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violetnotez · 4 years

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Can I request a storyline where reader and Ms. Joke gives advice to each other to ask their crushes out. (Reader crushing on Bakugou and Ms. Joke likes Eraserhead). Also I love your Dabi fic it's so damn amazing.

Anon I know this took so long but I loved this idea ALOT. Like-literally GENIUSSSSSSSS!!!! And omg I’m so happy you liked my Dabi fics!!!🥺😭

Another fic for the @bnhabookclub event! If you wanna join in, heres the link!

Also pls ignore that Ms Jokes shoulder has disappeared I forgot to fix it 💀

Bakugo x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 2000+

⤷ Warnings: cursing

⤷ Synopsis: As your helping your hero aunt Ms. Joke concoct a plan to win over Eraserhead, the conversation somehow turns to your crush on Bakugo. Even though you feel comfortable talking about the hotheaded boy with your aunt over the phone, you don’t realize how bad that idea is until a certain someone decided to eavesdrop outside the door.

Song Recs: ⤷ Leave This Place-Lione ⤷All This Time-Deorro ⤷Start It Over-NOTD

“Okay okay, how about this one-

“Can you pass me my inhaler, because you just took my breath away!”

Ms. Joke made an over exaggerated attempt at swooning, her voice airy and theatrical. You couldn’t help but giggle at her antics, your nose scrunching at the terrible pick up line she just gave you.

“I don’t think that one will work Auntie,” you mused, your phone on speaker as you tidied up your UA dorm room.

Not many people were aware of it, but your aunt was Ms. Joke, the comedy hero. It was quite a shocker when you let that information out to your classmates, as they couldn’t understand why you had went to UA over her hero school. It was true you had entertained the idea of going, but as much as you loved your aunt-you could only tolerate her for so long. She was so fun and energetic to be around, but that energy quickly became draining after a few hours.

The thought of having to be around your aunt every day made you feel tired just thinking about it, so you had kindly opted to try UA instead. Your aunt was a little disappointed that you had picked UA over her school, but she was over the moon excited for you to finally follow her footsteps and become a hero.

It also didn’t hurt that you would be around Aizawa quite a lot-and she definitely used that to her advantage.

“Oh Cmon tho, Jitter Bug, he would love it!” She exclaimed through the phone. “That one is such a laugh riot!”

“I think you forget that Mr. Aizawa isn’t too big on jokes,” you gave her a short giggle as you began to fold the freshly cleaned clothes on your bed.

“Hm….” she hummed in thought.

“What about-I’m thirsty, and guess whose body is 75% water? I’d then give him a killer smile to go along with it-he can’t say no to me then!”

Your cheeks turned incredibly red-the thought of your aunt hitting on your teacher so openly like that? Revolting.

You made a gagging noise at the prospect, a nervous laugh spilling out.

“I swear if you do that, I will dig my own grave and lay in there from second hand embarrassment,”

A belly laugh erupted in the other end of the line, Ms. Joke’s chuckles high pitched and uncontrollable.

“You really are a hard one to impress, huh?” She said between laughter.

“That type of pick up line is a little too young though-you babies are the ones that say ‘thirsty’ all the time…”

You heard a little hum on the other side of the phone, signaling she was thinking deeply.

“Why don’t you use that one on that boy you like, what’s his name again?”

She asked good naturedly, a hint of sneakiness in her voice. “It’s-Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo, right?”

Your eyes went wide like saucers, your body language going rigid.

“Auntie you cant say that so loud, I’m on speaker phone!” You hushed her.

Your cheeks went insanely red, your head swiveling to look at your door.

Damn you and not closing it properly-anybody walking by could have heard!

Your aunt only knew about your crush because she had noticed you staring quite intently at Bakugou at your provisional licensing exam, her questions hard to not answer truthfully. She had promised not to tell anyone, not even your parents, but she used it against you nevertheless.

You sighed a breath of relief once you were satisfied that no one had walked by, your head turning back to your phone call.

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Unknowing to you, someone had walked by-Bakugo.

It was later in the day and getting close to his early bedtime, so he had come up to tell you to be quiet.

It felt strange walking up to your room-Bakugo knew he was beginning to like you, more than just a classmate or a friend, yet he didn’t quite want to believe it.

He shouldn’t have all these vulnerable feelings, he should be focusing on training and nothing more. But the more and more he tried to ignore it the more and more he realized how much he truly admired you-you were so damn pretty to him, your laugh and smile always making a blush rise to his cheeks, and the way you would look at him so innocently whenever he spoke to you made his whole world light up.

He liked how you respected him, but you would also put him in his place if needed.You were really one of the few only people he would listen to, which made it even worse-you had a power over him you didn’t even know about. It frustrated him, but he cared about your opinion too damn much to openly defy your wishes.

It sucked how easily he’d fallen for you, but he couldn't make it stop, no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he trudged up the stairs to your room, he noticed the door unlocked, a strange thing for him to see since he had prepared himself to knock. Whatever-less time waiting outside your door. He lightly leaned himself against the adjacent wall, ready to yell his warning at you quickly until he heard the familiar voice of Ms. Joke speak his name from a phone call.

The hell were you even talking about?

He couldn’t help it, he had to listen in, it was him you were talking about after all. As much as he didnt want to care, he hoped it was only good things you were speaking of, his heart fluttering when he heard your aunt say “you like him.”

Was it true? Did you really feel the same for him?

Bakugo instantly felt himself to sweat, his vermillion eyes wide as he prayed the news he was hearing wasn’t a lie-you had to like him back. You just had to.

Ms. Joke laughed at your distress, her voice lighthearted and loud.

“Oops, sorry!” She said, not a single ounce of remorse in her tone. “But really, y/n, what do you see in that boy! He’s so-well-“

“Harsh?” You finished her sentence, shuffling on your bed.

“Exactly! He’s always so mean and entitled too-you can’t find another boy in UA? What about Shoto-hes a pretty one!”

You gave a giggle, your hands fiddling nervously with your hair.

“Shoto is just a friend Auntie, and besides, he’s quite reserved-Bakugo isn’t,” you sighed, “Ive never meant anyone like him before.

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Bakugo’s heart beat painfully in his chest from outside the door.

This was fucking wrong-he was being a total creepster eaves dropping in your private conversation.

He kept telling himself that this was all okay, because you were talking about him and it was your goddamn fault for speaking about him behind his back-

But he knew deep down it was because he wanted so badly to know. He just wanted to be reassured that there was a connection between you two and he could pursue it somehow.

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“He’s just so-different. He is really harsh and brutally honest-it makes him kinda unique in a way. He’s always so driven, trying to do his best to be the best-it’s infectious, ya know? I can't help but admire him for that.”

you admired him? god, hearing those words sent him over the moon. You sounded so sweet and so soft as you relayed all your inner feelings to Ms. Joke, his heart was practically swooning.

Your aunt gave a small nod at your words, her voice much more understanding.

“Have you talked to him? Tried to ask him out or do anything you little kiddies usually do when you have a crush?” She asked playfully.

You sighed, your hands combing through your hair.

“Oh I could never! He wouldn’t like me back-he’s too into his school work. And he is super harsh-god I don’t know what I’d do if he’d reject me….”

“I understand you full heartedly JitterBug,” she used your nickname again, a groan slipping out of your lips.

“Are you yiu ever going to stop calling me that!”

“Never!” She exclaimed, her voice loud and cheerful again. “Your my wonderful little JitterBug and I’m going to keep calling you that until I kick the bucket!

“But really,” she sighed, her tone much more serious. “You never know until you try! I got rejected myself many, many, MANY times-but Im still doing perfectly fine!”

You held back a small snicker-your aunt, the Jokester Hero, who can’t hold a conversation without cackling like a maniac, the one who wears the most ridiculous outfits, has a chaotic fighting style, and has been pinning over the same guy since her internship days as a rookie?

Yeah, perfectly fine isn’t the best way you would describe her.

You simply hummed a nod in order to satiate her a response, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Ugh, I just got a call-they need me to help out with some robbery,” you aunt huffed out, her tone clearly tired. You felt a little bad for the hero-she must have been having a pretty crazy day.

“I’m sorry we had to cut our call so short!”

“Oh no it’s no problem!” You reasuresed her happily, “stay safe out there!”

“You two Jitterbug! Byeeeee!” She practically yelled her goodbye into the phone, making you flinch.

You breathed a tranquil sigh, readying yourself to start studying for your tests when you heard a loud banging upon your door.

“Oi, dumbass, can I come in for a minute?” The gruff voice of Bakugo filled the room, making your blood shiver-

Bakugo?!? Wait-was he there the whole time?!?

You teeth were practically chattering from that overwhelming fear, your cheeks red and your eyes wide.

You seriously were going to crawl into a hole and never come out if he heard that whole conversation.

You crawled off your bed, your hand making their way to the door to peak it open slightly.

Bakugo’s heart was thumping violently in his chest-now he knew you felt the same for him, this was going to be extremely easy. But he still felt really nervous, especially when your hair was so perfectly messy like that and your cheeks were dusted with pink like you were already nervous yourself.

God damn, why did you have to be so attractive? It just messed everything up for him, making him feel like he couldn’t think straight.

“Hey Bakugo, I-Uh-what’s up? Did you need something?”

“Yeah,” he replied gruffly, his nerves making his hand sweat more than usual. “something like that,”

Damn quirk, he thought in annoyance, shoving his hands into his pants. “You gonna let me in?”

“Oh-uh,”you began to stutter, shifting away from the door and opening it up slightly, “sure, yeah!”

He grinned to himself at your adorableness-did you always act this nervous around him? How did he not notice you like him before-it was so obvious to see now when you were fidgeting like that.

He strutted into your room, a new found confidence in him as he shut the door of the room for you, practically trapping you in with him. A mischievous smirk graced his lips, making your heart thump against your ribcage.

“Don’t want anyone overhearing by accident cause you cant close a door right,”

You groaned in embarrassment.

Welp-he knew.

You gave him a small look, your eyes doe -like and scrunched up in uneasiness.

“How much of that did you hear?” You asked timidly.

Bakugo scoffed, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face.

“All of it, Jitterbug,”

You groaned yet again, plopping your body onto the bed in embarrassment.

How could this happen?! He was right-you should have closed the door! You covered your face with your hands, your fingers trailing against your forehead and your hair.

“God I’m so sorry, I probably sounded like a creep, I didn’t mean to-“ you tried to apologize and explain yourself, your cheeks a cherry red.

“Do you like me?” He interrupted you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You looked up timidly-god, was he always this intimidating?

He was standing right in front you, his overwhelming stature making you feel so small and overpowered. He was wearing this strange smirk, as if he was enjoying interrogating you.

That usually wasn’t a Bakugo thing to do, to smirk like that, but damn, was it kinda-hot. You could really only focus on that, on the way his lips curled up so softly like he was happy about something but trying to repress it. It was warm and inviting, and you couldn’t help but feel some of your awkwardness melt away.

“How would you feel if I said ‘yes’?” You tried your best to lighten the mood some what, a nervous smile slipping against your lips.

Bakugo knelt down, his body so much more closer to you. His hands went on each side of your legs, his thumbs just brushing your outer thigh. He caged you in to the bed with his arms, his face mere inches from yours.

Well shit.

You felt the blood rush to your face, your ears pounding-you never knew he felt this warm so close, and god-did he really smell like salted caramel? His vermillion eyes were boaring to yours, sending your senses into over drive.

“And how would it feel if I said ‘yes’?” He turned your words against you, his voice husky and deep form being so close.

You squirmed from nerves, your hands going to play with your hair. It was so strange being so close to him, and you didn’t know what to do.

You looked so cute flustered like this-Bakugo internally tried to remember this perfectly, mentally writing down your adorable mannerisms and facial expression to memory. As much as he loved this, you were taking too long for a reply, and he was getting a little annoyed.

“What was that? I’m still waiting,” he asked gruffly, his voice low and sultry.

You gulped, feeling a pang in your heart from hearing that type of voice come from him. Directed to you.

“I-Uh-yes, I-I do, I've liked you for a while now,” you revealed, your cheeks practically tomato red.

He smirked at your expression, slowly lifting his body with off the weight.

