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Sute Akuyaku Reijou wa Kaibutsu ni Otogibanashi wo Kataru - By Ede Akizawa (9/10)

A good king and a bad king can be the same man. It all depends on which side you take. Are you with him, or are you against him? Will you entertain him, or will you dare to defy him? What is the right answer? Be careful. The wrong one comes at a cost.

Sylph is the villainess. That's what Kanna says. In reality she is a quiet ducal daughter, who is not allowed to indulge in the few hobbies she enjoys. Kanna took advantage of her immense loneliness. Deep down Lady Sylph isn't very ladylike despite her noble roots. Her deepest desire is to be a civil servant who works in a library. She sneaks into one, under a fake name. Just to enjoy stories. Unrealistic fables. Young ladies are supposed to be concerned with power, motherhood and their husband. Sylph is meant for the prince too, so her immature desire to read fairytales makes her....imperfect.

Kanna shared fairy tales with Sylph. Classics she had never read before. Kanna became her best and only friend. The only person that would have fun with her. Everyone else expected her to act as the perfect Ducal daughter. With Kanna she was allowed to enjoy fantasy. Fable, and stories of love and revenge.

Kanna, the daughter of a Baron, spreads lies to ruin Sylph. Sylph was perfect on the outside, but she has always been quiet. She has no real friends. Even her fiance always seemed to know they were not a love match. Sylph was being suffocated by the princess position. By her loveless and political life. Kanna uses this. A rumor spreads. Sylph is lacking off. She is ignoring her duties and bullying other ladies. Sylph cannot defend herself, because she has been sneaking out to read at the library. Way too long. Way too often. Under a different name. Kanna encouraged her to do it. To play fantasy games with her. Kanna used her naive desires against her. Witnesses agree with Kanna. Sylph dissappears for long periods, which is highly inappropriate for a princess. Kanna's wild abuse story explains the disappearances. Kanna kept appearing wounded when Sylph disappeared. What a monster. A demon that hurts others as soon as eyes are off her...

The Prince was, of course, cheating on her already. Kanna's story worked with what the heir of the kingdom wanted. Kanna was the opposite of Sylph. A bubbly, cute girl full of compliments. She was popular too, and Sylph was too cold. No one stood up for Sylph, but Kanna had a hundred friends to stand up for her side of the story.

The royal family throws Sylph into a cursed area, where a monster roams according to legend.

Sylph writes a note, in case she passes out, begging someone merciful to unlock her cage and take her with them. Anywhere.

Anywhere but "home"

She tells the monster, King Faber the 28th, her wish. He is technically not human. He's technically the monster, but he lets his captives live if they entertain him. He knows Sylph isn't lying. Her deepest wish is to be a librarian, which is so trite that it's cute. She doesn't just want to live, like all the rest.

She wants the impossible dream, that she has cried for since she was a girl.

Faber is kind to her. Sylph shares stories with him. He likes to see her happy. He visits her daily for a month. She gets a title. She is The Kings Favorite. He gives her a dreamy life. She becomes a librarian with his blessing, and he visits each and every day. He behaves like a man in love, but Sylph is no longer naive. King Faber is extremely powerful. He is no puppet king or weak prince.

Her life is in his hands.

Strange whispers come into King Faber's isolated nation. They are loud. He, and the citizens, cannot ignore the blaze of lies. Sylph's country is claiming she has been kidnapped. Suddenly, they want her back. Why? Who? The Prince left her side long ago and Sylph had little to no relationship with her parents.

Why would they want her, when they have Princess Kanna now? Only a few months have gone by.

Sylph panics, and she does a terrible thing. She uses her status as The King's Favorite to stay in his nation. She wants to be a librarian, not the daughter of a Duke.

She will have her freedom.

Even if that means letting Faber execute people she used to know.

She knows what she is doing. She knows the kings favor is fleeting. If she makes the wrong choice he could turn on her. Her only choice is honesty. Faber is like that. He can feel lies. Cowardice. Fear. She has to kinda...be villainous to survive by his side.

Faber interrogates everyone who turned against Sylph. He kills all of them, except Kanna. Kanna has lost it all. After she took the princess seat the royal family quickly realized how useless she was. When Faber arrives she is already shut away in the dungeon. He kills everyone else for their stupidity. Their weakness. The Prince claims Kanna cursed him, and he finally noticed there was nothing special about her after her Story ended. Right after the Happy Ending her magic wore off, but Faber doesn't listen. The Prince is stupid and boring. So is the King. He makes them hold severed heads. He dumps blood on the royals. They beg him. They blame Kanna, but they die anyway.

Sylph does not kill Kanna. Killing Kanna will not entertain the king. Faber is angry because Kanna dared to discredit his Favorite. Sylph must now concoct a fitting fairytale punishment for the true villain. By the way she doesn't actually care about Kanna. She just wants to move onto her free live. What Faber is doing is cruel...to Sylph. He doesn't want her to move on yet. He did her a huge favor. He used his power to get rid of her problems, and now she must drag out the pain. The suffering, until Faber believes she has achieved true vengeance.

Sylph decides to punish Kanna with entertainment. She must make up a story every day for an entire year, in a dirty cell. If even one isn't entertaining Faber will end her life.

It's cruel.

All Sylph wants is life as a librarian, but she had to use the great strength of the monster King to get it.

Now she has to pay for his favor.

His love comes with a price.

He behaves like a classic fairytale monster, and those ancient tales are never happy.

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saratinz · 1 year

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Fake It Like You Love Me

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ angst, drinking, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, praise, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby)

synopsis ➩ part three of 'Fuck Away the Pain'

word count ➩ 1.4k

a/n ➩ comment or dm me to be added to taglist.

Never have you felt this safe, here, in the unlikely arms of Bucky. Even waking up with a raging headache and sore ass, you are peaceful. With your head on his chest, arms wrapped around him, you wake up in a surprisingly good mood. “Good morning beautiful.”

“Mmmmh, what time is it.”

“It’s 8:00, you wanna get up?”

“I don’t.”

“Well, let me get up so I can go to the gym.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know a much better way to get your workout in.” You lean in, sucking on his neck, marking your territory.

“Oh really? And what’s that sweetheart?”

“Get naked and you’ll find out.” Once you roll off him, he’s quick to follow orders, removing his shirt and sweatpants, along with his boxers. You admire his adonis-like figure, truly loving every bit of him. While getting on top of you, he causes a moan to slip out when he brushes your clit with his cock.

“Doll, you’re squirming, are you in pain?” He smirks. “Yes, daddy.”

“Where does it hurt?”

“Down there.” He pushes back onto his knees, coming face to face with your glistening cunt.

“Here, let me kiss it better.” His lips leave a gentle peck on your clit. Then another. And now, he’s using his tongue, making your eyes go crossed. Bucky is eating your pussy like his life depends on it. Lying on your back, never having had so much fun. You’re seeking heaven in his grasp, almost reaching your high, but you’re soon disappointed.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Awww, is my little baby needy, I have the cure for that too.” He grabs you by the waist, turning you onto your hands and knees. It’s like it’s his job to destroy you, switching from saccharine to dominant in a matter of seconds. “You gonna let daddy help you?”

“Yes, daddy, I need your help.” He responds with a quick thrust straight to your cervix. He’s so deep, so entwined, you can’t imagine a life without him. But no, you can’t think about that, not after what he did. No man who stands Y/n Y/l/n up gets a second chance. Except, isn’t that what you’re doing right now? No, this is strictly sex. The architecture of your relationship fell, all patience and respect completely diminished. Now, all that lies is a pile of anger and fucking. It doesn’t matter that there are feelings there, because you can never act on them.

“Sweetheart, you okay?”

“Yeah, I feel so much better.” You refrain from telling him what’s really bothering you: the complicated love story of Bucky and Y/n. This is not a fairytale though, it’s not a rom-com. You two won’t get a happy ending, no, it’s too late for that. A particularly harsh thrust makes your thoughts disappear. The way his hips hit your ass is painfully delicious, the sting turns you on more than you’d like to admit. “Fuck, Bucky, I love you.”

“Can’t say those things baby, gonna give me hope.”

“Say it back.”

“I love you too.” You’re so close to the edge, you just need one last push. “Daddy loves you so fucking much, you’re the only one for me.” And that’s what sends you over, the praise and promise he makes. You know, in this moment, you have him wrapped around your finger, and that you always did.

“Fill me up daddy, want you to cum inside. I’m your good girl right?”

“Yes you’re my perfect girl.” You never saw yourself doing this, letting the cocky superhero you hated do something so intimate. But here you are, with cum leaking out of you. “Fuck you’re so cute.”

“This can’t happen again. It was the last time.”

“I know, doll. If you need anything, I’m always here. Except when I’m on missions of course.” You just lie there, looking a hot mess, but Bucky fucking loves it. He loves you, every single part, imperfections and all. He knows he will never love anyone else, and he’s 100% certain that you’re the love of his life. He would literally do anything, just to have a second of your time, or a smidge of your affection. The sight of you brings him to heaven, and you are his angel. His unknowing savior. Because that’s exactly what you did; You saved him. You two reluctantly get dressed, wishing everything was simpler, and that you could spend the rest of your lives naked in bed together. It’s not even just about the sex, it’s about the emotional connection you share. But life is complicated, and no amount of love can completely repair a betrayal. It seems that you just weren’t meant to be together. You leave without saying ‘goodbye’, trying to accept that this was your last time together.

While you make your way back to your room, Bucky heads to the gym. “Hey, Sam.”

“Oh god, I’m not talking to Y/n for you again.”

“It’s okay, we’re done. She broke it off this morning.”

“Wait, she was with you last night? She went to dinner? She seemed so sure of her decision. What changed her mind? How did it go? Why’d it end?”

“Woah, one question at a time. She didn’t change her mind, she changed mine.”

“What do you mean?”

“She umm, convinced me not to go.”

“But you love her, there’s no way you would skip dinner again, well, unless, eww Bucky why are you telling me this?”

“Cause you asked. Anyway, we had sex today, but she said it was the last time.”

“So she hasn’t forgiven you?”

“No, but she still loves me.”

“How can you be sure?” “Because she said it while I fucked her.”

“Wait, you’re telling me she dropped the l-bomb during intercourse, then left you?”

“Yes.”

“She’s using you for your body, and you’re letting her.”

“Well, yeah. And I’d let her do it over and over, I don’t care, I’ll take what I can get.”

“Buck, y’know that’s like unhealthy and fucked up, right?”

“Again, I simply don’t care.”

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, and you’re going to get your heart broken.”

“I know.”

“I’m worried about you. Is she really worth it?”

“Yeah, I mean, we just work. We’re into all the same things, especially when it comes to sex. And she’s just so emotionally literate, it’s endearing.”

“So, uhh, what’s she like in bed?”

“Well last night she figured out that I like to be called ‘daddy’ and taunted me about it, so I, spanked her a little bit. Then we went to bed.”

“Ewww, daddy? And she liked that? You spanked her? Remind me to never ask about your sex life ever again, you all are animals. But in your defense, you are truly perfect together, both of you are into all that kinky shit.”

“I’m not good enough for her.”

“You deserve good things Bucky.”

“No, I don’t, not after all I’ve done. Not after all the pain I’ve caused.”

“Fine, go ahead, be miserable, I don’t know how to help you anymore. You can’t hate and punish yourself forever. You have to let yourself be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“So what would happen if she came to your door tonight and, I don’t know, called you daddy and begged for your dick, what would you do?”

“I guess I’d have to turn her down.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“Have you seen her? Of course I’d sleep with her.”

“Oh boy, this is going to end badly.”

“Just, don’t mention this to anyone.”

“Fine.”

