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#she realized that there was no escaping the resemblance to her mother bc it is now a proven fact that black brings out her cuntiferocity

hongcherry · 8 months

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pretty please (stay with me) || c.sc | 3

“After being assigned a fashion show for your big senior project, you set off to find volunteers to make it successful. However, when you meet Choi Seungcheol and his unfriendly clique through your volunteers, you realize they’re an unwanted package deal you can’t escape from. Can you handle Seungcheol’s obnoxious friends, and can he handle your brash behavior?”

🍒 Pairing: businessMajor!Seungcheol x fashionMajor!Reader (afab)

🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Slice of life (!!!), slow burn, drama, fluff, angst; Unrequited enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, college au

🍒 Warnings: General tws + mention of death, mention of divorce, sugar daddy seungcheol (we love to see it)

🍒 WC: 12.6k

🍒 Betas: Sarah, Indi, Kelly, Freya 💖

🍒 Author’s Note: Already halfway through the series! Thank you for all the support I've gotten so far! (no I won't stop saying thanks bc I'm grateful for you all!). I'm really relieved people like it since I enjoyed writing it a lot ♥️

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You sit on the edge of your bed, legs bouncing with anticipation.

He will be here any minute, and like before, you’re suddenly self-conscious of your outfit. You didn’t change it as many times as you did last time, but you still thought hard about it. You end up donning a black faux fur tube top, high-waisted black pants, and black heels.

Your red pumps are an option, but you think they’re too much—a little too dressed up for a simple dinner… But then again you are wearing a top that resembles a fuzzy rug, so the outfit is already borderline “too much.”

And Seungcheol likes red.

Your eyes dart to the discarded shoes in the corner. Does it matter that he likes red—on you, to be more specific? If you wear those, will he think you wore them for him? Do you want to wear them for him?

As the questions tumble into your mind, you barely register your door opening.

“Honey?” your father asks gently.

Your head pops up to see him entering your room. “Yeah?”

“How late are you going to stay out?” he wonders.

You give him a quizzical look. He rarely questions you on your outings, let alone the duration.

“I’m not sure. I can bring home some food for you and Seoah,” you offer, thinking he needs you to bring back dinner since you will be gone.

“No need. I’m going to take her out once you go,” he replies.

You’re never good at hiding your reactions. Your eyes widen slightly before narrowing. This is odd coming from your dad.

“What’s the special occasion?” you wonder. You can’t recall the last time he took you both for food or just out in general.

“There’s none,” he says. You stare at him in silence as you take in his appearance. His usual eye bags are still present, but he looks more freshened up than you’ve seen in a while. It also looks like he put some effort into his outfit.

“Are you dying?” you ask, thinking he is trying to leave a positive impression before he leaves this earth.

Your dad’s eyes enlarge. “No, no, I’m healthy. I just,” he sighs. “Seeing your mother again made me realize I haven’t been very attentive to you and your sister.”

“This isn’t the first time she’s come back though,” you reply, confused as to why this time is different.

“I know. I can’t really explain it right now,” he says. “Are you going out with Dae?”

“Yeah—” a buzz from your phone “—she’s here.”

You stand up from your bed. “We can talk later, if you have time.”

“I’ll find some time,” he says. You aren’t sure if that is really going to happen, but you don’t want to ponder on that now. “Come back safe.”

“Thanks,” you murmur. Talking to a caring dad has your mind-boggling. You want to feel like your father is actually going to be in your life, but he’s been out of it for years, so it’s hard to imagine that changing.

Your father nods and makes his way out of your room.

A knock at your door startles you from your daze. Before you can overthink the decision, you hastily kick off your heels and replace them with the red pumps. You apply a layer of matching lipstick, then toss the stick in your purse while you jog to the front door. Though what you see isn’t ideal.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ln,” Seungcheol greets respectfully.

“You as well, Seungcheol,” replies your father. You can’t see his face from where you are, but he sounds friendly. Not that he shouldn’t be. He has no reason to be hostile. You just aren’t sure if he’ll try to play the tough dad or not.

Plus, a part of you worries Seungcheol will be able to see past the “perfect family” facade and see all your imperfections.

You gently push your way in front of your dad, turning to face him with your back to Seungcheol.

“I’ll see you later,” you tell him and nudge him inside so you can close the door better.

“Now, just wait a minute, Yn,” he says and looks over your shoulder to Seungcheol. Your body tenses. He is not about to give the whole get-her-home-by—

“—by eleven o’clock. I trust you’ll keep her safe.”

Seungcheol doesn’t appear to be bothered by your father’s little protective speech. Instead, he gives him a reassuring smile. One that a gentleman would wear and one you aren’t used to seeing from him. Normally you get teasing grins.

“Her safety is my top priority,” Seungcheol says earnestly.

Oh God, now you’re stuck between a rom-com conversation.

“Great. Now that you’re both done going through your lines, can we go?”

“Lines?” your dad questions. You aren’t about to waste any more time explaining your lame reference to common daughter-father-date discussions. Not that Seungcheol is your date.

“Is that Seungcheol?!” Seoah’s voice rings behind your dad. Not her, too.

“Yup, it’s slang, bye Dad!” you quickly say, and instead of shoving him back inside as you planned, you turn and shove Seungcheol down the stairs.

“Hey, wait!” Seoah calls out and zips past you to Seungcheol. Seungcheol stands at the bottom of the steps, eyeing you with confusion at your strange behavior. He looks at Seoah when she stands at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, Seoah,” he waves at her.

What did she do to deserve one of his dimple-inducing smiles?

“It’s good to see you back,” she beams, a grin on her face.

“You too,” he chuckles.

“Back?” your father asks.

Your attention zooms in on Seoah, and you hope the silent glare you give her is recognized by her. Her mouth drops open at the realization.

“I mean, it’s good to see your back! It’s nice,” she corrects quickly, gesturing around his body. “It’s, erm, wide and cool.”

“His back is wide and cool?” echoes your father slowly in puzzlement.

That’s enough.

Seungcheol laughs, his obnoxious little deep “ha’s” ringing in your ears. You quickly grab his arm and start to drag him away.

“Have fun at dinner,” you say to your family while you briskly walk away.

Despite Seungcheol being strong enough to pull himself out of your grasp, he lets you lead him to his car.

“Do you think my back is wide and cool too?” he teases.

You whip around to look at him, pausing in your trek. You’re standing a little too close than you intended. “No, I think it’s mediocre and dull.”

He laughs again at your response. You flicker your eyes to the sky as you take a deep breath.

“Not another word,” you warn before guiding him to his car.

Your hand is on the passenger’s side handle, ready to pull it open, but Seungcheol stops you. He gently pushes your hand off before placing his own on the handle.

“I’m perfectly capable of opening your car door myself,” you grumble, arms crossing over your chest.

The corner of one of his lips raises. His eyes drop to your lips briefly.

“I know, Cherry,” he says, then averts his gaze back to your eyes, “but I’m chivalrous, remember?”

He pulls the door open and nods to get in. You narrow your gaze at that, wanting to challenge him on if he truly is.

“Can you guys stop flirting and get inside? I’m hungry,” Dae’s voice pulls you from your staring contest. You forgot she will be in the car already.

“You heard the lady,” Seungcheol murmurs to you.

“You’re going to get this heel stuck so far up your ass, Choi Seungcheol.”

He chuckles and leans in closer, voice dropping so only you can hear, “Sounds kinky, baby.”

You push down the fluttering of your heart at the pet name because you refuse to let him get away with that cocky reply.

“If you both don’t get in now, I’m leaving you guys and taking the car,” Dae threatens.

You glare at Seungcheol for a second longer before lowering yourself in the seat.

“Finally,” Dae mumbles when Seungcheol climbs in.

“Sorry, there was an… incident that delayed us,” you say and set your purse in your lap. Dae leans forward, placing a hand on your arm to turn you toward her.

“You don’t look sick,” she observes to herself. You scoff and brush her hand off you.

“Because I’m not,” you say.

Seungcheol starts driving as you speak with Dae.

“Are you sure?” she wonders.

“Why would you think I’m sick?”

“Because you apologized.”

You peer back at her, unamused. Dae just smiles.

“She also says please now,” Seungcheol chimes in. You groan at his addition and press your back into the seat. Your feet almost kick like a kid throwing a tantrum, but you hold back that urge.

“Well, now, she’s always done that…sort of. Have you been saying please more? I’m shocked. What about your ‘thank yous’? You haven’t forgotten those right?” Dae asks as if speaking to a child.

You sigh loudly, making it as audible as you can so they know how annoyed you are. Apparently, all Seungcheol’s outings result in your misery one way or another. “I’m not agreeing to any more of your invitations, Seungcheol.”

“I doubt that. You like my company too much to refuse,” he replies. He doesn’t appear to be bothered one bit by your statement.

“Does she now?” Dae wonders aloud. You don’t like where her mind is wandering to.

“Hush it, you two. The only tolerable one here is Yejun,” you huff, having seen him for a second when you glanced at Dae. He was on his phone then, but now he’s sitting back enjoying the bantering between you all.

“I’m honored to hear that, Yn,” he teases.

Even though the car ride consists of Seungcheol and Dae teasing you and Yejun, you’re grateful to get your mind off the troubles you’ve been having lately.

When you arrive, you quickly open the door and step out before Seungcheol can open it for you.

“I beat you this time,” you gloat as Seungcheol comes to stand by you, locking his car once the others are out.

There’s a small bounce to your step when you exit that causes Seungcheol to give you a warm smile, eyes staring at you with tenderness.

“That you did, Cherry.”

Your elevated shoulders deflate while a pout takes over your features. His reply is too casual. You had expected something more witty.

“While you two do a round two of flirting, Yejun and I are going to go inside,” Dae says before wrapping her arm in Yejun’s and leaving you both by the car.

She walks away too fast for you to reply, so you turn to Seungcheol. He wears a red turtleneck, black pants, and a black leather jacket slung over his arm. The shirt hugs his body nicely; it outlines his muscular chest ever so slightly and makes you yearn to see more. His hair is styled a little to still look natural but gives it a different appearance. He’s really handsome tonight. Red seems to be his color as well.

“You’re not going to wear that?” you wonder while pointing to his jacket.

He shakes his head. “It’s too hot right now.”

“Then why did you bring it?” you ask, eyebrows coming together.

Shrugging, he takes your hand in his. Your first instinct is to pull away—startled at his sudden touch. You’ve never held his hand before. The act seems a little too intimate… Makes you feel a little too warm.

Nevertheless, you keep your hand in his. The feeling is rather nice if you’re being honest with yourself. His grip is firm to make the grasp feel secure but not too tight to be suffocating. It’s as if he’s just naturally used to having a strong grip on things.

“We don’t want to keep them waiting,” he says before making his way to the restaurant. You stay silent as you walk next to him.

“I’m glad you listened to me,” he comments when you are near the entrance.

“Huh?” you ask, glancing up at him.

He gives you another smile and reaches past you to hold the door open.

“Red still looks good on you. Even if there’s only a little of it.”

So he did notice.

You tear your gaze from him at his compliment, heart beating quicker. You can’t keep it steady even if you try. You feel a little proud you decided to go with the shoes after all.

You mumble a ‘thanks’ before walking inside. He follows behind you, greeting the host. The host gestures to where your friends are all seated before wishing you a good dinner. It almost looks like they are a group of people celebrating something, but you know they aren’t. There are just a lot of you. And of course, the two empty seats happen to be next to each other at the end.

“Hi, Yn! Hey Cheol,” Joshua greets. When everyone notices you, there is a chorus of hellos. The large welcome has you smiling, not used to the friendly attention.

All the people who are helping you with your project are here, plus a few others. They make you promise not to talk about the show before sitting down, claiming you need a break from it. You want to protest as you can talk about whatever you want, but they have a point. You probably do need a mental breather. Thus, you agree to their conditions.

You sit between Seungcheol and Wonwoo, who you just met. He’s a film production student and like Vernon, keeps mostly to himself. Despite that, he isn't shy to engage wholeheartedly in the conversation if he is passionate about the topic. You also meet Jun and Seungkwan for the first time—Seungkwan being the more outgoing of the two.

Seungcheol’s friends are a lively bunch, and although his business friends can get rowdy as well, their energy just doesn't match this group. It’s more relaxing, carefree, and so easy to slip into. However, a part of that can be because you don’t feel like you’re on defense the entire time.

For the first time in years, you are surrounded by people you thoroughly enjoy—without the stress of being the best, viewed as being the enemy, and the pressure of keeping your family together with tattered strings. It’s all so… alleviating. Comforting.

Seungcheol keeps his arm hung over the back of your chair as you attentively listen to his friends. Sometimes you would feel his hand on your back and would turn to see if he needed something. He always shook his head and nodded back to who was speaking—sometimes it was multiple, and you just picked the closest conversation you could hear.

You’re so used to hearing Seungcheol’s voice that you don’t realize how quiet he can get. At first, you’re concerned, but you realize he’s enjoying sitting back and watching his friends have fun. You don’t know how long he’s known these people, but from the fond look in his eyes, you know the duration doesn’t matter. They mean a lot to him.

You wonder if he’ll ever look at you like that in the future. Like you are someone he cherishes and adores. Suddenly, you want to try everything in your power to achieve that.

Once the food arrives, you figure the noise will quiet down. That isn’t the case. The table is still chatty even though it should be filled with munching. You suppose this is the pros of being with a large group.

Seungcheol had moved this arm so he could eat, but he put it back when he was done. When his fingers graze your back for the nth time, you finally peer behind you to see his hand. You giggle as you realize he’s been playing with the fuzz of your top the entire time.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly apologizes and retracts his arm from your chair. You grab his wrist, guiding it back to where it was.

“It’s fine. It’s nice,” you murmur.

“And cool?” he taunts, referring to Seoah’s attempt to hide the fact that Seungcheol had been to your house before.

You scowl at him half-heartedly before turning away. In spite of the loud environment, your ears still catch his low chuckle behind you.

Not once this night did Seungcheol put on his jacket. He never came close to needing it. Nevertheless, he didn’t hesitate to drape the material over your shoulders when he saw you shiver for the third time. There’s a tiny part of you that wonders if he brought it just for you. Though that’s a reach as he wouldn’t have known what you were wearing. You could have brought your own.

Despite feeling warmer, you miss his hand touching your back. Sometimes it would tickle your bare skin whenever you moved a certain way; it had shivers running down your spine. It could’ve been because of his cold hands, but you knew it was more because of his skin touching yours. You’re tempted to remove his jacket just so you can feel his touch again.

“Hey Yn,” comes a voice behind you suddenly. You glance up to see Jeonghan. He leans on the back of Seungcheol’s chair to look at you.

“Hi,” you greet. He’s sitting on the other side of the table, so you wonder what brings him over.

Jeonghan glances down at Seungcheol, one hand on his shoulder. “Seungcheol.”

“Jeonghan,” answers Seungcheol suspiciously.

��So, I heard you’re paying for some people’s dinner,” Jeonghan trails off.

Seungcheol leans forward to move away from the man.

“Emphasis on some,” he replies.

“One more won’t hurt, right?” Jeonghan asks with an innocent smile on his face; however, you know that grin is more devious than it appears. It means trouble.

“Hm, you’re right,” Seungcheol answers, then glances past you. “I’m sure Wonwoo would love a free meal.”

Jeonghan whines at his reply. “Not him! Me! Pay for mine, buddy?”

“No,” Seungcheol says with a small laugh.

“Seungcheol’s paying?” Soonyoung’s voice rings out from across the table. Their conversation, albeit not loud, catches his attention. Or perhaps Soonyoung just has a keen ear for the words “pay,” “Seungcheol,” and “free”.

“No!” Seungcheol says, louder than before.

“Seungcheol’s paying?” More voices resound this time, all heads turning toward Seungcheol.

“No, I’m not,” the man in the center of attention declines. He sends a glare to Jeonghan.

“Isn’t he so generous?” Jeonghan says, disregarding Seungcheol’s answer, and goes to wrap his arms around Seungcheol. The latter man has no choice but to accept the hug as he is trapped due to the table.

Whoops, hollers, and thanks reverberate from the group.

Your eyes scan the table. It’s covered in plates. Sure, a few meals aren’t too bad, but paying for a table of sixteen is absurd. Perhaps they’re all joking with him. Though, when they all begin to file out of the building without opening their wallets, you know they’re serious.

Seungcheol stays seated as they leave, informing you both they’ll wait outside.

You stare at Seungcheol in shock. You figure he’d be infuriated, but he looks relaxed still. Almost as if this isn’t the first time it’s happened.

You grab your wallet from your purse, plucking out your card and holding it out to him.

“I can help pay,” you say. Seungcheol glances at your offering. He smiles at you and pushes your hand back.

“I appreciate that, but don’t worry about it, Cherry.” He sounds amused as if you just offered him a popsicle rather than money.

“But this is way too much for you to pay alone,” you argue.

Seungcheol doesn’t let you see the bill and pays for the meal swiftly. However, you don’t need to see the total to know it’s a lot of money.

“Seungcheol,” you scold when he doesn’t listen to you.

He chuckles and slides his card back into his wallet. “Put that away, and let’s go, baby.”

He gestures to your card still in your hand before standing up and adjusting his clothes. It takes you a few seconds to move, still dumbfounded by him actually paying for it all and affording it, and him calling you baby. Despite him only calling you that three times, it still has the same effect it always has.

Not that you are counting.

He takes your hand in his again as he walks out, thanking the host once more.

“There’s the man!” Seokmin greets him with open arms when he sees Seungcheol.

Seungcheol shakes his head in disapproval, but he has a smile on his face. “You all owe me now.”

“You say that every time,” Seungkwan calls out.

“Exactly. You all have a tab open,” he says.

“We were thinking of getting some ice cream, you guys want to come?” Chan asks.

Seungcheol glances at you before saying, “I’ve got to get her home, sorry.”

“What?” you ask. “No, you don’t.”

“It’s almost eleven,” he answers. You sigh and shift your weight.

“You don’t actually have to get me home by then,” you say, remembering your father’s words.

“Yes I do,” he argues. He looks at Dae and Yejun before you can reply. “Do you both want a ride back?”

“Nah,” Dae says. “We’re going to get another one.”

“Alright. See you all later,” Seungcheol raises a hand in farewell.

“Thanks for paying!” Mingyu exclaims, a bright smile directed toward Seungcheol.

“It was nice to meet you, Yn,” Wonwoo says.

“Get back safely,” Jun adds.

“Thanks,” you answer and then peer at Seungcheol. He’s giving his last byes. Dae catches your gaze, giving you a big grin and a few eyebrow wiggles. You roll your eyes at that and send her a small wave as Seungcheol starts to lead you to his car.

When your friends start driving past, waving and shouting goodbyes while they leave the parking lot, you slow to a stop.

“Why don’t we go with them?” you ask.

Seungcheol raises a brow. “You want to go?”