You looked up in confusion, already feeling cold without his warm body so close to yours.

“Good,” he replied, his voice prideful, “cause I feel the same way.”

“You do!” You practically shouted, your eyes wide with shock.

The Bakugo-“liked you” liked you? You could practically scream with happiness.

“Well yeah dumbass, why would I say that if I didn’t?” He chuckled slightly, his bright red eyes still drinking you in.

Now his nerves were coming out again, a heaviness feeling his stomach as he realized what he had to do now.

“I-I’m not good at this shit, but-

“Wanna go out tomorrow?”

You were practically screaming like a little girl internally. This was happening? Was this all just a cruel dream?

Only one way to figure out if this was real or not.

You stood up from the bed, bringing yourself close to the hot head.

Now it was Bakugo’s turn to be embarrased-he was getting too comfortable being the one to make you nervous. He forgot how you could make him so flustered, your warm smile and pretty eyes making his heart thump painfully and his mind go into a panicked standstill.

Your hands shakily wrapped around his neck, slow to see how he would react.

God, you had thought about touching his hair for so long now, it was even better than you imagined-soft and fluffy like a cloud, you ran your hands through the spiky locks. The faint smell of caramel wafted into your nose agaun, making you feel nervous and calm at the same time.

He was slightly rigid, staring at you with shocked eyes-but he seemed to not mind this. You smiled softly, your heart thumping-it was now or never.

You slowly got on your toes and leaned yourself into his lips, surprised how warm they felt. At first he didn’t move, which scared you-but he eventually began to move against your lips, a little rough but still pleasant. A flood of warmth filled your body, your hands relaxing against his body. You felt his arms wrap around your body, his lips now taking the lead and guiding you into him.

You couldn’t believe how good this felt, how perfect and surreal it was.

But you remembered-sadly- breathing was a thing, your lungs burning as you both reluctantly pulled away.

You thanked your aunt for her loud mouth in your blissful daze, because without her, you wouldn’t be kissing your crush now.

You smiled at the blonde, his cheeks dusted with red and his eyes drinking you in.

“Tomorrow sounds great.”

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infinites-chaser · 3 years

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//.reverie // mlqc // lucien

print(hello world)

im knee deep in a writing slump bUT i plugged a paragraph of writing into this funky little neural network and kept generating 500 words with it for. an aBSURD amount of time (while also telling it to focus on including the words ‘memory’ ‘dreams’ and ‘color’) and what it spit out was the cOOLEST. and i tried to kinda parse through it to find the most interesting bits and make it slightly more coherent and it ended up being a little like how i’d imagine a series of dreams Lucien might’ve had post ch.18 so i hope someone? enjoys?

warning for non-explicit drug use, general fragmentATion and lack of narrative plot or coherence, the bizarre nature of dreams, spoiler-adjacent content for ch.13 and hinting at stuff from ch.18 onwards

The paragraph the neural network consumed (from watch the universe expand):

"You know, sometimes I think the stars must be lonely," she says, and though he doesn't dare look at her, he hears her both in real life and through the phone speaker cradled close to his ear. He feels rather than sees her move closer to his side of the balcony, closing the distance, coming to the edge.

"They're thousands of light years away from each other," she continues. "Maybe they wonder if they're all alone, sometimes, if they're the only light for miles in an empty, endless dark sea."

"It makes me sad, to think about it. We spend our lives looking up at the stars and casting lines, drawing constellations between them, but in reality, they're just as lonely as we are. Maybe even more."

prelude.

In his dreams, he has color for days, but that's because his memories are always colored with color. He remembers the colors of all the colors, he knows it, because colors fade in real life, colors can be rearranged. They stay the same in dreams. He remembers colors and faces in dreams, with absolute certainty.

He stands up and steps away from the glass, out onto the balcony. As the darkness reaches all the way to the bottom of the floor, he sees shadows in his mind. He recognizes the colors, the colors of dreams, as colors of real life. He can tell his memory is broken in his dreams, with such clarity that he could read an entire newspaper front page through color and dreams.

(He takes a step closer to the blue sky.)

He remembers when he had first been able to see the constellations in the night sky, just a few short years ago, when his eyesight still had the capability to take in so much. They'd wanted to go to a star party, together, where he could be amazed by a whole world of constellations, but he'd turned it down.

"You were scared of strangers," she says. "It's not a strangers-only thing."

"That's true," he says.

"You're still shy," she says.

"I never was shy,” he says.

I never really grew up, he thinks.

ii.

He feels her warm breath. The scent of her.

"Do you think they look down at us and feel the loneliness of millions of years alone?"

"The stars? I've always imagined they might."

“Do you think they wonder about us, too? Or feel sorry for us?”

He scoffs.

“What’s there to wonder about?”

She shrugs. Her eyes look as distant as the stars. As cold.

"The sadness of losing one's entire species and the companionship of someone who sees and understands the beauty of the stars because of what we lost. Or the loneliness of knowing our species won't survive the disaster we caused."

“What do you mean,” he starts. Her lips curve up into a mockery of a smile.

“You know what,” she breathes. “Ares.”

(He wakes. Calls the dampness on his cheeks a nightmare’s cold sweat and not tears.)

iii.

He shrugs.

“We forget, don’t we? The world moves on. We move on.”

"That's not the way it is,” she says. “The best love in life comes from time spent with another person, the love that never fades or leaves you in darkness, like memories do. Sometimes, it's not the love we give each other but the love we receive from each other. I don't know, I guess the answer would depend on the person."

"Maybe the stars never forget their dreams,” she says. “Or the people they knew, or their color. Maybe they never lose the ability to recognize and remember what they're drawn to. Or maybe they can never forget the color of your eyes."

iii, ii.

“We forget, don’t we? The world moves on. We move on.”

(Do we? He thinks. Thinks they’ve been here, standing atop this balcony before. Thinks he's seen her eyes turn cold. Thinks he's seen her cry.)

He shrugs.

"No," she says quietly, but softly, still looking at the stars, still thinking about the comfort she gave him. (It's never enough, always, to fill the emptiness, the longing, the memories that must remain buried inside him.)

"I don't believe that. I know that the stars up there are as lonely as us, because they're like us, they love each other, they care for each other, they care for us, and love keeps us warm in the cold. Love is the one thing that can save us."

"You're right," he says. (Holds her close. Wishes he could do the same while awake.)

"Love really can save us. I have faith in that. No matter what happens, no matter what we do, we have to find ways to love each other and hold on to each other."

"Do you remember the dreams you've had about the colors, or the faces of the people in the colors?"

She laughs softly. "I can never forget you, or your color, or the color of that sky in your memories, now. But that picture might look a little different in the morning light. Right now, I can't see it very well. You know, sometimes it's hard to remember what color the sky looks like in your memory when it's bright outside. It doesn't really feel like a real memory. You've said that yourself, at least."

"No, I haven't," he says. "It's just a memory."

"A memory?" she asks.

"A memory?" she repeats. “It’s always memories with you.”

He can't tell if she's laughing or not, or if she's teasing him or not.

“What do you mean?”

"It’s a secret,” she says. “You could always just ask me in real life.”

(I can’t, he thinks, but can’t say. Can't remember why.

He wakes.)

vi.

"Color?" she repeats. "Color?"

"Yes," he says. "You're color. You're always ... different, in my memories."

She laughs. "Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we remember our lives as they were, not what we wish they were. Maybe that means we can forgive ourselves a little more.”

"For what?"

(She's frozen.

She fades.

For what? He thinks, then wakes.)

vii.

"I think I have colors for months in my memory," she says. "See here?"

"What?"

"Colors. In the moon, or this tree, or maybe the sky?"

"You mean right now?"

"No. All of them, at one time or another."

"What color is the sky?"

She laughs, and her voice is beautiful. She tells him that the sky looks the color of memories and dreams.

But then he asks another question. "When you dreamed last night, what did you dream about?”

"I can't remember all of them," she says. “My dreams. They fade.”

"But you do remember that you were dreaming, back there?"

"I was dreaming. About you."

"Why?"

"I don't know. All I know is that the dream felt like a good one."

"It must have been, if you remember it. Did you have the same dreams when you were growing up?"

"Yes," she whispers. "Sometimes."

(“Sometimes I think we must’ve met in one.”

“What?”

“A dream."

"That'd be nice, wouldn't it?")

viii.

“The stars,” she murmurs. “Do you think they dream? Do you think they can escape?"

"Perhaps they can, to some extent," se says. "I'm not sure it works for everyone."

She asks him to step into the blue sky with her. To escape. To return.

"Can you go back? I haven't asked anyone to go back yet, but maybe you can."

He takes a step, closing his eyes. He remembers the color of this blue sky, and he remembers dreaming and dreaming. He remembers colors, and colors are real, so they must be real in real life. So he steps forward into the blue sky.

His skin stretches and stretches and stretches, the colors in his skin growing more vivid as he steps further, he gets closer to the sky. The colors disappear in his memory, which can still contain dreams, so that his skin looks almost white, at first. His body elongates until he looks like he's wearing a strange version of a spacesuit, like the one his friends wore when they had to wear oxygen masks on the surface of planets and robots to stay alive.

He hears his echo. It’s saying that he looks lonely. Pale blue dot— he'll drift through space, he'll miss her in the dark, or he won't but he'll be too late, anyway.

It's hard to figure out which colors in the blue sky he's really seeing. He thinks the color of his skin looks like the sky he remembered, but maybe it isn't really the sky he remembers. He sees colors of the people he knew and the colors of the colors of the sky, but he sees colors that are impossible to connect with other colors.

(He surfaces to darkness, insides twisting, writhing, turned snakes by the venom he's made of his blood. He staggers to the sink, spits up poison. Thinks about forgetting. Thinks about taking more.)

ix.

His color is yellow, the color of a sick leaf, and the first of the colors of his dreams.

"Tell me again what color I look like in your memory," she says.

He tries to focus on that part of her, of her memory, where he actually sees her. He thinks about how good her skin looks, how smooth and pale and slightly glowing. He can't remember her color.

"Do I look just like you remember?" he asks.

"Your color is the color of yellow of the leaves, right?"

"Yes," he whispers.

“You’re sick,” she says, and places a hand on his cold cheek, lets it warm.

“Sick,” he echoes, closes his eyes against her touch. Lets himself fade. Lets himself rest. “Perhaps.”

"I don't remember it," he admits. "Your color."

"But you don't want me to, do you?"

She sighs, and for a moment, it seems she's crying. "No," she whispers. "No, not all."

"You didn't want me to know, did you?"

"Yes, I did. I do."

She bites her lip. Looks down. Looks away.

"I want you to remember. Just— not like this. Never like this."

"Why?"

"Because you'd see the way I laugh and the way I'm breathing, and if you just heard it for yourself, you'd know the way I loved your hair when you woke up from the dream that you shared with me. The way you looked when you talked about your life, when you stared up at the sky, seeing the dreams in your eyes."

(He had forgotten them already, because they were beautiful, those memories, and he knew them without remembering their color. Without remembering her name. Without remembering the truth.

The sky, he thinks, is even more vivid than memories.)

xi.

"I don't know," he says. "Why don't I remember? What am I forgetting?"

"I don't know either," she says. "I think...I must've forgotten, too."

"But maybe it doesn't matter— we do remember colors, don't we? As colors really are. Because we can remember them. You know, that's why color blindness must be one of the most terrible things that's ever been born. For a color-blind person, they see the colors of people and things by the color of their eyes, and they can't tell when the color is off. Just like colors are difficult to remember, and colors are difficult to see."

He smiles at her.

"There's one more way, isn't there?"

“To see color?”

“To remember,” he whispers, and lowers his lips to hers. She flinches under him, he steadies her, then she’s limp, his hands tight around her neck and he—

(He wakes.)

xii.

"Why are you here again?" she asks.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t know.”

"We might be in the middle of remembering," she says. "We're both always in the middle of remembering things in the middle of moments."

"Oh, you're an astrologist, then," he mutters, trying to remember the word. It doesn’t sound right. Nothing does.

"Astronomer?" He asks. She shakes her head. She's smiling, but her eyes are dark. Dark and blue.

"It doesn't matter, anyway," she says. "We should probably stop."

