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tonkatsubowl · 8 months

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false love.

jing yuan x fem!reader nsfw themes (cursing and stuff i think. mentions of domestic abuse and self harm. mentions of suicide. no, jing yuan aint hurting u bb girl). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ arranged marriage. the reader and jing yuan have an arranged marriage and she is stuck, disliking every moment of it, until...

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color ◖l/n: last name

part two. / part three. / part four. / part five. / part six. / part seven.

"worthless girl," you hear your father say as he smacked down the scrolls onto the floor, "the most you can do for this family is to not be fucking useless and accept this marriage. but since you aren't listening, we will still go through it anyway."

but that wasn't surprising. your family was known to do things to and for you without your consent. this marriage? this arranged marriage? you didn't know about it until you woke up this morning, and apparently this had been planned for months now. you didn't know who you were getting married to, but according to your siblings (that also loathed you as the rest), you were getting married to a military leader.

you were the eldest child of the l/n family, and every first born child was expected to at least be married in their early ages, but if the child fails to meet that traditional requirement, then they would be forced into an arranged marriage.

in truth, you didn't trust anyone. you didn't go out as often, you didn't know a lot of men. you didn't trust any men. you weren't fearful, but with how the world is, you just couldn't trust anyone. and now here you are, forcing to sign your life away to a man you've never met. a man you will hate.

you were a quiet child. despite being the oldest, your younger siblings were treated with respect, love and care...because they seemed to be more talented than you. however, because you were the oldest, you were easy to get rid of. then again, your family wanted to get rid of you from the beginning. it was to the point where your father had practically brainwashed your siblings to dislike you. ultimately for no reason, too. but you just went with it. you were used to this treatment. why haven't you died sooner? you should've been successful in your past attempts.

"dear," you hear your mother call out to your father, "general jing yuan is here."

"ah, brilliant. we can get rid of this useless little girl once and for all." your father replied as he stood up.

as your father left the scene to greet your unknown fiance, you stared yourself at the mirror. you wore a crimson cheongsam, and some decorative ornaments that covered your visage. you sat there, solemn and dull, unable to truly feel anything. you...didn't feel beautiful, even though the house servants of your home had pampered you up enough to look..."decent" and "pleasing" enough to the eye. you just didn't see the beauty in you. you always thought of yourself as useless. ugly. worthless. and now here you are, still looking the same as you were being sent off to spend the rest of your life with some man you never met.

"y/n." a house servant enters your room, bowing formally. "it's time."

slowly, you got up, silently making your way to follow the servant to where the private wedding would take place. you walked past your younger siblings who followed their gaze with you, ultimately disappointed in you, and ready to get rid of their older sibling from the rest of their lives. they will never see you again. and you will never see any of these filthy relatives ever again. that was the best part, at least.

entering the room, you were greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar man who has his back turned towards you. his silver, fluffy hair held up, the government official who officiates your marriage, and your cruel parents to witness your marriage.

you didn't even dare to look at the general. you didn't care. you just wanted to die as quickly as possible. a part of you had hoped that he was kind enough to kill you the same day the both of you wed...so you didn't have to live in this world anymore where you were always hurt. always distrusting others. always meant to be a failure.

the general stole a look at you, however, but he didn't say anything. he patiently listened to the officiate's words, and replied with an, "i do". and you did the same, but your voice was quiet. delicate. precious. like a flower that was stomped on repeatedly, barely able to survive. wedding vows and other wedding-related stuff later, you were finally sent off to be escorted by jing yuan, his lieutenant yanqing, off into his home to live in forever.

standing before you was the sanctum, and you came here by a fancy carriage. the city was in celebration due to the general's wedding. others were happy, and you were the only person who...just didn't seem excited.

"y/n," you hear the general speak to you in a loving voice. dangerous, you thought. it's a lie. it's a fake. he's just acting sweet because he's your husband. behind closed doors, he'll... "we're here."

extending a hand towards you, he caught you flinching. you had thought that the general would hit you, or harm you in some way...but opening your eyes, you see that he merely wanted to hold your hand to escort you out of the carriage. slowly, you nod, taking his hand. shaking. you were afraid, but you tried not to show it.

unbeknownst to you, both yanqing and jing yuan made eye contact with each other briefly after you had flinched.

jing yuan carefully escorted you out of the carriage, and slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he gave a wave towards his people. yanqing was nearby, and another made her appearance.

"ah, fu xuan," jing yuan greeted, "has everything been complete?"

"yeah," fu xuan replied, "lunch has been set up, as well as everything else. i made sure to give you extra dessert this time since you kept complaining last time." a roll of the diviner's eyes, earning a heart-filled laugh from the general. "congratulations on your wedding anyway. and ma'am... miss y/n." a formal bow. "i am fu xuan. master diviner of the divination commission, at your service. please do not hesitate to call for me if you need any assistance."

"haha! thank you, fu xuan."

you were silent, still. you didn't even respond. your eyes remain downwards, staring into nothingness below you. fu xuan looked at yanqing, then to jing yuan, who had nodded slowly. fu xuan nodded, as though they were communicating with each other in silence. then, the master diviner left, leaving you and your husband to enter the sanctum.

upon entering, you were greeted with more of his assistants and servants, which you didn't even bother to care about. you just wanted to disappear. you just wanted to⸻

"y/n." you hear the general's voice. "i hope everything has been to your liking so far. there will be a lunch that has been prepared for us this afternoon to celebrate. would you like some warm tea before hand?"

you paused for a moment as he looked down towards you. you were unable to look at him, but you would want some tea...only due to the fact your hands were cold. you wanted to hold a cup of hot tea to warm them up. "...⸻⸻yes."

it mustered everything for you to respond. god, you felt so weak. you were so delicate. jing yuan smiled softly at you, slowly reaching towards your hands...before stopping.

"...may i hold your hand, y/n?"

you pause, looking at his own hands which were close to yours. you were scared. you were hesitant. but... you were getting cold due to your anxiety.

"..." you nodded slowly, as he took your hands in his.

god, they were warm. they were...soft. they were rough due to the fact he's been in many battles, and they were...large. surprisingly enough, you felt...so safe. jing yuan felt your hands relax in his, earning him a rewarding smile for himself. "let's prepare some tea together. do you happen to favor jasmine?"

your eyes sparkled for a bit. yes, jasmine was your favorite. you loved jasmine tea. it was one of the few comfort teas that you would drink to calm yourself. this time, you displayed a bit of expression as you nodded. "y...yes. jasmine tea is actually my favorite."

"aah, is that so?" jing yuan chuckled, "it is one of my favorite as well. i'll be sure to brew it properly so you can a strong flavor. our tea has been harvested from the best of the best, after all."

you looked down, a bit excited. but you were afraid that if you showed any sort of emotion...you would get hit. but you kept your gaze low to your feet, not wanting to look...

then, jing yuan escorted you to the patio outside, which you were greeted by the sight of the beauty of xianzhou luofu. you could see the sky...you could see the birds flying. for the first time, you felt so...free. but you were unsure.

your husband escorted you to your seat, then right after, he began to brew the tea before you. you watched carefully, seeing everything that he did...and giving you the opportunity to actually give the general a look. he...was beautiful. his silver hair, his golden eyes... he seemed so trusting. he was beautiful. too beautiful. and you were married to him.

god, he must be in love with someone else. he was cheating on you, you bet. he was just here to follow traditions, you bet. there must be another woman involved. you weren't the only one, you thought. there had to be⸻

"y/n?"

you snap back to reality as your eyes look up to meet jing yuan's. the look on his face...the look of sincerity. a gentle look. god, he was so beautiful. and his eyes looked so...soft. he tilted his head, his smile tugging at his lips as he looked at you with a bit of concern.

disgusting.

"are you alright?"

your eyes soften a bit, gaze returning to fixate on the jasmine tea that he had poured for you already.

"you haven't touched your tea, yet. is something the matter? do you believe i have poisoned it? i can drink it for you, if you'd like."

you shake your head. "n-no, it's alright. i just...spaced out."

it didn't matter if it was poisoned. it would be another way to go out.

you pick up the cup of tea, bringing it up to your lips, tasting the warmth of the jasmine-induced tea and...

ah.

your eyes bright up. your cheeks paint themselves with a soft, crimson color. it was...sublime. the taste of the tea was perfect. it was amongst the best...no, it was the best jasmine tea you've ever tasted. it was...perfect. it was amazing.

you could see jing yuan smiling as well, seeing that he was very observant to your behavior and to what you liked, disliked...and what made you fear the most.

"it's...it's really good," you murmur, "i enjoy it. a-alot. th...thank you."

jing yuan's smile widened. "of course. anything to make my wife happy, after all."

happy...happy?

what a strange man.

to fixate on one's happiness⸻yours, especially. was this an obligation, or just something he wanted to do willy-nilly? you were unsure, but for whatever the future holds for the both of you...you hoped that it would make you disappear soon.

but, truth to be told, the future that was promised for you was no danger, neither was it truly a tunnel of neverending darkness.

unbeknownst to you, you were free. and you were going to be happy.

and jing yuan will make sure of it.

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan

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barblaz-arts · 6 months

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I want to thank you for your post about Palestine and for keep educating people about what is happening, I really didn't know a lot about it and you have been very helpful

Everything I mentioned in all my replies about Palestine were from video evidence I've seen circulating around in twitter. For all that website's flaws, I'm glad it's being used to spread the truth.

I myself found out about it for the first time because Jenna Ortega often tweeted about it before Wednesday dropped way back last year. Which is why what is happening now does not surprise me.

This is the least we could do. Use your platforms and let more people know. Look up the tags for Gaza when you can in ur social media accounts. It's not hard to find hard video evidence of Israel's atrocities, though I have to warn you. They are truly horrifying. There isn't a day I dont cry as my heart hurt for them.

And btw there's no need to like, thank me, I think? There are others who have in my asks and I apologize for not replying but I just dont know how to. I mean, this is all just bare minimum, aint it? I dont wanna make it about me. Just keep sharing, alright?

#if ur curious Jenna's stance hasnt changed even after Wednesday #she posted about it a few days ago in ig

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bibibbon · 26 days

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MHA chapter 419 rant

What the actual hell is this chapter ?!?!?!? What is going on horikoshi?!?!??