“I don’t see why not,” you shrug. Truthfully, you don’t want the night to end.

“You like hanging out with them that much?” he teases.

“They’re not that bad,” you mutter, “and ice cream sounds nice.”

He lets out a breath as if in realization. He slides his hand from yours, which you are about to protest, and then drapes it around your shoulders.

“I’ll get you ice cream on the way back, okay?” he replies and continues to his car.

Seungcheol keeps his promise, stopping by a place to get you both a double-scoop cone for the drive. Compared to the last time you were in his car, this ride is a lot more relaxing. It’s quieter since Dae and Yejun are absent, but the music on the stereo fills the small space.

At a stop light, Seungcheol fishes his phone from his pocket.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, lifting the phone up at an angle.

You peep up while licking your ice cream. “Hm?”

“Smile,” he instructs and puts his cone in the frame.

Your gaze drifts to his phone, a puzzled look on your face just in time for him to capture a photo. You’re a second too late to understand what he’s doing.

Seungcheol laughs at your unreadiness.

“Hey! That’s not fair,” you whine and nudge him.

“That’s not my fault. I told you to smile,” he says. He sets the device in the cup holder when the light changes.

“But you didn’t give me enough time to do that,” you grumble.

Not wanting him to have the upper hand, you retrieve your own phone. You lift the device, both your faces on the screen but only you are looking at the camera. Seungcheol is focused on the road, so you quickly take a photo.

“Did you—? Okay, that’s not fair. At least I told you to smile,” he laughs when he hears a click, taking a quick peek at you.

“We’re even now,” you smile as you click on the picture in your gallery. Seungcheol’s side profile can be seen in the background. His tongue is poking out to take a lick of his ice cream. That part was unintentionally taken, but you find the candid photo endearing.

“For now,” he replies, lips in a wide grin.

Your hands are sticky after you’re done with your treat, so you dig out the hand sanitizer in your purse. Seungcheol gives you his palm upon seeing the item. You laugh softly and place some in his hand as well.

Everything feels so normal. It doesn’t help that he places a hand on your thigh so naturally that you can’t find an excuse to move it. At some point in the drive, you start playing with his hand, running your fingertips across his skin and toying with the ring he wears. You don’t even realize you are doing it until he slowly pulls away to put the car in park.

“Did you have fun?” he asks quietly.

For once, you don’t shy from the truth with a sarcastic answer. “I did. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Again, it wasn’t just me. They wanted you there,” he reassures with a kind smile.

That’s weird for you to hear, and you aren’t sure how to respond. You still can’t wrap your mind around the fact multiple people wanted to be in your presence. You mean, it wasn’t just yours, but normally people give you side-eyes when you’re near. Or perhaps you just feel like they do.

“I’m glad you came,” he says before turning off his car. “Now, wait while I open your door.”

You watch as he walks around the car and comes to your side. You want to disobey him, just to rile him up, but you decide to let him have this win. In all his chivalrous glory, he holds out his hand when he opens the door.

“Thank you,” you giggle as you take it and climb out of his car. He keeps his hand in yours leading you to your house.

“You don’t always have to walk me to the door,” you say.

“I can’t see the door from where I park,” he replies.

“You don’t need to?” you answer, but it comes out more as a question due to your puzzlement.

He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “Of course I do. I won’t know if you made it inside safely.”

“That’s kind of you, but—”

He turns around to face you, stopping you in your tracks

“I meant what I said earlier. Your safety is important to me,” he says, eyes locking onto yours so you can see his seriousness. Heat rises to your cheeks. You try to bite back the smile though it’s no use.

Seungcheol stares at you with gentle eyes.

“I like seeing you hap—” he starts.

A loud noise startles both of you, forcing you to move away from one another. You expect to see Seoah or your dad watching from the windows, but you don’t see any faces hiding behind the blinds.

What was that?

Another loud crash.

You don’t like the doom that creeps into your mind. Worried about your family, you rush to the door—only to find it slightly ajar. That doesn’t seem good.

“Seoah? Dad?!” you call out as you push open the door.

“Yn, stop!” Seungcheol urges and runs after you. He grabs you before you can get farther in. He moves you quickly so you are behind him.

“Get out of my way, Seung—”

“Who’s that?!”

You peer around Seungcheol to see your mother, a random knickknack you have around the house in her hand. Your eyes shoot down to the floor to see shattered glass.

“Are you out of your mind?” your father shouts and snatches the item from her hand before she can presumably throw it.

You shove Seungcheol out of the way. Well, you try to shove him. He stands firm in his stance. You try again, and although he still doesn’t move away, he leans slightly over so you can see better.

“What are you doing back?” you question your mother. She turns to you, eyes puffy and lips curled in a snarl. She looks like she hasn’t slept for a few days.

“Yn, dear. Hi sweetie,” she greets, voice softer than before.

Seungcheol watches her with hawk eyes, but when you push him for the third time, he relents. Though he still keeps close.

“Dad?” you ask, hoping to get an explanation.

“She came wanting her stuff back. I told her we had to sell some of it to afford things, and she wasn’t happy about it.”

“Am I supposed to be glad?” your mother growls as she turns back to your father. “You had no right to do that without my permission!”

“You weren’t here,” you say. Her gaze on you is one of surprise as if you’re supposed to be on her side.

“I was coming back,” she says, shoulders sagging.

“And then leave after a few days. This isn’t your home anymore.”

“You’re my home, baby girl,” she replies and starts to come closer. Seungcheol takes a step forward.

You put a hand on his arm to stop him, telling him quietly, “This isn’t your problem.”

This doesn’t make him move, and you sigh. This is exactly what you wanted to hide from Seungcheol. To hide from the world.

“Who is this? You’re letting our daughter see this disrespectful man?” your mother questions your father.

“He’s a nice young man,” your dad defends. There’s an annoyed spark in you that wants to ask how he could know that. He met him for five minutes or less, and suddenly he knows Seungcheol? However, you don’t want to ignite another argument.

“Yn, take Seoah with you and go book a hotel room. You can take my wallet,” your father instructs.

At Seoah’s name, you realize she’s been home while all this has been happening. You’re used to her being somewhere else when fights like these occur.

Without another word, you nod and start toward her room. You don’t get far before you remember Seungcheol. You stop to peer at him.

You’ve never seen him so mad yet worried.

“Thanks for the meal. I’ll talk to you later,” you dismiss, hoping he will turn around and leave so you can focus on Seoah. You should’ve known he wouldn’t do that.

“Yn,” he says.

“Boy, get out of this house right now,” your mother declares.

“You’re the one that needs to leave,” your father exclaims.

Sighing, you grab Seungcheol’s hand and pull him down the hall. You knock on Seoah’s door. Your parents fighting can still be heard.

“It’s me,” you say. The door creaks open.

“What do y—Oh, Seungcheol!” Her eyes widen when she sees him.

You move in front of him more so she’s focused on you. “Eyes on me. Pack a bag. We’re going to a hotel.”

“Again?” she sighs. “I don’t want to. I can just put my headphones in.”

“It doesn’t matter. Pack. We’re leaving in fifteen.”

“I said I don’t want to!” she huffs.

“I don’t ca—” you hiss, only stopping when Seungcheol places a hand on your hip.

“You can stay at mine.”

Seoah’s eyes light up at this.

“Really?!”

“Absolutely not.”

You and your sister say in unison.

“Why not?” Seoah whines.

“We don’t need his help.”

Seoah stares at Seungcheol for a moment and then at you. Finally, she nods solemnly. “Alright, I'll be ready soon.”

“Good,” you reply, then walk to your room. Seungcheol follows you.

“You shouldn’t have said that in front of her,” you scold as you grab a bag, not bothering to look at him. He quietly closes your door to block out the noise outside, though you don’t hear it shut fully.

“Maybe not, but I meant what I said,” he replies.

“And I meant what I said,” you pause while putting a shirt in the bag, eyes glancing at him. He leans against the wall near your door; his arms are crossed. “We don’t need your help.”

You go back to tossing clothes in the bag in a rush. You kick off your heels and trade them for socks and tennis shoes. You don’t hear Seungcheol move until a hand is gently placed on yours.

“Just stop for a minute, Yn,” he says.

“I don’t have time.” You brush his hand off and go back to your closet. Seungcheol grabs your reaching hands and turns you to face him. He leans in so you can see his face easier.

“Stop,” he instructs, using that firm tone of his. It has you relenting. “It’ll be faster to just stay over. You won’t need to deal with a hotel. They may not even have an empty room.”

“You shouldn’t have to deal with us,” you reply, chest jumbling with overwhelming emotions. You were happy with him just minutes ago. Now, you feel embarrassed and frustrated.

He shakes his head. “I want you to come. You won’t be bothering me.”

“Do you have a roommate? What would they say?” you question, thinking back to how some of his friends are rooming with each other.

“I live alone. I have a spare room Seoah can sleep in. It’ll be more comfortable there.”

“What about me?”

“You can have my room.”

“I’m not going to kick you out of your own room, Cheol.”

He smiles, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It’s nice to know you care about me.”

“I don’t,” you huff. “I just don’t want you to give me a hospital bill from the back pains you’d get from sleeping on the couch or floor or wherever.”

Seungcheol chuckles softly and watches as you take a deep breath. The playful moment disappears as quickly as it came.

You bow your head; wrists still clutched in his hold as you ponder his offer.

Staying at his place rather than a hotel does sound nicer, and he has a point there may not be any openings. Not to mention, it’s the cheaper option. But will this be crossing into territory that you aren’t ready for? You’ve hung out with him enough times to consider him your friend, but even then, that’s new to you. Friendship doesn’t come easy to you. Despite you clashing heads with his business peers, you feel Seungcheol has slid into your life too readily. Like it’s too good to be true, and he isn’t going to stick around permanently. Something in you doesn’t like that thought, but that’s an issue for another day.

Seungcheol places your hands on his chest before moving his own to cup your face. He gently lifts your head up to see you. Your eyes are glossy, not yet crying but can easily if one more thing goes wrong.

For the first time, your veil of confidence lifts.

“Stay with me,” he whispers.

He’s talking about going over to his place to get away from your parents. You know this. That’s what this whole discussion is about. But why does your heart tell you he means something else?

There’s a knock at your door, and you move away reluctantly. Seoah shuffles inside with a backpack on her back.

“He’s still here,” she says, surprised at Seungcheol’s appearance.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, we’re,” you pause as you do one final debate in your head, “we’re going to his place for the night.”

From your peripheral, you see Seungcheol’s lips lift in a faint smile.

Seoah’s sad face brightens at the news. You aren’t too sure why she’s so excited to go to his place, but you figure it’s similar to your reason—it isn’t a stuffy hotel room.

“You convinced her! You’re so clever!” she exclaims to Seungcheol.

“I am, huh?” he agrees to which you nudge him.

“Seoah, will you go grab my toiletries, please?” you ask.

“Hm, fine, but only because I forgot mine,” she replies and hurries to your shared bathroom.

“I’m clever, did you hear?” Seungcheol gloats while you finish packing.

“I’m pretending I didn’t,” you mumble.

You zip the bag and toss it over your shoulder. As you expect, it doesn’t stay there for long. Seungcheol carefully slides it off your body before putting it on his a few minutes later. You had opened your mouth to protest, but he shook his head to tell you not to argue. Sighing, you nodded because frankly, you’re done having and hearing arguments for now.

You meet Seoah in the bathroom, and you all walk to the door.

The yelling has stopped.

Your mom is sitting with her head in her hands, and you can hear her sobs filling the room. Your dad is cleaning the mess she made from tossing things around. They are talking, but you don’t stay long enough to hear the topic. The few words you do hear make it sound like they’re talking about their marriage, which is a conversation long overdue.

Seungcheol ends up carrying all the bags to the car. While he sets them in the trunk, you and Seoah sit inside.

“Woah! This is fancy,” Seoah admires, eyes scanning the small space.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol laughs lightly as he drives away.

Seoah talks for a while before eventually falling asleep. You aren’t surprised as it’s late, and she probably doesn’t realize how much the drama took a toll on her.

“You can sleep too,” Seungcheol offers quietly. He keeps his hand to himself this time, and you wonder if it’s because of Seoah or because he wants to distance himself from you. You can’t blame him if he did. Who wants to deal with other people’s problems? He only offered for you to come over out of courtesy.

“I’m okay,” you reply, gaze cast out the window.

As if sensing your thoughts, his hand comes to rest on your thigh again. His thumb brushes against the material of your pants, offering some comfort and reassurance. You place a hand on top of his gently. He flips his over so he can curl his fingers around your hand. You both gaze at each other with a small smile before turning away, hands still clasping in each other.

Seungcheol carries Seoah and her bag once you arrive. He offers to carry your bag too, but you’re stern in your refusal. He’s helping enough. He directs you quietly to his apartment number. After retrieving the keys, you open the door.

His apartment is spacious.

The interior is polished and decorated nicely. Similar to his car, it’s enough to tell you it’s luxurious but not obnoxious to shove it in your face. And man, is he wealthy. From his car, his clothes, the dinner bill, and now his apartment? His pockets are definitely not empty. You’re sure he could rent or buy a house, so why he decided to live in an apartment is unknown.

Seungcheol leaves to put Seoah in the guest bedroom while you lock the door. You place the keys in a bowl near the entrance. Some of his shoes are left by the door, so you take off yours before walking any farther.

“Cherry?” he calls out. A small smile forms on his lips when you respond to the name. He nods for you to come over, and you follow carefully as if you could break his flooring. You don’t think you can afford the repairs if you do.

“You act like you’re walking on glass,” he chuckles. He watches you with amusement.

“I don’t want to break anything,” you explain.

Seungcheol glances around where you are. The path you take is pretty much empty, but you still act as if you are going through a maze of porcelain vases.

“You’ll be fine. Now walk a little faster, please,” he says.

You don’t listen to him and keep your pace. Seungcheol eyes you as he leans his back against a wall. His head is tilted and his arms are crossed while he waits.

“You’re cute,” he comments when you come closer.

“Be quiet,” you hiss and take a few more steps before stopping in front of him.

“No,” he says defiantly, then guides you to another room. Although you don’t see the room he put Seoah in, you’re positive you have just stepped into his room.

You were so caught up with your family drama that you didn’t think twice about Seungcheol being in your bedroom. Now that you are in his, it dawns on you how much of your life he has seen in a short period of time.

It isn’t a big deal. At least, it shouldn’t be; however, bedrooms are personal. They often described the resident, and you and Seungcheol have seen each other's spaces in the span of an hour.

“The bathroom is over there,” he points out. “You can set your bag anywhere. I’ll be out there on the couch.”

“I should take the couch,” you say.

“Cherry, don’t argue. Not tonight. You’re sleeping here.” His words make it seem like he is tired of your complaints, but he talks so softly that it doesn’t feel like that.

“Fine,” you comply.

Seungcheol rewards you with a smile. “Goodnight then. I’ll see you in the morning,” he says and starts for the door.

“Cheol,” you murmur, reaching out when he comes by.

He stops as soon as he feels your hand grazing his arm. “Hm?”

Your eyes rise to meet his, and the look on his face has you needing to catch your breath. He is worried. Worried about your well-being. Worried about what would happen tomorrow. You don’t want him to stress over you.

“Thank you,” you speak softly, “for a lot of things.”

He chuckles and raises a hand to the nape of your neck, thumb caressing your cheek. “Care to be specific?”

“For dinner. For this. For not… leaving me.” Yet.

“I don’t think I would if I could,” he murmurs.

“You can, though?” you say, skepticism evident in your head tilt.

Seungcheol’s mouth curves into a small smile, eyes searching yours for something you don’t know. “You’ll know one day.”

That doesn’t help your puzzled state, but that doesn’t seem to affect him. Slowly, he leans in. His lips press against your forehead tenderly, lingering there long enough for you to close your eyes for a second. It’s gentle and sweet. You wish it was on your lips instead.

“Sweet dreams, Cherry.”

He leaves without another word, and you’re in such a stupor that you don’t have time to say anything before he shuts the door behind him.

Using Seungcheol’s bathroom and changing in his room is strange. Yet what’s more strange is that it doesn’t feel all that… weird? Not like you thought it would be.

Is it another illusion you cast upon yourself?

Seungcheol would stroll through the door, dressed in sweats and a loose shirt… or maybe not one at all. He would kiss your mouth in greeting. His broad body would press against yours, and he’d smile that smile that had you wanting to do anything to keep it there. He’d slide next to you in bed, whispering teases in your ear that would annoy you, yet you wouldn’t want him to stop.

Oh, hell. What is wrong with you?

Irritated at the mini story you conjured in your head, you kick at the jacket on the floor. However, you recall you didn’t bring a jacket tonight. Seungcheol had let you borrow his. You just kicked his jacket.

Oh no.

But it’s just a jacket. Why are you getting upset over it? You can kick it again. It isn’t going to come alive and bite you. Seungcheol will never know you fought with it, but something in you feels guilty about the action. Perhaps because it belongs to him, and you feel responsible for it since it’s under your care.

Shaking your head, you grab the item and hang it over his dresser. You’re losing it. Your marbles? All gone. Rolled off to another dimension, never to be seen again.

You move to his bed, carefully pulling back the covers to climb in. Your body sinks into the mattress, and a sigh leaves your lips at how good it feels under you. It’s comfortable, soft, and way too big for just you. You feel like royalty.

Leaning over, you switch off the night light, snuggling deeper in the covers and taking a deep breath.

Sleeping in his bed is surely a bad idea. His expensive cologne is lingering on his sheets and is a strong reminder of where you are. Nevertheless, you pull the covers closer to you as you close your eyes. You need a break from your tiring thoughts.

The morning comes sooner than you’d like.

You open your eyes expecting to see your pegboard of sewing supplies and instead see a black dresser. It has you jolting up and frantically glancing around. When you spot the black jacket on the dresser, you remember you aren’t home. You’re at Seungcheol’s.

You reach over and flip your phone to view the screen. It’s nearly ten.

You linger in bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media until Dae texts for a favor. You’ll fill her in on what happened later, for now, you’re forced to go to your gallery to send a reference of something she needs. The act has you stumbling upon the picture you took last night.

The stretch of your lips happens involuntarily as you stare at Seungcheol through your screen. Even though the night ended poorly, at least you have something to remember about the good times.

Having caught yourself staring at the photo for too long, you quickly exit the app and send Dae what she needs. That’s enough phone usage for now.

Reluctantly, you haul yourself from Seungcheol’s (beyond) comfortable mattress, fix the bed, and then go to the bathroom. After a quick change, you carefully open the door and pad out to the living room. You anticipate seeing Seungcheol sipping on something warm on the couch, but what you see instead has your heart tightening.

Seungcheol lays on his back, one arm resting across his eyes and the other across his chest. Some of his hair is trapped against his forehead due to his arm, and the rest dangles off the side. His lips are slightly ajar due to the position of his head. The blanket that was once over his body is now situated half on the floor.

