#she really said put the flower down and nobody gets hurt
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[Remember when you told me Night Orchids were your favorite flowers? It just so happens I have one right here.]
#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#bg3edit#baldursgateedit#gamingedit#shadowheart#she really said put the flower down and nobody gets hurt#kgifs#kgifs: bg#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#bg3 spoilers
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affected // jude bellingham x reader
summary; jude never realizes how you’ve affected him and his life.
word count; 4k
warnings; angst, situationship, playboy! jude, smut, slapping.. unprotected sex, fingering, missionary..
a/n; once again.. not proofread! for a friend of mines & for my jude girlies, anything in bold is flashbacks &&&& sorry if this is bad..this is also based off my experiences im still going through.. anywho..enjoy! 🎀🐾
aching, that’s how it felt the day you saw him hanging out with a lot of girls after he kept coming back to you everytime and you would take him back. you had enough of him but something in you always craved for him, no matter what it was. anything you used to do that you did with him, you found yourself stopping and breaking down, your heart would ache, it even ached your hands and all over your chest. anytime you would open up the social media you’d see recent events of jude, him with a new girl maybe at least a few times a week or seen walking out of their homes. it upsetted you in so many ways, you didn’t know what to do, you stayed home avoiding everybody. even text messages and calls from him. you always took him back, after every little mistake he did, after playing with your heart & using you for when he didn’t have anybody around that time. small glimpses of any memory you two shared would hit you, no matter where you were or how you were feeling, it always ruined your day. it hurt you when you realized you weren’t his world, you were his side piece, only something he needed when he was desperate and much more you could never explain. you were the other woman, because he knew you fell in his trap so many attempt’s because you were in love, a love that you somewhat never experienced but with him. a love that had you in awe from head to toe, a love that had you attached. he knew your weaknesses, he knew the things you thought about with him. he knew the things you did for him and threw it away like nothing mattered because there was always other women throwing themselves at him, and he enjoyed it. you cried for days & days.
that was now a month ago.. without him but his text messages would return, even his calls.
you were now in the couch sitting down criss cross reading your book, it was a cloudy windy day and you had gotten back from visiting your mom at her home for lunch as she had promised. your phone was slowly getting tons and tons of messages, nobody but jude himself and you managed to avoid them. you stared at the vase of flowers he had gotten you, you sighed as you put ur book away before walking over to the island counter, there had been a card next to the flowers but you never opened, afraid that you’d burst out in ears and you’ll be begging back for him. you sighed, ‘fuck it’ you thought before you grabbed the note slowly before opening it, your heart already racing as you felt your heart thumping in your ears, you slowly read the note as tears started to form in your eyes. what were you thinking, why would you do this in the first place. you put the note back next to the card as you wiped your tears before making your way to your coach, you laid down before grabbing the blanket. suddenly you closed your eyes and there you were again.
“jude! did you really get me this!?” you said as your eyes were widened looking at the vase of the flowers, purple and baby pink. just like how you loved those colors, “yes i did, do you love them?” he said as you smiled nodding your head at him, “what for?” you said putting them on the isle as he chuckled, “because i love you so much sweetie.” he said as he stood behind you, hugging you behind. his hands wrapping around your waist befofe you turned around, “i love you a lot..you know that..” you said as he smiled slightly, “me too.” he said as you giggled booping his nose before he picked you up, you bursted out giggling as he smiled. “you’re so pretty..” he said, a pink tint brushing over your cheeks before your hands cupped his cheeks. he looked at you as you admired the color of his eyes, you were still blushing before he kissed you, you kissed back giggling before he kept kissing you, he laid you on the couch as you were still giggling before he fell on top of you, “i love you so much..” he murmured in your ear as you looked at him.
you woke up as you were panting for some reason, tears streaming down your face before you got up walking to your bathroom, you washed off your makeup as you sobbed in between washing your face. why would you pick the note up, why did you overthink it a lot. you wiped your tears constantly, your eyes puffy and pink. you walked back to the living room as you sat back down, you kept crying and your chest was hurting. your eyes widening as you looked at your phone, tons and tons of more messages from jude. you sobbed out again before the door knocked, you choked on your breathing as you wiped your tears, “c-coming..!” you said as you wiped your tears again before walking to the door as you opened it, you stood there as your breath hitched. you swallowed down as you felt your eyes water up again, why was he at your door. did he want you for more pleasure? did he want to toy around with you again? did he only want you in his trap again? what did he want. so much was going through your head you attempted to process it in one second. “i kept messaging and messaging you, why didn’t you pick up?” jude said leaning closer to you as you shook your head, “g-get away from me..” you murmured as you looked down not wanting to let him see your teary eyes. “why? what’s wrong now.” he said harshly as you looked up at him, “nothing..just sick..” you said with a tear slipping out of your eyes, knowing you were lying. he looked at you as your hands began shaking, “y-you can..come i-in tho..” you said as he nodded before he walked in to your home.
you looked at him as he looked at you back, “hm?” he said as you shook your head, “why are you..h-here?” you said trying to control your breathing, attempting to calm down knowing this time things get settled and get fixed or you take him back in as nothing happened and fall into his trap. “just wanted to talk to you..” he said as your eyes widened again, more tears slipping out. “n-no..” you murmured shaking your head, “n-no..not this t-time..” you said choking up on a sob as he held your hand, “i promise we can work something out this time..” he said as you shook your head, “we can’t! everytime i take you back, you do stupid stuff! stupid fucking stuff that you think you dont know what it is but you know what you’re doing! it’s not fair!” you said as you slapped his chest, “i-i’m always your stupid option! you only need me when you’re looking for sex.” you yelled out sobbing as you looked at him, your vision blurry from the tears building up. he looked at you, “that’s not me, i promise darling..” he said as you shook your head, “it’s a cycle. you hang out with a girl and suddenly when i try and hang out with somebody you’re onto me, it’s like this every fucking damn time jude! it’s not fair for me!” you said as another tear slipped out again, he looked at you cupping your cheek. “that’s not me it isn’t y/n.”
“you knew what you were doing in some of these things.. you cheated the first time we got back together. you don’t get what i felt!
you said crying again before he glared, “i never cheated. she was all up on me and i was drunk. you obviously don’t get what i tried doing for us neither.” he said as you shook your head, “that’s not fucking true! it was all over the media! are you fucking stupid!?” you said crying as he grabbed you, “that’s not true. quit saying fucking assumptions.” he said as you pushed him off, “assumptions that are true. you fucking dick, it happened TWICE. TWICE JUDE. and yet you don’t give a single fuck about my feelings!” you said as he looked at you again, “i did. i gave you everything you could possibly ask for.” he said before standing up as you stood up, “what i want was a boyfriend. somebody that could love me, not manipulate me and make me feel guilty for the girl i was!” you said before getting up yourself. “just admit it, you don’t know how to love someone properly and you only want sex.”
“even after the second time you cheated. you only needed me around for sex. you’re never wiling to change for me or anything in general, even the media knows it itself. so do i.” you spat out as he chuckled.
“or maybe because i’m the only guy with a better dick, you can’t even get enough of it, after all..” he said leaning close to you, “i fuck you better. and it’s proven.” he whispered as you pushed him off, “get off me!” you said as he smirked, “you’re fucking hilarious y/n. believing all this bullshit your mind comes up with, you’re such a idiot.” he said as you looked at him tearing up, “what?” you said as he looked at you, “here you go crying yet again..” he said rolling his eyes as you bursted out crying one more time, “why can’t you just understand me for once! why can’t we be in this together!” you said as he looked at you, “i do. i understand you. you just don’t get it yourself. i’m telling you, i’ll do whatever you want me to, starting now.” he said crossing his arms as you sobbed out. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his chest as you sniffled.
there it was again, hearing his heartbeat against your ear. you suddenly felt your heart flutter..there was your love coming back for him.
“i promsie, i’ll change. i’ll be willing to do whatever it takes, i don’t want to loose you sweetheart, i want you. only you, you taught me things nobody else has as well, deep inside i want you, my heart wants you. i need you in my life.” he said as you shook your head, “don’t lie, you’ve broken promises. promise after promise.” you said as he shook his head, “that wont happen again, i’m willing to try one more time.. you’ve impacted on my life..” he said as you looked at him, he cupped your cheek caressing it as you looked at him. “what are you..” you said softly and confused before he kissed you passionately, you kissed back wrapping your arms around his neck before he held your waist. he laid you down against the couch as your head hit the cushion, you held onto the back of his neck, slightly caressing his skin softly his fingerpads drawing lines on your waist as you hummed in between the kiss before he picked you up.
“take me to the bedroom..” you whispered between the kiss, against his lips as he nodded his head.
he held you before walking to your room as he closed the door, still kissing you..he placed you down as your hands cupped his cheeks, before he tugged on the side of your jeans, you pulled his hand off as you giggled in between the kiss before you bit his bottom lip, a soft wince mewling out his mouth as your tongue slid inside his mouth, exploring every inch of him before he picked you up again. you wrapped your arms around his neck still making out with him so..sloppy & passionately.. as he then placed you on the bed before he slightly towered over you before his hands made their way down to unbutton your jeans, pulling them off before he pulled away from the kiss. both of you breathless and lips all plumped, he took his shirt off tossing it somewhere around the room, you sat up slightly before he pulled the hem of your shirt to then over your head tossing it to the side, he leaned in one more time yet again kissing you deeply. you kissed back before his lips traveled down to your neck as he began to paint wet kisses on your skin, you closed your eyes as you felt his bulge slightly poke your clothed core. you whimpered softly as he bit your neck, he puled away before caressing your cheek. you removed the hairtie holding your ponytail as you let your hair fall down, he chuckled before towering you yet again. your arms placed on the bed as he lowered down, “don’t move..” he said as you nodded your head before he lowered down to your core.
he slightly opened your knees before he kissed your abdomen, “i love you..” he murmured holding your hand as you looked down at him, your cheeks turning pink the second his free hand began pulling down on your panties as they wrapped around your ankle, he chuckled against your core, a soft moan coming out of your lips. “please don’t..” you said whining before he pulled them off your ankles as he burried his face into your wet core, a whiny noise coming out of your throat, his tongue licking long stripes sucking around your clitoral area as your head slowly leaned back, he continued with his mouth sucking around your slit. you whiny moaned again, “o-oh my god j-jude..” his tongue licking your pussy ever inch before his tongue slipped inside your tongue. you gasped as your back slightly arched, your hand gripping his hand as his fingerpad rubbed your hand, your knees slightly closing just a bit, his face covered deep in your cunt. he looked up at you watching your facial expression, your moans being soft and whiny just like how he remembered, your chest rising up and down slowly, as he continued working his tongue all over your pussy, your fingers tangling his curls before he groaned.
you were moaning uncontrollably nearly on the edge of your orgasm, you felt his fingerpad rub the knib of your clit, tears forming into your eyes as your orgasm approached quicker, “j..i’m gonna c-cum..” you said moaning as his finger began pacing up.. you sat up on your elbows chasing your orgasm, throwing your head back your free hand gripping the sheets as your knees began shaking the second you released yourself. you moaned loudly at his tongue, he never stopped..he continued. that’s another thing that drove you crazy, he was wayyyy too drunk in your pussy, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he chuckled at your emotions. he caressed your abdomen before you looked down at him, you blushed before he pulled away from your pussy, a string of your wetness all over his lips.
he chucked before wiping his mouth as he hovered above you again, “one more time then you can have me..” he said before placing his lips on yours kissing you deeply, you kissed back with a small mmph your hands finding his jaw, caressing his cheek before he held onto your back noticing yoh were sitting up, you continued kissing him deeply, feeling his tongue nearly slip inside your mouth meanwhile being distracted by being kissed.. judes finger slowly roamed down to your cunt again before pushing his two fingers into you. you moaned softly into his mouth as you cupped his cheek, eyes closing..feeling his finger slowly pump in and out of your walls, soft moans spilling in the middle of the kiss as jude swallowed your noises holding onto your back still as his free hand unclipped your bra, letting it loose off your chest, his fingers doing the work by curling up inside you as you leaned your head back, trying to catch your breath yet you were moaning uncontrollably.
you were breathing heavily and moaning in between your sounds, your head rolling back to look at him, a small chuckle coming out of him, “you want more? hmm?” he said, your head nodding slowly up and down before he leaned his forehead against yours. you whimpered looking away, a smack to your boob as you whined, “don’t look away from me baby..” he said before you looked at him, tears building up from your previous orgasm. his fingers thrusting quicker into you, looking up at him. he kissed you again as you kissed back, moaning messily into his mouth..your free hand holding onto his bicep, “close again aren’t ya?” he said before you felt his thumb rub your clit in circles, you moaned loudly as your thighs began shaking, “i-i’m gonna come..” a moan corrupting out your mouth, his thumb increasing his circular movements before you gripped onto the sheets, you moved away from the kiss as you closed your eyes before finding your release, chasing your orgasm, tightening around him. your back falling on the duvet, closing your legs rubbing your thighs as a few noises slipped out your mouth.
you were on the bed, legs shaking and breathing heavily trying to recover from your last two orgasm. suddenly you heard jude pulling his pants down, you looked over at him before you blushed heavily. “shhhh..i’ll be careful..not unless you tell me to move..” he said as you nodded your head, he crawled on the bed placing his hands next to your head..his hand stroking his shaft slowly as he groaned. you looked down whining, your eyes watching him stroke himself as you felt yourself get wetter. he looked up at you, before he chuckled at your reaction..his hand lining himself against your entrance, “look at me.” he said as you nodded your head, you felt him push himself into you. your eyes rolling back feeling his cock stuff you inside, his thick veiny length slowly stretching you out, “..so..big..” you said as he chuckled, leaning his head against your forehead..nearly almost cupping his cheek he held your hand placing it next to your ear, “let me prove it to you..okay?”
