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ccuniculusmolestus · 1 month

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What do you think about Camilla/Charles? I don't know what to think, was Camilla forced to sleep with him prior to his deterioration/alcoholism or was it out of choice earlier? Because if she was indeed initially doing it consensually.....it would baffle me, considering how romanticised she is in this fandom, and apparently criticising her means you're a misogynist.

Oh boy.....

I agree w u sooooo much. Anyway, I do think it was consensual starting out (which must have been their teens probably). Now, not to imply that power dynamics don't exist even in siblings (you know older siblings have more of an influence on a younger sibling) and you know, especially in that time, a brother would have more influence/power over a sister.

THAT BEING SAID. Them being twins becomes very significant. Not only are twins a symbolism of mirror imagery (so then they are "equals") and the power dynamic might still exist but it wouldn't be as pronounced. Additionally, Camilla and Charles' similarities are focused on intensely in the book. Donna didn't just do this randomly (writers seldom do), and she didn't do it just to focus on Camilla's boyishness, at least not in my opinion.

It leads me to believe the relationship between them very much started out consensually, though the whys might remain murky. The loss of one's parents will cause trauma and everyone deals differently w it, idk, I don't want to say it was their way of coping bcs it just seems.....weirdly disrespectful.

I see people always bashing on Charles for what he became towards the end of the book, but Richard remains a well liked figure despite literally fantasising about r wording camilla. Curious.

I like Charles, perhaps even a bit more than I like camilla. (In the first part). He seemed more human and likable to me 🤷‍♀️ Not henry, not Francis, not Richard and not camilla possessed the reluctance or empathy when they, in a very cowardly manner, murdered someone who had thought of them as friends. Richard might have expressed grief and regret later on, but I take anything he says with a grain of salt, since he most likely only wants to paint himself in a better light. It was Charles who seemed truly broken after what they did, which makes me think he was better than all of them, which makes his corruption and deterioration even more sinister and tragic.

And I'm sorry you feel that way, but its so valid. To those people who bully others for their dislike of a fictional female character (yes. Very feminist of you to bully women (and others) for not liking the fictional character you can project on. Where would international feminism be without your tumblerina war on members of a niche fandom.) Camilla is not a feminist icon. She would not like you if you were another girl in her class because she thrived off the attention she got on being the sole girl in a pack of boys. Maybe its because Richard's hyper romanticised version of her is so vivid that most of you forget what camilla really was like, and even if you dont care for/congratulate her for being a "girlboss" man manipulator (for leading them on and playing a weird game of incestous jealousy with her incestous brother)-- i dont know, incest just makes me uncomfortable, and I kinda lose respect for characters who engage in it consensually. Even if its fiction it just gives me the ick.

That being said, I don't care if this fando, romanticises camilla or kin her or project on her-- bitch idgaf. Do whatever you want, write and interpret her as you wish- the fun part about having your mind is that ITS UR MIND!!! Whatever happens there is none of my damn biz 😘 and if this answer triggered anyone, I also dgaf abt that

#wait im lowkey winning the idgaf war #valid ask anon #hope this answered it #the secret history #tsh #tsh donna tartt #richard papen #charles macaulay #camilla macaulay #asks!#ask

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buffdaddyphoenix · 3 years

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okay look guys, the thing we’re NOT gonna do is be embarrassed for the fact that i fall in love with a different fictional dude every week. anyway, this week it’s kaldur from young justice 🥰 gender-neutral reader as indicated by they/them pronouns!

Title: Drunk, and Accidentally

Pairing: Kaldur/Reader

Rating: T (for alcohol)

Word count: 878

Read on AO3

You heard Kaldur’s voice—his deep, smooth voice—in your head. “[y/n], Red Arrow. Any updates?”

You smiled goofily and found a comfy chair to settle down in. You and Roy were tasked to go undercover and collect info at this houseparty while the others investigated the same mission at different, but nearby, houseparties. Why any villain would host houseparties to conduct their evil business is a mystery to you, but you were psyched anyway ‘coz you love parties and it’s really the time you shine.

“Hiiii Kaldur,” you said flirtily through the mind link. Even your thoughts were drunk. “I think I got something for ya! This cute guy I almost made out with told me his uncle does super exclusive deliveries and he had a huuuuuge shipment to make tonight to that suspicious, unnamed skyscraper building nearby. I think that’s the stolen tech we’re looking fo—hic! Sorry cutie heehee.”

You heard Kaldur about to say something but he stopped. Silence.

Artemis laughed. “[y/n] is drunk! They are sooooo drunk!”

Wally chimed in, suggestively, “[y/n], I know someone who’s waayy cuter.”

“Shut it, KF,” you said, embarrassed. You didn’t like Wally like that but who are you to deny the attention? “You best not be drinking at your party either, I don’t want my precious baby Robin getting even a sip of alcohol before he’s old enough to drink!”