So suprise AFO IS BACK👎👎👎 seriously what the hell I knew he was gonna come back but he is so boring and I hate him as a villain like wdym you only pulling up with a plan that failed multiple times cos you have thing for your brother like!?!? The doctor and the hero comission could of been better villains. My point still stands AFO being the main bad guy even though this mf was killed and injured by everyone is lame and stupid 😭. Like can AFO just disappear out of existence already like?!?! Also I really doubt that dfo is true considering this guy just loves to act like a season 1 bakugo and call Izuku useless every breathing moment he gets. Also at this point afo out here using shigaraki like a wet human suit thing and that's it

Shigaraki is dead?!?!!!? Vile. Y'all telling me that shigaraki is basically dead this guy basically killed himself after a little fight (it wasn't little that's a hyperbole it was huge he deserves better than this disservice) sigh so shigaraki died with all his memories and the truth of his own origin which is completely sad and wow the amount of retconning for this is insane. Wdym to tell me that AFO needed someone emotionally weak to take advantage of so he chose kotaro, befriended the guy and manipulated him into having Tenko and then used Tenko as his little thing to make the perfect vessel!?!???!? DAM SHIGARAKI IAM SORRRY HORI DID YOU LIKE THIS

Izuku lost two arms and is getting the worst end of the stick as always. As an izuku Stan this isn't it for me like what are you telling me that HE LOST TWO ARMS AND THEN PEOPLE DO COME BUT I AINT SEEING NONE TRYNA HELP THIS GUY. ALSO IZUKU IS NOW ARMLESS AND QUIRKLESS WHATS GOOD ON HERE??!?????!?!? Also looks like izuku out here being the only one who doesn't actually get a full heart to heart with their villain at least ochako and toga were treated better and got that little sob scene where they called eachothers names out and what not but izuku and shigaraki gotta be sentenced to pure suffering for no reason 🤦‍♀️. Also the whole page is Hella and I mean Hella creepy and off like wth is this it's too gory (I know that's not valid criticism but this is my opinion) Izuku out here being the only one who can't be a proper hero like the guy couldn't even stand up to AFO unlike bk this is just mountains and mountains of disrespect and disservice . SOMEONE CHECK UP ON POOR INKO AND IZUKU

The quirks the backstory the things?!?!. So basically overhaul had the oh quirk or whoever the guy in the picture manga panel thingy which looks like OVERHAUL. This guy had an op quirk like he had the power of destruction and reconstruction but then afo takes that away and then has the doctor somehow somehow genetically modify it ( istg i still dont know how that works or how he could do that) and then TOOK SHIGARAKIS OG QUIRK WHICH (what was his og quirk we arent ever told) and then proceedes to set this child who wanted to be a hero for pure failure. Also what is going on with AFO and kotaros relationship and why does the description of kotaro being mentally/emotionally weak heavily remind me of inko midoriya. Also the RETCON LIKE OH AFO IS LIKE HAVE A KID FOR ME OR SOME BS AND HE HAS A KID AND THEN KOTARO APPARENTLY FULLY LOVES HIS FAMILY HOWEVER IT LOOKS LIKE KOTARO LOVES AFO More THAN HIS FAMILY

Eraserhead making a comeback and finally apologising (or not). I mean at least Eraserhead is back and apologising to his student for failing to be a teacher to him which ok cool cliffhanger I guess. Also where is mic I don't think I can take it if mic is secretly off screened especially cos Eraserhead is crying why is the guy crying like is he crying for izuku which dam as he should your student is dying but he was legit shouting left and right for bakugo 🤷‍♀️. Also Eraserhead has a lot of apologies for izuku considering how he treated the poor dude. ALSO DOES THIS MEAN OBORO IS BACK TO THE PLOT SOMEHOW ( I love oboro) but how does this work how did it happen how did he break free Iam so confused did much due for oboro or something.

Sato, ojirou and sero out here coming in clutch. but none y'all running to see if izuku ain't gonna die from blood loss or something. Cool entry I guess everyone can take a good fight with AFO but Izuku because hori doesn't like izuku and izuku just sucks!!!. I get it 1A is too big so hori out here needing to give everyone their little moments but like?!?! This just makes afo seem so weak it first went from only all might being the one to even fouch and defeat afo and now its everyone thats not the ofa users which great (sarcasm if you couldn't tell). ALSO THIS MOMENT DONT WORK BECAUSE IZUKU LACKS DEVELOPMENT AND SO DOES 1A and their whole dynamic?!?!?!!!!!???!

I Have ALREADY SEEN THE SHIGARAKI MIGHT COMEBEACK COS AFO CAN HEAR HIS ECHO BUT I DONT WANT HIM BACK AND IF HE DOES HE SHOULD DIE WITH IZUKU COS I GENUINELY GIVE UP

In conclusion, I hope both izuku and shigaraki die and izuku to be remembered as the greatest hero and that's it honestly!!

#mha 419 #mha critical #bnha critical #mha #hori is a bad writer #horikoshi critical #izuku deserves better #bhna critical #bnha #shigaraki deserves better #what the hell

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starlightshadowsworld · 20 days

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You don't know what I'd do (for you) Part 4 (Epilogue)

Link to full fic

Link to Part 1 of the series: Me and the Devil (Walking side by side)

Hey! You two be careful out there!" Yelled Kunikida, somehow his voice reached Atsushi and Kyouka who were by the water.

"We will!" Yelled Atsushi, it was only due to the tiger that he heard Kunikida.

"Relax Kunikida, they're big kids." Said Dazai, walking over to him and making Kunikida scoff. "You say that like you haven't been watching them as well." Grumbled his partner.

Dazai simply smiled.

"I didn't deny that, just that they'll be alright. Atsushi's a strong swimmer and besides, Kyouka won't let anything happen to him."

Even from this distance, Dazai could see Kyouka's critical eye on Atsushi as they played. She shrieked as Atsushi splashed water at her, and she returned the favour.

Atsushi's laughter filled the air and it was a truly welcoming sound. Kunikida visibly softened hearing it. A weight on his shoulders lifting and Dazai felt the same.

The day out to the beach had been a unanimous decision.

As much as everyone wanted to keep Atsushi inside and observed under a microscope, they all knew that was a bad idea.

Atsushi was scarred, and not in a way Yosano could heal. He needed this, to run and play like the kid he was never able to be.

Under the watchful but not suffocating eye of his friends.

If Kunikida wasn't being such a mother hen, Dazai might've reminded him that this had been Kunikida's idea.

Ah well, there was plenty of time for that.

"Kenji! Help me!" Called Kyouka, clearly losing against Atsushi. Kenji looked up from where he was making a sand castle with Junichiro and grinned.

"Coming!" Junichiro watched him go and got up as well. "I've got you Atsushi!" He yelled, running to his aid.

Atsushi smiled appreciatively before he was immediately put on defence by the sheer might of Kyouka and Kenji.

Dazai chuckled at the sight. He and Kunikida went to where the "adults" were hanging out. Yosano was reading a magazine. Ranpo was eating some sweets and Fukuzawa was reading a book.

"Ah the civilised people, we've come to join you" declared Dazai, flopping onto an empty deck chair.

Yosano snorted "just you wait till I finish this. I'm gonna crush them all."

Ranpo snorted "Oh you think I won't?" Asked Yosano, a sinister smile on her face that scared everyone. Except Ranpo of course, he just smirked back. "I don't know, if I join you might be outmatched."

Yosano's eyes shined with glee "is that so? Would you care to put your money where your mouth is?"

Fukuzawa shook his head with a fond smile. While Kunikida seriously debated if these were indeed the "civilised people."

"He looks happy" said Fukuzawa, getting all of their attention. Even when he wasn't in President mode, the man was hard to ignore.

"Kyouka said he had a nightmare last night." Said Kunikida, his voice quiet even though none of the teens could hear him. Nor were they paying them any attention.

"I thought about cancelling this, but I'm glad I didn't."

Yosano nodded in agreement, putting down her magazine. "It's going to be an uphill journey, healing as much as I wish it was, is not linear."

Aint that the truth.

Atsushi bless his heart had come so far. The fact he'd even come out to the beach, said it all. In the beginning Atsushi was terrified to go out. But even more so to stay inside.

The sound of a lock clicking sent him into a panic attack. Kyouka had called them in the dead of night multiple times.

Where they'd find Atsushi had woken up screaming and sobbing. The worst were the times when Atsushi would run off.

It reminded everyone just how close they came to losing him before.

To everyone's suprise whenever Atsushi ran off, Akutugawa of all people would burst into the Agency.

Sometimes literally. Rip Bernard, the poor office door gone before it's time.

Akutagawa would shove Atsushi onto the sofa and nod at everyone. Sometimes he'd leave, but sometimes Atsushi would grab onto his coat.

And Akutugawa would roll his eyes and sit back down. They'd end up talking about a mission, quickly going back to their usual banter.

But there was no bite to it. And it escaped no one that Rashomon was always hovering nearby incase of attack.

Than there was Chuuya.

Though Dazai wasn't suprised at him showing up. The Slug had always had a big mushy bleeding heart, as much as he denied it.

It was still funny to see Kunikida's shocked face that morning seeing Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara in the Agency building.

Sitting on a chair in the infirmary by Atsushi's bed and telling him a very embarrassing story about teenage Dazai.

Because of course he was.

Dazai could only huff theatrically because Atsushi was giggling. And his ego could be stabbed multiple times, if it meant Atsushi could look so happy again.

What did pour salt in the wound though was Kunikida silently pulling his own chair out. And gesturing for Chuuya to continue.

Truly the worst act of betrayal

They'd even gone for drinks as they'd planned before all of this. Dazai had nothing to receive such cruelty.

"By the way, what's the story with Dostoyevsky?" Asked Fukuzawa, his voice dropped to a whisper at his name. He didn't want to mention the bastard even if Atsushi couldn't hear him.

Ah, speaking of cruelty.

Once Atsushi had been rescued, the bastard had fled. But with the entire Agency minus Atsushi and several members of the Port Mafia, it was child's play to locate him.

Dazai hadn't even cared to play their game. He just ran over and decked Fyodor in the face. Sending him flying into a wall with a look of suprise.

"That's for Atsushi, but you and I both know you deserve so much worse."

Fyodor had dared to smirk and Dazai had to stop himself from punching him again. "Oh? And where were you when he handed himself over to me?"

He got up.

"You should've heard him, crying and screaming in agony it was like music to my ea-"

It wasn't Dazai who hit him. Kenji's eyes blazed brightly, no one had seen him move. All they saw was Fyodor hit the ceiling so hard he definitely broke something.

"Take his name out of your mouth."

Kenji who had been guarding the infirmary, who had wept when Atsushi was safe. Stood over Fyodor, seething like an avenging angel.

"You don't get to talk about him like you know him" Said Kyouka, her blade sharp in her hands.

"You played on our fears and he tried to stop you. And he won, because Atsushi's safe and you're here alone and pathetic."

Fyodor sneered and Junichiro stood infront of Kyouka and Kenji. "That's as far as you go" he glared, his bloodlust was practically tangible. "And what? You're going to kill me?"

Junichiro shook his head.

"Deaths too good for you, you're going to suffer for what you did. You want to be the king of this world? You'll rot in a cage beneath the earth and lay forgotten and pathetic."

Among the blazing rage, Dazai felt pride. And he knew he wasn't the only one.

Kunikida stepped forward, beside Junichiro. "You have no power here, you have no one and nothing. You're done, Fyodor Dostoyevsky."

Nikolai, the clown had been apprehended. He'd been Atsushi's torturer, they'd pieced it together from whispered words and sobs.

