchen.

Steve made his way through the house, glancing into the living room as he passed. He could see his dad in one of the recliners, and decided against joining them. Wanting to delay the inevitable "you're a disappointment" lecture. He knew his mom would likely be in the kitchen, not actually helping, just drinking wine and gossiping. He moved on to the den, where most of his cousins were. He hovered in the doorway for a second, unsure what to say. So much had changed since the last time he had seen any of them.

"Wait, Stevie?" One of them, Lizzie, said as she looked up to see him.

"Uh, hey?" Steve replied, a little unsure, before he was being swamped in a group hug.

"Jesus Christ, when did this happen? Last time I saw you, you were like a little kid. Now you're a whole grown adult." Another, Mark, said.

After a long catch up, bringing Steve up to date on everyone else's lives, and him giving an abridged highlights of his last few years, they then got into more serious topics.

"Was everything okay after the earthquakes? I tried calling a few times, but I don't know if I had the wrong number because it never went through." Alice, the oldest of his cousins, asked.

"The phones were down across the whole town for a while after, then it was patchy for weeks after that. It was hard to get five or ten minutes without it dropping out. It took me like two weeks before I was able to get hold of mom and dad to let them know that the house was still standing, and that I was still alive." Steve explained.

"Wait, they weren't in Hawkins for the earthquakes?" Harry cut in.

"No, they've not been in Hawkins since February? Like over a month before it happened."

"Oh. They were telling us last night about how awful and hard it had been during the earthquakes, and how they were scared for their lives." Alice replied.

"That's such bullshit. They weren't in the country when it happened, they were in London. They didn't even know that it was Hawkins that was affected until I called them, because all they'd seen on the news was a freak earthquake hitting the Midwest. It hadn't even specified the state. And then they didn't care how I was, if I was hurt or anything, all they were interested in was if there was damage to the house, and how the earthquake could affect the resale value."

"Okay, I call dibs about bringing that up over dinner. I just want to see what shade of purple Uncle Dick can turn." Becca, the closest cousin to Steve in age, piped up. "But were you hurt?"

"Uh, minor injuries. Nothing serious." Steve lied, not wanting to worry anyone. "I was able to start volunteering within a couple of days. You know, helping out at the relief center, helping search for missing people. And when everything calmed down I was helping rebuild and stuff. Just trying to do my bit. But I'm fine now."

"That's good. But thinking of Uncle Dick turning purple, who gets to bring up Fuck Reagan?" Mark asked.

"Stevie's been through the most, I think he should get the chance." Alice replied.

"Uh, I think that would go down about as well as if I told him that my best friend is a dyke and I've spent most of my free time in the last six months sucking off the local drug dealer, who was accused of being a cult leader and murdering three people." Steve said quickly, unsure if he wanted anyone else to pick up what he'd said.

"Was that for drugs, or for fun, or what? Like a hook up?" Harry asked.

"He's my boyfriend. I mean, it helps that I get free weed out of him, but I'd do it anyway." Steve admitted.

"That is something you missed out of your round up. But I love that all of us are some variation of queer."

Dinner was...interesting, to say the least. After saying Grace, they went round the table to say what they were thankful for that year. Steve had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing as his parents waxed on and on about how they were thankful for their lives and being able to escape the earthquake unscathed. He couldn't keep from laughing when Becca spoke up against them.

"Really? Because Alice asked Steve how he found it after the earthquakes, and he said that he couldn't reach you for two weeks after it happened because the phones were down and you were in London. And you didn't even know that it had hit Hawkins until he called you."

"Steven, why are you telling lies about us?" His mother demanded.

"I wasn't? You weren't in Hawkins when the earthquake hit. You've not been there since February. When I was finally able to call you, you only cared about how the house was, not if I was hurt. And you were pissed that I hadn't called you sooner, despite the fact the phone lines were down for the whole town. I could have died or been injured in hospital, and you wouldn't have known."

"How dare-" His father started, only to be cut off by Steve's grandmother.

"Settle down. There's no need for arguing. I am inclined to believe Steve, because I do remember you telling me that you were going to be spending a few months in Europe at the start of this year."