“[y/n], stop treating me like I’m your kid! You’re not that much older than me, you’re literally the same age as Roy.” Robin shouted.

“It’s cute, though,” M’gann giggled. “They treat you so kindly and always make food for you, don’t they?”

“...They do make me some delicious snacks,” Robin admitted begrudgingly.

“Kaldur, were you checking in with all of us for any info we’ve found? We’re getting off-topic,” Conner asked, slightly tense.

Kaldur finally spoke again. “Indeed. I am glad to know everyone is here, though. Red Arrow? Anything on your end?”

No response.

“[y/n], are you and Roy in the same area?” Kaldur asked.

“Umm… No, I don’t know where he is aha,” you chuckled sheepishly. “Kaldur, how are you so good-looking, though?”

Kaldur is stunned into silence again. “Wh-What?”

“You are literally soooo fiiiine,” you gushed. Sober you was screaming but drunk you was having too much fun flirting. Besides, Kaldur is so frickin’ cute and he doesn’t even know it. Absolute boyfriend material, that one. “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“B-Because I want to respect you. And do not forget we are still on the mind link,” Kaldur sounded awkward but at the same time, there was something else in his voice. Something else that you either couldn’t tell what it was because you were too drunk, or something he was hiding too well. “Everyone, go follow the lead [y/n] gave us. I will take care of getting [y/n] and Red Arrow back to the Bioship.”

“Kalduuurr, you should kiss meee. I wanna kiss you so bad.” Ignoring his very valid warning about the mind link, you got up from the chair you were sitting in and were on your way to leave the house. “Which houseparty are you at again? I wanna come see you.”

“N-no need, I’m already at the front of the house of the one you’re at. You and I will find Roy and we will take you back to the Bioship. You clearly are in no condition to fight right now,” Kaldur said sternly, but also very clearly embarrassed.

You walked out the door and found Kaldur himself standing far from the entrance. You ran to him and gave him a big hug, which he awkwardly returned. You looked up at him and gave him your cutest and biggest smile.

“Hiiii,” you said, speaking with your actual voice this time.

Kaldur smiled genuinely and nodded. “Hello.” Mmm, Kaldur’s voice always sounded way better and sexier in person.

“Were you gonna kiss me now?” you asked innocently.

He looked down at you for a long time, not saying anything. Very quietly he said, “Maybe later, okay?”

You nodded. He slowly peeled your arms off him as he asked, “Are you ready to find Roy now?”

You nodded again. The alcohol was starting to finish its overly flirty phase and was about to enter its extremely sleepy phase. You noticed he was being very gentle with you, and you decided you liked it a lot. “Can I hold your hand while we look for him?”

Kaldur looked at you for another stretch of time and nodded. “You seem like you might fall asleep at any second. We can’t have you falling over when you do.” He punctuated with a little smile.

You lit up with a hearty laugh and took one of his hands. You began to tell him where you saw Roy last. You were drunk, sure, but not that drunk. You’re definitely gonna remember that Kaldur said “maybe” to kissing you. You hoped that his “maybe” turned into a “yes” sooner rather than later. As he gently held your hand while he led you around the house, you thought to yourself, “Definitely boyfriend material.”

And yes, you totally forgot that everyone could hear you think that. Kaldur smiled to himself.

#young justice #kaldur'ahm #kaldur #kaldur x reader #aqualad x reader #aqualad #young justice self insert #young justice fanfic #my post #my fanfic #n e wayz roy was not able to be contacted bc he passed out after a few shots LMFAO #fanfic

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comebeonetwothree · 3 years

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Blog #1: The Beginning

05/25/2021

Welcome to my, I have no clue what I’m doing so bare with me, travel blog!! For these next few weeks, I will be driving across the country and back, hitting around 19 states in 8-weeks.

Post grad life is a strange in between stage of: YES I DID IT and oh fuck I think I’m supposed to be an adult now. That comes with the constant question circling like a gnat on a hot summer day... So what’s next?

Honestly Grandma, Aunt Karen, Uncle John and Kyle’s mom’s lesbian partner, I have no fucking clue so please stop asking!!!!

But my actions are an answer to that question. I chose to postpone that whole adult career thing for a little longer. So I’m traveling for two months and I will avoid that question “What’s Next?”

COVID-19 really messed up the picture perfect ending of college, nevertheless, I still managed to have a blast every night in a “socially distant” manner ;)

Traveling has always been a dream of mine, and I always assumed it would be there when I was ready and I would be ready when it got here. Sheeshhh was I wrong... who would have imagined a pandemic closing down not only our borders to other countries, but state borders as well.

It’s now been over a year since I have left New York State, and quite frankly, I am ready to explore. So naturally I got home from college a week ago and now I am off...

Who

Who cares...

Three girls, one car... How bad could it be? No, really, if we come back with bruises and cuts all over, I didn’t “fall down the stairs” or “walk into a door”...it’s official, our cycles have linked and we have gone mad.