It’s only been 12 hours since you saw Bucky last, but you feel like you’re dying. The compound’s bar is becoming your second home. You’re sipping on your vodka and cranberry juice concoction. You’re not gonna survive this break-up, you know that for a fact. Going back on your word is embarrassing, but when it comes to Bucky Barnes, you don’t care at all. He’s your heaven on Earth, your broken angel. Your unknowing savior, because he saved you too. You wouldn’t have gotten over Steve so fast had he rejected you. So you’re grateful, endlessly grateful, for everything he has done for you. And you know exactly how to repay him. Before you know it, you’re at his door, knocking as if you will die if you don’t get inside right now. “I need you.”

“What do you need?”

“I need your cock, daddy.”

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rosexxi · 2 years

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Birthday Morning 🍰💌

the members ruin Cheolies perfect birthday morning

suggestive fluff // c.sc // x fem member! reader

You were awoken by the soft light that seeped into the otherwise dark room. It slipped in through the gap of the curtains and cast a golden hue. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in the surroundings of your boyfriends room as you streched. With fluttering eyes, you turned in his bed and faced your boyfriend. His dark hair was covering some of his bare face, you lifted a hand to move it to the side. You liked him better without makeup; barefaced, his perfect imperfections on display, such as the eye bags that gave an insight to his sleepless nights. He looked much more innocent this way, like a normal 26 year old. Well, you should say 27 year old, after all today was his birthday.

You brought up your hand to softly brush his cheek, before leaning into gently place a kiss on his nose.

He scrunched his nose, showing he was begining to wake up, and you couldn't help but smile at his actions.

"Good morning birthday boy." you whispered, as he began to wake up, his long eyelashes that you were always jealous of, fluttering onto his cheekbones.

"Morning angel." he groaned, as he rubbed his eyes. He turned on his side so he could meet his hazelnut eyes with yours. A smile creeping onto his face as he did so.

"Did you sleep well?" you asked.

He nodded in response, "Always do when you're next to me. Did you? I wasn't too hard on you last night was I?"

You shook your head in response, "I slept fine. How do you feel? You're officially 27."

"Agh don't say that. Im old."

"You said that last year." you joke, poking a finger at his side. He laughed softly, before pulling you closer to him. Your bare chest pressing into his.

He leaned in to place soft butterfly kisses onto your jaw, making his way down to your neck and shoulders. "Mm baby, we have to go."

He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he shook his head gently, "No we don't, it's my birthday let me enjoy time with my love."

You brought up a hand to play with his hair, as he continued peppering your shoulder with kisses, "you have the full day to spend time with me."

"But then the others will be there. I just want to take in this perfect morning with you."

You smiled fondly at his actions, and took one of his hands into yours. He leaned back and looked at you. Took all of you in as you were. Bare faced and natural. You were beautiful. Using his free hand, he swept your hair back behind your ear so he could press a tender kiss onto your temple. "Come on then, lets get ready for the day." he sighed. As much as he loved filming Seventeen content, he would do anything to spend his birthday with you and only you.

He got up from his position, pressing a quick kiss on your lips. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants before disappearing behind the bathroom door. You got up too, finding a random tshirt of his to put on, before you followed him to the bathroom. You stood at the doorway, admiring his toned body.

He smiled at you from the mirror once he noticed you, and you made your way to brush your teeth next to him.

"Stop staring at me." you giggled, suddently feeling very embarrassed as his eyes followed your every move. He just shook his head, a grin evident on his face. He finished up, and turned to envelope you in a back hug. He rested his chin on your head, attentive eyes watching as you continued with your morning routine.

"We'll probably have to tell them sooner or later." he finally mumbled, when you turned in his arms to face him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Don't think I can hide my affection for you that much longer."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and stood on your tiptoes so you could peck his lips. But that wasn't enough for Seungcheol, he pulled you closer and met his lips to yours, harder then before, and kissed you. He leaned down so he could deepen the kiss, your lips fought for control, but it was pointless, you opened yours slightly so he could slip in his tongue. One of his hands digged into your waist, the other creeping below so he could hold your bum.

"Jump." he ordered into the kiss. You obeyed, and he lifted you with ease, taking you to the countertop. Bringing one hand up to hold your face, he placed the other on your thigh and squeezed it slightly.

"Hyung!" came a sudden voice that could only belong to Dokyeom.

Seungcheol sighed, resting his forehead on your chest as he huffed again.

"I think thats our sign to go." you laughed, as he shook his head at his clingy members.

"They don't give me two minutes." he complained, as he took your hand to lead you out of his room.

"What." He finally said as the two of you entered the kitchen, and it seemed as though you must of missed the usual noisiness.

"Since when?" asked a mortified Seungkwan from behind his cereal.

"Since when what?" asked their annoyed leader.

"Ahh they heard you last night." said an amused Jeonghan, as he came to pat the backs of his fellow 95 liner and younger member. Jeonghan was the first to know, after having seen the two of you sneak out to have a quick make out whilst at a music show, "I knew it" he had claimed.

Though a few of the older members knew of your relationship, majority of the younger ones did not. And this was not the best way for them to find out.

You couldn't help but laugh at the horrified faces of your members, and went to take a seat next to Dino.

"Sorry, we would of told you earlier." you smiled at him as you dragged him into hug him.

"Noona, I'm traumatised."

"Ey we could kind of tell." said an uninterested Vernon, "Happy birthday though."

The annoyed look Seungcheol had worn, began to disappear as he looked around at his girlfriend and members. He took a seat next to you and began eating whatever had been prepared. He listened as they planned what to do for his birthday after filming and joked with one another. His eyes always went to you, to make sure you were eating, were laughing and taking apart.

When you weren't looking at him, he pressed a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you, for the best birthday morning." he whispered when you turned to face him.

A warm smile made its way onto your face, but before you could answer Joshua beat you to it, "Yah this doesn't mean you can be kissing in front of us all the time now."

"Why not. She's my precious girlfriend." joked Seungcheol as he went to place an exaggerated kiss on your cheek.

They erupted into laughter, and even though you were pretending to wipe off his kiss, Seungcheol was really thankful to you.

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antiromanticbaby · 9 months

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Paintings - Lord Diavolo

Lord Diavolo x GN!artist!reader

[✧] ー Set in Nightbringer. MC has been trying their best to find a way of communication with the future, hoping that they are actually in the right timeline (which I doubt. Anyways-). It seems like they have finally found a way.

[✧] ー Ok v v random but some parts of the NB game have given me some good 'Dark' flashbacks Like, the SWD cast are asking just where are we and then they change the question to When which was straight out a scene from Dark haha.

When Diavolo first heard of your disappearance, he was torn. The one he loved and adored, the one he was about to court and propose to was now... gone. Just like that, without a trace between the whole three worlds, and even Solomon and Barbatos were no help.

First his mother, then his father, and now you.

No matter what way he put it, you were gone. His little darling was gone. He was the demon prince, he would be the king one day, and yet he felt like he had lost a big part of himself just with your disappearance.

Just where have you gone, MC?

Soft classic music had filled his dimly lit office, and Barbatos had brought his favorite treat. He was going to be king, he couldn't lose his composure just like that. And yet, hearing the classical music, his mind and heart was filled with thoughts of you, of your smile and laughs, of the way you twirled in his arms, or stepped on his feet when he tried to teach you a simple waltz. A smile graced his lip, but it went away soon when he heard the knock on the door.

'Not today...' He thought to himself. Perhaps this was Lucifer, telling him to compose himself and be a good role model for Devildom. But Diavolo knew it, he knew how Lucifer himself was breaking. He had seen how the fallen star flew around the Devildom, sneaked around and tried to find one small trace of you.

Or maybe it was one of his brothers, here to demand answers, to where you were. In this case, as Barbatos has put it, 'when' you were.

And maybe it was Barbatos, bringing good news. Only if 'good news' hadn't turned into 'miracles' that never occurred.

"Come in." He spoke firmly, trying to sound confident. But if it was someone close to him, they would know that he wasn't, that his strong aura was nothing but a mere facade. Still, his kingdom came first. He must look strong, no matter what, even if Lucifer and Barbatos see through the act.

"Young master, I have brought some news." It was Barbatos, always neat and polite. Diavolo, in a way, envied how unphased Barbatos seemed, but he knew that Barbatos was too perfect. And that was exactly why he was imperfect. Diavolo motioned for his steward to continue. Barbatos continued, an amused smile on his face. "A Little D has found some... interesting paintings in the basement. According to what they said, these paintings have been transferred to the castle from Cocytus Hall."

"Interesting? And would you please elaborate on what you are... hinting at?"

"I believe you must see them for yourself." Barbatos spoke politely, motioning Diavolo to follow.

And Diavolo did. Perhaps this would be a good distraction from the haunting thoughts of his darling and just where they were, when they were, and if they were alive or not.

Upon seeing the paintings decorating all over the basement of his castle, Diavolo's heart skipped a beat. He was... so happy, filled with a sense of euphoria that he didn't know existed, not before finding out. Lord Diavolo could recognize your painting style from miles away, and all of these were yours.

But what were you doing in Cocytus Hall? And why haven't any of them heard of you?

He quickly turned the self portrait around, noticing the scribbles on the inside.

'First painting since coming here. It is now one year after the Celestial War. I truly hope this reaches you'

'MC'

There was no point in asking whether these were truly yours or not, because he recognized the handwriting. His grip on the canvas tightened and a smile formed on Diavolo's lips. "Barbatos, please move all of these to my room."

He felt in a rush, to decorate his room with whatever he could find from you. Now, he knew you were alive. He knew you were safe, and as much as the thought of you, his lover, living in the Cocytus Hall back in the past and with Solomon bothered him, he was just glad that you were safe. That his MC was safe and alive. "Oh, and please call the brothers over for dinner. We must share the news."

"Should we tell them about the paintings?" Barbatos asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"...No, not yet. Just tell them we found notes of MC."

It wouldn't hurt to be selfish, only for a little while.

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 10 months

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The Roommate Series drabble

(This is not happy folks ANGST warning)

This day would always come.

Inside that tiny little house that had been full of dreams laid the forgotten memories of before. Walls full of saccharine laughter and the warmth of gentle embraces rotted beneath the heavy weight of abandonment, no longer a home but a building, cold and ugly.

A perfect place in the imperfect.

Everything sat as it had always been. A blanket folded on the back of the couch, little items strewn across the house as it had been lived in, loved in. Untouched, collecting dust now as the lights stayed turned off to bring about the heavy cloud of darkness that had settled over it just a week prior that will stay there for eternity.

There are certain risks with loving a man who disappeared for months to serve for the safety of others. Certain realities that one has to come to terms with, no matter how hard you try to deny them, even after long conversations that end with a bad taste in your mouth and tears brimming in your eyes. You could try to argue, try to convince but it would only end the same way it always did.

Long goodbyes made things hard in the beginning but shorter ones made things harder in the long run.

A meal together, a night spent in bed, the last touches of skin against one another and a kiss. An unspoken promise even if the odds were slim because who wants to listen to reality when you can stay in the comfortability of the home you both had created.

“I’m sorry.”

Spoken with strain, tears hidden and guilt riddled as the warm piece of metal hit your hand from having been clutched by the older man. He stood too stiff as he handed you a familiar jacket and the world spun around you.

A violent torrent of rage and despair, the dam of denial too weak for something like this as you screamed and wept. You begged and pleaded with a man who could never bring back the one who used to wear that chain and jacket. You spewed misplaced venom until you broke and fell into his arms for any kind of comfort.

It wasn’t the comfort you wanted. You would never get that again.

You don’t know how long he stayed, how long you felt rouge tears hit your shoulder as you sat against the floor as the dark evil cloud forced itself against you and the house. How long it took for you to end up in the bedroom or in the bathroom, alone and cold as if the entire sun had been ripped from the skin. You don’t know how long you avoided the entire house because it held those forgotten memories.

You don’t make it to the funeral.