"Stop?"

She smiles again, her eyes bluer still.

No, he realizes. Not blue. Sad.

"It's time to wake up," she murmurs. He reaches for her, but it's too late. She fades, and he's left alone drifting under the stretching stars.

(Astronaut, he thinks, between planets and stardust. He remembers.)

...

fin.

"Are you saying I'm color-blind?"

She laughs again.

"Oh, no," she says. "Not color-blind at all. Your color blindness is just a side effect of your memory. You remember some colors well, and it doesn't matter what color the sky or a flower is, you can recognize it. So, yes. Your color blindness is your memory of colors."

"How is it my memory?" he asks, and though he could never be color-blind, he can still remember colors well enough to recognize the colors of the rainbow on the horizon as clouds drift by the sky.

"Maybe your color blindness is what happens when you spend so much time remembering color and color and color," she suggests, and somehow some part of him knows what she means is remembering me. Remembering my smile.

"Oh," he says. He considers it.

They are silent, for a time, until a sound cuts through the night air, crying through his whole body with a low swish of noise. He thinks he hears a whistling, and then it's back again. Then it's different, maybe growing louder, and he wonders if it's a ringing, but the sound gets fainter, so faint that he begins to think he imagined it.

"Is that the whistle?" she asks, and he can hear the alarm in her voice.

"Did it start again? Is this world going to end?" She whispers it, the sound again, and the sound grows closer, an elongated screech. The whistle never ceases.

The whistling sounds in every direction, like a swarm of insects.

And the smell is the worst, the most awful smell, like bad meat, or a stagnant ditch full of mud and dirt and rotten meat. He can barely breathe, and can barely see through the curtain of fog. He stands, reaching toward her, trying to hear her, but everything around him is changing.

"What is it?" she asks, and her voice is lost, lost in the darkness. She is lost. She is gone.

The smell, a putrid odor like rotten meat, begins to affect his mind, and he cannot remember her words.

There's something blue (sad) behind his eyelids. He tries to look and discovers that he can't.

"What's that?" he asks. He's in the clearing, still dressed in the dark color of morning (mourning), and everything is out of place, though he can't see it.

"It's my color. It's blue." He stares at it.

"My favorite color. Blue. And there's something pink around it. Couldn't see that before. It's pink."

The colors, he thinks. Those are colors. The whistling sound, I must have heard that noise before.

(The whistling doesn't sound like whistling at all. It sounds like heartbreak. It sounds like a scream.)

That's why I can't remember her. I remember colors, and it's like there's a wall in my mind, because I remember color, color and nothing else, color and her smile, the beginning, the middle, and not ever the end.

"I remember colors," he says. "Now let me remember her."

And he remembers pink, he remembers the smell. The whistle (the scream).

(Remembers she died. Remembers he wasn't there to save her.)

There's something red on the sand. It's a bouquet of roses he's picked. Pink and red. Roses. The smell, his nose draws in is the scent of roses.

(He knows they smell like her, but the moment's passed. Once again, he can't remember her.

He thinks, he must not have been hers. She must have not been in love.)

epilogue.

It is dawn when he wants to close his eyes and remember. But he tries not to think about it. He closes his eyes slowly, praying silently to the skies, barely able to imagine that the next time he opens his eyes, maybe they'll be different.

"... like his dreams," he whispers under his breath.

"... and her dreams."

"... like everything here." His steps seem slow today. Steady. Better than any other morning. Fresh.

"Just like his memories. Rest easy, Lucien."

(When the apartment door opens, it’s Ares who emerges.)

this is where im legally obligated to tell u I'm slowly being converted to a comp neuro nerd so i went and read the github of the language learning model inferkit uses, megatron-11b, and it'S hella cool but basically if anyone is worried. no it is not trained on the words u provide it-- the sentence structure/word information that the model 'learns' from is scripts made by the dev. so uh. basically, it's 'learned' all it will about language based on these provided scripts of vocab and sentence structure so when you give it a paragraph of writing, all it's doing is 'reacting' to your words by using its memory of these writing rules to predict (and auto-generate) what words it thinks will come next (the algorithm runs a tON of probability computations and this is the 'thinking' and predicting.)

#mlqc #mlqc lucien #val writes #or rather #ai writes val interpreTS #ghosts. in the MACHINE hnhkfdljgfdk #u didn't hear it here but i am in love with machine learning and the idea of. humans training machines in their image. and learning more ab #out themselves (or their research) through what the machine gives back. we are just. searching for those echoes of consciousness in what th #programs reflect back to uS! the singularity! one day. wE will find it.#kisses to everyone who didn't understand dark night fireworks this is the Vibe i was going for #even i don't understand this <3

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tiptoed his way (m) || kth

pairing; taehyung x reader. genre; roommate!au; smut; fluff; angst. warnings; breaking and entering, unintended voyeurism, female masturbation, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex via doggy style, choking, tae suffers from MSS(Monster Schlong Syndrome lol), that’s about it. word count; 6.4K (unedited im sorry :()

summary; ➜ Taehyung found himself locked out of your shared home and there were only two options to successfully get inside. (1) Wake you up from your sleep and face the wrath that’ll follow, (2) Think like a burglar and enter through your window. (Un)fortunately for him, he picks the latter.

taglist; @bella-victoria002 @chaitaewithkookies @saddiesan @wehadnochoice @knjhe @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @livorna @taetaeobsessed @erisann @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @wickizer

a/n: the old gif doesnt work i dunno what i did wrong :(

“I’ll be out ‘til late, y/n! Don’t wait up for me.” Taehyung hollered while lacing his worn out white high-cut converse in the entryway. Hoping his voice would reach the end of the hallway where you were currently cooped in in your room.

“Alright! Stay safe!” Not bothering to leave your room, you answered back. Voice echoing through and bouncing off the dry walls. After waiting a few minutes, you heard the door slam shut with a thud. You cautiously tiptoed your way to the direction of your door, slightly opening the solid block of wood and peeking through the narrow crack you made. With no Taehyung in sight, you pumped your fist in the air and cheered victoriously. You finally have the house to yourself. You beamed with delight scurrying yourself over to the kitchen to make yourself a hot steaming bowl of instant ramen.

Taehyung and Jungkook had been your room mates since you can remember. It was freshman year of college, and you were looking for a cheap place to stay with the money you saved up working as a part-time student during your last year of highschool. A friend had introduced you to Jungkook, saying they needed one more person to split the bill with, broke college students need to support each other. At first you were hesitant, a girl living with two boys in a shared house wasn’t you initial plan but as the days go by since you first moved it, you got to know Taehyung and Jungkook a little more. Your friendship with them had gotten greater, the three of you were inseverable and you treasured them to bits!

Although in the four years you’ve been boarding together, every now and then they can really get on your nerves; letting the dirty dishes stack up at the sink until molds would flourish on the left over food; leaving the empty carton of milk in the fridge just as you’re planning to enjoy it with cereal or maybe a pack of Oreos; bags of chips and boxes of pizza scattered on all parts of the living room floor whenever they’d have movie night on Fridays with Jimin and Hoseok; and last but not least, the thing that they always do that grinds your gears the most, their dirty laundry in every corner, nook, and cranny of the house. Stinky socks, sweaty shirts, crusty jeans and even used underwear, you name it!

One time you had guests over; all girls might you add, studying for a group project in chemistry. Oh poor, sweet Yeri… Her unsullied innocence mercilessly corrupted by Jungkook’s disgusting underwear that had a suspicious dried up patch of white something on the crotch area of the small fabric. Yeri almost fainted when she pulled out the article of clothing from the kitchen caddy, flinging it across the room to where the other girls were. You scolded Jungkook the same day, advising him to keep all his stuff where it needed to be kept and on top of that to apologize to the poor girl he scarred for life. Which he did, and that’s the story of how Jungkook and Yeri’s relationship began. Who knew, right?

Taehyung was like Jungkook at first, but somehow he decided to stay under your radar as best as he could. Once you lectured him on something he’s done wrong inside the quarters of your home, he’d make it a point to engrave it on the back of his head. He has his fuck ups every now and then, but nothing too consequential. There was one time though, and you wish you could forget, that he brought a girl home which wasn’t against the house rules. Jungkook had brought Yeri numerous times and you, yourself, had your fair share of men visiting the house, specifically your room. It was s well established etiquette to keep the ruckus down since you we’re sharing this living space between the three of you. But during that critical time, which you’ve spoken to Taehyung and Jungkook beforehand never lacking to remind them on multiple occasions throughout that day. Telling them to please keep the noise to a minimum because you'll be revising for for a major exam that was equivalent to forty percent of your total grade. Somehow, Taehyung managed to forget your simple and completely doable request. With the paper thin walls between you and the absence of soundproofing, you were able to get every moan, groan and mewl that came from Taehyung’s rooms adjacent to yours. That bastard is so dead was the sole thing on your mind right now and not the words inscribed in the textbook that you’ve read over for the tenth time that night. The morning after that horrendous night of not getting anything done, you waited irksomely in the common room for taehyung and his date to emerge from his chambers.

“Y/n, y-you’re up early.” He gulped, taking in your appearance. Your gaze was piercing especially with the huge dark bags under your eyes. “I’ll take Minju ho--”

“I’m sure she knows here way back.” You cut him off with a bark in your tone, “Can’t you, Minju?” Your focus was now directed at her and she was quivering under your constant scrutiny.“Y-yes,” She clutched on her designer handbag bowed nervously before fleeing the place like a prey encountering it’s predator.

“I asked you for one thing, Taehyung, one thing.” You lowered your head and massaged your aching temples with your fingers, placating your exasperation towards the boy who was placed in the hot seat. “You knew I was studying tonight, Tae.” The timbre of your voice wasn’t sickeningly livid anymore. From spiking up to a hundred degrees in the last two minutes, it dropped down to a negative ten. “This test is worth forty percent of my grade, I told you that. This is the first time I requested you to do something for me...” You shut your eyes close and drew out a long sigh before standing up and intending to head back to your room. “If I fail this test, I want to let you know it’s on you, Tae.” His features were extremely devastated and disheartened, not because of the things you just said but because of how he had forgotten all about it.

You inconspicuously peered back at him and the look on his face says it all. A helpless puppy abandoned by its human, that’s what he resembled most at this moment. Big glassy eyes, a wet nose and pouty lips. Okay, that was kind of a mean thing to say, you thought. But you never failed to remind him, always opening up and squeezing in the topic during the mundane conversations you shared together. After one last disappointed sigh, you looked up the clock, 6:55 am. “Anyway, I still have three more hours before the test. I’ll be in my room.” You turned your back on him and proceeded to take a few steps forward before saying one last thing to him, “Please, please, please. Don’t bother me.” You were on your way back down the hall, nothing will stop you from cramming seven chapters of lesson into your brain in less than three hours in one sitting.

“Sorry, Y/n.”

Sorry ain't gonna cut it, chief.

Its as if Taehyung was able to read your mind, “ I’ll- I’ll be on bathroom duty. For two, no, four weeks. Yeah, yeah. One month of bathroom duty, Y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget.”

You glanced over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of Taehyung with his hands clasped together, his facial expression pleading for forgiveness. You knew he was really sorry. Why? Because nobody liked bathroom duty, not even you.

“That seems fair to you, kook?” You spontaneously asked, making Taehyung scan the living room area. Glass started clattering in the kitchen and your doe-eyed bunny-boy of a roommate came hopping in. Taehyung was seeking compassion from his long-time comrade. Maybe shortening his time on bathroom duties or lending him a helping hand at least. Bros before hoes, right? “For the record.” Jungkook started, taking a sip from the cold banana milk bottle in his hand. “You kept me up, too. And I have football practice at eight.” He shrugged his shoulders casually before hiding back in his man cave. “Have fun cleaning, Tae.”

Your chiding was for everyone’s best interest, may this incident serve as a lesson of respecting other people who also lives in this household. Although there was one thing you were still unsure about. After that episode, Taehyung has never set foot in the premises with a woman draped around his arm again. You hoped you did not terminate his hopes of getting a love life.

In conclusion, they’re just a bunch of stupid college boys wanting to survive this hell hole, what do you expect? So, having the house to yourself was a once in a blue moon moment you’d never take for granted.