The goal is to meet new people along the way, people that touch our lives and make this trip more spectacular. And maybe we will touch some lives as well.

I can only imagine that who we are now will change and evolve throughout our journey, having only started this trip with hopes and dreams. When reality sets in, things will change, and discoveries about ourselves will begin to happen.

Self-discovery is such an important aspect of this trip for all three of us. Personally, by not having any clue what I want to do for the rest of my life, I hope the open mindedness of my current state will help me find joy in the simple life and give me insight into my future.

What

Whatever man...

Eight weeks of sight seeing, connecting to ourselves and trying new hobbies.

I hate jumping the gun and announcing any new hobbies because, 10 out of 10 times, I do one for a week and give up on that bullshit.

And sorry in advance if this blog takes a back seat... My plan is to prioritize life's natural beauties and learning.

I’ve always wanted to start writing but was never inspired, and fiction isn't up my ally... I have the imagination of a 12-year-old boy, so go about that as you please :)

While trying to disconnect myself to the social world as best as I can, this new digital age is not going anywhere and as a Communications major, I am not escaping its black hole effect anytime soon.

Blogging makes this feel less Gen Z and more “intellectual” if you will.

I hope to keep this blog updated once at the end of every week, including the stops made within the week and the Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How’s of that weeks adventures. With some room for special surprises:)

Overtime this blog will hopefully shape into what it needs to be. I researched many ways to blog and nothing caught my attention, so why would it catch yours? Here I am trying out my own version of this, so feedback is greatly appreciated in finding new fun ways to keep y’all entertained!

Where

Where are we...

Give or take, there will be 19 states we will stay in. Starting in New York, we will slowly move down south and wrap back around. I won’t be revealing the locations until the following week's blogs, or on my Instagram and Facebook.

We have secured 75% of the locations we will be staying at, and the rest is a fuck it. Hopefully finding some first come first serve campgrounds, or we’ll just sleep in the car.

When in these locations, we will either be camping or staying in motels/hotels in cities. Trying to do this the cheapest way we can think of, my glizzy art might just have to make a reappearance (If you don’t know what glizzy is, hop off this blog right now and go to Urban Dictionary. And if you are not familiar with my glizzy art, well you probably should have followed me on snapchat during the last month of college in a pandemic).

When

When in Rome...

Tomorrow people, it’s happening...

If you are reading this today, its tomorrow!!! If you are reading this tomorrow it’s today!!! And if you are reading this a week from today, go fuck yourself, now you have to catch up... don’t be late again mister!

Why

Why the fuck not...

There is some serious independence when it comes to taking off for two months in a car with friends.

I still remember when my mom had to drive me to my friends houses, and would talk to their parents to make sure I was safe.

Going away to college was a leap in the direction of being an independent young woman. But I also went to a small town college and had roommates, making it a great step to the adult world of being fully responsible for my own actions.

Next level right now. I will be living out of a car, buying my own food and supplies, and not having the security of my family being a simple three hour drive away... not that I ever took advantage of that (sorry mom).

Why the blogging...

Not knowing what I am good at is quite frustrating, four years of college later... so I am going to just try new things until I find my passion. And this blog is a great place to reflect.

Spending two months out of the job force is already a weird concept to me. I've had a job for the majority of college waitressing at a local joint (shout out to Sloan’s NY Grill!). I worked all throughout high school as well.

Not having any job obligation now seems strange, so let's hope this becomes self-discovery into multiple opportunities or it will be the most publicly awkward diary ever:/

How

How did you make it this far...

This came about one night drunk at a bar... simply expressing how weird it is COVID can take almost everything away from us so quickly.

Maya and Mary both have a direction in their life as to “What’s Next.” Both having spent their last semesters of college pursuing opportunities for their future, they have become idols to me.

I was lucky enough to bring this idea up before they left me for their full adult lives... getting an opportunity to travel with my two best friends.

Mary is pursuing a teaching degree and spent her last semester as a student teach back home. Maya spent the last few months doing an in-person internship in the city to further her connections in the fashion industry.

They both have this responsible adult thing going on, and I’m over here saying some dumb shit like “Hey let's take two months off of life and travel!” Weirdly enough, alcohol might have had an influential factor here, but they said hell yessss!!

The next morning, waking up with a classic hangover, we all texted each other and reiterated the idea of this whole cross country, two-month excursion.

And now look where we are :)

Bottom Line

Sooooo, this is a temporary blog that may or may not last. Don’t get your hopes up too high! I want to share this experience with everyone who has supported us through this crazy idea, and give a shout out to everyone who has reached out and wished us the best!

I am fully winging this and hope it's not too illiterate for you smarty pants out there... I’m just trying to have fun with it. This is not meant to be a job, but a start to finding the answer to everyone's question...

What’s Next?

