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elvisabutler · 2 years

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I am the anon that used your consider against you and I would LOVE a second part😭 it’s heavenly I am so obsessed. Also a tiny indulgence if you have time - could u work in a reference to not using drugs? I’m six months into recovery and I just live knowing people aren’t partiers lol🥺

first off, congrats consider anon! second, i'm glad you enjoyed and consider this the second partish. seriously it's half blurb half ramble. i did honor your indulgence even though i have the reader vape or will have the reader vape in the main story. not necessarily the same thing but figured you deserved a heads up. tw: burn and scar mentioned ( not in a sh way, but could be seen as triggering ), possessiveness, a really unhealthy kind of borderline abusive d/s relationship. the usual stuff when it comes to pa! reader and me in this 'verse. so daddy kink, age difference, d/s.

any way you want me that's how i'll be

consider you always keep a piece of whatever made you your exes' good girl. later on your therapist reminds you that the way you do it is not healthy. yes, we are all bits and pieces of the people around us but you seem to take it to the extreme.

sir and armie's pieces are simple. for sir it was being where he wanted you, where he needed you. always hey, stay home baby girl, i know you hate parties and the drugs that tend to flow at some of them. "you'll be my good girl and stay sober even if you come right?" he asks when you ask if you can come. "of course, sir, how else could we get home?" you answer like uber doesn't exist and still get left behind for the fifth night just this month. armie's is stupidity, it's forgetting to put on your cream so the welt doesn't get scar or the burn cream when the wax did just the wrong amount of damage. your therapist always makes a face at the two small scars you have from it. austin does too.

papi is- was- papi is this never ending desire to hear that you're doing good, that you're following his directions so well and that he loves you. it's wanting to not have to beg so much for the smallest crumbs of things and feel guilty. "angel, you're being needy, did i not give you enough this morning? my good girl isn't this needy. she takes what she's given and waits for papi to give her more." he says one day when your hand scratches at his head, messing up his hair after a scene. "not in public, angel." "sorry papi, i just- i just wanted to touch you." you murmur pulling your hand away the shame threatening to eat away at you. "just don't do it again." he will not let you take his angel wing collar when you break up. he still sends you pictures of it from time to time. those are the days you have a panic attack after his phone calls.

with père it's different. it's keeping lessons you learn in such a short period of time that you realize he's ether a very good teacher or you are a phenomenal student. it's relearning that asking for things is a good thing. that your dom can't know what you want if you don't ask for it, if you don't fully consent to it. it's learning you have more power than you know in the hands of the right person to fit you. it's being told that you're a good girl for drinking your water even if it's in the form of coffee. "it's water, père, just bean flavored." you grin. "never refer to coffee as such again, please, ma belle." he asks looking truly and honestly horrified. it's all that and more even if when you meet austin there's still things you haven't fully learned. it's getting phone calls and not being forced into them because you can't let go of a man who sought you out when you were a newly turned eighteen and- you fell in love. it's a lot of things and yet it's one singular thing that might be the one thing that bothers and comforts austin all at once.

it starts as everything does in austin's bed with you curled against his chest. for some reason both you and him have taken to leaving your jewelry on the in bed as it gets painful as the rings digging into thighs or chests can sometimes be. at this point you are used to be a pleasure coming from a bit of pain and well what's a little bit more added to the pile. most nights he would play with your necklace almost as if he would like to wrap his hand around your neck again. some nights he does, other nights he chooses to just let it rest after letting his initials imprint on his own thumb.

tonight is not one of those nights, tonight austin's hand- his stupidly ring size large hand is twirling your dove ring. eyeing it as if it holds the secrets to the universe.

"who gave this to you, little dove?" he whispers, pulling your hand up and placing a kiss on the ring. "it wasn't your parents, right?"

"no, daddy. my mom would never get me something as in your face like this. same with my dad before he died." you pause, taking a moment to nuzzle at austin's chest. "are you sure you want to know? it might make you mad."