Both of Steve's parents were visibly unhappy, but they didn't push it any further, allowing the rest of the family to talk about what they were thankful for.

Many small conversations broke out over the table, Steve loving the feeling of being surrounded by family for the first time in a long time. He got pulled into talking to different people, but he did his best to avoid his parents' eye. Not wanting to get trapped by them telling him all the ways he had bothered them since he'd last seen them. But he knew they were up to something, when his father got up before dessert was served.

"Before we have anything else, we do have a big announcement about the future of our family." He said, using the voice he always used when talking to the most important clients.

"You've sucked enough political dick to get what ever tax exemption you were after?" Lizzie asked, before anyone could take it too seriously.

Steve's dad just spluttered in anger as a call of "Elizabeth." Came from at least four different people around the table.

"Ignoring that horrible interruption. What I was going to tell everyone is about Steven's imminent engagement. He is going to be proposing to Melissa Downey, the daughter of my business partner, at Christmas, they've been seeing each other for nearly eighteen months now, and it is going to mean big things for our family."

Steve couldn't respond, processing what had just been said, as everyone started speaking, some offering congratulations, others in confusion.

"That's news to me." Steve said loudly, to get over everyone's voices, once he could form the words. "I'm not planning on proposing to anyone."

"Well, Arthur and I have been discussing it, and it is the only thing that makes sense now, the two of you have been together for long enough, the logical next step is engagement."

"I'm not dating Melissa. We went on one date over a year ago, just after I graduated. It was awful, all she was interested in was if I made enough money to bankroll her spending addiction. I made up a fake emergency to get out of it, and I would rather stick forks in my eyes than suffer through that again." Steve got to his feet, bracing his hands on the table. Knowing he'd been right not to be optimistic that the holiday could pass without incident.

"You will if you know what's good for you. If you don't, it could destroy our business. You wouldn't want to be the reason we go broke, would you? You could end up homeless. Where would you live?"

"First, I have plenty of friends who would be happy to take me in if I had nowhere else to go. It's something we talked about after the earthquake, because some people I know did have damage caused to their homes and I let them stay with me until they could move back in. Second, I don't really care about whether or not you go broke. You don't provide any money to me. You haven't since I started working at Scoops. I pay for all my food, gas, clothes. If you go broke, my financial position won't change at all. And third, I can't propose to her. I'm in a relationship, and we're both very happy."

"Is it that Buckley girl? Or did you somehow manage to convince that Wheeler girl that you're actually worth something? Because I can tell you now, you are going to break up with whatever little slut-"

"His name is Eddie." Steve shouted before he could think it through, and a silence fell across the room. "That's right. Your son is one of those awful queers that you keep campaigning against, to keep them illegal and get them locked up. And you know what? He's easily the best sex I've ever had. Especially when we get high first."

"Why you-" His father roared, his face turning a dark red in anger. "How dare you do this to us? After everything we have done for you. You'd better hope that those friends of yours would be willing to take you in, because you are not living under my roof any longer. You will have until the end of the weekend to collect your belongings, anything left will be burned."

"Except, it isn't your roof, is it Richard? If I remember correctly, I was the one who paid the mortgage. My name is the one on the deed to the property in Hawkins. I just allowed you to live there, rent-free might I add, because it made sense for you to live somewhere close to Indianapolis when your business was taking off. I had been planning to sell up. So I think maybe you should be the one to collect your belongings from that house, because I'm not sure if I want you living under my roof any longer. It sounds life you're almost never there, anyway." Steve's grandma replied.

"But, mother-" His father started.

"But nothing, Richard. I don't know where you learnt your hateful attitude, because I know I did not raise you to be the sort of man that would kick your own son out over something as minor as who he loves. I really thought you were a better man than that."

"It's disgusting." Steve's mother added. "So unnatural, and that disease."

"What is disgusting is your bigotry. I think I want you both out from under my roof, now. So, if you would both kindly leave. And I expect you to move your belongings from the house in Hawkins, as that is now Steve's house, not yours. And you better not touch anything that isn't yours, or cause any damage, because I will take legal advice." Steve's grandmother stood up, anger radiating from her tiny five foot frame. "And, unless you change and apologize for your outdated beliefs, you can forget any inheritance. I will not have any of my money going to support hatred."