Two coffins are lowered underneath the same headstone as a family built from bonds and a family of blood stand to watch a man who died twice and life itself be buried together. A broken heart and a hole in the chest are not that different six feet under as the house is forgotten and so are its memories.

This day would always come but at least you weren’t apart for long.

A/N: was in an angsty mood needed to get it out

NOT CANON TO THE STORY I PROMISE

#the roommate series #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley

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itstheghostofmypast · 8 months

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🌻Imperfections🌻

Draco malfoy x (f)Reader (Hufflepuff)

Summary: Perfection is what defined those who were above the rest- yet, she could not be part of the perfection that defined him. Defined his society and very presence- defined her own family but not her. She was the imperfection within his world of perfection, the bright sun in his cool, pale blue sky. For even if she was the warm sun, he was nothing more than the silver moon- both destined to live in the same sky but never together.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

AU: NO VOLDEMORT - Plus Cedric is vibing, I'm sorry he's too precious.

Warnings: None

Part- 3/?

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Did he accept her for who she was? What did that even mean? What did he mean- no, what was he trying to imply? The series of questions raced across her mind, bouncing off one wall to the other as she stomped up to the astronomy tower, wanting to be alone with her insistent, horrid thoughts.

With a loud slam, she barged into what she expected to be a vacant room, only to lock eyes with cold crystals, swirling with unspoken emotion. Her first reaction was to throw something at him, preferably her bag, but she knew better than that- for the past month, he had been avoiding her, rendering her feelings void- feeling? What kind of feelings did she even have for him? Were they really even considered feelings, if they were just "close acquaintances"? Or perhaps her foolish little heart had led her to believe the time he had spent with her was not a way of entertaining his boredom- perhaps she was a form of jester in his eyes. Really? Did she really think the prince of Slytherin would be interested in her? Let alone want to befriend her? A soul so wretched and stained that her own family would pray for her disappearance, her own family denied her existence, her own mother telling her that she "can not love her".

This is why she stood there staring at him, wondering why he was even here, was he here for her or was this by chance- was fate once again, tugging at the strings of her heart, waiting for the remaining threads to rip apart? Swallowing her insecurities she cleared her throat, mustering up the courage to give him a small smile, "Hello, haven't seen you in a while."

Her gesture was returned with a blank stare, only for her to frown and walk closer, stopping right in front of him, looking up at him with a pleading look, wanting him to say something, anything, even a sentence would do. This was no longer about how she felt, but whether Cedric was right or wrong. She believed that he was different, at least not like the rest of the people in her life, those who had cast her out, she had seen the different side of him, so she wasn't going to let him slip away without an explanation.

Truth be told he wasn't expecting her here tonight, he'd been coming to the tower on alternate days, knowing she wouldn't be there when he would, that's the extent he had gone to, just to avoid her. Why? because he was a coward, there was no way in hell he would look her dead in the eye and tell her he wanted nothing to do with her.

Sighing he looked away, choosing to move past her, only to freeze when her fingers wrapped around his cold wrist, head whipping in her direction, eyes burning with rage, how dare she touch him? How dare she make it harder for him, than it already was. A powerful, gruesome phrase that was about to slip off his tongue clung onto the tip of his tongue as his eyes met her glossy gaze, one that looked so soft and meek, compared to the death grip she had on his wrist.

"Please, am I that unbearable?"

With a defeated sigh, he turned around, wrapping his hand around hers, slowly peeling off her fingers, "Don't make this harder for both of us. Y/N, if I could, I would've pushed you away the day I saw you."

"But-"

"Shhh..." he let go of her hand to place a finger on her lips, "Please, I am begging you to stop." he whispered, looking into her eyes as they pierced through his soul. It was moments like these that forced his world to a halt, one so bitter-sweet that it made his fingers tingle and mind buzz as if he were hexed by her, forcing him to succumb to her. The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the universe around them still as ever, If that were true, he would've given up on her at that very moment, but regretfully it was not, time never stopped for anyone and the universe never left anyone alone; not a noble heir like him nor a cursed, unwanted noble like her, they had their own baggage and he wasn't sure if he was willing to share, especially with her, he never wanted to be part of those who added to the weight on her shoulders- yet fate seemed to be against them both.

"Why?"

She broke the silence, taking a step forward, almost closing the gap between them, only for him to take one bag, reestablishing the distance.

She stepped forward once more,

"I thought we could be friends?"

He took one back, they're words now synchronized with their movements,

"You thought wrong."

"Is it because I'm a Hufflepuff?"

"No."

"Because I'm an outcast?"

"No."

"Because I hit Zabini?"

"No"

"Then?"

"Because-" His words came to an abrupt stop, his back touching the cold stone wall, eyebrows raised in surprise at her persistence. This was new. He wasn't used to her like this, so persistent, so determined to win, finding answers, like a child willing to touch fire just to feel it. Just like that, she was mere centimeters away from him, now in his personal space, a space not even his friends were invited into, yet, here they stood, eyes locked, breaths mingling, basking in each other's warmth.

"Because?" a whisper slipped past her lips, eyes darting down to how inviting they looked. What would they taste like? What would she taste like? His fingers twitched in anticipation, waiting for his brain to let his guard down, to let loose, but Draco Malfoy never let his guard down, never let loose for anyone or anything- but was she just anyone?

He had noticed how during his period of "Avoiding the Pesky Puff" - as Zabini would call it- he had begun to notice her even more, registering the tiniest of details about her. From how her doe eyes would frantically scan the hall, in search of something or someone, probably him, only for her lips to form a small pout in defeat when she couldn't. He noticed how she would use that little diary of hers more than usual, making him wonder about how many things had been bothering her for so long- was he not a part of them? His eyes would often aimlessly spot her in the field as they waited for their turn, watching her play with her team, effortlessly keeping, or sometimes (more often than less) doing laps around the field, cursing up at her captain who'd usually ignored her. He wasn't sure if the others on his team noticed the newfound source of interest of their captain, but now and then he'd feel Zabini bump their shoulders, mumbling, "Mate, avoiding her doesn't mean drooling at the sight of her." This would often earn a low growl, followed by a "Sod off". Since he was no longer tutoring her, she would now be tutored by Diggory, much to his displeasure. Since their lesson had been cut short, thanks to Zabini, he had never heard her laugh like that, or hear her whine about wanting to end the session early or when she'd start a pointless conversation to waste time, perhaps they could've had meaningful conversations together- unlike the ones she'd usually have with Diggory.

"Cedriiiiiic"

"Hmm?"

"Don't you think a chocolate salad would be a good business idea?"

"I think you finishing this chapter would be an even better one."

"Yes, but if it's successful, then I wouldn't have to waste time on this."

"Yet, here you are."

"Because I like you", the words left him faster than his thoughts could rearrange themselves, eyes scanning her face for any kind of expression, though her face was void of any emotion, a dull silence settling in, his confession hanging in the air.

"But, you can't...right?"

Her question caught him off guard, if the ground would swallow him whole right now, he would've let it, doing anything but answering the question that had come after his confession.

"I..."

"It's okay." She beamed up at him, a dry chuckle following after, "You aren't the first person who can't like me...my own mother can't love me, my father can't accept me for who I am- why would you be any different?" placing a hand on his chest, she sighed, he wasn't sure about her, but the moment he felt her palm on his heart, he felt his skin light up, heart slamming against the ribcage, wanting to settle on her palm, all snug.��

"It's amusing how people I know have hearts so warm and alive, yet, you all act like they're made of stone." Pulling her hand away she sighed, taking a step back , glancing away from him, mumbling to herself, "I really must be cursed."

"Y/N, wait-" reaching out to her, the tips of his fingers barely grazing her arm before grasping at nothing, his heart sinking at the sight of her dejected being.

Taking another step back, she shook her head, arms wrapping around herself, trying to compose herself before looking at him with a smile, one that pierced through his heart. "It's okay Draco, I'm used to it. That's why I just wanted to befriend you- but I guess I forgot where I actually belong."

Say something!?

He stood there, taking in her image, their little bubble slowly cracking- why? Why did he say that to her? Insulting her would've been much better than this alternate excuse of "It's not you it's me". And here she was again, smiling at him like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just plucked out her heart, like a budding sunflower in a field of weeds, only to rip it out and throw it into a sack of trash.

Before his short-circuited brain formed a sentence, he was once again left speechless when he heard her, as she stood by the door,

"I'm sorry for being such a burden, I'll make sure to set things the way they were before."

It was only when he heard the soft click of the door did his world came shattering down on him, Why did he feel this way this is what he had been trying to achieve for so long? Didn't he tell Zabini he was doing this to protect her? Then wasn't this noble of him? No, it wasn't for he had made it even worse for her, leading her on, pulling her to the edge then pushing her off, watching her fall into an abyss, being one of the many on the list of people who had abandoned her.

Running his fingers through his hair he let out a shaky breath, nodding to himself, This was it, it was finally over, he could move on and eventually so would she, after all....she had Diggory. Fixing his robes he walked over to the door only to stop at something small that caught his eye, something he probably dropped on the way out. Crouching down to grab it, he inspected the small diary, noticing how it was more filled than he had seen last time. Sighing, he put it in his pocket, with no plans of returning it to her, nor to this place anymore, though he had a feeling she wouldn't come here again either.

As he settled down on his bed he felt the all too familiar despair settle around him, hand going to his pocket, taking out the small diary, flipping through the pages, noticing the blotches of dried water, the ridges of the paper denting, dried ink that had probably begun to seep through the pages with the water- tears perhaps. He shouldn't, this was personal, it was hers, hers to use, hers to burn, but all logic went out the window as his eyes fixated on a specific name, his name.

"Draco."

This was going to be a long night.

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thewritingisconsumingme · 3 months

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flower crowns

summary: liu kang cannot find bi han anywhere

warnings: none :)

Liu Kang wandered around the Lin Kuei base looking for Bi Han. The grandmaster had invited him here for some unknown reason, but the Fire God had yet to see a trace of the blue assassin. Traveling through the various training grounds one more time, Liu Kang even looked into the hidden grotto that Bi Han liked to meditate in and the hot springs where Bi Han liked to unwind from the day. However, the man was strangely not in any of his usual spots, and Liu Kang frowned at the fact that he could not find his lover.

Changing his tactic, Liu Kang went to search for Kuai Liang and Tomas, but even so, the plan had a fault: sometimes even Bi Han’s brothers didn’t know where he had disappeared off to. Liu Kang just hoped that they would know where he is. Approaching the gray-clad assassin in one of the training grounds, Liu Kang waited patiently for Tomas to finish his set before finally asking him if he had seen his brother anywhere. Unfortunately, Tomas shook his head, but his eyes darted back and forth, and Liu Kang narrowed his eyes in suspicion but dropped it and went to find Kuai Liang. Similarly, Kuai Liang was sharpening his weapon and gave Liu Kang a negative answer similar to Tomas’s, but the Fire God had a feeling that both were hiding where their brother was.

It was strange, seeing that Bi Han had been the one to call him here and yet had not appeared to greet him. Typically, whenever Liu Kang arrived, the grandmaster would be all over him, preening under his touch, but Bi Han was absent and nowhere to be found.

Sighing, Liu Kang resigned himself to just go and meditate in the gardens. It had been a fixture that Bi Han’s father had put in place, and Liu Kang greatly appreciated its beauty. It also made for a wonderful place to meditate or to take walks through.

Liu Kang entered through the arch bordering the gardens and strolled about the gardens before finally deciding to meditate in the area surrounded by the roses in the far side of the garden. Settling down, Liu Kang closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. For a few moments, he entered a deep trance, keeping his mind empty and his breath steady, but a sudden grunt of anger snapped him out of his trance.