#travel #beginners guide #fuck it #cross country #post grad #fuck covid #blogging for beginners #we are young #jubilation

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neoniverse · 4 years

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heal me. | chapter III

disclaimer: this series is a work of fiction. any businesses, events or incidents are products of my wide imagination. all of the character’s personality does not reflect and has nothing to do in real life.

warnings: smut, angst, usage of strong language, mentions of death, alcohol & drugs, cheating issues and lots of flashbacks (read each chapter carefully)

pairings: jung jaehyun x reader

a/n: i want to thank y’all for sending me messages regarding this series, i’m so overwhelmed with the support i’m receiving. :( heal me is ending in four more chapters so the next update might take long to write again for i will write the last chapters longer than the usual. again, thank you sooooo much :’(

song association: storm - ruelle

« CHAPTER II / CHAPTER IV »

“You’re taking my heart, by storm

I’m lost in your love.”

The cold breeze of the whole fancy floor embraced a minimal exposed skin of my shoulder, allowing me to fix my white fur shawl to its place. I make my way down the carpeted hallway, knees quivering, and my heart in my throat thumping an unusual differing beat.

I am going to have a dinner with Taeyong Lee, and I don’t even like eating dinner—not to a place like this. But he kept on insisting earlier so I had to accept his offer.

“Bonsoir. Réservation pour Lee,” Taeyong pleasingly said to the lady in the desk, her hair was styled in a neat bun.

“Par ici, Monsieur.”

Another woman escorted us to a private room. Everything inside the restaurant shimmers, screams elegance, and luxuriance. I feel like a mere outsider, knowing that the man walking casually beside me is known to be really well off.

When we arrived at the dining room, the plates were already set. As if it forethought that there will be two people dining in. Taeyong pulled the chair so I could sit. He sat in front of me afterwards.

“So, are you Jaehyun’s girlfriend or ex-girlfriend?”

Taeyong randomly asked before putting the spoon inside his mouth. Just as I was about to swallow, he drifted his dark brown eyes to mine—making me choke on the food.

He forthwith poured water on the tall drinking glass; I immediately drank from it, hand over the chest.

He smirked. “Sorry. Based on your reaction, I really think you’re damn indeed my brother’s girlfriend.”

I shook my head miserably and smiled. Taeyong is softer and light to talk to than his brother. Though he immensely intimidates my soul; those dark stares, brow raise and playful grin is really something.

“What made you jump to that?” I asked him while my eyes were on the utensils I’m holding.

He went silent for a moment, giving me his infamous stare. I gave him back a look and felt my face heated so bad.

“Oh—holy shit,” He cursed softly. “You’re the one from Johnny’s house party two years ago!”

I tried to hide my smile but then, failed. Taeyong put his utensils down to hold his chin, as if enthralling.

“May I also ask now?”

He leaned back. “Yeah, sure. As what you are allowed to do so, gorgeous.”

I remained silent for a couple of seconds, thinking of the question that has been bothering me since the day I met him.

“If Jaehyun is your brother, how come you’re not a Jung?”

His brow shot up and fixes me with his dark stare. Oh, God. Did I, in any way, offend him? His mouth quirks up, and he stares quietly. If I tell you I was terrified, I do mean it.

“I—I didn’t mean to uhm, nevermind. You don’t need to ans-”

“Well, he’s my half-brother,” His lips curls in a wry smile then continues. “Father introduced him to me when we were eight. And I know what you’re thinking. I don’t hate him, Y/N. Jaehyun being my half-bro, and hating him for that is just so shallow and childish. But of course, I did hate him when we were little ones but he ended up becoming my best friend.”

I felt bad.

“I’m sorry for asking such an insensitive question,” I muttered.

Taeyong slightly shook his head sideways and proceeded to eat. He even joked about something that made me laugh. After the fancy dinner, he drove me back to the hotel I was staying at, and apparently, he was also staying there.

“When will you go back to Korea?” He asked before sitting on the solo sofa inside my hotel room. I insisted him to stay for a while.

“The day after next,” I sighed. “I have plenty of works to do.” I answered and dropped my white fur shawl on the edge of the bed.

“There is something about you that keeps me intrigued, Y/N.” He squinted his eyes that made me chuckle.

I shot my brow up. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Are you really a human or some type of goddess that walked to this planet?” He says, like a curious kid.

“That’s a secret for me.”

“Ah, whatever. I’ll go ahead now. Might be ruining your supposed beauty rest already.” He shrugged and stood up.

“Taeyong.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you, so much, for tonight. I really had so much fun.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, gorgeous. Have a good night.”

He smiled widely and winked before walking out of the room. The day after next, I went back home. Johnny fetched me from the airport and welcomed me with piles of paperwork.

“And here are the papers from Mrs. Han’s office. God, she annoyed me for the whole two days you were gone!” He continously rants. “She even told me, ‘Why did you left my poor Y/N alone”, when I’m not even fucking invited!”