It was two in the morning, and Taehyung was stupidly perched at the doorstep patting his pockets for what seemed like the tenth time in the last ten minutes searching for his keys. "Shit." He grumbled under his breath, taking out his phone from his back pocket and calling up Jungkook's number. After the third try, he finally answered the call.

"H-hey, what's up? I love you and all that shit but why are you calling at two in the fucking morning?" The voice is the other line was dry and scratchy.

"Ah," Taehyung felt apologetic for waking up the Jungkook but he absolutely needed help, "Sorry for bothering you, Kook. Do you happen to know where the spare key is? Left my copy in my room before I went out and now I'm locked out of the house," He laughed embarrassingly, attempting to check his pockets one more time before calling it quits, wishing his keys would magically turn up in one of them.

"Taehyung…" The line suddenly went silent, it was a good fifteen seconds before Jungkook went on speaking,"Didn't I tell you that I'm holding onto the spare key to have it duplicated since my I lost my copy?"

There it was again, complete and utter silence. If it wasn't for irregular breathing coming from the other line, Jungkook would've guessed Taehyung had dropped the call already.

"Just wake up y/n, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Jungkook suggested, that was probably the best route to take.

"No bro," Taehyung's tone was unnaturally dark and empty.

"Can I ask why?"

"L-Last time I locked myself out and woke up y/n," he choked on his series of words, recalling the traumatic event that occurred in the past. "She made me wait a whole hour before opening the door. While I was waiting out in the cold, y/n cooked bacon and pancakes at midnight just to spite me. The smell of the food made my stomach flip and growl. When she finally let me in, she ate it all by herself while looking me straight in the eye."

Jungkook on the other line laughed uproariously at Taehyung's untold story, "Remind me not to get on Y/n's bad side. But in all seriousness, how are you planning to get inside the house?" He queried the boy who was stuck in an unfortunate predicament."I don't get back til' Sunday. And it's only Friday."

Taehyung's eyes lit up like those light bulbs in cartoons when the characters gets a genius idea. "Is your room the one without the safety locks on the window?"

"One, no. My windows have safety locks. Y/n's window is the one without it. And two, that's a really bad Idea, Tae."

"What's a bad idea, babe?" Taehyung indistinctly overhears a hushed voice in the background. His conversation with Jungkook probably woke up Yeri too. "Oh, Taehyung's planning to enter through y/n window to get into the house." Jungkook made sure that taehyung was hearing what Yeri had to say, since she's been friends with y/n just as long as them. Her giggles were so innocent, akin to a baby but the words she said were the exact opposite. "That is a stupid idea, unless Taehyung wants to be hit on the head with a metal baseball bat and bleed to death."

"Yeri said that that's a stupid idea unless you--"

"I heard what she said. And I won't even make a sound! I'll tiptoe my way through her window and out of her room in a flash! That way I'll be in the house and won't have to wake up y/n! I see this as an absolute win." Taehyung broadcasted triumphantly like he had discovered the map to the lost City of Atlantis.

Yeri snatched the phone from her boyfriend's hand and lectured Taehyung y/n style. "Tae, this isn't the time to be quoting the Incredible Hulk when you're the one who's gonna be beaten to a pulp when y/n wakes up and mistakes you for a burglar. Just wake up y/n and ask her to open up the door for you. It can't be that bad, you'd live a longer life that way. Face the consequences of being a pee-brain."

"Nope," It seemed like Taehyung had made up his mind, and when Taehyung makes up his mind, there's no point in stopping him.

"Ahhh, tell your friend good luck. I'm going back to sleep." Yeri gave back the phone to her boyfriend. "You have our regards. If you don't die, call me back in the morning." A loud yawn can be heard from Jungkook's end as he hangs up.

And that's Taehyung's go signal.

He stealthily made his way round the perimeter of the house to the side where your room was located "Bingo." He mused as he spotted your window, slightly left ajar. He strategically maneuvered his way across the flower bed embedded on the ground, calculating his steps accurately not wanting to step on your precious roses and daffodils. He knows he can't lie to you, if asked who trampled on your bloom, he'd rat himself out in a blink of an eye. He'd like to enjoy a long flourishing life. Grow old, get married and possibly have kids and grandkids.

Not like what he's about to commit will spare his life either way.

Even with the lack of light and the gauzy material of the curtain, his eyes could make up your vague figure on the bed, tossing and shifting your legs about. Must be some crazy dream you're having, he thought. Though he can't get a clear view of you, he's certain you were there.

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly pushed the unlocked window wider just enough so that he can slither his body inside, dragging the curtain along with it. He prayed to the heavens above that the hinges doesn't make a sound, not even a tiny squeak or his head will be the one hanging from the valances.

With his hands securely clasped on the window sill, he utilized his upper body strength to propel himself up until his knees were secured on the narrow wooden surface. "Phew" he shakily exhaled, switching from his current kneeling position to a crouching one, gaining more balance for his following steps.

Before fully entering your room now that he had obtained a better view, he decided to take a proper look at your charming unconscious face. Wait, scratch that, that didn’t come out right. What he meant to conclude was…

When Jungkook first introduced you to him as their new flatmate, he couldn’t help but be blown away. He was thunderstruck when he was graced by your overwhelming presence. Soft silky hair that he’d like to get bury his face in, letting the scent of your shampoo take over his senses; Round bright eyes that somehow carried the countless stars and galaxies, he’d willingly surrender himself just to get lost in them. A lovely button nose that scrunched up when you smiled and introduced yourself for the first time. “I’m Y/n, nice to finally meet you Taehyung.” he remembered clearly, god, how can he forget. Your soft-spoken voice perfectly fitted your delicate face. It was love at first sight, what else could it be? He fell for you hook, line and sinker.

He covertly watched over you, not in the stalker-ish way, of course. Whenever you’re lounging around in your favorite pajamas or simply tidying up the house, he’d inevitably find a small smile creep up on his lips. Even just knowing that you’re inside the house when he comes home from the university by the way your favourite music was blaring from your room made him happy. He learned along the way that you were really introverted, spending most of your weekends at home reading your favourite novels and choosing to withdraw yourself from the generic college scene. Opting for a movie night date with your friends rather than partying at some musty frat house. Moreover, you didn’t strike up any conversation with him or Jungkook unless it was about the house or if it was that important to talk about. Unbeknownst to you, all the things you detested like unwashed dishes or misplaced dirty laundry, he did it on purpose just to get the attention he craved from you. Sometimes he felt guilty at the way he acted whenever you were around, a pout or two on your upset face.

But he came to the point that he was tired of hiding and playing safe behind that thin line called “Friendship.”If he wasn’t gonna man-up and take action, nothing’s gonna change. So on your twentieth birthday, that’s when he decided he wanted to confess his love for you, hoping that the unrequited becomes requited. He bought a cake and decorated the whole house with a banner, balloons and streamers. He even paid Jungkook fifty dollars to keep his mouth shut about it.

What happened after was far from his or Jungkook's expectations. You came home from a date. A date which none of them knew about but here you were, wide eyed and jubilant to see the simple surprise party your dear roommates took the time to prepare for you. You introduced the boy standing next to you as your boyfriend. "Boyfriend" that word stung like a bitch.

It was then that he decided to put an end to this one-sided pinning that has been going on for quite some time now that hasn't bloomed into anything, not even a tiny sprout. If the stars were aligning and the universe was really on his side, he would have been your boyfriend by the end of the day, not some guy named Lucas.

Every other night he'd return with a girl to his room for nothing more than a quick fuck, never meeting with them for a second time. He thought it was something that would dull the agonizing throb in his chest, it worked for the most part. The bodily pleasure those women brought him made him forget momentarily about everything he's ever felt for you. He thought it was only a matter of time until all the feelings he'd kept would dissipate into thin air.

Minju, he recalled. A girl who was just as perfect as you in his eyes, well almost. With the thought of taking Minju home and having her all to himself as a priority in his mind, he got carried away and overlooked one critical thing you asked of him which was on top of that a principal house rule the three of you agreed on. "Always keep the noise to a minimum."

He knew he fucked up the moment he spots you sitting on the couch glaring at him as he and Minju walked out of his room. He saw the look of disappointment etched on your face at how he had let you down and recognized how bad he fucked up. He thought that you’d never forgive him and end up hating him for the rest of his life, but you always kept proving him wrong. A familiar box was atop the center island with a pink sticky note attached to it.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you, Tae. It was probably the stress talking. Btw, I passed aced the exam! Hehe. <3 y/n.”

That was when he realized he truly did not deserve you.

His profound daydreaming was put to a halt when he heard a hushed moan originate from your direction. His jaw almost unhinged at how low and wide it was hanging from his face at the sight he has failed to notice prior to entering your room. A convoluted expression was apparent on your face, with your brows knitted together, and eyes shut tight, upper teeth frustratingly nibbling at your bottom lip. Your left hand hidden under the sheer fabric of your shirt, kneading at your mound lavishly while the fingers on your other hand were tirelessly circling around the glistening flesh between you spread legs. You weren’t sleeping, you were masturbating!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gotta get out. Gotta get out. Gotta get--

His whole life flashed before his eyes as he witnessed the mason jar you used as a flower pot unexpectedly gets knocked over by his rogue foot, emanating in a clangorous noise as it hit the seat of your metal chair tucked under your desk. There were numerous circumstances that he wished he could get out of certain situations unscathed, which as luck would have it he did. This one? Not so much as your instincts urged you to direct your attention to where the abrupt sound came from. He saw your bewildered eyes staring at his squatting figure by your window.

Taehyung quickly slammed his palms over his face concealing his eyes while blindly steering his body farther into your room, knocking over your other stuff in the process. As his feet finally met solid ground, it was now time to plead for his life. “Y/n! Shit! I-I can e-explain. I l-left my keys! A-and I didn't want to wake you up. I didn't mean seeing that!" He heard the sound of his rapid heart beat resonate in his ears, ringing so loudly that he couldn't even hear himself think.

You found his flustered stuttering adorable and endearing. You weren't angry and knew he was telling the truth. Taehyung, no matter how brazen and badly behaved he was, has not ever lied to you. You can take his word for this one but a little teasing hasn't killed anyone. “Never perceived you as the peeping type, Tae."

"I swear, I'm not!" His cheeks started burning red, the scorching heat of embarrassment crawling up to his ears and down his neck.

You didn't answer him right away, and all he could make up with his vision temporarily impaired was the shuffling sound of your bedding and the indistinct footsteps walking towards him. "Well since you're here, might as well help your roommate out." You whispered suggestively in his ear, and he felt his jeans grow a little tighter by the crotch.

You pressed your body against his until the corner of your desk was painfully digging into his back. "What do you say, Tae?"

"I-I don't think this is right." He respired weakly, his knees were starting to buckle at the figurative weight weighing down on his shoulders with palms still stuck to his eyes.

"Wanna know what I think." You purred salaciously, the tip of your pointer finger lightly tracing over the skin of his clavicle. "I don't think this is a question of what's right and wrong," Your hand started to head south, stopping precisely at his sternum, your fingers drawing small figure eights over it. "I'm single, your single."You further proved your claim, hand once again dropping lower. Taehyung wasn't much of a gym rat like Jungkook or Jimin so he didn't have any abs. But you still appreciated his body nonetheless, especially paired with his remarkably attractive face. "I see this as a question of want and don't want. And judging from this," without warning, you cupped the hard-on he was sporting. Waves of electricity surged through his blood vessel, every cell in his body had doubled its working pace. "You want this as much as I do." Slowly, you palmed him through his jeans, fingers molding the curve of his clothed dick. His heart rate spiked and breathing got more labored with your words and actions.

He wanted to see you. He wanted to remove his hand from his face and see how the moonlight shining through your window illuminated your appearance, enhancing your elegant features tenfold but he was terrified that this will lead to something that will eventually ruin your friendship.

"Taehyung..." You whimpered, starting to feel impatient. "Say something. Tell me what you want. Tell me to stop, please just say something."