he said as you nodded your head, your legs next to his hips before he began to rock his hips slowly against your walls, you and jude already getting noisy, it had been awhile without feeling each other. both of you letting out soft sinful noises, especially you. it felt so good..so so so..delicously. your knees slowly jolting with judes thrust, small groans escaping judes mouth, “look at me..f-fuck baby..watch my cock slip out of..fuuuckkk..you..” he whispered as your eyes rolled back, slowly feeling himself increase his speed. your head leaning back before jude grabbed your chin, “nuh uh..watch, pretty girl.” he said as you whimepred in response before you looked down watching him slip out of you, so easily..
you moaned uncontrollably before resting your head into the duvet, “so wet and tight..” jude murmured before nuzzling his face into your neck, his moans near your ear driving you insane. you felt yourself get wetter and wetter. his thrusts so deeply and slowly.
he cupped your cheek before turning to look at you. a whiny noise coming out of your mouth suddenly coming back to your realization from your frenzy, “hey baby..” he said as you giggled softly in between your moans his hand cupping your cheek..you leaned in before he kissed you hushing your moans. you kissed back, your hands cupping his cheek as well..his cock hitting so deeply making you shut your eyes at some point, you moaned non stop wrapping your legs around his lower back. your free hand scratching his back with your nails, he moaned in between the kiss as his hand placed next to your head massaged around your boob. you bit on his lower lip, french kissing him..his tongue running along the side of your lips. your tongue and judes tongue sliding on each others, both of you matching the energy as you whiny moaned feeling the tips of his finger pinch your nipple. he pulled away as he breathed heavily, a string of saliva breaking the connection before he chuckled, “my favorite thing to do..” he said before thrusting sloppily again.
your wetness coating his inner thighs, sounds of your wetness squelching making you whiny moan in between. you cupped his cheek again, “i l-love you..” you sighed out before kissing him again, he kissed back yet again..his lips were on you before he gripped onto your boob again, his speed increasing at your tightening. you felt yourself at the same state, your orgasm approaching “jude..jude,jude,jude..” you moaned out as he looked at you, “i know sweet girl..i know..” he said a whine coming out your mouth before he began pounding mercilessly into your skin, “o-oh my g-god!” you screamed out, his tip hitting your g-spot. “k-keep going! r-right th-“ you moaned out before jude slightly pressed on your throat, you choked on your moans before he looked down at you, “you’re mine. understand that from now on..and after this..fuck. after this moment..” he said moaning out, your eyes rolling back..his cock perfectly stuffing your pussy.
you let out a cry the second he let go of your throat, you felt your lower stomach slowly starting to burn and warm up your body, more warmer than the hot air sorrounding you and jude, your breathing insanely being heavy as your chest rose like crazy.. the over sensitivity hitting you quickly as the delicous pain felt so so so..good.
you were in heaven, on edge from the intense pain and pleasure roaming your body. your moans getting louder and high pitched, “jude!” you screamed out his name before you gushed all over him, your tightness causing jude to moan loudly just a tad bit before he came inside of you, his cum shooting deep inside you. painting youe walls as you milked him empty from inside, you scratched his back.. your nails deeply caved into the skin of his back.
his head falling on your boobs breathing heavily as you played with his curls, his breathing ragged before you tapped on his shoulder. “hey..l-look at m-me..” you said before he raised his head up looking up at you, “so..did i prove you wrong?” he said chuckling before you giggled with him, “no silly..i want you with me forever..” you said as he smiled, “i love you with all my heart y/n..” he said kissing your lips before you kissed back, “come on now..let’s get you cleaned..” he said.
he sat up before standing up, you sat up as your body felt wobbly. he held you bridal style before walking to your bathroom, he sat you down on the counter before he started the water on your bath, you giggled watching him. “you’re so cute..already doing these stuff for me..” you said before he walked over to you, he kissed your forehead as you smiled. “come on now..” he said smiling before carrying you again, he held your hand helping you get in the tub as you sat in the warm water before he sat in as well behind you.
you leaned your head against his chest as he smiled looking down against you, “can’t get enough of you..” he said kissing your cheek before you giggled.
#jude bellingham one shots#jude bellingham smut#jude bellingham x reader#football x reader#football smut#football one shots#football imagine#jude bellingham imagine
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THE OTHER WOMAN
Pairings- Theodore Nott x female! Reader
Summary- You've always known deep down that you were infact the other woman but you didn't expect it to have it spelled out infront of you
📍First time writing angst so please give tips or suggestions for other fics :3
Angst w/o comfort :3 Masterlist
You knew about it all along but you didn't expect it to hurt as much.
It hurt because you realized you just one of his many choices, you were just lucky you got picked
It really was tiring thinking if you were good enough, thinking if you could even compare to her. You did not in the slightest way, and right now it has never been clearer.
"Teddy, you wanna hang out tomorrow? Ive got a movie day plan for us"
"Dont call me that. And no i can't im busy."
"Oh then when are you free?"
"Fucking hell y/n you're so annoying can you shut the fuck up?"
"Oh sorry"
"God i don't even know why i put up with you"
With that he left the room, leaving you with tears spilling from your eyes.
You've been trying to reach out to him doing anything you could to get his attention. All he did was scoff or walk away.
While you were taking a walk in god knows where you saw a flower thag reminded you of him. Theodore.
You couldn't help but smile sadly because while you're out here thinking of him, he's out there not sparing you a thought.
It doesn't matter though, he'll come around. He'll love you as much as you love him. Right?
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A day went by, and you've heard just now that he's been in a fight. You suddenly got worried and rushed your way to the hospital wing which people said he was getting healed in.
On the way, you saw him.
'Oh god im glad he's ok.' You thought but then you saw her with him
Oh.
You ran away as fast as possible before they could see you
Then finally your pandoras box has been opened.
It really was pathetic on how you thought you could really be the one for him.
You thought you would be the one to make him smile and laugh like he was right now. With her.
It was pathetic TRULY pathetic.
Who were YOU to make him feel that way? You were nothing, a nobody. You just got lucky
Its was pitiful that YOU thought you could change him, fix him, love him.
You couldn't, you never could and you never will. Because you were a no one.
No one in comparison to him.
He was everything and you were nothing.
You really were never enough and you were a fool to believe that there was a chance, a little chance that you were.
You were a fool, an idiot to fall to his charms, to his sweet whispers, to his promises, to his capability of actually falling in love, with YOU.
You were in a delusional state to think that the both of you would actually work.
Then you realized, every time he would cancle or say he was 'busy' He was probably out with her.
You were that replacable. No.
You were never the 1st choice to begin with.
You were nothing to be replaced. You werent anything to be replaced. YOU werent worth ANYTHING, to be replaced and he made it known the very next day.
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While passing through the hall you saw him, with her. Showing her around like a trophy.
It hurts because he didnt even do that to you. He said,
"I want to keep us a secret because i dont want anyone stealing you away from me"
what a fool you were to believe that.
Unfortunatley he spotted you and stared for a while. And to add she noticed.
"Teddy, do you know her?"
"No my love, just some delusional girl that annoyed me before"
Oh.
He never saw you as anything but a plaything. He just liked the attention you gave him. The feeling you gave him.
It was all it was. You were just something that boosted his ego because after all,
Who were you to love him?
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Fin (?)
#harry potter#theodore nott#theodore nott x reader#harry potter x reader#harry potter x y/n#harry potter x you#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott x you#Spotify
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could you do a sae itoshi x isagi sister where she sprained her ankle and sae was very worried and overprotective of her please
🌱🩷: Here you go! Thanks for the request 🩷🌱
Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open
⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️
Sae Itoshi was usually someone who trusted his gut instincts the best, they were right all the time. So, when he woke up that morning feeling like something bad had happened to someone, or will happen, he felt odd. He barely paid attention to others, aside from a few close people, so why would he be worried for no reason? Sae shook those thoughts away in the beginning and did his usual morning routine. He was back in Japan for the next 2 weeks, so he planned on enjoying the time he had with his family, and try to make amends with Rin.
'Aww! Look at how cute that big brother is with his little brother. So adorable.' Sae blushed and glared at the wall as he remembered (Y/n)'s gushing over the duo they noticed in the park the other day.
'There is no way a nobody will outdo me.' He huffed and grabbed his phone, expecting a message or two from (Y/n),but to his surprise there was nothing. Sae sighed and put the phone away, thinking that maybe it was still too early for her to be awake.
'She needs as much sleep as possible.'
"Why is she not sending me anything? It's already 11." Sae sighed in frustration as he scrolled through his phone, hoping he might have missed a notification, but nothing. So, without really thinking the boy dialed her phone number and waited for a while for (Y/n) to pick up his call. And, after 7 rings, the older Isagi finally answered.
"Hello? Sae?"
"(Y/n), hey! How have you been?" The boy cleared his throat, waiting for an answer from her.
"I have been fine. And you? Did you need something?"
"Good, good. Uhm, say do you want to hang out today?" Sae asked nervously, waiting for an answer.
"I am sorry, Sae. I really can't walk around much for the next few days. Maybe another time."
Her explanation caused the boy's alarm bells to ring, already thinking the worst.
"What do you mean?"
"Ah... this is embarrassing. But, I was helping a neighbor carry something inside and hurt my ankle in the process. Don't worry though, it's nothing serious-"
(Y/n) stopped talking as she heard the line go silent, realizing Sae had ended the call. It was weird, but she didn't think much of it.
'Maybe his mom called him for something.'
"Sis! Don't walk around like that, I could have brought you the water." Yoichi said as he saw (Y/n) in the kitchen.
"Don't worry, Yo-chan. It's nothing serious."
2 hours later, (Y/n) had forgotten about her phone call with Sae and was just watching TV while Yoichi was in his room while her parents were out buying something. It was a peaceful afternoon, that is until she heard the doorbell ring.
"Hm? We aren't expecting anyone as far as I know." She muttered while slowly walking to the door and opening it.
"Sae? What are you doing all the way in Saitama? And what's with the flowers and bags." The boy looked at her in confusion before that slowly morphed into panic.
"Why are you standing?! You could injure yourself even more!" Sae said as he took off his shoes and walked inside.
"You are worrying too much. I will be fine. Besides, I need to move to get my things-"
"Not anymore! We need to get you to bed." Sae grumbled as he put the stuff down, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.
"I am not in life threatening conditions, Sae. I will be fine." (Y/n) grumbled, face red in embarrassment. Sae ignored her protest as he put her in bed.
"Now, stay in here while I get you something to eat. Do you want anything to drink?" (Y/n) sighed at his persistence.
"You won't leave any time soon, right?"
"Nope." Sae nodded his head.
"I am fine with a glass of water, then."
She watched as the boy nodded his head and walked out of her bedroom.
"He is so dramatic. It's just a minor injury."
Sae was now in the kitchen preparing some of the snacks he brought, millions of thoughts racing through his head.
'What would have happened if I didn't come? She could have fallen down and hurt her foot again. She could have hurt her cute face. She could be crying now in pain with nobody to help her.' Sae shuddered as he brought the food and drinks to (Y/n)'s room, only to nearly have a heart attack when he saw her out of bed.
"Why are you not in bed?" Sae asked as (Y/n) looked at him in surprise as she stood near her desk.
"I just wanted to get my phone, I got a message on it- Where did all the food come from?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, unfamiliar with a lot of the snacks he brought. Sae, not happy with the answer, put the tray down and walked to where she was and carried her to her bed.
"Should have waited for me to get it for you. You might get hurt."
"I am not dying-"
"I don't care. You need to rest. Eat now." Sae said, handing her a random snack item to get the phone.
"You really worry too much. Shouldn't you focus on resting before you return to Spain?" (Y/n) asked in worry as the boy shook his head.
"I rested enough. Do you need anything else?"
"N-no." She stuttered out, still embarrassed by the attention he was giving her.
And that was pretty much how the rest of her day went on. Sae would sit near the bed as (Y/n) talked about random things, with the footballer chiming in from time to time. If she needed to get anything or go somewhere, Sae would either pick it up or carry her to the spot. Yoichi, who walked into the room a few times was greeted with a warning glare by Sae and the older observing his interactions with (Y/n).
'He acts like I will hurt her.' Yoichi would think to himself, but he knew his sister was safe with Sae, so he didn't say much.
"This is so adorable." Iyo squealed silently as she, Yoichi, and Issei spied on the duo. Issei and Yoichi said nothing, looking at each other in confusion.
"Do you think it's ok to leave them alone?" Issei asked, earning a nod from Iyo.
"Sae is a good kid. (Y/n) is safe with him. He reminds me of a worried mother hen." Iyo giggled as Yoichi held back a laughter.
'More like a guard dog.' The youngest thought.
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lily of the valley.
dan hen x reader
➽ angst. one sided love. getting over it. (vent writing 😔)
hanahaki (花吐き病) is a (fictional) disease where the victim's heart and lungs are contaminated by flowers. this disease is common through one sided love, and the only cure is when the victim's love interest returns the same feelings or the victim dies.
the symptoms of this disease started showing just about a week ago, and you didn't really tell anyone.
you knew the moment you told himeko or welt, you'd be sent towards the infirmary with panic, and possibly be given surgery to remove the flowers in your system.
hanahaki was a common disease that nobody was exactly knowledgeable of, but you had every symptom of hanahaki, and had self diagnosed it. you remember waking up and rushing to the toilet with the immense urge to vomit, but out came flower petals.
bloody flower petals.
they looked like petals of a rose, but they were cherry blossoms drenched in your own blood. you already knew—and you expected this. dan heng didn't return your feelings, and you already knew... yet why did it hurt?
you took a moment to clean the bloody mess at the toilet, making sure it was spotless and not an entire murder scene. you eventually looked at the mirror, not entirely surprised that you falling in love would lead to consequences like this.
again, you thought. my heart isn't fit for anyone.
every time you trusted your heart with someone, it would backfire. and now, you are experiencing a floral disease and the reality that dan heng didn't return your feelings... even if he didn't verbally say it, the disease said otherwise.