You recognize his clothes from last night, and a pang of guilt hits your heart. He could’ve knocked on your—his—door and asked to get a spare of clothes, yet he left you alone. It was a selfless act, and you stare at him with newfound affection.

You shuffle in your spot, unsure of what to do. A part of you wants to be a creep and stare at Seungcheol longer—he looks too cute not to—and another wants to go back to his room until you hear some movement. Neither of these happens when you hear Seoah’s voice.

“Are you plotting his murder?” she whispers, though it’s louder than one.

You snap your eyes to her, feet moving farther from the sleeping man. You scoff, muttering, “No!”

“Then why were you staring at him like that?”

“I was not staring,” you argue. Seoah’s eyes narrow, unbelieving you.

“Were to! You weren’t even blinking.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“And you’re lying.”

You both eye each other down from across the room, sending invisible daggers each way.

“Go get dressed,” you finally say.

“Why?” she questions. “We’re going now?”

“Soon, yes.”

“But it’s so nice here. Don’t you think we should, I don’t know, cook him breakfast for letting us stay here?”

“We can give him a granola bar when we get home,” you sigh. Just once, can she listen to you?

“A granola bar? I didn’t think you hated him that much,” she gasps, overexaggerating her expression.

“You’re right. I don’t. I’ll give you the granola bar instead,” you threaten.

She giggles, and a frown sets on your lips at the sound. “You can’t. They’re all gone. I gave them to Dad.”

There’s a small puff of air somewhere in the room that doesn’t come from you or Seoah. The only other person in the room is… Your eyes go to Seungcheol. Sometime during your bickering, Seungcheol had woken up. He doesn’t have his eyes open or has even moved his body, but his lips were definitely not in a smile a few minutes ago.

“Did you hear that, Seungcheol?” Seoah asks. “Yn’s trying to kill you with granola bars.”

“Hm, I heard,” he chuckles softly, still a little sleepy. He peels his eyes open and leans his head to the side to look at you. The arm that was once over his eyes has shifted to rest on his forehead.

“That’s not very nice of you.”

You should be irked at being ganged up on. They’re teasing you, yet your mind gets foggy from hearing Seungcheol’s deep timbre. He already has a deep voice, and you’ve heard it go deeper when he’s teased you, but this is different.

And goodness, do you find it attractive.

“I think we won,” Seungcheol continues playfully and looks at Seoah with a smile.

“I think so too! She doesn’t have anything to say,” she giggles.

You blink a few times and then look at Seoah. “Why aren’t you getting changed?”

“This is why you don’t get invited to parties. You ruin the fun,” she huffs, smile dipping into a frown at your words.

“Parties aren’t fun in general,” you counter.

“Speak for your own parties!” she says.

“What do you even know about them?” you question. Seoah opens her mouth to answer but stops when Seungcheol speaks.

“Seoah, go get dressed, and we can get some breakfast. One that doesn’t include granola bars,” he chuckled.

“Oh?! Okay! Sounds good,” Seoah replies excitedly and turns to go back to her room.

“You listen to him and not me?” you scoff.

She stops in her tracks. “He’s nicer.”

“I’m your sister,” you answer as if that holds more weight.

“Right,” she drags out. “I revoke that privilege!”

She hurries inside the room and shuts the door.

“Privilege,” you repeat with a scoff and cross your arms over your chest.

“You should’ve been a lawyer,” Seungcheol says as he stands from the couch. You focus your attention on him, almost forgetting he’s there with how quiet he is being. His hair is sticking in different directions, and you have to force down a giggle.

“What? Why?” you question.

“Because you like to argue.”

“Hmph!” you sound and give him your back. A childish move, but Seoah isn’t here to mock you for it later.

Seungcheol laughs and comes up behind you. He places his hands on your hips, leaning his head to your ear. Your heart begins to race at how close he is. His breath tickles your ear, and you squirm at the sensation. Seungcheol holds you tighter.

“I think you would’ve been a good one,” he murmurs, voice still deep from his sleep. You want to listen to him more.

“Really?” you hum.

Seunghceol’s hair brushes against your cheek when he shakes his head.

“No,” he teases before slowly slipping his hands from you. You whip around to look at him.

“Where are you going?” you ask. Why do you sound so desperate? You don’t need to be near him. It doesn’t matter he’s leaving.

He smiles as he walks back toward his room.

“To get ready. Don’t miss me too much,” he replies, sending a playful wink and shutting his door.

Seungcheol comes back dressed in a simple black short-sleeved shirt and jeans. It’s not a combination you haven’t seen before. In fact, it’s really common, yet your eyes can’t tear away from him.

“Is it stained or something?” Seungcheol questions, glancing down at his outfit as he walks to you.

“N-no,” you reply and avert your eyes from him.

“You know you can tell me when I look nice, right? My ego will only inflate a little,” he says.

He plops down next to you on the couch, swinging an arm behind you and spreading his legs a bit. Your gaze drifts down to his thighs. They’re thick, and you wonder if they will be soft or firm under your touch. Your body instinctively inches closer to him like the temptation is too strong to ignore.

You hear Seungcheol try to stifle his laugh, causing your eyes to move away.

“A little?” you echo when you recall the active conversation. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

He smiles and shrugs. “Well, what can I say? A pretty girl giving me compliments makes my ego grow bigger than usual.”

“Cheol,” you whine, glancing away, wishing he wouldn’t say things that make your heart do somersaults. You had put those thoughts under lock and key because you are definitely not developing an infatuation with Choi Seungcheol.

Seungcheol tucks a finger under your chin and turns you to face him, so he can see your flustered expression clearly.

“My pretty girl,” he murmurs so low you have to strain to hear it.

Silence looms over you both. You swear he can hear your thudding heart. His hand glides from your chin to your upper thigh.

“You gonna’ give me that compliment now, baby?” he prompts lowly while his hand gently massages you.

“You look good,” you reply quietly, fighting to stay calm.

“Only good?” he hums.

“Really good.”

Seungcheol chuckles. “I guess that’ll do for now.”

Your lips tug down when he pulls away from you, making Seungcheol pause and smile.

“Don’t be sad, Cherry. You can compliment me more later,” he says. You have a feeling he knows the true reason for your pout but decides not to mention it.

You’ll have to work on hiding your expressions better. For now, you focus on making sure you and Seoah don’t leave anything before heading out the door. You don’t fight with Seungcheol when he takes your bags again. It’s just easier not to.

As promised, Seungcheol drives you all to a local breakfast diner. It’s lively—filled with all different walks of life. You see couples, friends, families, and some loners who don’t actually look alone. They seem content.

Seungcheol must come here often as most of the workers recognize him. They’re happy to see him with new people this time. You think you catch sight of one of them giving him a thumbs up, but it could’ve been directed to another patron.

“This tastes amazing!” Seoah exclaims, another fork full of pancakes entering her mouth.

“Don’t eat so fast,” you scold when you see her cheeks full.

She brushes you off with a wave of a hand but waits until she swallows what’s in her mouth before taking another bite.

“Is yours okay?” Seungcheol asks from across the table.

You had wanted to sit next to him, but Seoah had pushed you inside the booth and slid in after before you could have a say. Though Seungcheol doesn’t let the distance stop him from giving you affectionate touches. He has been brushing his leg against yours slowly under the table for the past ten minutes.

You glance at him and nod. “It’s great,” you say.

“I’m glad,” he responds before taking another bite as well.

The rest of the meal isn’t anything exciting. You all eat well, and when it comes time for payment, Seungcheol beats you to it. You try to pay, even going as far as trying to distract him, but he remains adamant. You reason he just paid for a hearty meal last time, and the least you can do is pay as a thank you for spending the night. He only shakes his head.

Seoah is much more awake on this car ride. Her mouth almost never stops running. She gives Seungcheol so many compliments on his apartment you figure his ego is bursting at the seams. He’ll be full of them for days. Then Seoah talks about you—well, tries to. You shush her every time she attempts to tell an embarrassing story.

“But he should know how you can’t eat more than three egg rolls before throwing up—” Seoah says from the backseat.

“Seoah!” you huff for the umpteenth time.

“Seriously, Seungcheol, she ate so much one time that her body can’t eat a lot anymore,” she continues. You rest your head against the headrest with a groan. You don’t want to go to jail. Deep breaths.

Seungcheol laughs, taking a quick glance at you. “Fully noted,” he replies.

“Good! You should know this stuff since you’re her boyfriend,” she says. “Well, not yet, anyway. You’re going to ask her out, though, right?”

The question has you holding your breath. You don’t expect him to answer as it isn’t any of her business, but there is still some hope that he’ll respond.

Seungcheol makes a small choking noise while he tightens his hold on the steering wheel, obviously startled by the sudden question. His face becomes flushed, and his ears turn a light shade of red. It isn’t often you see this side of Seungcheol, and you almost let Seoah continue. Almost.

“I—” Seungcheol starts.

“You’re five seconds away from being kicked out of this car,” you threaten Seoah as you turn in your seat to glare at her.

“Seungcheol wouldn’t do that to me,” she protests defiantly.

“There’s always a first for everything,” you smirk at her. “Plus, it’ll build your character.”

She gives you a shove on the arm and pouts.

“Don’t worry, Seoah. You’re safe with me,” Seungcheol says after he collects himself.

Seoah straightens at that, sticking her tongue out at you. “Told you so!”

You mutter a “yeah” at her as you shake your head and glance at Seungcheol. He gives you a lopsided smile before looking back at the road.

That night your mom and dad discussed their relationship.

It’s been delayed long enough, and all that pent-up anger finally bubbled over, resulting in your mom becoming the Hulk for five minutes. You had never seen her so mad, but you’re grateful she was throwing the objects on the floor rather than at your dad or Seoah.

They agreed to break up officially. It’s always been a cloudy subject with them. You didn’t really know where they stood, but it’s clear to you now. Whatever hopes of getting your family back won’t come true. Your parents have some money and plan to file for divorce papers soon. You aren’t sure how custody will work, but you figure Seoah will stay with your dad. Your mother is too busy traveling to take care of your sister. Despite your dad also being busy, at least he’ll be home more. Though, you get the feeling you’ll still have to look after her.

As promised, your father put aside some time to talk to you. It wasn’t a lengthy conversation, but it was… nice, regardless. He apologized again for not being there for you and Seoah and said he’ll try to be better. He’s honest in that he tells you it will take some time, but you’re grateful he wasn’t feeding you fairytales.

Two weeks pass by with the same schedule—wake up, homework, class, homework, dinner, sleep. You meet with Dae a few times to work on your project, but that’s all. You have a quarter of your outfits completed for the show, which feels good, but you still have more to finish. You’re on track with your own deadlines, but barely.

You haven’t seen Seungcheol much during the weeks. If you do, it’s only through passing. Texts with him have also been minimal due to your schedules. You should be fine with that. You’ve seen and talked with him plenty that weekend to last weeks, yet you can’t get him out of your mind.

You’re not sure when you’d grown so attached to the man, and that makes you worry. You’ve only known him for nearly three months. It’s too soon to feel this strongly. To feel like you need him. You need to focus more on something else. Anything but him. You have repeated this in your mind, trying to make it stick.

Though it isn’t too successful, considering you are sitting on your bedroom floor with Seoah stringing beads as a thank-you gift for Seungcheol. You want to blame this on Seoah, but you had come up with the idea. Seoah is here because you know she has been wanting to do something. However, if you are being honest, the main reason is you need an excuse for why you are making a bracelet for him. The idea is silly, but you found a bunch of beads in your room and needed to do something with them. Maybe this is too childish for someone like Seungcheol. You were going to back out of the plan, though Seoah was over the moon at the suggestion. Needless to say, you couldn’t change your idea even if you wanted to.

“These beads are too small,” you grumble as you try to pick up a bead for the third time.

“You just want to complain,” Seoah replies, having no issue with plucking beads from the container. You glance at her work. She used pink and blue beads only, alternating between the two. There’s also an “S” dangling in the middle.

“‘S’ for Seungcheol?” you wonder. Seoah glances at the letter and then at you.

“No. ‘S’ for Seoah. I want him to know it’s from me,” she explains. You laugh a little. A two-for-one use.

She tilts her head at yours. “Why the cherries?”

Your body warms at the question. It’s simple. Innocent. Nothing inappropriate or difficult to comprehend. Though the answer is more complicated, or at least, it’s too personal to share.

“They matched my colors,” you shrug, acting as if it has no significant meaning, but you know otherwise.

You want him to be reminded of you any time he sees it. You want to be on his mind as much as he is on yours. It’s only fair. Plus, in a weirdly possessive way, you want to feel like he’s yours. Even if that isn’t true.

“There are strawberries, too,” she points out.

“I just grabbed the first charm I saw.”

“Ah,” she examines the unfinished bracelet. The beads are alternated in a different pattern than Seoah’s. It consists of mainly white beads, a few red and green ones scattered between. “It’s nice.”

As you tie the string, you consider the chance of him not wearing it at all. Is yours too much? Too cheesy? Should you just have given him money and left it at that? Why did you spend an hour planning a design and ensuring the beads you picked weren’t scratched or chipped? Seoah had finished hers minutes ago but stayed watching you.

It’s been a while since you hung out with Seoah alone. You hung out more when your mother was here, but even then, it wasn’t too often. You aren’t as close as you feel you should be. You glance at her once you are done. She’s been growing fast, slowly discovering her personality and interests. You know you will never win the Best Sister Award, but you can try to be an honorable mention.

“Seoah?” you call, fingers toying with the finished bracelet.

She’s staring at your hands, but you can tell she isn’t really registering what is happening around her. Somewhere lost in her thoughts.

Still, she answers and looks up. “Yeah?”

“Do you,” a pause, “want to sleep over in my room tonight?”

It isn’t a big deal. You don’t plan to have a pillow fight and do each other's nails, but you would have company.

She looks happy for a split second and then narrows her eyes. “What’s the catch?”

“There’s none,” you shake your head.

“Then why did you ask?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Not quite ready to fight through the awkwardness of a sappy conversation.

“I thought it’d be nice to have some company, but you don’t have to,” you answer and grab her bracelet. You slide them inside a sheer bag you found, pulling the strings to close the opening. You stand up and place it in your purse. You’ll give it to him tomorrow.

“I want to!” Seoah says quickly when she feels like you’re changing your mind. “Let me go get changed.”

“It won’t be like the sleepovers you have,” you warn when she gets to your door. You don’t want her to get false ideas. She smiles at you.

“I know, but I don’t care.”

After you both are ready for bed, you lay staring at your ceiling. She talks about her classes, friends, and even a few crushes she has. She’s a social butterfly; unlike you, people enjoy talking to her. She is quirky enough to put some fun in conversations, but not excessive to come off rude or overbearing. You’re not sure how she grew to be such a good person because she sure as hell didn’t learn that from you or your dad. Whoever it was, though, you’re grateful. You’ve stopped feeling close to your family, so you quit putting effort into getting to know them more.

Maybe you should change that.

This feels like walking in a tiger’s cage.

You are surrounded by people dressed up in suits and others in plain jeans and a shirt. The majority have neutral colors on, and it’s different from what you’re used to. At least in your building, there are more colors.

There’s no way you’re going to be able to camouflage yourself in your all-pink plaid outfit, so why try?

You keep your chin high as you try to find the study room, ignoring the many stares you receive on the way. You texted Seungcheol earlier and asked for his location. When he asked you why, you simply said it was a surprise.

Room 526.

There’s a window in the door, and you peer in to see if he’s there. He is. Though he isn’t alone. Hajun, Hana, and Doyun are there as well. They’re silent, heads bowed, as they all work on something in front of them. Seungcheol seems deep in thought.

That is until Hajun makes a comment while glancing at Seungcheol. He smiles, chuckling at whatever she said before they both go back to their work.

It’s odd to see him in this environment. He acts so casually with the very same people who only spit insults at you. You know Seungcheol has never stopped talking to them. You didn’t tell him to, and they were his friends before you. Yet, there is still a twinge of disappointment that he remained friends with them.

Dae’s words ring in your ear from weeks ago—he could have left you. Then there is the devil on your shoulder telling you he should have. However, you tried that already. You made that decision for him, but he came back. And you let him.

“Yn?” says a male voice behind you. You jump, turning on your heel quickly and moving from the door.

Vernon stands with his backpack hanging off one shoulder.

“Vernon,” you say, startled. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles shyly. “I’m late for a study group.”

“I thought you were changing majors?” you question.

“I am, but I figured I’d stick it out for the classes I have. Don’t want to waste any more money than I already have by withdrawing,” he chuckles sadly.

“It’ll be worth it once you find something you like,” you reassure.

“Thanks,” he replies and gives you a toothy smile. He looks so young with that grin. “I should go in before they text me again.”

You step aside as Vernon moves.

“Hey, can you tell Seungcheol to come out?” you ask quickly before he opens the door.

“Sure,” he replies.

“You took your time,” Hana teases when the door opens.

“It’s not my fault my phone died overnight. I didn’t hear my alarm,” he pouts. There are a few chuckles that echo in the room.

“Oh, Cheol?” Vernon says. There’s silence for a second. “You’re needed outside.”

“Why?” Seungcheol asks; he sounds distracted.

“Yn’s here.”

“Yn?” Hajun questions, surprised. “What is she doing here?”

“I’ll be right back,” Seungcheol says as you hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.

“She’s probably just here to recruit you for her stupid project. You don’t need to help her. Let’s just get back to work,” Hajun reasons. “Vernon’s here so we can get done faster.”

“I’m sure you can wait five more minutes,” he says. You listen carefully as his footsteps become louder. The door squeaks when it’s pushed open more.

You look up at the noise and meet Seungcheol’s eyes.

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

His hair is pushed off his face, a few pieces hanging down deviantly. He wears black slacks and a tucked-in white button-down. The tie around his neck is loosened and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone.

His once-stressed face soon brightens as he lets the door shut. He moves closer.

“Hey, Cherry,” he smiles.

“Hey,” you reply, a little breathless from having held your breath.

“It’s good to see you,” he murmurs, leaning a forearm against the wall. You notice he’s keeping his distance, and you’re unsure if it’s purposeful. Perhaps you’re just overthinking again.

“You too,” you reply. Your eyes take one more quick sweep of his attire. How he makes a simple fit look so remarkable is beyond you.

“I can tell you want to give me another compliment,” he haughtily says.

You huff, trying to disguise your panicked expression with faux annoyance. “Not when you tell me that.”

“I can wait,” he says and disregards your comment. He lays his head against the arm that’s on the wall as if he’s taking a rest. You want to wipe that smug smile off his lips.

“You’re insufferable,” you whine.

“No, baby, I’m patient.” He speaks slowly as if to emphasize his statement.

You glare up at him but soon relent with a huff. “You look good.”