I let out a laugh. “Well, Mr. Johnny, it’s because Mrs. Han treats me like Sodam. You know how much she misses her,” I smirked. “Besides, be thankful that she didn’t make you fly to Paris just for updates about me.”

“Hm, yeah. Really thankful,” He rolled his eyes.

“By the way, I heard you went out with Taeyong.”

I froze on my swivel chair. Did someone saw us and mistakenly thought we were out on a date?

“Nope,” He answered, as if he read my mind. “Someone just told me.”

“Ah, yes,” I glanced at him. “I accidentally bumped into him when I was about to leave the event. He just compensated.”

I went silent, thinking of who could possibly saw us that night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it as a secret.” He winked playfully.

I glared at him. He raised his hands—as if he committed. He probably thinks there’s something going on between me and Taeyong. I let out an exasperated sigh and before finishing the paperwork. Much for a productive day.

After Taeyong’s appearance on the site three weeks ago, I never saw Jaehyun again. Perhaps he’s also taking his distance from me. Which is something I should be least cared about. Until the following days turned into weeks then turned into months. April ended like a blink of an eye.

“Hey, you seem to be so occupied,” Rosé removed her hard hat and sat beside me. “What’s bothering you?”

I looked at her. I don’t even know what’s keeping me off. Maybe because time flies so fast.

“I really don’t know, Rosie. Something’s just bothering me lately.” I softly smiled. “It’s already October.”

She patted the top of my head and did a short storytelling of her embarrassing moments when she was still in college. She was full on energy and talkative. I listened to her jokes but I still felt like floating and tired.

“Let’s go out for drinks tonight,” She squealed. ”My treat, I swear!”

She pulled me to the near mall after work. Whenever I’m about to pay, she just hands me the paper bag and shows her black card. I wasn’t even dumbfounded about it. She came from a wealthy family, after all.

After the short shopping, we decided to go home and just meet at the club. I called Johnny to join us but he said he has to be somewhere else. While Seolhee, all I know is she’s in Chicago for a short leave.

The blasting music from the club was already heard from the parking. I took a quick glance to the rear-view mirror before going out of my BMW. I decided to wear a black lace bralette, short fitted leather skirt, and a pair of black opyum sandals from YSL.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Rosé stood up when she saw me walking towards the reserved table. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You look bomb, babe, just so you know.”

I laughed. “And we both know you’re the head-turner here.”

She poured vodka in the shot glasses and gave me one. I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“Cheers!”

I was about to tale the shot when someone snatched the glass from my hand. My eyes widen up when I saw Taeyong straightly drank it. He placed the glass back to the marble table, making a noise.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Taeyong greeted. He’s wearing oversized stripped long sleeves, two buttons are unbuttoned, and his hair was dyed with color green. Which I find hideous.

I smiled and tapped the space beside me.

Rosé cleared her throat and stood up. “I’m leaving you two alone, I’ll look for my boyfriend.”

I nodded then turned to Taeyong. “What brought you here? It’s been months since I last saw you,” I asked before taking a new shot of vodka. “Your new hair color is so fucking hideous, by the way.”

His brows furrowed then he pulled his hair down to look at his hair. “You’re such a bully, y’know.” He put his elbow to the table and rested his chin to his hand.

“And I’m not a loner,” He joked. “Come with me, I’ll bring you to our table.”

We went to the VIP floor of the club, and as we walk, he was greeted by different people, most of them are socialites or models. Taeyong swiftly placed his hand on my waist that I didn’t even notice at first.

“Meet my dumb folks,” He softly tightened his hold that made me look at him but he just winked.

Winking is his signature move.

The table was filled with five boys, one of them was familiar to me and one girl. I glanced at his friends until I saw Jaehyun in the middle, staring at me. Down to Taeyong’s hand on my waist. His jaw clenched and he looked away. The girl beside him placed her hand to his thigh.

“Y/N, this is Yuta, Lucas,” Taeyong said, looking at the two guys who were laughing on the left. They stopped when they heard their name.

I gulped nervously when I felt Jaehyun’s bored eyes at me again. My hands was trembling and it was probably obvious but they didn’t seem to notice it when I took their hands.

“Oh, right. Taeyong-hyung’s babe,” Lucas said as he took my hand and shook it. He pressed his hand.

“Doubt that,” I answered. Taeyong chuckled and guided me to sit beside the familiar guy. “He has plenty of ‘babe’ for me to add in and join the crowd.” I continued, and gazed to Jaehyun.

God, he makes me so fucking nervous.

“The two on your right are Doyoung and Mark,” He continued. “Mark is Johnny’s cousin.” He motioned to the two guys beside me.

I gave them a smile. “Yeah, I know Mark. Johnny introduced him to me before.”

“Don’t drink too much if you don’t want to make things you will surely regret tomorrow morning,” Taeyong whispered, making me chuckle. He just smirked.