"I-I," Fuck it, he thought. He detached his hands from his eyes and encased it around your petite torso, finally giving in to the treacherous temptation that is you. "I want you, y/n." He dipped his face in the curve of your neck, filling himself up with the sweet scent of you. "I've wanted you for the longest time, y/n." His voice was guttural and strained, he'd never thought the time of him finally confessing to you would come. It required him every tendril of his being to finally come clean. An abandoned door that was once locked has instantly been pushed open, and his desire for you has never been more ardent.

"I want you too, Tae."

Moments later you've found yourselves entangled within each other's embrace, caught in a sweltering and heart racing make out session. Every brush of lips and prod of tongue was burning of lust and passion. The way your fingers intertwined with his and filling its spaces perfectly like the final piece of an unfinished puzzle. It felt so natural, the way the rise and fall of your breathing and the tempo of your pulses fell in sync. It felt like something that should've been done ages ago but was hindered by something unforeseen.

As he hovered above your frame, you couldn't help but be drawn in the boundless sea of his deep hazel eyes. Wisp of his curled lashes resting prettily on his eyelids, the tip of his pointed nose dusted a shade of baby pink and lips pursed into a gentle smile. He observed you with hooded eyes as you absentmindedly stared at his face. You couldn't comprehend how a mere human can bear this much beauty and elegance in his mortal body, even the gods would seethe in jealousy at his splendor.

"T-tae. I want to feel your dick down my throat." You professed bashfully, marvelling at his beauty can wait. Right now there was one thing you fervently wish for, him and his entirety.

Your bluntness was always one of his favourite traits of yours. "I'm all yours." He replied, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips.

"Stand at the edge of the bed." You instructed, going on all fours and crawling your way to the same spot. "C'mon!"

Taehyung with arched brows headed to where you wanted him, planting his feet firmly on the carpeted floor. "Okay, now what?"

"I've always wanted to try like this." You pressed on, lying on your back with your head almost hanging off the edge of the bed, slightly propping it up with a small pillow. Taehyung was caught off guard with your new position, “Y/n, what are you doing?” He queried with an arch of his brows.

“I’m ready to take your dick.” You seemed determined, sweeping your loosened hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ears. “Saw this in porn before and I’ve been itching to try it out.

You just kept pulling out tricks from your sleeve, Taehyung never imagined you to be the type who watches porn. “You watch porn?” He incredulously questioned eyes going wide that hinted inquisitiveness.

“Oh please, I am a human being. Stop looking at me like I’m some saint. I can watch adult videos whenever I want to.”

“Fair enough,” He acknowledged while unbuckling his belt, revealing the stiff bulge tucked in his boxer. He tugged the garterized hem of his underwear down and allowed his member to spring free.

You were genuinely astounded with his impressive size and girth, tip red and already leaking pre-cum. “From all the years we’ve been living together, I kinda expected you were big, but not this big. Didn’t know you were suffering from MSS.”

“MSS?” he eyed you outlandishly, having no idea what you were talking about.

“Monster Schlong Syndrome.” You answered as you tried suppressing the mischievous smile forcing its way onto your lips.

“Shut up, Y/n.” Taehyung’s cheeks grew rosier at your compliment about his dick, but he still preferred being humble about his size even when he was with other girls.

“Make me,” You provoked him, opening your mouth fully and sticking out your tongue. Feeling rather wolfish to have him in your mouth.

“Are you sure about this?” He queried you one last time, making sure you were a hundred percent okay with this. “I’m the one beginning to feel uncomfortable with your position.”

“I’m fine, Tae. I want this.”

He couldn’t help stroking himself while taking in the image of you sprawled on the bed eyes totally blown-out. Begging and lusting over his cock. Taehyung gently tapped his length on your cheek,causing a smirk to form on your lips. “Stopped teasing,” You wailed vexingly, growing eager by the second. You tossed your head back even further while opening your mouth much wider, giving Taehyung a greater angle.

“You ready, baby?” His already deep voice dropped an octave lower, a sultry and sickeningly honeyed tone slathered all over his words. You crossed your legs together feeling the steamy heat pool between them as you nod fervently.

Unhurriedly, Taehyung pushed the tip of his cock past your lips. The warmth and wetness of your mouth elicited a satisfied groan from him. He pushed even further down your throat, sheathing himself completely and noticing how tight the space has gotten as he descends. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good,” he euphorically moaned seeing how your pretty mouth is stretched by his thick cock.

You blissfully purred at his praise, and the vibrations of your throat around his member sent a chill down his spine. “I-I’ll start moving, okay.” He choked on his word, his senses brimming over with the buzz of pleasure. At a leisurely pace, he began gliding his dick in and out of your hot cavern, hearing lewd squelching sounds with every push. “Shit,” He rasped when you hollow your cheeks around him. “Your mouth is the best, baby.” He quickened the speed of his thrusts, savouring the constricted hold you’ve got on him. Tears started to pool at the corners of your eyes as your mouth was bombarded with the repetitive jabbing motion. You’ve never felt this full before, the way he has you gorged put you in a state of pure ecstasy.

Taehyung shifted his veiny hand to caress your face, wiping away the wetness from your corners of your eyes. With his balls slapping right into your face, you failed to capture his pupils dilate and the concupiscent glint in his dark orbs. His hand found its way at the base of your neck, favouring the tug of the skin, muscles and bones outlined beneath the surface. His slender, bony fingers spread across the expanses of your neck, petting the strained muscle domestically. His digits started to curl around the base, the blunt of his fingernails digging into your skin and you felt the restriction of air affect your lungs.

Taehyung knew you were enjoying this as much as he was even with you gagging and choking on his dick. He exerted more pressure on your jugular, and you felt your body sink further into the mattress. He thwarted his hips into you once more, deeper than before as his wanton howls reverberated inside your room. Before he could blow his load in your mouth, he stopped himself and pulled out his swollen cock coated with your spit.

You opened your eyes and griped at the sudden sensation of barrenness, "W-why'd you stop?" You felt light headed, your body eventually recognized the lack of oxygen you underwent. Your chest hurriedly heaved up and down as you were gasping for air, trying to catch your breath.

"This is my first time fucking you, the only place I'll be cumming in right now is your pussy." Taehyung wickedly grinned, looping his arms behind your neck and knees and carried you bridal style. He walked over the side and carefully lowered you on the bed, head snuggly resting on the pillow leaned on the headboard. He made his way back to the foot of the bed, taking a seat directly in front of your bare core. "Since I interrupted you earlier," his hands began stroking you calf, tiny goosebumps springing up from his touch. "Let me make it up to you and make you feel better than those little fingers of yours."

You detected a hint of embarrassment as Taehyung's gaze focuses on you already seeping sex. He began crawling closer to you core, tipping in to pepper kisses on your inner thighs. As his warm breath began rousing over your skin, you couldn't help but clench around nothingness at the level of arousal you were experiencing. "What were you thinking about when you were pleasuring yourself?" He cooed the question out before licking a wet stripe along your moistened slit. His tongue was dancing in his mouth after finally acquiring a taste of your delectable nectar. "I-I was thinking about you, Tae." You answered weakly, the pad of his thumb now circling your sensitive nub. He hummed in approval at you words, his tongue was the one promptly to devote its undivided attention to you bundle of nerves. "What was I doing then?"

You released a long exhale when you felt Taehyung slip on of his slender fingers inside your hole. "I-I thought about how you'd fuck me with your huge cock," You admitted, shutting your eyes as he twirls his finger inside you. He inserted another digit, and it got you tossing your head back in fervor. "How you'd make me cum so hard.”Your eyes reeled back at the back of your head as another finger slips into you with such ease.

“You’re soaking wet, y/n.” he was prideful of how you’ve become putty under his ministrations, “And all for me.” He sloped down once more and flicked your clit with his wet muscles at an excruciating pace. You started feeling yourself clench around his digits, “W-wait.” You intervened, not wanting to release just yet. “I want to cum with you.”

He devilishly grinned from ear to ear and flipped your body over, your knees and palm bearing the weight of your exhausted body. “Wanna hit you from the back so bad.”

You lowered your torso and arched your back inwards, excessively sticking your ass up on full display. Taehyung smeared the accumulated pre-cum on the tip of his cock all over his length, painting it with the lubricating substance. He aligned himself with your entrance and gingerly drove his hips forward until he bottomed out. “Fuck, y/n. You’re cunt’s even tighter than your pretty mouth.” the interior walls of your vagina squeezed at his member, accommodating his length incomparably. “Your pussy was made for me, y/n. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

As much as you fancied him to rant about how amazing your pussy was, you wished he’d just shut up and pound you into oblivion and put an end to the tormenting ache bubbling inside you. “Move.” You sought, pushing your rear end against him hard and coaxing him to ultimately move.

His knuckles were turning white at how tight he’s gripping onto the curve of your hips, nails engraving small crescent-shaped marks on your skin. Without warning, he launched the onslaught of the brute ramming of his dick into you. Each thrust he bore were insanely crisp and accurate, striking your sweet spot with every jab. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your heavy breathes were the only tunes filling the silent space of your room. Taehyung pulled out his length almost completely, appreciating how coated and soaked it was with your juices, awakening another entire level of his vehement lust for you. He slammed himself back into your tight slit, clenching his buttocks and rutting his pelvis at an inhuman speed.

“I’m so close, Taehyung.” You wailed sinfully with a high-pitched strain to your voice, aware at how every muscle in your body is tensing up.

“Me too, baby.” He unexpectedly towed you by your hair until your back collided with his chest. His hand located your neck yet again, wrapping his digits around it and cutting your intake of air. You swear that at the end of this, your neck would be sore, purple and bruised because of how robust he retains his grip on you. At this point, his movements began getting sloppier and imprecise, suggesting he was at last getting to his most sought-after high. His idle hand shakily made its way to your almost forgotten clit, ruthlessly rubbing at it with the pad of his fore and middle finger continuously until you were convulsing around his cock and milking him down to the last drop. Both of your body collapsed on your bed, utterly breathless.

“Wow.” Taehyung managed to breath out.

“Yeah, wow.” You repeat, steadying your breathing. “What happens now?” You awkwardly asked, staring at the blank ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in your room.

“Wanna go on a date?” His voice was filled with reluctance, the thrumming in his chest never calming down. Now wasn't the perfect time to ask you that kind of question. So he braced himself as he waited for your answer.

You turned your head in his direction and looked at how the light from the now open window magically outlined his enchanting profile. “You’re way out of order but I’d love too.”

Taehyung's obnoxious ringtone Disturbed the silence of your sleep.

"Your phone is ringing." You grumbled, t

"Yo, Tae, glad to hear you're still alive. Got into the house yet?"

"Yeah," He paused, looking at you. "Got into y/n pants as well."

#taehyung x reader #ksmutclub #btsguild #magicshopnet #bangtanarmynet #taehyung smut #taehyung x you #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung oneshot #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts oneshot #kim taehyung #kpop smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fic #bts dark moodboard

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fletchphoenix · 4 years

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Written In The Stars

YERRR! WE BACK! Im so excited to be able to start writing again after so long!! I missed this so much!! I hope you guys like this - I didn’t want to immediately go back to the high school AU as I want it to be perfect so sorry if there aren’t any chapters of that for a few days but here!

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How had he gotten himself into this mess?

That’s all that came to Hugo’s mind as he sat up in his tent, moonlight shining through the green fabric, barely keeping him warm against the night air that sent a chill down his spine. He’d been awake for a few hours now, his glasses slipping down his nose and his hair out of its ponytail in a bob around his shoulders with a sleeping form in the sleeping bag beside him. He spared it a glance, smiling to himself at the sight of his boyfriend’s face before the bitter memory of what he had to do came back to his mind. Hugo looked away and shuffled out of the tent as quietly as he could, grabbing and swinging his jacket on before he began walking.

Nuru and Yong must’ve gone to sleep a while ago now - soft snoring coming from the crimson tent adjacent to his and the purple one opposite it. Varian’s teal tent had been pitched, though the man in question had opted to sneak into Hugo’s for the night as he usually did. Not that Hugo was complaining about their nightly ritual. Well, he was. He was going to have to leave this all behind soon along with all his friends and Varian.

