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barbieaiden · 7 months

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1. [A month ago]

2. Jordan: Hey, Sam. How are you holding up?

3. Jordan: ...I brought you coffee.

Sam: Thank you.

4. Jordan: Do you want to go home for the night? Sleep in your own bed? I could drive you home, pick you up on my way to work tomorrow.

Sam: I think I'll stay here.

Jordan: Alright.

5. Sam: I keep thinking... [Sigh] It's so stupid.

Jordan: Go on.

Sam: I keep thinking I should call Aiden. So he can help. But obviously I can't, because... I just... I don't know what to do. Nothing feels real. It's been two days and it feels like ten years.

6. Jordan: The waiting is the worst part. I waited for my mom's death for months. You can't cope when you don't know what you're coping with.

Sam: Months?

Jordan: She wasn't in a coma, just terminally ill. For all we know Aiden might wake up tomorrow.

Sam: Or die.

7. Jordan: As much as I wish I could I can't tell you that he's going to be fine. And I can't replace him, obviously, but I am here if you need anything.

8. Sam: Thank you.

10. Aiden: Jordan, you can't tell me you spent a whole day with a man you're not interested in. That is not friends with benefits, that's practically married.

11. Kell: I'd tell you and Zach to get a room but you already have, like, a million fucking times.

Jordan: What I'm getting from this conversation is that neither of you have ever had any friends.

Aiden: It's true. The only man I've ever spent time with is Sam.

12. Jordan: Even if I wanted to I don't have time for a relationship.

Kell: Dude, you are literally already spending, like, all your free time with him.

Aiden: If you and Zach get engaged we can have a double wedding!

Lucas: You should become a tattoo artist instead, Jordan. No 55 hour shifts and you still get to stab people with needles.

Jordan: I happen to like my job.

Lucas: You complain about it every single time I see you.

Jordan: I find your obsession with needles slightly disturbing.

Lucas: I guess I like the artistic part too.

Aiden: That's why I let Michael do all my piercings.

Lucas: I'm such...

15. Aiden: Sam?

16. Aiden: Are you okay?

Sam: Mhm.

Aiden: Are you sure?

Sam: Just... tired.

Aiden: We can go home if you want to.

Sam: It's fine.

Aiden: I wouldn't mind.

Sam: Really, Aiden, it's fine.

18. Kell: You two are literally worse than that one high school couple making out in the corridors.

19. Aiden: You can't say that, that's so homophobic.

Kell: Your dad didn't think I was very homophobic.

Aiden: [Exaggerated gasp] Kell!

Kell: Too far?

Aiden: No, Kell, by all means, if you want to go over to Nettlefield right now and have sex with my actually homophobic father, go right ahead.

Kell: Dude. I'm sorry, okay?

20. Kell: Find something to eat with me? Please?

Aiden: Sure.

Kell: Sam, don't look at me like that, we're not going to smoke weed.

Sam: That was not my issue with this conversation and you saying that unprompted makes me think you are going to smoke weed.

Aiden: I've never even seen weed. Drugs are bad, or whatever. And so illegal.

Kell: Exactly. We're law-abiding citizens.

21. Aiden: Seriously. No weed. Promise.

Sam: Okay.

22. Aiden: Are you sure you're okay?

Sam: Yes, Aiden.

Aiden: Just... tell me if you want to go home. Okay?

Sam: I will.

#i really hope you can tell what is and isn't flashback #if you can't let me know and i'll try to make it clearer next time #shoutout to jordan. the only character #ts4 story #hospital tw #drugs tw #lost #lost: aiden #lost: sam #lost: kell #lost: lucas #lost: michael #lost: jordan

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johns-prince · 5 months

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I Don't Know (Oh Johnny Johnny)

After listening to this "forgotten" song by John and Paul on repeat, with excruciating scrutiny of trying my darndest to make out the lyrics.

This song is approximately recorded around 1960, could have even been 1959, and I've read it was apparently recorded when the group was going by the Silver Beatles. Also, apparently recorded at Paul's house? I'm not sure.

Whether you think it's just them fooling about, simple improvising and nothing at all, I think if they were going to take the effort to record it, it had to mean something.

Even if some or half of it is "improv," it still sounds like a conversation between the two.

It's not unlike them to use music to communicate and express personal thoughts and feelings, wants. There's also nobody else there... it's just them.

Just a couple of the clearer lyrics from Paul at the start:

"Hey now Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, Oh God, Johnny boy, how are we gonna tell them?"

"Oh Johnny boy you wore me out"

It also sounds in one line Paul is singing, "Well you got me!"

Then John starts up.

And I know some people claim the start for John here is him saying "Well little boy" but I have to say that doesn't match up with what I've heard.

Doesn't sound anything like boy, but it does sound like John is saying, "Oh little darling, packing my shoes.. " can't make the following bit before, "cuz I'm losin' you"

"I'm going to see my sister soon. She don't want to see me I don't know really what I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do."

Now you've got Paul again:

"Well Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, when I call you Johnny, well Johnny Johnny oh Johnny, when I'm calling you..."

"Well I don't know what I'm going to tell them..." okay, these lyrics are really difficult to decipher. Maybe it's just my brains attempt at conjuring coherent words from the incoherent sounds, but, what follows this sounds ALMOST sounds as if Paul is telling him what he'll tell the fellas, about thoughts regarding John (I've still got thoughts of you/I'll still have thoughts of you/or, I'll still vouch for you)

Then the closest thing to ever getting to hear what Paul McCartney sounds like when pleading:

"Please Johnny, please Johnny"

John's response is:

"Well I'll tell the fellas I'm traveling with you"

And funnily enough, it's John saying, "I don't know what I'm gonna to do when I tell my mother we're gonna leave town." Of course if this is recorded in 1958/1960, Julia is no longer around...

Paul reiterates this though, confirming it, "Yeah we're gonna leave town."

Paul continues with this dogged line, I can catch a couple of "we gotta leave, we just gotta leave, we gotta leave right now."

Then—

"Take the next bus out of town, then we won't let nobody down!"

It's a conversation about getting out, breaking out, starting over just the two of them... With some interesting mentions of family and friends finding out, about something, with them, between them? And disappointing everyone, causes family to turn them away.

The reason couldn't have just been that they were wanting to become famous musicians together, right? I don't think that alone could be it considering Mimi nor Jim, or Julia or John's sisters, ever turned them away or shunned them because of this dream they were already chasing by this time.

The song progresses to where it sounds as if John has reservations about leaving, he's not as confident about the plan as originally thought.

Paul keeps singing the "we gotta leave, get outta town." I caught a "don't hold me down."

John starts repeating "I don't know" which results in Paul repeatedly calling out, "Oh Johnny Johnny Johnny oh Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny..." Again, it's almost like pleading, "How could you not know? We have to go, we have to leave town, you can't tell me “I don't know” now. Don't do this now."

Now, I will say this, the full lyrical interpretations of this song, while I commend others for trying too, hold too many issues for me to agree upon their validity. I don't catch any "I love yous" and the such, but I think what I have caught, and how John and Paul are singing to each other and with each other here, alone, as teenage boys chasing their dream, is enough to convince me still that this song is so intimately about them, their relationship, and what they dreamed of doing together.

Running off, getting out and creating music together. Running away together. The song technically foreshadowing this honeymoon-esque trip of John and Paul doing just that when John turned 21, and with 100 quid took Paul on a trip.

Two teenage boys not knowing what to do, lamenting over something, something getting out to their family that would cause them to be turned away and to cause disappointment. I don't necessarily attribute that to them chasing the dream of becoming famous musicians together, but it could be. It could be many different things. Could just be me overanalyzing...

The end of the song is a lot more scrambled, difficult to make out, but it sounds like both John and Paul are back to both agreeing to the fact they need to get out, leave town, together.

Also imagining the fact they probably looked something close to this while thumping around and singing this song in Paul's house, alone together, gives me feelings.

#mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney

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delugguk · 2 years

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'next thing you know, you're holding hands with him and end up getting married!'

pair: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, stablished relationship, drabble.

word count: 641

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Ridiculous.

"I only have eyes for you," You pant out of breath staring at his face. Seating on his lap, bouncing hard on his dick.

"can't you see?" With a gasp, you grip onto his shoulders closer to your body. Jungkook's juicy thighs are all spread on the bed and he's not even touching you. Hands on each side, he's slighly pouty and there's a clearly hostile glare that's mixed with pleasure. He's trying not to react at how well your pussy swallows him but the more you bounce and kiss on his sweaty neck, the harder it gets.

Muscles flex.

You take his head closer to your chest and bury his face between your breasts, swinging your hips back and forth on him, "look at me baby." And Jungkook does obey.

his hooded, doe glistening eyes stare at you from belowㅡchin touching your skin. he's still sulking but his eyes gaze at you as if he was asking for more. Perhaps him wanting you to show him the real deal, to show him how solid your words truely are. To prove him that you'll forever look at him and him only and that you'll never leave him for another man. ㅡ while Jungkook was very confident of himself and your relationship, he still had his little jealousy times.. yeah, he was the jealous type but that didn't bother you as you liked that of him. It makes you feel safe and protected as he wasn't the toxic jealous type of boyfriend either. Just the right amount but he could still get possessive sometimes.

when looking up at you, he seemed pretty needy and cute. You wanted to plaster a bunch of kisses all over his face.

"did you heard me?" you ask him softly in contrast of how deep your thrusts were. He let's out a pleased hum confirming your answer but you needed to hear a clearer response from his pretty pink lips.

"Answer me," giving a peck to his forehead, the tone of your voice is rather much tender. You swear you get to catch his eyes twinkle for a second before he buries down his face back to your chest, placing a quick kiss.

he hiss, "I heard you," this time touching your body. Hands all over your waist, he guides your body waves deeper on him and there's a line of your arousal that connects to his pelvis everytime you move out of him. The both of you catching that little detail made the whole room suddenly feel like the hottest and that makes him fix his eyes back at you.

"I just want you all for myself," he almost mumbles, voice deep.

Clinched arms wrapping around your body, he presses you tigher agaisnt him. "You should be only mine." His strong hug making you stock-still but soon enough you notice that's his plan all along because of the way his hips start marking a rather fast speed.

"babe-" you can't help but arch your back.

fuck.

he feels so good right now and his hot breath hitting your sweaty skin isn't helping.

"Hm?" He pauses. "So you just go and help everyone?" Dick shoving a fast dagger into your heart, his breathing cuts in between each move.

You're a moaning, whimpering mess.

Spank!

"Fuck. Pussy so good and you can't even talk to me." he groans. "how dare you answer like that when you have me?"

Spank!

"ffuck I'm going crazy. I'll never do that to you."

Spank!

"Only I can fuck you like this;"

Spank!

"Only I can see you like this,"

Spank!

"...touch you like this,"

Spank!

"And treat you like this."

"eumngㅡfuck! yeah baby.." you yelp back, very much lost in pleasure.

"Only me and no one else, understood?"

"yes baby only you.. eughㅡfucking me so goodㅡfucking good!" You sob, eyes watery.

Being so horny, he kept on thrusting hard into you, "fucking great.."

Indeed, he was very hot when he was jealous.

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the-kr8tor · 3 months

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OKAY I JUST WANNA SAY IM NOW BIBLICALLY OBSESSED W COWBOY HOBIE

AND NOW I NEED COWBOY HOBIE DOING THE HAT RULE WITH THE READER THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGTH

This prompt got me giggling and kicking my legs 😍😍😍 thank you, ly ❤️

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Cowboy AU, Western AU, CW drinking, CW suggestive, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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Watching you attempt to square dance is like watching a chicken run without its head.