“Oh, come on, you used that last time. Don’t you have another adjective? Maybe one that rhymes with pot?” he smirks, an eyebrow rising in challenge.

He wants you to call him hot.

You aren’t going to at first, but then you decide you’re done with him having the upper hand. You recall his shocked and reddened face at Seoah’s question in the car. It would be nice to see that again.

You close the space between you, hand grabbing the end of his tie. Slowly, you wrap the material around your palm. His smug smile slowly disappears with each inch you tug him closer. He pushes his forearm off the wall and sprawls his hand on it instead. His other hand grabs your hip so he can’t tumble forward.

“I’ll say something even better,” you purr lowly. Your faces are so close to each other that you can faintly feel his breath. “You look very sexy, Seungcheol.”

The hand on your hip squeezes you, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob from his harsh swallow. It feels good to put him on the other side for a change. You smile triumphantly at his reaction before letting his tie unravel from your hand.

Taking a step back, his hand slips from your body, and you dig into your purse for the jewelry bag.

“Here, I came to give you this,” you explain and hold the bag up. His eyes drop from yours to the item. He still looks a little dazed.

“It’s a thank you for letting me and Seoah stay the night.”

Seungcheol takes the bag, flipping it over in his hand. He brings it closer and examines it through the sheer material. His lips slowly tug up. Before he can say anything, you hastily continue.

“It was Seoah’s idea. You don’t have to actually wear them, we—she just wanted to give you something.”

Seungcheol starts opening the bag, and you swiftly put a hand out as if to stop him. “You don’t have to open it now, you can do that la—”

He takes out the two bracelets, twisting them until both charms are facing him. You drop your hand and start playing with the strap of your purse, resisting the urge to tap your foot as you stand in silence watching him.

“T-the ‘S’ is for Seoah, not Seungcheol,” you explain. You’re not sure why you do it in the first place. It doesn’t really matter what the ‘S’ really stands for.

“And the cherries? What do they represent?” he questions, eyes flickering to you with a faint smile.

Your heart hammers in your chest. He doesn’t need to ask that. He knows what they represent.

“They’re just cherries. Don’t think too muc—”

“That’s not true and you know it,” he scolds gently. Your eyes focus on his hands as he carefully slips both bracelets on his wrist. They fit around him perfectly. They aren’t too tight to dig into his skin, but they are loose enough to allow a finger or two to slip through.

His gaze moves back to yours. When he notices your averted gaze, he leans in to catch your attention.

“What do they represent?” he repeats, a hint of sternness to his voice.

You meet his eyes reluctantly. “Me. They r-represent me.”

“Yes, they do,” he says, finally letting his smile show more. Seungcheol slips the bag into his pocket. “They’re nice. Tell Seoah thank you.”

“I will,” you answer, clearing your throat. “I’ll let you get back to studying.”

“Don’t you want your thank you?” Seungcheol chuckles and takes a small step forward.

Your body freezes in place. “I don’t need one.”

“Hm,” he says. He takes a quick glance at the study room’s door before cupping the back of your neck gently. Warmth spreads from that area to the rest of your body. You stare at him with wide eyes.

“Thank you, Cherry. Really,” he murmurs and then kisses your forehead for the third time since you met him.

You truly aren’t keeping track. Definitely not.

“I’ll text you later?” he says, though it sounds like a suggestion.

“Okay,” you agree with a small nod.

“You going home?” he asks and slowly walks back to the door, hand grazing your skin as he leaves.

“No, I have a class. Do you have a test or something?” you wonder, recalling how serious he looked earlier.

“A presentation,” he says. That explains his attire.

“Ah. Good luck,” you wish.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but you quickly added, “Oh, and Seungcheol?”

His hand is pressed down on the door handle when you call. He turns his head to you, waiting for your reply before he goes inside.

“You do look sexy.”

Seungcheol laughs, less flabbergasted about your compliment this time.

“Thanks, Cherry. You look beautiful.”

He says it as if it’s as easy as breathing. There’s no hesitation or delay in his comment. You wonder how long he’s been thinking that.

Seungcheol pulls the door open before you can reply and slips inside. As the door is closing, you hear Hajun ask, “Goodness, was she trying to get in your pants? You took forever!”

“Enough, let’s just...”

The door clicks close as Seungcheol speaks. You’re tempted to press your ear against it to hear the rest of the sentence, but you remember you’re in public. You inhale slowly, pausing for a few seconds before exhaling gradually.

Why does every conversation with Seungcheol leave your heart racing?

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Alright. Strap in. Get ready. I'm about to drop the entire rundown of my New Gods speedster OC's story. Warning... this is LONG.

Summary: Metron of the New Gods saves a young woman from death. He senses she has a connection to both the Speed Force and the Source, but her memories have been taken from her. Though he plans to use her for his own means, his fondness for her grows. Along with Orion, Lightray, and some extra help from the Flash (Wally West), Metron helps this new stranger find her powers and reach her potential.

[Image: Digital drawing of an original character from the chest up. She has long flowing purple gradient hair and wears dark gloves. She has a cowl with yellow heart-shaped lenses and ear antennae resembling that of the Flash. She has a serious look on her face and her elbows are out with her hands open near her cheeks and palms towards the viewer. /End]

This is going to be a very messy word-vomit type of deal because I just want to talk about her and let's be real, with as slow as I write, it might be months before I get this really off the ground beyond the two fic chapters I've posted so far. Fair warning, it really is almost the whole story, so if for some ungodly reason you care about this thing, be warned there are spoilers.

Part One

So Himon finds this woman unconscious on the streets of Armagetto, and he can't revive her so he takes her to Metron and convinces him to help because she has a connection to the Speed Force and to the Source. They determine she is suffering from repeated heart attacks, and the Speed Force tries to heal at the exact same instant the Source tries to absorb her fading life. Metron saves her by placing a Mother Box inside her chest, which appalls Himon. Though Himon has already tried healing her with a Mother Box, Metron says this one is different. Metron convinces HImon to leave the woman with him instead of taking her back to Apokolips.

Later the woman wakes up but is really out of it. She keeps hearing a muffled noise (which I describe as BNG). It's the muffled sound of the Mother Box in her chest, but in her delirious state she thinks it's a heartbeat. At the same time as she mumbles about this, Metron notices she's awake and asks her name. A mixup occurs and he thinks she is called Heartbeat. He makes an audio note of this in a recording device.

She awakes again later, much more rested and healed. Metron introduces himself and calls her Heartbeat, which she tries to correct only to realize she doesn't know her name. All her memories are gone. He reassures her no knowledge can escape him, and decides to call her Heartbeat until they learn more.

(This is where what I've written in the fic so far ends)

They go to Highfather because Metron wants to consult the fiery hand to get the Source's wisdom. On the way Heartbeat gets curious and Metron explains where they are, who he is, etc etc. Highfather is of course welcoming and kind to HB (I'm going to call her this from here on out for brevity), and he sends her off to get cleaned up bc Metron definitely didn't go out of his way to accommodate her so far.

Once alone, Highfather scolds Metron and really sideeyes him hard for whatever is going on with this woman. Metron is flippant. They go to the wall where the hand begins to write a message: "Metron cannot love" to which Metron immediately takes offense. He's like well yeah duh, why would I, then says some rude remarks about how one day he will know the Source and won't need its wisdom. Highfather is really not digging this. Metron leaves indignantly. When he does, the hand begins writing again and only Highfather sees it: "...but loved he must be."

Meanwhile, HB is cleaned up and wearing some New Genesis garb (this is the precursor to her speedster costume), and she wanders the beautiful gardens of Super Town. There she meets Lightray, who is wonderful and excellent as always. He tells her more about Metron and also talks about Orion and Darkseid, and how people are not always who they might seem. (Lightrays's so emotionally smart and I want to lean into that)

The group reconvenes and exchange more words, idk. On the way back to Metron's lab HB expresses fear and sadness, loneliness. He detours and takes them into space to see the stars and galaxies, and it's beautiful and she's in awe. He wins her trust, but probably did it in a calculating way. (I might move this space section to the next part)

Part Two

HB is dreaming, but it's dark and there's a voice she can barely make out. Sounds like it's saying "see". She wakes to find Metron has been silently observing her. He makes another note in his recording device.

The two travel to Earth to ask Wally West for help. HB can't access any powers, so might as well ask someone familiar with the Speed Force. When they find him, he's zipping around and he notices HB is tracking him with her eyes even though she isn't really moving (like her eyes are focusing on him but using peripheral vision). Metron explains what's up and Wally thinks there's potential if she can perceive at super speed.

Metron realizes something and then fucks off. Wally's like hey where are you going?? Turns out Metron has gone to Apokolips to talk to Darkseid.

Darkseid expected him and says he knew Metron wouldn't be able to resist a puzzle such as that woman. Insinuates he's behind the whole thing. They talk and Metron finds out Darkseid is the reason she has no memories, that was done to bait out Metron. But Darkseid had her and experimented on her (maybe that's why she's got connections to these powers? idk), but wasn't getting anywhere. Now he wants Metron with his knowledge to get her at full power bc she may contain part of the Anti-Life Equation (yeah that old song and dance). So basically Darkseid thinks Metron will succeed where he failed. Metron agrees to provide any findings in exchange for something or other (tbd idk yet).

Meanwhile Wally and HB are trying different things but nothing works. It's like every time something starts to happen, the Mother Box inside HB goes BNG and the connection to the Speed Force drops. (reason behind this that they don't realize is that if HB access the Speed Force too much, the Source will start absorbing again and it'll hurt HB, possibly killing her, so like, she has to improve connections to both energies if she wants to grow.)

They take a break and Wally's like why are you with that guy? He's super shifty. Wally's encountered him before, usually during reality-ending events. HB feels like she trusts him and is maybe even kind of partial to him, but she can't explain why.

Metron Boom Tubes back in and is like we gotta go. Wally's like hold up, maybe she should stay here and I'll keep training her? He's trying to get her away from Metron bc he doesn't trust him. Metron's all no, no it's fine, I've got it under control, and then they leave. (This is where I might move the space section)

Idk if another scene is needed here, feels kinda short. Might put the part where Highfather divulges to Lightray and Orion what the hand wrote.

Part Three

Okay it gets a little hazy here bc I'm not sure what I want to do. But Metron has been mentoring HB for a while now and trying to train her himself, taking lots of audio recordings in the process. Lightray sees them training and wants to join in, and so does Orion begrudgingly. Though Metron is still focused on getting HB powered up so he can use her, he finds that they actually get along. He doesn't admit it to himself, but he likes her alright, which is saying a lot.

During a break HB gets some advice about Metron from Lightray and Orion because she's worried that feelings for him are starting to grow, and she doesn't know if that's wrong. They are honor bound not to tell her about the wisdom from the fiery hand so they're like um well hmm. In the end they say something meaningful, I just don't know what yet.

Metron gets it in his head that they need to stop trying to tap into the Speed Force and should instead focus on HB's connection to the Source. So they all go to the Source Wall. Some sort of encounter or conflict happens there. I'm thinking maybe Metron does some fucked up experiment and it's working, but it's clearly hurting HB. At first Metron's all cold and stoic when the others are like uhh this is not right, but eventually he realizes he doesn't want to her to be in peril. Not because others told him to stop, but because he cares about her. It's fucked up, I know. But look, baby steps for the man okay?

So even though the experiment was called off, something in HB changes and she can kind of sense the Source a little. So it sort of worked?? And because of this, when she dreams that night, she can hear the voice more clearly and it shows her an image of a woman. But HB is like I have no idea who this is. Maybe this is when she realizes it's the Mother Box that's trying to communicate with her.

Part Four

With new found revelation about Mother Box, Metron takes HB to see Himon and get some answers. There it's revealed to both HB and Himon that the Mother Box was Metron's. It was able to save HB even despite the whole thing with the heart attack/Speed Force healing/Source taking her since she was dying, because his Mother Box is attuned to time travel and other multi-dimensional shit. While they're there, maybe Himon makes some comment again about how Mother Boxes are not meant to be trapped inside a body. Metron's like shrug whatre you gonna do? This thing's keeping her alive sooooo.

As HB ponders all this, she starts to realize that maybe her feelings for Metron were actually the Mother Box's feelings. Like, bc Mother Boxes form a bond with their carrier, and she's been with Metron for probably thousands of years. It really causes a lot of self doubt for HB.

Then idk some other stuff happens, gotta bring Wally back into the story in this part or the next. Maybe he does more training with her and her speed sight becomes controllable, which would be cool. Since her Source connection improved during part three, that's why they make headway on the speed thing.

Somewhere in here Lightray lets slip that the hand said Metron has to be loved. Orion's like facepalm omg Lightrayyyyyyy. So now HB knows.

Part Five

Things start to come to a head.

More dreams with clearer imagery bc as HB grows her powers, the Mother Box also becomes stronger and can communicate better.

On Apokolips, Darkseid realizes that Metron isn't going to ever truly betray HB. He summons him, and to try to prove it's fine, Metron gives him the recording device. Darkseid takes it but is like welp I still don't believe you, so he captures Metron.

Somehow HB, Wally, Orion and Lightray catch wind of this (maybe Himon warns them?), and they go to Apokolips to confront Darkseid.

Darkseid tells HB Metron was using her (like, which is true) and she's like no way, so he plays the recording device. It's Metron talking about his plans on how HB is a tool to use. Like, you can't get anymore literal than that. HB is thrown into conflict and despair, confusion etc.

More stuff happens, Lightray, Orion and Wally get incapacitated somehow idk. But ultimately Darkseid forces HB to make a choice. Now that some connections have awakened in her, he wants to regain control of her and toss Metron aside, but he knows Metron isn't going to let that happen unless it's HB's choice so that's why he's set up this whole situation. He will let Metron go if she willing stays with Darkseid to be studied.

HB thinks about this and what the hand wrote. She realizes she does love Metron, so maybe the fact that her feelings for him drive this decision is what the hand meant. He must be loved, and wouldn't it be love to make such a sacrifice in exchange for his safety?

It seems like she's going to agree to Darkseid's terms and it ends on a cliffhanger.

Part Six

Final part. Coming off the cliffhanger, HB thinks more and realizes, no that's dumb. She's not going to sacrifice shit. She searches deep within herself, and manages to tap into the Source and the Speed Force at the same time, more than ever before. It's something she only had the tenacity for because it meant saving someone she loves.

It turns out THIS is what the hand meant by saying Metron must be loved. Going with Darkseid would've been certain doom for more than just HB. This was the choice she had to make.

For the first time, HB is able to move at super speed, she does some action that releases everyone, especially Metron. In the process, Darkseid uses the Omega Effect and manages to slightly graze HB, but her Source connection somehow lets her mostly avoid it and send it elsewhere, which tbf is unheard of. Her powers doesn't last long, maybe like the duration of......... a heartbeat. And then there's a BNG and Mother Box cuts the connection. But it's enough that the others are free, and they start wreaking havoc.

They go back to New Genesis safe and sound, but lo and behold, HB doesn't know who they all are. GASP she lost her memories again. Darkseid's Omega Effect wiped her memories again, which he did just to be a vindictive asshole. Everyone's like oh shit! D: But then Metron says not to worry. Darkseid erased her memories, but didn't target her Mother Box. Mother Box has been around since HB regained consciousness and during all her adventures with Metron and team. So it is able to heal HB's mind and restore those memories. Yay!

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief, and as the dust settles, HB realizes there's another very small memory that she didn't have before. Something new that Mother Box communicated, probably bc of HB's new-found simultaneous connection to the Source and the Speed Force. It's just a name. Lorraine. She doesn't know who that is, and figures (rightly) that it's the woman from her dreams. Metron is visibly surprised.

And that's where it ends!!!

I have ideas for two more story arcs, probably not as grand as this one, but still fun. Obviously this sets up figuring out who Lorraine is and why Metron's like wtf (spoiler alert, she's from Conway's New Gods run). And then there's some seeds of ideas I have about the Black Racer. Maybe even a story about an evil version of HB that goes by Heartbreak (I've mentioned that before, still haven't fleshed it out).

But yeah. If you read all this, holy shit. Oh my fucking god. Amazing. I have only two things to tell you: 1. Why?? 2. I LOVE YOU THANK YOU. YOU HAVE TO LET ME KNOW YOU READ IT PLEASE. OH WOW. I AM BIG GIANT HEART EYE EMOJI AT YOU OKAY?

#ocheartbeat #metron #new gods #fourth world #that post I made the other day about being this close to infodumping about her was a WARNING #i am not kidding if you read all this you are honor bound to tell me #katedraws #metron if i fits i sits

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Suffering major yandere xiao brainrot and this idea has been on my mind for a minute and I wanna share it with you

With all the talk of preggo darlings it got some gears turning

TW/ unhealthy/forced/abusive relationships, implied noncon, pregnancy

Imagine Xiao's darling (who's also half adeptus) has been with him for centuries...but actually, it's a consensual "relationship". At first at least. Like they knew each other since he came into Rex Lapis' care (let's say darling was also with Rex for whatever reason) and grew to be quite close. She was there for him throughout his struggles, from helping him adjust to his life free from the evil god, to him becoming a yaksha, to him dealing with losing the other yaksha, and to his growing Karma, etc. So evidently, he develops a rather strong...attachment towards her.

It then becomes a very codependent relationship--moreso on Xiao's side because he sees her as a means to keep what's left of his sanity. Her presence eases his suffering in a way, so he needs her, by his side, with him at all times with nobody else. He becomes extremely possessive over her-- "who is that person? why are you speaking to them? i don't trust them, you should stay away from them" "do you really need to leave liyue? it's not safe out there with all the demons wandering about, you do not have the strength to defend yourself. it is best that you stay here with me." and so on. Darling is just super naive and doesn't even fight him at first, just listens to him regardless. Eventually he manages to pretty much keep her captive with him at some isolated house in the woods (or even a teapot) and if she tries to leave or even go outside, he's always making up excuses and telling her why she shouldn't, and if she continues to resist him, that's when he gets angry and resorts to using force. It's not like she can fight against him, a yaksha, when she's just a mere weakling halfbreed.

Then one day, his karma begins to start acting up again (and whenever it does, let's just say things get pretty bad for his darling) and as he goes to her to seek comfort, he finds her trying to escape again.

Then he snaps. Ends up fucking his darling up pretty bad (in both ways)

Then she ends up becoming pregnant

And by some miracle, she SOMEHOW manages to escape, and go into hiding. For a good long while, for a least a decade or two. Xiao is literally losing his mind, dealing with karma, slaying demons, and trying to hunt her down; meanwhile Darling finds a comfy little cabin not too far from Liyue, and raises her child on her own.

Years (or decade) later, she and the child go out into the forest for a nice little picnic lunch. The kid manages to wander off deeper into the woods and, uh oh, stumbles into a camp of awaiting hilchurls (however you spell them idk) . BUT THEN--Xiao comes and saves the day, effortlessly destroying the monster and saves the kid (who he didn't yet realize was his)

He turns to the kid (and is sus on how much they resembles him) and is like "hey kid, it's not safe for you out here"

and the kids all "it's okay, my mom is with me!"