Cracking open his eyes, Liu Kang found no one nearby, and yet he heard another groan of frustration and something breaking from somewhere around the garden. Liu Kang stood up and looked through the garden, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Eventually, his eyes landed upon a blue-clad figure sitting among an assortment of flowers and hunched over something in his lap: Bi Han.

“Bi Han.” Liu Kang smiled when the assassin turned back, a look of shock on his face when he saw the Fire God standing over him.

“Liu Kang.” Bi Han hid whatever was in his hands as the Fire God sat down next to the assassin.

“What have you been hiding from me, my love?” Liu Kang tried to peer into BiHan’s hands to guess what the man was trying to hide, and the grandmaster blushed slightly. Liu Kang would’ve enjoyed the expression more if Bi Han didn’t suddenly scowl.

“Nothing.” The grandmaster mumbled.

“Then, why did you call me here and then not show up? Show me, Bi Han.” Liu Kang put a little edge into his voice, and Bi Han relented, uncovering the craft in his hands. It was a flower crown of ice. Little chips of ice were broken off, and several petals were missing from the crown, but it was beautiful nonetheless.

“It is not perfect, but it will not melt. It was meant to be ready by the time you got here.” Clearly, Bi Han seemed very upset from the imperfections but handed it over to Liu Kang anyway, keeping his eyes averted from the god’s as if he was afraid to see disappointment on Liu Kang’s face..

“It is beautiful, Bi Han. I love every part of it.” Liu Kang cradled the flower crown in his hands, the coldness seeped into his skin, but it didn’t hurt. Rather, it felt comforting in a way, and so Liu Kang placed it upon his head.

“How do I look?”

“...ethereal.” Bi Han breathed out. Liu Kang smiled and leaned in to kiss the grandmaster, and Bi Han melted into the Fire God’s arms. Liu Kang loved every bit of Bi Han, even the parts that were broken or twisted, and would spend the rest of their time together to show just how much he adored the man.

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ksqwildwest · 2 months

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This isn't Home

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Warning: pov descriptions of a character dissociating and generally having a bad bad time. Also, the word "consummation" comes up.

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He's looking at a door.

It's made from mahogany, if he remembers correctly. The grain is highlighted by the wine red stain. It's sanded smooth and sealed perfectly. The handle and lock were custom-made by someone in a city, so distant they spoke a different language entirely. The silver polished biweekly in the dead of night so as to not disturb the routine of the resident. If anything were to make a scratch in the door, there are at least ten spares made in the exact same way to replace it rather than let something as simple as a door have any imperfections.

When had he arrived at his bedroom door?

It felt like he should still be riding out of town. Lazarus slowly disappeared in the distance behind him. Swallowed up by the horizon. The dust cloud kicked up by the horse ever shifting in his vision as he can't bring himself to turn around until long after the town is gone. Burying his face in Phil's shoulder while his body trembled with silent sobs. The surroundings slowly changed from empty desert to dotted houses to crowded city streets.

When had he gotten off Phil's horse?

He couldn't remember entering the front gates. The slow, meandering trot up the long entrance trail. He does remember the way his stomach fluttered with nerves as Phil finally brought them to a stop. The way Phil had to practically drag him off the horses back. His legs barely avoid buckling under the immense pressure of - I'm back.

When had he approached the mansion?

The ivory pillars framing the front doors were polished a blindingly bright white. Two butlers stood in front of them, opening the doors in practiced, perfect sync. The entrance way was exactly as he remembered it to be. At least he assumed it was. He blinked and was walking down one of the many identical hallways in the mansion. Blink. Another identical hallway. Blink again. Why did they have so many identical hallways? Was it even a different hallway? Was he moving or standing still? He blinked. He was standing in the sitting room outside of his parents' office. His parents.

When had his parents seen him?

He had smoothly walked into the office, his hands clasped behind his back to hide their shaking. His mother's dark brown eyes seemed to swallow him whole. His father's toxic green eyes held an uncaring poison, burning into his skin. It was silent as Phil was dismissed with a flick of his mothers wrist. The silence continued to scream for a long, long time.

"Get him a change of clothes," His father ordered out to the room, "Something respectable for him to meet his wife in."

"Burn the rags once he's out of them," his mother commanded, "He'll give you any remaining rubbish from his bag after he's met his bride."

When had he changed clothes?

He'd been herded into a changing room in another blink. He trembled as he removed each piece of his outfit. First, the bright shirt that was overdue for a touch-up of color. Next, the fancy shoes that had become faded, stained, and well-loved. Then, the bright patterned socks that were gifted by Thompson shortly after his arrival in Lazarus. Lastly, the belt and pants, covered in sand and pet hair, folded neatly in the pile.

A pile immediately handed over to one of the three butlers in the room. There was no privacy when he left, and there would be less now. A different butler handed him an impeccably ironed suit. He doesn't remember getting into it. Or following one of the butlers out of the room. Down more mind-numbing hallways. Stopping in front of his door.

How long ago did he tell the butler he only needed a moment to collect himself before meeting his bride? The shadows had shifted from the windows. Did he really say that? Speaking sounds so hard, like there's not enough air to spare for it.

He turns to the butler and nods with a mechanical smile. His vision blurs for a moment as the door is opened.

His room had barely changed. The only new things were that his personal shelf of books had been removed, the bed had been changed to a bigger size, and the short and stocky mouse in a maroon dress standing by the balcony.

Ah. The Mus family. Old money. Their business based around the removal of pests and the selling of defenses against pests. Responsible for the introduction of pests into new regions whenever sales got too low for too long.

Oh, the mouse is saying something to the butlers. He really should try to listen to that. It takes a few seconds before the buzzing in his ears recedes enough to hear her shy voice.

"... disappear as much as you do. I'll call if he tries to leave. Please, I just want to get to know my fiancé in private."

The butlers remain standing in place.

He shouldn't be able to speak right now. His throat is tight and dry. His hands are trembling behind his back. His breaths are shallow and quick. But it's undoubtedly his voice, quiet yet smooth, that says, "As my future bride and therefore future head of this household, you are contracted to obey and fulfill her demands."

There's a new tenseness in the air as a single butler twitches, but none of them leave.

"His parents orders-" cuts in his fiancée, he really needs to learn her name before the vows- "are that Carl Jacobson is no longer allowed to be in a room with any exit that leads outside without being accompanied by at least one person." She sounds close to tears when she asks, "Do you not count me, his fiancée, as a person?"

The pressure in the room increases as the butlers avoid looking at them directly.

Karl thinks he could cry. The desire to have Jack and Mason by his side rears its head. Mason would have already started a brawl and been preening in victory by now. Probably with John John on his shoulder and that one brand of whiskey that he only ever drinks to celebrate. Jack would be laughing about the entire situation and making sexual jokes like- like-

"You're not going to be in here directly after the marriage." He says with startling clarity as hope lifts the weight on his lungs. Maybe he can get a little privacy, if only for a few moments. All eyes shift to him, and he can imagine Jack and Mason cheering him on as he continues with the most energy he's had all day.

"You're going to have to leave us alone together eventually. Might as well start now. I mean, I doubt you all are going to be here during the consummation."

He quirks his eyebrow as he says it, watching as the butlers process his words. As the seconds tick by, he covers his panic with a deadly glare. The one Thompson taught him. One of the butlers calmly marches out. Then another follows close behind, and soon enough, the final butler is shutting the door behind them.

Finally, he has a moment to bre-

Oh yah, Karl thinks as he finds himself getting shoved roughly yet quietly onto one of the lounge chairs farthest from the doors, I still don't know my fiancée's name.

"Carl," she starts with a serious tone, "while I appreciate you getting those butlers out of the room, I'm going to lay down some ground rules here, got it?"

He nods numbly, suddenly very scared for his immediate future as he realizes she's still gripping his arm. She'd been so quiet and shy. It was making his head spin how quickly she shifted. He didn't have the energy for a fight.

"Number one," she said in a tone so reminiscent of his mother; He almost misses the words, "I'm not here because I fancy you. I'm here because of my parents. I will do all the things in public that we need to do to convince people we tolerate each other, but behind these doors, I'm not consummating anything, got it?"

"Yep. Got i-"

"Number two," she continues on, "I have a secret lover who I plan on visiting, and you are going to have to come with me as cover. You will not breathe a word about it to anyone that we are more than business associates. Got it?"

"Mmhm."

"And number three," her eyes bore into him with an intensity he'd only ever seen in Thompsons eyes, "after our wedding, once the security has died down, I'm running away with my lover. You can help, or you can stay out of my way, got it?"

"... uh, yes, w-"

"Good," she releases her grip on his arm and settles onto the other side of the chair, careful not to crush her own tail, "any questions, Mr. Jacobson?"

"Umm, so. What's your name?"

Karl wasn't sure what emotions passed over his fiancées face in that moment, but he knew they weren't good.

"Nobody told me." He starts rambling, "I only learned I was getting married ... less than two days ago? And while I'm sure you're nice, I didn't choose this either. My parents found out where I was staying had no women in town, but I know they would have found any reason to drag me back ho- here. Back here. And, really, you're nice but i- I-"

"My name is Zoe Mus." She cuts him off with a look of pure relief dripping down her face. "And I was told you were returning from a business trip early due to threats on your life, and that's why the wedding is happening so quickly."

He really wishes he could be surprised by that, but his parents would never admit anything they did was anything less than perfection. If they did, it was always for a very good reason. Their child coming home after being gone for so long, wearing those clothes? To hide him from the assassins, of course. Any lashing out? Those that come close to death are always a bit jumpy and odd. It's not unheard of. If he runs? Kidnapped by those killers and ready to be ransomed for money, a reward to whoever catches him.

He's really not getting out of this.

Well. At least he can make sure Zoe and her lover can be happy. He can even cover their tracks for them when they leave.

"You can call me Karl Jacob." He smiles wobbly at her confused expression. "I spell it with a k, not a c."

"Karl," she says with a thick layer of amusement in her voice as she moves a tray with wine and cheese onto the table next to them, "I'm sorry for grabbing you earlier. I made some in the moment assumptions, and I'm glad to see they were wrong." She pours them both a glass of wine and grabs half of the cheddar slices off the platter.

"Now, Mr. Jacob," Zoe declares as they settle back in the chair, "why don't you tell me about yourself and the town you were staying at? How life threatening was it really?"

Karl laughs. He truly fully laughs as the stress of everything gets a little bit lighter at the prospect of being able to share the stories of Lazarus with someone.

"Well, which townsfolk should I start with? The bandits, the cannibal, or the demon?"

He smiles, even as his heart aches for all the people he'll never see again.

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Misery loves company! Welcome to our newest character, Zoe Mus!

I hope you enjoyed this next chapter of the story! Things are really looking bad, but at least Karl has a new friend to keep him company! In the next chapter, we get to check in with our two lovable bandits! I'm sure they're having a great time right now! :D

I know I said I'd try for a more consistent tone, but shifting between past and present tense is how I write panicking and dissociation! I'll figure it out eventually.

Please send in asks about Zoe Mus and their lover, Fionn Flynn, a fox baker! Anything you can think of!

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legendary-defender-of-fandoms · 25 days

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Guess what? It’s Vanellope’s turn

So, one of the chief complaints that gets tossed around about RBTI is how Vanellope “went Turbo” by abandoning Sugar Rush for Slaughter Race. And while I get some of the criticism, I have to push back on some points.

Folks say that gamers will notice Vanellope’s absence & get the game unplugged for good. First, she’s been missing for at least a decade and no one noticed. Second, her outfit & kart don’t match ANY of her pictures on the game console and no one cared. Third, KING CANDY’S gone and his death didn’t lead to the game being unplugged. That’s the power of the Random Racer Roster - no one notices if an old character disappears or if a new character is added. They think it’s just chance.

Turbo forced himself into Roadblasters & Sugar Rush, completely hijacking the latter’s programming to make himself the guy in charge. Vanellope was INVITED to stay in Slaughter Race.