The one thing Donella told him was ‘Don’t get attached’. Don’t get attached because it will hurt you to inevitably leave them all. Don’t get attached even though the young boy with the love for firecrackers and an energetic personality made every day even more interesting. Don’t get attached even though the most noble, most sarcastic princess who feels like a sister to you will be beside you every single day. Don’t get attached even though the alchemist with the startling blue eyes and wide, beautiful smile that makes your knees feel weak every time he shoots it in your direction will make you fall in love with him.

Needless to say, Hugo got attached.

Soaked grass and earth sagged underneath his boots as mud stained the heels while he walked away from the makeshift campsite they’d set up not even two hours ago. Yong had kept insisting his legs ached and he simply ‘couldn’t go on’ from his place on Hugo’s shoulders, the blonde glancing at his boyfriend who sighed and exclaimed they should set up camp now, anyway. Ah Varian, always the secretly kind-hearted one - setting up Yong’s tent for him and starting a campfire for them before taking a place beside Hugo as they silently intertwined their fingers out of view from Nuru and Yong.

They hadn’t told Nuru or Yong about their relationship yet for fear that it would ruin the team dynamic or make things awkward between everyone. They all worked like a well oiled machine - so introducing how close him and Varian had gotten had the potential to mess everything up. A branch snapped under his heel as he kept walking through the campsite and down to the river nearby, praying to himself that no one followed. He didn’t want some lecture from Nuru about how he shouldn’t leave camp in the night, or Varian to worry and fuss over him with his relentless interrogation on what was wrong. He was fine. Well, he wasn’t fine but he couldn’t exactly tell his boyfriend that, now could he?

His footsteps finally relented as he took a seat on a smooth surfaced rock, his boots now sitting discarded beside it as his feet dangled in the chilled water, creating ripples over its moonlit surface. Rushing water from further downstream was the only sound in the silent atmosphere, stars glittering in the sky above him as his eyes glanced up to examine them. Nuru had taught them about the constellations one night, showing off her extensive knowledge on the subject as the boys lay back in the grass and stared in wonder. It was moments like those where he felt the familiar feeling of guilt settle in his stomach and create a pit there, the weight of Yong’s sleeping head on his chest and the warmth of Varian’s hand in his accompanied by the sound of Nuru’s voice...he was going to miss it all.

“Don’t get attached.” It kept replaying in his head as he recalled so many soon-to-be painful memories in the calmness of the night around him, a breeze pushing the strands of hair around his ears and trailing it off the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn’t have and he really did regret it - especially Varian. He was just going to hurt him, and why? All because he was selfish and a monster. But he couldn’t just leave Donella.

Could he? I mean, it was entirely possible that he could in fact, leave Donella’s ranks and join Varian and his little rag-tag gang. By the sounds of it, Corona was VERY welcoming to ex-convicts considering the princess’ fiance was an ex-wanted thief, Varian had two counts of treason and attempted murder to his name and not to mention the infamous Cassandra who literally stole one of the celestial stones and briefly took over the kingdom. Surely they’d accept someone like him. The worst he’d committed was petty theft, so that was NOTHING compared to the crimes of his boyfriend. Heh. HIS boyfriend. A warmth began to form in his stomach, before being crushed by his guilt creeping back in. No. Varian would never forgive him for what he was going to do. Ever. He was a monster.

Once Varian had asked him if he believed in soulmates as they began to settle down for bed. At the time, he wasn’t sure what he meant - soulmates? As in..people destined to find each other? Didn’t seem scientifically possible to him, but now the possibility was creeping into his mind more and more with every day he spent with the boy. He liked the thought of it - being destined to be with Varian for all of eternity, as though they were meant to be together. The thought, in all honesty, made him feel slightly bubbly on the inside, but he knew deep down Varian deserved better. He deserved someone kind, caring...someone who wasn’t about to betray him and leave him behind as if he didn’t matter.

As if on cue, warm hands settled on his shoulders and pulled him out of his thought process, his head tilting back to meet the azure eyes of Varian. The azure eyes that were almost hidden underneath his mass of bedhead the other had presumably just given up with trying to tame at this point. He couldn’t help but give a little chuckle at the sight and shuffle slightly to the side. “Nice hair, goggles. Though, I have to say it’s very unique.” He remarked and yes, he did deserve the punch delivered to his side as the raven haired boy slipped to sit beside him and a mass of uncontrollable chuckles left his lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Hugh.” Varian stated, rolling his eyes before pecking his cheek and causing his laughter to cease, “care to tell me what a handsome guy like you is doing all the way out here in the middle of the night?” Varian questioned, his eyes staring into Hugo’s and Hugo could swear that they were burning right through him, making him feel slightly nauseous.

“Mmm, yeah I’m fine. Just, y’know, relaxing. The tent got far too stuffy with my abnormally warm boyfriend by my side in my sleeping bag, so thought I’d come get a break.” he lied through his teeth, silently begging to whatever higher power existed that Varian couldn’t tell he was lying to him. Luckily, Varian seemed to take this answer as the truth and cuddled into his boyfriend’s side as Hugo moved an arm around his shoulders to bring him closer. Varian always was the cuddly one.

“Okay, but I kinda wanna go back to sleep. You sure there’s nothing wrong, sweetheart?” Goggles asked again, moving away after a few minutes to tuck Hugo’s hair behind his ear with gentle fingers and slow movements. Ah, ever the considerate and caring one. Too bad that would be his downfall. Hugo nodded, cupping his boyfriend’s cheek and leaning in to place a kiss against the other’s lips before rising to his feet. “Nice.” Varian replied, keeping their fingers linked as he began to guide Hugo back to their tent.

Hugo’s eyes stayed focused on the back of Varian’s head before his eyes slowly drifted to look at the sky once again, the moon hanging with the stars framing and decorating it. He swore he could see the constellations in Varian’s eyes, their beauty completely underwhelming compared to the boy who pulled him along to rest once again. A ghost of a smile built on his lips at the sight of his boots in Varian’s other hands - at least he remembered that he brought them. He bit the inside of his cheek - he still had a few months with the gang left.

So for now, he pushed away his guilt as Varian pushed him back into the sleeping bag and rested his head on his chest as he slowly fell asleep. For now, he let himself rest with the memory of his deal with Donella far far away from him. For now, he let himself be with his boyfriend with no one else but them mattering to him in the world as he placed kisses to his boyfriend’s temple as he slowly drifted to sleep.

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian x hugo #varian tangled #tangled varian #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #alchemy boyfriends

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ugsoovin · 3 years

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things are shaping up to be pretty odd

hi gais its me ya gurl, blue. here’s some details on ya new best girl lee soovin.

lee soovin born on 6/13/95 in busan

bisexual demiromantic but not out to her family

infj, ravenclaw maybe but fuck jk rowling, chaotic good

lead guitarist for ctrl

daughter to an old school rocker from busan (but not a super famous one lol)

heavily interested in witchcraft, shamanism, mythology, conspiracies, puzzle

dropped out while getting a degree in computer science

works as a session musician at a well known studio, booked n busy

bio quick ver.

tw terminal illness death / the short story is her dad was sick prior to her birth and eventually passed away when she was six. this really broke down her mom into someone quite melancholic, as it easily might, and later on the death of her grandfather when soovin was sixteen prompted her mom to uproot them and move to seoul

she was teenager pissed abt this but moving to seoul also led to her finding some old stuff of her father’s, found out that he was a front man for a rock band back in the day, decided to try taking her music from her bedroom to a stage

went through two bands before getting to ctrl. first was a indie folk outfit called moon rocks, then a pop punk girl band called after hours. she never felt perfectly at home in either but she was mostly happy to be playing.

tw mental illness / has had severe lapses into depression, treated with medication and therapy in the past though she doesn’t reliably maintain either treatment method now

started guitar at nine, been in three bands, indie folk > pop punk > alt rock (current)

now works as a studio/session musician for hire at a popular studio and, frankly, does a good job of it, comfortable across genre, but really only shows off when she’s out w ctrl lmao

personality

she’s a train off the rails in more ways than one. perpetual motion machine, afraid that if she stops moving that gaping maw of depression will swallow her up again, so she just doesn’t stop. doesn’t stop moving or working or playing or fucking or drinking. just keeps going, endlessly, wearing herself down to the marrow. nbd right? totally fine. very sustainable.

despite how that might make her sound, she’s introverted enough and not super chatty. she’s well placed with her words and speaks more in her actions, unless you get her started on one of her Interests. then, expect an earful of conspiracy theory shit. but nothing damaging - get your vaccines, the earth is round, etc.

kind of an adrenaline junkie, if we’re being fully honest, and prone to rash decisions, disorderly conduct (but not as much as some, glances at rina accusatorially). skateboards, enjoys exercise but goes to a new gym every three months or so to take advantage of new member policies.

loves music, always wants to do more music, always wants to experiment with her music. luckily, working as a session musician means she’s always playing tons of different stuff so it works out.

headstrong, bright eyed, earnest. she’s got a big heart and big dreams. she is also big stubborn and can be dismissive as fuck if she feels like you’re not worth the time. has a tendency towards being a bit off the wall, not super well grounded in reality. head in the clouds would be a nice way to put it, or dreamy. fucking delusional if you’re rude.

spiritually inclined, maybe looking for answers still after being exposed to too much death, too normalized, too sorrowfully, so young. just wants to feel like there’s more to the world, wants there to be something beyond the mundane, still seeking out her greater purpose in this life. has big romanticized dreams in that respect. probably lends well to her artistry.

trivia

shes weird, like, luna lovegood adjacent in a way?? cassie from skins??? ish??. not quite as comical or one note (i mean she’s a developed character here ok) but like maybe she believes earnestly in aliens and maybe she casually reads up on the powers of crystals, and maybe she would like nothing more than to be reborn as a magical girl. but like, franchise dependent. ya girl not tryna go madoka magica here. tarot cards? sure. palm reading? loves it. saju? even better. she has an odd fixation on the macabre, morbid, unsettling, and otherwise bizarre, furthermore. hobbies also include urban exploring, casual ghost hunting, and skateboarding.

got really into horror movies and games when in a deep depression. tends to seek out media that elicits strong reaction and gets immersed in it. also got really into ARG (alternate reality games) and puzzles, enjoying ciphers, codes, codebreaking, programming, and so on as a result. lowkey a mathwiz, was posed to do very well in computer programming before she, you know, hit rock bottom, thanks brain.

plot twist, that’s how she ended up so interested in coming up with weird clues and puzzles and ciphers for CTRL. fans still haven’t found a good half of them but she’s getting better at making them just solvable enough without being massively boring.

plots

im up for anything, lets make trouble, lets have some angst, whatever. the more anguish and heartache the better. this is long ENOUGH so before i die of rambling i’ll stop here and leave specific plots for another time lmao.

#ooc #intro

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cinebration · 4 years

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Enough (Roman Sionis x Reader) [Part 12]

Roman’s future changes.

Tagged: @theblackmaskclub, @im-just-one-of-the-avengers, @obiorbenkenobi, @hoefordarkness, @whyisgmora, @writeroutoftime, @bellaisasleep, @bestbuds55

Warnings: VIOLENCE, death, language

Roman was nervous. He had a surprise planned for you after the dinner with his parents. A big surprise, the kind that burned a hole in his pocket. It weighed heavily on him as his driver took you both to the estate.

You placed a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s okay to feel antsy.”

Roman smiled weakly at you. You were wearing the two-tone black-and-white dress he had first seen you in. It amused him to see it. He gripped your hand tight the rest of the drive, drawing on your quiet strength.

Roman being Roman, you both arrived a little late, not quite fashionably but enough to forego pleasantries while the food was finished being made in the kitchen—the food was already on the table when Roman swept into the house. His parents were already seated.

“Thank you for waiting,” he quipped.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. Earlier in the day, you had carefully convinced him to do his best to rein in his emotions around his parents. He had to show his best side to prove he was ready to own Janus.

Roman pulled out a chair for you. He sat down beside you, across from his mother and adjacent to his father. The lit candles in the two beautiful candelabra on the table bathed everything in a soft light.

“Welcome,” his mother greeted you, smiling thinly.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you said, glancing at both his parents. “You have a lovely home.”

“Before we begin eating,” Charles Sionis declared, “I want to bring up the matter of why I’ve called you both here.”