"at you, dove? doubt it." he lets go of your hand to touch your face. "please?"

"père, satnin." you choose that moment to call austin by one of your nicknames for him, knowing austin wouldn't work and- daddy felt so strange to be saying after admitting you wear a piece of jewelry your last ex gave you.

"keep it, ma belle. It was a gift and I would be insulted if you gave it back." he tells you when you move to take it off as he helps you pack your luggage.

"but i'm not yours any more, père." you reply confused to the very core of your being. papi had made you take off your collar and he kept it. pere had never given you a collar, but this- this was close enough. you were supposed to give it back, right?

"that gift was for you to have something of mine to remember me when we were apart. why would that change now? are we not at least friends? do you not want to remember me if i don't call for months?" he pauses. "do you not want to remember me at all, y/n?" he asks using your actual name, a sign that he's serious about wanting to know your answer.

"i need to remember you, i think. i can keep it? you promise? you're not going to ask me to send it back?" you try and keep the desperation out of your voice, but the idea of having to send it back fills you with dread you can't describe.

"never. only send it back if you don't need me in your life somehow."

"deal."

austin can't help the inhale of breath at your admission. he doesn't- he doesn't like père. at least not yet. he treated you fine- but he still thinks you were an artistic experience for him and not someone he actually cared about in the way you deserved to be cared about. in the way him and papi cared about you.

"you said you wouldn't be mad, satnin." you murmur, kissing at his neck. "it doesn't- it's my dove ring, daddy. it's why you call me little dove."

"i'm not asking you to- i wouldn't, darling." he shushes what he feels are tears building up behind your eyes. "you're mine, right? even with his ring?"

'i only have one set of initials on me right now, austin." you answer a little shakily, a hand moving to touch the dove on your neck. "all yours, daddy. just like you're all mine, not nessa's even after everything, right?"

his hand moves to rest on top of yours, pressing your thumb against his initials on the back of the necklace. "all yours, little dove. all yours."

#austin butler x priscilla actress reader #is this fluff or angst?#it's both. probably.#austin butler x y/n #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #both shy and proud of this all at once.#writing when everyone in the house is sick is fun y'all.#austin butler headcanons #ally writes

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certaincollectionlandblog · 10 months

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Mick Schumacher with a Slytherin GF

*Disclaimer: I use Y/N and reader, but when I write this in my mind I see her as a tall plus size gal (mainly because that's my personal body type), but also because I really see Mick doing amazing with a woman like that. If there is anything I write that doesn't apply to you feel free to leave it out and like always feedback is always appreciated and loved!

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~ Firstly Mick can deny him being a Hufflepuff all he wants (poor baby wants to be a Gryffindor so badly), but we all know the truth

~ He gives off such golden retriever boyfriend vibes which only suits his Hufflepuff self even more and you are the black cat girlfriend

~ Hufflepuffs and Slytherins are endlessly loyal and you know that you and Mick would never cheat on each other, the thought of it never even crosses y'alls mind

~ Mick looks for the best in everyone and you watch others' backs like their your own

~ Only letting a few select people see you at your weakest and Mick is in that group; Normally people assume that having a soft side means weakness, but you can soft and deadly like a poisonous flower so I don't agree that showing your soft side means showing your weakness. You're a gentle kind-hearted soul, but you're also a scary dark force to be reckoned with when the time calls for it.

~ You work hard and sometimes you feel like nothing goes to plan and that you're defeated. You hate asking for help when you struggle with your mental health because you know you're trying your best and it hurts to ask for help sometimes. Mick notices the small changes in you and doesn't say anything, but you know he knows. He starts sitting with you in silence as you work and leaving pieces of your favorite candy around the house with a post-it note of "I love you" ,"I'm so proud of you" ,"you are unstoppable", and "You are so amazing". He loves to cook and starts making your favorite dishes more than normal. Mick will write you little love letters and leave them in your car and around your office to find before he has to leave and he makes sure to have your favorite flowers delivered with a note attached of "We may be miles apart, but you know I'm always with you in your heart".