Hobie watches you with a smile hidden behind his glass, amber liquid sloshing inside. It's his first glass of the night and he's sure he won't be needing another one when he's already drunk off of you. On any day he would've finished the entire drink in less than a minute or two, but his eyes and lips have been occupied with watching and smiling at your plucky dancing.

The bar is incredibly crowded, smoke from cigars invading his nostrils, music blaring in his ears. And the dance floor is completely full but that doesn't stop you from twirling all over the polished wooden floors; giggling and smiling at your friend who's trying her best to keep you from smacking someone on the face with your wild limbs. Hobie blames all the sugar from the sweet tea you've been consuming.

He places his glass next to your guarded ones, his palm never left the rim of it, determined to keep you safe. Chuckling, you make your way back to him, sweat covering your forehead, breathing heavily from all the dancing. Despite all these, the giddy smile on your lips never left.

“I'm back!” You stop in front of him, all smiles and skin warm. The yellow overhead lights make your eyes sparkle, like a man dying of thirst, he can't help but drink all of you.

“I can see that.” Hobie casually pulls you in by your jean belt loops, knees knocking on his own. “Had fun?” he looks at you through his lashes, eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Mm-hmm!” You nod fervently, he stops your movements with his hand on your jaw before you make yourself dizzy. Your cheeks are incredibly warm. “Thank you for bringing me here, neighbor.”

He chuckles deeply, eyes never leaving yours. “Shit, we're still on those terms after everythin’ we've been through? Do I have to make myself clearer or does velvet need to push us together again?”

“Making the horse do all the work again.” You click your tongue without malice. He has no idea how but he grins wider. Holding to the lapels of his old leather jacket, you lean closer to his touch.

“Dance with me? Please?” You blink your pretty eyes for emphasis.

Hobie cranes his neck closer to your face, breath fanning across your lips. You close your eyes, waiting for the sweetest thing to graze your lips.

“Nah.”

You open your eyes to a smirking Hobie, he takes a sip of his drink, teasing eyes staring at your flustered face.

You scoff, blinking rapidly. “The nerve.”

“I told you I don't dance.”

“Is that so?” With a burst of confidence and adrenaline still coursing through you, your hand flies quickly to his hat, taking it off from his head to place it on your own. “Look at me I'm Hobie Brown and I don't dance. See? That's you. Ridiculous, I know you can dance.”

Hobie closes his eyes for a second before downing his entire drink in one gulp. With an exhale, he squeezes your hips. “You'll be the death of me, love.” he flicks the brim of his hat to see your eyes better. “You have no idea what you've done do you?”

You smile sweetly, leaning closer, taunting him. “What if I do know? What are you gonna do, cowboy?”

For the first time since you've known Hobie, he stutters. “H-home, I'll go home” he clears his throat, composure coming back to his senses. “Maybe you'll join me. Only if you want to.”

“After everything we've been through,” You copy his own words. “do you think I'd say no?”

Hobie smiles, coiling his finger around your belt loops, leading you out of the crowded bar. His hat is still on your head, holding on to his wrist, you let him guide you.

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slayfics · 10 months

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Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

You try to make sense of Muichiro’s conflicting actions towards you.

Chapter 11

Muichiro had fired you as his Tsuguko. Your head was spinning as you tried to make sense of everything that happened. It was even harder to wrap your head around because you thought your relationship was growing with the Hashira.

You continued to try and make sense of the Hashira's actions. He had started sharing meals with you, brought you a gift, and even cuddled you through the night when you were injured. How did it go from that to being fired so instantly? Could one mistake really sever your relationship and all the hard work you had put in?

You weren't sure what else to do, but you found yourself pulling out a paper and pen to write to the only person you trusted.

Miss Kanroji,

Please forgive me for bothering you again, I know how very busy you are as a Hashira. However, I feel so lost and utterly hopeless. Tokito has fired me as his Tsuguko. I messed up on my first mission with him and was injured horribly by a demon. I know I should have done better, but I can't believe after all my hard work he would fire me so quickly. I really thought we were starting to get closer... I don't know what advice you can give me, if any. I'm just not sure what to do now. Thank you again for your time.

You sent the letter off with your crow and decided to try and get some rest. Laying in bed you pulled the hairpin from your hair that Muichiro had gifted you. You admired the hairpin in your hand and let out a big sigh. You felt exhausted from the emotional toll of the events and longed for the peaceful numbness of sleep.

To your surprise, Mitsuri had written you back the very next day, and a letter was waiting by your bedside when you woke up.

WHHHHHHAAATTTTTT???? ARE YOU SERIOUS?????? HE CAN'T FIRE YOU FOR MAKING ONE MISTAKE THAT IS INSANE!!!!!!

You know what! Tokito is actually here in the swordsmith village with me! I'll track him down ASAP and ask him what he was thinking!! You just keep training until then and don't worry too much ok??

I'll make us some tea and pancakes when I get back!

Mitsuri Kanroji <3

You felt your stomach turn at the thought of Mitsuri confronting Muichiro. However, there wasn't much damage left to do. He already fired you and obviously hated you. How worse could it get? At least you had tea and pancakes to look forward to when Mitsuri got back.

You followed Mitsuri's advice and went to keep training. Training helped to uncloud your head and see the situation clearer.

There wasn't much left to do but accept what happened. You began to think about asking Mitsuri to take you in as her Tsuguko. You know she already has a soft spot for you, and she was always so sweet. That might be a breath of fresh air after training under Tokito for the past few months.

It was then a crow flew by squawking news loudly above you.

"DEMON ATTACK ON SWORDSMITH VILLAGE. DEMON ATTACK ON SWORDSMITH VILLAGE!" it squawked.

Your whole body froze. How had demons found the swordsmith village?

Wait...

The swordsmith village is where Mitsuri said she and Muichiro were!!!

I hope this chapter wasn’t as devastating as the last one! Tagging those that asked for it here since I might be away from tumblr when this is scheduled to post.

@aeolia18 @plvuii @xxlittlexrascalxx @parcqq @muichirouswife @ihatecorns

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dairyminki · 9 months

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Inked By Fate - FIVE

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: profanities ↬wc: 2.1k

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

・・・・・★

Another night at KQ-Strip, another race to be missed.

"Yeo, I'll just go to the comfort room, okay?"

"Sure, but be back quick. You don't want to miss my race, do you?" Yeosang had the smug look on and you just can't help but scoff.

"Yeah, whatever." You replied and then you went on your way.

By now, you've totally mastered the whole place, you're also starting to think that one of these days, Yeosang will start to question your frequent disappearances and trips to the comfort room.

Just like always, you go inside the comfort room first, you washed your face and then as soon as you were done, you went out to go look for San, that is, if he doesn't find you first, which he always does anyway.

But tonight, a shocked expression was evident on your face when you opened the door, because not only San greeted you outside, but also another male, who's smirking your way.

"So, she's the one you've been waiting for, right Choi? Or am I wrong?" Hongjoong asks the younger, yet much taller male.

"H-Hongjoong…" You gasp. "What are you doing here?"

The mentioned male just shakes his head, grinning deviously after. "You don't think you're the one I should ask that?" He raises an eyebrow, making you gulp.

You sigh, giving in, not fighting the fact that one of Yeosang's friends finally caught you with your little secret rendezvous with one of their despised, not really, rivals. And it happens to be Hongjoong who has caught you, huh?

"Fine, I admit I've been seeing San. So what?" You retort, trying to act brave, even though deep inside you're scared that your brother will find out that you just so happened to break the trust he has given you.

"Really? You're not afraid that Yeosang might find out?"

"Well, he won't find out if you won't tell him." You counter.

"What makes you think I won't tell him?" Hongjoong replies, and now you two are stuck in an intense eye staring battle, with a quiet San at the side.

Still in the middle of the battle, Hongjoong says, "Why are you seeing a member of Inferno when Yeosang clearly told you not to?"

"Why shouldn't I, when I'm my own person?" You mutter through gritted teeth, San slightly tensing at the side due to the fact that you just used his exact words.

The next thing you knew, Hongjoong was already chuckling.

"Now I know why Mingi has taken a liking to you, Y/N. Feisty, that's what you are." A devious of a smirk appears on the blonde's face. Then his face turns serious.

"But, I really need to know your business with Inferno, Y/N. When Yeosang told you to stay away, he meant it. Tell me what do you keep seeing San for, and if it passes my validity standard in terms of reasoning then I might just let this incident slide and never mention a word to your brother...for the meantime, that is."

What's up with Inferno really? You wanted to ask. Because it's getting a little sketchy and tense whenever someone lets the word slip past their mouths.

Is there something that you should know of?

Your train of thoughts stops when you feel someone tap your shoulder, and when you look back, it was San. And in a whisper, he says to you, "Let me deal with Mr. Tiny." If it wasn't for the current situation, you might've laughed.

"Hongjoong hyung." San speaks, catching the male's attention.

"No cover ups, just speak the truth Choi."

"You want the truth, then I'll give you that." You hear San mutter under his breath as he takes a step closer to Hongjoong.

"Soulmates."

At that, you see Hongjoong flinch. "I-uh? What?" He asks, perplexed by a single word.

"Soulmates. We're soulmates." San repeats, making sure Hongjoong hears it much clearer this time.

Hongjoong was wearing a look of shock and disbelief, and you mirrored him.

Just what on earth is Choi San plotting now?

Did he perhaps know?

・・・・・★

After escaping Hongjoong and sealing a deal with him to keep his mouth shut, you and San run along to his car.

Few minutes into the car ride was pure silence until your companion spoke up.

"I'm sorry about that. It's the only excuse I could make up." There was regret in his voice, but you just giggled silently.

"It's okay San."

So he didn't know.

But he wasn't wrong either. His excuse was…

"Y/N, I have something to tell you, by the way." San speaks again, this time with much urgency in his voice.

Before he could ramble on, you held up a hand and told him to focus on the road.

"I have something to tell you too, San, but can you just drive for now? Our talk could wait, you know?" You mused and San just mumbles a sorry, smiling sheepishly after.

・・・・・★

San rolls up one of his sleeves and shows you his wrist. Now empty.

Your inked name nowhere to be found, instead, the skin was now littered with freckles.

Seeing your puzzled expression, he chuckles, saying, "I know, I was confused too. Because the moment I woke up and checked my wrists, I didn't see your name anymore, just these freckles, which surprised me even more."

Hmm...the tattoo faded, then?

Then that just backs-up the data you've gathered. It makes much more sense now.

"So I did my research," You say, turning San to his attentive state.

"...and the only plausible explanation for our current situation is that…"

"Is that what? C'mon, don't get all suspenseful about it on me now!" San whines and you can't help but chuckle at his cuteness.

Just where did the smirky San go?

"The only plausible explanation as to what the both of us could be is that…..we're platonic soulmates, San."

As soon as you dropped the bomb, San's eyes were wide, not in horror, but in amusement? Excitement? You don't know, but you know it's positive.

"No way—platonic soulmates exist too?" He had a hand over his mouth, like a child who just discovered that Santa Claus isn't real.

"Funny, cause that's what I asked my friend too. Research says that having a platonic soulmate is rare in occasion, having only 8% of the population to have one. Probably why not much knows that this type of soulmates exists." You say, relaying the information you've gathered with Jia earlier.

"So that's why…" San mutters. When you look at him, he wears this warm smile, his dimples still showing up of course.

"That explains why I feel connected to you in some way, even after knowing we're not soulmates- well we kinda are, but not in a romantic, or lover aspect. But we're basically still each other's halves, platonically, and I'm happy," San tells you, smiling so dearly and giggling after, that you just can't help but mirror his joy.

After learning you two are platonic soulmates, you can't help but think that maybe it wasn't attraction you felt for San on that first night, maybe it was indeed the connection your souls have with each other that kept you drawn to him. Because as you stare at San now, only one thought crosses your mind.