"Mother,"

"Leave, Richard. Now. I'm not afraid to get the police involved here."

Steve's parents looked at him with their faces filled with utter disgust, before they turned and left. His grandmother escorting them off the property.

"Are you okay, Stevie?" His grandmother asked after the end of the meal.

"I. I think so. I think I need to make a couple of phone calls." He replied.

"Use any of the phones, dear. Maybe if you know someone who can keep an eye on the house."

"Yeah. I babysit for the chief of police sometimes, so I might call him. He'll make sure nothing happens."

"Good. And, if you're talking to that boy of yours, tell him that he's got to come up here for Christmas. I want to meet him, and make sure he's good enough for you."

"Grandma." Steve protested.

"I'm just saying." She replied before walking away.

Steve shut himself in one of the bedrooms, for a little privacy from the still crowded house while he made the calls. The call to Hopper was quick, just outlining what was going on, and Hopper agreed to keep a check on the house until Steve was back in Hawkins. Then it was the call to Eddie.

"Baby, I wasn't expecting you to call. How's your Thanksgiving?"

"Interesting. My parents decided to announce that I was going to propose to dad's business partner's daughter. They wouldn't accept that I wasn't interested in her so I accidentally came out."

"Shit, I hope that didn't go too bad?"

"Uh, it could have gone worse? Somehow me coming out got my parents removed from the will and kicked out of the house. Because my grandma wasn't happy with them being assholes about it."

"Oh, badass grandma. I kinda want to meet her now."

"I was hoping you would say something like that. Because she has told me that you have to come here for Christmas. She wants to make sure that you're good enough." Steve couldn't help smiling as he talked, somehow the day had gone so much better than he'd ever hoped.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington has bad parents #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #atimeofyourwrites

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heydudeillshowyalater · 2 years

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a series of fantasies, starting from tamest and most plausible, and working my way towards the stuff that isn't possible in this reality

literally we just hang out as friends, catch up, maybe do some pokemon go together, and then i doze off with my head resting on you. told you it starts tame.

same as above but as i doze off you get to grope me. i probably won't be able to keep my noises to myself. let's see where that leads.

demonstrating the mouth watering mints face to face with you. let me drool on myself... and maybe if you want to try one we can see if i'm actually into someone else spitting on me in practice, or is that just a theoretical kink still?

when my partner and i have our own place, we invite you over for brunch/gaming/movies/whatever and bondage cuddles happen. i have a vision of me tied up with my arms and legs bound, watching something while snuggled up next to you, and maybe you kiss me or something and we'll see where that goes.

we just happen to meet up at a dungeon and you beat me in front of an audience. even better if you degrade me, make me beg, rip my clothes, and make me degrade myself... in front of an audience.

ttrpg scenario where our characters fuck

above but we actually fuck, in character. even better if you're dming or guest-playing an unearthly villain, i'm my pc, and we use toys to represent whatever nonhuman stuff you've got going on. whatever ttrpg we are playing at the time. we can get creative.

hotel room break-in rape fantasy. i'd love a weapon involved. be violent with me. threaten me. hurt me. i'll beg you not to hurt me, not to rape me, not to breed me. you don't have to listen.

same as above but 1) break into where i actually live, and 2) start while i'm asleep

sexy witcher cosplay photoshoot where you, as geralt, have gotten fed up with me, as jaskier, and have me bound, gagged, and beaten. oh god i had that idea back when season 1 dropped and a friend of mine was writing fic about them and it just reoccurred to me.

we go to a blood drive together. i have a remote control vibrator inside me. the more blood they take from me, the woozier i get. the woozier i get, the more you tease me with the vibrator. if i pass out, even more fun.

use an ovipositor toy to overstuff my cunt and watch me suffer with feeling too full, then having to push out whatever you put inside me

gape me with massive fantasy dildos. a tentacle. something with a knot. some wild alien-looking monster cock. maybe multiple creature cocks per hole, even?