“Great,” Roman said, leaning back in his chair. He grasped your hand under the table.

“You have done well at Janus with this new product line. However, in light of new information, I have decided that you are unfit to inherit Janus. I am terminating your position.”

Roman’s gloved hand squeezed yours painfully. “What?”

“I feel you are incapable of running the business, as evident from your recent decisions.”

“What fucking decisions?”

Charles fixed his attention on you. “Is it or is it not true that you are working for Wayne Enterprises?”

“What the fuck—”

“Don’t interrupt, Roman.” Charles stared at you. “Answer the question.”

Roman glanced at you. You had turned sheet-white, the muscle in your jaw twitching.

“No,” you managed to say.

“So you are not committing corporate espionage on behalf of the Wayne Enterprises subsidiary Wayne Industries, under the direction of Lucius Fox himself?”

You tore your attention away from him and looked at Roman, panic in your eyes. “I had no choice,” you whispered.

The pain struck him to his core—the center you had exposed in him. Roman felt the world rock beneath his feet. Brain struggling to understand, he stared at you helplessly, his lips slowly twisting.

“This,” you said, quickly pressing your hand to his chest, “wasn’t part of it, I swear.”

Roman knocked your hand away. “You were undermining me this whole time?”

“No! I—”

“You said I could achieve greatness! Was that a lie?”

“No!”

Roman leapt from his chair, knocked it over in his vehemence. His guts writhed, cold fire twisting through his chest. He couldn’t think over the voice shouting in his head. She’s a fucking liar! A bitch!

“You were lying to me the whole time,” he rasped. “All those late nights at the office. Trying to get me to inherit Janus.”

You reached for him. “Roman—”

“Get out!” he screamed. “I don’t ever want to see your fucking face again!”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, a half-choked sound slipping past your lips. “I can explain—”

“I don’t want to hear any more of your fucking lies!”

Pressing a hand to your mouth to smother a sob, you hurried past him, pausing at the threshold to look back.

Roman looked away. His pocket felt heavy, dragging him down.

“You see,” Charles said when you had gone, “you can’t choose a secretary without threatening Janus. You could have brought down the entire company thanks to that woman.”

Roman turned his furious gaze on his father. “What did you say?”

“You heard your father,” his mother said. “Now, I think we can prevent this faux pas from the press if—”

“Are you fucking serious?” He gaped at her. His chest was still bleeding from his heart being torn from his chest, and all his own mother could think of was the family’s image.

“Yes,” she said. “This could be atrocious—”

Something snapped within him. Storming around the table, Roman seized her by the throat with both hands. A roar sounded in his ears as he dragged her from the chair, squeezing with all his might.

He felt Charles lay hands on him, trying to yank him off his mother. She flailed beneath him. Roman squeezed harder, the roar in his ears louder. His mother kicked less, eyes glazing over.

Charles punched Roman in the back of the head. Roman staggered forward, relinquishing his mother. The roar stopped.

He realized dimly that he had been screaming.

Rising unsteadily on his feet, he sagged against the table. The candelabra in the middle of it knocked against his gloved hand.

His father crouched over his mother, checking her pulse, whispering her name.

Her eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling.

“You killed her,” Charles gasped. He turned to face his son.

Roman smashed the candelabra into his father’s skull. Charles hit the wooden floor, blood pouring from the wound. Roman brought the candelabra down again.

And again.

He barely heard the sickening crunch.

Blood pooled underneath his father’s body, reaching out to his mother’s.

Roman scrambled back, avoiding it. Dropping the candelabra, he tore the bloodied gloves from his hands. His breath came in ragged gasps, chest burning.

He stared with a strange detachment down at his parents’ corpses. As his anger subsided, cold realization set into his bones.

He was free.

Roman laughed, the sound echoing through the house.

Smoke assaulted his nose. He glanced to his right. One of the candles from the candelabra had kept its flame and rolled into one of the luxurious drapes, setting it aflame. Roman reached for the glasses of water on the table, turned to the fire.

Hesitated.

This house wasn’t his. It never had been. He realized that with perfect clarity.

Plucking the candles from the other candelabra, Roman hurried though the house, touching anything that could catch fire.

The heat felt good on his face.

Roman had his driver take him down the road to a small hill where he could survey his work. The estate burned bright, orange and black against the dark night, destroying the image his parents had created for themselves. The smoke twisted against the full moon, obscuring it.

As he stared, elated at his freedom, your words suddenly echoed back to him. “I want to help you burn your father’s empire to the ground.”

Roman felt cold again. Empty.

He realized bitterly that you had done what you had said you would.

#Roman Sionis x reader #Roman Sionis #Roman Sionis imagine #birds of prey #bop #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #Ewan McGregor #Ewan McGregor imagine

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mediioxumate · 4 years

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nonnie is enabling me!

Do you have headcanons for your arknights characters?

im so glad you asked. heads up for too many snow leopard references.

SilverAsh

the gap moe of it all. i think it’s really interesting that the general facade he puts forward is actually his gentle smile, and that his e2 art is where he drops it, implying he trusts the doctor enough to not necessarily keep up the (terrifying) pleasant boy demeanor. generally, he has 3 levels, his pleasant persona -> ruthless/cold -> snuggly cat mode.

he’s very very protective over his family - and considers all of those close to him family. he has a self sacrificial streak that’s easy to miss if you aren’t looking for it.

seeing as he’s like 6′3/192cm, he hit a serious growth spurt very young. threw his balance, and was definitely very gangly for a bit until he grew into himself. it did help solidify his more pacifying, pleasant persona, meant to be non threatening.

absolute sassbucket. no one asked, cio. no one.

well versed in business (obv) as well as law, and could veritably represent his family in court if needed, and allows his to retain his footing around the nobility he so opposes.

also has an assortment of Rich Boy talents: ballroom/formal dancing, well read, polyglot, and to a lesser known degree, he’s a painter - but this is primarily for himself. to others, he is simply well versed in art.

though many expect him to run cold with the whole ice prince aes he’s got goin on, seeing as he’s snow leopard adjacent, he’s actually quite warm.

relationships:

pram: they are estranged at best. he made the deal with her to become a saintess in her as well as the family’s best wishes, but being taken away from what she knows, and metaphorically dunked into the shark tank hasn’t boded well for their relationship. he would still defend her without second thought.

cliff: remain close but in the background, and he feels responsible for his youngest sibling. she has been known to give him headaches, but he’s very fond of her, and will always be in her corner. on the short list of people that get his true nature. appreciates the good name she makes for the clan.

courier: boyfriend. emotional support twink. but in all seriousness, they have one of those long, slow burn relationships (in canon) and the inherent eroticism of a boy dedicating his life to you. also in the short list of people to get him all the way to grumpy/snuggly/more himself.

ethan: as an artist, he has a lot of respect for ethan’s work, and thinks it’s very nice. but as a raised noble, he has an...adverse reaction to graffiti.

aak: he will sell him to satan for one corn chip.

shirayuki: not close, but relationship of mutual respect. there’s a certain alienating factor added when she is fairly close with pram.

Pramanix

lebsiam. lesbiab. lebs. le. girls. women.

beneath her serene exterior, she’s quite carefree and on the silly side. she’s playful and has dry humor that often goes unnoticed. few get to see this side of her when the serenity is so expected.

essentially a political prisoner. her position of saintess is less a power thing for her, and much more shackling. she’s removed from her family, and surrounded by too many people whispering in her ear. rhodes island is a welcome escape for her.

she is as religious as her post implies, but her relationship with her faith is extremely personal. her holy bell is kept close at all times, and treated almost reverently. it is as powerful as terrifying for her. one mistake and she’s doomed, and she’s learned not to make mistakes.

textile work is one of her passions, and something she’s gotten to do very little of since ascending to her position. weaving, knitting, dying fabrics, all manner of things. most of her wardrobe is made and maintained by herself.

those she cares deeply for receive little gifts from her - typically pieces of embroidery, small dyed cloths, simple things that can be displayed around the home or carried close. once she’s at rhodes island, these grow into sweaters and scarves - bigger, warm, wearable pieces.

additionally, growing up in an elite family, she’s well read, and her love for reading has never faded. it aids her well in her position, absorbing religious texts, history, anything necessary, but she also enjoys a simple novel. it’s not uncommon to find her curled up in a corner of one of the dormitory rooms with a book she’s scavenged to wind down after a long day and recover.

her other passion is tea! if one of the medics will teach her to maintain her own tea plants, she’ll be over the moon. over all, she finds it calming, and likes teas across the spectrum. with such low to connection to her usual hobbies, it’s often that she finds herself offering and making tea for those she meets with.

much like a cat, she requires more sleep than average - at least 10-11 hours at night, and a nap somewhere midday. rumor has it, it’s the toll being a vessel for the divine takes on her, and she would not disagree. it could also be depression.

relationships:

silverash: as mentioned prior, they’re estranged. she was younger than advisable when he made the decision to have her ascend to saintess. while aware it was likely the best move for her and the family, she struggles not to blame him for the stress and loneliness associated with her position. less inclined to stand up for her brother.

cliff: neutral relationship with her sister. while she holds no ill will, being separated hasn’t done anything to improve their relationship. there’s a bit of underlying bitterness that cliff is still free and able to pursue her passions. does not know about cliff’s infection.

shirayuki: future gf. she appreciates someone that matches her energy, and isn’t terribly demanding on her when her position is demanding enough. rhodes island has been her first chance to breathe in so long, those asking her to shoulder too much end up on her shit list. not that they’d ever know.

cliffheart:

funky little nb bisexual. unstoppable. she/they pronouns.

climbing calms her, and she sees any vertical surface as a challenge. it’s not uncommon to see her in spots she shouldn’t be around rhodes island, and she’s been known to scare some of the operators by scaling walls etc in the dormitories just to hang out. has had it joked that she should be a mountain goat not a snow leopard until she reminds them that they belong in the mountains too, thank you very much.

incredibly spunky and a huge prankster. and with SA as an older brother, she’s not easily intimidated or frightened by others. plus, she’s very nimble, get away is never a challenge.

also very flexible. will fold herself into seemingly impossible positions to scare someone when they walk in. much like the cat she is, her resting positions only make sense and look comfortable about half of the time.

as for her oripathy diagnosis, very few people know. she is careful to hide it, and is thankful for the lower stigma in kjerag to be able to continue to lead a mostly normal life. in all honesty, she’s terrified of it, and what will happen, but she also uses it to boost her desire to live in the moment, try new things, and remain adventurous.

after initially suffering the puncture wound, she wasn’t able to climb for a bit, still recovering from the trauma and getting the oripathy under control. it wasn’t long until she was itching to climb again.

generally hikes solo, but always excited for anyone that can keep up with her on the mountains! also into journaling and photography along the way to document everything. this often includes towns she visits and the stories of people she meets and talks to along the way.

relationships:

silverash: lovingly calls him cio. a little better than he can’t have much of a relationship with her publicly, but she loves him a lot and she wants better for him. hopefully, rhodes island can improve things.

pram: neutral and loving. she hasn’t spoken to her sister since pram took her position, and she’s fairly distressed about the deteriorated relationship with their brother. cliff plans to use rhodes island and the time there to reconnect with pram, and hopefully eventually connect her back to cio.

ethan: fast friends - and a killer combo. give a graffiti artist someone who can get him to the weirdest spots with ease. they have a similar prankster nature, and click fairly naturaly.

aak: fast friends as well. matching chaotic energy. she trusts few medics with her condition, but he’s one of them. his penchant for experimenting resonates with her, and she offers herself for whatever tests he wants to run willingly.