A man called Sigma hadn't been involved but he'd been informed. He'd told the Agency everything he knew, even volunteering to take Fyodor's memories and share them with Ango.

That way any future schemes would be cut short. Fukuzawa had agreed at the plan.

Dazai nullified his ability and Chuuya used his ability to keep the rat captive. He threw him (literally) into a cold cell.

Now that, was teamwork.

Death was a mercy Dazai wouldn't grant Fyodor.

If it was up to him Fyodor would rot in a cage too small for his feeble body. And he would suffer every wound and the pain he put Atsushi through.

But no amount of suffering would give Atsushi back what he'd lost.

And Dazai refused to become a monster and lose what he'd gained. The thought only cemented in his mind when he saw Kenji stood by the door.

"I want to kill him..." He whispered, voice shaking with anger, fear, greif and sadness.

They were all just kids, weren't they?

Dazai instantly pulled him into a hug. Letting him sob and hold him close. "I know Kenji, I know."

That damn Demon had taken enough from his family, Dazai refused to let him take any more.

"He's being interrogated currently, the Port Mafia are having their turn." Said Dazai, answering Fukuzawa's question.

Oh they had his memories now, Chuuya and Akutugawa were just taking shots at him.

Fukuzawa nodded.

That's when Atsushi ran over with a grin. "Well well look at what the cat dragged in" teased Ranpo. He threw a towel that Atsushi caught and bundled himself up in.

Looking all for the world like a drenched kitten.

"Welcome to the civilised people corner, Atsushi." Said Dazai making him snort. "No offence Dazai but if it involves you it's not a very civilised corner."

Dazai gasped in mock offense and Kunikida snorted. "So true Atsushi, did you want a snack?" Atsushi nodded, but averted his eyes.

"I... I just wanted to be close by." He said, in almost a whisper but they all caught it.

Dazai softened, scooting over and while the space was small, Atsushi slotted down beside him instantly.

He sent a reassuring look to Kyouka who nodded and went back to playing.

Ranpo took that as a cue to regale them all with a story of a case. One that was rather light and funny. Yosano chimed in, considering she'd been there.

Atsushi listened as he munched on a snack Kunikida passed over to him. Once he was sufficiently dry, he was bundled up in a blanket.

Dazai put a protective arm over him and Atsushi let out a relieved sigh.

And maybe just maybe things would be alright once again. They'd never go back to the way they were, and Atsushi had plenty to heal from.

But he wasn't alone.

Something told Atsushi he'd never be again. He'd broken his deal with a Demon. Atsushi had shown how far he'd go for those he loved. And in turn they showed just how far they would.

For him.

He'd missed this, and for the first time Atsushi was truly glad he'd survived.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #bsd kyouka #bsd kenji #bsd dazai #bsd junichiro #bsd kunikida #bsd fukuzawa #bsd fyodor #bsd ranpo #bsd yosano

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rarepears · 5 months

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I want Jiu Finger to be there to see Shen Yuan being pestered by Luo Binghe, and be dumbfounded.

This, this is what his replacement had to deal with?!

Remember, he aint the Shen Jiu from PIDW, but from SVSSS. He dont know the truth. But imagining the headache of having to deal with THAT, Shen Jiu feels pity.

I think Shen Jiu has bigger fish to fry than watching Luo Binghe pestering Shen Yuan.

Ok, TBH, I've lost track of the timeline now with all the random worldbuilding we've been throwing into this AU. When DOES this reunion even happen?? Methinks Luo Binghe doesn't actually come onto Westeros until after the North starts experiencing issues of whitewalkers (aka after the Night's Watch already made a few reports about Whitewalkers, not that they knew these monsters were called whitewalkers) and Mobei Jun has figured out that he needs to call on his liege's help to deal with this trouble rash of unrest on the side of the Northern Empire that everyone likes to pretend doesn't exist.

Then Liu Qingge tags along because where Luo Binghe goes, he has to go to make sure this demon isn't up to more no good. Also Luo Binghe is still dragging around Shen Qingqiu's dead body, so there's that.

Wait-

Luo Binghe barging into Westeros with a very well preserved ethereal angel of a dead man in his arms-

Luo Binghe definitely gets mistaken as the Stranger at first.

And this is how Shen Jiu finds out that someone took over his body after his death.

Shen Jiu is Not Pleased. But!!! He can now get updates on how Yue Qi is doing!!! Subtly though - he doesn't want Yue Qingyuan to know that he's still alive in some form. We all know that Shen Jiu fails eventually.

And then hot!! DILF!! Shen Jiu who's like in his 50s now with salt and pepper hair in close embrace with still-looking-like-20 Yue Qingyuan?! Hot damn.

[More in #Shen Yuan is born as Tywin Lannister's eldest son AU]

#mobei jun #svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #Shen Yuan is born as Tywin Lannister's eldest son AU #scum villain's self saving system #mxtx #game of thrones #tywin lannister #luo binghe

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wendytestabrat · 2 months

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kyle’s denial about how much his mom sucks is annoying af (FROM THE VAULT [2021])

I don’t get how Kyle constantly shits on Cartman for being fat and Cartman’s bad behaviors, but whenever someone calls Kyle’s mom out he gets all offended and defends her even though Kyle’s mom is all fat and obnoxious too DNDJEJ. It rlly shows how fake Kyle is. Honestly like I know you can’t always disrespect your parents and I feel like that’s the situation Kyle is in because his parents are rlly strict so he doesn’t wanna get in trouble but you should at least still have some awareness of when your parents suck and they don’t always have your best interest. Kyle’s life would actually be a lot easier if he admitted to himself that his parents are shitty and treat him like shit so he can just be himself more. And I guess this is partially why I like Stan & Cartman more as characters along with 47388392 other reasons bc we know they’re getting abused and shit too but Stan & Cartman are still AWARE of their sucky parents. Stan knows that Randy is an asshole and we even see Stan calling Randy out on his bullshit at times, and we know how much Cartman shits on his mom DHSJKSKSKS. I feel like the reason why Cartman loves picking on Kyle for his mom and there was also that moment where he told Kyle to go tell his mom she’s a fat skank is bc Cartman is just fucking sick of Kyle being fake and in denial about his situation, and he’s tired of Kyle taking out his aggression over his fat mom out on Cartman for being fat. It should be perfectly okay for Kyle to just openly admit and vent about his frustrations with his parents to his friends like all the other boys do, and we know Kyle does get annoyed and pissed off by his mom and dad but he just keeps it to himself and he deludes himself into thinking that they’re actually good parents that are doing the right thing even though they’re not. We saw in the episode “Super Hard PCness” how crazy Kyle got because he started acting too much like his mom and all the boys called him out for it which shows Kyle has really no awareness at this point of the negative effects Sheila has had on him.

update 2024: i remember when i was a kid how annoying i found it when other kids would just kiss up to their parents abt everything or act like their opinion on something and what they said is the ultimate truth. i would get into an argument with a bitch and he/she would be like “but my mom said this!1!1!!1” 😩 like idc if that’s what ur mom or dad said it aint true lol. and kyle does this shit a lot in the show he’ll act like his parents are the experts on everything like that time when him and cartman were arguing abt aspergers he was like “LET’S GO ASK MY DAD RIGHT NOW!1!1”

like it’s normal when you’re rlly young to look up to ur parents and view them as experts but i think a normal part of growing up is reaching a point where u realize no, ur parents aren’t actually experts in everything and don’t always have ur best interest at heart lol (and i think this normally happens around age 11 or 12 when u go through puberty which is pretty close to kyle’s age) and then u start thinking for urself more. it’s honestly sad kyle still hasn’t gotten to this point (while stan and cartman have), yet he acts like he’s smarter and maturer than everyone else smh lol.

#south park #kyman #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

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mrs-monaghan · 9 months

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With BB no.1 too honestly.

Seven got 304 points and a difference of 1-2 points from no.1

While LC got 319 points.

If seven didn't had playlisting and radio prolly it will land in 4 or 5. Jk got 6 points from radio alone I.e lead of 6 points without any effort, if he didn't had the radio no.2 and no.3 will easily surpass him as there was only 1-2 points difference.

While Jimin's 319 points was 0 radio and 253K sales and 10 M streams 💀💀

I was saying that if seven didn't had the push and hype it had it won't be achieving any record we are singing about now. It will land around no.5 on BB 100 and will be getting 3-4M streams daily rn.

That, is alot of math my lovely, but I will take your word for it.

Yes, yes yes yes yes it is all very very true. What Jimin achieved is fucking amazing. It's incredible and if we are being honest, legendary 🙌🏽

I mean mans had basically no radio play and he still got there. Idk why Jikookers are being called antis for pointing out the truth

And the truth is that it's unfair that Jimin didn't get the same push that JK did.

But, whatever happened, happened. The least people can do is acknowledge that what Jimin did was fucking HUGE. Fucking LEGENDARY.

Jimin is THE standard I don't care. Everyone always wants their fav to have what he has. Do what he does. Be what he is. It is what it fucking is. Jimin is King. And Jimin is the motherfucking standard. Period!

But also, what JK did was also amazing, anon. Yes he got more push and more support from the company clearly and he got all the radio play but it still doesn't diminish his achievement.

Not Just for 100 but 200 too!!! 👏🏾👏🏾👑👑👑

But, let's not forget he worked hard for it. Alot may have been handed to him but he put in the work. He didn't slack, he practiced, dieted, gave input, stayed up, put👏🏾 in 👏🏾the👏🏾fucking👏🏾 work👏🏾 JK aint some lazy bum that just sat back and did nothing waiting to harvest what he didn't sow.

U wanna be bitter that his win was made easier that's okay, but it doesn't make it any less valid. At least not in my eyes.

We stan legit kings

Pretty kings

People are saying they hope V gets his number one too so that the maknae line will all have a BB hot 100. The thing is though, realistically speaking thats not possible.

See, with the current racist Hot 100 rules, JK wouldn't have go10 it either if it wasn't for radio play. So unless V gets the same push JK did, (which I doubt) he won't win it. I want him to, I do. But it's not likely. So far we've only seen 🛴 show interest in Yoonminkook. Maybe that will change at some point but as it stands...

Anywaaaaaaay.

All hail our talented kings 🙌🏽 who are getting more sus day by day 🧐

Okay 😳

#jimin is king #justice for jimin #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #minkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts #jimin face #jungkook seven

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pacifymebby · 10 months

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Center of Gravity //Bonnie Gold // Part 3

The next morning you were awoken early by the sound of the birds, the chorus at dawn and a tapping on the window of your vardo. A tapping you knew no doubt belonged to Bonnie.

You wanted to ignore him, it was too early and you were tired, worn out from the drama of the day before... And in truth, you were a little nervous too. You knew what Bonnie was like see, he didn't like to leave problems without solutions and he'd see your not knowing how to swim as a problem that needed just that. A solution. It was the main reason you'd kept it secret from him for so long. You knew that once he found out he'd want to teach you, he'd say it was important that you learnt, what if something were to happen to you one day and no one was around to help you? He wouldn't want to leave things as they were, and although he hadn't said anything about it yesterday, you knew it was only a matter of time before he brought it up. So you wanted to ignore him.