Being with him surely feels like hanging out with a friend you've known for years.

・・・・・★

Just as you thought that the night was over, you clearly thought wrong.

San was supposed to drive you back to the underground, but it just made your eyebrows furrowed in confusion once you noticed he was taking a different route. You're pretty aware that the race is finished too. So where on earth is San taking you?

"We're here!" San chirps as he turns off the car's engine. While you stayed put in your seat, San exited the car and went to your side to open the car door.

"Where are we exactly?" You question only to receive no reply as San just grabs you out of your seat.

"You'll see."

The male proceeds to drag you until you two arrive in front of a building. Entering, your eyes automatically scan the whole place - it was lavish.

This place is something you surely know you can't and won't be able to afford.

You gawked as the two of you stepped inside the elevator - even the elevator was high class!

"San, where exactly are we?" You asked San who was in front of you, busily pressing on some buttons.

"Just you wait and see, Y/N."

When the elevator opened, you immediately followed San, only to wince in pain when your face landed flat on his back. You were too busy roaming your eyes around the area to notice that he had stopped walking.

When you peaked, you saw that the two of you stopped in front of a room. San knocked on the door, and instantly, you heard commotion from inside.

"San-"

The door opens.

"Oh goodness, there you are! Where the heck did you disappear—Y/N-ie?!" Wooyoung shrieks as he sees you together with his friend. What on earth is Kang Yeosang's sister doing here?

"Uh-hi?" You awkwardly greeted, and then you turned to San who was beside you, waiting for him to fill you in.

San chuckles, dismissing your look of confusion and Wooyoung's questioning glare. He pushes you inside by the small of your back and says, "Welcome to our dorm, Y/N!"

・・・・・★

They call this a dorm? This place that almost looks like a five star hotel, a dorm??

"When you told me you had a girl friend, I didn't expect it to be Kang Y/N." Wooyoung exclaims to his friend. He was seated on the loveseat which was opposite of the couch you and San are both seated on.

"Trust me, neither did I expect it, Woo," San replies casually, his attention present on the flat-screen television as he flips through channel by channel.

Meanwhile, you're silent by yourself, certainly not expecting today is the day that San would drag you to see their dorm.

"So tell me, what is little Y/N-ie doing inside an Inferno's marked territory even if her brother clearly despises us?" Wooyoung's look was challenging as he sends you a smirk.

And did he just call you little Y/N-ie? Little??

"The audacity to call me little when you're not so tall yourself." You retort, only to send him into a boisterous laughter.

"This is why I like you, Y/N!" Then the next thing you knew, he's already out of the loveseat and is now clinging to your side, one arm looped with yours.

"So tell me, how'd you manage to befriend little Sannie?" He proceeds to ask with an amused smile.

Before you could answer anything, San happily does it for you. "She's clearly uncomfortable with you sticking like glue beside her Woo."

You were almost thankful to San, note, almost.

"Also, how she and I became friends isn't what's important right now Woo. In fact, she's here because of a certain someone." San smiles innocently, and you're sure his statement piqued Wooyoung's interest much more, but not yours.

You knew exactly what San was referring to.

"Is it what I think it is?" Wooyoung chides, then he turns to you, wiggling his brows.

"No! It's not what you thi-"

Your words were cut off due to an abrupt knock from the door.

"Speaking of that certain someone." San whistles as he stood up from the couch and went straight for the door to open it.

You just sat on the couch, defeated and somewhat nervous. Because, he's here.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung was frowning beside you. "Oh, so San meant you're here for him, for Seonghwa hyung," He huffs. "And here I thought you've somehow fallen for my charms and came to see me."

At that your eyes widened. "What the fuck, Wooyoung?"

"Yeosang's sister?" You hear someone speak. And you already knew who it was.

There he was, in his all-black glory, standing beside San with his hands inside his pockets, his face displaying a questioning look. You don't know him well, but you're sure his expression says he's not pleased with your presence here.

Well who would be? When you're the sister of one of his rivals?

You scoffed, standing up. "I have a name, you know."

Your mind might've been playing tricks on you and perhaps, your eyes, but you know you saw that ghost of a smile pass by his lips.

"Sure you have." Seonghwa says, and just like that, he turns around and walks away. To his room, maybe.

But you made sure to stop him before he could enter inside. Why is he like this?

That's it, you've had enough.

"Park Seonghwa, you're one heck of a cold jerk!" You shout at the top of your lungs, surprising the three males inside the room.

Tension and silence wrapped the room coldly for a dreadful moment before you heard a dark, deep chuckle.

"And so I've heard, Kang," Seonghwa spoke in a monotone before he twisted open the knob to his room, went inside and slammed it shut.

You blinked your eyes in disbelief. Soon, your cheeks were tinted a deep shade of red and eventually you fall back on the couch, hugging a pillow to your face as you realize what you've just done.

Did you just do that? Yes, you did!

It's embarrassing for fuck's sake, but there's no way you'll be able to hold back your annoyance on him any longer.

And it also seems like you won't be able to face him anymore.

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azullumi · 1 year

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okay okay— hear me out, what about streamer kaveh dating popular streamer s/o in secret and the only reason they get found out is cause of kaveh forgetting to turn off his camera and they're acting all lovey dovey on stream LOL i can't help but think how he'd explain to a chat that's moving so fast

summary — kaveh is way too loving and... careless.

pairing — kaveh/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, modern, established relationship, steamer x streamer, not proofread ; headcanons

words — 1520

note — my alarm didn't wake me up;;; but anyways, i really loved the request anon :D i had so much fun writing it though i guess it was a little bit rush and i could have done better. but anyways, here! i hope you'll like it!

"Bye, everyone! I hope you all had a great time! Thanks for stopping by and I'll see you all next time."

You enthusiastically waved at the camera, smiling as your eyes scanned the chat that was going too fast, trying to read all of the messages that were being sent. Your eyes could only recognize the word "goodbye" in different variations being commonly sent and after a few moments, you stopped the stream—closing the camera and taking off your headphones before you stood up and stretched your back that was aching after only remaining seated for so long.

It was yet another normal day for you, streaming on a platform or website for hours as you were a well-known streamer and content creator, a lot of people's favorites and especially famous on the internet.

"I'm a little bit hungry," Perhaps it was because you only ate a few since you really couldn't leave your seat and that it was nearly dinnertime also; it was already 6:47 in the evening.

Although the work can be exhausting and repetitive at times, you were having fun and clearly enjoying what you were doing—aside from the fact that you get to earn a lot of money to sustain yourself, your needs and your wants, you were also greatly loved and cherished by your fans and most especially, by your boyfriend, Kaveh.

You decided to check up on him, walking out of your room to head to his that was only steps away from yours since you're under the same roof. As you approached and near his door, his voice and chatter was getting more and more clearer and louder, you could even make out some of what he was saying.

"...Are you…"

"I have… Lovely…"

"Show them? I don't want to. Why? They're way too beautiful for your eyes."

"Just say that you're lying and you don't actually have… Hey! I swear, I'm not lying—" He paused once his eyes glanced at the door, in the direction of where you were standing. You noticed how his eyes sparkled and his expression brightened once he saw you, making you smile and your heart flutter upon seeing the small yet noticeable change.

Are you okay?—you mouthed and gestured to him, avoiding to be heard by his audience as he was streaming live as of the moment. A nod before he spoke in a low voice, "I'll be finished in a moment, wait for me."

You could only give him a thumbs up and a smile before you leaned against the wall, watching him as he calls it a day, finishing his stream and saying goodbye to everyone. You approached him—once you concluded that he's already done with it as he took off his headphones—having no restrictions or worries that you might be seen by anyone.

"How are you, sweetheart? Did you miss me?" The blonde-haired man greets you, pulling you to his lap and pushing the strands of hair on your face behind your ear. He gave your forehead a kiss that made you melt in the hold of his hand on your waist and the caress of the other on your cheek and you let out a hum before responding: "I'm good but I missed you."

It was known that the two of you have a significant other but nobody knows who it is nor you were one another's lover, the only known fact is that both of you are in a loving and healthy relationship. There was no reason—aside from just privacy reasons to avoid nosy people sticking their ass up in your businesses—for you two to be hiding it but I guess you could say that it was the better?

"Archons, it's only been a few hours—" He laughs, looking at you with eyes beaming with adoration, love, and care as if his gaze was touching on your soul, and he places yet another kiss on your temple before continuing, "—You're so needy. What even will happen if we won't see each other for a day?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes upon hearing what he said and another soft chuckle was pulled out of his throat. "I was kidding, okay? I'm sorry, don't be angry at me."

He sounds like a puppy who got scolded by his owner and if it's not for the teasing smile on his face, you would have thought of him as one already.

"Whatever. What's for dinner today?"

"Hm, are you craving for something?"

You went into a quick thought, "I have nothing in mind. Should we just order takeout?"

"If that's what you want, sure. Let's just rest up a bit before we order, I know that you're still tired."

You only nodded as an answer, resting your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes which had been strained and hurt after only being exposed to the computer for hours. The moment between you two was silent with only the sound of your light breathing against one another and a sigh that slips from his lips—a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth as the feeling of warmth, comfort, and happiness wells up in your chest.

You flutter your eyelids open, your eyesight adjusting to the brightness of the computer screen, seeing yourself on it and some rapid stream of texts—Wait.

"Kaveh…"

"Kaveh."

"Kaveh!"

It is only when you whisper shouted his name that he responded to you, confusion trailing his tone as he knits his eyebrows.

"What? What is—"

His voice came at a complete halt when he also turned his head to the sight of his monitor, seeing what made you urgently call out to him in such a panicked voice.

The camera was turned on and you could see the projection of you two on the screen being lovey-dovey and sweet to another, and a spam of messages on the side—blood rushed up to your face, embarrassed and feeling shy, and you hide yourself with the man's chest as you listened to him frantically trying to explain, if you even call what he's doing as that.

"At least now we have proof that you really have someone—You're quite a positive person, aren't you?"

"I can't read any of the chats! Slow down, will you?"

"It's (Name)? Yes, it's them, do you have a problem with it?"

"Congratulations on your relationship, I hope that the two of you will have more happiness to come—Awww, thank you so much user LetMeCryInTheCorner!"

"Wait—fuck—How do I even explain it to you guys?"

"You don't have to explain everything when we've already seen how sweet you two are—Ah, whatever then! I'll see you guys next time. Go to sleep, pay attention to your homework, or anything!"

It seems like he has totally given up on it as he just stopped the stream and turned off the camera completely—this time he was sure that he really did—before bringing his attention back to you who has calmed down for a bit from what you feel, bringing yourself back to the grounds of reality.

"Now what?"

"What do you mean now what? We're going to order some food." He says as if everything was normal and nothing happened which induced a reaction to smack him from you.

"Ouch! What was that for?!"

"You're too careless and calm!"

He received a glare from you and he laughed—softly and gently like he was soothing your worries and scrambled thoughts, reassuring you that everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about—it''s honestly strange how he's so collected right now knowing how he often panics and thinks over the small things but I guess it didn't really matter, the publicity of your relationship with him, I mean. It's not like the two of you made a pact to keep it a secret.

You just heaved a sigh, releasing the unnecessary things that plagues your mind, "Well, now they know."

"And? Just let them know."

He leans his face close to you, lips only inches away from each other that you could feel his warm breath fanning your skin, and spoke before capturing you in a loving kiss:

"Let them know that I belong to you."

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Bonus:

"Wow, they're rejoicing for me because it turns out that I wasn't lying after all."

Kaveh rolled his eyes when he saw the reaction of everyone on social media upon knowing you and his relationship with each other. The internet was bombarded with news about you two dating, a lot of questions being raised, and everything—It was all and only about him and you.