...but you wanted him to be happy. was it march? it was probably march who caught his feelings and attention. after all, you came after march had joined the astral express, so you weren't surprised that the two had some sort of emotional bond before you came around.
after all... seeing them together — hearing their names together in a sentence... it hurt, didn't it?
but you wanted him to be happy.
here you are, in the middle of an expedition to xianzhou luofu, accompanied by dan heng and march. usually in these expeditions, you'd always find yourself traveling consistently for the sake of... well, others' errands. you always ran errands and this time, you just kept doing it.
you wanted to give yourself a break, but running these errands had definitely helped you numb that painful feeling that tugged on your heartstrings.
"alright, the last one is... ah, i just need you to deliver these to my grandmother. she doesn't live that far."
the woman who gave you a consistent amount of (and promising rewards each time) errands had noticed you were somewhat distraught today. physically, you were fine. you were able to put up a façade each time, but she read your eyes.
"... ah. is everything alright?"
you blink, fighting those words for dear life. you wanted to cry the moment you heard those words.
"i'm okay!"
i'm not.
"i see. well, you just seemed a bit off today, is all, y/n. but please, if you wish to talk to me... i am always here."
you nod, smiling, lying through your teeth. "i will! thank you."
then you took off before your eyes had stung even more, causing you to burst into tears. luckily, you made it in time in an alleyway, especially when your lungs and your heart were beginning to irritate from the growth of the flowers.
you coughed violently, petals spilling from your mouth as blood dripped from the corners of your mouth. you wheezed, unable to breathe as you lied down, trying to find your breath... but it was painful. too painful. you were crying too, and you couldn't even bear the pain anymore.
a side of you wanted to tell someone, but you didn't want to be a burden... so you spent a good hour or two recollecting yourself before getting up to deliver the package to your client's grandmother.
it didn't take very long, and you were successful to find her location... until you saw the horror on the elderly woman's face.
she screamed, and that was when your world went black.
the sounds of electronic beeping had woken you up, as well as the sounds of welt's and himeko's voice in the distance...and march's voice with dan heng's. you felt bitter immediately.
when you had woken up, your vision was a blur, but you were well aware where you were at.
the infirmary room.
"ah, y/n's awake!"
your eyes peel towards the sound of the voice, and you saw march standing over you with worry in her eyes.
you were bitter, but you couldn't be petty.
dan heng was right next to her, a worried expression painted across his visage as he looked at you.
"are you alright?" he asked.
but you couldn't talk very well, realizing the doctors had given you an oxygen mask—which also prevented flowers from being spilled from your mouth.
"leave me." your tone was bitter, forcing yourself to talk anyway. both march and dan heng were taken back by this, puzzled to why you wanted them to go away.
"... huh? wait, leave you? why would we—" march began.
"i said—" you ripped off the mask, throwing it to the side, "—leave me alone!"
you were angry. sad. you didn't mean to throw it. you didn't mean to yell. you were just so... sad.
that was when flowers began to bloom from your organs again, spilling from your lips. blood was everywhere again, and you could see himeko and welt rushing inside of the room when they heard the commotion. the doctor that they were speaking to followed in after, and welt had grabbed dan heng and march, leading them out.
soon, it was just only you... and himeko in the room, with your doctor.
"y/n..." himeko sat next to you, brushing her hand against your hair. you could smell the espresso from her being this close to you. "love... love is such a terrible thing. but you cannot let it control you."
you didn't say anything.
"it's hard." you finally say. "this is my fault. i fell in love, and now i'm falling into something where i can't get out of."
himeko pursed her lips. she shook her head.
"... it takes time for this kind of thing to ease away from your life. if you wish, i can allow you to stay away from the others for a bit. let you stay in herta's space station for a few weeks or as long as you need ... to let you lose those feelings."
you fell silent for a moment. it would be best... this option was probably the best course to take.
but it was still painful. not being able to see him.
but you had to do this for the sake of... well. you.
you weren't loyal to anyone but your mission. you didn't owe anyone anything. you just wanted the pain to stop — so you...
"yeah. i'll take your offer on it."
that was when you took your phone, "i'll block everyone but you and welt. i don't want any messages from... you know."
"i understand." himeko nodded, a worried expression still on her countenance. "ah, and..." she turned her head back towards the doctor who remained in the room, silent, and uninterrupting.
"ah, yes. the vial," the doctor nods, pulling out his flask, "take this twice a day, preferably with food. it'll help your symptoms of any chest and heart pain."
"...thanks."
for now, you were asta's errand person. arlan had accompanied you on these expeditions in the space stations, and you often participated in herta's simulated universe now that you were here a lot.
you tried not to think about it, especially during your sessions in the simulated universe.
"you're not thinking straight again." you hear herta's voice. "i'm pausing it."
that was when you got kicked out of the simulated universe, and you had finally returned back to reality. your eyes shift to herta, puzzled. "eh?"
"you normally fight better, but clearly your disease... no, something is bothering you. let's talk."
you frown, knowing you can't get out of this situation. it had been three weeks since you were sent to the infirmary, but here you were... thinking you'd feel better within a few weeks, but herta was right. you haven't been doing well at all.
"self love," herta said, brushing away bangs from her face as she looked at you, "i think you lack it."
you raise a brow. "what? what do you—"
"instead of worrying about that boy," she began, "worry about yourself. i know it's hard. but i can't honestly relate considering i've never had the troubles of falling in love with measly people... and i let my puppets speak for me."
you sat down when herta gestured you towards an empty tea. out came a tea and some cups, sugar and cream.
"...love will come to you eventually, but don't let it try to control how you think about your own life, or how you want to pursue on with your path to your... well, dreams."
herta poured some tea into your cup, tossing in a sugar cube.
you watched as the sugar slowly dissolve into your hot tea, listening quietly to herta.
"instead of worrying about him... i think you should fixate on your own personal goals. start off small. then become the person you thought you'd never be."
you nod slowly, silent.
she was right. love... was a double edged situation, but you decided you shouldn't let something control your life. as much as it hurt, you had so much to experience in life.
who knows — perhaps someone else would come around? no, let's not think about someone else.
you wanted to think about you.
there was a glimmer of confidence in your eyes as you stood up.
"wait, y/n... you didn't even touch your tea—"
"let's continue with the simulated universe project."
herta blinked, staring at you with disbelief for a moment before a sly grin tugged her lips.
"... right. let's get on with it."
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Queen Nynaeve is nowhere to be seen in the second of the season
Interestingly, the showrunners seem to be favoring Egwene by making her the hero in both season finales. However, I have high hopes for Nynaeve's character development in the next season, depending on how the writers handle her storyline. One thing that I don't enjoy about the books is the lack of Nynaeve's point of view in the later books and the disregard for her safety by her friends. Nynaeve is my favorite character, and it's disappointing to see her become an afterthought to move the plot forward at times in the book, so I am happy with the show expanding her storyline. With that being said, I was disappointed with the finale, but I do see a path forward in season 3 and future seasons. What are your thoughts on the lack of focus on Nynaeve in the second half of the season? What is your expectation for season 3 and future Lan and Nynaeve moments?
I love this ask because I have so many thoughts.
To start with, I have felt disappointment with Nynaeve in the show not being straight up BAMF. I want to see her get hulk!mad and blow stuff up! SHE ANGY!!! But when I take a step back from my violent need to see Nynaeve commit violence of all forms, I'm actually left pretty satisfied with what they've done so far?
Season 1 was about establishing everybody, including Nynaeve. We needed to see that she came from a position of power and respect in the Two Rivers despite her young age. People trusted her because of her knowledge, because she'd proved herself worthy of that trust.
As she's older in the show we don't see the outbursts she's known for in the books nor does she whack people with a stick, but that's too be expected. She's grown past feeling like an imposter as a wisdom - though she still feels the sting of it, as evidenced by how she interacts with Moiraine.
We see her do some incredible things, and then we see she's capable of wielding some truly awe-inspiring power.
Season 2 takes that Nynaeve and scares the hell out of her. I think Ishamael said it best - she's afraid of power. I have a whole schpeel on the arches that I want to do because I think that episode (mostly) hammered home that pure terror she has about wielding the one power, but that's for another day.
Contrary to the books, Nynaeve isn't treated as another novice. Instead these mythical, powerful women she does not trust are borderline obsessed with making her channel . They keep talking about her potential, about her gift, about what she'll do... but none of them is really talking about Nynaeve al'Meara doing those things. They're thinking about the woman they want her to become: Nynaeve Sedai.
They don't even ask what she wants.
The fact that she has a block and cannot control her power is explored more in the show than it is in the early books, in my opinion. Later books she breaks down and admits just how afraid she is, but instead we're getting that earlier - in the arches, she can't heal Tam, then later she explodes in the same rage she did in season one but nobody is healed, nobody is saved.
Close your eyes, think of a flower. We've seen Nynaeve react negatively to that statement more than once, and I think that's a really, really good way to demonstrate just how unlike the other Aes Sedai she is. "It doesn't work for me like that!"
It's heartbreaking to see, and it's why Liandrin is able to manipulate her, because she doesn't treat Nynaeve like everyone else, nor does she really put her on a pedestal. She challenges her, she shows her the possibilities, she tells her there's no one way to be an Aes Sedai. She makes Nynaeve feel seen. (Putting aside the stolen Siuan scenes.)
Ryma is also able to break through Nynaeve's fear because she approaches it on Nynaeve's level, from a place she'd understand. No flowers, no soft petals. Healing.
Without Ryma there she cannot heal Elayne's leg, and she's so hurt and upset that she can't, but she can still help. She still has all the knowledge of a Wisdom inside of her. It lessens the blow of being unable to channel through her fear.
As much as I want to see Nynaeve channeling like a beast, I'm enjoying watching her work her way through her fear in a way that will make her channeling later on feel earned.
I'm hoping in Season 3 that she acknowledges that fear, as well as her feelings of being a failure to those around her when that imposter syndrome comes back in full - and that she gets past it with the help of Egwene and Elayne, two women who see her for her, and not for the power she can wield.
In regards to Lan/Nynaeve if we don't get the ring scene in Season 3 I'm gonna be so upset lol. It's really difficult to judge where they're taking things from here - how's Tear going to fit in? The hunt for the Black Ajah? Are we staying together? My guess is the 'better together' theme of Season 2 is going to expand to Rand breaking up the gang again because of his own fears, but I really don't know and I'm trying not to overthink it.
#wheel of time#wheel of time tv series#wot prime spoilers#nynaeve al'meara#wheel of time book spoilers
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Batman!Steve begins
Oh god, guys. I love Steve being Spider-Man (never enough of him, the fanarts, fanfictions, everything, please give me more), but have you forgotten about one very beautiful superhero possibility? Maybe someone already thought of this and I'm sorry if that's the case, but this fandom is a space rocket and I'm a measly slug sticking to its side.
Steve Harrington is Batman.
Big mansion? Check. A damaged rich boy? Check. A gaggle of crime-fighting children? Check. Let me tell you a story that was supposed to be a bunch of points but then my brain said no...
The Harringtons were an established family in Gotham and came from the old money. Steve was born as an only child, into a huge empty house. His parents loved him, considered him their pride an joy, but they were never around. Their love was less of the warm and cozy family time and more of an idealistic "let's make a difference in this city so our son has a better life" type. Their company invented and manufactured marvels of technology, surveillance and personal safety, in hopes that one day they could turn Gotham into a safe place. Steve knew they were good, admirable people, but it never made the loneliness easier.
He was young when they were killed, a robbery gone wrong, right in front of his eyes. He felt it was his fault, he still does - it was his birthday and he begged them to spend it with him for once, to take him to a movie theatre. He didn't really care where they'd go, he just wanted them to be present for him. To give him the most valuable gift of all - their time. And the first time he was given it, everything was over. The culprit ran away and left him standing there, in a pool of his parents' blood.
He couldn't make any sense of it, couldn't connect it in his head - how could such pure, wonderful, selfless people die, how those ideals, the limitless energy shrunk to two coffins, cold and impersonal. He thinks of the flowers his mother loved, the ones she grew in the botanical gardens in Gotham, in their garden too. She would have hated seeing them cut, laid on her grave, but nobody asked him. It wasn't a fair exchange - someone like him for his parents who spent their whole lives making a difference.
Steve just went through the motions for years. All the money in the world couldn't stave off the creeping loneliness and guilt. And just as he was about to snap, fall into the early teenage trap of drugs and alcohol, he was sent a guardian angel. Well, two of them.
Claudia Henderson used to cook for his parents and she never left her position, no matter how often Steve refused to eat, ignored her. She never pushed too hard, leaving the tray with food in his room without forcing him to eat, patiently waiting for him to come downstairs. "I'll be in the kitchen if you want to talk. Or if you want something else to eat, dear," she would always say and smile at him. His chest hurt at the maternal tone and it took weeks before he joined her. He'd stop on the top of the staircase, staring down and thinking how he didn't deserve that, didn't deserve her kindness. But every day he took another step and when he finally opened the door, half-convinced she'd be gone, that he took too long, he was met with her wide smiling face. "Hi there, Steve," she smiled and dusted off her apron. "Would you like some cocoa? It's getting chilly, the heating in this house is atrocious, I'll tell you."
The second guardian angel was Wayne Munson. The ever grumpy maintenance man seemed rough around the edges, almost crass, but he was just as kind as Claudia was. When he noticed Steve was holed up in his room all the time, he unceremoniously barged in and announced that Steve was becoming a man and rich or not, he'll have to know how to do stuff around the house. The first thing they ever did together was fix a leak in the attic and Steve watched as Wayne worked, fascinated. He handed him the tools he asked for, moved where Wayne directed him and when they were done, Wayne put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed, a comforting gesture he'd never known from his father. "Look at that, son," Wayne said and it took Steve a second to recognize he was smiling, a foreign expression on the man's face. "We did it. Not bad. Many people think when something's broken, you just toss it. Me, I like to think you just need to figure out how to fix it."
Steve's head slowly cleared with the help of his guardian angels. He mentioned to Claudia once that his mother loved flowers and that she would have hated how overgrown the garden became. The next day, she knocked on his door and when he opened it, he saw her standing there, smiling, gardening tools in her hands. She tossed him a pair of working gloves. "You should wear something old, dear," she told him, "we're going to get dirty."