While the movie clearly meant to make it a stupid joke about “Oh, those Disney princesses, always wanting Something More,” we can’t forget that Vanellope was abused, ostracized, and mistreated during her Glitch decade. If Wreck-it Ralph was a standalone movie, it’d be ok if she took charge in the end but became a benevolent ruler so no one would experience the pain she had to suffer because the movie was 90 minutes long & folks needed to get home for work the next day. But with a sequel, it’s not out of the question for Vanellope to need some time & space away from Sugar Rush to figure things out. MAYBE she’ll come back someday, MAYBE she’ll stay in Slaughter Race forever, but she deserves a break.

So, no, I don’t have a problem with Vanellope wanting to expand her horizons and try some new things.

IN THEORY.

In RBTI, however, the execution was incredibly flawed. The press leading up to this movie said the story was meant to be akin to friends going their separate ways for school, one friend being ready to move on while the other stayed behind. But the film made it feel like Vanellope was trading up, not moving forward. The whole thing went out of its way to make Ralph the worst possible choice for Vanellope, replacing him in her life with Shank.

And I’m not hating on Shank. She was clearly made to capitalize on Gal Gadot while Gal Gadot was a marketable star, and the character doesn’t do anything to try to one-up Ralph in the Surrogate Parent department. It’s all the narrative’s doing.

Oh, Vanellope said “Cool” to Ralph living in the garbage once and Ralph kind of trauma-dumped about how living in the garbage sucks ass? Well, Shank & her friends live in a super-cool dystopian dumpster fire & they think it’s AWESOME!

What’s that? Ralph & Vanellope spent a long time baking her first kart, which didn’t look anything like the perfect sample kart but Vanellope loved anyway because it was HERS & her love for her imperfect kart gave Ralph a sense of pride for doing something right for the first time in his life as well as recognition that perfection is overrated? Then the two bonded more as Ralph helped Vanellope learn how to drive & unlocked her dormant driving skills? Well, Shank just GAVE Vanellope her own race car during an Alan Menken musical number & they flew through the sky, so same thing really.

And again, Ralph’s character was COMPLETELY ASSASSINATED to make him look worse compared to Shank! They went back to his stupid beta version from the deleted scenes that was super whiny, kind of gross, and impressively stupid so Shank would look smarter, sleeker, and more put-together. They made him throw a temper tantrum outside of eBay when he didn’t understand the rules of bidding & blubber like a baby when he got caught trying to steal Shank’s car so Shank would be the more emotionally stable one. HE PURPOSEFULLY CRASHED SLAUGHTER RACE & ALMOST KILLED VANELLOPE so no one would want to see her stick with his clingy, insecure ass.

And this “Vanellope traded up” vibe continues in other media. Like the “Sugar Rush Racers” books I mentioned before. Vanellope spends MAYBE five off-page minutes with Ralph before he takes a nap & the other Sugar Rush Racers ask Vanellope if they can join her in Slaughter Race for a bit. Then during the story, Vanellope’s always referencing either the Disney Princesses (which she apparently does a LOT according to the other Racers’ reactions) or her new life with the Slaughter Race characters. There’s ONE mention of that time Ralph was WILLING TO DIE TO SAVE HER LIFE, but that’s it. No mention of making her kart together, no talk of their heart-to-heart in Diet Cola Mountain, no acknowledgement of the training montage or the time he trashed her kart because he thought he was saving her life, then his going back later to apologize & really help her get her life back by winning the race. Nothing. Almost like their adventures together meant nothing. And there’s no mention of OTHER adventures they might’ve shared between movies, despite the Sugar Rush Racers casually mentioning the time King Candy banished two of the recolor racers (which opens a WHOLE can of worms about why he didn’t just do that with Vanellope, or kill her outside Sugar Rush before trying to delete her code & reprogram himself into the game, but whatever). And at the end of the second book, when the Racers are told they can go back to the arcade, Vanellope says she wants to spend “a hot minute” with Ralph before going back to Shank & her crew in Slaughter Race. Implying they’re her REAL family.

WHAT

THE

ACTUAL

FUCKITY

FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I truly believe if the authors of the books COULD have left even the mention of Ralph out, they would’ve. He has been thoroughly Scrappy Doo’d by Disney, and it fucking HURTS!!!! HE’S THE REASON VANELLOPE EXISTS!!!!!!! AND THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL HIM!!!!!!!

And still, I need to know why? Why does Disney hate him? Why does Disney want US to hate him? WHY are they trying to bury him?!!!?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED DURING PRODUCTION OF THIS STUPID CURSED SEQUEL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

#disney #wreck it Ralph #wir #ralph breaks the internet #rbti #vanellope von schweetz #I’m still not over this #excuse me while I scream into the void for another month #why won’t this stupid IP leave me alone?#why can’t I move on to my new hyperfixations in peace?

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lovelyleclercs · 1 year

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Chaotic Christmas Time- CS55

Carlos Sainz x Fem!Reader

-> Carlos decides its time to introduce you to his family for the first time, but it's not a Sainz family gathering without a bit of chaos.

word count: 2426

warnings: not proof read

A/N: Carlos being overprotective... wowza

As you stood in the mirror at the end of the hallway, you stared back at your own reflection, trying to find any possible imperfection in your outfit, makeup, and hair.

You had been dating Carlos for nearly six months now, but due to all of the traveling and chaos that comes with being an F1 driver, he had never had the opportunity to introduce you to his family- until tonight.

Every year, Carlos’ parents held a christmas party for the entire Sainz family to attend and this year, you were lucky enough to have gotten an invite. When Carlos had first sprung the idea on you, you were a bit hesitant. After all, you would be meeting his entire family at this party- not just his parents and siblings- but after a bit of convincing on Carlos’ end, you had finally agreed.

You had spent a good chunk of the past two or so weeks trying to put together the perfect outfit for this special occasion. You had gone to several different stores, searching for something that spoke to you. It wasn’t until late last night when you had gone to the last store you could think of that you finally found the perfect dress.

The dress was a dark green- one that matched your skin tone perfectly- and fell just above your knee. The sleeves were puffed, giving it a more formal look, but not too formal, which was exactly what you were going for.

After finding the dress, you were on a time crunch to find a matching pair of shoes to complete the outfit. Thankfully enough, you had found a pair of nude heels in the window of the store right next to the one you purchased the dress from, and they had matched the dress almost perfectly.

As you stared into the mirror, you had begun to get lost in your thoughts.

What if they don’t like me?

What if they convince Carlos I’m not the one for him?

What if they think I'm bad for him?

“You’re in your head again, mi amor. They’re going to love you, I promise” Carlos said as his hands sat perfectly on your waist while his lips pressed a gentle yet intimate kiss to the crook of your neck.

You smiled a little and looked at him through the mirror, your negative thoughts disappearing the moment your eyes met his. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better about tonight”

Carlos spun you around so that you were facing him before placing both of his hands on your cheeks. “My family is so excited to meet you. They always ask about you when I call, they always mention how happy they are to see me so happy, they don’t care what you look like or how you dress, hermosa. All they care about is the fact that you make me happy, which you do, so they are also happy.”

You sighed and stared into his eyes for a moment, feeling a moment of comfort wash over you. “What if they don’t like me though? What if they think I'm not the girl for you…”

“Well if they so desire to think that, then they may, but I know you’re the girl for me, so I don’t really care what their opinions are”

You smiled a little and wrapped your arms around his neck gently, rubbing the back of his neck with your thumb. “You mean that? You wouldn’t dump me even if your family thought I was wrong for you?”

“Don’t be silly, darling. Of course I wouldn’t dump you. I love you and that’s all that matters, no?”

You nodded a little and kissed him gently, all of your nerves melting away for the few seconds that your lips were locked with his.

“Are you ready to go then, mi amor?” Carlos asked, holding his hand out to you.

“As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose,” you said as you took his hand.

You had spent the entire care ride to Carlos’ parents house fidgeting in some way- bouncing your leg, picking at your nails, twirling your hair- literally doing anything you could do to get your nerves to calm down just a little.

Carlos turned the car off and turned towards you, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “Remember what we talked about ten minutes ago?”

You nodded a little and looked up at him. “I know, it’s just overwhelming.. I have about 25-45 people in there that I have to please tonight.. It’s a lot at once, you know?”

Carlos smiled a little and squeezed your hand tightly. “If it helps you any, you’re the first girl I've ever brought home to meet my parents. I’ve never felt serious enough with anyone else to have my mother and father meet them.”

You smiled a little, looking back up into those beautiful brown eyes once more. “Really? I’m the first girl to meet your family?”

“Yes, the first and hopefully the last, too.”

You smiled a little and took a deep breath. “That’s sweet, guapo. Really sweet.”

Carlos placed a kiss on your temple before giving your hand another quick squeeze. “We should probably head inside now before my mom comes out here and drags us inside. What do you think?”

You laughed a little and unbuckled your seatbelt. “Let's get going then.”

The walk up the driveway to the front door was dark and a bit chilly- super cold, but cold for Spain’s standards. When the two of you approached the front door, Carlos opened it slowly, stepping inside before you, his hand still in yours as you followed closely behind him.

The whole house went crazy when he walked in, everyone swarming around him to give him a hug and say hello, breaking your hand apart from his which left you standing awkwardly by the front door.

You watched as a few of them glanced over at you, saying nothing with their eyes or their mouths as they did so. It made you nervous- really nervous.

When the chaos had finally calmed down and everyone had gotten their hugs and hellos from Carlos, Carlos walked over to you and grabbed your hand gently. “I’m sorry about that, hermosa. They can be a bit wild at times. Hand me your coat, I'll hang it up and then I'll introduce you to everyone, sounds good?”

You nodded and handed Carlos your sweater, watching as he hung it up on the coat rack beside his light jacket.

After hanging up the sweater, Carlos kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand before walking around the corner and into the living room where everyone was sitting. “Mama, papa, everyone else, i’d like you to meet my girlfriend, y/n.”

Reyes was the first person to get up off of the couch, making her way over to you quickly, pulling you into a hug before you even got the chance to say nice to meet you. “Oh darling, it’s so lovely to finally meet you. Carlos has said so much about you, you make him so happy and for that I am so grateful”

You smiled a little and hugged her back. “I try my best to make Carlos as happy as he makes me.. It’s nice to finally meet you, too. I can tell he gets a lot of his charm from you, Reyes.”

“Oh please, call me mama” Reyes said with a warm and inviting smile, making you feel welcomed into the family already.

“Welcome to the family, sweetie. It’s nice to finally meet the girl Carlos never stops talking about” Carlos Sr. said with a laugh. “Please, call me papa” he said as he held his arms out for a hug.

You smiled and gave him a hug, already feeling like you fit right in. “it’s nice to meet you too, papa.”

“Well, come on in, make yourself at home. Appetizers and drinks are in the kitchen, a little bit of a pre-warning, the Sainz family tends to get extremely chaotic at times, so beware of that. Other than that, enjoy, let me know if you need anything at all!” Reyes said with a smile before returning back to her seat on the couch.

Carlos came up behind you and put his hand on your waist gently. “Let's go see what mama made in the kitchen” he whispered, his hand traveling to find yours, interlocking them together.

You followed Carlos to the kitchen, looking around at all of the home decor that was displayed, including a few photos of Carlos when he was younger.

“Ah yes, mama made all of the good stuff. Are you hungry? Do you want a plate?”

You shook your head a little and gave Carlos a small smile. “No, I'm alright, thanks. I still feel like i'm going to throw up from being so nervous about meeting your family”

Carlos laughed a little and placed a quick peck on your lips. “They absolutely loved you, though. So you have nothing to be nervous about anymore, mi amor.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around Carlos’ neck, forcing him to put his plate down. “I know, i’m not nervous now, but my adrenaline is still running high from all of the nerves I had five minutes ago”

Carlos put his hands on your waist and brushed your nose with his. “You know I think you’re turning me soft”

“Soft? What the hell does that mean?” you asked, the laughter you could no longer contain filling the kitchen.