He places his phone down the bedside table before returning his gaze back to your sleeping figure turned to him, watching your relaxed and soft expression, and he sighs to himself, scooting closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

It didn't matter anyways. He just loves you so much and as long as nothing will interfere and get in the way of your happiness, as long as you're okay and happy, as long as he gets to hold you close, then everything is fine.

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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"But oh..Cara mia"

Ch. 12 Irrationally and longing

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: none

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: Hope you enjoy this chapter! Tensions keep on rising, will it explode?

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You had just gotten off the phone with Ivy when you hear Damian entering the lab. He is frowning with his arms crossed. You turn in your chair and face him. Silence surrounds you both as you look at him. "Where were you?" he asks roughly and you are taken aback by his harshness. "Themyscira. Why do you ask?" you shoot back and he looks down and mumbles something. You raise your eyebrow at him, "What was that?" you say and Damian whispers a little bit clearer. "You were missed.'' You smile softly and beckon him to come closer. He follows suit and you hold your hand out. He stares at it and looks at you raising an eyebrow. You answer his unspoken question, "You aren't big on hugs so holding your hand could do for now" He looks at your hand again and holds it. You smile at him before you are surprised at what he does next. He goes forward and gives you a quick hug before standing back, pink dusting his cheeks. You smile at him and ruffle his hair affectionately. Knowing he wasn't going to start the conversation again, you take the initiative, "You like the new suit?" and he nods, "I suppose it looks adequate on you. You do look more like an Amazon now." You smile at his response, "Well that kind of is the point my grandmother wanted to make so thank you." He nods again and goes to leave. Just before he walks out, he turns around and opens his mouth to say something but closes it again.

"You can tell me anything, Damian. Your feedback is just as appreciated as any other" you say and you see he becomes more comfortable. He closes the door, making sure that no one else besides the two of you heard what he was going to say. "You shouldn't run away, Prince. Don't think that none of us have been oblivious to how you feel about Grayson." Your eyes widen and you flush, not knowing how to answer to that. "Don't worry, I won't speak word of it....but you should know, Grayson is more bearable when you are around. This whole act of excessive love with Starfire is nauseating. Your presence truly was needed, so I have one request," he said looking at you and you nod at him to continue, "Don't leave again" and you took a deep breath. "I can't guarantee anything, Damian but I'll try" you answer. Satisfied with your answer he leaves. You let out a deep breathe and slump on your chair. That kid is intense.

Damian would not admit it, but he really missed you. He likes that you always included him and took his input seriously, even if it wasn't related to vigilantism. Plus, you had a warmth to you that he gravitated towards constantly. You had taken him to the arcade and to an art exhibit a few times not so long ago and he found that he thoroughly enjoyed your presence. Plus you had built an automatic sandbox for Alfred the cat that cleaned itself, props for bonus points.

The following days were interesting, to say the least. Damian would stick by your side, much to Dick's displeasure. You hung up the suit, going back to your normal routine of being behind the scenes and helping the others. This, of course, surprised Kory, and she had taken quite an interest in you and that made everyone be slightly tense. Seeing as she had become part of the team for this mission, you had to create a file for her in order to check up on her vitals as well. As for the moment, she was standing in the middle of your lab, in the check-up platform, observing you and you studied her vitals. "So, you don't fight?" she asks, and you answer without looking at her, "I do, I just don't patrol." She hums and asks again, "Injury?" and you shake your head no. "So coming in with the Amazon suit was all show then?" she asked and that irked you. Damian, who had been sitting next to you (and had once again taken the mantle of following you everywhere like a shadow) huffed in response and rolled his eyes. "No. I had been in Themyscira for a few weeks hence why I was using my suit," you say drily, still looking at your analysis. "Couldn't you have changed?" she asked and you snapped back, "Is there a personal vendetta you have with my Amazonian suit that I should be aware of?" Kory glared at you, not happy with your attitude. "It just seemed a little too much for show.." she said and you roll your eyes at her as you continue working. "Are you sure your human technology is able to get my vitals?" Kory spoke up once again, making sure to accentuate the word human. "Considering that I am currently checking your suit status and finished with your vitals yesterday, I would say yes" you answer once again, trying to sound as unbothered as possible. Kory huffs, unsatisfied with not being able to get a full reaction out of you. The lab was full of silence again. Starfire spoke up one last time, trying to see if this time she could get to you, "Is it true?" You look at her, wondering what she meant, "That you are the Darling of the gods, I mean?" she clears up. Damian looks at you as well, interested in what you had to say. "Would you let me work in peace if I answer?" you say annoyed and she nods, "Very well...In Themyscira, when a new child is presented, they are to be made known to the gods and given a name. Not the birth name, but sort of a surname. When Diana presented me to everyone as her official daughter and princess of Themyscira, the gods provided me with their favor and many blessings. This gave me my title of darling of the gods seeing as I had been one of the few to earn their absolute favor. As I grew up, it became more evident that they were pleased with me, seeing as some would teach and train me personally." Kory takes the information as Damian, pleased to know his sister was superior, let out a smirk.

"But you aren't truly Amazonian?" asked Kory again. You freeze for a second. Diana's words coming back to you. You relax and give her a patronizing smile as you answer, "Of course I am, sweetie, how else could I possibly be the princess." You hear your computer ding as the scan is finally set, "Everything is well and done. If you are done investigating me Koriand'r, you may leave" you say and she finally leaves.

The next few days, Kory would spend her time throwing subtle remarks here and there, yet you would answer with grace, poise, and class, never letting them get to you. You would treat her with professionalism and kindness. You knew better. The rest would notice and would come up with ways to counter-attack them by making you laugh. It was already bad enough that the PDA displayed by her and Dick was getting too much for you sometimes and she knew. When he would hug her, she'd look straight into your eyes over his shoulder, making sure you knew he wasn't yours. If he tried to talk to you, whether it was about his suit or life in general, she would be present so that you'd be reminded there was no chance. If you all went out, she would stand between the two of you if you ever near them, making sure you understood she was there and there would never be space for you. It got to the point where she wouldn't even let you patch him up. After years of being the one that knew how to work around him when he was in pain, she just swooped it and took your place and made sure you knew that he would never need you again. The worst part is he allowed it. You could feel the sadness fill your heart and bottle it up. What happened to the boy who whispered sweet nothings in your ear and made sure you were always alright? The moment he stepped on the plane to Jump City, he vanished. Although you were doing well hiding your emotions from everyone, Barbara could tell how much it pained you. She saw how your eyes would lose a little light every time he held her. How you would bite your lip when it began to tremble if they kissed in front of you. You were in pain. As if he wasn't already out of reach, you decided to distance yourself from him. Just like you had done many times before.

The others were there. Stephanie and Cass would invite you to see movies, Tim would visit you in the lab and just work next to you, Duke would make you laugh whenever needed, Jason would come to the lab and rant about the new book he read, Damian would leave Alfred the cat in your lap saying that it helps, and Barbara, oh Barbara, she was the best friend anyone could ask for. She held you in her arms as you cried and cried, trying to numb the pain you felt. She would hold your hand and squeeze it every time Kory would get in the way.

This whole charade had to end one way or another, and unfortunately, the moment to recognize came in a gruesome way. Kory and Dick had been partnered up for patroling the ports. The thing is that with Kory's green powers, their cover was blown and they were attacked, fucking up. Dick was stabbed and it was one nasty wound. They were forced to ask for back up and boy was Bruce LIVID. When they got back to the cave after handling the situation, Bruce called you out to fix Dick up. Kory opened her mouth to speak against it but Bruce spoke before she could, "Starfire, a word." Slightly intimidated by the man, she nodded and left with him. Leaving you to take Dick and patch him up in the lab. "Ok, Richard, this will hurt, so Imma count to three. One. Two." You pressed the cloth and cleaned the wound getting ready to pulverize the wound. You began to close it after fixing it and started to stitch it. "I forgot you never get to three" he whispered and you chuckled lightly, maintaining your focus on his wound, "Your mind is focused on waiting for the three so the pain is not acknowledged as fast and makes it easier to work" you mumble back. As you bring Dick, to sit up and start wrapping the white cloth around his waist, some hair falls off your ponytail. He decides to brush it out of your face and whispers, "You called me Richard" and you hum in response, "You had started to call me Dick, what happened?" he said softly and you avoided his eyes, "I have no idea what you are talking about...all done, you can leave" you say and walk to the sink to wash the blood of your hands. You hear him sigh and walk toward you, "Is it...is it Kory? I know her behavior has been a little weird but-"

"Oh so you are aware of her constant verbal harassment of me and how she gets in the way of my fucking job and you decide to ignore it, Mr. Grayson?" you seethe and Dick tenses up. He looks down at the floor, suddenly finding it very interesting. "What do you want from me? Honestly Richard, do you want to see me fail?"

"No-" "Then??!?! Explain yourself."

"Yn, its complicated"

"Isn't it always with you? Listen, I don't want to know, and honestly, I don't think I can take it anymore." She hadn't noticed how close the two were, chests were inches apart.

"what do you mean?"

"Unless it is related to our night lives, get away from me," she said and Dick could feel his heart strain. He didn't want to get away from her. These last few days he had found that the more Kory tried to get in between them, the more he longed for her presence. He longed for her touch, he longed for her eyes to be on him, he longed for her smile to be directed only to him, he longed for her laugh, that sweet melody that could leave him dizzy, he longed for her flirtatious quips, he missed her hands on him, he longed for her and Lord knows how divided his heart was. On one side he had Kory, comfortable and familiar. Kory had been his friend and teammate for years. They had dated so many times before and slept together even more. Her body was so familiar to his, as were her lips...yet at the end of the day, it wasn't her lips that he dreamed of at night. He had Kory and he reprimanded himself for wishing for someone else. He had Kory, but he would give his last dying breath for Yn and it took having them both in the same place and Yn asking him to leave for him to wake up. He wanted her. God, he wanted her. He wanted her like a man who wants water in the middle of the desert. He wanted her so bad He truly needed her, more than he wanted to allow himself to. He looked at her, dead in the eyes, and gulped. They had been so close, chests pressed against each other and eyes locked. He looked at her lips and then back to her eyes. "Is...is that what you truly want? for me to go away?" he breathed out. His head felt light with just her touch. His face neared hers, lips almost touching, but he pulled back quickly, restraining himself with all he had. He looked at her lips once again then back to her eyes. Oh those eyes, glossed over with want. Her gaze ghosted all over his face, set on admiring him. She whispered, "...I need you to let me leave". He wasn't having it, "Do you want me to?" Yn closed her eyes. She is tired of loving someone that wasn't hers. She stepped back and cleared her throat. She leaned against one of the lab's desks, trying to stop her spinning mind and beating heart. Dick remained in the same place, looking at her, waiting for her to say something, or do something. Finally, she spoke up, "You should...you should go and check on Kory. You um... your wound will heal fast with what I added, but you will still need to take a few days off. You are benched for now. I expect you to come tomorrow for a check-up." She wouldn't look at him, "You can't be serious Yn" Dick answered exasperatedly. How could she go back to normal after that?! He opened his mouth but she interrupted him, "Leave Richard. Good night" and turned her back to him, hugging herself.