Jaehyun suddenly stood up and left the table. His jaw clenched when he looked at me then he went downstairs. I excused myself for bathroom break but I just followed him.

I realized we were already outside, at the parking lot. He approached a grey Aston Martin. Even if the area was a bit dark, I can still see his ears turn red.

“Hey, Jaehyun,” I grabbed his arm.

“Fuck!” He hissed, pulling his arm back. “What is it, this fucking time, huh?”

I bit my lower lip. “Let’s just talk, please.”

He scoffed sarcastically before releasing his hand to the car handle. I gazed down.

“Why are you being like this? Are you drunk?” I said softly.

“Are you for real, asking me why am I acting out like this? You left me and you came back again,” He pushed his hair back in frustration. “Bullshit!”

I looked at him with disbelief. “I left because I had reasons, and I never wanted to be back. It was you who keeps on wanting me near you!”

“Then run away.” He looked at me with a mocking smirk. “Run fucking away. I’m so tired and done of this shit, anyway.”

My throat felt dry. I couldn’t talk. I wanted to slap him across the cheek but somehow, I just can’t. He let out a frustrated groan before kicking his car door that made me flinch. Tears are starting to form at the corner of my eyes.

“Run away from me, Y/N. Run until you’re far and unreachable for me to follow.” His jaw clenched, for God knows how many times already and shook his head.

“Why do you want me to be far from you then?” A fresh hot tear fell from my left eye.

“Because I’m so tired of the chase. I’m so tired of running for you,” His voice broke. “I tried to forget you, I tried to remove you out of my system. God knows what my fucking limit is, baby, and there’s nothing more painful to that.”

He entered his car and stayed inside. While I was left dumbfounded, someone pulled me. My traitor tears started falling—no one was even able to stop it.

Taeyong, being the great savior that he is, ended up driving me back to my condominium. He remained silent whilst I muffled my sobs inside his car. When we got inside my unit, he told me to get a nice warm shower before sleeping. He even got himself the cotton pads and makeup remover on my vanity just to remove the remaining makeup on my face.

“I will leave once you’ve fallen asleep,” He said while putting the damped cotton to my face.

I just stared at him with desolation. My heart weighed down with sadness, causing my eyes to burn with tears. He cupped my face and wiped the shed tears away.

“I don’t know why you’re doing this,” I remained my eyes to his. “But thank you, Taeyong. I’m really thankful.”

He just gave me a soft pat on top of my head as a response that made my heart thump hard. I slowly closed my eyes, begging for the darkness to fill and enclose me in.

February 9, five years ago.

Johnny’s 20th birthday bash was definitely boring—or atleast for you because you feel like you don’t belong there. Johnny is a really famous guy ever since you met him when you were freshmen. Most of his friends are either models or socialites. As you feel the boredom reaching out, you left the ballroom to go to the hotel’s rooftop to wind up and inhale fresh air. At first, you thought you were alone.

A tall guy was standing near the edge, hands inside the pockets of his black jeans, eyes gazing the view of city lights. You crossed your arms over your chest before walking towards the man. But he just remained his eyes to the busy Seoul.

Minute has passed and no one even dared to speak. You were about to leave when the unknown man finally had the guts to talk.

“Would you mind me telling a story?” He said, his back was still facing you.

You don’t know what pulled your shit together into joining and listening to him. But you decided to stay because you didn’t want to go back downstairs and act as if you’re sociable.

“My father, he got fucking mad at me just for a petty reason,” He smiled. “I left the home I thought I would claim as my own. I feel useless just because for a fucking small mistake. I hate him so much. He cheated twice, now he’s doing it again. A fucking manipulative cheater—something I will never do or even try to be.”

“You also got daddy issues. Nice.” You scoffed. He locked gazes with you. “I’m Y/N.”

He laughed and a set of deep dimples appeared. “Mhm, your name suits you well. The name’s Jaehyun Jung.”

An hour has passed without the both of you knowing. You both shared shitty stories that happened to your lives while admiring the city lights and night sky. Things like this bored you to hell before, so it was very unlikely of you.

“And you know what’s shittier than that? My father—my own father abandoned us. I have like, zero knowledge to that man.”

“Holy fuck, we’re so fucking broken,” Jaehyun scoffed sarcastically.

“I don’t feel broken, though,” You looked at him. “Did my fucked up life story atleast, helped you forget what happened to you?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Now I’m thinking if you’re some angel sent from above to heal me for a moment.”

“Allow me to heal you further, then.” You gave him a small smile.

The night was so young, and you never thought a mere stranger would also help you forget your own problems. You already knew it from the very start.

You were the reason why he wanted to be loved by people and you—to heal him as he also heal the wound of your poisonous past.