facefuck me while i ride a sybian (less plausible than above stuff due to the fact that i would 100% get overstimulated and just cease to function)

get some of the post-surgery pain meds i had, and keep me on the edge of consciousness while you use me however you like (implausible due to things like... the law)

choke me until i pass out, let me wake up, and then do it over and over again. especially if i wake up once to see my blood on your hands and face (implausible because that would eventually end in me dying)

this is the threshold for where things get fantasy only because it's not really doable and/or survivable in reality

when i get my hyseterectomy, the first thing i see when i wake up is you fucking my removed uterus

cut my pelvis open so you can see what it looks like from the inside when you fuck me (take polaroids and/or video please)

stab a new orifice into me and fuck it (wouldn't that be a fun new way to fuck my tits)

cut my real tits off, keep them as a fuckable trophy, and replace them with fake ones, whatever size you want

create a whole entire fake bimbo body for me so that you can switch my consciousness between my real body and the bimbo body. let me watch you fuck whichever other me i'm not in, completely empty and lifeless. if i can get some of the sensation of it somehow, double the fun.

if by some regenerative magic we can let parts cut off of me grow back, let me beg for you to cut me up and feed me my own flesh because that's all i'm allowed to eat (oooh, maybe the magic works that in order to regenerate i HAVE to eat my own flesh??)

murder me. fuck and mutilate my body. and let me somehow still feel what you do to me. (and then maybe let me come back so you can do it over and over?)

you as a centaur. me as a succubus. hide your horsecock in my massive tits. fuck a centaur tiefling into me. and when she grows up to look like ginny, enjoy her too.

fulfill every twisted, lethal, fucked up, terrifying fantasy younger me had... for younger me.

full body tentacle rape. multiple in every hole. nipple penetration. impossible stomach bulge. so many wrapped around my body, all over, so you can barely see my skin. overstimulation. an obscene, disgusting amount of cum coating me inside and out. and if the tentacles somehow connect to you... even better.

#this post has an audience of one and it is that audience's birthday by the time i post this #happy birthday hon this is what i managed to come up with as a present #this post will self destruct in some amount of undecided time bc aint no way this gets to stay up

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racheloveyunho · 3 years

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Till death do us part - 4

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess, bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 1883

TW series: Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug, kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Obsessive behavior (from Y/N’s and San’s side), threats, swearing and a hint of jealousy.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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Chapter 4

I woke up in the same room I felt asleep on. The unusual walls made my heart ache at the thought of what had happened between my father and I. I knew deep inside me that there will be no turning back with my relationship with him but strangely enough, i didn't feel bad about it, I was more concerned about my brother than anything.

"Did you sleep well?"

I looked up and was greeted by this angelical face of his. San was laying on the same bed as me, one of his muscular arm holding my frame tightly. I smiled back and hide my face on his chest, smelling his addictive scent at the same time.

"I did."

It was a weird feeling. I knew almost nothing of San, I met him three times and still... I felt as if I could give him my whole body and soul. I couldn't help but think about what my mom told me when I was still a child.

"Someday you will find someone you can rely on, someone who doesn't need words to know how you feel, someone who understand and cherish you as the most precious thing in the world. You will find this person one day Y/N, I'm sure of it."

My lips came upward in a smile as I remembered my mom's word, they had a new meaning to me since I met San.

His grip tightened a little around me while his other hand was busy, gently petting my hair.

"You are acting like a boyfriend"

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" I smiled, looking fondly at him and before I knew it, San leaned on and kissed me slightly.

His lips felt like feather, there was nothing but sweetness and love in this kiss, his right hand cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb against the soft skin.

When our lips finally moved apart, I looked up to meet his - oh so lovely - gaze.

"You are so beautiful"

"Say the man whom is beauty itself" I giggled softly.

This moment was almost perfect - almost.

My mind was quick to remember about the bitterness of the situation I was in. I looked down sadly, avoiding San's intrigued eyes.

A lot of questions were running on my mind. What will happen from now on? I was still minor and my dad was stubborn, he would never let me escape from his grasp so easily. How will I survive? I didn't even had enough money to stay on this hotel for more than a week.