Wayne sometimes took Steve to his other job, he worked part-time in a garage and fixed cars. Steve loved observing him, marveled at that skillful pair of hands. No matter how hopeless the car looked, Wayne always rolled up his sleeves, patted the hood of the car and turned to Steve. "Let's take a look how to get this girl running again, shall we?" Nothing seemed impossible when Wayne set his mind on it.
It was also Wayne who noticed Steve struggling to get his emotions out and suggested to force them if they feel like sitting inside his body - he found a few martial arts clubs in the city and wasn't even surprised to learn that Steve joined them all. And Steve wasn't just good - he excelled at all of them. There was so much rage and sorrow in him, but also discipline, fear of hurting someone after he'd cost this world his parents. The knuckles on his hands were often sore and bloodied from rigorous training, but the quiet in his head was so worth it.
But the greatest gifts his angels had given him weren't the flowers, the cocoa or the way to ease his restlessness. There were two more miracles that found their way into Steve's life, one from Claudia, one from Wayne.
Claudia often spoke about her son, Dustin. She loved him dearly and always worried when she had to be away from him for a longer time, she never told Steve any details, but apparently her husband wasn't the best father around. Steve learned so much about Dustin even though he never met him - he was apparently very smart, had a crazy number of hobbies and always tinkered with something or other. He loved radios and Claudia was certain he'd end up inventing something revolutionary. And when Steve met the kid, he immediately understood, he was full of promise and brightness that Steve never had. He was a few years younger than him, but he was smart and for some reason Steve couldn't identify, he found Steve worthy of his friendship. Steve gained a younger brother he never had.
The second miracle came into his life when he was fifteen. Wayne seemed troubled one day in the garage and, after Steve commented on how uncharacteristically clumsy Wayne was that day, the older man shared that his stupid brother got himself arrested for armed robbery (Steve's heart skips a beat when he hears that, fortunately the younger Munson didn't hurt anyone but what if...) and his nephew was coming to live with him now, but he lived in an one bedroom apartment, not enough space even for himself, not to mention for a teenage boy. He might need to take a day or two off, to figure out if and where to move. Without thinking, Steve offered the Harrington mansion. "It's not like most of the rooms are getting any use," he shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant about it, "and the trust is paying for the bills anyway. It will be no bother and you'll at least be able to save some more."
And just like that, Eddie moved in. He was sixteen, lean and dangerous looking, with unruly dark hair and even darker eyes. The beginnings of their relationship were rocky at best - Eddie saw Steve as a spoiled rich boy and Steve frowned at Eddie's petty crimes, wondering if it ran in his blood. It's not like they even tried to become friends, Eddie blared metal so loud the banister kept shaking along with the stairs and Wayne gradually ran out of apologies, but Steve didn't really care. Anything was better than the quiet or the pity.
They attended the same school, only a year apart, and Eddie ostentatiously avoided him in the halls. He started playing in a band with a few other students and made it his life's mission to piss off as many people as possible. Except it didn't pay off one time when he annoyed a group of jocks into waiting for him behind the gym. Steve saw their backs, saw a narrow passage, an unsuspecting man (no woman this time, no frightened child behind them) and his body moved on its own. Eddie's eyes were wide when Steve stepped in front of him and blocked a punch aimed at his cheek.
In the end, Steve had a split lip and a black eye, but Eddie was safe. When the jocks finally realized it wasn't worth it, that Steve was way more dangerous than he seemed, they dispersed and Steve slid down the wall, the fading adrenaline leaving his legs feeling like jelly. Through his labored breathing, he didn't hear Eddie walking towards him before he leaned into his personal space, touching his cheek to assess the damage. "Are you crazy, Harrington?" he asked in a hoarse voice. "The fuck made you do that?"
Steve shook his head, tried to get up and failed. "I didn't...you don't deserve this. Nobody does."
Eddie stared at him as if Steve grew a second head. "I don't? Even if I'm an asshole to you?" he asked, his tone teasing in spite of the serious look in his eyes.
Steve snorted and immediately regretted the decision, his chest hurt from a punch he failed to predict. Hard to keep track of them when it's five against one. He'd have to do better. "Even if you're an asshole," he smiled at Eddie and with the smile he received back, an invisible barrier shattered between them.
Eddie helped him up, slung Steve's arm over his shoulders and, as he was washing blood off Steve's face in the high school bathroom, joked that scars would make him look way more badass. "But don't worry, Stevie," he said, the name slipping through his lips with surprising ease, "a badass pretty boy is still a pretty boy in my book. It won't ruin your image."
They became inseparable from that point onwards. Eddie still blared metal all over the Harrington mansion, but this time Steve was with him in his room, yelling along the lyrics, arguing about their music taste. Eddie slowly openedup to Steve about his dad, about the life of crime, no home whatsoever, and Steve shared with Eddie how he watched his parents die, how guilty he feels every day for having all that he has. They still had their separate friend groups in school but when they came home, they would find each other, Eddie leaning against a spade and rambling about the most recent rock and metal releases while Steve tended to his mother's roses. Dustin often joined them and Steve gradually found himself smiling again, especially when Eddie and Dustin found shared love for Dungeons and Dragons. He had no idea what they talked about, but he enjoyed their heated discussions.
Some time later, Steve and Wayne convinced Claudia to move in the mansion with Dustin. She had been a single mother for some time now and the city became more and more dangerous, Wayne always had her call once she arrived back home, but the waiting never got easier. In the end, Dustin tipped the scales in favor of moving and with this final addition, the large house started feeling like home. Dustin and Eddie spent hours at the huge dining table planning campaigns full of adventure and magic and either there was something between Wayne and Claudia, or Wayne miraculously learned to iron his own shirts and scented them with lavender. A group of local kids, Dustin's friends, even started coming over for the campaigns, Eddie graduated and started working in the same garage as Wayne. Steve and Dustin went to the local college, both for engineering, as if their found family was more important than pursing anything and everything they could do. They even persuaded Eddie to take up come courses on music theory, his band was still small but Steve and Dustin attended every single show and raved about his voice and guitar skills. For a while, life was good.
And then it wasn't.
The crime wave gripping the city never relented. It might have evaded the Harrington household for a decade, but things changed when Steve turned twenty-three.
First, the man who killed his parents was finally found - and then set free for insufficient evidence. Steve remembered him, he would know his face anywhere, but the court didn't believe his testimony, he had been a child, a traumatized one, and there seemed to be something behind the curtain, pulling on the strings...
And just when Steve thought he'd explode with rage and guilt that never left, only slept underneath his skin, the garage where Wayne and Eddie worked got robbed. Not only robbed - Eddie was fortunately off for the day, but the intruder stabbed Wayne in the stomach as he was escaping with the money. The hours in the hospital were slow and painful, Claudia sobbing and holding Wayne's unmoving hand, Eddie as pale as a sheet of paper, Dustin bombarding the doctors with questions that had no answers.
Steve couldn't wait any longer, couldn't take the lawless cruelty of the city anymore. He hugged all of them before excusing himself, finding the most inconspicuous black clothes and a silly bat cowl bought for a planned Halloween party and slipping quietly into the night. He watched the security tape, memorizing the culprit's movements and if he ran the recording through a testing software of his parents', no, his company, who could blame him. Who could blame him for the other things he did that night.
The culprit was found beaten up and tied before the door to Gotham PD. Police commissioner Jim Hopper spoke harshly against vigilante justice in his speech for the media, but with his adoptive daughter often visiting the Harrington mansion and being dropped off home by Wayne, he might have privately admitted that he'd buy the vigilante a flask of finest whiskey if he ever met him.
In the end, Wayne survived, although his rehabilitation was slow and with a lot of hiccups. Dustin, Claudia and Eddie were too preoccupied with watching Wayne's every step to notice that Steve spent more time alone now, often disappearing in the night and coming back in the morning, dark circles under his eyes, suddenly only wearing long sleeves which sometimes failed to cover the bruises. His costume was well hidden from everyone, it was becoming more and more famous in Gotham's news. The media dubbed him Batman and he didn't really care. Eddie told him once that bats were really metal, whatever that meant, and showed him his newest tattoo. So yes, he didn't mind the name. Batman made him think of Eddie, of everything and everyone he cared for. He needed to keep them safe from the shadows.
Until the lack of maintenance betrayed Steve's secret. His window squeaked when he climbed into his room, still in the costume, and he must have underestimated how on edge both Dustin and Eddie were. They basically kicked the door in, armed with a candle holder and a small statue, both from the mansion's corridor. They all froze, staring at each other, and when Steve tried to explain himself, stumbled over words in terror that his family would judge him, Eddie shushed him and hugged Steve, firm and warm.
Steve never expected to hear the next words: "Let us help."
If they were inseparable before, now they were a single unit. Dustin was set up with a surveillance system rivaling the ones used by government agencies, guiding Steve on his night prowls. Eddie covered for Steve's absences and always stayed up until he returned, treating his wounds and taking notes of the weaknesses in his armor, his weaponry maintained Steve's ride of choice and was always ready to drop everything and pick Steve up if something went wrong. Which it often did.
There was an unspoken understanding between them - don't tell Claudia and Wayne. And when Steve explained to them, shaky and worried, that he wanted to bring people to justice but couldn't bring himself to kill anyone, he wanted to kill the man who took his parents from him, wanted to kill the man who hurt Wayne but could never follow through and now he was terrified of crossing that line, Eddie just nodded and whispered "I hate to admit this, but I'm so fucking glad you're saying that, Steve."
More would join later.
Robin, a dorky prodigy at the Harrington company who graciously covered for all the missing items and welcomed the challenge of adding experimental features to the set that definitely wasn't vigilante gear.
Nancy, an aspiring journalist who had a nose for crime. She and her partner in crime (or crime fighting) Jonathan collected anything and everything to expose the biggest players in Gotham's criminal underground and if they sometimes exchanged information with Batman and his mysterious comms person, it was for the benefit of all.
Their friend Argyle ran the most popular pizza place in Gotham, had ears everywhere and wasn't afraid to share any rumors that Batman might find interesting.
Commissioner Hopper who begrudgingly taped a plastic bat onto a reflector and when Steve showed up to investigate, he chuckled and muttered "well, that was easy." The trust didn't come immediately, but it was worth it.
The kids from the Dungeons and Dragons party grew up too and started pitching in.
The quiet artist Will drew designs for Steve's weapons and armor and spend hours arguing with Robin over how to find the perfect balance between making a non-lethal weapon and make it look like one.
Athletic Lucas planted trackers on the highest and most unreachable places in Gotham, utilizing his love for parkour.
His little sister Erica turned her interest in poisons from detective stories into experimentation with various antidotes.
Max studied optometry, the interest spurred by an eye condition she was treated for as a child, and threw herself into designing the most functional interface for Steve's visor, showing enough information to be useful but not impeding his range of vision.
Jane had almost a supernatural knack for identifying places of suspicious activity in the city. Most of it could be explained by her listening in to her dad's conversations, but sometimes she just pointed to a map and whispered "something is happening here. Something bad." They never doubted her.
Mike could find any and all clues in newspapers and court documents. Where he once used his creativity to craft stories for his friends, he was now meticulously focused on the tiniest hints, connecting nearly invisible dots until he uncovered the most obscure branches of criminal underground. His attention to detail was unparalelled.
Eddie asked Steve once why he chose the bat costume in the first place. Steve just smiled at him and said: "A guy I really respect told me once that bats are metal."
#stranger things fanfiction#steddie fanfiction#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#claudia henderson#steddie au#strangerthingsfanfiction#strangerthings#batman au#the party#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#argyle#believe me the steddie is there and will be more prominent if I decide to write more
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bubba sawyer sfw alphabet ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
a/n: sorry it took so long to post, i’ve been experiencing writers block and was visiting family. i’m getting back to writing :))
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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
bubba definitely finds your face very attractive! your legs, especially your thighs, are also a personal favorite of his! you find his stomach and his hands very attractive.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
he definitely wants a family, having a family is all he’s ever known. growing up, his job was to provide for his loved ones so he can’t imagine anything else.
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
she usually is the big spoon, she just wants to make you feel safe. she is a big teddy bear when it comes to cuddling.
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
you guys can’t really go on dates often, but when you’re both able to picking flowers, flicking through fashion magazines, or dancing along to songs on the radio are popular date ideas.
E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)
you are my world.
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
he knew he was in love when he first laid eyes on you. at that point, bubba knew he had to make you his and protect you.
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
she is so gentle, she’s too afraid to lose you. she wants to show you how much she loves and cares about you. if she accidentally hurts you physically or hurts your feelings in some way, she’ll show much remorse and make it up to you- she doesn’t want you to leave her.
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
they intertwine their fingers with yours and caress your hand with their thumb.
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
when he first saw you he thought you were so pretty. when you were kind and gentle to him, he was surprised since nobody has treated him so nice before.
J = Jealous
she gets jealous easily. if she sees you talking to a customer at drayton’s barbecue a certain way that makes it seem like you like them, she babbles very nervously. and you can tell she gets insecure because of how their brothers treat her, she doesn’t feel like she’s good enough, so she’ll need some reassurance.
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
she kisses very passionately. even though bubba had no experience before you, she tried her best to be as loving as she could. she kissed you first :)
L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)
you said i love you first. it just happen to slip out while you were saying goodnight to them. when they heard you say it, they gurgled something back that sounded like a reciprocated confession.
M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)
your first date with bubba. he had blindfolded you and led you towards you his favorite area of the farm- the dirt clearing in front the beautiful and radiant sunflower field. he puts down the radio down near the both of you and turns it on. he takes off the blindfold and starts dancing with you.
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
bubba always spoils you. she can’t buy anything, but she will ask drayton to get you things. she will also craft gifts from things she found around the house and the field. if she saw something she thinks you would like on a victim, once they’re dead, she’ll wash it off and give it to you.
O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)
pink, white, and pastel yellow reminds him of your love, like two high schoolers, infatuated with each other.
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
pretty girl, baby, sweetie/sweetheart, and love are his personal favorites when it comes to calling you loving names.
Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)
the dining table; it’s old, grandpa made it when he was a teen.