~ You both hate being the first one to let go during hugs because you never want to let go before the other one incase they need you more

~ It's you and Mick making cookies at 3am and Mick's already eaten half the cookie dough before you get them in the oven

~ You and Mick going to Universal Studios and taking the cutest couples pictures in y'alls robes

~ It's Mick wanting to go in sick for training, but you standing in the door with your arms crossed and "If you so much as get out of that bed in this condition I'm going to tie you up and not in the way you like it" while bringing him homemade soup that's a family recipe

~ "Y/N I can't say that it's mean" "Okay I'll say it for you"

~ You love sharing new fun facts you learn with Mick and he loves listening to them all, even if they are not something he's interested in.

~ You always keeping your study/office cold because it helps you think, but you keep a blanket tucked away for Mick because you know he gets cold

~ You always reading when you go on trips with each other and you are a hard core smut reader with the poker face of a professional while Mick is playing angry birds on his phone or reading a book on learning a new language and him having a heart attack after taking a glance at the paragraph you were reading

~ Overhearing someone smart off to Mick about how he'll never be as good as his father and you're already halfway to their car to put a gallon of sugar in the gas tank and anchovies on the engine

~ Mick freaking out that you forgot to eat while you were going on day three of a work worm hole

~ You stalking Mick's internet history to see what he's been searching for and buying him the gifts he won't buy for himself

~ Mick loving when you read your books to him as you guys are going to bed

~ You constantly reassuring Mick that it's okay to cut toxic people out of his life because he needs to feel loved too and you can't stand watching someone hurt him

#mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher smut #mick schumacher #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 drabble #f1 blurb #f1 #mick schumacher fanfiction #mick schumacher fluff #mick shumacher #slytherin #hufflepuff #slytherin x hufflepuff

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invisibleraven · 10 months

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Sommes-nous les jouets du destin

Wriitten for the Year of the OTP challenge prompt: Soulmate AU

On AO3!

Come on y'all, you knew this was the prompt I would choose this month.

Soulmates is my favouritetrope of all time, and even though I've written it a fair few times, I will never get sick of it. Hope you enjoy this one, it was a fun one to write!

“One large latte for Melinda Gale!”

A man approached her, a hopeful look on his face. “Melinda Francis?”

“Melinda Abigail, sorry love,” she replied, patting his shoulder in sympathy. “You’ll find her, I’m sure.”

He glanced down at the deep black mark across her wrist. “You too.”

From his table, Reggie scoffed “Soulmates.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Julie said as she sipped her Frappuccino. “Hope springs eternal and all that. Just because you don’t believe in it…”

Reggie turned his head away, not wanting to have this argument again. Because on the outside, he rallied for the Free Choice Movement- saying that we should all be allowed to pick our own mates. Not let our romantic lives be dictated by a string of letters on our wrists.

But the reality was, Reggie would love to have a soulmate. To know with certainty that there was someone out there for him, that would love him no matter what. But there wasn’t.

Because Reggie was a Blank.

His parents were unsurprised, saying he was always such a disappointment, why not in this area too? Perhaps he deserved to go on being a Blank, since he had made them so miserable. Reggie was never sure what to believe with them, not even sure they were mates, as they kept their marks religiously hidden. Finally he got out of that house, leaving their hatred and abuse behind. But the sting of their words never truly left.

And no matter how he rubbed his skin raw, or searched every inch of himself, because not everyone had their mark on their wrist, no hopes or prayers or waiting granted him a soulmark.

Thus Reggie joined the Free Choicers, so at least then there would be a chance he wouldn’t end up alone. And he stayed even as others left, mainly after they found their own soulmates, perhaps to get his lonely heart to give up on the idea of Julie Molina.