Unconsciously, I sighed heavily. San took my chin between his thumb and his index and lift my face towards his.

"What is it?" San asked me in a whisper.

"Did you bring your phone with you? I have to call Hana, she must be worried."

After a few seconds, he nodded and gave me his phone. I entered the familiar number and quickly enough, Hana's voice was heard through the phone.

"Y/N!! Is everything okay? I was worried sick! I thought you were coming early in the morning?" Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. I frowned my eyebrows. She was whispering yelling and it was odd since she was always a loud girl.

"Sorry, I didn't wake up. Why are you this quiet?" I suspiciously asked.

"Y/N, I don't think you should come here, your father was there one hour ago and he was beyond furious! He threatened me and my family, saying that he will ruin our lives if he find out we are hiding you from him!" She cried out.

This sentence came before a long and heavy silence where no one dared to talk. My mind was processing this new information while my heart was scolding me for bringing my best friend and her family into a delicate situation.

San was quietly listening to our conversation, his right hand on top of mine while his thumb was gently rubbing the back of my hand..

"I'm so sorry Hana... I didn't mean to bring you into this mess..." I lowered my voice, guilt eating me alive.

"Hey sweety... It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong but... I don't think this is a good idea to go against your father will. He is really scary."

"Are you telling me to came back home and let my father do everything he wants with me?" My throat felt suddenly dry and my heart heavy in my chest.

No answer.

I knew she was just afraid of what could possibly happen to her and her family, she just wanted to protect her loved ones. However, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. She knew how my father was and how hard it was for me to handle this situation.

"I see. Don't worry for me, I'm gonna find a way." I finally stated with the coldest voice I could muster. I didn't let her the time to give an answer and hung up right away.

I stayed silent for a while and so did San.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally looked up at him and sighed with a small smile "Thank you for what you did to me. I owe you one"

"Why are you talking as if you are going somewhere?" he arched his eyebrows before leaning close to me with his signature smirk of his "I'm not planning to let you go away from me, love."

I gasped in surprise "L-love?" I asked stuttering, embarrassed by this sudden pet name.

"Why are you embarrassed about? We just kissed a few minutes ago"

I avoided his gaze and coughed slightly to get rid of the awkwardness "I can't stay here San... You will be in trouble if my dad find out you helped me and I don't want it to happen."

This time, it was San's turn to sight.

"Y/N. Listen to me. I will let you two choices" I frowned but stayed silent to let him continue "You don't know who I am but I can help you. However I won't take you with me if you don't want to. It's up to you. Do you want to stay with me, where I'll promise to keep you safe by my side, or do you want to go back and be toyed your entire life by your father against your own will?"

Silence again.

His face was serious and his voice demanding, It actually made me think I couldn't choose the latter choice - not that I wanted to choose this option anyway.

"Why are you doing this.. I mean, we don't know much about each other and-"

"Kim Y/N, born in Seoul the 25th September 1999 at 3:48. You like horror movies and all kind of sweets, your mother passed away the 4th June and since then, your father had changed completely, leaving you and your brother behind" San said, never breaking visual contact with me "You are the student with the best grades on your class and you are the teacher's favorite and even though you want to attend the prestigious Seoul national college, you don't know what to do in your life yet"

I was astonished, how did he get all his information?

As if on cue, he slipped a hand in my hair "It's been two years now Y/N, no one know you as much as I do. I know every single details about you but now, I don't want to look at your life from far away, I want to be apart of it" He smiled but frowned as I slowly stepped away from him "were you stalking me all this time?" I asked, heart beating fast.

"Come on, I know you are as obsessed over me as I am over you" He laughed before standing up and quickly doing his hair while looking his own reflect on the mirror “I was there every time you talked to your friend about me”

I watched his every move and couldn’t find anything to say. No matter how crazy it sounded, I knew he was right.

"And how are you gonna help me?"

"Your dad isn't all white, quite the contrary" He said "I know enough to tell him to let you be" He added.

"Are you going to... threaten him?" I looked at him through the mirror.