“I never used to be so in love with a girl that I wanted to brush noses with her. They only do stuff like that in the cheesy romance movies”

You rolled your eyes and laughed before kissing him “you really have gone soft then, huh?”

Carlos laughed and grabbed your hand “come on, let's go find a place to sit out there”

You followed Carlos out to the living room where he was able to find one empty chair. When Carlos sat down, he patted his hand on his thigh, indicating for you to come sit down in his lap.

Once you sat down and adjusted your dress to make sure you weren't flashing anyone, you wrapped one of your arms around Carlos’ neck and turned your attention towards his family who had been talking amongst themselves for the most part.

“So, Y/N, how did you and Carlos meet?”

You smiled a little, taking a small sip of your wine before you were ready to answer his aunt’s question. “We met at the grocery store, actually. It’s a bit embarrassing, I had just moved back to Spain after living in London for a few years for work and I had run to the grocery store just down the road, I didn’t think I needed much, so I didn’t grab a buggy… cart.. Whatever they are called here” you said with a little laugh. “Carlos just so happened to be shopping at the same store, saw I was struggling with carrying all of my items and offered me to put my things in his cart. After that, he helped me put my things into my car and slipped his number into one of the bags…”

“Well, they don’t call him a smooth operator for nothing, I suppose,” his aunt said with a laugh.

You laughed a little and took another sip of your wine, feeling much more relaxed now than you had been all day.

“So what do you do for work, then? You mentioned you lived in london for work but now you moved back to spain”

“Well I was working as a finance lawyer in London, but I realized that it wasn’t the job I wanted to pursue any longer. It was only supposed to be a temporary job in the first place. Now, I’m doing some studies in hopes of becoming something in fashion…hopefully a designer of sorts”

“Carlos must have a type, this is the third girl he's had who has been involved in fashion. Wasn’t that girl.. What was her name.. Elizabeth? Wasn’t she a model and designer for a certain fashion brand?”

You smiled sadly, looking down at Carlos, waiting for him to respond.

“Tia, whoever I dated in the past is not relevant to now. Nobody compares to y/n, so stop trying to make comparisons, please.” Carlos said sternly, his grip on his drink getting tighter as he grew more and more frustrated.

“I’m sorry, Carlos. I didn’t mean it as a comparison. I just noticed a pattern, that’s all.”

You rubbed the back of his neck with your thumb in an effort to calm him down a bit. “It’s alright. Enough about my work though, I’d prefer not to talk about it on my days off, I think i’m going to go grab another glass of wine, Carlos would you mind showing me where you got this wine from?”

Carlos nodded and got up after you, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen. When you got into the kitchen, the sounds of everyone talking amongst themselves finally turning into silence, you pulled Carlos close to you and placed a hand on his cheek. “What made you so upset out there? I’ve never seen you get angry at a comment like that before…”

Carlos sighed and placed his hands on your waist. “She tried to compare you to everyone before you, as if she even met them, which she didn’t. You are so unique and everything I feel with you is real… unlike the women before you. You are so different from all of my exes and I hate that she is trying to say you are similar..”

You smiled a little, noticing how overprotective Carlos was being not only of your feelings, but his too. “You and I both know the truth, that should be all that matters, right?”

Carlos nodded a little and sighed. “I’m sorry, my aunt usually always says something that gets on someone's nerves… I’m surprised the family hasn’t broken out into a fight yet”

Right after finishing his sentence, the entire living room burst into a shouting match, everyone yelling about something you couldn’t quite understand. Carlos shook his head and sighed before putting his wine glass back down. “I stand corrected… how about we get out of here and go get dinner somewhere else?”

You laughed and kissed him gently before nodding. “Yeah, that sounds perfect, let's go.”

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andorerso · 11 months

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Hi! I'm taking an opportunity you presented and I'm asking for more of your story: let the cat out of the bag. I adore it and would like more of it!

A sequel to this AU with some more adventures of Mimi the Cat! Thanks for the prompt, I hope you like this <3

Summary: Five months after they started dating, Jyn gets cold feet and tries to run from her feelings. Naturally, Mimi is not happy about this.

OR, how Mimi saves this relationship for the second time.

Jyn has prepared a little box with all of Cassian’s things she could find: a pair of socks, two shirts, a toothbrush, a razor, shaving cream, his favorite shampoo, one of his cookbooks… She didn’t realize how much stuff he’d kept at her place, growing roots in her home the same way he’d sneaked into her life. Slowly, steadily, subtly. And so thoroughly, she doesn’t know how to cut him out.

She hesitates when it comes to the blue shirt she loved to sleep in, running her fingers across the soft material like it was his skin.

A clean break would be better, right? No need to torture herself with old memories. This would be hard as it is…

Jyn puts the shirt in the box and slams the lid shut. It sits on the living room table all day, taunting her, while Mimi squats under the couch, unwilling to even look in her direction.

Fair enough. She doesn’t really want to look at herself either right now.

Cassian is stopping by soon to collect his things, and then it’ll be over.

She shouldn’t complain. She’s the one who ended things after all. Still, the finality of it squeezes her lungs so tight that she has to stop and remember to breathe. They dated only for five months; it shouldn’t feel like this. He shouldn’t be such an integral part of her that she can’t go on without him. It was meant to be just some harmless fun. But she’d underestimated how much this would hurt.

Seeing Cassian on her doorstep doesn’t help. The face that once put a smile on her lips now makes her want to curl up in a ball and cry while she eats ice cream out of a box like those women in romantic comedies during the second act fallout.

Except this is no movie. She doesn’t expect a grand reunion at the end of all this.

Jyn leads him to the living room, ignoring the memories of all the times she’s done that only to grab him by the collar and pull him down on the couch to fool around. It’s more or less how their first kiss went, right on that couch with half a dozen notebooks open in front of them and forgotten for the night as her legs wrapped around him and his hands slid under her shirt.

Then, a couple of months of unattached sex, or so they had said until Mimi had meddled in her own strange, brilliant way and made them admit their feelings for each other. And so they’d begun dating, five months of bliss Jyn had never experienced before. Not perfect, no, but imperfect in a way that was just right.

Oh, she remembers thinking one night as she played with Cassian’s hair while he slumbered peacefully next to her. So this is what people write all those poems about.

Looking back now, that realization might have been the beginning of the end. Because this is what she does, she runs. When things get too real, she cuts the cord and disappears. Leaves behind a string of broken hearts, but none of them her own.

Except this time, it feels more like she severed her own hand rather than whatever cord tied them together. Cassian left, but the cord stretched taut and continued to tug her towards him while she slowly bled out from her self-inflicted wound.

Now here they are. All those months, and they can barely stand to look at each other. Pathetic.

A scratching sound interrupts her train of thought as Mimi finally pulls herself out from under the couch. Of course she would, now that he’s here. Little traitor.

With a single, drawn-out meow, she runs to Cassian and greets him by rubbing her small body against his leg while she trots around him in circles. The twitch of his lips as he looks down at her is Jyn’s first glimpse behind the calm mask he donned.

Her heart squeezes. Damn it. He’s always loved her stupid cat to irrationality. Once, she joked that the real love story was not between her and Cassian, but between Mimi and Cassian. Cassian laughed and kissed her forehead while he continued to rub Mimi between her ears.

“It can be both,” he said.

Well, she’s effectively ended both as well.

Cassian leans down to stroke his hand against Mimi’s white fur a couple of times, a sight so familiar that Jyn has to dig her nails into her palm to keep her composure. The cord tugs harder but she digs her heels into the ground and refuses to budge. She can’t go back now.

Cassian doesn’t linger as long as he normally would. He straightens up, despite the displeased yowl Mimi lets out, and gives Jyn a look of apprehension.

She jerks her head towards the box on the table. “That’s all I could find.”

Her voice is strained with things she doesn’t want to admit. Like how much she’s missed him in just the week they’ve been separated, how she isn’t actually sure she’s making the right choice, how scared she is to never see him again…

What would he say if she told him all that?

Cassian picks up the box, ruffling through its contents. He has nothing to give back to her. They spent more time at her apartment because of Mimi, but the realization still gives her pause. Had she really been so closed off that she wouldn’t even bring over a toothbrush? Had she been holding him at arm’s length all this time without knowing it?

“Thanks.” He clears his throat as he closes the lid shut, gives her a fleeting glance. He’s unable to hold her gaze for too long. His face is smooth as marble, but the tension in his posture is obvious. “Well, I should just…” He trails off, gesturing towards the door.

“Right.”

Neither of them moves. They stand in awkward silence, waiting for the other to say something, fix things, be honest. But she can’t make her voice work. If that was so easy, she wouldn’t be here to begin with.

Cassian snaps out of it first. He turns away, heading for the door, and Jyn knows the window has closed. No takebacks now. She follows him with a heavy heart, watches silently as he pulls on his coat and prepares to walk out of her life. Will they go back to strangers now like they’d never known each other? Will he nod at her politely on the street or turn away with a frown? Will it still mean anything to him a year from now?

He pulls the door open, and Jyn loses her composure. “Cassian —”

Before she even finishes saying his name, he’s already stopped and turned to face her again. One hand on the doorknob, he waits, patiently, for her to speak. But with those dark eyes that miss nothing watching her, she loses her nerve again, and the words get stuck in her throat. Whatever those words even were.

Don’t go? I’m sorry? Can we talk about this?

As Jyn hesitates and Cassian waits, Mimi, who’s followed them to the foyer, slips between his legs and runs out the door.

“Shit!” Jyn takes off after her without a second thought, but the little devil is far too fast for her own good and is already sprinting down the stairs at the end of the hallway. “Mimi, stop!”

She can hear Cassian fumble with something in her apartment, but she doesn’t stop, taking stairs two at a time as she tries to catch up with Mimi.

It’s no use. By the time she reaches the ground floor, Mimi is nowhere to be seen, and the single mom from the second floor is blinking at her in surprise, holding the main door open.

“She just ran out, I didn’t see —”

Jyn doesn’t dignify that with a response, tearing out into the street and blinking helplessly at the busy neighborhood. It’s the typical picture: people rushing by on their phones, cars honking, drivers yelling, a baby crying in a stroller, a street musician on the other side playing his guitar… The noise feels oppressive.

Now what? She looks left, she looks right. Mimi could have gone in any direction. And with the amount of traffic they have in this area…

Her heart racing, Jyn takes deep breaths and tries not to panic. Too late. She’s not prepared to deal with this. Sure, she often jokes about Mimi being her heartless little devil cat, but it’s nothing but affectionate teasing. Mimi’s her baby and she can’t imagine her life without her. She’s never run away before; she isn’t an outdoor cat. If something happens… if they can’t find her…

Cassian arrives behind her, but Jyn’s still scanning the crowd, hoping to catch a flash of white fur.

“Is she gone?”

“I…” She can’t finish her words, a ball lodged in her throat.

Cassian grips her shoulders and turns her to face him, but she’s too distraught to even feel the burn of his touch.

“Hey, don’t panic. She must be nearby.” He sounds so sure, but Jyn knows he’s only trying to reassure her. Well, she’s gonna let him. Eyes locked on Cassian, she nods and tries to believe him.

Mimi couldn’t have gotten that far, right? She was just pissed at Jyn for sending Cassian away, a fact she’s already made clear in the past week. She was playing the part of an angry teenager running away from home to piss off her parents. Very dramatic. Very unnecessary. But she’d come back.

She has to.

“I locked your door,” Cassian continues, producing a key from his pocket that he hands to her. “Come on, I’ll help you look.”