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
she loves making doll clothes and accessories for your doll collection and cuddling with you.
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
they cheer you up by making you clothes and giving you flowers. preparing food for you is another way they try to make you feel better and it’s also how they try to make themselves feel better, too. cuddling with you makes the both of you feel a lot better.
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
he loves talking about his day, Chicken (his pet rooster), you, flowers, and makeup.
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
a nice nap or cuddling session helps him unwind with you, looking at magazines and doing your makeup helps him feel a lot less tense.
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
she’s very proud of you and shows you off all the time. she can’t believe someone as attractive as you loves someone like her (even though you insist that she’s the most beautiful person you’ve met, it’s hard for her to believe you due to what she grew up hearing from his older brothers).
W = Wedding (When, how?)
you guys got married about a year after you first met. one day, they asked you to cover your eyes. when you were told to open them, they were on their knees with a diamond ring that they took off the ring finger of a victim. you accepted happily and three weeks later you guys had your wedding in front of the sunflower field. you wore bubba’s mom’s wedding dress from fifty years before. it was. a beautiful antique gown with a high lace neckline, lace covering your arms and the top of your cleavage. the test of the gown was big and puffed out at the waist, ivory in color. bubba wore their least dirty suit and blue tie. when they saw you walking down the makeshift aisle, arm in arm with drayton, they tried their best not to cry with happiness. they were finally truly happy with someone.
X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)
starman by david bowie, his favorite song by his role model.
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
yes, they always think of being committed to you. it’s something she’s always wanted-
someone to love and someone who truly loves her, even though she always thought it would never happen.
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
they already have a pet chicken, but they’ve always wanted a rabbit, and they would name is bubbles :3
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Billy & Muse in the early days are so 'Superman' coded... I never realized that before.
"He puts papers in his briefcase and drives away / To save the world or go to work / It's the same thing to me"
It's his muse in the beginning before all the whole 'I hate you, we break up, you call me, I love you' shenanigans that ensue throughout the early days of the situationship (if you wanna even call it that/whatever ***That*** situation is called)
"I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him / I hang on every word you say"
Need I say more?
"Come back, I'll be with you someday / I'll be right here on the ground / When you come back down"
I feel like this can be taken as either when Billy leaves on tour and Muse stays behind for whatever reason.. or when Billy goes on a bender and the two fight, he tells her to leave, and eventually gets her to come back around when he's sober; gives 'when you come back down' a different meaning.
"He's complicated, he's irrational"
Poor tortured artist Billy :( (sarcasm) but since he has that duel complex of thinking he's some tortured artist but also the best fucking thing since sliced bread... and toss in his short fuse and well... complicated and irrational is he.
"'He's not all bad like his reputation' / And I can't hear one single word they say"
... so 'they' being Eddie... maybe Daisy too. But mainly Eddie. Mainly Eddie trying to convince her that Billy's no good for her (but simultaneously not being the best choice for her either—)
"And I watch you fly around the world / And I hope you don't save some other girl"
The heartbreak when Billy tells her for the first time that 'she's just some groupie' and that 'he has a lineup of girls who would be fine with just the bare minimum' and 'he's billy fucking dunne and she's just... a groupie'
And just that horrible horrible feeling Muse gets when she's away from him after he says those things to her because what if he really does 'save' some other girl after he kicks her out for a day or two...
But then here he comes with flowers and sweets and a half-assed verbal apology followed by make-up sex and...
Well, we know how the rest goes.
wait, you're so right
whatever is that he's doing is life altering for her, his music is life changing, he's an icon, so far above, and she's lost in the daze of it all. his songwriting, him playing the guitar, driving off to the studio before she started coming too. and he totally just starts consuming her thoughts from day one and then once she's got a taste she can't let go. every sweet thing he's ever said is engraved in her brain which is what makes it hurt so much more when he starts switching up.
yes!! he comes back down to reality, he sobers up and comes crawling back to her because he cares about her, he loves her, and he knows that when he's not letting the fame, the fear, take over. and it makes her realize he's much more than the rockstar she became infatuated with because he was endearing but also kind of an ass sometimes, but he can also fluctuate between being so caring to falling into a pit of ego. songs about not being enough (well thanks to daisy encouraging him to write that way) but then he's the shit and nobody can compare.
eddie, daisy, karen, her dad, I'm sure so many people have things to say about being in some sort of situationship with billy dunne. but she can't hear it when she knows at his best it just feels so right, so perfect.
okay and eventually she realizes there will always be groupies, but they're just sex to him (which makes the comments about that being her hurt more) but anyways when she's putting that aside it makes her feel more confident about her place, it's more than just physical. but god, when it's one of those rare times he's kicked her out instead of her leaving and then the thoughts of, 'what if he finds a new me? finds a new girl and then he won't need me anymore' and it's almost enough to make her call first (don't get me wrong there's a time or two when she does but that's for me to write about not in this blurb lmao) but then there's billy at her door and all those thoughts are shaken away because he's so sweet now. and the makeup sex would always be so good-
but we know the drill
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REIGN OF TERROR
chapter eight
You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.
Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast
Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, DEATH, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing, misogyny
Taglist: @silversparkles11 @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @bishuthot @kooliv @syunchl @lauritakamaki @ash07128 @darkuni23 @era-genius @doublebunv @etsuko-99 @bbl32 @hoseoks7swrld @sweetbtsfoever @bxbyyyjocelyn @crazy-eight17 @mageprincess7 @devilsbooksworld @breadgeniedope @cara-18 @yourtmblrgirlfriend @sleepy-time-dreamy @angelarin @faerikitty @iloverubberduckiez-blog
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The television played her favorite show and the curtains were bright and sunny but none had her attention. She was anxious, sort of scared, she had confidence in him, she really did.
She wondered if something went wrong. She waited for Jungkook to walk through the door happily and hug her saying that he was victorious.
Jungkook was strong, she had heard the stories. If he won today she knew nobody will be able to stop him. He would likely live his long vampire life ending all his enemies.
The thought of it strangely frighten her. She didn't want him to win for the power, she wanted him to win so he could share his happiness with her.
If he lost everything would likely stay the same since he currently wasn’t king, but the chance of him loosing is low.
For a second she imagined him losing. If she really thought about it he would hate to lose. It would kill his confidence. He would no longer be arrogant, he would likely fall into a deep depression. Everyday he would wish he was better, stronger, and smarter.
He would finally know his place. He wouldn't control her anymore. She liked the thought for a second.
Her thoughts were interrupted when the door open. "Jungkook!" She exclaimed.
But it wasn't Jungkook. It was her servant Alana who usually lightly knocked before opening the door. Nevertheless, Y/n was excited to see her.
"Lani, there you are! You're early today. Did the fight already end? I need to see Jungkook." She rambled.
Alana gazed at her with a weird look Y/n regconized. It was the way Jungkook looked at her sometimes. "I- I just- Yes, the fight has ended."
Y/n looked at Alana in confusion, she could tell something was bothering her but also something had liberated her. "Where is he?" She asked once again.
Alana gave Y/n a forced smile and put her hands on Y/n's shoulder. "I'll explain everything m'lady. I'll have a guard bring you outside to meet me."
"You are aware that I can't go outside. Jungkook he wouldn't-"
"Enough about him!" Alana raised her voiced. Y/n stepped back in shock. "Just trust me."
For the first time Y/n didn't trust her. Nevertheless, she simply nodded her head.
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Taehyung silently thanked a higher being that they were in a secured abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. Jungkook let out loud groans of pain as Taehyung struggled to operate him.
"If we're going to accomplish anything here you have to stop moving!" Taehyung scolded him.
"That bitch! I need to kill her. She can't take Y/n from me! I deserve her. She loves me!" Jungkook screamed in a hoarse voice.
"And you can't do nothing right now if you won't calm down! She used some rare potion on you I've never seen before. You are healing extremely slow. It's going to scar."
"The Middlemist Red. It's a rare flower that is Y/n's only weakness. I drunk her blood which is why it's hurting me." Jungkook explained.
Taehyung sighed. "In that case you need human blood to flush out the poison." He put his hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "I'll get you some, just rest." He said sensing his friend's weakness.
Taehyung never really had a problem drinking human blood. He enjoyed it actually. But he always drunk only what he needed. It was his friends Yoongi and Jungkook who would drink an excess of it. It was said the more you drink, the stronger you would become.
Of course, it always have it's downsides. You could become drunk with blood and Yoongi and Jungkook was always drunk. It made them ruthless, immature and untameable.
He was always the calm one of the three. He was always the one to clean up the mess. He just hope now that Jungkook wouldn't return to his old ways and drink too much blood.
As Taehyung prepared to leave he heard rustling in the bushes. Fearing very little he made his way outside to detect the noise, but his nose detected it before his hearing.
"Jimin." He mumbled. As soon as he said his name Jimin vampsped in front of him.
"How did you find us?" Taehyung quickly asked.
"Are you forgetting we met here when I brought you Y/n to give to Jungkook?" Jimin reminded him making his way towards the cabin door.
Taehyung's stronger hand stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" He said in a deep, threatening voice.
"To check on him. If you haven't noticed things aren't going well in this world and we need him alive." Jimin hissed.
"Jungkook's own servant and brother betrayed him today. I need your loyalty." Taehyung demanded.
"And you have it. Do you know what Alana is doing right now?" Jimin asked. Taehyung looked at him dumbfounded. "She has a vampire army waiting outside the castle to attack the humans."
Taehyung scoffed. "Is not that not exactly what Jungkook planned? Why would you be against it now?"
"The love of my life is there, Taehyung. Jungkook and Miriam had an agreement that he would only kill the guilty and then peace will occur. None of us want a war." Jimin explained. Taehyung could see in his eyes that he was worried for Miriam.
"Fine. I'm sorry for the interrogation. Watch and make sure he doesn't move until I come back."
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Alana smiled from her carriage as she watched her guards bring Y/n to her. She thought it was cute as Y/n stared around curiously at the people bowed down to her.
She didn't plan to fall in love with Y/n. But once it happen she couldn't resist it, her beauty, her curiosity and her kindness. She was special.
At first, she thought it was nice that Jungkook brought you here, that he saved her. But when she saw she were actually a prisoner, that he lied, that he hurt her. She couldn't stand back and watch.
Everyone deserves a choice, even if the choice might hurt them.
"What is all this?" Y/n asked her.
Alana gave her a big smile. "Come in the carriage. I know it's pretty old and humans have cars these days but it's a tradition for vampire war time." She nervously rambled.
"War time? We're in war?” Y/n asked not moving.
"I'll explain everything just come in."
Y/n listened and made her way into the carriage that was tinted and private. She looked at Alana as she awaited for her to speak.
Alana was terribly nervous. "Y/n, I am the Queen of all vampires now, and soon all beings."
Y/n's face folded in confusion. "Queen? Has Jungkook chosen you as his Queen? Are you guys-"
"No!" Alana quickly interrupted in disgust. "Y/n I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I defeated him in battle for the kingship. I'm not sure but I believe he- I believe he is dead."
Y/n blinked her eyes in shock. She didn't know what to feel. Was this some joke?
Surprisingly, she didn't feel much remorse for Jungkook. She tried to search for some indication that she was sad. But in reality she felt relieved.
Jungkook scared her, stressed her out even. He was confusing.
But now she felt an underwhelmed. If Jungkook is gone who will love her?
"Oh." Y/n mumbled looking down at her lap. "Why did you fight against him? Y-You were on Jin side this whole time?" She asked disappointment laced in her voice.
"I'll tell you everything m'lady." She said as she held Y/n's chin towards her. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at her touch. She wasn't use to Alana being so close to her. Seeing her discomfort she quickly let go of her chin.
"About six centuries ago my Grandmother and Grandfather was King and Queen of all Vampires. My grandfather had a servant who was a Jeon. Seeing his loyalty and devotion, Jeon and my grandfather became best friends. But the vampires were forming an rebellion against my grandfather. One by one people started to betray him. People didn't approve of his treatment to humans, since they were slaves to the vampire.
But he always trusted Jeon more than anyone. Jeon just didn't betray my grandfather. He killed him and my grandmother and declared himself as King.
But my grandparents' child saw him do it. When he saw the small child he didn't have the heart to kill him. Instead he made him a servant, ironic right? They erased this story from the history books, along with my family name. And that is how the Min line went from royalty to peasants.
Before the Jeons stole the rulership humans were slaves. For awhile , the Jeons somehow still let humans live normally, just killing the ones they wanted blood from. Jungkook's mom was the nicest to those creatures and that's when my family knew we had to take over again.
We remained civil because we thought Jungkook would bring back human slavery and he was close, but yet he failed." Alana scoffed.
The way she spoke told Y/n everything she needed to know. Alana spoke with hostility everytime she mentioned the name Jeon. She was used to Alana being calm most of the time, yet telling her story brought out an angry feeling of injustice to her.
"You said Min line. Yoongi was a Min wasn't he?" Y/n hesitantly asked.
Alana quickly looked away. "Yes he was my cousin. We planned to take over together. Hence the reason he attacked me that night at the library. I am thankful that you killed him m'lady. I wanted the kingship to myself and I knew eventually he would betray me." Alana admitted.
Y/n quickly scooted away from Alana in disbelief. "So you lied to me. You two insinuated you were former lovers. You used me. You told me I could trust you Alana. How could you use me for your own personal agenda? I thought you were my friend." Y/n cried, betrayed at her friend's action.
Alana shook her head profusely as she watched her friends visibly shake. Y/n knew that Jungkook had bad intentions but she would have never thought Alana would do this.
"No no no m'lady. I couldn't tell you the truth because at the time Jungkook would kill me. I was weak before I met you. Jungkook he has manipulated you! He's the one whose using you! I only wanted to free you! I drunk your blood so I can free you m'lady. I never lied to you." She rambled grabbing Y/n's arm hoping she believed.
"I've should've known. I saw your picture on Jungkook's ceiling. You grew up with him and Yoongi. You told me you were turned into a vampire when you're a purebred. Why lie about such a thing?" Y/n yelled in disbelief pushing Alana's hand off her body.