Still you didnt have much choice.

"If you don't go out to him right fuckin now y/n..." grumbled your sister, grabbing a pillow and hurling it in your general direction.

"How dya know it ain't for you dinlow?" you retaliated, your whisper harsh and stirring a sarcastic laugh from her.

"Its Bonnie aint it... Why would he be here for me?" she rolled her eyes before rolling over to face the wall and ignore you, lucky for her she was going to be allowed to ignore the boys knocking and go back to sleep.

You however knew she was right. You didnt have that kind of luck on your side and though you knew you should be thrilled, your best friend, who you were secretly harbouring more than friends feelings for, wanted to spend time with you alone... You just weren't feeling all that excited to leave the sanctuary of your vardo that morning.

"Y/N!" hissed your sister when you hesitated again, "get out there now!"

So before she could say anything more, or throw anything else in your direction, you scrambled to pull on some clean clothes and go quietly from the vardo to the soft cushion of grass outside.

And there you found him, leaning back on his elbows in the grass, one leg crossed lackadaisically over the other, his peaky cap on the floor beside him, his eyes sparkling, far more awake than you.

"Finally little dove, thought you were ignoring me for a moment there.." he said with a cheeky little smile, knowing full well that you had been ignoring him.

"Forgive me if I was hesitant to pull myself from the comfort of my bed so early in the morning for dubious reasons..." you said dryly, your smirk eventually flickering though it remained uncertain and Bonnie could tell you weren't entirely sure yet whether you were happy to be up or not.

"Dubious?" he chuckled, "nothin dubious about this little dove..." he said pushing himself up, hands in the pockets of his slacks, "just your favourite lad come to steal you away for the day before anyone else can," he said, that bright mischievous glint in his eyes difficult to ignore, difficult not to warm to. You felt a blush threatening your cheeks and closed your eyes, trying to think of anything but him just for a second so that the pink wouldn't flush your face and show you up. He was only teasing you, only joking around and if you let him see how his teasing embarrassed you these days he'd realise that his little jokes went straight to your chest these days. That they meant a lot more to you than they did him. The idea of Bonnie realising that, was perhaps the one thing on this earth more embarrassing to you than admitting to him yesterday you didnt know how to swim.

You let out a sigh, looking him up and down sceptically, chewing your cheek as you tried to work out what he was thinking.

"But where exactly are you taking me... Thats the bit am not so sure about..."

He let out a sigh, offering you his hand and then, when you hesitated to take it, taking yours in his and tugging you into his side, resting his head on top of yours for a brief moment before leading you away from the camp through the trees.

He could tell you were nervous, he wasn't stupid. He'd known you so long he knew all your little mood changes, the mamnerisms which gave your feelings away. Well just then you had that demur shy kind of discomfort in your eyes and you were sucking in on your cheek, trying not to look at him but glancing back all the same, like you were asking him not to leave you or let you down. He knew there was no point lying to you about where he was taking you or what he had planned for the day, you clearly already knew... That anxious look you had going on wasnt for nothing.

So he leant into your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tried to flash you the winning smile which always seemed to work on every body else but which, that morning didnt seem to be doing much to convince you.

"Trust me little dove, this will be fun... You don't need to be scared..."

"I'm not going in that fuckin river again Bon..." you started thinking you could argue your way out of this if only you were stubborn enough. Of course, you weren't stubborn enough to win an argument against Bonnie, nobody was more headstrong than him.

"I'll be with you, like yesterday... Well you know not exactly like yesterday but..."

"Oh aye thats very reassuring pal..." you sneered at him, crossing your arms over your chest and fixing him with a glare, "I'm not going in that fucking river..."

"Ahh come on little dove don't be like this," he sighed fixing you with that stupid grin again. He had his hands in his pockets, looking back at you with such a care free expression on his face it almost made you want to believe him.

"You need to learn y/n, we use the canals all the time what if you were to fall overboard one day..."

"Well I guess I'll just drown won't I..." you said keeping your pout fixed, being childish and sullen thinking if you kept it up, he'd give up but he only shook his head and laughed you off.

"You don't mean that love," he said, taking your arm with his, tugging you away from your fixed spot, jostling you until you gave in and started walking with him. "You'll be fine love I'm not gonna let anything happen to you..."

"Nothing you says gonna make me feel better Bonnie..."

"Aye well," he nodded, "I'll just have to prove it to you then won't I..." he said determined that he wasn't just going to teach you to swim, he was going to get rid of your fear completely and show you how pleasant the water could really be.

The sun was still orangey and new in the sky when you reached the river bank. You'd gone quiet the rest of the walk and Bonnie could tell you were trying to hide your nerves behind the sulk on your lips.

"Alright," he said surprising you when he stopped and pulled his shirt clean over his head. You watched wide eyed and stunned, frozen for a moment unable to look away from him. His muscles rippled with his movements and although his body was lithe and slender he was strong. You were blushing, you could feel the heat in your cheeks and you felt so stupid, so childish because you shouldn't have been shocked to see him like that. You'd seen him like that before after all, at his fights, around the camp in the summer. But here, when it was just the two of you, and you were so close, and you were feeling vulnerable enough already...

He caught sight of your lingering gaze and your blush and grinned, chuckling at you when you continued to stand there frozen.

"You might wanna think about doing the same little dove, unless you want a repeat of yesterday eh?" he teased you tossing his shirt on the floor at the river bank and proceeding to step out of his trouser until he was left in only his underwear.

Your heart was hammering in your chest by then, a nervous thrill taking over you because you knew that what he was suggesting was highly inappropriate and would be frowned upon by any of the adults you knew. You knew he didn't mean for it to be taken that way, it was just common sense that you didn't go swimming in your heavy clothes.

"I don't wanna get in that river..." you said again shaking your head, arms folded across your chest, your fear spiking at the thought of the cold water. How once you were in there you'd be completely dependent on him to help you. And you knew that you could depend on him... It was just you weren't sure you wanted to. Not if you could stay nice and safe on the river bank, on dry ground.

"Sweetheart I'm not about to throw you in again alright, we'll get in together nice and slowly yeah? We'll be careful this time eh? You'll be alright I promise..." he said stepping closer to you, his hands holding your shoulders, stroking down over your arms gently as he tried to show you he really meant it when he said nothing would happen to you. That he would keep you safe.

"Promise?" you asked quietly, your breath shaking because he was standing so close to you now, holding you tenderly, looking deep into your eyes with his so honest and full of care that you weren't there sure how much longer you could stand it.

"Course I promise little dove, you'll be safe with me... Always look after you don't I?"

"I guess..." you said still a little uncertain but defeated, knowing that you were going to end up doing exactly as he wanted you to, you were going to put your faith in him regardless of the fear in your gut and your mind.

"Right well, no more guessing eh, just knowing from now on." He said finally, tapping his finger to the button of your nose, lingering for a minute too long just looking at you, looking up at him. You had that dependence in your eyes which he secretly adored. It filled him with so much pride, a sense of immense purpose, knowing that he was the one you would put your trust in, he was the one you looked to when you needed something. Maybe he wasn't your boy, maybe he never would be, but he was your rock and though you didn't realise it, you were his too.

You felt a sinking dissapointment when he did finally step back, his hand leaving your shoulder as he turned away from you and back to the water telling you to hurry up.

Hesitantly you stepped out of your clothes, pulling your top over your head so that you were left in only your underwear and a thin flimsy white vest. It hung from your body almost translucent and when you squeaked out a little "alright... I guess I'm not ready..." Bonnie had to fight to control his expression because the sight of you was heavenly. You stood with that thin white fabric slipping from your shoulders, the milky orange morning light glowing from behind you. You looked angelic, something heavenly and he could hardly breath.

You saw his eyes widen and blushed, thinking for a second that you'd done something wrong, or that suddenly he was regretting even trying to teach you. Did you look so bad, really, that his eyes should fill with fear...

"S... Sorry Bonnie you don't have to do this someone else can teach me if I really must learn it doesn't need to..." you started, your voice stumbling frantically as you bent down to pick your clothes back up about to get dressed and flee the scene when he laughed.

"What on earth are ye going on about lass? Don't think you're getting out of this that easy..." he grinned nodding his head back towards the water when he told you to "come on y/n shift." He held out his hand to you then, waiting for your fingers to meet his so that he could tug you gently in towards him. He could feel your hesitance in every step you took, but looking at your rosy cheeks and the way your eyes could no longer meet his he was beginning to wonder just how scared you really were.

When he got to the edge of the bank he almost threw himself in, he'd always enjoyed the thrill of jumping into the cold water and feeling it consume him. But he thought twice about doing that today, he didn't want to startle you afterall, or worse have you think he was going to make you do the same thing.

Instead he eased himself in a little more carefully, crouching down at the side of the bank first and then jumping in, landing on his feet only waist deep in the water. He'd chosen a place in the river he knew the water well, where it was shallow and the current was almost none existent. There was a fallen tree not far along the way which had slowed the flow right down and for that he was grateful because it had given him the perfect place to teach you.

You stopped at the edge of the water and sat yourself down, tried to tell yourself it would be just like when you went wading to wash in the streams with your sister. The problem was you'd never actually been that good at lying to yourself.

You dangled your legs over the side of the bank letting your feet and your ankles dip into the cold water which froze you for a second. The best way to get into cold water is quickly, you knew that and usually you'd have been a little more brave, but today you were hesitant even to slip into the river at all let alone put your whole body under.

Bonnie watched you, approaching you slowly when he realised you were going to need a little more encouragement. He didn't say a word as he stepped closer to you, his waist meeting your knees at the edge of the river, your feet beneath the water knocking against his thighs. He took one of your hands in his and laced his fingers with yours, his actions so gentle that for a moment the quiet between you, the closeness you shared, felt intimate... You felt as though this was the closest youd ever felt to him before.

"Promise you'll be alright," he said his eyes serious despite the little smirk tugging on his lips as he reached for your other hand and tugged you towards the edge of the river bank. You felt your bottom drag over the grass and you knew that any second now you'd slip into the cool water and feel yourself sink, but with his gaze holding yours as intensely as it was you hardly noticed yourself getting closer to the water until it was too late.

You let out a gasp, so shocked by the icy swallow of the water rising up over your waist as you slipped in that you couldn't hold back your shrill cry. The sound was enough to startle the birds in the trees nearby and when they set flight and their calls drowned out the last of the dawns quiet you felt a hot flush rising in your cheeks. It was a blush so sweet and pretty that Bonnie felt himself falter too for a moment, his hands still holding yours, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips, dragged away from your lips, only to return to them moments later. He knew he was only torturing himself. He could tell just by the way you let him hold your hands like this that you didn't see him as anything more than a friend. Worse, you probably saw him as one of those annoying older brother figures. You probably always would and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Alright?" he asked you quietly, not wanting to startle you.