#nct #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct smut #nct angst #nct scenario #nct fanfic #nct x reader #nct imagines #jung jaehyun au #jaehyun fanfic #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #jeong jaehyun

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shootoutthestars · 7 years

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St. Patrick's Day (Kristanna Fan Fiction)

A/N: Sooooo Happy St. Patrick's Day! I decided to write a Kristanna fic for the occasion. Hope you all enjoy! Rating: M (language and alcohol) Summary: Kristoff takes Anna out to her first Tavern for St. Patrick's Day and they have a blast. ---------------- "Happy St. Patrick's Day, Kristoff!" Anna shouted out their bedroom door as the tall blonde approached her. "Right back at you, Princess." Kristoff said with a smile. He bent down and kissed his wife on her soft lips. "I had an idea...." Anna began. "Uh oh...." Kristoff let out a small giggle. "It's nothing bad! I think.... Well anyway, I thought since I am now of age...you could take me to a tavern that all the commoners go to!" Kristoff gave Anna a hard stare. He shook his head slowly. "Are you crazy?" Kristoff finally stated. "Of course not! I just thought...it would be a lot of fun! I have only ever drank here at the palace and other palaces...why can't I drink at a local tavern? I mean what's the worst that would happen?" Kristoff looked at her and took a deep breath. He knew exactly what a tavern was like and he also knew it was no place for a princess. "I'm sorry, Anna but I'm going to have to say no...." "But...but Kris! Please! It can't be that bad! "Anna, there are people in those taverns that are not very good people...very scary people." "Kristoff, I have climbed mountains and fought Ice Monsters the size of a pine tree! I think I can handle myself." Kristoff let out a huge sigh and, to Anna's advantage, had said "Fine...." "Yay!" "Get your stuff together, Feistypants." The two left the palace and walked down to the tavern that was right outside of the town square. Anna stared up at the sign that read Arendell Tavern in pretty, cursive writing. "It doesn't look that bad!" Anna exclaimed. Kristoff nodded and motioned her to follow her inside. Both entered and all eyes were on her. There was a chorus of "Princess Anna?" and "What on earth is she doing here?". The bar tender walked up to Anna and asked "My lady, how can I assist you?" Anna gave her a small grin and told her about what her St. Patrick's Day plans were. The bar tender laughed and said "Well let me get you something to drink then, Princess. What would you like?" Anna looked off in thought. Suddenly her face lit up and she gave Kristoff a mischievous grin. "I'll take the strongest thing you have." Anna stated plainly. "Anna...I don't know that that's a great idea...." Kristoff said nervously. Someone in the tavern shouted "Let the girl drink what she wants!" Kristoff shot the man a death glare and he immediately backed off. Anna spun around and smiled at him. "Don't worry. I'll be fine!" "Ok...." Anna and Kristoff walked over to the bar with the bar tender and Kristoff whispered to himself "Elsa is going to fucking kill me...." The bar tender pored some sort of liquid into a shot glass and Kristoff said "Well if she is going to do it I might as well too." Anna let out a happy sound and took her shot glass and he took his. "On three...one...two...three!" The couple grabbed their glasses and downed them as quick as possible. Anna instantly began to regret her decision and spat the harsh liquid out of her mouth while Kristoff downed it like a champ. Anna coughed for a solid five minutes while Kristoff laughed and comforted her. "Maybe I should try something a little more...fruity?" Anna said in defeat. In the time that Anna had drank her huge, liquor filled slushy, Kristoff had downed three beers and two shots and was completely wasted. "Kris? I think maybe we should head home." Anna said with a giggle as Kristoff gave her a pouty look. "Ugh...fineeeeeee...." Kristoff stumbled out of the tavern with Anna as support. Half way back to the palace, Kristoff stopped walking and grabbed Anna by the shoulders and spun her around to look at him. "I love you so much!" Kristoff said loudly. Anna laughed and he suddenly started dancing with her in the middle of the town square. The two laughed and almost fell over a few times from the horrible dancing. After a few minutes of slow dancing, Kristoff kissed Anna passionately. "Anna?" "Yes?" "Do you promise that you'll take care of me forever?" "Absolutely." Kristoff smiled against her forehead. "Now let's get home before Elsa has a heart attack." Anna said with a laugh. Kristoff gave her a horrified look. "Elsa! Oh no! She's gonna kill me! I let you get drunk!" "Kris...your the drunk one...." Anna said laughing. "Oh yeah...." Once Anna and Kristoff got home, he immediately fell asleep and Anna did too. Elsa didn't mind one bit, in fact, she was a bit tipsy herself. She had spent the evening curled up with her favorite book while drinking wine. All in all, the three of them had had an amazing night. ---------------- A/N: I hope everyone liked it! I know it was kinda dumb but whatever lol! Thanks for reading! (I didn't get to read over it so I'm sorry if there are any errors!)

#kristanna fanfiction #kristanna #kristoff #anna #frozen

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highladyofidris · 7 years

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11 Questions

Hey I was tagged by @easkyrah and @katgirl05 to do these questions! I will tag @readinglikewildfire @propshophannah @sarcastic-catastrophe @abraxos-sniffing-flowers @ericatheweirdo and whoever else wants to do it! If the 2 who tagged me want to do it again, feel free!