Pissed, Dick left the lab. He walked towards where Bruce and Kory were arguing. Bruce did not look pleased and Kory looked livid. "Richard, could you try and change his mind!" she said and Dick looked at Bruce for an explanation, "Starfire won't be partaking in anything related to the mission. No patrol and no stitching up." Kory seethed, "You can't possibly be serious. I come all the way from Jump City to help with a case and you bench me?" and Bruce glares at her. "We never asked for your backup. It was appreciated for the time being but I believe we have it under control. Thank you for your assistance." Kory was absolutely furious and shot back “and what!? leave little miss Amazon to do it all! Is that it? That you have a clear bias between her and, therefore, need to get me out of the equation? Is it that?" she said and Bruce let out a tired sigh. What in the actual fuck? "Kory, you are letting your anger get the best of you" tried to reason Dick but she wouldn't have it. Finally, Bruce had enough, "That will be enough Koriand'r. Yn is an essential part of the team. Her skills in fighting, medicine, and tecnology are unparallel, so I can assure you we will be just fine. You will not be working with us and that is final. Your input has provided little to no help, your presence began to concern civilians, and after tonights events, we might loose the only advantage we had seeing as it might have alerted any of our suspects. After the gala, I would strongly advise to Zeta tube back to Jump City. I don't want to hear it any more. You are both dismissed"

Kory quickly left for her room. Dick looked at Bruce and tried to negotiate one last time, "B-" "Richard John Grayson Wayne! I suggest you get a hold of this situation before it gets too out of control. Kory is being irrational, impulsive, and uncooperative. You know better and you better not pin this on YN. Out of the three of you, she has been the only one to offer real focus and professionalism so don't you dare. I am not hearing it. Kory is out, whether you like it or not!" Said Bruce sternly, using his dad voice (the only one that got them all truly terrified), and Dick accepted defeat. What had this become?

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ambiguouspuzuma · 12 days

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so embarrassing

I've often known the walk of shame; to wake, rather the worse for wear, and not remember your own name, nor what to call the stranger there.

but when I rise as if half-dead without quite knowing where we are, I'm typically in someone's bed; not still sat at an unknown bar.

this is embarrassing, I said, turned to the woman to my right. something's gone funny with my head. I must have drunk too much last night.

I went out somewhere else for beer but must have had some spirits too. I can't remember coming here, or how I came to sit with you.

it hadn't helped to quench my thirst; my mouth felt like I'd eaten sand. but she'd clearly been drinking first, an empty glass held in her hand.

I gave my own full drink a taste; the sharp tang of tequila. but as I already felt spaced it helped make things seem realer.

it's good to see you here again, she said, as if she knew my face. hers wore smile like summer rain; uncomfortable and out of place.

she was a beauty even so, her eyes alive with candlelight. her neckline rising, breathing slow, like ebb and flowing of the tides.

the barman handed her a drink and cleared the glass in front of him. she raised it to mine with a clink, a slice of lime wedged on the rim.

again? I asked, now wholly lost. I searched my mind but found it blank. whatever else it was I drank it couldn't have been worth this cost.

with every answer I was sure I somehow knew before I knew. I've had nights I forgot before but never drunken déjà vu.

you sat with me last night, she said; this night, I mean, but yesterday. and probably all nights ahead still seeking the right words to say.

we're trapped like this? I asked, aghast. I'm trapped, she told me in riposte. you get to forget each night passed. I wish my memories were lost.

we've had this chat a dozen times. and will a hundred times again. I've drunk two dozen rum and limes but none of them can numb the pain.

each night restores sobriety; and each night brings me back to you. I'd kill for some variety, but you come back from killing too.

but why would you have wished me dead, I asked, when we just share this doom? because it's all your fault, she said: a drunken prayer, I'd assume.

you hit on me, now long ago; I shot you down on that first night. you must have begged another try, until you finally got it right.

this is embarrassing, I said, turned to the woman to my right. something's gone funny with my head. I must have drunk too much last night.

she checked her watch: you're right on cue. like we were meeting for a date. now straight to what we need to do; last time we left it far too late.

what can you mean? I asked, confused. you have to listen close, she said. I know you've had a lot of booze but this will take a clearer head.

this has to go the way you wished, in full fulfilment of your dream. if you decided that we kissed, I'll take the bullet for the team.

sadly we don't have too much time, before he comes back with our drinks. here, suck on this slice of lime, to sober you enough to think.

I still don't think I understand, I spit, my mouth full of lime juice. she said well this is what you planned. you're the one who made this time loop.

you captured me and put me here or wished that it could be the case, but messed it up, on too much beer, so I remember in your place.

now it's the time to let me out, so have your way, bring me relief, I'll kiss you now without a doubt to stop you coming on repeat.

the words just swim before my eyes, which dip to her sweetheart neckline. it rises and falls as she sighs. oh great, she says. restart. next time.

#poem #poetry #escapril

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Matters of the Heart Ep. 8

Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Maybe eventual smut

Content Warnings: University au!; lots pining; our main leads being stupid; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might as well turn suggestive; this chapter is another angst filled load of drama but I promise it'll get better (real better) in the next one- please don't hate me!

Word Count: 2k words

Mellow speaks: Ookkkayyyyy, so this is long overdue and I'm super sorry for that. I've just been really busy the past week and it took a toll on my health too but I'm better now! Let's get on to it!

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You can feel someone's gaze on you, burning holes into the back of your head as you continue your animated telephonic conversation. Who are you talking to? Well, that's a story for after you see who it is that's been staring you for two minutes straight. That's the thought you hold as while turning around towards the entrance of the cafeteria, almost certain it's going to be one of your friends, hoping despite yourself that it's Yeonjun.

But when your eyes land on the doorframe, all you see is a group of....second years? You can't say for sure, but you know pretty well that it couldn't possibly have been any of them. The presence that you were feeling is all but gone, and you can't help but feel confused about who it was who left without a word. Furrowed your brows, you try to find an answer to the question for a little longer, only to have the voice that filters through your phone pull you out of your thoughts. "Y/N? You there bub?," the voice calls out, making you roll your eyes even though not a soul is there to see it."

In hindsight, maybe someone should actually have been there to see just that, and also to hear what you say next.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? Only Yeonjun can call me bub, no one else," are you words, making the person on the other end raise his hands up even if you can't see him. "I'm sorry, love," he laughs, proceeding to tell you how much he misses you and how he wishes you could come back soon.

"I really miss you guys too, and I promise I'll be there one day soon, with my whole gang this time," you tell him, smiling a little as he says he might as well come to Seoul himself. "Need to see that Yeonjun of yours with my own eyes, after all. I wanna know what it is he has that I don't." That makes you let out a laugh, the sound a little happy and a little wistful while you tell him that your best friend has a girlfriend.

When it's time to hang up, your chest feels lighter and your head feels clearer, the thoughts and worries that you had been carrying around with you for weeks finally having found an outlet. You were trying to be okay, but it was hard not being able to tell anyone how you really were feeling, for fear of making things uncomfortable for your friends.

"Thanks for calling today, Leo. You know talking to you never fails to make me feel better," you say before ending the call, a happy spring in your step as you make your way out the cafeteria. It's then that you notice that Yeonjun is nowhere to be found, even though he had promised he'd be there as soon as he got done talking to Yena, in order to discuss the theme for the radio's upcoming week.

"Weird," is the only thing you can think to yourself, a confused expression on your face as you embark on your quest to find him again, something you seem to have been doing a lot recently. You call Soobin up, but Yeonjun isn't with him. "I'm with Taehyun right now, we were just buying some pet food. I haven't seen him since the ceremony," he says, hanging up after suggesting that you try calling the other two.

And you're just about to do that, when your eyes land on a familiar mop of hair not ten feet away. There you see Kai, a heavy book tucked under one arm while the other is casually thrown around a shorter mop-haired guy, the sight making you let out a fond chuckle. As your feet carry you over to them, you soon register the fact that the one you're looking for is not with them either.

The realization is somehow written all over your face, making Beomgyu let out a sigh as he rolls his eyes. "He's not with us. Maybe you should try asking his girlfriend," he says, his hand now resting on your head as he pats it gently, a sympathetic smile on his face. "Yeah Y/N," Kai pipes in, shifting the book from one hand to the other, '"Better ask Yena than us."

The looks they give you have you going into defensive mode once more, a forced laugh escaping you as you get ready to prove a point. "You're staring at me funny," you retort, shutting down any arguments they might have up their sleeves when you turn your back to them, your fingers dialing Yena's number before you can stop yourself. But she doesn't answer, a behavior that definitely strikes you as odd coming from her.

"Guess I'm on my own, huh?," you muse to yourself, beginning to walk away from the square and down the corridors in search of Yeonjun. The classrooms are turn you up nothing but dust, your annoyance growing with every call of yours that goes to voice-mail. "Doesn't take that long to answer and tell me you're busy," you mutter under your breath, the sound of your sneakers falling against the tiles as you jog down the halls, empty-handed till you reach that one door.

The door to the dance practice room, the place that's the closest to Yeonjun's heart after your beloved rooftop, and the place you still dread visiting because you're scared of seeing something you aren't all that keen on seeing. Even though it's never happened in the weeks that you've been back, you can't help being a little wary of finding Yena there with your best friend, not wanting to encroach on their time alone and making things unnecessarily uncomfortable.

Yet right now, as the loud bass of the music bleeding through the speakers makes its way to your ears, coupled with the loud banging of footsteps, you find yourself approaching the door slowly, pushing it open because you already know someone's in there. And what you see inside is something that fills you up with even more dread.

No, it's not Yena with her arms wrapped around Yeonjun's shoulders, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. Instead, it's Yeonjun, alone in the room, his body moving to the rhythm as if he's mad at something, the anger clear on his face. The grunts and groans that escape him as he goes about doing his thing tell you he's not in a good mood right now, and it becomes even more evident when he doesn't notice you standing by the door.

You're transfixed by his moves, his emotions laying bare for you to see with every step he takes. He's one with the music, the loud beats and the thumping of his feet gelling into one the longer you watch. Mesmerized by his performance, you don't even realize when the song comes to an end, Yeonjun's heavy breaths becoming the only thing to be heard as his feet stop moving, his body almost collapsing to the floor before his eyes land on you.

"What're you doing here?," his voice draws you out of your trance, more icy than it's ever been. It has an edge to it that catches you off-guard, causing you to blink your eyes, perplexed at his sudden hostility. "I came here to see you," you respond after a couple of beats have passed, confused to say the least. "You never showed up at the-"

"Didn't show up?," he asks, sounding incredulous of your words, his gaze accusatory as he turns to look at you fully. "Didn't show up? Try, 'I was a bit too busy to notice when you did show up,'" he all but spits, venom lacing his voice. "What're you on about?," you catch yourself asking in return, becoming defensive for the second time that evening, "I never saw you enter the cafeteria, but if you saw me, you could have approached me instead."

You know you're being reasonable, but as Yeonjun crosses his arms over his chest, dry laughter slipping past his lips, you feel more vulnerable than anything else. "Well, I couldn't exactly approach you when you were so busy being all sappy on the phone now, could I?" "Wait a second," you think to yourself, your eyes trained on the man in front of you as you feel things click inside your head.

"On the phone? I don't know what you heard Jjun, but I think you're getting the wrong picture," is what you say, taken aback by the way he's taking this, "I was just talking to Leo, my friend from Australia." The moment those words escape your lips, you see Yeonjun widen his eyes, the sight making you feel he's finally catching on to what you're saying. But of course, things don't go that easy for you, his anger only seeming to rise as he asks, "Leo? That idiot who asked you out back during your first month there? The one who totally had the hots for you?"

And that's when you know he's off on a tangent, all sorts of stupid stuff spewing out before he even thinks to stop. "So he's the one you're messing with now? Seriously? And you didn't even think to tell me? I mean, I deserve to know if you're being all 'I love you sweetie' with someone, don't I?" That's the last thing you hear before losing it, your own patience wearing thin as as you launch into a rant.

"Deserve to know? I really don't understand how you got yourself under that illusion, Choi Yeonjun. You don't deserve to know shit, not after you kept the fact that you have a girlfriend from me. You didn't think I was important enough to know, but did you ever see me getting angry at you over that without reason? No, because I'm not petty like that.