You thought about it for a moment, really the answer should have been no, your heart was racing and you felt a little sick, and you knew it was only going to get worse because this had to be the easiest part. The slipping into the water, the just standing there in it so that it lapped just above your breast. It was only going to get harder from here so you shouldn't have been alright, you should have been petrified... And you were, you could feel that without Bonnie's hands holding yours you would be trembling with the fear you felt. But that was just it. He was holding your hands in the water, standing sturdy and close to you and so you felt better than you would have done had you been with anyone else. And although you could blame your nerves on the water which flowered around you, for your nerves you knew that in truth at least a little of that strange flutter within your ribs was down to the simple fact that, when you were stood as close to him as you were just then, it was only really the flow of that cold water which seperated you from him.

"Uhuh," you managed, looking up at him shyly, any nerves apparent on your face taken as being down to the water and what he was making you do. It not occurring to him for even a moment that perhaps that soft blush in your cheeks and the way you kept looking anywhere but at him might have been being caused by him. The way he was looking only at you.

"You're still scared," he said with a small smirk, "Don't lie to me little dove I know you too well..."

"Yeah," you said quietly, your laugh nervous, barely escaping on your breath. Still, he felt it skim his cheek and found himself beginning to feel nervous too, had to swallow the lump which formed in his throat when he realised that even if he'd be wanted to he couldn't have dragged his eyes from yours then.

"Be alright little dove," he said squeezing your hands, letting his thumb rub over your knuckles, "I'm not gonna let anythin happen to you, gonna be easier than you think it will lass... You doubt yourself too much."

"Sure Bonnie..." you said shrugging off his last comment, eyes averted to the water and your waists as you sucked your cheek in and disbelieved him.

"nah," he chuckled then, shaking his head, that boyish grin lingering as he dropped your hand and took your chin with his two fingers, thumb holding your cheek as he pushed your gaze back up to his, "Don't do that love," he said his little chuckle only making you blush as your eyes returned, hesitantly to his, "look at me yeah, look at me little dove..." he said a little more firm the second time, his neck bent forward, his eyes really searching yours until he was sure you were really looking at him, "why would I lie to you eh? You're my little dove ain't ye, I ain't ever lied to ye have I lass?" and though at first you didn't realise he was genuinely asking, when he didn't say anything, when you tried to return your head to its former position and the gentle pressure of his fingers stopped you, a slight push all it took to guide your eyes right back to his, you realised that he was waiting for you to shake your head and tell him.

And for a second all you could think about was the words he'd said, how easily, how simply he'd said them. Almost without thinking.

You're my little dove...

Then again perhaps that was just it, perhaps when he'd said them he hadn't been thinking. Hadn't realised what it sounded like when he said those kinds of things. Didn't realise the fine line he was treading. If he had then perhaps he would have taken it back immediately, perhaps he'd have shaken his head and backtracked and left you blushing and self concious feeling stupid for ever getting your hopes up.

So when still he stayed quoet waiting for an answer you shook your head but you let yourself get carried away by your anxieties and another wave of worries rolled from your tongue.

"No, I guess you don't... But... This is different ain't it you can't know I'm gonna be okay! How do you know I won't get caught in one of them current things..." you began your agitation growing as you thought about it properly, realised that you really didn't think you could do this. And when Bonnie saw the little tears welling up in your eyes he felt a little twang of guilt inside him, one he had to ignore because he knew he was right. You needed to learn how to do this, it was important... And he wasn't about to let anyone else teach you, wasn't about to trust anyone else with your safety.

"y/n," he said, still cupping your cheek, still holding your hand, lifting it out the water so that he could place it on his shoulder, step a little closer to you and wrap his arms around you and pull you in closer, "hush will ye," he said, his voice still warm with a lingering smile, "c'mon now lass don't start on one of them..."

"One of them what?" you frowned.

"One of them little tunnels you go down, you start diggin yourself deeper with all them worries, upsettin yourself when you don't need to..." he said resting his chin on top of your head, holding your hair in his palm as he entwined a lock between his fingers. You felt him rocking carefully. "You do it all the time lass, you're a proper wee worrier... Y'do me head in actually..." he said with a little grin, teasing you, his soft laugh lost on you as your frown lingers and you chewed your cheek.

"Sorry..." you said awkwardly, unsure whether to feel more embarrassed or more guilty because Bonnie definitely had better things to be worrying about than you worrying.

"What?" he said screwing his face up, his smile flickering away when he let you go.

"For bein a worrier..." you said with another self concious shrug, wrapping your arms around your waist, holding onto yourself as the cold began to set in and you began to feel a strange kind of sorry for yourself. "Come on just give us this lesson, gonna get cold otherwise..." you tried for the brave face.

"Yeah?" he asked, his hands lingering on your hips, his smile growing wide and bright, "it'll be fun sweetheart," he said guiding you away from the river bank, not too far but just far enough that those butterfly nerves returned to you when you glanced over your shoulder at the ground you were leaving behind.

That was when you felt cool water on your cheek, Bonnies hand bringing your gaze back to him.

"C'mon sweetpea look at me," he said his relentless lackadaisia catching up to you so that finally you let out a nervous little laugh and gave in, let him let go of your hands finally, did as he told you and lowered yourself into the water until it was splashing at your jaw and cheek. It felt so fresh, like when you washed in the shallows with your sister, but somehow better, the river holding you as you leant back slowly, hesitantly.

He had said that before he taught you to swim he had to teach you to float, but once it came to it and he was asking to out your faith in the river itself you really weren't sure you could follow that notion.

"This isn't swimming Bon..." you protested feeling your balance on the water wobble and then falter as the panic took over once again and you scraped your feet along the river bed once more. "I'm gonna.." you could feel the weight of your hair as you tried to pull yourself back out of the water, feet firmly rooted to the ground, scraping on the grit and rocks which scattered in the silt. What he was asking of you didn't make any sense and no matter how much you wanted to you couldn't...

"Trust me little dove," he said his voice so gentle and earthy in that moment that it brought you right out of your nervous haze, "I'm right here aren't I, I'm not gonna let you sink..." he sounded so much more serious now that he was concentrating, sounded so calmly in control of everything, including you, that when he said "lie back, like you're in your bed, you'll float I promise..." you felt your trust in him rekindling. Knew that he meant it when he said he'd keep you safe.

"But.. I don't feel like I'm gonna float... What if I..." you said, your voice stuttery, almost lost to the sound of the breeze rustling through the trees. You'd been away from the camp for long enough now that the sun had risen in the sky and was slowly warming the morning and the water which lapped between the two of you. Your sister would be out of bed now, they'd be making breakfast, your dad would be asking where the bloody hell you were and Bonnie's dad would be telling him that wherever you were Bonnie wouldn't be far behind.

That would be enough to put your dad at ease, mind he'd never actually admit that. You knew that Bonnie was about the only lad your father trusted with you and reminding yourself of that then, when Bonnie was stood so close to you in the water, his hands lingering near you just incase you got scared against and snatched out for him, made you blush because it only confirmed what you had felt all along.

That Bonnie was always going to be the only lad you'd ever trust, the only one you ever wanted to get this close to. The only one you'd ever even dream of getting a little closer to.

"I've got you anyway love, me hands are right underneath ye," he said, pressing his palms to your spine to show you he was there as, with your eyes tightly closed you tried to focus on lying still atop the water. "Y'need to relax a wee bit though dove, if you're too tense like that you'll sink like a..." he cut himself off quickly feeling you tense beneath his touch, realising his mistake too late to correct it, "well anyway... Thats enough floating eh we'll try somet else for awhile..."

"We've been out here ages Bon... Its fuckin freezin an I haven't had breakfast yet I'm gettin hungry..." you whined though both of you knew that it was more your fears and anxieties that were making you want to return to the vardos than it was either breakfast or the cold.

"Aye alright, maybe we'll try again tomorrow eh... Little steps for little dove," he said tugging you in close to him and wrapping his arms around you in a lazy hug, a teasing little smile on his lips when he pinched your cheek and then your nose, just trying to play with you. Doing all the little tricks he knew always made you smile and give in to him.

"Fuckin all this over a bloody kiss..." you grumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist hugging onto him with your temple to his chest, your ear pressed up against his heart, the rhythmic thrum of it beating slowly slowing your own heart to pace with his.

And thats when you felt it, something you'd never felt before, at least if you had, it had never felt quite like this before.

Bonnie had ducked his head to press his lips to your temple. A short sweet, fleeting kiss. One which could easily have been shrugged off as friendly. Especially because he didn't say or do anything to acknowledge that he had even kissed you anywhere at all. It was enough though, enough to leave your cheeks and your ears burning, your lips tingling despite the fact they hadn't been touched at all. Your heart racing and your breaths a little shallow. Your knees weak so that when he lifted you up and told you to hold on tight you were relieved. Had he not carried you, you'd never have made it to the bank alone.

#peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfiction

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scoonsalicious · 18 days

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okay, thoughts on the latest happenings hmm, first off, I love Tony and Pocket's brother-sister dynamic, it's so funny and sweet. If it were me, I would've asked for a house and a retirement fund and a bunch more but then again, she is already working for Stark Industries, so I think she's already set lmao. And obviously, we already knew Tony didn't authorize the shit Joseph just pulled, but I'm still not buying the fact that she did it alone. I mean, she could've since she's well capable, but something is still very fishy about it.

which brings me to Steveioli (I really like the nickname now, it flows off the tongue so well), hmm, okay, I don't think he's that bad now, but still keeping one eye open because I still don't trust him. Which brings me to my first theory, I feel like this short interaction between him and Pocket is going to cause something. And Juniper will be the one pulling the strings because lol the manipulative sack of shit she is. Like, she's probably good with tech too, so what if she managed to get footage of the dance, or just Steve walking Pocket to her room and then show it to Bucky? (or maybe Steve would give it himself but i digress) And I fear that's going to trigger something ESPECIALLY knowing how Jocelyn is going to spin it. And yeah technically Bucky and Pocket aren't together albeit the blurred lines with this friendship, so she doesn't really owe him anything. But, I wished she could've told Bucky about the interaction with Steve first so he knows the truth of what happened before Jennifer manages to twist it. AGAIN THEORY. But I really do have a feeling Something is going to trigger Bucky to do something rash (not cheat, but I can't pinpoint as to what yet. Maybe some harsh words being spoken or him defending Jomar again). Either way, it's going to be related to Steve because he always seems to be a sensitive topic.

Also, to add, why was my danger alert flaring when Steve handed Pocket that lemonade? Is that me being paranoid? lol but then again, we don't really know what's going on with Pocket being sick so maybe I'm just reaching. But since I have an inkling that she was given something, I'd be wary of accepting drinks from anyone. ESPECIALLY the person who's still madly in love and probably has a secret mission to break a relationship for good. But hey, maybe that's just me.