#this is longer than anticipated #and now im crying about the silversibs #muse; pramanix | anya silverash #muse; cliffheart | encia silverash #muse; enciodas silverash

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los-gatitos · 4 years

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for becca, a horrid little creacher

chocolate: first kiss was sixth grade w/ a girl yucky

french vanilla: im a whole 16 years

cotton candy: italy, london, boston

strawberry: montenegrin or welsh

coffee: nyx or urban decay tbh

mint chocolate chip: outdoors!

cookie dough: yah i play guitar

rocky road: literally anything by 100 gecs and the isolated vocals of throne by bring me the horizon OH ALSO HAIL TO THE KING luv avenged sevenfold

butter pecan: oh ana by mother mother, any tally hall or tally hall-adjacent tracks

cheesecake: taurus!

toasted coconut: the beach! so many more possibilities

chocolate chip: on this blog i think its one of my witcher wrong quotes

bubblegum: movies! they hold my attention better than books lol

pistachio: anime, againt they hold my attention + i can pick out the vas i recognize

salted caramel: the hobbit trilogy, the secret garden, ponyo, the old guard

birthday cake: howls moving castle, the princess academy, romeo and juliet, ophelia

moose tracks: ouran high school host club, red river, never understand (out of control)

orange sherbet: inuyasha, jojos bizarre adventure, violet evergarden, snow white with the red hair, princess tutu, i have so many more favs i legally cant list them all

peanut butter: im a math gay so

black raspberry: used to have a ball python but he got sick :( so now i just have my cat moonsy

mango: idk when i started it but originally this was a danganronpa wrong quotes blog, i never archived the posts so theyre still up

mocha: cloudy and rainy 🥰🥰

black cherry: forgetful, small, funny, friendly!

neopolitan: being ignored, deadlines, my homelife, slow wifi

raspberry truffle: indie pop, emo, or alternative i cannot choose

chocolate marshmallow: hershey for the fuckin win babes

toffee: steal the old mans bundle or blackjack

lemon custard: not usually but i did have a bagel today

dark chocolate: 😖😖 dont like this

fudge: everything. don’t touch me

peach: good music and hot tea

praline: somehow i still have never read the harry potter books and i never will. support trans women or perish

superman: yes but i overheat rlly easily so i dont own many

cherry: tea! i hate coffee but i will drink straight espresso if necessary

dulce de leche: piano! i tried years ago but it didnt stick

blackberry: many times i live a very comical life

ginger: i want a button that can just kick every conservative off the app. no more conservatives here go back to reddit

blueberry lemon: i dont rlly pay attention to individual blogs oops

almond: ??? i have never seen mean girls and i dont like the assumption that i have

butterscotch: black! i need to repaint them though

cinnamon: yep, though only once and it was by my ex girlfriend

blue moon: haha yeah and i may or may not have a teeny eeny meeney one rn

cappuccino crunch: nah i just pass out at random points of the day

mint: oh one time at this bar this guy was comin up to the second floor and in my general direction he said hey and like a fool i said hi back even though i super didnt know him and he just looked at me Real Weird and walked away. i stuck by the bar the rest of the night and wallowed

brownie batter: i wanna but its so sticky and wet i hate it so much

key lime: at my beach house :((( i miss it

red velvet: yah i fucked my eyesight up real bad back in fifth grade. mine r stylish though

green tea: .......vanilla...

#THAT WAS SO FUCKING LONG #BECCA YOU RAT #i do not back down from a challenge however #colors worked out nicely though #ice cream asks #ask challenge

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ancanosaur · 5 years

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Subscorp shorts: Young love and the magic of disobeying your father.

College!AU

I was driving home and was listening to Saturday by Fall out boy and thought of this. Enjoy!

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Hanzo was tired. Goddammit he was tired. He was sick of arguing with his father about who he can and can't see and why he needs to move on from 'failed relationships' as Mr. Hasashi likes to put it.

But there was nothing that failed or faltered with him and his love interest. Kuai was different from what Hanzo was used to, yes. But he liked that about him. He liked his slick back short hair, he liked how Kuai has such a different point of vew in life, with the justice system, with music- just everything. Everything kuai was and is, it's just different from what Hanzo has ever known.

Hanzo slipped into the front door of his home. The lights in the large house all dimmed down as the 20 year old held onto the straps of his messenger bag, his deep almond shaped eyes scanning the living room. The TV was still on, an infomercial about indoor mini golf playing on the screen, causing Hanxo to roll his eyes so hard it tugged at his tendons once he saw a familiar face on the screen. "Cage..." he muttered to himself.

The drama student really will take any acting job they throw at him, won't he?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the kitchen sink being turned on and the pleasant hummings of his mother paralleling from the clacking of dishes being washed in the sink. Hanzo tried to to sneak passed, only being able to get his foot onto the first step of the stairway. "Hanzo? Is that you?" She asked softly, looking over her shoulder at the dark silhouette of her only child.

He bit the inside of his cheek, there was no point in ignoring her, it was his father he was upset with, not his mother.

"Yes." He answered simply, the conversation slipping into their native tongue. "Your father turned in early tonight, he's still a bit upset with you." Mrs. Hasashi said in a soft tone, her long black hair tide up in a bun, not unlike Hanzo's.

The college student gave a shrug, more heavy on one shoulder than the other. "I said all i wanted to say to him." His tone wasnt angry nor soured as he spoke to his mother. But it did carry a spice to it. "I just find it all...a bit unfair." He leaned againat the door, his eyes focused on the marble flooring of the kitchen.

"Oh Hanzo," she said softly, washing the suds and bubbles from her hands. "I know you and Kuai were close, But after what happened to Bi-han, you're father and i are only worried that-" "Kuai is not his brother!" His voiced gained a bit of bite to it as he looked up to meet her gaze. A sting of regret cracked him over the head as he saw the worry that flowed through her eyes to him.

"I just don't want to speak of it anymore..." he finally said, once more lowering his eyes to the ground below. His mother let out a sigh. "Atleast try to understand, Hanzo. That's all we ask."

He didnt reply, only gave a shallow nod before bidding her good night and heading upstairs.

Once he was in the comfort of his own room he simply dropped his bag to the floor and dropped himself to his bed where he just eyed the twisting patterns in the ceiling. He wondered what Kuai was up to right now, maybe he was thinking of him too?

Some time passed and Hanzo was beginning to doze off as he laid, sprawled out on his bed, that is until he heard a thumping knock on the glass of his window which caused him to sit up and look towards the large window adjacent from his bed.

"Kuai!" Hanzo whispered in frustration, quickly getting up and opening the window where Kuai pulled himself through. "Kuai Liang! what are you doing here?! If my parents find you up here they'll-" Hanzo was cut off by one of Kuai's large hands as he finally stood to his full height.

Kuai gained a handsome smile as he looked at Hanzo with those ice blue eyes. "If you keep making so much noise, they'll definitely find us out." His was so deep and soothing for Hanzo to hear, like cold water to a burn.

Kuai's hand was removed from Hanzo's mouth only for Hanzo to instantly speak. "I missed you." He said softly, hands gripping the dark leather of his jacket. Kuai's smile quickly grew wider before he pulled Hanzo into a deep kiss. Hanzo's skin so warm against his own and Hanzo enjoyed the short scruff that tickled his chin as they shared that sweet kiss, pulling away to finally look at one another.

Neither of them were sure what to say, they only looked into each other's eyes, deep dark brown meeting cool aky blues.

"My father would kill you if he walked in right now." Hanzo finally said after a few moments. "Good thing we're not staying here." Kuai said, pulling Hanzo towards the window. "Kuai! I dont know if i should-" Hanzo stopped himself. Still forgetting that he is infact an adult, he only just lived under his parents roof while while he attended classes. "Where are we going?" He quickly corrected himself as Kuai swung a leg out the window.

"Want to go to our spot? It's a clear night out tonight." The younger man looked up at him, that same heart warming smile planted on his face that made Hanzo's stomach do back flips.

"Let's go." Hanzo only said before planting another kiss onto Kuai's lips.

Once they both had climbed down and their feet were firmly on the ground Hanzo looked around at the orange glow of the street, streetlamps being their only light. "Where's your bike?" He asked, still in a whisper. "I parked up the street, im sure your father would recognize the sound." Kuai answered, voice just as low, but both of their hearts raced in their chests. The thrill of sneaking out together under the secure blanket of the night was almost too thrilling for the two young men that were forbidden to see one another.

The walk wasnt too far from Hanzo's house to Kuai's motorcycle, he could see the blue paint job from where they were. They talked softly, snickering like the gitty teens they were as they finally made it to their ride. Kuai really was Hanzo's night in old leather jacket and hia trusted stead was the fastest in all the land.

"I'll go slow this time." Kuai said, tossing Hanzo a helmet. "You say that everytime, and it's amazing that sometimes i believe you." He smiled at his boyfriend before he placed his own helment over his head, not getting on the bike until he made sure Hanzo's was on right and secure before they both hopped on.

Kuai started up the engine. "Hold onto me." He said over his shoulder as the bike purres loudly. "I was planning on it." Hanzo wrapped his arms around the other's midsection, pressing his back firming against his chest as they took off.

The city lights zoomed pasted them quickly, leaving only an array of streaking colors for the eye to catch. The city was sound asleep and quiet, the sound of Kuai's bike echoing off brick walls and emty buildings. But soon the brick and stone broke into the tree line as they left the city limits. Something Hanzo could have guessed both from the forest that surrounded them and the fact that Kuai had picked up speed. He couldnt tell if he wanted to empress him or frighten him so that he would hold him tighter. Either way, Hanzo definitely had a sure grip on his lover.

Soon the bike came to a slow halt as they reached an area familiar and special to the both of them. Hopping off the bike and taking off their helmets, Kuai pushed his bike along side them as they walked down a small path that parted through the short green grass that grew in the field they were now walking in.

"Think anyone will steal him?" Kuai ask, kicking out the stand and setting the bike aside. "Him?" Hanzo raised a brow, though an amused look was firmly placed on his face. "Your bike is male?" He chuckled. Kuai smiled as he grabbed Hanzo's hand, placing a sweet kiss to his knuckles. "Dont be jealous, we're only good friends." This only made Hanzo roll his eyes as a smile remained on his full lips.

A short walk up the hill and a blanket from Kuai's satchel on the side of his bike and here they were. Sitting under the star dusted night sky. The spring air was cool against their skin as crickets sounded arounded them, the clear sign that summer was a soon approaching.

They laid together under the stars, the thick blankets nice and comfortable underneath them as they laid on their backs. "Hanzo?" Kuai broke the silence between them. "Hm?" Hanzo replied, his eyes still glued to the galaxy before them.

"What do you think happens after we die?" Hanzo almost snickered, but stopped himself once he quickly remembered that Kuai's parents died when he was small. Oh what deep and thoughtful man Kuai is.

"Im not sure..." well, it was his honest answer. Hanzo didnt think of these things too often. "Why do you ask?" Hanzo turned his head over to look at the shape of his boyfriend.

"I just dont think that this is it. Atleast not all of it." His deep voice was low but not saddened in anyway. Maybe he wasnt speaking of his parents?

"Well..." Hazo paused for a moment, turning on his side to face him, propping his head up with his hand. "What do you think? You tend to be quite the deep thinker."

Kuai gave a gentle pause, seeming to be in deep thought for a moment or two before he spoke gently.

"That this is just one of many lives we have lived." He looked over at Hanzo, also turning to lay on his side. A smirk placed gently on the pink of his lips. "Reincarnation?" Hanzo asks. "Not quite." Kuai's blue orbs almost glowing under the silver moon light.

"What then?" The long haired one asked, curious at this point. "Tell me what you're thinking about, Kuai." He held his lover's scruffy face.

"What if there's just an endless list of possible lives that we have lived and are going to live?" He placed a large calloused hand over Hanzo's that held his face. "Not us being reborn into new people, just us living another life in another way."

Hanzo gained a grin. "Well, i dont know. It could be that way, couldn't it?" He scooted closer into Kuai, wanting to take in how he felt and how his heart sounded as it beat in his chest as they both looked back up at the stars.

"If it is true," Kuai spoke after a minute or so of silence. "Then we always end up together. In each life time." He said with a spread of passion in his voice, holding Hanzo close who was mused by the thumping of his heart.

The heat in Hanzo's chest was a swelling flame of love for the man who held him in his arms. A smile grew on his face, yet he couldnt help but give a sarcastic tone that was dazzled in charm and wit. One of the many things that Kuai loves so much about Hanzo.

"We better."

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Some healing up after MK11! I hope you enjoyed! :) i usually dont really care for AUs when it comes to MK simce the canon universe is just so rad as it is. So this is a rarity my doods!

Please forgive and grammar/spelling mistakes!

-Onyx♤

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