1) If you were Romeo, would you have killed yourself?

No! I actually really dislike Romeo and Juliette. The only characters I actually like were his asshole friends. I would not have killed myself over something like that

2) If you had known the Library of Alexandria would have been burned down, what would you have done? (Other than kill Julius Cesar)

I would have tried to rally the people and save the library! I would have tried to hide the most important stuff

3) If you were a Greek/Roman God, who would you be? (Why?)

Oh gosh I think I’d definitely be Poseidon or Dionysus. I love the water and think it would be really cool to talk to sea animals and horses. Also mermaids are cool. For Dionysus, I’m a really fun person and I can be pretty wild and energetic at times. ALso I have a pretty high tolerance when it comes to alcohol. I basically live next to a winery so I was basically conditioned to love wine.

4) Would you cure all the kinds of cancer or world hunger?

Cancer, because then we’d have more money to give to things that support world hunger relief orgs and the like. Also hospitals are hella expensive so that would be good

5) Fae or Illyrian? (insert evil laughter—you can’t choose both)

OH I HATE YOU. Ok so when you say fae, do you mean TOG fae or ACOTAR high fae? There’s a difference. If it’s the TOG fae, then I’d pick the Illyrian. If it was the ACOTAR fae, the I’d pick them becuase the Illyrian females are treated pretty badly and if you’re not related to someone important, you’re basically treated like trash.

6) Angst or fluff?

ANGST. Not that I don’t enjoy fluff, but ya know. I actually just recently came to the realization that I’ve been saying Angst wrong. I was saying it AYN-GIST. Oh well

7) Do you think hell is boiling or freezing? (Why?)

Ok so according to Dante, Hell is cold; it gets colder as you go down. But I’m also religious person, so Imma say hell is hot. Or so cold it feels hot.

10) Rowan or Rhys (you can’t choose both ^.^)

Sorry Rowan, but just look at him. *wildly gestures at the perfection that is Rhys* But I do love long hair, so like if we ever break up I’d go to Rowan

11) If you could be the child of any OTP, who would it be? (Why?)

Hmmm This one is so hard. I’ve narrowed it down to 3. Manorian (Manon and Dorian), Rowaelin (Rowan and Aelin), or Feysand (Feyre and Rhysand). Ok so first of all, I'd be pretty damn powerful whoever's kid I was. I'd be pretty happy with Rowaelin and I'd have some cool powers and an awesome family and support system. Might even inherit being able to shift. But the thing is really up in the air tbh, like Aelin hasn't settled so I might just end up a demi-fae. Like the genes would be pretty random. But I might have cool white hair so ummm maybe. For Manorian, I'd be part witch. Like that'd be cool. Also, I might get Dorian's raw magic, but are witches able to have magic?? Idk. I'd have cool iron claws. Have some nice hair, white or black. I might have a wyvern. I also have 2 kingdoms to inherit, so that's be cool. I could be a princess, which is goals. I could also be immortal because of my mother, so ya. Also, i think it's cute if Manorian calls their kids "witchling" like as a little pet name, like "sweetheart" but witch-version. Idk I think it's cute. Like for the TOG world, whoever I picked, I could possibly date the other one's kids sooooo it's the best of both worlds. For Feysand, that would be awesome. Like I'd be super powerful. I'd be Illyrian but also half high-fae, so I'd have pointy ears. I'd have an awesome family and court. I would also maybe be feared because of the whole "im the daughter of the 2 most powerful people in the world and also I'm from the almighty night court" and I'm completely down with that. (I don't know what that says about me as a person, so Imma just ignore that) Just think of the possibilities here!!!! And I might as well add some of my other fave OTPs because why the hell not. For TMI(The Mortal Instruments), I'd be Clace or Malec's daughter cuz yasssss. And then for TRC (The Raven Boys), definitely Pynch.

OK that last one was long but oh well.

My 11 Questions:

1) If you could pick any fictional world to live in, where would you live?

2) Name the last 5 songs (or more if you want) that you listened to (No cheating, be honest)

3) Name your Harry Potter houses(with patronus if you know, lol mine's a buzzard, courtesy of Pottermore tests) and what you think your Game of Thrones house is (if none of these apply then do a fun fact about yourself)

4) Where is the farthest you've traveled?

5) Favorite Musical(including tv musicals), if you have one

6) Top 5 disney songs

7) Rowan or Rhys (yes I stole this one. You can't pick both)

8) Star Wars or Star Trek? (If it's Star Wars, have you seen the Last Jedi trailer yet?!?!? It's amazing

9) "What's cooler than being cool?" (if you're younger you might not get this)

10) What's the last movie you saw in theaters?

11) Favorite books other than TOG and ACOTAR

#11 questions #ask games #coolness

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