And I'm so anxious as to what's going to happen on the mission. (help as i was typing this a theory came to mind) What if Bucky gets badly hurt because Jakari sabotages it just like she did with Rhodey? But instead of Bucky being mad at her, he's still going to defend her? Say something about it wasn't her fault blah blah blah and it's going to anger Pocket especially if badly is hurt. OR OR ON THE FLIP SIDE, what if Judith intentionally hurts herself and make it look like Bucky didn't defend her or somehow makes a spin that it was his fault? THEN he'd start taking care of her, not because of anything fishy or feeling wise, but because he feels GUILTY and feels like he HAS to which, goes back to what you said about the way he followed through with his actions. Idk idk I'm probably reaching and I could be so so wrong haha sorry i'm just a theory girly

But anyways, CONGRATS ON FINISHING THE FIC. that's a great achievement you should definitely celebrate! Though I do get this would bittersweet though. But hey, don't be sad that it's over, be glad it happened. Keep doing what you're doing! you're amazing, lots of love!

— Jnon 🤍

Jnon! Hearing from you never fails to make my day! NEVER. I love you and you're perfect. I love writing Tony and Pocket. They bring me so much joy with their banter. Right now, though, Pocket's got no need for a house. I leaned on it much more in earlier drafts, but Pocket's fucking loaded. Like, she may not be a billionaire, but she aint' hurtin', lol. Obviously, Tony didn't send Joe Jonas to Russia; he hates her almost as much as Pocket does at this point, but as for whether or not she got in on her own... well, we shall have to wait and see!

As for Steveioli, it does roll off the tongue so smoothly! There are definitely repercussions concerning his encounter with Pocket at the gala, which you'll start hearing about this afternoon! I want to say so much more, but EEP! I cannot not! I will say, the lemonade, like the Thai food, was safe. No worries there. It was more like Steve trying to make a point to Pocket that he knows her so well. Pathetically. Your theories as to what could happen on the mission with Bucky and Jabba the Hut are fantastic; I wish I had come up with any one of them, but I did not. :( And finally, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I had a moment yesterday where I typed the final sentence and was just like "shit; now what do I do with my life?" I'm pleased to say, I'm ten pages in to With Friends Like These already, so I think we'll be good, lol. And while I was so happy to finally be rid of The Famous Jett Jackson (wow-- that's a throwback; I'm old), I'm nowhere near done with Pocket, I think. I love her too much, lol. As always, I love getting your responses. They make my day! J'scoons

#unwanted #jnon report

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blingblandfanfic · 5 months

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He aint heavy deleted scene

i couldn't decided whether to make chapter 22 Dio or Hermes' pov, and i eventually settled on Hermes, but here's Dio's pov if you still want to read it! Hermes' pov can be read here

Hermes sighs, rubbing his face as he looks at Dio, probably thinking about how much he regrets taking him in, he bets. He keeps his arms crossed, analyzing the wood grain as he kicks the leg of the table. It feels good to move, to take out his anxiety on something when a tongue lashing is imminent. Maybe a real lashing. He doesn’t know. He’s only known Hermes for like, a year.

“So,” Hermes says, when he feels that Dio has squirmed long enough, “you snuck out to drink, huh? I gotta be honest, I didn't expect that behavior for a few more years.”

It’s a joke, and Dio takes it, smirking as he continues to kick at the leg. There’s a cup of water on the table, and he likes seeing how it ripples.

“Last night wasn’t even the first time you snuck out, huh?” Hermes sighs.

“You’re such a heavy sleeper, dude. Like, it’s almost impressive. One time I made myself popcorn at midnight and you didn’t even stir.”

Hermes makes a face like he’s suppressing a smile, and he’s not happy about it, “have you been drinking, every time you’ve been out?”

Dio stays quiet. He just feels like shit. He wants Hermes to get to the point.

“Do you know how bad drinking is for kids?” Dio can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Oh my god, yeah, it’s bad for your development, you’re gonna become an addict when you grow up, whatever, I've heard it all before.”

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Dio!” Hermes snaps, and Dio jumps at the sudden volume, his heart stuttering, “even if you stopped now your life could be affected forever– god, not even getting into brain development, you’re wandering around the city of Athens drunk by yourself! Not even adults feel safe doing that! Do you have any idea the kind of risk you’re taking, every night, just to get drunk?”

He hunches his shoulders, his face flushing. Hermes is so overreacting, he was fine. He’d always stuck to the touristy places, he knew not to talk to strangers, he’s not a child.

He stays quiet as Hermes looks at him, not wanting to satisfy him with an answer. Not even knowing what to say.

Hermes sighs, letting his hand fall on the table, “how long have you been drinking?”

Dio shrugs.

“Since you moved in with Dad?”

He can’t help but look up at hermes in surprise, but he quickly catches himself, looking away.

Hermes smiles, but it’s sad, “it’s easy to drink with dad, isn’t it? He’s so damn careless, he just leaves out his drinks everywhere. He even asks you to bring him a drink, and he never comments on it when you grab two.”

Dio stares at Hermes with wide eyes.

Hermes lets out a huff of air that could be a laugh “yeah, I know what it’s like. I never really got into drinking. Just wasn’t my scene. I’ve seen our other siblings fall into it, though. You should’ve seen Apollo when he was a teen, oof.”

Apollo. One of his siblings. He’s still not exactly sure how many of them he has. It’s not like he’s met any other than Hermes. They don’t give a shit about him.

Still, he can’t help but desperately want to hear more about him.

“You know, Apollo and Artemis, they were also like you. Their Mom also died. Hera dumped her in the middle of nowhere when she promised to give her a ride to the hospital.”

“Oh,” Dio breathes. His stepmom never liked him that much. He’s still stunned that she would do something like that.

“Yeah. Hera swears up and down she thought that she had her phone with her, but it doesn’t even matter what the truth is, the result was the same,” Hermes sighs, “when they found out, Artemis just withdrew in herself, stayed out of the house as much as possible, but Apollo,” Hermes shrugs, “he basically did the same as you. I remember once he told me that it was because drinking was the only thing that made him feel okay. Made him able to stand Hera’s presence.”

That’s… almost like him.

“And, you know, after a while, he couldn’t not drink. He’d get sick when he couldn’t. Get all shaky, and nauseous. Sometimes he hallucinated.”

His heart pounded in his ears, matching the pounding in his head.

“... I thought there was something wrong with me,” Dio breathes. He’d thought that he was crazy, that he had some sort of undiscovered disease that could only be fixed with alcohol. That he’d be sent off to a psych ward the moment he breathed a word. “What– what happened to him?”

“He’s doing pretty good for himself, right now,” Dio lets out a slow breath, tension that he hadn’t even noticed receding almost immediately, “don’t get me wrong, it got pretty bad for him. He got into some other stuff, and he had to hit rock bottom to realize that he needed to change. He quit everything, got sober, and now he’s a doctor. Or a musician? Man, he’s changed his career so many times I can't keep track. The point is, he’s happy. I think he’s like, fifteen years sober now.”

“Wow,” Dio murmurs, “and he didn’t, like– he got better?” whenever he tried to quit, he thought he was dying. No, he didn’t think it. He knew he was. He needed to drink. How could anyone get better?

Hermes blinks, “what do you mean?”

Dio shrugs, feeling deeply uncomfortable, “... I get sick when I don't drink. Like, really, really sick. I thought I was dying,” his eyes sting with tears and Hermes leans forwards, something like concern in his expression.

“No, no, no, no, I promise, Dio, you’re not. It’s just withdrawal. Your body’s become dependent on drinking to function, so when alcohol is taken away, there’s an adjustment period. Withdrawal absolutely sucks, but you get through to the other side, okay?”

“Okay,” Dio mumbles.

Hermes sighs, “how much have you been drinking?”

“Not as much recently.”

“Before you moved in with me?”

Dio shrugs, “I would like… pretty much everything I drank was a drink of some kind.”

“Okay,” Hermes sighs, “and now?”

“Like, I dunno. It depended on what I had. At least a few every day.”

“Okay,” Hermes rubs his face, “we got some options for what to do, here. You obviously can’t keep drinking–”

Dio’s scowls.

“Dio,” Hermes sighs, “did you not listen to me talk about all the dangers?”

“Half the dangers would be cut if you gave me alcohol,” he mumbles, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m obviously not gonna do that.”

“Whatever,” Dio shrugs, “I'm gonna move back in with Dad soon, anyway, so what do you care? I’ll just start drinking again.”

“You think I'm gonna let you move back in with Dad?” Dio blinks, snapping his head to look at Hermes. There’s no sign of a joke on his face.

“what?

“Letting kids drink is child abuse. Child neglect, at the very least. They won’t let you go back, even if Dad wins the case.”

Child neglect? It’s really not that serious… right?

“… won’t I… go to foster care?” he mumbles. That’s always what he figured, if dad lost the case. Hermes wouldn’t want to deal with him full time.

“Not when you have a willing guardian, sitting right here,” Hermes smiles, but Dio’s face feels paralyzed.

“… oh,” for so long, he’d been working on the assumption that he wouldn’t be staying here. That it was all temporary, as everything has been since Mom died. It’s trippy as hell to suddenly have to consider like, staying here. Permanently. There’s no way.

“Yeah. And since letting you drink isn’t an option, we need to figure out the best way to help you stop.”

If he stays here, he’ll have to stop drinking, and the thought is so horrible he can’t help the way his face crumples,“why? Why do I have to stop?”

“Dio–”

“It’s the only thing that makes me feel better! I can’t– I can't breathe when I don't drink, I can't do anything because I just feel so– empty. Drinking makes it go away, Hermes, I need to drink.”

“That’s grief, bud,” Hermes sighs, “it’s the– worst feeling in the world. It’s so tempting to just take something to make it go away, huh?”

Dio nods frantically, wiping away tears.

“That doesn’t work, though. Drinking to avoid feeling it is, like,” he waves his hand, “like ignoring a wound. It feels like it’s helping, it’s nice to pretend that it isn’t there, but it is, and it’s not gonna get any better, not until you deal with it.”

Dio’s tears are now coming so fast that wiping them away is futile, “but I don't know how.”

“I can help you, Dio, there’s people who can help. You have to do all the heavy lifting yourself, but there’s people who can give you the tools. Give it time, and work, and sometime in the future, it’ll start feeling like you can breathe again. But the first step is to stop drinking.”

He can’t stop himself, and he covers his face as he lets out a little sob. He wants a hug, but he doesn’t want hermes. He wants his mom. He wants to go back to before all this. Before he started drinking. Before any of this ever happened.

Hermes stays where he is, and eventually, Dio manages to get himself under control. He has to spend a good minute breathing, before he can finally bring himself to ask, “what are the options?”

Hermes lets out a big, almost relieved sigh, “the first one is, you can go to rehab– it’s not like how it is in the media!” Hermes hastily says at Dio’s expression, “Apollo went, he can tell you what it’s like, if you want? You’d be there for about a month, but they can give you great tools to help you deal with your grief, and they can help you through the withdrawals. There’ll be lots of people there in the same position as you who understand what it’s like as well.”