Xiao's like, 'what kinda irresponsible parent brings their child to a dangerous area like this one, bring me to them' and the kids like 'kay!' and brings xiao to meet their mother

Meanwhile Darling is panicking over her lost kid, then she hears voices approaching. Her kid comes rushing towards her and as she turns to thank the stranger for helping them BAM! She's standing face to face with Xiao

(I'm sorry this got so long and is incoherent af, I just wanted to get this idea off me chest)

NICE NICE I love this!! Just. Xiao’s face going from shock to disbelief to fury. Poor darling’s face going from shock to terror. And the kid is just “:)???” the whole time.

Tbh it’s hard to say what his exact reaction would be, but my boy is not known for subtlety or self-restraint. He’s not gonna try to put on a good act just bc there’s a kid or anything, the kid’s presence doesn’t really make a difference. Nor is he the type to give up after so long, if anything darling’s absence has just made him more unstable, more needy.

Honestly the most likely course of action is just snatching her up right then and there -- one good knock to the head and she’s out. The poor kid is confused and thinks he’s hurting her, but he tells the kid it’s ok -- she needed to go to sleep, it’s an adult thing the kid wouldn’t understand. Tells the kid to follow. He has a home to take you both to. You’ll all live there happy together.

#lena's asks #q

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minijenn · 4 years

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32 with Sora and anyone else you’d like to add please?

32. “I came to say goodbye.”

She hasn’t seen Sora in almost a year, hasn’t really heard from him in that span of time either. When he left the islands, she’d seen him off with a tight hug and a request for him to come home safe and sound (and quickly this time, if he could). And now, her son is home. And he’s anything but safe and sound.

Tears are already welling up in her eyes as she watches his hands (no, claws, she realizes in dawning horror) carefully pull his hood down. The boy who stands before her barely resembles the Sora that left her a year ago. His hair has turned white, his eyes now golden yellow, and his frame is frail and thin from exhaustion and malnourishment. He offers her a weak, weary smile, one that only barely lifts the heavy bags under his eyes and reveals a few of his now fang-like teeth. It takes every ounce of levelheadedness she has not to stare at him in abject fear, not to look at him like he’s a monster, because he’s not a monster, he’s her son, and he’s-

“S-Sora…” she stammers, lifting her hands to cover her mouth, to hold the sob that’s desperately trying to break out in.

“H-hey, Mom,” he greets her. In the year that he’s been gone, his voice is naturally a bit deeper than it had been before, but there’s something in it that nearly breaks her heart to pieces. So much sadness should never have found a place into her sweet, cheerful son’s voice.

She knows she shouldn’t ask; Riku and Kairi warned her against it before they even brought him in to see her. But now that she’s actually seen him for herself, she has to know. “W-who,” she begins, not bothering with how or why. Neither of those matter anywhere near as much to her right now. “Who did this to you…?”

He flinches away when she reaches a ginger hand out to skim his face. He’s gotten taller too and if not for how miserable and emaciated he looks, he would have been every bit as handsome as his father had been before him. The thought sends an all new wave of sorrow crashing through her heart.

“I-it’s a… long story,” he sighs, finally letting her touch him after a moment of almost fearful hesitation. “I’d… rather not talk about it, if that’s ok?”

She nods, knowing that she’ll have to seek the truth out of Riku or Kairi later. She deserves to know just who has put her son through so much obvious anguish, and even as she doesn’t, she still feels unspeakable hatred for whoever they are all the same. “That’s fine, dear,” she smiles warmly, hoping it can raise his spirits somewhat. “Why don’t you stay here for the night? I can make your favorite meal and we can-”

“Mom,” he stops her, straightening his posture as he slowly, carefully pulls her hand away from his face. “I-I… I’m sorry. I can’t. I… only really came to say goodbye.”

“G-Goodbye?” she laughs almost nervously. “W-what are you talking about? You just got home!”

“I know,” he nods, closing his eyes in grief. “But I… have to leave again. A-and this time, I…” He looks down at his claws, his bizarrely golden eyes growing wet with oncoming tears. “I don’t think I’ll be coming back…”

“What?” she asks, shaken as she grips his shoulders tightly. “Sora, why would you say that? You have to come home, y-you can’t… you’re…” Her voice falls down to a whisper, her heart breaking as she realizes that ever since he’d gotten that Keyblade or whatever its called, his safety has never, ever been a guarantee. And now, it seems that safety, his future, his very life is being ripped away from him completely. “You’re all I have left… please…”

That’s all it takes to overwhelm him, the guilt becoming far too much to bear. He stumbles backward out of her hold, toward the door, his eyes wild and frenzied like he’s a caged animal desperate for escape. “S-Sora…?” she takes a step after him, but his head is shaking, his entire body is shaking really, sobs slipping through his tight breaths all the while.

“M-Mom, I-I’m sorry,” he laments, wishing he could do more, wishing he could be more. Wishing that he didn’t have to hurt his own mother just like he’s already hurt everyone else. “I-I just… I… I’m sorry!”

He apologies again and bolts out into the night. Leaving her alone to once again wonder if she’ll ever be fortunate enough to see her precious, only son ever again.

(HHHHHHH OK SO like I’m not sure if we’re actually gonna see Sora’s mom show up in Keys like I’m heavily on the fence about it bc it depends on if I can work it in but if we do then ITS BOUTTA BE HURT TIME UP IN HERE. Anyway writing this made me emo so thanks for that :)

Promps are open, send away!

#jen writes #keys to the kingdom #keys spoilers?#sora #sora's mom #sure lets tag her too #drabble prompts #kingdom hearts

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 4 years

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#8 with Javier and each time he gets more and more flustered bc somehow brushing hands is far more intimate than sex and he doesn't know what to do with feelings and in the end y'all somehow end up holding hands and everyone except the two of you notice that you haven't let go yet (sorry I took the prompt and fucking sprinted lmaoo)

8. Hands brushing unexpectedly (plus a little extra lol)

The first time that it happened it was such a casual occurrence that neither one of them acknowledged it. They were both reaching for the same map, the desk space that was allocated to the three of them wasn’t exactly large, it was frankly a little surprising that their hands hadn’t brushed before this. She had already knocked heads with Murphy twice; that man needed to learn to stop hunching over so far, he had plenty of room above her head where she couldn't reach anyways there was no need for him to invade the space closer to the ground.

So when Javier Peña’s hand brushed hers he didn’t think twice about swatting it out of his way and taking the map for himself. She huffed in annoyance and tried to grab it back- but was cut off by Murphy shoving another copy into her face with an annoyed “stop it”. He smirked at her triumphantly and that was that.

The second time their hands brushed she was handing him a cup of what he was pretty sure at one point was definitely coffee but now more closely resembled activated charcoal mixed with hot water. She rarely deigned to fetch coffee for the three of them (in all honesty he was nearly as bad- if Murphy was going to mother the both of them anyways, why bother), so he took it from her with a surprised smile and didn’t mention the fact that this was probably not safe for human consumption. As she handed it over, his fingers rested over hers and he nearly dropped the cup of sludge. When was the last time he had noticed how warm they were? Had he ever? He looked down at their fingers and he couldn’t help but notice how much smaller than his hers were. Were his hands that much bigger than normal?

He quickly grabbed the cup from her, ignoring the “enraged mongoose” (he would forever be so proud of himself for making that comparison once in the hearing of that one gossipy CIA agent- now it had become synonymous with her and her bursts of tiny mammal like fury, much to her annoyance) noise that she made and threw himself into his chair. He stared at Murphy’s hands and then back down at his own. No, they were pretty normal sized. He couldn’t get the image of her fingers underneath his own, he couldn’t even banish the image by fantasizing about other things they could do that would involve her underneath him. Murphy eventually noticed the older agent staring at his hands with a deep furrow of annoyance on his forehead and threw an eraser at him.

“What’s with you?” Peña cut his eyes to Vic, who had looked up at the question and was now staring at him expectantly. He grunted.

“Nothing. Get back to work.”

He was on the look out for this weird feeling by the time his hand brushed hers the third time. He was about ninety percent sure she had dislocated three of her fingers on her right hand hanging off the roof of a building they had been chasing their latest quarry through and couldn’t switch the safety off on her gun. Normally, he would tell her to stay behind him and stay out of the way but she had made it very clear, loudly and violently, that she was breeching that door with him and he could just go fuck himself “with something sharp and sandpaper-y” if he talked to her like a child one more time. So he reached over and flicked the button to its proper position for her.

His left hand was mostly safe, a few fingers barely brushed hers as he gripped the top of the gun to hold it steady. It was his right hand that took the brunt of the contact, his palm rested fully on top of the back of her hand and there it was. That feeling again. He had been stabbed in the stomach once back in that States and it had felt similar to this. This hot and cold swooping feeling low in his stomach that made him anxious and angry and resentful. He dropped her gun and her hand like they had burnt him and kicked the door open a little more violently than was probably necessary, if the look on Murphy’s face was anything to go by. He didn’t fucking care, this was ridiculous and he was mad.

Javier made a conscious effort for the next few weeks to make sure that their hands stayed in their own personal space bubbles. There were a few close calls to be sure, but he was careful. He was on the look out for this feeling, this brief intimacy that she seemed to not even notice that for some reason was driving him insane. Even when they weren’t touching he was thinking about touching her hands, and watching her hands, and wanting to cut off the hands of everyone else around them when they had the nerve, the sheer fucking audacity to brush against hers, and then just not even notice. How could they not?! How could they ignore the callous on her middle finger from holding a pen, or the ones on her palms from holding a gun? Didn't they feel that feeling, that emptiness and longing and joy and awe that the briefest of contact conveyed?

Javi jumped back in shock when he realized that he was no longer just imagining that feeling but that Vic’s hand had brushed all the way from his wrist to his fingers as she reached around him to shove Murphy’s feet off of his desk. She gave him a brief, questioning glance before turning back to the blond agent she had just woken up to question him about something that Javier knew he should probably be paying attention to. But how could he? That feeling was eating him up inside again and he needed to go smoke about twenty cigarettes to try and eradicate it.

Peña was unsuccessful at getting rid of it. The more he tried to ignore it the worse it got, it seemed that the only time he was able to dull it to a quiet roar was when he allowed himself to think about how warm her hand felt against his, how scratchy her shredded cuticles felt (if he had to listen to Murphy lecture Vic one more time about how picking and chewing at them was a great way to pick up all sorts of bugs and set herself up for infections around her fingers he was honestly going to puncture his own ear drums), how surprisingly soft her skin was where there wasn’t any physical evidence of the work she did. So he really should have guessed that something was wrong two nights later when he paused briefly while giving Carrillo a sitrep and realized that the feeling was almost settled.

Peña and Vic had been chasing someone into a trap being laid a few blocks away by Murphy and Carrillo when the asshole had led them into a warren like maze of alleys and dead end streets completely devoid of external lighting. He had grabbed her hand to keep them together and they had plunged into the labyrinth, emerging on the other side panting and unsuccessful- somehow the guy had managed to escape again.

And that was what he was telling Murph and Carrillo. It wasn’t that shocking- it's not like he was the first drug runner the team had lost, and they knew how to find him again so he wasn’t completely gone with the wind. He really did not know why the two men were looking at Vic and he like they were. Carrillo’s mouth was gaping slightly and Murphy looked like he was about to explode trying not to smile. What the hell…

“What?!” Peña finally snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you guys manage to bag him or something?” Carrillo nodded at Vic standing next to him. “What, I don’t understand” He looked over and down at his partner and she smiled up at him. He looked back at the two other men and scowled.

Finally Murphy was able to control himself enough to clear his throat, rub his hand over his mustache and ask, grinning like an idiot,

“Afraid you were gonna lose your way while giving us that report, Peña?” Peña narrowed his eyes at the blond man who nodded down at his hand.

He was still hanging on to Vic for dear life, fingers intertwined with hers, thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. He looked up at her, wide eyed, still not letting go, a little terrified. She shrugged.

“News to me too pal.”

He didn't drop her hand.

(I used my OC from The Boss for the sole reason of I just started typing and that’s what came out lol.)

#fan fic #javier peña x oc #javier peña x reader #javier peña fanfic #ask and ye shall recieve #writing prompts #narcos #javier peña #the boss

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inupotter · 4 years

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Until We Meet Again

Rating: T+

Ship: InuKag

Summary: Based on this piece. Some souls are meant to meet for the rest of eternity.

He wasn’t sure when the spontaneity in his life had been replaced for routine, but he knew it happened more frequently. At 8 am he woke up for physical therapy, at 12 lunch, 2 pm bingo, and so on. Woven in between were the various pills administered to him by an aide not much older than his daughter.

His physical therapist complimented him frequently. While his body might belong to an aging man, his spirit surely did not. It pained the young girl to see him struggle to stand after a session, but, when she would reach her hand out for assistance he would shoot daggers with eyes. His sharp tongue had grown quieter with age, however, his stubbornness would persist until death.

In his youth, he was a man of determination. He arrived in the States post-war with a dollar and a dream. What he found was prejudice. Not even that could deter him. He solved disagreements in back alleys, fixed cars, cleaned dishes, delivered takeout. He once chased a car down on his bike for cutting him off, or that was his favorite version of the story to tell his kids at least.

He no longer created adventurous stories. He sat in his room and watched American television, he longed for home, his wife, his kids.

None of the kids could handle the responsibility of eldercare on their own. Ai had recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, Eiji had his second divorce, and Nobu had eight children. It was evident he couldn’t live alone anymore. He burnt part of his apartment down from falling asleep with the stove on. Then he forgot to take his medicine and ended up in the hospital for three weeks.

So is the woe of aging.

The nurses left warning signs outside his door.

“ Mr. Taisho is NOT happy today.” In smaller letters there lay special instructions depending on how he reacted, no jello cups please, or his personal favorite, no stupid questions.

What he hated most about the assisted living facility was that is smelled like death. Every room with a soul that had gone off to its next adventure. Or those that were still alive smelt like they were already dead. It was not just depressing, it was downright disgusting.

To increase morale they hosted a party every Friday to encourage the residents to meet. Mr. Taisho suspected that they just wanted them to live longer so they could rip every last dime from their retirement funds. His aide had taken a liking to him, suggested he attend, he always refused.

This Friday was different from any other.

He hadn’t really cared all that much for women anymore, nothing south of his belly button functioned too well and he had three knee surgeries. Even if it weren’t for that, his wife had died long ago and so did his desire.

Then he saw her.

She arrived on a Wednesday. He knew this because she was getting a walkthrough of facility as he headed sat outside the physical therapy room. She did not dress like she was preparing for a funeral, but instead, still carried herself as he imagined she did in her youth. Her dress was far shorter than he had ever seen in the facility, but still modest, he could see her bony knee sticking out. As she passed him she smelt of honey and lavender. Her voice was pleasant, soft and raspy, as if she had only ever smoked a few cigarettes in her lifetime. More importantly, she was the only other Japanese person in the facility.

His aide was surprised to see him dressed when she knocked on the door. He had been here for exactly two years and had not went to any event where he couldn’t illegally gamble.

His aide doted on him. She smoothed out the wrinkles from his shirt like a mother would a child. From her lips fell words like groovy and other slang from this decade he didn’t quite understand. She extended her arm out to him for balance.

He let out something between a scoff and sigh, waving off her arm. He could use the help walking but he wouldn’t see the mystery woman with any signs of weakness.

They walked down the hall together. Close enough in proximity for her to catch him if he fell, but enough to give him his independence. When they reached the door he stopped for a second, staring as if a portal to another world might exist on the other end.

“ Are you scared, Mr. Taisho?” She asked playfully.

“Keh!”

He analyzed all parts of the room, his eyes searching for her everywhere. Something close to a frown tugged on his lips as he failed to identify her.

“ Come on now!” The aide pleaded with

“ I’m going back to my ro-“ he finished as soon as he began. As he turned to look behind him and there she was the definition of beauty. Her hair gathered together in a bun that revealed her delicate neck. He had only glanced at her outfit for a second before returning to her face and then her scent. That scent intoxicated him to the point he was without words.

What he didn’t realize is that everyone else could notice him staring at her. Mr. Taisho did not have countenance that coincided with flattery. He looked like the nurses had referred to him in secret, a mean old man.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you not to stare? “

Her voice awakened something deep in his soul. He could feel something pulsing deep inside of him.

He blinked a few times while he pondered a sarcastic comeback. He watched as she continue walking with an airy step.

“ I ain’t looking at you.”

His aide shook her head placing both hands on his back to softly nudge him inside. He gave in reluctantly, now, sulking very close to the entrance so he could escape at any moment.

He watched her subtly as she moved around the room. People were drawn to her like bugs to honey, her pool of warmth and sweetness was worthy a terrain to die in. Her smile radiated, called to him, but he tried his best to ignore it. When her eyes darted to meet his he looked away, pretending to be interested in the tray of jello.

He imagined how he would have approached her in his youth. Not likely that it would go much differently. He exuded confidence in everything, that is, except for love. Perhaps she would have approached him then. Her with rosy youthful cheeks and him with an icy glare waiting to be thawed by her glance.

Mr. Taisho was handsome in his youth in a way that only clean-cut women searching for a wild escape were drawn to. He looked as if his life had been unkind to him. But there was a certain charm in a face that looked like it had actually lived. Skin that had been burned by the sun too many times. His black tresses drawn in a ponytail that collected down to his back. Proof that he had not cared for societal norms. His hazel eyes that mimicked the yellow of the sun in the light.

Now, his eyes were replaced with a gray film from the cataracts. His long hair had been chopped long ago, the maintenance far too much for his aging body. The color of snow that was a clue to everyone that he had few years to claim his life on this earth.

He was pulled out of subconscious thought by her smooth voice. She talked about many things at once. He pretended to ignore her as she spoke about music, about her time as a dancer, about her children. He lifted his head up as he was met by silence.

“ I was listening. “

Then she quizzed him on all that she said. A hand on her hip as if she was to scold him. Something that resembled a smile crept on his face as he repeated her conversation verbatim. New York City Ballerina, taught at Julliard, kids too busy so they shoved her in here.

She looked pleased and extended her hand out to him, propositioning him. At first he refused scowled at her. Looked at his feet as if they have been put on wrong. But she insisted, her hand pulling on to his with force. There he was, trapped in her pool of honey as she moved him to the dance floor.

♪ Haven't felt like this, my dear. Since I can't remember when. It's been a long, long time. ♪

They twirled in silence to the ballad. The older woman rested her cheek on his chest as they moved together in unison.