"I am a purebred younger than Yoongi and Jungkook but I stopped aging at 18, most vampires stop aging later. Because of that many people already considered me defected. I needed you to think I was weak and helpless for when the time came you would give me your blood." She revealed.
Y/n started to panic as her breath seemed to leave her body. "I don't want to be here with you. I want Jungkook back. Why would you do this to me?"
"M'lady." She said grabbing Y/n's hand. Y/n looked at her with disgust. But Alana had already won today so she was confident. "I love you. Not in the selfish way Jungkook love you but in the way that I can't sleep at night unless I know you're okay. I want to be gentle to you, I want to wake up beside you every day, I want to spoil you." She admitted tears coming out her eyes.
Y/n's mouth dropped. She brought her face closer to Alana's. "You think you're better than him? You two are the same. Willing to lie and use me for power." She whispered with and harshly pushed Alana way.
"You don't feel the same way about me." Alana asked blinking tears out her eyes.
"I don't know what love is Alana." She said in a calm but cold voice.
The air grew thin as the small carriage was silent. Only sound heard was the horses strong legs pushing against the ground.
Alana cleared her throat. "I brought you here because we are going to enslave the humans once and for all, starting with the castle. Y/n I know you hate me but you are strong. I don't want you to hide your power, I-I want you to use it." She proposed.
Y/n stared out the tinted window. "Can't anyone see? I don't care about war or politics. I just want to wake up one day and think I'm more than a weapon or a toy to everyone." She murmured.
Alana wanted to scream that she never thought of Y/n as such. That she was not like Jungkook. But she knew it wouldn't help.
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Jimin and Taehyung watched as Jungkook sucked a random man's blood. It was no secret they were quite irritated with him.
"Mmm, forgot the taste of human blood." He moaned with blood dripping down his lips. He pushed the guy away from him. "Do you two want any?"
Taehyung rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No thank you master." Jimin answered more politely than Taehyung.
"You didn't drain the victim dry? Progress." Taehyung said sarcastically.
"I said I forgot the taste, not crave it. My Y/n's blood is the only blood i crave." Jungkook acknowledged wiping the blood with his sleeve.
"Now, it's time to get my angel back into my arms and kill the bitch that took her from me." He exclaimed with a new found energy.
"Are you kidding Jungkook? You still haven't got all your power back. Alana beat you at your full potential, she will kill you in seconds." Taehyung reminded him in an annoyed tone.
"That's because she drunk from Y/n. In fact, she couldn't even beat me sword to sword. She used the flower on me. But what do you expect from a woman." Jungkook laughed.
Taehyung bit his lip as he was thinking. "Alana was able to have the flower on her skin. I saw it when she put her sword on her thigh. I didn't think much of it but she must be immune." He realized.
"I bet she has a lot of secrets. I thought I could trust her since she was Yoongi's cousin." Jungkook sighed. He snapped his fingers as he made a new discovery. "That book Y/n had! I didn't even think to see who she got it from. I was too mad that she lied to me. Alana must of gave it to her. She must have known about Y/n's species and weakness for a long time."
Taehyung scoffed. "Can you not see? It's a repeated pattern Jungkook. Admit it! Alana outsmarted you because you were too busy having fun with your pet and being a selfish, overconfident bastard." Taehyung shouted at Jungkook.
"Watch your tone Taehyung." Jungkook seethed. "I'll admit it okay! I underestimated Alana. But now is not the time to hate me. Alana has an army right now with orders to enslave humans. I personally don't care about the enslavement of humans but I made a deal with you Jimin." He looked over to Jimin. "I intend to be a better king and keep my alliances. Love me or hate me, you need me if you want to stop her." He smirked.
"You can't do it alone. We must not underestimate her again." Taehyung sighed.
"And we won't. How would you like to be the new third member of the ruthless three Jimin?" Jungkook asked the boy with a mischievous grin.
Jimin smiled. "Oh it will be an honor."
Jimin knew very well that Jungkook wasn't the best king. He was the most legendary and perhaps powerful one but he had alot of flaws. Like everyone in the vampire kingdom, he was raised to respect and serve whose in lead regardless.
He hoped Jungkook stays true to his deal but he also know that he only truly cared about Miriam. All he wanted was her safe.
"Great." He mumbled. "Now for you." Jungkook drawled looking at the weak human man who could barely stand.
Putting his hands on his shoulder he looked at the man in his eyes. "Thank you for your service." Jungkook's fangs hissed at him before taking a big bite from his neck killing him.
"Seriously!" Taehyung yelled. "You could have compelled him to go home."
"Yeah you're right. But unfortunately we have a war to end."
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It took over a day for the carriage to arrive at the Chancellor's House. Those hours were quiet for Alana and Y/n, but surprisingly not the uncomfortable silence.
Y/n stared at the window most of the day enjoying the scenery. It was like a movie to her. While Alana discussed plans with different generals in her army.
Alana hopped out of the carriage with her army all around her waiting for orders. It was erie that no humans were seen on sight.
Alana knew very well that the Chancellor's house was the busiest and most populated place on Earth for humans. It was no way it was this quiet unless they had a heads up.
To be fair, they did drive on a carriage. Despite having a lack of food and basic needs, humans had the technology. It was no doubt they had cameras, or prehaps trackers, that forseen this moment.
Most vampires didn't use advanced technology. The turned ones had no problem using it since they were already accustomed. But the most an average vampire would have is a washing machine. Some had phones or old television but most didn't trust anything created by a human.
Y/n followed Alana out the carriage. Alana gave her a smile, happy that she followed her. Reaching out her holster she pulled out a small knife. "I know it's not much but take it. Just in case you need it." She insisted.
"No thank you." She mumbled. Alana eyes lingered on Y/n seeing that she was still mad. Nevertheless, she put the knife in Y/n’s hand.
She took a huge sigh before looking at her army. "You will not attack until I order." She yelled in an authoritative voice.
Everyone's eyes drew attention as heels clacked down the staircase.
Her face was confident, in fact amused at the scene before her. "Y/n, proper grooming and suitable clothing fits you well." She jeered.
Y/n ignored her remark as she tried to stay calm. Being back here at the Chancellor's House brought out disturbing feelings for her. She couldn't believe she stayed in the basement of this huge building for 20 years. She couldn't believe that these people all knew and allowed it.
She hated all of them and she wanted nothing more than revenge. It's not liked she cared about human and vampire affairs, she just couldn't stand the fact the people who did this to her are content, well and free.
Scarlett eyed Alana like she was looking at a strange object. "Hm. I've never seen you before. A child in armor, I was expecting Jungkook." She said in a disappointed voice.
Alana took a couple steps forward to show she was in charge. "Jungkook is no longer in control of our race, I am. I am the one who will brutally capture your people if you do not surrender. The time of human freedom is over. Your people was meant to only be a drink for us, not disobedient and intolerant creatures. The Jeon line showed you mercy, I will not." Alana boomed.
Scarlett snickered, unimpressed at Alana's presence. "I will admit you must be smart and strong to take down the mighty Jungkook but you are also young and inexperienced. Chancellor Namjoon is righteous and deserving , he will always lead his people into salvation. Our freedom is because of his braveness."
Alana scoffed. "Do you think I and others not know who you are? You use to be a hero; the girl who warned Jungkook about his sickness. But after that you became a joke. You betrayed your own people just to be with the humans. Join us and be on the right side for once Scarlett." Alana stormed.
"Why do vampires think they are so harmful with their abnormal fangs, compulsion and superspeed? Do you not think humans haven't matched the power in technology yet?" Scarlett chuckled before waving her hand.
Suddenly a loud sounded boomed and smoke filled the air. Y/n reflexively turned around as she saw some vampires burning in fire from the bomb. Ashes on the once green grass.
Alana looked over to Y/n to see if she was harmed. Seeing that she wasn't she went on to give her orders. "Attack." She screamed as the remaining of he people let out a war cry and ran in the castle.
Everything around her was dark from the remaining smoke coming from the bombs but the only light she saw was dark red eyes staring at her.
"Oh Y/n. You ran away and suddenly Jungkook is gone. It's almost like you did the job for us. Now that you proven you are the child of death, i think you are no longer needed." Scarlett laughed.
"Are you forgetting I can't be killed?” Y/n reminded her.
"Perhaps we should freeze you like your savior for our people can see you are no threat, just a blood bank and a weapon in war." She shouted.
Y/n watched as her eyes as they vamp-sped in circles around Y/n. It was a form of intimidation before an attack. She quickly got out the knife holding it tightly in her hand preparing for Scarlett attack.
Scarlett finally appeared in front of her and hissed out her fangs. Y/n used this opportunity to stab her with the knife in her heart.
"Hm. Nice move. Would've did some damage if it was a wooden knife." Scarlett snickered. She removed the knife from her body like it was a piece of lint and tossed it to the side.
In seconds, she speeded Y/n away from the scene and into an empty room.
Alana finally seeing the scene speeded towards the direction of the two girls, entering the room.
"Y/n!" She yelled in desperation. Y/n grunted as Scarlett pushed her to the ground.
Scarlett paid no attention, keeping her eyes on Alana. Her heels clicked as she walked around the room. "You see our people don't really need to die. All it takes is a discussion, or fight between the leaders of both to really save the both of our people."
"Then where is Chancellor Namjoon. Is he not the leader of all humans?" Alana spit back.
"Yes, but we both know women are more sensible than men. It's the men who get their strength from fighting, women like us are strong because we know how to think. Now tell me, why enslave the humans when you already mercilessly steal their blood?" Scarlett asked crossing her arms.
"Humans have been fighting back and running. Vampires only have enough blood in our system to survive. We want more. And your people just won't give up." Alana answered.
Scarlett scoffed. "And humans only have enough food to survive. But yet were still alive just like the vampires. So take your people and leave because you do not want to fight me. I can foretell some events of the future and I see you walking away.”
"You must not know me well." Alana grinned before speeding towards Scarlett. In seconds Scarlett threw Alana against the wall.
Alana immediately got up and the two women began fighting. It was unguessable who had the advantage as one second Scarlett would be on the floor and the next Alana would be in pain.
Y/n felt useless watching them fight. Now would be the perfect opportunity to run. She could leave right now, nobody will catch her since everyone was fighting. She could have the free life she always dreamed of.
But she didn't want to leave Alana. She don't think she could live without knowing if she won or not. She wouldn't describe this feeling as love but she cared.
Alana had Scarlett in a chokehold. "Ignoring all that human blood have made you weak. You can pretend all you want, you will always be a bloodthirsty creature like us." Alana seethed.
With a huge push Scarlett banged Alana head to the floor and released herself from the hold. Alana charged at her again but she threw her small body to the wall. "Stupid girl. I have Y/n's blood in my veins. I don't crave human blood like a vampire." Scarlett revealed.
Alana looked at Y/n for an explanation but Y/n herself was confused. She froze for a second as she furrowed her eyebrows. "I never gave you any of my blood." Y/n argued.
Scarlett only smirked, not saying anything waiting for Y/n to figure out on her own. "The blood tests Hobi gave me. You were never testing it. You used it for yourself." Y/n realized.
"Bingo! Now, all those years consuming her blood. How stupid you are thinking you can defeat me? I won't lie I was expecting Jungkook so I can easily kill the man, but you will do." Scarlett said.
Y/n looked at Alana who had little strength. It was no way she could beat Scarlett. She felt hopeless for her. She didn't want to watch her die.
"Enough!" A loud voiced echoed through the room. All eyes was on Namjoon as he glared at Scarlett.
"Namjoon, if I beat her the vampires will lose. This war is inevitable. Everything will be back to normal. You will have Y/n captured again and be Chancellor." She explained desperation written all on her face and voice.
Namjoon eyes were teary as he shook his head. "Look what all this have turned you into. She is an innocent girl. We won't break our morals for salvation anymore!" He yelled at her.
Scarlett said no words as she stared at Alana like a cat to a mouse. Namjoon seeing this looked back at the two girls. "Go, both of you."
Y/n ran to help Alana up. Alana wrapped her arm around her shoulder for support as the two of them got out the room the fastest they could.
Y/n was leading the two of them to the carriage but Alana halted. "We can't leave Y/n. I would look weak if I left my people at a battle I started."
Y/n ignored her but soon tripped over an object making both of then fall. Seeing what it was she shrieked and quickly stood up. It was then she saw that the whole hallway was full of dead bodies. Some human and some vampires.
"We have to go." Alana reminded her.
Y/n breath became shaky as she looked at the body. She slowly shook her head. "He's here I can feel it. This was his doing." Y/n started. "Examine the bodies. The puncture is all on the same place of the neck. The Omohyoid is his favorite place to bite, he bit me there." She further explained.
Alana looked at the bodies, confirming Y/n's theory. She believed her, she would always believe her. Alana mouth slightly opened when she realized one of the bodies were moving
"M'lady look!" She shouted. The two of them quickly went over to the body. "I-It's my general." Alana said in a low voice of sadness.
"My Queen." He said in a hoarse voice.
Alana shook her head in disbelief, she knew he was dying. "I-I'll avenge you." She grumbled.
"N-No no no. You m-must leave. Our people are joining Jungkook. They are killing the ones loyal to you." He wailed in a low voice. Alana quickly nodded even though the truth hurt.
It hurt her to see her own people dying. Alana has always loved her people, she would do anything for them. She grew up not having any sympathy for humans. But Y/n was different she wasn't human. Y/n felt like the only means of peace to her. She wasn't as light and innocent as the day but she also wasn't as dark and petrifying as the night.
The only people of her own kind she hated was Jungkook. When Jungkook seem like he was on the right path she admired him for a moment and was willing to put her hate aside. But like always in her eyes, he failed.
"H-He's back w-worst than ever." The man sputtered before his head dropped down and his eyes became frozen as ice and died.
The air felt heavy as they both sat in silence. Y/n was the first to break the ice. "Alana if you stay he will kill you. You have to leave." Y/n said still staring at the body.
Alana let out a low scoff. "Of course you want me to leave." She let out a soft sniffle which made Y/n look at her. She was crying. "You love him. I saw how your eyes lit up when you found out Jungkook was alive." She accused.