He… kind of likes the idea of meeting Apollo, but he’ll probably hate him, so maybe not. He doesn’t like the idea of another change. Staying in another place, with people he doesn’t know. What if at the end, Hermes just doesn’t pick him up? What would they do with him then?

Dio crosses his arms, “what’s the other option?”

Hermes sighs, “I guess… the other option is that you try to stop by yourself. Quitting instantly is dangerous, so we’d have to wean you off onto lighter drinks to make the withdrawal less intense. I’ll find you a therapist as well, and they can help you with it.”

Dio nods, “I like that one a lot more.” he’d get to stay here, at least.

Hermes frowns, “the downsides are that you have a lot more opportunity to relapse–” Dio blinks at the strange word, “slip back into drinking. You know how to sneak out, you know that I'm a heavy sleeper. It’ll be way too easy for you. There won’t be anyone else who gets it, either. You’ll just have me, a therapist, and maybe Apollo, if he’s up for it.”

“I want to do that one,” Dio insists, and Hermes sighs.

“Okay. but– Dio, you only get a certain amount of chances, okay? If you relapse too many times, then that means it’s not working, and that we need to try rehab, okay?”

“Okay,” Dio mumbles. Would he be able to keep himself from relapsing? Already, all he wants is another drink, so he doesn’t feel hungover anymore. How will he feel in a few days?

“Okay,” Hermes sighs, “I love you, kid.”

Dio blinks, “you haven’t even known me for more than a year.”

“And I still love you. Crazy how that works, huh?”

Dio looks down at his lap, his face feeling hot. Hermes is lying, obviously, you can’t love someone that fast, but–

It’s still really nice to hear it.

“You don’t need to say it back, or anything. Just know that I got your back, no matter what, okay? I’m gonna help you with this.”

“Okay,” Dio sighs, “I'm really tired.”

“Yeah,” Hermes huffs, “you’re probably overdue a nap, huh? C’mon, let's see if they’re done talking.”

Right, Hypnos is going through his own talk with his older brother. He hopes he’s okay. He wordlessly follows him out of the room, almost wanting to loop his arm through Hermes’ arm, just like how he did with mom.

He doesn’t. He’s too tired for any of that.

#long fic #hades game #dionysus #hermes #deleted scene

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tonkatsubowl · 7 months

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false love. vi

jing yuan x fem!reader

nsfw themes (cursing and stuff i think. mentions of domestic abuse and self harm. mentions of suicide. no, jing yuan aint hurting u bb girl). read at your own risk.

english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ arranged marriage. the reader and jing yuan have an arranged marriage and she is stuck, disliking every moment of it, until…

TERM DIRECTORY

◖y/n: your name

◖e/c: eye color

◖h/c: hair color

◖l/n: last name

part one. ꕤ part two. ꕤ part three. ꕤ part four. ꕤ part five. ꕤ part seven.

ꕤ requested tag: @20forty9

in terms of time, it had been months since you were officially married...almost a year had passed, and almost weeks had occurred since your attempted kidnapping.

but the truth was still hidden from you.

however, unbeknownst to you, your father had been arrested a long time ago, but the knowledge that you had in regards to this? nothing.

it was getting colder, and the season of autumn had already greeted you with a loving embrace. summer was already hot enough as it was, so you were enjoying the autumn breeze that welcomed you with lovingness.

you sat outside, leaning against mimi and watched the view of the sunset of xianzhou luofu as you held a warm cup of jasmine tea in both of your hands. mimi's warmth combined with the coziness of the tea brought you joy, especially in your life as this very moment. it took time, but you came to realize what peace truly meant, and what happiness was.

but you still weren't healed.

you still flinched when someone rose their hand, when someone barely raises their voice at you, but that didn't stop you from realizing your potential future to great joy.

...and it didn't stop you from actually falling for jing yuan. you came to realize how much...you loved him, and how much you were grateful that his marriage had occurred. but you didn't have the heart to tell jing yuan 'i love you', yet.

after all, you believed that he didn't love you, and only married you for business related things.

"y/n."

you hear jing yuan's voice call out to you from a random direction, your heart beginning to flutter as your gaze casted towards the general. your eyes lit up, practically sparkling from joy. you wanted to go and embrace him, but mimi was already possessive of you. she lifted her paw, laying it over your chest as she yawned, giving jing yuan a rather concerning look...

jing yuan chuckled as he approached you and his beloved fluffy comrade, reaching out to rub mimi on the head. "there you are, y/n. i was looking all over for you." he said in a quiet voice, sitting down next to you.

there was a warm smile across your face, watching as jing yuan approached the two of you. "jing yuan...hello."

there was his gentle smile, but his eyes softened. "...there's something i want to tell you."

you blink, innocently peering over to him, your head tilted to the side. you were silent, allowing him to speak...

...but the man stared at you for a brief moment before chuckling, shaking his head. "...actually, never mind. it's getting late. shall i bring you to your room?"

...right. although the two of you were married for a long time, the two of you haven't slept in the same bed at all due to your discomfort of sharing a bed with someone you barely knew. but this time, from the time you spent here, you began to realize how much you can trust jing yuan. he had saved you, fed you, gave you a home with a roof over your head, and he has protected you. you can definitely trust him. your heart didn't tell you otherwise.

"...a-actually," you looked down, pink dusting your cheek as you placed your cup of tea on the small low-table nearby. you felt mimi huff, as though she predicted what you were going to say, "...may...may i sleep next to you tonight? i..." your hands came together, timidly avoiding eye contact with your husband, "...i, uh. i just...feel safer with you, that way. i-i mean, look. if it isn't a big issue...actually, uh, let me rephrase that. n-never mind what i said, i don't want to bother y⸻"

"⸻yes." jing yuan stops you, his smile widening.

you flare up, your eyes casting back towards the male as you fell silent. you wanted to pass out right then and there, but you were joyous to his response to your question.

"why would i not allow you?" jing yuan tilted his head as he extended a hand towards you, "you are my wife, are you not? you have a rightful place by my side."

you were silent for a moment before you took his hand, raising yourself up. you hear mimi grumble, laying her chin upon her paws as she went back to her nap.

"..r..right." you murmur. "it's..it's getting late. the sun is already gone and the moon is up..."

jing yuan nodded. "yes, y/n. let us depart."

when you enter jing yuan's room, it was like seeing the most wealthiest master bedroom you ever laid your eyes upon. everything was neat and clean, it was all completely organized...but some of his furniture seemed untouched. his bookshelf nearby seemed rather dusted, but the only thing that seemed truly active was the table that resided within the room. upon it were maps, little figurines to indicate enemies...it was a place to discuss your strategics, but it seems like he did this alone before conducting his plan with his allies.

you wander around as your house servants enter with the clothes you wore, placing them in a separate area in jing yuan's....well, your room now. you gently sat upon the bed that seemed bigger than a king size mattress, and you felt your rear sink into the soft cushion of the bed. you lay back, your eyes peeled towards the ceiling as you admired everything in silence.

the memory foam of the bed was enough to try to make you fall asleep here and then, but you didn't. jing yuan was here, and the moment the house servants left, you sat up.

"your room is...beautiful." you say, admiring everything, still.

"ahaha. is it?" he questioned in the background.

"yes!"

you could hear the shuffling of his armor and his clothing being moved around, and your eyes curiously peeked over...only to see him don himself in a more comfortable clothing. a silk robe, and only his chest was visible.

you were respectfully looking at his chest, but you immediately looked away when he saw you staring at him for a moment. you were red, and he enjoyed witnessing your naivete. so, he chuckled moving alongside next to you, getting ready for bed on his end.

"well, goodnight, y/n." jing yuan said as he moved under his comforter, turning his back to you as he began to sleep. you nodded slowly, responding with a quiet, "g-goodnight, jing yuan," before doing the same.

both of your backs were turned, facing each other. you tried to close your eyes...but you were too nervous...and too, well, awake? the tea had certainly caused you to feel some sort of exhaustion as well as cuddling with mimi. but you definitely were awake this time, for whatever reason. your heart was racing, and it was most likely because you were sharing the bed of a general...now.

well, this was your life from now on, and you were realizing it.

a few moments later, you turn your head, and jing yuan hadn't turned at all. you assumed he had fallen asleep, given he was silent for about thirty minutes straight... ...but you looked at his back, and admired those broad shoulders of his. the silk robe he wore exposed a bit of his neck, and due to gravity's gift, you could see a bit of his back too. you could see the scars, and you knew each one told a story.

"...jing yuan?" you whispered.

no response. the man was asleep.

you shuffle closer, taking a closer look at his back... your hands reach out to him slowly, the pad of your thumb tracing across the scar. it was soft and almost rigid, as though it were recently fresh. there was a worried look upon your face as you shuffle even closer...

"...you've...been through a lot, haven't you?" you whisper. "...i'm sorry. now i feel terrible."

slowly, you shuffle even closer to the general, moving your arms towards his waist. you embrace him from behind, your face buried into his back.

...

that was when you felt his arms curl around you, pulling you close to his chest. you blink, suddenly finding yourself against the man's figure as you were pulled closer to him. he held you close, and you were caught red handed.

"ah⸻"

jing yuan buried his nose into your hair, silent for a moment. "why do you feel terrible?"

he asked in a low voice, stroking your back.

you fell silent again, inhaling his scent and embracing the softness of his exposed chest, "...because i'm probably...a lot for you to handle. you've been through so much, i bet, and now you have to deal with me."

you hear jing yuan chuckle softly to himself, stroking your hair now, "goodness. your anxiety is troubling isn't it?"

you blink, looking up.

his golden eyes are softly illuminate within the darkness that the two of you were sharing, but you couldn't look away.

"...i..." you were at loss for words. the man who held you at this very moment was...beautiful. too beautiful.

"..." jing yuan was silent, mirroring your actions. he had looked at you, admiring the beauty that laid before him. he almost felt bad for you, as you were forced into this marriage and took you forever to practically trust him. you had thought you felt awful? goodness, no, jing yuan was the one with anxiety here. but he was awfully good at hiding it.

the two of you were silent for a bit.

"...jing yuan..." you murmur. you raise your head, your eyes fixated to his lips.

jing yuan lowered his head, inclining his finger under your chin, lifting your gaze.

your lips were slowly met with his⸻and you immediately adored the softness of his brims that brushed against yours. when the two of you retracted your heads away, jing yuan sputtered, showing a rare side of embarrassment.

"...i-i. ahem. i apologize. i shouldn't have done that without your permission⸻"

you silence him with another, reeling him towards you as you tugged on his silk robe, pulling him in for another kiss. this time, it was fiery, passionate. hungry. you breathe heavily, feeling his hands run towards your waist, pulling you in closer.

you retract your head for air, red to the face. "j-jing yuan, um... i'm sorry. i... this is my first time doing this. k-kissing and all." you murmur.

jing yuan shook his head. kindness shown in his eyes, keeping you close to his chest.