And despite that, you still have the audacity to call me out for not telling you if I'm messing with someone? Didn't it occur to you even once to actually try and talk to me about it, instead of lashing out from the get-go? If you remember the fact that that 'idiot' was the one who asked me out during my first month there, then shouldn't you also be aware of the fact that you had been the first person I had told about it. But no, it seems like it very conveniently slipped your mind, huh?"

Now he's the one at a loss for words, blinking like a deer caught in headlights. "T-that's besides the point," he tries to reason, his being overcome with guilt as he finds his accusations getting washed away. But you're not having his drama now, the feelings you've been holding back on coming to the fore at last. "You didn't feel bad even once keeping me in the dark, but you suddenly take it to heart if I don't tell you about a friend?"

"Well you seemed much more than friends with him to me, the way you were smiling and being all giggly on the phone." "Yeah right. A phone call was all it took for you to determine my relation to Leo, isn't it? You're so damn perceptive, I must say. Maybe that's why you thought not telling me would save me the pain, huh?" You're on a roll now, angry words bursting like fireworks as you feel your eyes grow watery. "Well just so you know, you not telling me hurt me more than anything else ever has."

"And so you decided to get back at me for that, didn't you?," he claps back, not a hint of remorse evident in his voice even though he can feel it inside. "You decided to go against my back and get yourself a boyfriend, right when I-" He stops short at that, the next lying dying at the tip of his tongue as the waterworks finally begin for you.

"You know what?," you seethe, eyes bloodshot and hands shaking as you manage to get one last thing out. "Yeah. Yeah I did get myself a boyfriend behind your back. Because you don't fucking deserve to know."

And with that, you're out the door.

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 6 months

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I wrote a thing again

Contains injury to a minor - about 14 y.o. If you think that might upset you, please, avoid reading this. It isn't too graphic imo, but yeah. If you know you can't handle it just skip it, take care of yourself first. (he survives and gets better after this btw)

"What's that sound...?" Lissele said, mostly to herself.

Rennard was the closest and heard her. "What sound?"

"Probably just a deer, but..." she listened harder. Something didn't seem right. The steps were eratic, heavy... And they were quickly getting closer. She froze. In a haze, she turned around several times, trying to locate it, before regaining clearer thinking again. "Draw your weapons!"

Sorontur and Rennard did so immediately.

L'amieil first flinched, then prepared his bow.

Barret took a stronger hold of Storm's reigns and drew his axe.

Faileon put a rock in his slingshot and began spinning it.

Lissele's ears rotated like crazy, desperate to locate the sound, but it seemed to be moving so fast... One second it was in front of her, the next it was in the complete opposite direction.

And then suddenly... it stopped. "What-" began Rennard, but she shushed him. "Rude," he whispered.

The silence weigh on her. It grabbed a handful of her guts and squeezed. It coursed through her veins. It polluted the air in her lungs.

Quick as lightning, from her right, came an enourmous shadow. She didn't turn around fast enough.

A scream. An ear shattering, soul crushing scream.

Faileon.

She spun around on one leg, drawing her dagger. She launched without second thought. Her dagger burried deep into the creature's side. It let go of Faileon and turned to her. "STAND BACK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, seeing the others coming closer to help.

The wolf giant growled, preparing to launch again.

She was quicker. The dagger flew through the air like a hawk, slashing the animal's snout.

It whimpered. Then it jumped at her, mouth wide open. It bit down right on her shoulder. Crack. Crack, went her bones.

But now it was close enough for a finishing blow. She sent the blade directly into its neck. Not even a second after, she pulled it out with a slashing motion. Fresh, warm blood came spewing all over her.

The animal let go and staggered backwards. Its hind legs gave out. Its wailing turned into gurgling. It stood up, trying to run back into the cover of trees.

Sorontur's blade came crashing onto the nape of its neck.

It colapsed to the ground. It twitched, made one final bubbling noise and stopped moving.

Lissele wasted no time. She ran straight to Faileon.

Tears flowed down his cheeks in rivers. He breathed fast. Too fast. His entire right arm was covered in blood. His fingers were trembling. Good sign. But no time to celebrate just yet.

"Calm down." She sat next to him, cupping his face with one hand. Her other arm didn't listen, instead it hung loosely at her side. "Look at me, Faileon."

He was too in shock.

"I need a barn leaf, NOW! L'amieil!" she commanded, pressing down on the wounds gushing the most blood. "Rennard, all the clean water we have! Soru, help me stop the damned bleeding!"

He knelt next to them and took a firm hold of Faileon's arm.

"Barret, get bandages! All of them!" She leaned closer, trying to make eye contact, but failing. He probably didn't even know she was there. "You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna fix this. I'm gonna help you. You'll be okay. You're gonna be okay."

A few moments later, Rennard came rushing, holding three bottles. He dropped two of them on the ground and opened the third. He poured it on Faileon's arm as Lissele began washing the wounds. Faileon wailed and atempted to push her away with his healthy arm. She didn't sway. "Just bear it for a moment. I'll be done soon enough."

"I got the barn leaf!" L'amieil came running towards them.

"Good." With the wounds somewhat clean, she accepted the plant began rubbing its leaves into mush. "I'm sorry," she said, very quietly. Then she pushed the paste into one of the wounds.

Faileon screamed at the top of his lungs and then... collapsed. Rennard caught him from behind and held him upright as Lissele continued.

"I'm so sorry," she kept repeating, even though the boy had no way of hearing her. "I'm sorry... Barret, hand me the bandages, would you?" As she silently tied them around Faileon's arm, blood immediately seeped through them. The spots grew like blooming red flowers in the shape of a jaw. So much... He's bleeding so much. She did another layer tighter than the one before. This time the spots didn't grow as much. She had hope yet.

When all bandages were used up, she leaned away from him. With new realizations coming to her, she couldn't bring herself to calm down quite yet. "Soru, could you check something for me?" she said, staring blankly at the boy cradled in Rennard's arms.

"Of course," he stepped closer.

"Could you check the wolf's eyes?"

"Uh... yeah."

She barely heard his steps moving away and much less coming back again. She was in a fog so thick she couldn't see, couldn't really hear, couldn't think of anything but what words she will hear him utter.

He came right up to her and knelt by her side, taking her bloodied hand in his. He kept quiet for a few seconds and when he finally spoke, his voice was sombre. Quiet. The words came out as more of a breath, than a voice.

"They're red."

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Kinktober prompt #29: Safeword | Kihyun (MX) | 1k words ❧ Kinktober masterlist

You’re shaking, and that’s all you feel. Because it’s tiring. It’s wearing you out quicker than you’d expect, but it’s not like you’re in a state to expect anything - to think anything. Your body is exhausted and your mind itself feels weak. It’s understandable you only feel the most basic sensations, like the tremors running through your body. And it’s, then, also understandable that you don’t notice the drool running down your chin, mixing with tears that stream down your cheeks. You’re not even aware you’re crying. Or that you can’t feel your tied hands anymore, which is something you should probably mention to Kihyun.

It hurts. Your whole body hurts. Especially your thighs, muscles trembling and clenching to the point it burns like you’ve had an intense workout, as the vibrations continue stimulating your clit. It feels like it’s been hours since he’s started the torture. The pleasure is as strong as the pain - and you love it. Usually anyway. Today it feels like too much, but you’re not able to form a coherent thought. How many times did you cum anyway?

Suddenly you feel something new. A strange sensation you can’t quite place. If your brows wouldn’t be furrowed already, they would be now as you try to conjure enough strength to think about what the sensation is. It’s fleeting, gentle. It moves all over your face in elegant motions. You want to chase it, but your restraints hold you down. You lean into the touch, you think it’s touch, for as long as possible.

There’s a sound, you guess, something that interrupts the white noise of the vibrator. It’s far away, though, muffled, you can’t understand. The touch disappears and you make a noise, you think, something vibrates in your throat so that must be close enough. The nice feeling doesn’t return but you feel the vibrations stopping between your legs, and this time you know you whine and you feel fresh hot tears rolling down your cheeks. The toy is removed from your core and you feel a little calmer. You stay still and quiet. And as you remain that way, the touch returns and you hear the muffled noise again. Only now you hear it clearer, louder, closer.

“y/n?” you finally hear a sharp whisper next to your ear. It’s Kihyun. You want to curl into him, snuggle closer, but you can’t move. You really try, but it's useless and you feel the bed dip and feel his presence next to you, one arm around your waist and the other gently caressing your cheek as you sniffle.

"y/n, talk to me, how do you feel?" he asks. He's calm and his voice is caring, which makes you significantly calmer too. You don't worry about the punishment anymore - why did you in the first place? - he's obviously not mad. You can't really find it in yourself to speak, though, only one sound on your mind, one word, and so you say it. You feel like you need to, even if he's already made the first steps.

As soon as the word leaves your lips, he nods even if you can’t see, reassuring you with more gentle touches that it's alright. You feel his lips on your forehead.

"It's alright, darling. Let me take care of you," he speaks against your skin, planting a kiss there, "I'll untie your hands first, then I'll take off the blindfold. Maybe I'll need to go get some lotion for your hands, but we'll see about that. But I'm here, okay? I'm right here."

He speaks so softly you sniffle again, crying quietly, but he holds you. He keeps one of his arms around you while the other struggles to untie you. It takes him longer, but he knows you appreciate the comfort of being held. Eventually he manages to free your hands from the rope, helping you pull them to your chest as he gently massages your wrists and fingers.

“Can you move your fingers for me, love?” he asks, kissing your temple as you obey. Or you try to. Your fingers are numb, you have no feeling in them and they just don’t want to move. You hear him make a thoughtful sound, and as soon as he finishes removing your blindfold, his hands turn their attention back to yours. He helps you sit up slightly, letting you lean on his chest. He keeps your hands next to your sides, carefully applying pressure as he rubs small circles into the flesh, trying to help renew the circulation. You close your eyes, enjoying the tender attention. Slowly, feeling returns to your fingers and you flex them awkwardly. Still stiff from having been cramped in one position for too long. Kihyun sighs, hugging you close.

“You scared me,” he murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“Sorry,” you respond quietly.

“Not your fault, I should’ve paid more attention,” he’s quick to reassure you, still massaging your palms and wrists. Your skin is red with some dents where the rope bit into your body, but it doesn’t seem like there will be marks and that’s good enough.

“I love you. You did nothing wrong, you were so good for me,” he kisses your hair again, helping you settle in a more comfortable position so you could snuggle closer to him, nuzzle into the crook of his neck. He holds you tight, whispering more reassurances and praises as he plays with your hair, massaging your scalp.

When you finally speak, it’s to tell him you don’t want him to leave. He’d prefer to put some lotion on the reddened skin on your wrists, but he knows how vulnerable you are in this state and he can’t imagine leaving you alone, especially after you told him you want him here.

So he stays, and slowly you start feeling better. It feels a little like waking up, only slowly piecing your mind together. But he’s there and he holds you so tenderly. You feel safe in his arms, letting your boyfriend’s sweet voice guide you back to him.

#monsta x #kinktober 2022 #kihyun #monsta x reactions #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #drabble #smut

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charleslebatman · 11 months

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i’m really trying to trust alex about all this “i want to be private” thing but her posting tik tok is not helping at all 😭

The TikTok thing isn’t very relevant for me. It’s more the things next to it. I don't know if it's a good idea for me to respond to this when it's very late at my house. 💀

But I didn't buy into the whole staying private thing anymore, when maybe her art account was a way for her to message gossip accounts. Remember that story about Charles is in NY, she posts a piece of finding in NY. He's in Turin, she posts something related to that. It's been like that many times. Not once, not twice, but several times. Coincidences add up.

Then a lot of people wondered how her "fans" had managed to get access to photos of her before it was even official. I think her art account may have been a way for them to communicate with her. Pure speculation, of course. But it remains a doubt.