He and Julie had met at the library of all places. She was looking for a book for her thesis on contemporary music composers, Reggie was just looking for something to read while on his break, as working there gave him a discount on tuition, allowing him to actually finish his Photography degree when his loans ran out. Their fingers brushed, and that was it for Reggie. Julie had laughed, her nose scrunching, the gap in her smile showing, and he was a goner.

“Hi, I’m Reggie,” he said, giving her his signature crooked grin.

“Reggie?” she said, her eyes lighting up a little.

“Yeah, my mom was a big Elton John fan,” he admitted. “So Reginald Eugene Peters it was.”

“I’m Julie Molina! Well it’s actually Julianna, but everyone calls me Julie,” she said, animated and Reggie grinned.

“Nice to meet you Julie.”

Her face fell a little. “My name doesn’t mean anything to you does it?” she asked.

“It’s a very nice name?”

She sighed, almost dejected, and Reggie couldn’t bear the sad look on her face or to have her walk away. “Way better than Reginald.” Which at least succeeded in making her laugh once more.

He had offered to let her have the book, but she had shyly suggested they share, and so they had, sitting so close their legs would brush, that Reggie could feel the heat of her body, smell the sweet coffee drink she had before coming in. He could see her wrists were bare, but she was also wearing a turtleneck, in May. In LA. So he kind of figured that her mark was somewhere on her torso.

He never asked of course, because it would crush him to have her show it to him, some other guy’s name. Some guy who was destined to win Julie the second she heard his name, and that would be it.

She didn’t ask about his soulmark either, especially after she saw his Free Choice patch that lived on his bookbag. Even asked him about it, even if she was 100% on the soulmates train.

Which honestly made it kind of worse, because if she was okay with it, he’d gladly sweep her off her feet, soulmate be damned. He explained his beliefs, and while Julie didn’t agree with those views, she respected them, and they usually left soulmates stuff alone and had a good-nay, great friendship despite it.

Which brought them back to the coffee shop and the almost pairing that had happened in front of them. “I just think it’s asinine, letting your future be dictated by a birthmark,” he said.

“Do you ever think about how wonderful it is that we all have someone out there who will love us?” Julie countered. “Your perfect someone made for you and only you?”

“Without knowing you?” Reggie retorted. “Sure you might have an initial attraction, but just learning their name should not equal being in love. I’d rather be with someone who I know, who loves me because they know me, and I know them, regardless of what our marks may or may not say.”

“But what about your actual soulmates?” Julie asked “Isn’t it cruel to them?”

Reggie shrugged. “Is it fair to end something you’ve built with someone just because someone else might be your perfect mate due to some scribbles?”

Julie shook her head. “I will never get you. Soulmates are made for each other, they’re never wrong. But I’m tired of arguing and I have a class to get to.”

“Movie night Friday?” Reggie asked. This was usually how their rare fights regarding soulmates always ended. With them leaving it and making plans to see each other again. It might seem strange, but they made it work.

“Of course,” Julie replied. “We can even watch an action flick.”

“Sweet,” Reggie said, waving her off. Watching her walk away and knowing no matter what he said, she was taking his heart with him.

Friday night Reggie was digging through his shirts trying to find one to wear to Julie’s place. The sniff test was failing him though, and he made a mental note to make sure to do laundry later.

“Reg-a-roo!” Luke yelled as he entered their shared space. “You home?”

“Not for long!”

“Oh yeah, it’s date night,” Luke said, leaning against the doorframe.

“It’s not a date,” Reggie grumbled.

“You keep telling yourself that bud,” Luke said with a grin. “I know I don’t spend my Friday nights watching movies with someone I’m not dating. Buy them special presents just because. Go with them to weddings, block parties, and get invited to their family holidays.”

Which were all things that Reggie did for Julie. He had dated a few of his fellow free choice members years ago, but a lot of them left when the leader found their soulmate and abandoned their beliefs, more of them finding their own mate and leaving Reggie as a result. And then he’d met Julie and his dating life ground to a halt as a result.