"i won't rush into anything without your permission." he reassured you. "as long as you are comfortable. then i am happy."

you breathed, tugging at a piece of your clothing.

jing yuan blinked, noticing the gesture. he was more experienced, and...seeing that you were a virgin, he had to be extra gentle with you.

"...if you are sure, y/n. i am not opposed to it, but," he whispered, beginning to slip your robe down your shoulders as he now laid on top of you, looking down upon you.

"...please tell me if it starts to hurt you."

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail jing yuan

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ask-carmenpondiego · 7 days

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Chapter 23: Not the Sharpest Lightbulb in the Crayon Drawer

The next morning, Molli stood on the doorstep and adjusted her outfit, trying to look presentable. She changed her body color to be her more natural color of such a deep red, it almost looks black. She wore a blue jumpsuit with a gold belt with a rose buckle. She hesitated a moment and knocked on the door. A few moments went by and the door was opened, revealing a surprised Waldo. The two stared at each other for a moment, “Holy moley! Molli! I haven’t seen you in forever! Does M know you’re here? Lemmie get him for you..” she tried shushing him frantically as he called out for his brother. Both M and Carmen came to the door, wondering what the commotion was, and one look from M had him rolling his eyes, “What the fuck are you still doing here?” Molli straightened up and smiled nervously, “Well, I was just about to tell your brother here about me thinking of joining… here. As a henchman-woman.. person.” Wally raised an eyebrow, “You were?” M crossed his arms, “Bullshit. You still have that hit on Red.” Carmen looked at M a bit surprised, “She what?” Molli waved her hands defensively, “No no I swear! I cancelled that contract. After I got free from that spear, I came over and saw how happy everyone, like Skaedfryd, was to be here! I mean, if people are happy, the boss must be doing something right.. right? Oh.. and I wanted to give this back too. Its still so cold, its weird..” she handed the spear back to M and put her hands behind herself, twisting anxiously. “I wanted to have a fresh start, I promise to try not to be a pest or a weed to you. I want to help out.” M snatched the spear and leaned on it like a wizard staff. “I will say it again. I do not fucking like you and I want you to get off this fucking island.”

Carmen puts her hand on his arm, making Molli’s eye twitch for a brief moment, “I personally think we should give her a chance. I mean, if we don’t help her out somehow, she could go back to doing worse things than we do. First sign of broken trust, I’ll let you send her off. How’s that?” M narrowed his eyes at his ex, putting the spear tip to her throat, “One whiff of deception from you and I will make sure you never find every single piece of your body to stitch back together..” Molli gulps and gingerly pushes the spear away from her neck, “Good to know, lover boy. So when can I start?” Carmen shows her inside, and has her follow her to her office. M gripped the unicorn’s arm and whispered, “Keep yer door open. I don’t want you alone with her. I don’t fully trust her yet.” She smiled and patted his hand, “You worry too much. I’m sure it will be fine.” M growled as the two girls went up to her office, the door stayed open much to M’s relief. Wally scratched his head, “Did I miss something?” M shadowed the spear back to Lekir’s room and he shoved a cigarette into his maw. “Red’s bleeding heart is gonna land her in more trouble than she can handle.. she’s already dealing with different body parts and powers up her ass, I don’t think she realizes she still fucking vulnerable. It aint like those superhero movies where they automatically good at things. Example, she took weeks to learn to walk again without aid. These powers?? She’s NEVER had magic. Her horn is.. is as good as shattered. You knew that, but it got worse when you were gone. Its completely dead in the water.” Wally rubbed his neck as M paused to take a drag. “We tried to do simple shapeshifting the only way I know how. She could barely muster the focus to grow a single hair on that piece of metal. She couldnt even change the color. She needs training and actual progress before she’s as invincible as she feels. And with Molli showing up last night and tellin me she has a hit on Red? Then joins us the next day? It don’t taste right.” Wally sighs, “Maybe she’s being truthful though. You may not see or even want to admit it but I can see you are happy here. Maybe she wants that. And who knows, maybe you can get together again. Don’t let the past breakup ruin the future bonds. Its an open opportunity to move on and possibly gain a new friend if anything.” M strode off, grumbling.

He passed Lekir who had watched from the other room, but didn’t get to hear much. “So, who was that, Bugboy? And why does she look familiar?” M groans and rubs his face, “She’s…. My ex. I stabbed her last night with your spear.” Lekir nodded, “So thats why it was returned with dirt and blood on it.. so if you stabbed her, why did you welcome her in?” M turned and snapped, “I wasn’t the one to welcome her. Yer fuckin wife and her fuckin bleedin heart did. And I stabbed her because she is a crazy dumb bitch who is horny for me seven ways to tuesday.. last night she said she was assigned a hit on Red but then this morning said she had a change of heart and canceled it to become better like me.” She gave a concerned look at him and at the ceiling where Carmen and Molli were in a meeting. Lekir sighs, rubbing her temples before looking back at M. “She's gonna turn on us one day you know that right? She's just waiting for the right moment. And if she is anything like you powerwise, Carmen can't win with her current state, neither can I because you can overtake me. You need to tell me and the others exactly what you know about her in its entirety. Leave nothing out.”

M rolled his eye with a groan, “Fine.. when Red gets out of her meeting I’ll call the rest of the group and give a full situation report briefing without my ex present.” Lekir nodded, “I definitely think a sit-rep is very much needed. Especially that threat of a hit. Why did she tell you about the hit? Didn’t she know you were security here? Or did she not read her own report?” M snickered, “Thats the thing, she does things half assed, probably only saw the target and location and when I saw her last night, she thought I had the same job and spilled the beans before I told her what I am here. She really isn’t too bright. She’s durable, like me. Hard to fully kill, but her powers are plant based and not very expertly controlled. Her emotions get in the way and her attacks are weak. She does excel in the knowledge of poisons and many of her thorns are laced with a decent cocktail. But she has never been known to finish a job.” Lekir raised an eyebrow, “And her job is to kill the world’s second biggest pacifist next to her himbo husband..”

Carmen came down from her office after supposedly showing Molli her room. “Hey Lekir. M, mind if you gather the other agents, other than Molli to the war room, I need to give a bit of a sit-rep briefing for everyone asap.” Lekir and M looked at eachother with a slight air of relief. Lekir turns to Carmen, “Please tell me we didnt just adopt a stray cobra..” Her wife chuckled, “More like a cartoon coyote. She’s still in my office, asleep.”

Lekir tilted her head, “What do you mean asleep?” The mare smirked, “I left my coffee on the desk unattended as a test. I had my back turned while at my file cabinet, you know, beside the mirror? I saw her put something in my coffee, and stir it with my spoon I had near it. She then licked the spoon. And now she is face-planted at my desk.” Lekir furrowed her brow with concern, “Is she a complete moron?!”

M lit his cigarette, “Its like I’ve been trying to tell you two. She COULD be formidable if she wasnt a dumb bitch.” Carmen smirks, “I think we should stick to my plan of treating her with kindness, though heavily restrict her from the more advanced things like heists and access to 079 fully. I’ll tell more at the briefing.” Carmen headed off to the war room when Lekir suddenly pinned M to the wall, holding an ice blade to his face, “You better handle this because if she ever succeeds in even hurting Carmen, I will make you pay! I spent 6000 years regretting not being able to save my husband from death. Make sure this is plenty preventable.. and prevent it before I prevent you from ever finding your head. Got it?!” M growled and shoved her back, straightening out his leather jacket, “You say this like I wasn’t going to already! News flash! You ain’t the only one who would go absolutely apeshit ballistic if Red were hurt! Now back the fuck off so I can do my fucking job!” M snorted as Lekir stormed off, brushing past Carmen who had a concerned look.

M flicked his cigarette angrily and checked in on Molli, who was still face-planted and out cold with slight foam to the mouth. He still felt her neck and wrist, disappointed at feeling a pulse but glad he didnt have to dispose of a body. He was about to reach for the coffee to pour it down the drain and his eyes caught on some of the paperwork they were working on for her hiring. Looking closer he noticed her signature, “Mali Negatta” and hmmed. He’ll need to ask when she had changed her name. She groaned a bit trying to lift her head. He remembered nights she used to get drunk off some of her lighter concoctions because alcohol didnt touch them as far as drunkenness. He sighed and shadowed a handkerchief to help clean her face from the drool and foam. He pulled her back and her head somewhat rolled on her shoulders, she slow blinks her eyes open as he gently cleans her face. “Hey you.. we should totally bang on the deshk here.. office sexssis soooo sexy..” she slurred. He paused silently and took the coffee cup, “Here, have some coffee, sober up..” he knew full well what she did, and wanted to know if she even remembered. Which she did not and eagerly took the cup and downed the whole thing. After a moment, she hiccuped and face-planted on the desk again. “Oooh I smell a new fuckin betting pool with this one.” He chuckled, patting her back and leaving her there to set up the meeting. “Fuckin lightweight.”

The meeting was very detailed, strategies were put into place and betting pools were cast, a bingo sheet for the kinds of attempts, and how she would fail, and how long until she either quits trying to kill or quits VILE itself. It was a mix of extreme seriousness and mockery. They knew the severity of the situation if she should actually succeed. But given her track record already, that severity was guarded by cautious ridicule and vice versa. And thats how it went from then on, although many heists were placed on hold while they tried figuring out a new cure for Wally’s condition.

Carmen searched all her books on afflictions and curses, minerals and crystals, and even diseases and illnesses. She felt she barely had anything on the subject and the internet didn’t come up with much either. She shut the large book she was looking in and sighed, taking off her purple glasses to rub her eyes. “Alright..” she said to herself, “Looks like I’ll need to take a trip to Canterlot.. they may have the book I need in the royal library. Might get a new hat too while I’m there..” She was sad when her hat had fell into the acid during the whole stone pillar incident but it was better than losing her life. She headed to the mech lab where M had been hooking up some new device to the chronoskimmer. She didn’t see him around and checked in with 079. “I haven’t seen the rude one today, he’s probably being harassed by that stray twig you brought in.” Carmen tsked, “You shouldn’t say things like that! Yeah she’s pretty thin but you dont know if its her metabolism or an eating disorder! I’m working on helping her gain a bit of meat either way. But I’m not judging her. Now can this thing still take me to current day Canterlot?” The ai sighed as if asked a huge burden, “Does Canterlot exist?” Carmen raised an eyebrow, “Yes.. thats a silly question.” The ai just looked at her, “Exactly my point. Just set the dials and be on your way..” Carmen wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes, “Just tell M that I’m popping out for a book. And I’ll be right back.” She set the dials to open a doorway to right inside the castle, by the stained glass windows. She’ll be able to get to the library with ease from there providing no guards had seen her. She stepped through and closed the doorway back, knowing that she’ll be able to dial it back if she needed on her phone. She looked around and stood back, admiring the stained glass craftponyship of the multiple pieces. “I need to come back for one of these eventually. I always forget how beautiful they are in person.” She mused quietly to herself.

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