"Why? You don't want me to?" He smiled at me, his back still facing me.

I took a deep breathe.

"No... He deserves it"

He turned around and came closer to me with the widest smirk.

"So... Are you coming with me?"

I watched as the landscape kept changing from outside the window. The spacious car was moving in slow pace in a part of Seoul I never went in.

I knew it was the beginning of something new but everything seemed so unreal, the only thing that kept me back to reality was the warmth of San's hand intertwining with mine.

I quickly take a glance at the driver, his sharp nose and strong eyes made him look cold, a perfect contrast with his tanned skin. I was surprised by how young he was, probably not much older than San and I and obviously both of them were getting along with each other.

I was so focus on looking at the man and wondering who he was to San that I didn't took notice of my staring until I felt San squeezing my hand.

"Y/N...I'm not sure of how I feel about you looking at another man" He pouted cutely to grab my attention back to him. I laughed lowly and gave him a apologetic look "I'm not sure how I feel about you being jaleous while we are not in an official relationship yet" I smirked at him.

"The kiss wasn't official enough for you?" He smirked back "should I give you an other one then? " He asked, his face coming closer to mine.

His lips ghosted over mine but we were interrupted by a loud cough before we could properly touch each other.

"Please San, can you keep your hands for yourself until you both are alone? I don't especially want to see you guys kiss in the back seat of my car" The driver said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Look who is talking" San scoffed "Should I remind you how many times you made out with your girlfriend in front of me?"

The older man let out a dry laugh, his eyes still on the road.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silencex the driver looked at me from the front mirror.

"Your name is Y/N, right?"

"Yes... And you are..?"

"I'm Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa" He said "I'm glad to meet you, San wouldn't shut up and talk about you every fucking day" He laughed, earning another loud scoff from San.

"Watch your mouth, you are older but I'm still the boss here" San growled.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly.

"We safely came back to your home sir~" Seonghwa politely stated, not without a hint of teasing in his voice.

San pulled me out of the car, hand still holding mine firmly. I followed him and looked up at the huge mansion in front of us.

My mouth fell agape, this place was way bigger than mine.

"Welcome to your new house" San smiled.

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We are finally starting to introduce the others members!

Also this chapter is a bit shorter, I didn’t even noticed until I checked the number of words but I thought it was better this way, there was nothing to add since the next chapter was already done lol.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

See you next time~

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@hijirikaww @pinkchampagne2 @xduygu-arsx @joongiebug @leicy0756

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inglourious-imagines · 4 years

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Like I'm Gonna Lose You (Eugene Roe)

Summary: You're a medic in Easy Company. Eugene believes your touch calms people but when he hears you sing, he's completely taken away. Just like every wounded soldier in the Bastogne church.

Warning: wounds, mention of death (only marginally)

Author's Note: This story is inspired by the song 'Like I'm Gonna Lose You' by Meghan Trainor as the title says. I'm not really a fan of her music but when I heard this song on a radio, this idea just somehow strucked me and I had to write this. Hope you enjoy!

I found myself dreaming

In silver and gold

Like a scene from a movie

That every broken heart knows

She hopped off the jeep as fast as possible when they reached the town. Bastogne was decimated - mud mixed with snow everywhere, buildings where destroyed from bombarding, dead bodies at every corner. The smell of death was all over and she could feel it just like everybody else.

Three soldiers passed her with one wounded who was screaming at the top of his lungs. His one leg was blown off and the other one was bleeding heavily. She sent him a reassuring smile even though she knew the chances are low.

Y/N stepped into church, went down the stairs and that was when she saw it all. The place was something she'd never seen in her entire life.

We were walking on moonlight

And you pulled me close

Split second and you disappeared

And then I was all alone

Eugene Roe was standing in the middle of it all. The room was filled with shouts, whining, prayers, blood and death.

She knelt down beside one soldier with sorrowful face and took him by his hand. He turned his head to her tiredly and she forced herself to smile even though her eyes began to water.

Eugene Roe was watching her curiously. She probably didn't even realise it but he was very well aware of the relief in the soldier's face when she touched him. Y/N was a special person, more special that she'll ever know.