♪ You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you. Or just how empty they all seemed without you. ♪

His soul awakened to her tender touch. Unbeknownst to him, it had awakened hers as well.

what took you so long?

you weren’t easy to find this time.

i thought you’d never come.

i always do, don’t i?

i thought our story had ended.

that will never happen, kagome.

how much time do we have left?

not much, not much.

inuyasha, you feel warmer.

you are mine.

has this lifetime been kind?

doesn’t matter.

the songs almost over.

you smell like heaven.

will you find me next time?

always, always.

His aide peaked at them throughout the night with caution. Not for them, but for the fear of Mr. Taisho catching her staring. Her eyes darted with playful happiness as he watched him gather jello cups for them, as he listened to her talk, as what might have been a smile broke slowly on his face. She had become so entranced by his softness that she had forgotten that he could see her.

“ What are ya’ looking at! “ He gaped at her angrily. The woman beside him tapped his shoulder lightly, before smiling in the direction of the aide.

The aide pretended to be scared to appease Mr. Taisho. Softly she smiled to herself, her hands collected over her chest where she felt the familiar pulse.

Her soul spoke out to no one in particular.

one hundred lifetimes, reborn the same.

AN:

The aide is sango bc she will spend her lifetime as Inuyasha’s BROTP. All italics/ no capitalization are convos of the soul. The current body/ mind has no idea.This is a small part of a larger piece that expands on the piece that’s linked!

#Inukag #inuyasha #kagome #kagome higurashi #sango #miroku #otp: dog boy and time travel girl #inuyasha white day #mine #words #fluff #reincarnation

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carseer · 4 years

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. ﾟ * ｡･ ( madelyn cline / cisfemale / she/her ) — wait, is that CARSON PHILLIPS walking down the street? i’ve heard the EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR at HARBOR VIEW HIGH SCHOOL ( who also works at the book basement ) happens to be a SEER. apparently they’re really -CYNICAL & -SARCATIC, but surprisingly +CREATIVE & +LOYAL. I always think of SMEARS OF PAINT and ICED COFFEE when i hear their name. (hailey, 20, she/her, gmt-7)

name: carson valerie phillips birthday: may 19 gender: cisfemale sexuality: bisexual

personality.

+ loyal, carefree, artistic - cynical, sarcastic, jaded

aesthetic.

ripped jeans / paint smears on skin / the quirk of an eyebrow / laughing until your stomach hurts / offering food to wild animals / rolled eyes / crying in the bathroom stall / overheating lava lamps / weird paintings / record players / scraped elbows / windswept hair / skateboard overflowing with stickers / spilled iced coffee

about. triggers: suicide, dementia, seizures

carson was born and raised in king’s grove and is known as a local – but not for the best of reasons. when she was ten, her mother was diagnosed with severe dementia. at fourteen, her mother walked herself into the nearest lake and didn’t come out until she was fished out. no one knows if it was recklessness or lack of caution or simply suicide that marie phillips was lost to, but the phillips family had an air of tragedy to them after that.

it didn’t help that carson started having seizures soon after her mother died. carson, a little too honest as always, said she would see things, monsters or angels before she would seize up, but of course the doctors didn’t believe her. they sent her to therapy, which she promptly ditched for a whole year.

her father, jeremy phillips, is a local bartender. he’s become a bit of an absentee dad since the loss of his wife. he means well, but he isn’t around ; he likes to work long shifts and can’t stand how much carson resembles her mother.

while the loss of her mother left her cynical at too young of an age, carson adopted escapist tendencies when she would grab any and every book to get her mind off it and wander into whatever world they were exploring today. she became an avid reader to clear her mind and escape to a better world

long story short she cries really hard once a month about how she can’t go to hogwarts and gets depressed bc she doesnt have a hot werewolf bf ://

on the other hand, she has NO IDEA just how close to the truth she is when it comes to the supernatural. it’s only a handful of times that she seizes up or gets visions ---- there’s like a 70% chance she won’t see seize up she touches someone supernatural. on the other hand, she sporadically has visions about people, supernatural or not, when she touches them. it’s usually smth about their past / present / future, but she’s super dumb and definitely doesn’t realize this is what those visions are.

she literally has no clue the supernatural actually exist. she would absolutely seize up if she found out, but if there were to be LOUDLY COUGHS a plot where maybe some witches were able to suppress her seizures / help her reduce them, she would so badly want to know more !!!!

i know i said she was dumb, but she’s like common-sense-dumb but hella book smart. she’s that bitch who needs to be smarter than you out of spite

she’s always open to making new friends, but sometimes finds it difficult due to the fact that she’s a wise-ass and rlly sarcastic BUT she’s intensely loyal to the friends she does have and will do anything for them !!!!!

she’s disgusting and will try to befriend any wild animal, no matter the cost to her

she just wants to be soft and have more than one (1) friend (see: rebecca ‘bex’ dyson) but she’s mean and cynical :((

think: girl next door if she were sad and a little mean and a bit feral but still has a good heart and BOOM that’s carson !!

potential relationships.

childhood friends- this would be someone who has known carson since they were little ! they’re close, despite the fact that carson tried to push them away when her mother died.

potential love interest- carson has a thing for bad influences ; hmu if your character might fit the bill !!!! we love drama !!!!!! on the other hand, a good influence who’s interested in her could be fun too, since she’s horribly self - destructive.

enemies ??- i’d really love to see someone who’s really at the top of the social food chain who carson just despises, but she despises them in that way that she’s also kinda attracted to them ?? idk but i’m here for it. i’ll literally never put a cap on how many relationships of this either bc she hates so many jocks fhdsjfhkd

unrequited / one - sided crush- i’m a sucker for these plots. whichever party can be the one with the crush, or maybe they both have crushes on each other and won’t do anything about it ! who knows !!!

some witches that could maybe help her out !!- basically someone could figure out that she’s not actually crazy and that carson is a seer and that’s why she has the occasional seizure ! maybe they could help her surpress the seizures with some witchy help and explain the supernatural stuff to her because she so badly wants this all to be real even if it is scary sometimes :((

i’m always open to plotting more relationships, these are just a few off the top of my head !

#grove.intros #yeehaw !!

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i-write-about-anything · 5 years

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Abandoned Part 5

Prompt: Dean is forced to be a single father after the reader left them. Three years later she shows up out of no where. (bc there’s always fics of girls being single mothers to Dean’s kids and bc i saw this episode again and thought of it overnight lol)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Daddy!Dean (let’s face it, it’s a damn warning.) Vomiting? Violence.

PARTS:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

The sound of her son’s voice echoed through Sam’s kitchen, his small voice describing his favorite toy. Sam had got it for him, two years ago for Christmas, it was buzz lightyear as far as she could tell by the way he described it. His small hands moved around in front of him as he explained the whole toy story movie, he’d only seen twenty times. His small body hadn’t left her lap and she hadn’t gotten up from the floor, staying silent for the past two hours as he talked to her about all his favorite things. She listened to his voice, fascinated by the way he talked, as if he was already in school learning things. She never thought she’s be able to hear his voice ever again and she was soaking it all in. She hadn’t realized how long they were on the floor until Sam cleared his throat, for what seemed like the hundredth time today. (Y/N)’s head snapped back to Sam, her arms wrapping around Mason, scared that her time with him was up. Sam smiled before nodding to the figure behind him, Dean giving her his back. “No, I don’t want to go.” Mason’s small voice called, his small arms wrapping around (y/n)’s neck. His bottom lip quivered, he didn’t want to leave his mother, he still had to tell her about the day him and his dad caught that fish.

“Honey, it’s okay.” (Y/N) whispered, although she knew it wasn’t okay, she wanted to spend all the time she could with him but she knew that Dean was the one that was going to call the shots. He shook his tiny head, bumping it onto hers. “Look at me.” She whispered and he did just that, her hands cupping his small face. His green eyes resembling his father more than any other feature. His eyes released tears, his lip still quivering. “Don’t cry.” She whispered, wiping away his tears just as new ones spilt.

“I don’t want you to leave again.” Sobbing he hugged his mother once more, both Dean and (Y/N)’s heart breaking at his small confession. “Don’t leave.” a whisper traveled through her ears and she hugged her son.

“I’m not going to leave. I'm going to be here at Uncle Sam’s.” Wiping her own tears, she looked at Dean who had turned around, his eyes now on her. His jaw clenched before glaring at her. She shifted her eyes towards Sam’s who crossed his arms over his shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips before he looked back at Dean.

“Can I stay with you, please?” Mason pulled away from his mother’s embrace, his eyes scanning her face. She couldn’t help but wonder how much she had missed already, his first word, his first steps. Mason’s small hands wiped away her tears just like she had done to him minutes before.

“Come on Mason, we have to go, you have to shower and go to bed, there’s school tomorrow.” Dean cleared his throat, walking closer to Mason and (y/n). Mason looked at Dean, his head shaking furiously, (y/n) still looking at the small boy’s face.

“I want to stay with mommy.” His words were low, scared that his father was going to yell at him once more. Dean’s face hardened before his fists clenched. He took another step closer before his hands landed on Mason, a scream erupting from his mouth. Dean retreated his hands from his son, covering his ears in the process. Mason wrapped his arms around his mother once more, his sobs coming out more frequently now. (Y/N) shushed the small boy, her hand rubbing small circles on his back, only helping to sooth his sobs a little.

“You are my sunshine.” (Y/N) took a small breath in, she had only sung this to him twice before, hoping that it would sooth him like it did all those years ago. “My only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.” Dean’s eyes landed on her, his hear swelling at the memory of them at the hospital the day Mason was born, they were going completely crazy, not knowing what to do to calm the crying baby. Dean had initiated the singing, (y/n) joining him. They were far from singers and they knew that but Mason didn’t. His small sobs quieted as he looked at his mother’s face, mesmerized by her voice as she soothed him, her thumb caressing his small cheek. “You’ll never know dear; how much I love you.” She whispered; her eyes focused on her son whose tears continued to drip. Dean’s eyes containing to relive the memory in his head as his eyes fixated on her. “Please don’t take, my sunshine away.” She finished, Mason smiling at her. Sam had watched from a far, seeing a slight hope in Dean’s eyes but not wanting to make a big deal about it. Dean stumbled, his back hitting the wall of the kitchen, only then did he snap out of the trance he had been in.

“Please don’t leave.” Mason whispered causing (y/n)’s heart to break once more before kissing his forehead, her lips lingering there for a mere ten seconds before pulling away and looking at her son.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled earning her a smile from the small boy. His eyes moved to his father who stared at the both of them on the floor, his eyes glossy from unshed tears he feared were going to drip any second. “I promise.” (Y/N) kissed Mason’s cheek, his giggle making Dean clear his throat.

“Pinky promise?” Mason stuck his small pinky out to his mother, smiling she curled her pinky with his, a smile on his face before he got off of her lap. A sigh escaping his lips before he hugged her once more. Dean looked at Sam, nodding to the door and without a word Sam engulfed the small boy in his arms.

“How about I show you how the Lego city is going, yeah?” Sam spoke before Mason looked at his father who nodded, placing a kiss on his son’s head.

“Go ahead, we’ll leave in just a bit.” Mason smiled, him and Sam fading to the basement, no doubt that (y/n) was going to give Sam shit for playing with Legos. Dean sighed, turning around looking at (y/n). “Don’t do that.” His tone was harsh.

“Don’t do what?” She gulped as she stood on her feet. Dean clenched his jaw, the tears finally dripping from his eyes down to his cheeks. He wiped them as fast as he could, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable, not again.

“Don’t give him false hope.” His voice was louder this time. “You were gone for years, you’re back for two fucking days and you’re making him promises you know you can’t keep.” His chest heaved when her eyes rolled. She was on thin ice and Dean was in no way shape or form to be played with. His hand grabbed her arm out of anger, anger he had kept in for years, anger that was hurting her arm.

“Dean, let me go.” She calmly spoke, her eyes on his hand but he didn’t bulge, in fact he didn’t even bother to look at her arm as he backed her up onto the wall. She gulped as she saw his hardened face, reminding her of the time he had gotten possessed.

“You listen to me, you may think you’ve got your rights to see him but I won’t hesitate to cut you out of his life, in fact if I wanted to, I could get full custody of him and never let you see him again. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, not to him, not to me. I won’t let you fool my son, he’s looked up to the day he finally got to see you and if you up and leave one of these days and hurt him the way you hurt me so help me god I will find you myself and I won’t hesitate to end your life.” Dean spat, his eyes dark as he looked at (y/n), tears spilled from her eyes as the pain in her arm increased. She had never seen Dean this way, not when he was possessed, not when she was threatened when she was pregnant, not ever. She raised her free hand, connecting it to his cheek, only then did his hand release her arm, the outline of his hand not clearing from her skin.

“Don’t you ever,” She pushed him back, his eyes on her face. “Touch me like that again.” She growled out pushing him once more. “You can’t treat me like a piece of garbage regardless of how you feel about me.” She placed her hands on her hips, taking a deep breath in as she controlled the tears that were flowing down her face. “I’m still the mother of your child and I'll be dammed if I start letting you treat me the way you are. I get it, you have every right to hate me, for leaving but you have no right to ever lay a hand on me the way you just did.” She sobbed, Dean starring at her, she had always had a fight in her but years later, the fragile state she had been in only made her stronger and she wasn’t prepared to let Dean or anyone else treat her any differently. “I’m still me.” She whispered before covering her face with her hands. Dean’s hand now imprinted into her skin, surely a bruise would come out of it. “I’m staying and I suggest you get used to it, we don’t have to talk but we can’t fight, not in front of him.” She looked at Dean once more before her legs moved towards the living room where she sat on the couch, her eyes now examining the hand print, her once love of her life inflicted on her. Dean didn’t say a word when he left with Mason, small conversation from Sam only lasted twelve minutes before she was left alone in the living room, crying herself to sleep that night.

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Classic Bell tower Situation? Already theorizing about PLL the Perfectionists

**WARNING: LONG! But I do appreciate you for reading it anyway! :) **

Perfectionists theory

I think Mona kills Nolan and that she worked with Nolan’s sister, Taylor, who is supposed to be dead, to do it. Mona, last we saw her, admitted that she killed Charlotte. We don’t think Alison did something with that Information? Mona really just gets away with that and is playing with Alex and Mary as human dolls? None of that is Mona’s imagination? Mona doesn’t go back to a mental hospital? I think she does, and she meets Nolan’s sister, Taylor, there.

Mona missed the game from PLL so much, she started playing it again when she met Taylor, especially because of how much Taylor likely reminded Mona of her original doll, Alison. Mona ALSO happened to help Alison fake her death, and I believe she may be doing the same with Taylor now. More on that below. When Mona played the game with Charlotte, she pretended to be Alison until they eventually tried to bring the real Alison to the dollhouse.

Now Taylor’s family is bringing Alison to town, which is exactly what Mona wanted. I think when Ali comes to town she figures out that something weird is going on with the main characters who are students at the school and takes too much of an interest and this puts her in danger. So Mona wants to “save” her and the other characters, even if it means taking dangerous measures to do so. I believe Mona thinks any of them finding out that Taylor is alive puts them in immediate danger. Taylor obviously didn’t want people knowing and was reluctant about Nolan asking anyone for help.

Mona misses the game and she needs Alison if she’s really going to get to play. That game thrives on Ali being in danger. But the family only had a reason to bring Alison to town after Taylor “died.” So Mona arranged Taylor’s “death” just like she helped Alison “die.” But people, except Nolan, seem to really believe that Taylor is dead. So when we learn Nolan knows Taylor is alive, he dies soon after. I do think Taylor was in genuine danger or a situation where she felt the need to fake her death as well, but perhaps she doesn’t know the true reason why Mona helped her, if I’m right about this. Maybe we are going to see a lot of people die with a common reason of knowing or suspecting that Taylor is alive. It’s probably dangerous to look into her at all. I also kind of got the vibe that Nolan might remind Mona a bit of Noel, Charlotte and Alison.

Nolan was a danger to the girls in the show, maybe to Taylor as well, and Mona thinks now, Alison. The theme in the show is whether or not it’s ok to kill a murderer. Mona killed Alison’s sister and maybe she is trying to make up for that. OR maybe she misses playing the game with the girl she killed, AND feels guilty. Maybe she will do anything to get rid of the guilt. Even kill Nolan or anyone who is dangerous to ali and Taylor. Mona has multiple personalities, she has mentioned it and so have her doctors. book series had the “villain” character turn out being a nice, main character girl who is mysteriously missing from the TV series. I think Mona in some way “replaces” this character, which would be an otherwise serious loss for the show. Mona and this character from the books who is NOT in the show also have an affinity for that black hoodie uniform. I just felt the need to mention that, especially now that: on multiple occasions in the pilot, Mona seemed to be talking to herself when she looked in the mirror as though she was talking with a totally separate person like Julie and Parker in the books.

That character MADE the story in the book, maybe that’s why the series needed Mona’s character. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mona takes on Taylor’s personality or something, since the books also involved the main character taking on the personality of someone who she doesn’t realize has died. She’s all about masks and wigs and pretending to be other people. And we can’t doubt either girl’s ability to easily escape that hospital.

If Mona did in fact meet Taylor at a mental hospital, this could have resembled the scenario with Charlotte was doing with Mona when she was on her medication in Radley in PLL. Mona says she misses her dolls and Ali was always her favorite “doll.”

Taylor and Nolan are afraid of something and need help and protection. Since they seem to KNOW their mother is behind the weird surveillance, that suggests they fear something more than just that. Maybe someone was stalking their family and that’s the reason for their mother’s surveillance, similarly to the way Jessica DiLaurentis kept tabs on the girls when she suspected then confirmed that Ali was alive, despite having been hit in the head with a giant rock by her sister and buried alive by her mom... but I digress. Jessica knew Ali had a bully in PLL and I think Nolan’s mom might know the same about her kids. Maybe we are even talking about the SAME bully here, MONA.

the trio meet up in the woods where Nolan used to bring the girls. Ava says she’s done with Nolan and wants to stop him. They discuss that Alison offered to help. Dylan says he can’t do it bc the info he knows would come out.

They discuss him dying and joke about killing him, discuss Agatha Christie not being wrong in “and then there were none” talk about various causes of death.

Someone’s in the bushes clearly listening and it was probably Mona but would make sense too if Taylor found out.

Mona talks to herself in the mirror AGAIN in the car and Alison corners her jumps in front of her car and demands why she’s really here.

Mona: “I think I’m doing a good job, don’t you?” Reminds me of how she spoke to Charlotte who she thought was ali when she was in Radley.

Ali freaks out to Mona about the similarities between her and Taylor. Mona claims she got ali selected but this was before she knew what Taylor looked like.

OF COURSE Mona would need ali back in town to play with her like a doll just like when she was A. Mona helped ali fake her own death once, I seriously wouldn’t doubt she’s doing the same thing with Taylor whether she knows it or not.

Right before Nolan dies, Nolan meets up with someone apologizing for being such an asshole and telling that person it’s not just about him but about Taylor, she’s alive. Nolan is then killed just like the way the trio imagined it would be. We are supposed to suspect the person Nolan was talking to of being the killer but I don’t think so at all.