“You don’t have to,” Jyn begins feebly, but nothing sounds worse than the thought of doing this on her own. Luckily, Cassian sees right through her bullshit. He sends her a look that says he isn’t willing to argue about this, and Jyn’s heart swells with appreciation.

“We’ll find her, I promise.”

xxx

The sun starts to set, casting the sky in pink and orange hues, and Mimi is still missing.

Jyn is beginning to lose hope of ever seeing her beloved cat again. More and more nefarious possibilities of what might have happened circle her like dark clouds before a storm, and she can’t push them down anymore. What if she was attacked by a dog, what if she was hit by a car, what if someone saw her, thought she was cute, and picked her up to take her home, what if what if what if

Cassian tries to keep her spirits high, but he’s fighting a losing battle.

“She’ll turn up,” he insists, always so determined, as they make their way back to her apartment building. “We can print some posters, post it on social media —” he goes on but Jyn doesn’t want to hear it.

It all begins to build in her chest; breaking up with Cassian, the shitty days at work, the sleepless nights, the endless cycle of repetition… Now this. She can’t lose Mimi too, she just can’t.

She doesn’t know how to survive without both of them.

“Stop!” Jyn bursts out just as they reach her apartment building, then buries her face in her hands. Cassian clams up, but she can feel his worried gaze boring into her. “Everything sucks!”

With that, she dramatically plops down on the front steps, removing her hands from her face to rub at her temples. Everything sucks is an understatement, but she doesn’t have the words to describe the heavy weight sitting on her chest. Tears prick at her eyes, and it takes all her energy to keep them at bay. Crying in public in front of your ex-boyfriend was not on the agenda today.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Cassian hesitating for a second before he joins her.

“You wanna go upstairs? Rest a little?”

“No.”

“Okay. How about those posters then? I can make them if you want.”

“I can make them myself!” she snaps, angrier than she should be.

“Okay. Do you want me to go then?”

“No.”

“Right.” Cassian clears his throat and falls silent. For a while, neither of them speaks as they stare out at the street while the night grows darker around them. Clearly, she’s sending mixed signals here. She should say something. Tell him that he can go, that he’s already done enough. She can handle it from here. But she isn’t sure she can. Selfishly, she doesn’t want to let him go yet — because then, she’ll be truly alone.

No cat, no boyfriend. Just Jyn in her all too empty apartment with nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company.

“Hey…” It’s Cassian’s gentle voice that pulls her back to the present and makes her realize those damn tears leaked from her eyes anyway. And now she can’t stop. She wipes at her face furiously, sniffing, but they keep falling, and when Cassian reaches for her hand and pulls her into his arms, she doesn’t fight it.

She buries her face in his shoulder and lets herself weep for a few seconds. Cassian’s arm circles around her waist, one hand rhythmically stroking her hair. He doesn’t say anything, but she’s glad, preferring his silent but solid presence over meaningless words of reassurance. It doesn’t erase the ache in her chest but calms her down long enough to stop sobbing and pull herself together.

“I’m sorry,” she says when she pulls away, wiping at her eyes. Despite their five-month-long relationship, it’s only the second time she let herself cry around him. She doesn’t think Cassian would judge her or make fun of it, but it’s hard to override two decades worth of self-preservation instincts. Don’t show weakness, don’t show vulnerability, don’t give them ammo to hurt you; it’s always been one of her most important rules.

But it’s also why she broke up with him, isn’t it? She’s never considered that you can’t build a relationship on mistrust because she’s never had any that mattered. Now she has to figure out if she could unlearn those habits and keep Cassian, or let him go for good.

“And not just for sniveling all over you,” Jyn continues, speaking slowly as she thinks about what she wants to tell him and how to say it. “I’m sorry for chasing you away. I was just… I was…”

“You got scared,” Cassian finishes for her, getting to the heart of the matter without preamble. Jyn’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He lifts a shoulder, a quiet huff on his lips that almost sounds amused. “I know you. Better than you think. Better than you probably want me to.”

“I… That’s not true. I want you to know me.” She can understand how it might not seem that way, but it’s true. Deep in her heart, she wants nothing more than to be seen and understood by him. It’s just all that fear getting in the way, whispering cruel things in her ear and making her question herself. You’re not good enough for him. He doesn’t want you like you want him. He’s not going to stick around forever. It’s better to cut your losses now while you can. Leave him before he can leave you.

Her armor may have protected her for years, but it’s now become the number one enemy working against her.

“But if you knew,” Jyn begins, her mouth pulling into a frown, “why didn’t you say anything?”

Cassian’s gaze drops to his lap. “Jyn, I can’t force you to want to be with me. I can’t force you not to run. You have to figure that out for yourself. I thought… if you’re ready, you’ll come back.”

“And if I’m not?” she asks, a strange tremor in her voice.

“Then you’re not.” He looks up, and his dark brown eyes and long eyelashes mesmerize her for a second. He’s so close, so warm, so pretty; she has to ball her hands into fists to keep from reaching out. Touching him has become natural like breathing. She doesn’t know how to quit it, quit him.

Fuck, it’s not fair. How is she expected to think clearly when he’s watching her like that? Fantasizing about kissing him breathless is not a productive train of thought at the moment.

“I want to be with you, but it has to be your choice to come back.”

So maybe it’s hormones. Maybe it’s the way he looks at her, maybe it’s his smell, his warmth, his magnetism, maybe it’s that she doesn’t want to be stuck behind her castle walls anymore. Safe but alone.

Or maybe it’s the way she’s struggled to sleep at night, kept awake by the memory of their time together and how happy he’s made her, but she tells him, “I think I can try harder.”

“Jyn, is that Mimi?”

Jyn blinks, surprised by his response for a second. Then she remembers. She isn’t even sure Cassian heard what she said, but when she turns and finds Mimi strutting down the sidewalk towards them like nothing was amiss, all thoughts of their relationship issues escape her brain.

Gasping, Jyn shoots up and runs to snatch Mimi into her arms, hardly daring to believe it. She’s come back. She’s okay. A little dirty, and positively grumpy at being held like this, but otherwise unharmed.

Jyn’s almost lost all hope, and the relief that floods her chest now threatens to bring on another wave of tears. Biting down hard on her lip, she tightens her grip around Mimi and breathes in deeply. She’s cried enough today.

“Where have you been?” Jyn demands, but her voice is too high and shaky to sound scolding at all. “We’ve been looking all over for you, young lady!”

“Yeah.” Cassian comes to stand beside her, reaching out a hand to rub Mimi under her chin because, as Jyn knows from experience, he just can’t help it. “You scared us.”

Us, Jyn thinks, sending a small smile his way. A team.

Mimi lets out a belligerent meow and starts wiggling in Jyn’s arms. By the way she wags her tail, Jyn knows she’s getting annoyed at being held like this, but tough luck. She’s not letting go until they’re back safe and sound in her apartment. That’s what you get when you run away from home and scare your parents half to death.

Readjusting her grip on Mimi, she turns to Cassian and gives him a tiny, hopeful smile. “You wanna come up for dinner? We can talk some more.”

“That depends.” His eyes sparkle with playfulness. “Are you cooking?”

Jyn lets a bark of laughter. “I can be convinced to leave the task to you.”

“In that case, I’m right behind you.”

As he always has been.

Hiding her smile, Jyn turns and leads the way back to her apartment. She’s taken the leap, she’s chosen to fight, and she’s never been one to back down from a challenge. So screw the insidious voices whispering in her ear; she’s not going to let them win and cost her something important.

She has her cat, and she has her almost-boyfriend, and she’s ready to give this another shot.

#replies #anonymous #rebelcaptain #my fics #therebelcaptainnetwork #dailyrebelcaptain #mimi the cat #rogue one #mimi deserves a damn gold medal #she's basically their relationship therapist #she's not gonna be a child of divorce not on her watch

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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I want to see it

Word Count: 517

Summary: In which she thought it was an imperfection on her skin

Pairing: Sunoo X reader

The amount of hats and bandanas accumulating in her room was ridiculous, but how else would she hide the mark on her head.

She didn’t at first, going through her elementary school life just allowing it to be seen, but her parents hated it, they didn’t like seeing it making her wear hats and bandanas anything to cover it so they didn’t have to see it, in their eyes it was an imperfection on her skin and they didn’t want to be reminded their daughter wasn’t perfect. So entering middle school she had been conditioned to think it was just a flaw on her skin that nobody wanted to see, she was gifted hats and makeup and any type of accessory to cover her mark.

By highschool she was so used to it that she felt naked without one, feeling like everyone was staring at her, judging her. In college though she met a friend who slowly coaxed her out of the habit of berating herself that way. Today was one of those days, with no accessories adorning her head, her friend dragged her out of her room and out to a nearby coffee shop leaving her to place the order before quickly rushing off to the bathroom.

The woman huffed, mumbling about how she didn’t even want to come and now she was left to pay? She placed her order and turned to take a seat when her forehead collided with anothers.

“Oh God!” They both groaned, moving to hold their heads in pain.

“I’m sorry!” the words came out in unison, making a light chuckle erupt from the both.

“Hey girl, are you okay?” Her friend gasped as they approached the situation, moving to look at the contact point, “Wha-?” they asked confusedly before looking at the guy in front of them, “Hey did you by any chance have a mark on your face? Like where you guys collided, was there a mark on your skin?”

“Yea.” He said unsurely, watching as the person pulled out their phone, pulling up the front camera and turning it to face him, taking in his clear skin was a shock. He had that mark his whole life and it's just gone?

“Wait what?” He gasped, backing up slightly from the overwhelming shock, the friend turned the camera to her now and showedd her that her mark had also disappeared.

“What happened?”

“I think you guys have a soul bond where it creates a mark on your skin wherever you guys touch first.” They explained, before humming intrigued, “Grab hands, if you feel your skin heat up and your pulse starts speeding up you’re soulmates.”

And so they did.

“Do you have a picture with you, with your mark? I’d really like to see you with a mark of our bond.” Sunoo grinned, his smile warming her heart, so did his interest. Within the past 20 minutes after holding hands to test the bond, she had been drowned in compliments from the boy who just couldn’t stop rambling in his excitement, not that she minded, she adored the habit.

#enha imagines #enhypen au #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #kim sunoo x reader #kim sunoo imagines #sunoo x reader #sunoo imagines #kpop scenarioes #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpop boys #idol imagines #idol x reader #idol au

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florallylly · 3 months

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Loved your Steve child model au, esp because it focuses on Steve making his looks part of his personality. I wish the show would go into Steve's injuries more. We know he likes the way he looks and is a bit vain about it. If they never bring up the demobat scars again, what was the point? Because realistically he would struggle with it. Even prior to that his face should be littered with scars, his nose should look a bit wonky. I would love to see him coming to terms with his new look and how he will act because of it. Like you said I feel like Steve thinks beauty is all he has, he doesn't think he's smart enough, all his has is his looks and charms but if that gets taken away who really is he? I know the show won't ever acknowledge Steve's trauma, we would be lucky if the neck scar is visible in s5 but man. Sorry for this rant here

THANK YOU SO MUCH. i have literally been ruminating about this concept for ages, mentally begging someone to catch my brainwaves and write it. but unforch... it hasn't worked. had to get my little brain worm out in the form of word vomit, BUT I AM SO GLAD YOU GET THE VISION.

like he's constantly looking at the mirror pre-stranger things to make sure he's always looking perfect but after billy and starcourt, he can't help but look at the imperfections on his face. i don't think he's stop using mirror TOTALLY but i feel like at a certain point, he'd consider his BODY his appeal.

i think that him striking out in scoops would just validate his feelings about his looks, and make him feel even more like a Loser because could he even trust his fallback anymore? and just the crushing low self esteem because he thinks that all he has is being pretty, and when he loses that, then what is he?

and my theory is that when he does modeling on the side after his parents cut him off, photographers also point out his flaws and some of them end up trying to cover up his scars with make up or take focus away from his face. but he continues on because he Needs the Money. and at least he still has something attractive about him.