Though he had enjoyed the Molina family vacay to a little cabin in the redwoods. He still kept in touch with Ray and Carlos, even if he was positive they thought he was Julie’s soulmate. He hadn’t exactly told them otherwise, but they never asked or said anything definitive. Reggie just enjoyed the feeling of family and belonging, regardless of any falsehood he might be perpetuating.

Reggie blushed, finally pulling on his favourite plain black tee. “We’re just friends I swear. She’s waiting for her soulmate.”

Luke hummed. “Pity you’re in love with her then.” Reggie’s head flew up, mouthing gaping open as if to ask how Luke knew. “Dude, I’m hot, not stupid.”

“Never said you were. Do you think she knows?”

Luke smirked. “Why don’t you ask her? She might be a bit more flexible than you think. Now get outta here, Bobby’s on his way home and we’re gonna desecrate every surface.”

“Make sure you sanitise every surface before I get home then,” Reggie said, waving as he took off.

Normally Reggie would head right for Julie’s place, but he ran into Alex in the foyer of the building on his way out for his own date. “Hey Reg, off to Julie’s?”

“Yup. You off to see Willie?”

Alex gave a dopey grin which was answer enough. The two of them had an auspicious start, what with Willie mowing Alex down on his skateboard, sending the two of them stumbling onto Hollywood Boulevard. Finding out they were soulmates as they checked each other for injuries, and spending their first date bandaged and smiling. They had been together ever since, though they still had their own spaces, they went back and forth so often, the rest of them were just waiting for the day that they finally decided to move in together.

“Oh, hey, you remember my friend Nick?” Alex asked.

“The cute blond with two left feet and unfortunate taste in hats?” Reggie retorted.

“That’s the one,” Alex chuckled. “He was asking about you during our last study session.”

“Me?” Reggie asked. “Why?”

“Well he hasn’t met his soulmate yet, and he knows you’re perpetually single and thinks you’re pretty cute,” Alex replied. “Asked me if I thought you’d say yes if he asked you for coffee or something. What should I tell him?”

Reggie froze at that. Nick was cute, a sweet guy really. Sure it wouldn’t be true love, but they could have a good time together until he met his mate. Plus maybe it was time he got back out there. He knew his feelings for Julie were hopeless, and he was torturing himself waiting for them to disappear on their own. So with a weak smile, he told Alex to give Nick his number, and wished him a good night.

But for some reason his every step up to Julie’s place felt leadened. Drawing it out, wanting to delay getting to her door when normally he’d take the stairs two at a time, too impatient for the elevator, too anxious to spend time with Julie. He was sure even his knock sounded dull and hollow, but he tried his best to plaster on a smile, for Julie’s sake, lest she catch on and make him confess.

Julie beamed as she opened the door, ushering him to the couch. “Just in time. The pizza just got here and I made some boozy root beer floats.”

“Sounds delicious.”

They devoured the food, and settled back to watch whatever movie Julie had picked out, but honestly the pizza tasted like ashes on Reggie’s tongue. The movie was one he really loved, but that made it all the easier to space out. Startling as Julie wormed her way to his side like she always did, her warmth plastered to his side.

“What’s wrong?” she finally asks, poking him playfully. “You’re all tense and not my comfy pillow.”

“Why do we even bother putting on a movie if you’re gonna fall asleep on me every time Molina?” Reggie jokes.

“Not my fault you’re so comfy,” Julie replies with a pout. “But seriously, is something bothering you? You’re not yourself.”

Reggie knew he couldn’t put it off any longer, so he swallowed audibly. “I ran into Lex on the way in. He-he wanted to set me up on a date.”

“A date?” Julie repeated, her voice small.

“Yeah, his buddy Nick is interested,” he shrugs. “Might be a fun time.”

“No.”

Reggie looks at Julie then, and she is furious. “No?”