— Mona speaks into the mirror what the hell just happened was this our fault? (In reference to Nolan’s death) Answer me damn it. Then someone replies to Mona “Mona, go to your safe place!” This is supposed to make it appear that Mona is not talking to herself and doesn’t have some sort of multiple personality issue, but we have just watched an episode of a show creepily focused on surveillance, so I wouldn’t doubt that the person was telling Mona to go the “safe place” in her mind. Maybe Mona’s behavior we have seen talking to herself in front of the mirror is a symptom that triggered whoever that woman was to react by telling Mona to go to her safe place.

As I said before, It’s difficult to believe Mona never had any personality issues again and just voluntarily left Mary and Alex and her game in France ... I don’t think that’s what happened. I think Mona killed Nolan; perhaps she believed it that important to protect the secret of Taylor being alive and to protect certain people around her. I believe Mona knows about that and has been helping her and there’s gotta be a good reason Taylor would want / need to fake her death. And it doesn’t seem like her reason (like most others on the show) has anything to do with being afraid of her brother, in fact she trusts him.

As I mentioned before, I think Mona May have met Taylor at a mental hospital type place and helped her fake her death the same way she helped Charlotte “stay gone.” It could be some sort of high tech therapy they do. For some reason, Taylor needed a “replacement” to be near her family and friends etc and pretty much BE her, while everyone believed she was “dead.”

Maybe Nolan knew ali was there because of a plan between Mona and Taylor and that’s what he was insinuating when he said there’s more too it than his mothers claim that ali reminded her of Taylor.

I think Mona is struggling with personality issues again and has some sort of identification / connection with Taylor. I think these scenes with Mona looking into the mirror and speaking to someone “else” is Mona communicating with another personality, whether or not she is aware of this. I think they showed that woman “replying” to her at the end to get fans off track of guessing that.

Mona is the reason Ali is in town and she claims this has nothing to do with Taylor, but Mona made a lot of claims when she was secretly working with Charlotte too. In fact, the first time Mona started teaming up with Charlotte, she was in Radley and her medication caused her to hallucinate Ali and believe that she was talking to Ali when really she was talking to Charlotte. Perhaps something similar happened here when Mona met Taylor.

Mona warned ali to stay away from Nolan; I am wondering why this is. The writing on Ali’s wall stating that “they’re watching,” definitely brought me back to the days when Mona / A left messages just like that, and I’m not sure why we should believe she has ever stopped playing the game; she’s admitted it’s an addiction for her and a disease. We know that Nolan and Taylor knew about the surveillance. I think there IS some sort of personality link between Mona and Taylor and they left ali that message.

I am also reminding myself that MONA too once faked her own death. Although it ended up not being within her control, she did come up with the idea to do it initially. When I couple that with the fact that Mona told Ali that apparently Taylor just “snapped” from all the pressure. That comment has me wondering if Mona gave Taylor that idea to use “snapping” as an alibi, kind of like the way Mona would get herself sent to Radley intentionally. This sort of thing worked especially well for her after killing people, like Charlotte.

Mona KILLED ALISON’S SISTER and we are to believe that ali is cool with Mona just walking around like she’s perfectly fine? And BELIEVING that she’s perfectly fine? That’s just one of the bell tower deaths that happened while ali and Mona were present at some point. There was also Ian... Ali pushed Ian and Mona finished the job, actually killing him. He was terrorizing the girls and in Mona’s eyes, it was likely a problem that Ian had now seen ali alive. I think Ali could have been involved in Nolan’s initial injury here and then Mona killed him because he was being too trusting in regards to Taylor’s secret. I bet you we’ll learn who the person was that Nolan met up with right before he died, the person he’s been an asshole to lately and the person to whom he revealed Taylor’s secret. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if people begin suspecting this person of being the culprit behind Nolan’s death and it might seem convincing. Then that person is probably the next person to die, common denominator being that they knew about Taylor.

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ansu-gurleht · 5 years

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okay so i went through the datamined books from eso, taking notes as i went. @boethiah sent me a message this morning about it, asking what i thought. so i figured i might as well get real comprehensive about taking down notes to answer decently, or at least do it to organize my thoughts.

before she sent me that i hadn’t heard about this, so i went into it bright-faced and intrigued. i didn’t think my notes would end up too long, so i just figured i’d send them to her when i was done, even “talking” to her in the notes (you’ll see what i mean by that).

but uh. as all things lore-related, i got a bit carried away. stopped almost halfway thru to go to class, and by then i’d started to notice some really weird, kinda silly shit in it. and then i noticed everybody in tesblr talking about it, and finally realized, “oh. so it’s like that.” so i figure i’ll post it here publicly instead.

despite the uh. obvious nonsense in a lot of this, i think there’s a lot of interesting things hidden away. so what i’m going to do is just post my notes under the read-more. i’m too lazy to organize them into something more coherent lol. they’re basically just me commenting on certain lines and stuff.

i won’t like, really go into why most of this is stupid, bc other people have already done so, and better than i probably could’ve. but you’ll know. somethings i quote things and just. have no idea how to even address them other than, at best, “??????” either bc it doesn’t make much sense, eludes useful analysis, or is just stupid.

anyways, here goes:

book 1:

azura: - "the Path"? am i wrong or has a "Path" never been referenced in khajiiti lore?

khenarthi: - alkosh comforts khenarthi after lorkhaj died? yeah right. - khenarthi's role as psychopomp for azurah mirrors kyne's role for shor. but azura doesn't factor into nord/atmoran mythology at all.

jone and jode: - azurah cares for jone and jode? interesting. (also, "Bright Moons"? full moons?)

lorkhaj: - lorkhaj as "White Lion?" - namiira (the Great Darkness) followed lorkhaj as his burden? - mention of a "path" again, made by lorkhaj with purpose. sounds yokudan. - "in conflict with himself" & "represents the duality of the Khajiiti soul" ... desert and jungle ... strife, hardship, and life, love ... both tainted deadly by nirni, according to ahnissi - "We honor his sacrifice by walking the Path with purpose and resisting the call of the Dark." ... the Path again ... the Dark? namiira? - (the khajiit seem to conflate namira and nocturnal. this isn't a new concept, as they both genuinely do overlap in many ways, but an interesting one.) - "the true spirit of Lorkhaj will sometimes appear" ... "by Azurah" - nerevar/ine, "or Khenarthi" - hjalti, "or by his oldest name" - ...ysmir?

magrus: - all of this magrus stuff is new, to my knowledge. - the importance of him fleeing from "Boethra and Lorkhaj" probably excites you :P - "fell into the Moonshadow" ... "too full of fear to rule a sphere" ... "tore out his other eye" (odin parallel? a "failed" odin, maybe? unless seeing "out of one eye" is metaphorical) - "Varliance Gate"???? "Aether Prism"???? they're the sun, but those names are brand new afaik. overall a strange alternative to the story of magnus and the sun - "Some sorcerers hold that Magrus left the eye willingly" - more odin stuff

book 2:

- azurah knows all the names of all the spirits, their protonyms? that's interesting. a lot of that "protonymic" lore is derived from the whole "true names have power" stuff, popular in magical circles from sources like kabbalah thru the lens of crowley. - "And Fadomai told stories of her children and her favorite aspects of each of them. When she reached Azurah, she smiled and told her favored daughter she could not decide. And Fadomai died." ;----; - "sat in the Great Darkness for timeless ages" ... sat with namiira? - seems to have carved moonshadow from the great darkness. (the great darkness seems to have dual meaning as both oblivion and namiira. then again, i think only clan mother ahnissi said the great darkness was namiira, so that (morrowind) lore might be outdated.) - this scene with lorkhaj and his empty dark heart is......interesting. - "UR DRA NA MII RA UR DRA NA MII RA UR DRA AZU RA" - you can pick out "namiira" and "azura" in this, but the meaning of "UR" and "DRA" elude me. - lorkhaj gets his heart torn out YET AGAIN. very rude azurah - the "Moon Beast" and its hunger remind me of the yokudan sep. - i think once upon the time "dro-m'Athra" referred to daedra in general, but i think eso has made them a specific type of daedra resembling khajiit. even more specifically, some kind of "dark khajiit" born from dead evil khajiit. - "lighting the fire with lanterns of love and mercy" - your vivec is showing, azurah. or i guess, the other way around. - this "ashes of Lorkhaj" bit gets me thinking about ysmir, again. but i'm not sure what to do with that.

book 3

sheggorath: - now THIS is a not shitty interpretation of sheggorath! he's not a "god of madness," but a god of mental fortitude, a god who tests convinction. - more stuff about "the Path" - "must be ... overcome before a Khajiit can visit Hermorah's library"? - "Sheggorath is dead and has been replaced by something Other" - the hero of kvatch? but if this is from eso, that hasn't happened yet? unless the mantling of sheogorath is a pretty common occurrence; i remember someone on tumblr suggested that this might happen every era.

orkha: - "Orkha ... followed Boethra back through the Many Paths" ... what does that mean? - "Lorkhaj, Khenarthi, and Boethra battled the demon in the ancient songs" - ... as trinimac? - "but Orkha could only be banished and would not die" ;) - "serve as tests along the Path" - so far these princes are being painted similarly to their house of troubles counterparts

dagon (also called merrunz.) - no reference to merrunz being the kitty cat. :( next - ...okay not really. "explore the Great Darkness rather than the Many Paths"? - molagh "tortured him until the creation of the World?" but "the wife of Molagh freed Merrunz"? who is "the wife of Molagh"?

molagh (balls) - "twelve Demon Kings"? should probably look into how they got that number - "Boethra and Molagh fought to a standstill before the lattice, but it was Azurah who shackled the Demon King with secrets only she knows." - i dont have anything to say about this really, just an interesting line i think. - "you will overcome him with the might of Boethra, the Will Against Rule." - interesting...afaik, aside from HAVING a khajiit name, boethiah never really factored into their faith that much, and wasn't ever mentioned in clan mother ahnissi. i wonder if azurah at some point attempted to unify her plans for the dunmer and the khajiit.

merid-nunda - interestingly, the khajiit seem to call her by her magna-ge name. - "False Spirit of Greed"? - magrus "loved only himself and his own creations"? idk if this seems all that congruent with the magrus from his own description - "cold spirit, born of light without love" - interesting - "blame her for orchestrating the death of might Lorkhaj"??!?!?!? what?????????? - "When Merid-Nunda dared assault the Lattice, Azurah struck her down before the Varliance Gate and dragged her away from it. She then cast Merid-Nunda into the Void and bound her there with mirrors. The nomads say she has since escaped." this whole thing is interesting

book 4

nirni: - nothing interesting on nirni.

y'ffer: - y'ffer "corrupted by the Great Darkness," (namira), who apparently killed nirni???!??! what??????? - worth noting that ahnissi doesn’t paint y’ffer as “corrupted” or evil or anything. in her words he’s kinda just a moron who doesn’t *get it* and does his own thing instead. - don’t get the obsession with making namiira some like. crazy super evil being. feels like eso took a look at the list of princes and was like “who hasn’t tried to destroy/take over the world yet. that’s what daedric princes do right”

hircine - hircine doesn't get a funny ta'agra name, i guess. - graht-elk?

hermorah - hermorah helps azurah maintain the ja-kha'jay?

sangiin - according to what this says about sangiin, khajiit are actually NOT one of the most hedonistic races on tamriel. suuuuuuuuure, buddy.

book 5

- a look at the khajiit afterlife w/ azurah in moonshadow. - first you walk the sands, then you walk the glass, then you walk the thorns, then you have a good time, then azurah sends you back to nirn do something else (reincarnated)? but it might just be this one guy who goes off to do something ("Bring my children back"), he seems kinda special. no idea who he's supposed to be.

book 6

- all this shit about akha and alkosh and alkhan is bullshit. the fuck is akha even supposed to be? according to his name you'd assume an association with akatosh, but alkosh is akatosh, right?

akha: - this book says akha is the first cat. ahnissi says alkosh is the first cat. - "Pathfinder and the One Unmourned" - are we talking about akatosh or dagoth ur here. - "Many Paths"??? again?? what are they. knockoff walking ways? - "mated with the Winged Serpent of the East [akavir], the Dune Queen of the West [yokuda], and the Mother Mammoth of the North [atmora]. He then went to the South [pyandonea] and never returned." then alkosh shows up and says "yikes that akha guy was a little fucked huh?"

alkosh: - alkosh is "The Dragon King" and "Highmane." association with the Mane of the khajiit - "In time, the children of Akha overthrew [Alkosh] and scattered his body on the West Wind." ...??? is this a reference to the middle dawn? seems unlikely - apparently khenarthi put him back together. also seems unlikely

alkhan: - oh so the khajiit recognize alduin now too. cool.

boethra: - and boethiah i guess, why not????

mafala: - mafala has always been part of khajiit religion, tho, afaik. she is the og clan mother. - "She watches over Eight of the Many Paths, each of which a Khajiit must walk in time." ?????????? wtf are the many paths!!!!! why are there eight of them!!!!!! is this a reference to the spiral skein, or satellite realms (the spokes) of it? - forreal i think they gave up on pretense here when they started listing allies and shit. - "Her numbers are Eight and Sixteen, and these are two of her keys." this just sounds like something from the 36 lessons tbh. this doesn't sound like khajiit lore at all

book 7

lorkhaj (moon beast): - confusingly, lorkhaj as fadomai's favored son and lorkhaj as the moon beast are called by the same name, and despite this have separate entries in these books. - wonder if there's some equivalent in other myths to the moon beast. he seems pretty interesting, being "born of the dark heart of Lorkhaj" - there's UR DRA again, attached to namiira, again, who is apparently an enemy of the khajiit.

namiira: - apparently eso has rebranded namiira as like, an absolute enemy of the khajiit, with the dro-m'athra as her corrupted-khajiit minions or something? except i thought dro-m'athra originated from the moon beast? anyways, ahnissi only said that the great darkness became namiira. didn't say that was a bad thing necessarily. - also, her khajiiti ta'agra name, namiira, just so happens to be her protonym, NA MII RA.

noctra: - oh, so they do have nocturnal, as "noctra". - wait, so she's the "daughter of twilight"??? isn't twilight, idk, azura's thing???? (i feel like i've heard nocturnal be associated with twilight before, but it still makes little sense. it was probably from eso, too.) - boethra separated noctra from namiira. one could say she *stole* noctra from namiira ;) - noctra is ok by the khajiit, whereas her progenitor namiira is not. ok?

varmiina: - ok we have vaermina now too i guess. why the fuck not. - "The Lost Daughter. This spirit was not of any litter, but was born from Fadomai's fear of losing her children." - "Azurah killed this dark spirit in the Underworld" what the fuck is "the Underworld". they just be making shit up now

[?????] (no, really. that's what it says. dunno if that's a placeholder or intentional): - "[?????] A spirit of vengeance. It has no will of its own, as it was born from Azurah's grief after the death of Fadomai and Lorkhaj." ????? - "It sometimes appears in songs as a black panther, a warrior in ebony armor, or as a hidden sword." idk about "a black panther," but the "warrior in ebony armor" evokes ebonarm, who's technically still canon, and "a hidden sword" could be umbra. not sure what the connection here is.

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peachgl · 5 years

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hi pals ! i’m super stoked #glitterati is back ! i’m leia ( she / her ) , your resident aesthetic heaux , residing in est . i’m so excited to meet everyone’s muses ! i’m gonna throw a lil’ bit about my southern princess lola beneath the cut ! i’ll be around for the rest of the night so please plot with me in the ims or on discord @ theweeknds#0379 .

* it would seem one can’t hear this is what makes us girls by lana del rey without raising murmurs of a frequent patron of public adoration & obsession , the ever - rising starlet charlotte beaumont — the loquacious cisfemale with a strikingly uncanny resemblance to alexis ren . increasingly so , it seems she is being caught up in hushed talks of that glitterati nonsense . oh , haven’t you heard ? should rumors be trusted , it’s been said that they made it into the glitterati because of her attempt to rebrand her persona after becoming a jaded child starlet — but surely you’ve brushed off such accusations as mindless chatter by now . widely recognized as a bisexual gemini , they say papa legba honed in on your undeviating duplicitous & glib tendencies , surely to be exploited if he can strip you of your otherwise redemptive eloquent & alluring conventions , much to his supposed chagrin . people muse that since that fateful encounter , you’ve ascended to rank d thanks to his less than savory interventions , despite your interaction being out of envy . truly … how else would a twenty - one year old insta model / youtuber reach a net worth of $22m with such unprecedented ease ? what truth is there to these rumors , lola ? what are you willing to sacrifice to keep what you’ve become ?

her pinterest can be found right here !

i made a semi functional plots page here !

charlotte ‘ lola ’ may beaumont , born in the heart of the south : tuscaloosa, alabama was treated like the doll she resembled, rosy cheeks & blonde curls neatly tied with pastel pink bows – the epitome of perfection, spoiled by the riches of the beaumont name .

her father , a business tycoon raised to be the ceo of the family’s company . her mother , a former beauty queen obsessed with the socially constructed concept of skin deep beauty .

her first taste of fame had been short lived, bringing life to the coined phase : 15 minutes of fame . on one of the daily mother daughter shopping dates , charlotte was discovered by a producer looking for the next big child star. the news elated her mother & at age 14 , the idea of being a star excited charlotte . her father took over the location in los angeles so the beaumonts could pursue charlotte’s new found career path .

like her mother, charlotte fell in lust with the idea of being loved , pampered , & adored . however , her mother couldn’t help but seduce the producer with her artificial beauty & charm. the affair was short lived , but the revelation took everything away from charlotte . & at age 16 , the media no longer had nice words to say – charlotte jaded so young , never knowing the real reason why it all ended so abruptly .

the beaumonts decided not to follow through with a divorce for the sake of charlotte, but the family dynamic was never the same . her father treated her mother coldly , & in turn charlotte because of she was a walking reminder , her mother’s mini me .

& at age 18 , the truth came out as charlotte learned why she became a pariah in the media rather than her destiny as america’s sweetheart . the worst part was she realized she’s slowly becoming her mother – an inability to be loyal , easily falling for any bit of attention thrown her way .

whenever someone brings up her child star past , the fame no longer feels like the pure attention she craves , it’s tainted . so she went seeking attention in other places, introducing herself to new ways – partying & going out , easily fitting into the role of good girl gone wild – managing to build a small following on instagram in the process -- what caught papa legba’s attention in the first place .

her antics were a cry for attention from an absent father who seems to blame charlotte for her mother’s affair . & charlotte is left missing the days where she was her daddy’s little girl with dolls aligning her shelf . but she’s not so innocent anymore since she’s hiding 50 mL bottles of vodka beneath their skirts – it’s like a metaphor for her personality .

i feel like charlotte’s a dream , this whimsical personality that demands attention kinda like cher in clueless , but you can tell that there’s something off – that her whole innocence isn’t truly what it seems . somewhere along the way of going out , charlotte wound up with an addiction to liquor , another secret of hers she keeps under wraps & denies having . it’s not her fault the burn of alcohol makes her feel something other than the constant need for attention. plus the stress & secrets of the glitterati only add to her need for an escape of sorts . but she has them to thank for the success of her youtube channel : lolamont , & her high following on instagram.

in terms of her career , i was inspired by tana mongeau’s story times ( i’m so sorry if you dislike her ! ) – they’re just super outrageous, clickbait - like , & attention seeking which fits charlotte so ??? her other career claim is alissa violet bc i feel like her insta following / yt vlogs are very reminiscent of charlotte .