Then the fact of having left it public, I understand the approach, but it also served her well to get people talking. Drop me a line if you like. But these are just my doubts and questions. You can't take away the fact that many things are strange and leave an unfinished taste. I think if she'd kept you private, things would have been a lot clearer and less weird than they’re now.

I think the private thing comes much more from Charles, who tries to strike a balance between showing off but not too much. I think she's smarter than most people give her credit for, and she's very good at letting people see her without it coming from her. This story with her friend who filmed her during the GP and that many say it's not her fault. That true. But I'm sorry, if I really want to remain private, I'll ask my friend to remove my name, just for that. It's not fans taking photos discreetly.

I told you, it was hard for me to make up my mind, that it changes every week. I wanted to give her a chance, but come to think of it, there’re too many yikes that won't leave me. That doesn't mean I'm going to start hating her or anything. I'm just asking myself some questions and I admit it's not all for the best.

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dru-plays-starbound · 1 year

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Look Back, by Looking Forwards

Universe: Starbound CW: Fantasy religion, food Words: 1,653 Context: Written for the Spring 2023 prompt, "Featherfood".

The ship hummed gently under Mio's touch as she idly scanned the navigation console. Nobu was worried about one of the ship's fins, so she was searching for a repair station when there was a rap on the Bridge door. "Come," Mio called, attention still on her search. "Irritated. Captain, I demand you remove crewmember Xictli from my kitchen." Mio turned towards the copper glitch, tilting her head. "Why? What's the matter, Sparkfoot?" "She has pilfered my pantry, abused my cookware, and is carving up my kitchen! Demanding. You need to improve these conditions!" Mio stood, making calming gestures. "Alright. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. I'll speak to her now."

Mio left the Bridge with Sparkfoot marching beside her, and headed to the back of the ship, towards the Commons and crew quarters. At the junction between Mech and Hydroponics, Mio stopped. "Why don't you wait here?" she said, gesturing to the armchair. Sparkfoot shook his head. "Surly. I would rather see justice." "Apologies. Let me make myself clearer: Ordering. You will remain here." Sparkfoot's eye lights winked on and off. Mio crossed her arms. Sparkfoot gracefully descended into the chair. "Tetchy. I will remain here." "Grateful." With a dip of her head, Mio set off again, through Hydroponics, through the crew lounge, and into the Commons.

Inside, she found most of her crew clustered together, listening to the banging and crashing from the galley. "What, by the Ocean Tides, is going on here?" As one, the crew jumped, turning to view their irate captain. "Back to work. All of you!" The crew started to dissipate, but Fife, the medic, paused on the way out. "Don't be too hard on her, Cap'n," yon said. "There's an important date coming up on the Grounded calendar." Mio nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

Mio hardly knew how to make sense of Sparkfoot's usually ordered galley. The surfaces not covered with flour were instead smeared with baking grease. A stack of cracked eggshells stood on the counter next to a huge mixing bowl and a tub leaking pale pink goo. On the hob, emitting a dark miasma, was a tray of charcoal bricks. Xictli – dressed in an outfit peppered with beads, golden thread, and flour – stood over the tray, an ebb and flow of obscenities frothing from the sunset-orange avian. "Lieutenant Xictli, by salt and sand, what are you doing? Sparkfoot is livid, and you know how long it took me to find a chef who would stay longer than three jumps. Please get this place back into Bristol fashion, post haste." "With all due respect, Captain, I can't. Not until I've finished this." Xictli lowered her head, making a slow swiping motion with her beak. "Sparkfoot doesn't have all the right ingredients, so I was trying to improvise. But," she gestured defeatedly to the lumps of charcoal, "it's not working."

Mio took a breath, letting it out slowly to avoid flaring her gills. She paced to the sink, drew a glass of water, and held it out to Xictli. "Tell me what you're trying to do. I can't help if you don't explain." Xictli looked from the water to her captain and back. She sighed, dipping her beak into the glass to lap up the water. "The anniversary of the Grounded Ascendancy is tomorrow. It's the day we cast off the chains of Kluex and fled Avos to the stars. Our ancestors took few victuals that day, and in honour of their courage, we eat the same as they did. The key dish is Featherfood." "Why didn't you say before?" Mio raised a brow ridge. "I would have been happy to add that to the last supply run. You know I would." "According to tradition, it has to be made in one's home. I can't remember the last time I left the ship, let alone went back to Merak's Nest."

Mio closed her lower two eyes, humming to herself, as Xictli took another sip of water. Mio opened her eyes. "What," she asked thoughtfully, "constitutes declaring a place one's home?" "I- Captain? I'm not sure I understand." Xictli ground her beak. "Must one have lived there for a long time? May one have only spent one night there? Could," Mio added pointedly, "it be as simple as a place another has opened to you for use?" Xictli blinked. "Well. Um. Since our ancestors made their victuals in the homes of people they stayed with, I would say the latter could count. Captain, I'm still confused…" "Get me a shopping list of ingredients you'll need and get this place squared away. Then meet me by the secondary teleporter on level seven of the Altais colony in two hours. Understood?" "But- Cap-?" Mio flared her gills. "Is that understood?" "Yes, Captain."

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Xictli waited against the trunk of a tree, head back, watching the flickering lights in the night sky as glowing rain pattered down into the leaves, painting the world with bright gold. On the wind, from the far end of the park, came the gentle tinkle of a wind chime. She sighed, eyes sliding closed. A hum started in the back of her throat, joined by rhythmic clicks and whistles.

"That's a pretty tune. I didn't know you could sing." Xictli's eyes snapped open. "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting," Mio said. She'd changed from her uniform into a red kimono, the silk changing from poppy-bright to wine-dark in the flickering rain. Mio smiled. "I forgot what a pain feathercrowns are to pull. This way."

Xictli blinked and followed as the Captain made her way through the park and down the wide road. "Where are we going?" Xictli asked. Mio glanced back with a smile. "You'll see. Did you get the galley back to good order?" "Yes, Captain. I… I also apologised to Chef." Mio's shoulders dipped with the release of tension. "Thank you."

After a short walk, they turned off the main road into a short alley and stopped in front of a modest wooden house. Mio touched a webbed hand to a sensor, and the door swung open. "Boots off, please," she said, walking in. Xictli kicked off her boots and stood, nonplussed, in the entryway. "What is this place?" "Welcome, child of Merak," Mio said, holding out a pair of slippers in both hands. "I open my home to you and greet you with the affection of family. Whatever you need, I shall provide, so long as my hospitality is not abused." Xictli opened her beak but wordlessly shut it again. Mio gave a gentle smile. "I think that should do the trick. Come now, we've got baking to get started on." Xictli slid her feet into the slippers and trailed after Mio.

The house was refined, almost delicate. Wide windows framed the planet's sweet meadows and gently rolling hills. White textured walls contrasted classic dark-wood furniture, decorated with greenery and ocean mementoes. The kitchen was a mix of warm rustic cabinets and modern appliances. Onto the table, Mio was unpacking food from a bag. "I have everything you included on that list, and a few extra items for dinner," she said, folding the bag and placing it out of the way. "Where do we start?"

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Xictli directed preparations: While Mio diced the feathercrows, cooking them with sugar to make a compote, Xictli sliced open the beakseeds. She scooped out the crunchy seeds, grinding them into a powder to mix with the flour and more sugar. With the compote cooling on the stove, Mio mashed the beakseed pulp with a little water, then handed it to Xictli who stirred it into the dry ingredients to make a dough. They split the dough, kneaded it and left it to rise while they had a cup of fragrant tea and dinner of rice cakes and coralcreep sushi.

Then it was back to work, rolling the dough and shaping it into long flat strips. Mio followed Xictli's instructions, adding a little compote and winding the dough into a spiral. The buns went into the oven – watched carefully this time – until they'd risen to a glorious golden brown. Sweet, yeasty steam billowed from the oven as the buns were carefully removed, and the two women gazed at the sticky Featherfood with pride. "Oh, they smell delicious," Mio said. "Do you think we should sample one? Just to make sure the others are alright, you understand…" Xictli grinned, nudging Mio in the side. "Oh, I understand. But no, they're for the celebrations. Webs off. There's one last touch missing…" From a small earthenware pot, Xictli drew delicate petals of edible gold shaped like feathers and placed one in the center of each bun. "Perfect."

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With the buns slid into the fridge, Mio led Xictli to a guest room. "We may as well stay here for the night and return to the ship tomorrow. Will that give you enough time to prepare for the ceremony?" "Yes." Xictli dipped her beak, making that sliding motion again. "Captain… I don't even know how to begin to thank you for your assistance…" Mio held up a hand. "You don't need to. Xictli, you're not just my lieutenant. You're my right-hand, one of my oldest crewmembers. Dare I say…" colour rose to her cheeks, "a best friend. My family. I am embarrassed you felt you couldn't come to me for help in the first place." "I know. I should have. You're so busy though, and I didn't want to bother you with something so trivial-" "Trivial! Xictli, one's beliefs are not trivial. Carrying out one's customs and ceremonies is not trivial. Please," Mio took Xictli's hands, "next time, don't hesitate. What's the point of building the New Protectorate if my own crew can't practice their culture without fear." Xictli closed her eyes and dipped her beak. "Thank you, Mio." Mio smiled, squeezing Xictli's hands before letting them go. "Always, my friend."

#cw fantasy religion #cw food #writing #starbound #starbound fanfic #starbound fanfiction #oc mio #oc xictli #wandering words #after I finished I realised I may have accidentallyed space jews? As a gentile if this is offensive in any way *please* let me know #so I can tag accordingly or something

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emmlovesmarvel · 2 years

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Chapter 3 - Check-Up

Lennox POV

My foster dad, Joe, was standing over me with his hunting knife. Whenever I did something wrong, he would punish me by adding another mark on my body.

"Are you incompetent or something?! You were supposed to get me Merlot. Not this Prosecco shit. You aren't even worth the pay check anymore. How can someone be so stupid?" He spat at me on the ground, punching me seconds before.

There's one cut. I try not to wince but he reopened another scar.

"You need to learn to deal with the pain, you dumb slut. Because there's a lot more where that came from."

Second cut. I am in so much pain, I start to go numb. He takes me down to the basement where the chair is. He ties my wrists and feet against the chair so I can't struggle. Not that I could anyways because of how much pain I'm in. He pulls out the electric stick. I must've made him mad today. I yelp at the new pain coming from my left side. The more I scream, the more pleasure he gets. I would rather be under Lillian's mercy than Joe's right about now.

"Next time, you better know the difference." He yelled while punching my face.

I wake up gasping for air with tears in my eyes making it impossible to see where I am. I hear a voice trying to get through to me, but my heartbeat is making it hard to hear.

"Nex. Lennox, baby. It's me, it's Lena. I need you to breathe for me, Len. Take a big breath. Listen to my voice. I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. Just take a breath." Lena says trying to help me calm down.

I manage to breathe in and start to calm down. I can finally see and I look up to Lena and Kara sitting on my bed.

"Are you okay if I touch you, Lennox?" I nod slowly.

Lena takes me into a hug and strokes my back softly. My ear is right above her heart, making me calm down. She kisses the top of my head and starts to rub circles into my chest with her palm. The motion of that is really grounding and calming. I can finally breathe normal and hear much clearer.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? Do you want to talk about it?" Kara suggests, putting her hand on mine.

I just shake my head, not wanting to admit what I went through. They'll think I'm weak.

"That's okay, baby you don't have to." Lena whispers into my hair, still rubbing my chest and back while I'm leaned into her.

Kara speeds out of the room and comes back with some water, which I thankfully take. This is a new perk I could get used to.