Y/N was sure that the soldier won't be able to make it. It was just a matter of time. She looked around and her eyes landed on an old dusty piano. Sitting behind it, her eyes never left soldier's.

I woke up in tears with you by my side

Breath of relief and I realized

No, we're not promised tomorrow

She loved singing but never actually sang in front of people nor in a crowded place with wounded men.

The song was dedicated to every soldier, not just to the physically wounded but also the "mentally wounded". Psychiatric casualties are as inevitable as gunshot or shrapnel wounds.

The room fell silent. All eyes were fixed on her. Nurses stopped in the middle of their work and none of the soldiers complained. Everybody was watching her.

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye

Wherever we're standing

I won't take you for granted

Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time

At this point, she was crying for the first time since she'd joined the Airborne. The tears were rolling down her cheeks, one after another, and she didn't bother to wipe them off.

She turned her head to the soldier and noticed, he's crying too with the calmest and the most peaceful smile on his face. He accepted his fate. He was ready to go.

The problem was, Y/N wasn't ready. Not even a little.

In the blink of an eye

Just a whisper of smoke

You could lose everything

The truth is you never know

So I'll kiss you longer baby

Any chance that I get

And I'll make the most of the minutes

And love with no regrets

Eugene was fascinated. He hadn't moved an inch since she'd started singing. He was captured in her voice. It soothed his soul and mind. He felt peace and hope inside of him. Like there's still something worth fighting for. Like there's still hope in this helpless world filled with war and hate. He knew it was there.

Eugene realised that not only her touch calmed and healed people but her voice as well. It brought such a calmness in your soul that all you wanted was to lay down, close your eyes and feel.

Let's take our time to say what we want

Use what we got before it's all gone

Cause no, we're not promised tomorrow

The song was coming to an end and Y/N began to feel empty. She touched a few last piano flaps. With heavy heart she sang the last line as she prayed to God to save as many lives as possible.

So I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you

That day, Eugene Roe fell completely in love with Y/N Y/L/N. He knew she's so vulnerable now. It almost seemed like she's gonna shatter into a million pieces. The part french medic took her cold hand and pulled her into his loving embrance.

That day, Y/N Y/L/N fell completely in love with Eugene Roe. He held her in his arms like a little doll that could break any time. She cried and cried and cried and let all the hidden pain soak in his jacket. He softly kissed her wet cheeks and tasted the heartache.

That day, the soldier made it. He got better, survived the war and came home. He never forgot the magical medic that saved his life and soul.

That day, a real hope was born.

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lovefortvmoviekillersandpsychos · 5 years

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Good At Being Bad Part 1

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller) X OC

So you're a tough guy

Like it really rough guy

Just can't get enough guy

Chest always so puffed guy

I'm that bad type

Make your mama sad type

Make your girlfriend mad tight

Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy, duh

I'm only good at being bad, bad

I like when you get mad

I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone

You said she's scared of me?

I mean, I don't see what she sees

But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne

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Crime is in full abundance everywhere. I learned that quickly after my escape from a horrible place full of people dressed in white. Staying alone was easy. I had heard of what happened to my Pappa after I was no longer by his side but couldn't bring myself to go back to him. Not yet. He seemed to be at his violent high and I did not think it would be the safest option to grow up in. Central City was my safest bet because of Superman. In Central City, I was able to do more than survive off of scrapes. A nice wealthy family who had lost a child close to my age, prior to my move to the city, took me in. They put me through private school which I graduated within three years. Pappa didn't raise me to be an uneducated princess. He raised me to be a genius. So, I interned at various law firms and fashion businesses around the city. Knowing the law seemed like the best bet because to break the law, you should know what you're breaking...right?

A year and a half ago, I ran into trouble though. Not with the law, but with some petty criminal. There I was saved by a masked man with a jawline I'd recognize anywhere. I knew that jawline from numerous run-ins I'd had at the local pizza parlor with a guy a little older than me. The petty criminal was knocked unconscious and he turned to me. I watched him carefully. His eyes widened in recognition but he cleared his throat and made his voice sound deeper than what I knew his actual voice was.