She huffs, then gets up, starts pacing, finally facing him, hands on her hips. “No. Reggie this has gone on long enough. You-You can’t!”

“And why, pray tell, can't I go on this date?”

“Reggie,” she starts, then swipes at her eyes. Oh god, she’s crying. “I know you don’t believe in soulmates, but I’ve been here. So patient, waiting and waiting...”

“For your soulmate?”

“Stop!” she cries. “Just stop! I’ve been waiting for you, you idiot!”

Reggie’s heart soars and drops all at once. “But what about your soulmate?”

“Can we please stop pretending?” she asks, sitting down next to him. He doesn’t understand, and he’s crying now as she clutches his hands, eyes pleading with him. Finally she huffs and pulls her loose shirt to the side, and down.

And scrawled on her chest, right above her heart are three little words that makes the whole world stop. Reginald Eugene Peters

He reaches out, then stops, not wanting to touch her without permission, but she snatches his hand, lays it over where his name resides. It doesn’t feel any different than the rest of her, but there it is in stark black; his name.

“Show me yours,” she says. A plea, a prayer, a whisper.

And then the blood in Reggie’s veins turns to ice.

“I know you have my name,” Julie says. “And we know each other better than any mates I’ve ever met. So show me yours and we can finally be together.”

“God Julie,” Reggie sobs. “You thought all this time… I wasn’t making a move because of the Free Choice thing?”

“Show me,” she says, more like demands, her voice desperate.

“I can’t,” Reggie weeps. “I never knew Julie. Gosh I feel so stupid, but… Julie, I'm not your soulmate.”

“You’re lying,” she says, voice shaking.

“I wish I was,” he says, the world blurry with his tears. “It must be another Reggie Peters. You’re meant to be with him, not me.”

“It has to be you,” she says, reaching for him.

“It’s not,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m Blank Julie. I never got a mark. I don’t have a soulmate.”

The room is eerily quiet, the silence feeling like a thousand pounds as it settles on them. Finally, Julie speaks. “What?”

Reggie sniffles, wiping at his eyes once more. “Why do you think I hate it so much? Why I joined the Free Choice movement? Because I know it doesn’t exist for me! No one will ever... I can’t…” He shook his head then. How had it all gone so wrong so fast? He had hurt Julie from the start, letting her believe that they would be together as soulmates one day. But if he had been honest… maybe she would be with herReggie right now, and he wouldn’t be here with the ruptured smithereens of his own heart. Maybe it was right that he never got a mark, maybe he deserved it, just like his parents always said.

He looks at Julie, sure the devastation on her face is mirroring his own. “I hope you find your Reggie Peters,” he says honestly. If nothing else he wants Julie to be happy, no matter what it means for him. He grabs his jacket, making for the door. “But he’s not me.”

He pulls on the jacket as he all but stumbles down the stairs, head throbbing from the crying, his thoughts pounding in his ears. Doesn’t hear Julie thundering down the stairs behind him, not until he’s outside and she calls for him.

Turns and sees her standing there. Even after crying and running after him in her cozy movie watching clothes, she’s never looked more beautiful. “Reggie, wait. Please, I don’t care about anything else I just want-”

But whatever Julie wanted got cut off as he heard the screech of tires, the blare of a horn. Feels the impact at his side, the overwhelming pain, and then the world goes black.

Reggie awakens in the hospital. He’s not sure how he got here, but he supposes he should be grateful he’s here and not on a slab in the basement. Though that thought does little to help the fact that he hurts everywhere.

He groans at the harsh lights, smacking his dry lips together, looking around and sees Luke sitting in the chair beside him. “Hey,” he croaks out.

“Hey Reg,” Luke replies, the relief washing over him. “Gave us all a good scare there.”

“What happened?”

“You got hit by a car,” Luke replies, handing him a juice box, letting Reggie drain it dry and pressing the nurse call button for him.

“At least I’m not dead?”