#this is a FULL on mess so sorry pals !#╰ ❥ 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 ︰ thank u fuckin’ next ╱ ooc .#alcohol abuse tw #glitt:intros

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ghoststrawberries · 5 years

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had a dream that there was a terrible movie made about Shou here are some things i can remember from it

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it was made in America so, already u know its gonna be bad

shou’s entire life was uprooted ok so instead of bein himself he was 1 child in a 3 child family, who lived in this odd dystopia world that touichirou ran. it was a mix of howls moving castle-esque english aesthetics and american cyberpunk-esque aesthetics?

shou was trans?? so in the beginning of the dream, while living with this weird family, he was forced to wear large fluffy dresses and had his hair in pigtails. he wasnt happy about any of that

touichirou wasnt even touichirou he was this old white man with a moustache and tiny glasses

there were parallel worlds. so the movie had two plots going on - one plot was shou realizing that he hated living under touichirous thumb and under the dystopic rules of that world and wanted to escape, and the other was of a cop in the other world

this cop was like, a special agent of sorts? she sought out “haunted” places or troubled kids and helped them out

theworld was fairytale-esque in that characters resembled fairytale figures but there werent fairytales so theydidnt know they did yknow what i mean? like i, as the viewer of the movie, knew what characters they were supposed to resemble, but in the movie, they were just themselves

this cop found a hideout with all the “disney princesses” - it was an abandoned house where they were p much squatting after running away from their troubles. they ate pizza and drank and were a miserably sad girl gang there

so back to shou

shou decided he had had enough of living in the dystopia world so he staged something? terrible? i cant remember the details rn

but there was like, a point system in place. every action got you positive or negative points

and he blew smthn up i think? and it got him negative points

and his “mother” (who was this blond like, really fake-sounding woman w tons of makeup) like,,,, disowned him? and that was what he wanted

and then he jumped off the balcony of the building, trying to fall into a wormhole that had opened up to the other world

but touichirou had a hunting rifle and tried to shoot him as he fell - i think he /did/ shoot him? ???

and suddenly i was standing at that balcony and i turned to touichirou and i was like “youre not the eyebrows i know” and the actor shrugged and said “im just here to get paid”

so anyways shou successfully fell through the wormhole into the other world

and then theres like a cinematic cut

and the next time shou is seen he looks like how he does in canon - no more dresses or pigtails, just his slicked back hair, looking the happiest he’s ever been

but like? he’s wearing a suit and playing a piano???????????? theres spotlights on him? hes on a stage?????????

odd stuff

anyways then the movie went back to the B plot w the disney princesses and the cop

bc this world was also dystopic in a way

and the cop broke some kinda rule? and she was going to be killed/imprisoned for it

so she had to break out of the building, and disguised herself, and then the disney princesses helped lead her out

and she joined them, and it turned out she was the queen of hearts figure, but this was her redemption arc

i dunno man it was weird

why’d i have such a weird dream

i just like the image of shou in a lil suit playing a piano tho that was interesting

other than that it wasnt even really him it was just my brain providing a character

thats my dream!

#go go ghost post #dream drabbles

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famedroleplayarchive · 5 years

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LEE NARI better known as RINA, is the LEAD RAPPER AND VOCAL of WISH under BC ENTERTAINMENT. She was born on MAY 17, 1997. She looks a little like YOO JEONGYEON OF TWICE.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

faceclaim: yoo jeongyeon of twice

legal name: lee nari

stage name: rina

birth date: may 17, 1997

hometown: busan, south korea

position: lead rapper & vocal of wish

claims: n/a

BIOGRAPHY

triggers: body / face shamming, weight, anxiety

she was born in busan, in spring. but unwanted. she was the accidental second child. she’d cause them to stay in korea longer than expected. this had been her first mistake but her parents dealt with it. for two years. and then it was enough. it didn’t matter that nari only knew life in busan. it didn’t matter that she’d rather stay with her grandparents than move. but they did. it was suppose to be short trip to korea and now they were going back to what her parents considered home. america. her brother adjusted well, he had already lived here. he already had friends in his home town but nari, she didn’t know anyone. only being able to survive clinging to her brother ( until he felt annoyed. ) and the english that been drilled into her head while they were in korea.

in america she goes by rina, a simple re-spelling of her name. all of the letters, just in a different format. but she demands to be called nari at home. and even though she lived in the states, her heart stayed in korea. but she was in america until middle school. and then the summer before her high school year they had moved back to korea. much to her parents ire, they had to go back to take care of their parents but they didn’t have to like.

and they didn’t.

nari wasn’t to keen on it either. things were different in seoul, they hadn’t gone back to busan. suddenly she was a year older and schooling wasn’t the same. and she had become more aware of herself. ugly. something she discovered when she boldly stated what her dream was. she wanted to become an actress. it had been laughed off by some of her school mates. it had been laughed off by her parents, the only people that had supported her dreams had been her ill grandparents and a few close friends. but she pushed for it, asking her parents to give her acting lessons and they didn’t. they didn’t think she’d make it. and when she asked, why?

( “honey…you just wouldn’t fit in.” )

she knew what they meant. she had already been cut with the mean remarks. the first problem was her face. it was awkward, she shouldn’t smile. her features didn’t mess, she had been told she resembled an alien. not a goddess like her mother. not when people saw the two of them together. her parents though it as well. it’d come out in the most harmless way. that had been the start of their horrible relationship. and the second problem? her weight. she had discovered she was too chubby. but nari pushed on. she wanted to be an actress. and her friends told her the best way to do it, debut. become an idol and gigs would open up. she hadn’t known much about the world but they knew everything. she had to become an idol first. it was the quickest way, she’d have her picks for drama’s.

so she did, auditioned for bc ent and somehow she was accepted. and if you asked her, no matter what happened in the future. for her person growth.

this was the second mistake.

it was the start of how the relationship with her parents started to free-wall, it was also when she realized that a company could be just as harsh. never about her talent. just do well and don’t stand out by being horrible but her image. it was constantly picked at. her diet was strict, stricter than most of the other girls. she had to lose even more weight, when she already felt like a stick but wasn’t enough. when the company often commented that she should get work done here and there. do it before she debuted. she wasn’t a notable trainee, she didn’t have sns. no one would know.

and she took these home but it it didn’t matter. she was only met with ‘i told you so’s and anger. her debut hadn’t happened in one or two years. how long would she waste her name. it’d be better to give up early and count her losses but the more she clung to her dream, the more the split between them continued.

then debut came.

and their rise to happen too quickly. maybe this was the third mistake. finally, she had her parents support but only in public. now, they were happy to claim her to post her online and show that they were her parents. her mother’s cafe went up in costumer’s and father always had a favor she couldn’t complete. in public, they were a happy family but in private? nari didn’t have a home. and they had been right. the company, her parents, all of the mean comments. she was the visual hole in the group. the member who had no talent and couldn’t get by on her looks. in fact, she’d hate every single media play article the company put out. they only attacked her looks and it hadn’t happened yet. she hadn’t been able to act. in fact, she had no solo activities. she didn’t ask and it felt like the company didn’t push her. she was another member to fill the void.

that’s how she saw herself at least.

then it happened. they just had a comeback with likey but everything before had gone wrong. the comments would get meaner with their rising success and the fact that everyone thought nari couldn’t back it up. no visuals, no talent, no charm. when it was time for comeback stage, her mind went blank. it was her part but when she looked into the crowd, all she could see where the comments. it was as if they were ready to rip her apart. and the next day she couldn’t do it. just looking at the stage caused her to panic. she ran, trying to find an empty room and get her breathing under control. it was at that point that the company realized it wasn’t something that would easily pass.

so they put out a statement. she would go on hiatus. not finishing likey promo’s. and it had been split. some understood, wanting her to rest until she could comeback. other’s blamed her for the group having to change everything around. this was an escape. she made all the money she could. it only caused her to withdraw into herself. and then a scandal hit. she was on break for panic attacks, she could go out and enjoy time with her friends. not being able to promote meant she didn’t deserve to have a social life. she shouldn’t be allowed to see friends. she had already filmed the music video for heart shaker, they intended for her to sit the promotions out but that plan had been scrapped to due to the scandal.

instead, without fans and the public knowing, she appeared on stage for promotions. a big surprise that the company had worked hard to keep under wrap. they had been at their height but bc couldn’t let it happen again. not to wish. they couldn’t let the public think that they would loose another member when wish was still on the rise. she wasn’t okay buy a long shot but she was back. and being back meant all of the comments were back. she was now a lair with no skill, even if the company put out statements. the public’s mind had been made up.

so there had really been no solo promotions. the dream she had to act still hadn’t been reached. in fact, it had been ripped away from her. the chance for a minor role came up but the company rejected it. it wouldn’t be a good look, she had just made a comeback with the group and then having solo promotions? that couldn’t happen, it’d only cause more a rift with wish and the public. so she accepted it. there wasn’t a choice.

so she had to wait. and wait and wait.

and now? nari’s tired of waiting. tired of watching her fellow members flourish while she wasted away. growing older but having nothing to under belt to support her when wish was over. all she had was restlessness. holding onto a dream that seemed to travel further and further away.

a change has to happen or else she’d stay like this, wasting her time away.

#fmdfollow #bcentertainment #wish

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a-wilde-stephanie-blog · 5 years

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.･:*:･ﾟ’ twenty three year old female stephanie wilde was made in the upper east side and attended constance billiard. she still resides in new york, and is currently a ballerina with the nyc ballet. they are dimples, daydreaming, a silver locket, & a leather jacket over lace, onlookers say they resemble willa fitzgerald.

hey everyone, i’m taylor and this is stephanie. she’s a new take on an older character of mine that i’m really looking forward to playing. more about her under the cut. like this or message me to plot! tbh i’ll probably slide into all your dm’s so get ready, (this is a new account so im not sure if anything will show in the tags just yet)

Stephanie was born and raised in New York City. Her father is a hedge fund manager and her mother is a socialite who also runs her own boutique.

She had normal, well to do upbringing and her parents are exactly what you would expect when you imagine people who come from ‘old money.’ She’s no stranger to the New York Times Society Pages but has had no problem catching the attention of Page Six over the years either, much to the dismay of her parents. Stephanie tends to live up to the play on words that come with her last name, Wilde.

While her parents are quite stuck up, Steph on the other hand is not. As one can imagine, this led to many misunderstandings in her childhood and still continues to. She is more of a free spirit while her parents are trapped in their conventional ways. Thankfully she’s still able to put on a good show when she knows she’s expected to by attending galas and things of that nature that she knows are expected of her due to her parent’s status. (Best of both worlds, really!)

As soon as she was old enough, Stephanie’s parents enrolled their little princess in ballet class and there was no looking back from there. She had a natural talent that only progressed as she got older. The ballerina has a love hate relationship with the art. She loves ballet but hates how much discipline and focus it takes while she’s doing it. The classes and rehearsals are the bane of her existence, but she thrives being on stage. There’s no one there telling her what do to, counting steps, asking her to repeat variations and she can zone out and do her thing.

Stephanie now dances with the New York City Ballet.

Although she does a fantastic job of remaining poised and graceful onstage, off stage, not so much. As soon as she’s done performing, she lets her hair down (literally and figuratively) and is focused on having a good time. She feels that life is much more fun when it’s a party, so her carefree, live it up attitude typically makes it easy for her to make friends.

As to be expected, with this kind of lifestyle, Steph finds everything about hedonism to be completely normal. Limits? What are those? Her hedonistic tendencies are a cop out for having to deal with anything “real”. Why deal with shitty situations when you could be having fun?

Like most parents, hers only want what’s best for their little girl forever and always. To them that didn’t just mean the privileges that she grew up with, but those that would continue on. That’s where the Hamlin’s come in. They were close family friends of the Wilde’s, as they all attended the same college and had stayed just as close after that. It was a no brainer that they had figured out early on that their son, Adam, would be ‘Prince Charming’ to ‘Princess’ Stephanie. He came from a wealthy family, was handsome, intelligent, and next in line to take over his father’s software company which would in turn mean a secure and stable life for Steph. Adam’s parents couldn’t have agreed more that Stephanie would make a fantastic wife one day. The couple did a fantastic job of keeping up the fairytale façade though as luck would have it, things were completely different behind closed doors. (Adam is a NPC, bc let’s be real, Stephanie can’t stand him. It all started out like a fairytale and was all well and good while she was in high school, but now she’s starting to realize that’s she’s completely over it. This will absolutely lead to drama some way or another! And someone being her escape from Adam is a most definite wanted connection.)

On one hand, if Stephanie is granting you her attention, she’ll make you feel like you’re the only person in the room. On the other hand, she can be easily distracted. When that happens she’s likely miles away in her own head, even though it’s unintentional.

Steph is a wildcard, she’s all over the place. She’s reckless, impulsive and totally random but LOADS of fun! She’s the friend that’s randomly texting you at 4am to ask if you think mermaids are real.

I’m working on a list of connections and such but i’m always open to brainstorming!

Bit of aesthetic (that I’ll likely add to):

Always wearing her favorite silver locket

Dimples

Funny tshirts

A leather jacket over lace

Leg warmers

Mismatched dance gear

#xointro

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thesunisalonetoo-archive-blog · 6 years

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Magnus Bane and Isabelle Lightwood had already been through a lot together. It had all started when Magnus visited the market one day; Port Royal’s market, although abundant, was rife with soldiers who would question you if you even looked rowdy--they feared the presence of pirates, and despite Magnus’ existence clearly being one of poverty and servitude, more often than not, he was one selected for questioning. That fateful day, however, as Magnus made his way through the bustling streets, a basket of food balancing atop his head, he spotted a younger woman stuffing handfuls of bread into her pocket before making off with a whole bowl of soup. Something drew the young man to the other, and without a second thought, Magnus chased after her, and the soldiers already hot on her tail.

He tossed his basket at the feet of the tailing soldiers, leaping over them as he remained behind the girl. No other soldiers seemed to be in pursuit, so he slowed his pace and just followed quietly, hoping to understand the situation and the girl without really knowing why. Approaching the doorway to a small hut, Magnus stood and stared at the scene before him. The most beautiful man he’d ever seen in his life lay prone on a bed, sheets ruffled and kicked to the side, his forehead drenched with sweat. The woman sat beside him, offering spoonfuls of the soup to him as she whispered under her breath; something Magnus couldn’t hear. It was clear without the knowledge of their shared untouchable beauty that these two were related, and if Magnus could assume a bond, he’d say they were siblings. Magnus had had a brother once; a man he had loved more than anyone else, except his own mother, but hadn’t seen him since he’d been dragged from the home they’d worked for.

He hoped he’d see Ragnor again, but believed in his heart that he was dead. That was just the way things were around here.

Magnus watched them for a few moments, suffocated and halted by a deep ache in his chest, before a crowd of soldiers burst in the door behind him, guns primed and voices raised. Shackled alongside the siblings, Magnus kept his gaze on the ground as soon as he spotted the expression on the woman’s face. Why had he followed her? Why was he in her home? He could read it all in her eyes, and more than anything, he felt shame rise in his throat. Not only had he let his emotions carry him here, and had let himself become involved with a crime, he was now imprisoned and would most likely be put to death. Magnus curled up in the farthest corner of their shared cell, never given the chance to explain the situation and how he was not involved. To be fair, he had assaulted guards, so, there was that. Tucked away, he could hide from the woman’s gaze, the burning intensity of her warm irises.

Magnus was a voyeur once more, watching the sister hover over the brother uselessly, as though she could heal him with just her hands. They were in a cell beside a man who raved over and over about how he was a Captain, Captain John Salamander, or something or other. Then, the raid happened; cannonballs shook the stone that encased them, the man next door shouting what couldn’t be heard over the din, and Magnus, God, Magnus just hoped that a cannonball would strike him dead post hast. When the firefight ceased, a hole had amassed between the two cells, and the Captain (however he didn’t look much of a Captain), struggled through the hole and into their cell, where he proceeded to ramble on. It wasn’t until a man named Will Turner came to their cell, fingers wrapping around the cool metal of the bars, and begged for the Captain’s aid in rescuing some fair-haired dame that Magnus awoke from his emotional hibernation.

He had stood from his corner and approached the man, soot-covered face earnest and nearly eager at the chance for an escape. “We can help you,” Magnus had promised, “We can help you get her back.” He didn’t know why he had included the woman and her brother in the equation, but he felt an urge to help them as well. Turner seemed to like the idea of more bodies to help the rescue, and without question, unlocked their cell and ushered them out. Magnus had very little knowledge on how to sail; what little he did have, he’d learned from his mother, who always dreamed of being out on the ocean, but wasn’t allowed to because apparently, women were seen as curses aboard a vessel. Through his adventures with Will and John (or whatever--), he’d mastered the art of sail and had become very much bonded with one Isabelle Lightwood, and her brother, Alec. They’d seen an Aztec Curse, seen the undead, seen a curse of a different variety and a man whose face had resembled an octopus, had helped Elizabeth trap Jason aboard the Pearl and be swallowed by the Kraken.

As Magnus turned his back to Jaxon, the older, frightfully smelling man had grabbed his hand and pressed something against his skin, closing his fist around his palm. Magnus only realized once he sat on the dingy, pacing away from the Kraken’s destructive path, what Jefferson had given him; a piece of eight.

Now, the co-Captains of their own vessel, Magnus and Izzy had been implored by Barbossa, Elizabeth, and Will to help them rescue the Pearl and Jacob from the world of the dead. Magnus was reluctant, but, persuaded by his partner, he accepted and here they were, freezing their asses off, icicles clinging to his eyelashes.

“I knew this was a bad idea. Anything involving that Jason fellow ends up terribly. Why do we have to recuse him anyway?”

// @runedwhip bc ;;; yolo ???

#thread;magnus #mags&izzy #au: this is either madness or brilliance #im putting this under a read more because it's too long lmao #sORRY IT GOT AWAY FROM ME T_T #( i'm asking queue as a friend just...put an end to me | queue )#annnnddd if you can't tell by the context #magnus and izzy never told The Crew Tm that jack gave magnus the piece of eight #and that's why they're trying to recuse him #and eventually leave him bc he doesn't have it anyway XD

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