"Are you okay ma'am?"

I gave a short laugh,

"All thanks to you no doubt."

Awkwardness settled as he looked like he wanted to say something else. I smiled as I took a step towards the masked man.

"You know....you have a jawline for days?"

Stunned at my comment, he stumbled for words and I cusped his cheek in my hand and leaned in to whisper,

"I'll see you around, pizza boy."

Not even an hour later, I walked into the local pizza parlor to see him about to leave with 2 boxes of fresh pizza. I winked at him as he passed me with a guarded but curious expression. When I was leaving with my order, I found him sitting outside with his pizzas still in hand and a very nervous ora around him. I smiled a gentle smile and approached him.

"Hello, we've never formerly introduced ourselves. I'm Y/N L/N."

"Oh yeah. You're right. That's actually rude of me. We've seen each other here like almost every day of the week for the past 2 months and... Hi, I'm Barry, Barry Allen."

Balancing his pizzas onto one hand, he reached out to shake my hand. The moment our hands touched my heart beat faster and heat rose in my ears, cheeks, and chest. Breathlessly, Barry smiled at me with shyness in his eyes. I'm not sure why, but for the first time in my life I felt like a normal girl. I wasn't planning or calculating. I wasn't putting on a mask of indifference or fake kindness.

We started a very iffy relationship that was very strong at times and hurtful in other moments. He wouldn't admitted who he was even though him protecting me from theft was what made us come together in the first place. I fought to keep my darker habits from getting me into trouble when I got tired of being treated helpless. Yes, while Barry respects me, he wants to be my knight. All the good he was doing, all his adventurous escapades had me green with envy. I missed the thrill of a little danger...causing it more than that. But I kept myself in line. Especially knowing that Barry may be the one to take me down...though that's happened a few times before. Today is the day I decided to leave though, Barry and I ha e been having too many arguments. About him being late to dates, about him forgetting dates, about him not liking my circle of acquaintances,about him not trying to get to know people I talk to. I'm tired of it. When it's good, it's all good. But as soon as there is one thing to cause an argument, it turns into a full blown fight with yelling and tears and with me going to my apartment. Of course Barry would show up almost as soon as I'd get home, with flowers and apologies.

I've been in this city for almost 6 years. Pappa...I missed him. I missed home, in all it's filth and crime, it is home.

"Don't leave Jasmine. You like it here. I don't get it. You like it here and you're leaving?"

Sighing I turned to my boyfriend,

"It's just what I need to do Barry. Gotham is my home and I haven't been there in years. You've liked plenty of places but you still moved around."

"Yeah because I can't find the perfect place you know. But I stay in the same city. Gotham though...it's full of lunatics and psychos with guns and explosives and killers and danger and-"

"I know Barry. I was born there."

"Do you have to go tonight though? One more date night and I won't put up a fuss when you leave in the morning. I bought like 10 pizzas. Two are your favorites from the New York style pizza place. I got your favorite snack and drinks and alcohol too."

A smile crept on my face before I could try to maintain my serious posture,

"Barry..."

He looked at me with puppy eyes and I rolled mine before relenting and dropping my bag down. In a flash, Barry has me in his arms and was spinning us around. Wrapping my arms around him, I enjoyed the moment. I couldn't have had a better first boyfriend. Sweet, nice, spontaneous gifts, and fun date nights. Leaning towards his ear I whispered,

"Let's watch the latest KPOP music videos before finding a movie."

In another instant moment, Barry kissed me deeply, making my heart beat harder than previously. Then he was at his computer in his favorite reclining chair typing away on his multi-desktop computer. Grabbing a box of pizza, I slid onto Barry's lap and let the pizza rest on mine as I grabbed a slice to feed Barry as he typed rapidly. He took the slice in his mouth before I grabbed myself a slice as well. Deep inside though, I want a thrill of danger. I want to explore how dangerous I can be since the experiments. But here with Barry, there is peace and I'm sure there is love. But I need to be bad again, I'm just not sure how good I am at it yet.

#barry allen #barry x reader #justice league

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