"Thank you, Kara." I smile after drinking the whole glass.

"Do you want to go back to sleep, my love?" Lena asks me lifting my chin so I'm looking in her eyes.

"N-no. I don't think I'll be able to." I croak back.

"That's okay sweetheart. Would you like us to stay here with you and we could read or just talk?" She asks.

"It's okay, you don't have to. I'm sorry for making you come in here." I say, with sleep laced in my voice.

"Hey, my love no. Don't apologize. Everyone gets nightmares. And it's okay to cry. Kara and I are both here to help you, okay?" Lena says cupping my face with both hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm not used to anyone helping me." I say looking at Lena then to Kara and back down to my hands. "I'll try to be good."

"Lennox, sweetheart, it is not your fault for the way you were conditioned. Lillian and your foster dad raised you in a completely inappropriate way. No child should have to go through what you went through. No person, should have to go through what you went through. I am so sorry you had to, sweetheart. Lena, and me if you'll have it, want to show you what proper love and care looks like. And even more because you are so sweet and cute." Kara says, softly lifting my head to look at her. "It's okay if you want us to stay and help you fall back asleep. It's okay to let us know if you are in any pain, if you're hungry, or if you need something else. We want you to tell us. Does that sound like something you can practice doing?"

"Yeah, I think so." I say slightly smiling.

"That's my girl." Lena says pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Could you both stay with me and help me fall asleep?" I ask shyly.

"Agh, we thought you'd never ask!" Kara and Lena say before looking at each other and tackling me into a hug, gently not to hurt me. I think I could get used to this.

I choose not to comment on the obvious awkward tension between the two women. I must've interrupted something. They clearly are in love with each other so hopefully they both realize that.

Kara is super warm, making it easy for me to drift off. I eventually fall asleep in Kara's arms with Lena pressed against my back with her arm around my waist protectively.

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I wake up to the smell of bacon. I haven't smelled that in a long time. Kara is still asleep with me in her arms. She starts to stir and meets my eyes looking at her.

"Good morning, my cuddle bug! How did you sleep?" She asks happily.

"Good! You're really warm and comfy to sleep against." I say giggling.

"Yeah, Lena's told me that too. It's the Kryptonian genes." She replies. "I don't have super smelling, but I can definitely smell the bacon Lena is cooking. Should we go eat? Lena makes really good pancakes so maybe she made some." Kara says tickling my stomach making me laugh.

"Yes, let's go! I need to pee first." I say heading into the bathroom.

I walk into the kitchen and Lena hugs me from behind slightly lifting me off the ground.

"Hi, my love. How did you sleep?" She asks placing a kiss on my head, slightly tickling my uninjured side.

"Really good! Kara is an amazing cuddler!" I say sitting down at the bar next to the Kryptonian.

"Yeah she really is. Those Kryptonian genes!" Lena says laughing, flipping the bacon and pancakes.

I manage to have 1 pancake and 2 pieces of bacon. I hate having a little stomach. If I eat too much, I'll definitely throw up.

"The pancake was so good, Lena! Sorry you make so much and I can't eat a lot of it." I say looking down at my plate.

"Hey don't apologize baby, it's not your fault. I'm glad you're eating as much as you can, okay?" Lena says rubbing her hand up and down my back.

"Yeah, maybe someday you can eat as much as me!" Kara says.

"Oh man, I sure hope not. You had like 30 pancakes!" I say laughing.

"They're just so good!" Kara says making us laugh.

When we finish our breakfast, I go into my bathroom to take a shower.

"Do you need any help, Len?" Lena asks me while getting a towel out for me.

"I think I'll be okay." I smile back at her.

"Okay, just be sure to be careful with your bandage. Call out if you need anything!" Lena says shutting the bathroom door behind her.

The hot water feels so good on my sore body. It stings my forehead a little but I get used to it. The shampoo Lena has in here, smells like her and I love it.

30 minutes later I walk out realizing it was past my limit! Lena will be so mad!

I get dressed quickly and walk out to them sitting on the couch watching something.

"I'm so sorry, Lena. I went past my limit." I say standing in front of her. I brace for a hit but it doesn't come.

"Limit? Lennox, honey there's no limit while you're in the shower, okay? You can take as long as you want. It probably soothed your body a little bit, huh?" She asks guiding me to her lap.

"Lennox, if you ever make a mistake, I will never hit you or anything, okay? I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again. If you don't believe me, Supergirl here can make sure of it." She says kissing my forehead. "Do you hear me? I will never hurt you, baby."

I nod in response and wrap my arms around her neck. I can feel Kara's hand now rubbing my back. I will never get used to this nice touch. I feel so safe for once in my life.

"Lennox, can we ask you something?" Kara asks.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"We were wanting to know about taking you to where Kara works as Supergirl. It's called the DEO. Kara's sister Alex, works there too and we want her to check the rest of your injuries and maybe take some blood to make sure you're all healthy. Would you be okay with that? Kara and I will be there the whole time and Alex is super nice and can't wait to meet you." Lena says to me.

I hesitate because I hate being touched by strangers but I trust Lena and Kara.

"Yeah that would be okay. You'll be there the whole time?" I ask to make sure.

"Yes, we will." Kara replies.

I nod and we head down to Lena's car.

As we walk in I'm a bit intimidated at how big the building is. Everyone's walking around in all black and there are a few with guns. Joe had guns. They scare me. I grip Lena's hand a little tighter.

We walk into the med bay and I see a woman with short red hair dressed in all black with no gun on her. She turns towards us and hugs Kara and Lena before introducing herself.

"You must be Lennox. I'm Alex, Kara's sister. It's nice to meet you!" She says sweetly crouching to my height.

"It's nice to meet you too, Alex." I say back smiling slightly.

"Okay so I'll just have you take a seat right up on here and we can get started." Kara helps lift me up onto the bed.

"Okay, can I have you take off your shirt so I can have a look at your bruises and cuts?"

I nod and take it off.

As she examines me I can tell she is sad just like Kara and Lena were. I know it's out of love but it's still so exposing and embarrassing.

Alex is very gentle when touching me. I'm starting to trust her too. Lena is sitting next to me while Kara went to go talk to someone named J'onn I think.

"Alright Lennox, those are all healing nicely, including your burn. Would it be okay if I took some blood? It'll be a slight pinch but will only last about 15 seconds." She asks.

I've been through worse than a prick in my arm, so I nod without hesitation.

Lena offers her hand to me which I take. Alex inserts the needle and I see the blood go into the little tube. Weird. She finishes and puts a piece of cotton on it and wraps it in blue tape.

"You did amazing! I'm just going to go run this and I'll be back." Alex says walking out.

Lena kisses the top of my head and pulls me into her.

"You did so good, honey. I'm proud of you." She whispers.

I smile back at her.

Kara comes back in with who I assume is J'onn. I tense up but then I remember that Lena and Kara would protect me.

"Lennox, this is my friend J'onn. He's an alien like me. He's like me and Alex's dad." Kara says sitting next to me.

"Hi Lennox, it's very nice to meet you." He says calmingly. I can tell he has a calmer energy and it makes me less tense.

"Nice to meet you too." I smile back.

A few minutes later Alex comes back in.

"Everything looks good! She's underweight and is deficient in some things but I will give you some supplements. I also recommend this diet regimen." Alex hands Lena a piece of paper.

"Thank you so much Alex, we really appreciate it."

"Thanks for being gentle, Alex." I say, shyly looking at her.

"Of course Lennox, you were the best patient I've ever had! Much better than Kara here." She laughs while Kara nudges her in the arm.

"You ready to go home for some lunch, Len?" Lena asks me. I nod in agreement and get off the bed.

Kara had to stay at the DEO so it's just me and Lena.

We head into the penthouse and I sit down on the couch.

"Is there anything you want in particular?" Lena asks me.

"No I'm still full from breakfast." I say ashamed.

"That's okay. How about I make you a protein shake so you can sip slowly on that?"

"Yeah that sounds good. Thanks Lena."

"Of course, my love." She says kissing my forehead.

Once I finish about half my shake, I start to fall asleep on her shoulder. Her arm is wrapped around my waist from behind and there is a blanket draped over us.

I hate that I am tired all the time but Lena reminded me that I need it since I only slept about 4 hours each night before I got here.

"You can sleep, honey. I'm right here." She says kissing my head.

I finally give in and fall asleep.

#lena luthor x little sister #lena luthor #lena #luthor #supercorp #supergirl #karadanvers #alexdanvers #lillian luthor

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lucyandthepen · 6 months

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don’t be sorry for the late reply 😠🫵🏼 it’s fine !! yayyy I hope that you’re having a great time in AUS hihi

thank youuu ! it’s not even exam period I’m just really tired and stressed because I feel like I’m doing everything wrong (even tho I’m not lol) but really thank you🫶🏼

aespa concert was so much fun !!!! I had a great seat and everything, the girls were so pretty the show was perfect. I fell in love with Giselle and fell harder with winter 🫠🫠

YAY THE MCOUNTDOWN WAS AMAZIIIING, honestly I went there just knowing zerobaseone, Taemin, dream and psy songs😭 Ateez was there, El7zup, treasure, k-tiger, dreamcatcher and shownu x hyungwon.

not gonna lie since the concert I can’t stop listening to ateez music, they were so amazing (and I fell in love with Mingi 🫠)

but the concert was amaziiing too, I still can’t believe I saw dream for the second time this year 😭

-for the dress, there is no theme. since it’s a religious mariage and everything we’ll just have a lil dinner but i really don’t know how to dress 💀like i don’t want to be overdressed but not underdressed (?) either

GLOOM HANDS ARE LITERALLY MY NIGHTMARE !!???? they are so scary like i can’t 😭 whenever i see them my heart start beating so fast lol

it’s always such a pleasure to me to talk with you uhuhu 🥲💓

-🍭

i was! it was a short but REALLY fun trip and i got to see the university i'll be headed to next year. NGL it really looks like hogwarts and that makes me SO happy like it's so different from anything i've experienced before!

i do understand that impostor syndrome can get the best of us but!! just remember that you're doing your best and that's all that matters! ofc academic performance is always important but don't let it be the thing that defines your life and your happiness as in the end there are definitely more important things than getting the best grades. as long as you're sure you're trying your hardest, you can't ever go wrong! that said, i'm sure you'll do excellently and i'm rooting for you! hopefully once the school year winds down (is that soon?) you'll be able to relax and give yourself a physical and mental reprieve.

i'm so glad you got to see so many talented groups! esp aespa and dream — it must have been SO surreal seeing them! do you have any more concerts lined up for yourself this year? :o i hope that even more people get to visit your area so you'll be able to go! i actually like a few ateez songs but don't listen to them regularly. what are your favorites?? recommend me some good music!

i completely understand the dress thing :( sometimes it's hard to find the right balance even if you have free reign. actually, i feel like having free reign makes it even harder for some reason because at least if there were like strict rules you'd have a clearer idea of what you could or couldn't do... but i'm sure you'll find the nicest dress for you; you're gonna look gorgeous!! (describe it to me once you find the perf one!)

SAME I HATE THAT THERE ARE EYES ON THE PALMS?? LIKE I PHYSICALLY GAG EVERY TIME I SEE THEM and i used to get so stressed out by their screeching to the point that i'd mute the game :(((( like you alr have tentacle hands and weird eyes WHERE IS THE SCREAMING COMING FROM? U DONT HAVE A MOUTH? it's so unholy.......... sometimes i just climb up someplace they can't reach and hope they get tired and disappear so i can collect the dark clumps LMAO

it's always so nice to hear from you and i like to save your messages for when i have the most time to reply to you so i can really focus on everything you say and share. it's such a pleasure to hear the great things going on in your life and i can only hope you keep sharing more successes and joys with me!!

#lucy.exe

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