"He saved me from this exact building we're sitting in. I can't help to feel something for him but it is not love Alana. I love no one!" Y/n raised her voice irritated at her.
"Not even me." Alana croaked. Y/n could see that she was heartbroken. It hurt even more that Y/n didn't respond to her. "He hurt you. He only like you because of your blood. He keeps you isolated from everyone." Alana went on in disbelief.
"Haven't you noticed? My life has already been decided for me since parturition. I don't have choices! I'm barely even real Alana. I'm nothing more than a creature to help others. I can't live in enjoyment like a human nor can I hunt and enjoy power like a vampire. I'm not meant to have a life." Y/n cried.
Alana wiped away her tears collecting herself. "It's awful you feel that way about yourself." She said in a dissapointed voice. "Which is why I'm giving you a choice. I will leave because I know its best for me, but I want you to decide whats best for you. This is the very last of the Middlemist Red I took it from the lab before I left. My family has been growing it for years, and I have consumed it enough to be immune. Jungkook is strong so if you are to kill him you must lace the stake with all of this. I know you can do it if your heart desires. If not than you can simply discard the serum and you and Jungkook can be happy without him hurting you." She handed Y/n the small tube and Y/n quickly put in in her pocket.
Alana got up giving Y/n a smile as she stared into her eyes.
"Will I see you again Alana?" Y/n asked her. She didn't want Alana to leave but she knew the truth. She was hurt from her battle was Scarlett and had no backup. She only had her strong will and a broken heart left.
Alana wanted Y/n to come with her but she knew the harsh truth. Jungkook would always look for her.
"Only if you want to." Alana said in a quiet voice. She looked at Y/n one more time before speeding off.
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Max's and Brooke's drone date
Max: Now that you've entrusted me with your drone's remote, do you mind me asking you for a little bit of personal advice?
Brooke: Not at all, Max. Go ahead!
Max: How do you attract someone? What I mean is ... Suppose you set your heart on somebody. What would you do to get them?
Brooke: Grab them! And take them!
Max: You grab them and take them?
Brooke: Take them! Like that.
Max: So ... You mean to say that I should wait until after they tell me that they wouldn't refuse if I offered to bang them, that I make them feel like they have a reason to stay in a place they've been dreaming of escaping from for years and that nobody is good enough for me except for them. And after they ask me to kiss them, proclaim to everyone they are going to be my date for today's party and quarter-jokingly propose to me, right? Only then I should grab them and take them?
Brooke: Perhaps I haven't been clear enough. Max, waiting for good things to come your way is the opposite of grabbing and taking. Now, let me give you an example. Imagine Chloe is ...
Max: [blushes red as a hibiscus flower]
Brooke: I mean, imagine a completely hypothetical person of unspecified name and gender who hasn't had a particularly easy life so far finds themself in a difficult spot. Even though they want nothing more than to be with you, they start to push you away, because that's the only thing they know when it comes to relationships - being left behind. If that happens, you should tell them they are your number one priority now, the only thing that matters to you. You grab onto them and not let go of them, no matter what. And then you take them someplace where the past has no hold over you both.
Max: That was ... helpful. I'll keep all of that in mind. Not that I doubted it before, but you really are smart, Brooke.
Brooke: Max, I'm a straight-As student. I'm not bragging, that's just stating the fact. If you are able to comprehend chemistry and physics, you can understand human beings very easily. When you think about it, every single thing happening in your mind, every thought and emotion, including love, is a result of chemical reactions and physical processes taking place in your nervous system.
Max: I'm ... not sure if what you just said is reassuring or depressing. Anyways, how do you know so much about Chloe ... Sorry, the hypothetical person I asked about?
Brooke: It may be difficult to believe now, but freshman and sophomore years Chloe was top of the class in chemistry. We would compare notes ... and sometimes smoke joints. Studying and school in general can be so stressful. That's how I used to unwind. And Chloe had much more to unwind from, with her father's death, and all that stuff going on at home ... You know, at one point I owed that creep Frank Bowers a hundred dollars for weed. He put me down in his notebook. He was pretty aggressive in collecting. I lied to my parents that I needed extra money for school supplies and I managed to quickly pay him off before he could balloon that sum into the thousands with outrageous "interest", like criminals always do. I know Chloe owed him too. But I couldn't help her. What I got from my parents was barely enough to cover my debt. And then we drifted apart. I hope he's not still bothering her.
Max: He is. It's really bad. But she has a partner now. I won't let anyone hurt her ever again.
Brooke: See, Max? You're a natural at this "grabbing and taking" thing.
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This started out as my attempt at "incorrect quotes", with the joke being that Brooke is equally as determined in pursuing love as Grace Jones's character in "Conan the Destroyer". But then it grew into a short story.
#max caulfield#chloe price#pricefield#life is strange#lis#brooke scott#frank bowers#incorrect quotes#incorrect life is strange quotes
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Not long after starting the lounge singing (so before the Twins), Bess is wooed into going out with a cute, funny, seemingly sweet bartender that often works through her sets. The first date goes so well, Bess lets him kiss her goodnight when he drops her home: It's a little forward, tongue and significant moisture are felt a little earlier than Bess would normally want, but he doesn't push for more and is charming. Besides, Bess only ever kissed Oliver before and he was a Terrible Kisser™️. So maybe this is what kissing is actually supposed to be like?
Over the course of two months, they go out on various dates. The guy's persona never slips; he is always nice, courteous, gentle, etc. He is a bit more forward with where he likes to put his hands and kiss her despite how they claim to not be exclusive just yet and are just testing the waters, but he doesn't pressure her for sex. He never picks up on how she prefers live flowers to cut ones and dark chocolate to milk, but nobody is perfect. And this all feels nice and fun. Bess does think she might be falling for him a bit , though.
Then, one afternoon, Bess comes home after meeting him for lunch. She looks... it's hard to say--dazed? There are a lot of emotions in those eyes.
It's just her and Connie in the house at that time, and Bess asks to talk. Turns out, at lunch, Bess and Mr. Bartender had the discussion about where this all was going. They like each other. A lot. He'd really like to be her boyfriend. Bess admitted she'd really like to be his girlfriend. There's only one snag: Their relationship would have to be an open one to work for him. He's already been seeing other girls on the side with various levels of exclusivity while dating her. He already has a couple girlfriends. They're all actually poly together, but Bess wouldn't have to be if that's not her thing (it's not). "I just have so much love to give, Angel!" is his excuse. "Too much for any one girl to handle by herself."
Bess' romantic dream her entire life has been to be someone's One and Only™️. She wants to be enough for someone--just her. That only got stronger after Oliver. But this guy has been the closest thing to a dream relationship she's ever had: He's been nothing but sweet, caring, and a gentleman. The idea of an open relationship makes Bess sick to her stomach and makes her feel inadequate (and just is not her thing), but she wants love. She wants romance. And she's already a little more wrapped up in Mr. Bartender than she'd want or care to admit. "Should I do this, Connie? It feels so... wrong. Skeavy. Like an excuse for him to two-time me. I think about it and it hurts and I just wanna cry. But what if this is the only chance at real love I'm ever gonna get? What if I'm just not made to be enough for someone?Maybe I'm just not that lovable enough and all I can be is... one of a number." Tears are definitely trickling down Bess' cheeks.
Oughhhh, that’s rough. The “he’s so nice, BUT” scenario. But he’s not so nice. He misled her and is using an excuse, it sounds like, to date multiple ladies. It sucks and is heartbreaking.
Constance noticing Bess seems off, and as they talk. Connie listens for a long, LONG time. There’s lots of hugs, tissues and a bottle of gin is definitely opened.
After Bess has said everything and poured those emotions out, Connie brings her close and tight for a hug.
Connie isn’t poly, but she’s definitely acquainted with poly couples from back in NYC. She knows they have a healthy and loving dynamic, but it’s healthy because everyone in the poly relationship WANTS a poly relationship. They’re open about what their needs and wants are …they’re not leading people on like this guy arguably did to Bess.
Besides, his EXCUSE for wanting that type of relationship is …interesting. I wonder how he’d feel about his girls having multiple boyfriends, haha? PROBABLY not as enthusiastic as he lets on.
“You’re not in the wrong for wanting one partner to love you, Bess,” she explains softly. “To be their …’endgame’ is what kids are saying nowadays, right? Anyway, it’s like any other preference … he should have disclosed that sooner, honestly. Sounds like he was playing games and just hoped you’d roll with it. I’m proud of you for sticking up for yourself.”
She runs slow circles into her back, just focusing on making Bess comfortable.
“The answer is no. You shouldn’t do it. Because you obviously don’t want this. There would be nothing but more heartache down the line, which is not what you deserve. He was too forward, and he was misleading. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Another squeeze.
“What you do deserve is exactly what you want: one partner that loves you. This isn’t your only chance. Men are attracted to you, Bess. You are beautiful and a catch … that also means you’re gonna have duds like this guy try to woo you.
“I say dump him. Kindly, but in public, where he can’t squirrel his way back in without sounding like an ass to everyone else around. Don’t let him be a blockade to your true happiness. You deserve better, and you have a soulmate that’s waiting out there for you! Don’t settle.”
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A virgin’s pray (Agatha x Fem!Reader) part 3
You rolled your eyes as you noticed someone approaching your house. Too bad you were on your way out and had no intention to be polite with them. You had a place to go and a witch to meet.
You blushed a little at the thought of Agatha. Since that day in the forest (that left you with a basket full of little yellow flowers) you and the brunette had been “casually finding” each other in the same spot. It was something none of you talked about, but you both had noticed that whenever the other was using magic, the other felt theirs trying to join the practice.
So, you did what felt natural and offered to help her. She laughed at first, saying that she didn’t need help, she was already one of the most powerful witches of the coven. You just rolled your eyes but after a few more times of “accidentally” interrupting her practice, she admitted that her magic felt stronger when you were around.
Again, none of you wanted to think about it too much. You knew the stories, you knew what it was implying, that your presence made her magic stronger couldn’t be a good sign. And yet, none of you was willing to stop seeing the other, so you decided to practice in the forest, where you knew nobody would interrupt you. It didn’t take you a lot of time to become good friends.
“Miss Y/L/N!” You sighed as the person approached you
“Yes, Mr. Rowan?” you faked a smiled
“Wonderful day, isn’t it?” he said
You raised an eyebrow and looked at the grey clouds above your heads.
“Yeah, it sure is” you said “now, if you excuse me”
“Of course, the weather isn’t important right now” he said, standing right in front of you so you wouldn’t leave “I was wondering if you-”
“I know what you were wondering, Mr. Rowan” you interrupted him “and we both know the answer”
The man blinked, surprised by your attitude. Usually, you would indulge your suitors with a couple of smiles and a little more conversation before gently turning them down. But this time you were in a hurry, you needed to reach that pair of blue eyes that were increasingly etched in your mind, and you didn't feel like putting up with a clown like him at that moment.
"Miss Y/L/N" he said with a forced smile "I know you have your reservations about marriage, but I promise you that by my side you will have everything you want, I will even give you the moon if you ask me"
"With all due respect, Mr. Rowan, I can get the moon by myself" you rolled your eyes "let's not make this any longer. I really have things to do, so" you said, holding out your hand to him.
The man scowled furiously, but he reluctantly placed a small rock in your palm anyway. It was definitely not what he had expected, believing himself capable of conquering you with the typical lies everyone told. He seemed to forget that he was talking to the most powerful virgin in the coven.
"Have a nice day" you said, stuffing his heart into your pocket and running away before he could say anything else.
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"You should have made him promise the sun"
Agatha laughed heartily as you crossed your arms and stuck your tongue out at her. Of course she would know, she always seemed to know absolutely everything that was going on with you (another sign you were deliberately ignoring) and she was having a blast at your expense.
"stop laughing" you hit her shoulder "he probably would have cast a spell on me if it wasn't a sin to hurt a virgin"
"Yeah well, I wish he would have tried" she said "a criminal punishment is what he deserves"
"Why?" you raised an eyebrow "just for trying to woo me?"
"I think you've already made it clear that you're not interested in those things" she said, trying to sound nonchalant "they should leave you alone until you find your bond yourself"
You looked at her curiously, not missing the slight blush on her cheeks. You felt your magic again calling to hers and you couldn't help but smile. You knew you were already entering dangerous territory, but no one said magic was safe.
"So" you said, changing the subject "what are we learning today?"
"I thought some mind protection would be interesting" she said, grateful that you didn't push
"Oh, I know that one!" you said excitedly "ut sit mens mea et anima una, ut non pluat rubens madefacit animam meam, et magic oriatur de cineribus"
Agatha looked at you in surprise and rummaged through her book until she found the correct page, finding the exact words you had said. You smirked at her and she rolled her eyes fondly, ignoring the pang of emotion in her stomach.
"Sometimes you scare me" she told you "you sound like an encyclopedia of magic"
"Well, it's a virgin's job to help her witch when she doesn't remember her spells" you said.
The brunette muttered and turned to find a more open space where you could sit down and start practicing. She didn't say anything, but the only thing in her mind was that you had said "witch", leaving out wizards altogether.
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"This is serious Evanora"
The matriarch said nothing, but she clenched her fists tightly as she looked through the trees, to where you and her daughter were laughing together. The older witch felt a pang of fear when you kissed Agatha's cheek and the grass around you turned to snow as a result.
She didn't want to believe it, she couldn't allow it. When Wren and Rowan had come to her to complain about your rejection, she had taken it as a mere tantrum on their part. Of course, you had every right to reject as many as you wanted, or on the contrary, choose who you wanted. But not her. Not Agatha.
Evanora was not stupid, she knew that behind your crystal smile and your eyes full of life, there was an enormous power hidden, waiting for the moment when a worthy vessel came into your life. You were the most powerful virgin in the coven, and anyone who married you would be the greatest warlock or witch.
And that couldn't be her daughter.
Agatha was rebellious, indifferent, and too ambitious for her own good and that of others. She was a selfish, unpredictable, and uncontrollable young woman. If she ever got her hands on your stone box, if you managed to purify her magic, only the night knew what she would be capable of.