WHICH leading to family video, i think that steve would try to change his mannerisms to purposely bring attention to his figure and emphasize what he considers his best asset. only for his thoughts to be validated because he starts getting dates again.

in my heart, i imagine that during this time, he is connected with a photographer who is looking for a model for their art exhibition. and gushing over steve's "unique" look and his "bravery" for continuing to be a model. steve feeling super uncomfortable bc he's so used to trying to bring attention away from his face.

and maybe that photographer focuses on his scars, inspired to tell a story of sorts through their photos. and steve's eye twitching because he feels like a specimen under a microscope, and the focus on his "imperfections" just causes him to spiral a little bit rather than builds his confidence.

and the demobats just take away the last thing he's been able to hold onto. they take away the last thing that could possibly give him value.

and YEAH the show so rarely shows the consequences of trauma, especially when it comes to steve. and it's such a shame that the scars seem to disappear at the start of every season. if season 5 shows steve with ANY scars, i would be immensely surprised (though i think i might not watch season 5...)

ALSO sudden thought: steve harrington's brain trauma leading to migraines, and the bright lights during shoots trigger them. but he's so determined to see this through and prove his worth that he soldiers through. he's popping as much tylenol he can, but he's cold sweating bc the pounding in his head is so intense. and every time he leaves a shoot, he's out of commission for at least a day afterwards.

and i respond to ur rant with a rant <3 BUT YEAH thank you for getting the vision...

#steve harrington #child model au

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s/o has a sexual fantasy to give a dear boy a blowjob with bright red lipstick and leave those vulgar marks there

huhuuuuuuuuuu🛐🫱🏼‍🫲🏼(today is friday and I can stay up until 6 am writing!!!)

you know that any dirty fantasy, for me, involves izuna, so ……. with nothing more to say:

There's something inexplicable about seeing (Y/N) kneeling in front of him that will always drive him crazy, but even more so if it's in a tight party dress and full makeup on her features. His wife is beautiful, gorgeous, talented in everything she does, and the way she applies her foundation without any imperfections, how the contouring enhances her cheekbones, the blush sits on her cheeks, it's all wonderful.

Izuna could spend hours watching her curl her eyelashes, apply highlighter to the bridge of her nose, that lip gloss she loves so much. But his head exploded when his girlfriend confessed about wanting to devour his cock with vibrant red lips, one night of several cocktails and disinhibitions lost behind alcohol.

(Y/N) probably doesn't remember it, but there's no way a statement like that would ever disappear from the Uchiha's mind, and this very night when he saw her getting ready for the party they had to attend, he knew it was his perfect opportunity.

He watched every step of his wife's makeup routine, dressed in his suit and adorned with his most expensive jewelry, but when it came time for her to apply lipstick, Izuna took the audacity to stop her and tell her which one to wear.

Having never intervened in such a way, it is out of pure curiosity that (Y/N) doesn't question it, indulging him and applying the most expensive lipstick she has in her collection, crimson red and thick on her mouth. "Take it in your purse, just in case." Was all the Uchiha said to her before leaving, as if she wasn't going to do it anyway.

The party they had to come to is extremely superficial and pretentious, one of those celebrations that his brother's girlfriend loves to throw against his Aniki's wishes. Izuna learned to put up with them, deal with it, crowded spaces and too many people trying to flaunt wealth, seeking to engage him in awkward conversations just because he is Madara's brother.

Eventually, he found a way of genuinely enjoying himself with thoughts and fantasies, ideas he didn't get a chance to put to the test, until tonight.

The clock strikes twelve, the music plays loudly on the speakers and alcohol swirls from hand to hand, dark atmosphere providing the perfect escape. Izuna dances next to (Y/N), waists intertwined in an obscene style that has them hot from the start. Bodies collide on the dance floor, people giving it all up like there's no tomorrow, and no one notices when the Uchiha takes her to one of the rooms away from the commotion, hiding in the enormous privacy of Madara's house.

They enter the suite with mouths engaged in a fiery kiss, tongues darting back and forth and hands working desperately fast for a common goal. Izuna is sporting a prominent erection from the moment (Y/N) decided to treat him to some good steps, and it's the perfect time to put her lipstick to good use.

"On your knees." He whispers against her lips as he guides her to the floor, shoulders pushed down and a curious glance in his direction. "Time for you to fulfill your fantasy, love." Izuna undoes his belt, and unzipping his fly he pulls down his pants to reveal what he's wearing between his legs.

(Y/N) tries to pretend she doesn't understand, that she knows what she should do, but not what Izuna means by fantasy, of course, until she is fully exposed with her dirty mind in evidence. "Didn't you say you want to paint all over my dick with your lipstick? Go ahead, show me what you've got."

But the Uchiha already knows what she has, an arsenal of tongue movements that could make him come in 2 minutes, yet a good challenge is always what his woman needs to develop confidence and dominance in front of him, seeking to outdo and make him eat his words.

Inhibition disappears when Izuna leaves her in evidence, unable to take refuge, and instead of flinching, she grabs the base of his cock with one hand and squeezes his balls gently with the others, tongue starting from the bottom up "Ah… fuck (Y/N)."

She doesn't leave a single mark at first, and the Uchiha knows that's exactly what she wants. He strokes her hair, delicate as he looks down intently, addicted to how good she looks eating his dick. "Mark it all, eat it whole." It's not a question, and the demanding tone is what sets his girlfriend off on a furious rampage.

She swallows the entirety of his length in one motion, reaching the base with her lips and gagging the way Izuna likes it on his skin, holding the position for as long as she can until sliding back, hand accompanying, and masturbating the rest. The woman provides the necessary lubrication for a good blowjob with her saliva, slippery skin and easy access for her mouth.

She stares him straight in the eye, making sure her boyfriend sees every vibrant red mark painted on his skin before disappearing between her lips, ambitiously devoured by a tongue intent on disarming him beneath it. "You have no idea how pretty you look eating my cock, do you?" he asks agitated, and she could smile if it didn't involve losing the perfect stride she carries.

Izuna holds her hair in a ponytail, grip from the back, and a few strands raining down on the front of her face, soaked with saliva and smeared with lipstick. It's a wonderful scene, and he moves his hips in rhythm with her to let his pelvis find her mouth with each thrust.

(Y/N) releases control, gripping his sack and the base of his cock all at the same time, delicious pressure that makes him see a clear path to what he desires. The hand she leaves on his length acts as a barrier to keep her from drowning in him, but when the Uchiha notices her technique, he picks up a more brutal pace, forcing her to swallow him whole even as she tries not to.

Her hands fall surrendered on the Uchiha’s thighs, squeezing the skin half-covered by his pants and unable to look him in the eyes with the speed he's pushing, eyelids squeezed tightly and constant gagging at the end of her throat. Izuna is unforgiving, and the addiction he gets from seeing his cock covered in that wonderful red lipstick is an exhilarating sensation, impossible to satisfy and beautiful at the same time.

Spit runs down her cheeks and binds her to his cock as Izuna allows her to breathe, taking in puffs of air and spitting the excess liquid on the floor, staining her dress in the act. " Now look at you, all face fucked by me. Aren't you beautiful?" He slaps his cock against her cheeks making her reflexively close her eyes, savoring every second of having her at his feet as he desires.

"Are you going to make me come or what?" Defiantly, Izuna plants himself as if unprepared to let loose completely, struggling internally to stretch this moment out as long as possible, to enjoy this scene in its entirety. It's maddening, and although he wants to fill her mouth with cum, he also wants to see her work for it for at least another hour.

(Y/N) accepts her fate with no problem, and with eyes full of lust she closes one hand over his cock to cup the head with her mouth, unpainted lips sucking and tongue in charge of caressing the underside of it. She moves her head up and down quickly, fingers pressing on that vein Izuna adores and mouth concentrating on what she can cover, her other hand squeezing as hard as he likes on his sack.

It's overwhelming and marvelous, a scene the Uchiha sees in his dirtiest dreams, and nothing seems to matter as he stops holding back the excitement and jumps right into what (Y/N) craves, taking the prize in her mouth and not leaving a drop out.

#uchiha izuna x reader #izuna uchiha x reader #izuna x reader #uchiha izuna #izuna #izuna uchiha #uchiha clan #naruto imagines #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto founders #naruto x reader

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eridanidreams · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon, @violenceandviolets, and @artemis-crimson

Since I posted an actual chapter for stars today, the WIP is from my other ongoing work, The Odysseus Gambit.

“Where the hell did all these come from?” Jensen swatted away another with a snarl. He’d been getting steadily more irritated over the past hour; she wasn’t all that thrilled about the situation, either.

“Wetlands,” she growled. “Mosquitoes. Pretty simple math.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” he muttered, quietly enough that she decided just to ignore it.

“I’ve got insect repellent in my pack,” she said instead, ruthlessly controlling her annoyance. “Let me find us a place for a break—it’s about lunch time anyway—and I’ll crack it out.” She took a few more steps, and her foot plunged through the ground cover, right into an animal burrow. This one was bad enough to twist her entire leg—perfect joints didn’t have the flex of human tendons—and the connection points at her hip ached where unforgiving metal met all-too-imperfect flesh. Now it was her turn to mutter sotto voce imprecations. “Brilliant idea, Sloane. Let’s just go tramping through the biggest haunted forest in the fucking world, it’ll be fun. Radiation? Dangerous wildlife? No problem. We’ll just get eaten by the mutant mosquitoes. Come out at Pripyat as bionic mansquitoes, they’ll make a movie about us.” She yanked her foot out and stomped on. “A bad movie.”

Behind her, Jensen let out a sigh; when he finally spoke up, his tone was a good deal more civil. “Don’t beat yourself up over it,” he advised. “We didn’t have any better options. And—pretty sure you did some of the same reading I did, and none of this is in the official literature.” His voice turned wry. “Or the unofficial literature.”

Before Sloane could make sense of the fact that Jensen had actually said something to her that wasn’t either coldly professional or a barely-concealed insult, the trees thinned to reveal a small clearing up ahead. It was just what she’d been looking for. She was just about to say something when a loud crack echoed through the forest. She and Jensen froze in their tracks; the trees ahead exploded into movement. She relaxed fractionally—that, at least, was something explicable; just a flock of birds, startled by the sound.

The birds emerged into the sunlight, and—“What the hell?” Jensen sounded half-awed, half-disbelieving. She couldn’t fault him for either. They were about the size of a crow, but no crow sported feathers of a dark, metallic blue. Or feathered aerofoils on the legs. Or a whippy, frondlike tail and featherless head covered in a soft, jeweled hide that owed more to a lizard than a bird.

Sloane stared into the sky long after they dwindled into tiny sparkling points and disappeared, her momentary thrill of delight quickly soured by the knowledge that those birds—those creatures—were the product of no natural process she was aware of. Not even the bright spring sunlight could dispel the chill that settled over her, and it was a long several minutes before she ventured out into the meadow ahead.

She pulled out a couple sealed repellent wipes and tossed one to Jensen, then pulled her Tyvek suit down to her waist. “It’s safe enough,” she answered Jensen’s raised eyebrow. “Levels are low and there’s not a lot of dust.” She turned her back to Jensen, pulled her t-shirt off, and methodically applied the repellent to face, neck and chest. Behind her, she heard the sounds of Jensen doing the same thing. Finally, she shoved the used wipe in a pocket of her pack. “You were right,” she finally said. “My gut’s been telling me all along that something’s fucked up here.”

“Archaeopteryx,” Jensen's awed whisper was full of wonder.

#adam jensen #deus ex mankind divided #fanfic #deus ex #sloane delacourt #wip wednesday #eridani writes #what else might be hiding in the Red Forest?

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