She would be unstoppable and could take anything she wanted. You were a prize that Agatha was not worthy of.
She was silently grateful that the rumors were spreading fast, that your suitors were upset that you were hardly ever home to court you anymore. Because that gave her the opportunity to make amends, it was not too late. She could save you and the entire coven from Agatha.
And so would she.
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KH’s tags: @agathaharkness-simp @jona-lea @milfdilflover @carnagewidow @roseclear
#reader insert#x reader#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness imagine#agatha wandavision#a virgin's pray#AVP#giveagathaagirlfriendchallenge
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Hey everyone! This is my first time sharing my work online! A little nervous but anyway-
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Prompt: Nightmare
Evan’s soft footsteps padded down the hallway, careful not to hit the squeaky floorboards of their family home. He held his breath creeping as still as a shadow, or a ghost in the night.
The 7-year old clutched his yellow bear tightly, stopping in front of a white door with flowers dotted on it’s painted wood. He cast a glance behind his back, but the only thing to greet him was the red wallpaper of his home and the grandfather clock at the end of the hall.
He raised his pale fist against the door, letting it tap. But he barely heard a rustle in the air. He took a deep inhale in, as he lowered his hand to the handle creaking the door open.
“Liz?” He whispered. He paused at the doorway peeking in and looking at the sleeping ginger-haired girl in bed. “Liz?” Evan said a little louder, watching the girl stir, blinking up at him.
“Ev? It’s way too early to be up…what’s wrong?” Elizabeth yawned, casting her glance to her alarm clock, at the ungodly hour of 3:00am. Elizabeth turned on her bedside lamp, illuminating her room in a warm yellow light.
“I had a nightmare…” Evan whispered, pulling Fredbear up to mask his red cheeks. Father said big kids didn’t cry. Mikey said only babies get scared by nightmares.
Lizzie sighed pressing her fingers to her temples. Evan instinctively was about to trudge back to his room before she held a hand-up.
“No Ev, you can stay. Just don’t expect this every night.” She shifted to the side of her bed, as Evan took a step forward. His shoulders were tense as he lowered himself to Lizzie’s mattress, but the expected push never came. His back pressed against her mattress, as she stared at him with pressing green eyes.
“Why don’t you go wake up daddy? Why come to me?” Liz asked sounding a little exasperated. Evan hugged Fredbear tighter, as he stumbled over his words.
“He…doesn’t like me bothering him. Big kids don’t have nightmares.” Evan stuttered, his brown eyes not meeting Elizabeth’s green. Elizabeth snorted letting out a small chuckle, putting her hand on Evan's shoulder.
“Sure they do. I still have them. And I’m sure Mikey has them as well.” Lizzie put her mouth close to Evan’s ear as if telling a secret. “Daddy probably has them too.” Lizzie chuckled softly to herself, but Evan could only give a small smile. How could his father have nightmares? He seemed like some dominant force, unmovable, unbreakable. Elizabeth never cried after her nightmares, or beg to sleep with someone and neither did Mikey. He was the crybaby of the family, the odd-one out.
“And nightmares can't hurt you.” Elizabeth said, squeezing her brother's hand. Evan remained quiet. He knew that, of course he did! What really hurt him was the vividness of monsters pounding on his door, the noises of the hall. His own sister didn't understand it, nobody did.
Elizabeth gave Evan a pat on the head before turning back to face the wall.
“Get to sleep Evan, and if you have any nightmares wake me up.” Elizabeth said softly, pulling the covers over her and her brother. Evan felt like protesting, but his weary eyes soon drooped. His monsters could wait for another day. Trusting in his sister to keep him safe, he shut his eyes.
Tomorrow is another day
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Werewolf
Bill x witch!Reader
Content Warnings: use of POVs, hanging mention, use of y/n, it's really just mild hurt/comfort
Notes: when I uploaded this to ao3 about a year ago I put one of the tags as "impromptu divorce" and I think that's really funny
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POV: Bill
Bill ran through the thick forest as fast as he possibly could. Stray twigs and branches clawed at his face as he rushed by them, leaving dirty scratches where they whipped past.
Bill could hear the townspeople's outraged cries some ways behind him. His friends, his family, everyone he had ever known, trying to have him dead. He tried to tell himself it wasn't their fault. The paranoia got to them. But the look of hatred on his wife's face... he couldn't forget that.
At the memory of his wife, his mind flashed back to the scene in the Seer's abode. Despite their semifrequent arguments, Bill had expected his wife to defend him when he was accused of being the werewolf. But... she was so quick to turn on him. There was no sympathy in the woman's eyes when she followed the crowd to have him hung.
The memory brought tears to his eyes, blurring his vision. His emotions were a vortex of anger, of fear, of sadness and betrayal. Quickly, the anger overtook all others. Putting his jeweled hand in front of him, he threw off the precious golden ring viciously, watching it fly behind him and land in a pile of mud, slowly getting harder to see as his legs carried him further away.
The ring was hard to see now. In fact, Bill couldn't hear the townsfolk anymore, either. He slowed to a fatigued jog, straining his senses for any sort of evidence that he was still being followed.
Silence.
With the town, the villagers, and the ring now out of sight, it was as if Bill had never lived there in the first place. He couldn't decipher if this fact made him joyful or absolutely miserable.
Bill refused to stop walking for quite some time. Though every inch of his body begged him to cease his fleeing, he couldn't be sure yet if his pursuers were far enough away to be safe.
It was nearly midnight now. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an oddly serene light on the forest floor. Though, Bill noticed, the trees were beginning to thin out considerably.
Looking further ahead, he could clearly see an open field lined with dazzling flowers. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief at his fortune. This would be a good place to settle down. Nobody would be able to sneak up on him.
"You're quite some ways away from the village."
Bill leapt into the air, gaining astounding height from the shock of the sudden voice. Whirling around in panic, he swiftly noticed a human figure wrapped in a silken cloak and decorated by colourful flowers.
It was evidently none of the townspeople, so Bill let himself settle down. He took a few steps back before letting himself speak.
"Who are you?" he asked warily, eyeing them carefully to take in their features.
"You may call me [Y/n] [L/n]." the stranger's critical yet gentle [e/c] eyes were shaded slightly by the brim of their rounded hat. "The Seer told me of your town's plight. I am sympathetic, though as I told her, I am forbidden from tempering in Wolven affairs. I cannot help you."
Bill bowed his head nervously. "I understand. B-but... I have been driven out of the village. I-I am no longer a resident there." as he spoke, he felt his fatigue catch up to him. He willed his eyes to stay open, praying he didn't faint in the midst of a stranger's presence.
They paused for a moment, gazing at Bill carefully. "I'm sorry, but I have no room to house someone of your kind. My work is frowned upon in your world, and I'd hate to force my beliefs upon you." They said the last bit coldly, as if they had heard such a phrase a thousand times.
Bill opened his mouth to speak again, but the thrill of running from the townspeople was beginning to wear off quickly.
Fatigue hit him hard and fast, and as he began to crumble to the ground, all he could muster was a quiet sorry before everything went black.
POV: 2nd person
You gazed at the odd villager curiously as he unconsciously nestled further into his pile of woolen blankets. His sudden fall had surprised you for sure, but you managed to catch him just before he hit the ground. You suprised yourself with being able to catch the hefty man, really. You had to pretty much drag him to your cottage. Oh well, his clothes needed cleaning anyways.
You glanced outside the window. It was about noon by now. The man had been sleeping for at least 12 hours.
As if he had read your thoughts, you saw his figure start to stir in the corner of your eye. Turning to him, you could see just how much good the rest had done him.
He sat up in your wood-framed bed you had lent him, stretching with a loud yawn. The bags under his eyes were no longer visible, you noted as he turned to look at you.
You made eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time before you spoke up. "Despite my previous concerns... I'm willing to let you stay under this roof for as long as you need. So long as you keep your religious opinions to yourself."
The man looked dazed and confused. Perhaps he had forgotten the events of the previous night? "I don't... think I follow."
"I am a witch," you responded simply, gesturing to the herbs growing in pots around your room. "And your... ex-neighbors have been trying to kill me for years."
He blinked, eyebrows knitting together in an expression of concern. "Well, that hardly seems fair," he commented. "Though they don't seem to know the meaning of fair, I'm coming to realize." His words turned bitter and you remembered his passing comment about being driven out.
"What is your name?" you asked gently after a moment's pause, crossing the room to stand by your desk. You took a vial of coloured liquid, tapping a drop of it into a newly-brewed cup of herbal tea.
"It's... Bill."
You walked back to him, holding out the drink. He accepted it gratefully, taking a few sips. "Normally nobody drinks that brew," you commented fondly. "It's always too bitter for them."
Bill tilted his head. "Sure it's bitter," he agreed, "but you seem to know your way around herbs. I trust you."
A warm feeling filled your chest at his words. This odd man was clearly different from the other villagers. Somehow, he made you feel as if you wanted him to stay.
You quickly brushed the thoughts away. Surely, his fellow townsfolk would welcome him back soon. You wouldn't want to keep him for longer than he needed.
"You should go back to sleep," you advised quietly. "The potion needs time to take effect. It will clear any wounds that haven't already mended."
Bill frowned slightly at your words. "I don't know if I can. I'm not used to sleeping alone."
You raised an eyebrow, staring at Bill for a moment. After some thought, you let out a soft sigh, walking over and sitting on the bed. "Does it go against your kosher laws if you use a witch like a teddy bear?" you asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Bill's face turned a light shade of pink. "O-oh. Well, no, but you... you don't have to if you don't want to."
"It's fine." You smiled softly, laying down next to Bill and staring up at the ceiling. You expected that he wouldn't cuddle with you. You had only just met. But maybe just being close by would help him fall back asleep.
A few minutes passed by with no sounds from Bill. Thinking he had fallen asleep, you turned on your side, facing the window and looking out it placidly. Then, you felt a woolen blanket being pulled over you, and strong arms pulling you closer towards the center of the bed. Your face flushed at the unexpected embrace, but you didn't speak for fear of alarming the tired man and having him pull away. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warming your skin. His face felt almost as warm as yours, evidently unsure of whether you would accept his touch.
You let yourself relax into the embrace, allowing Bill to do the same. His breathing steadied as he drifted off again.
You closed your eyes as well, letting drowsiness overtake you. The two of you were safe together, you knew for sure.
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So, I'm five episodes in, having a blast. So I guess it's first impressions time.
Phryne - glorious and yes, definitely Jenny in the 20's (and did I mention how much I have always loved the 20's). Jenny needed some of those outfits, she'd have slayed. But I digress. So, clearly came from a poor background and a nurse during the war. Some troubling stuff has been hinted at and I guess we'll find out some day. I love the fact that she just does her thing and hang the rest. I love that she sees something (or someone) she wants and takes it (him). I am outraged at how many people seem to think that they can shoot at her, manhandle her and hit her with books, crow bars and the like. Up with this I shall not put! Anyway, she's 😍 Hard to pick a favourite moment but swinging off the back of a train was a highlight
Jack - I love his face, and yes, he has the same still-waters-run-deep feel as Giles, the same soft and somewhat sad face. Giles needs Jack's hats and that long coat, I swear to god!! But back to Jack. Also in the war, clearly not a good time :/ and now we have it, his wife has essentially left him. Damn that ending. They both know that's fucked that then 😭 Of course that won't stop them invading each other's personal space and sharing drinks and confidences, and generally driving each other (and me) insane. Not liking his wife that much right now 😡 maybe we'll get more on that. Anyway, he has a certain air of melancholy that I ALWAYS find attractive. AND he's a trouble making ex-striker, marvelous 😁 Favourite moment - any time he has to bite his lip around Phryne
Dot - sweeite, ridiculously brave, terrible clothes, good taste in men, a rock, possibly needs to stop praying for Hugh to turn Catholic lol NOBODY HURTS DOT I WILL COME DOWN ON THEM SO HARD 😡Favourite moment - manipulating Bert and Cec into working together, any time she gets embarrassed over Hugh
Hugh - sunshine, also a sweetie, love how Phryne is helping him look impressive in front of Jack (even though Jack is TOTALLY on to that). Probably needs to know when NOT to blurt out all the info to Phryne if he wants to continue to impress Jack (although he doesn't seem to mind that much in the end) Favourite moment - him seeing her with lipstick on, poor boy
Mr Butler - mind reader, ready for anything, has taken to Phryne remarkably well, could have been a bit of a cliched disapproving butler, so glad he's not, I like the slight hints at the relationship between him and Dot - Favourite moment - him having the right vase ready for the flowers
Jane - so glad she got adopted 😁 I love that Phryne backs her up and that Jane is a super sluth too. Nobody better come near her or I will throw hands! Favourite moment - giving Phryne the diary
Aunt P - As a long time fan of Miriam Margolyes I LOVE HER. MM does disapproval so well (which is hysterical given her personality - I was listening to Radio 4 recently when she was talking about Jeremy Hunt (the original rhyming slang), and I quote “The thing is, when I saw him there, I just said, ‘you’ve got a hell of a job, best of luck’. And what I really wanted to say was, ‘fuck you, bastard’. But you can’t say that!” I lmfao) Favourite moment - damn that's hard, any time she looks outraged by Phryne
Bert and Cec - I'll be honest, I don't know which is which but they're great guys, who I always enjoy, and Phryne definitely needs them watching her back!!!! Favourite moment - being hood winked into helping Phyrne move house
And Doctor Mac 😍 I love her clothes, I love the way she sits, I hate that she's not in it much. Come back to me Doctor Mac 🥰🥰🥰 jhggjhghjk walking around in those suits and waistcoats, how dare you ma'am! Sciencing. All of it
Favourite episode - possibly the train one (I'm not sure, was that 1x03? I don't know the titles in English I'm afraid). I mean it had the first no-understanding-of-personal-space moment that was 100% blatant IMO lol (although the 1x04 gratin moment diserves an honourable mention and elevates that entire episode 😁). tbh I've thoroughly enjoyed them all
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