“Pretty close call honestly,” Luke says, his head falling back. “I would like to never get that call again thank you very much.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Reggie says wryly. Then he sits up, wincing, but the only thought on his mind comes out. “Julie!”

“Lie back down!” Luke urges, helping him recline once more. “She’s fine. In the cafeteria getting some coffee. She needed the break honestly. She’s been here the whole time.”

Reggie barely has time to register that thought when the doctor comes in, offering him a friendly smile. “Well hello Mr. Peters. Nice to see you conscious for a change.”

“Julie…”

“Julie Molina?” The doctor says. “I just saw her down the hall, I’m sure she’ll join us soon.”

Reggie breathes a sigh of relief, and tries his best to pay attention to the doctor who is trying to assess his state, and let him know the extent of his injuries. But all he can focus on is Julie and the words left unsaid between them. Plus he can feel every cut, scrape, and bruise on his body, and the braces keeping his leg in place kind of hint at the state of that.

Apparently he was extremely lucky to still be kicking around, so he’ll take the upcoming surgery and ages of physical therapy he has coming up in kind. He yawns, and knows that even though he justwoke up he could go for another nap.

Only then an angel appears in the doorway. “You’re awake!” Julie exclaims, looking relieved, rushing to his side, squeezing his hand. Luke smirks and takes his leave, motioning that he’d be back soon enough.

“Thank goodness you’re okay,” Julie breathes out.

“You’re not mad at me?” Reggie has to ask.

“Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

“I left things a mess between us,” Reggie supplies, as if it should be obvious. Keeps replaying it honestly, the heartbreak and distance between them seeming fairly obvious to him.

“Reggie I am the furthest thing from angry at you,” Julie replies, kissing his knuckles. “You should be mad at me. If I hadn't chased you… you might not have gotten hit.”

“No apologies needed,” Reggie said. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re not allowed to scare me like that ever again okay?” she asked with a wet giggle.

“I can do that,” he promised. Squeezes her hand tighter. “I have to have surgery on my leg.”

She nods, tucks a curl behind her ear. He reaches out and tugs on it, just to make her smile, which she does. That smile that’s brighter than sunshine, her eyes warm as a fire, and Reggie has never been so enamoured with her as he is right now.

“I love you.”

Julie’s eyes widen and Reggie realizes what he just confessed. Of course he meant it, with every fibre of his being, but he never meant to say it!

“You…” Julie looked hopeful and apprehensive and a thousand other emotions.

“Love you,” Reggie repeated. In for a penny, in for a pound right?

“Then why did you leave when I told you we were soulmates you goof?” Julie asked, her smile betraying her.

“I’m not your soulmate Julie,” Reggie said, shaking his head. “I’m no one’s soulmate. I wasn’t lying about being a Blank.”

“I know,” she replies. “I don’t care.”

“But Julie, your soulmate…”

“Is you. You; Reginald Eugene Peters. I’ve known your name since I was a child, it’s been written over my heart all my life. Getting me through every hardship and bit of misfortune. And when we met… I knew it was you, even before you introduced yourself. I looked into your eyes and I knew. My world stopped, and then started spinning all the faster.”

“It was the same for me,” he admits. “But...”

She lays a finger over his lips, stopping any further protest. “I didn’t know then why my name didn’t mean anything to you. It hurt, and even further when I found out about the Free Choice movement. But I figured… if I stayed by your side, you’d get to know me, just like you wanted. Then we could be together, as soulmates, no matter how long it took. I was willing to wait for forever if I had to.”

“I still don’t have your name on my skin,” Reggie says.

“And I don’t care,” Julie states. “You love me?”

“More than anything.”

“I’ve been waiting to hear that for a very long time now,” she says.

“I know.”

“I love you too,” she says, finally finally finally. “I love you, and that’s what matters. Every Reggie Peters in the universe could come to me right now and I wouldn’t care. I just want you.”

“But what happens when you meet him… what happens when you love him more than me?” Reggie asks, a squeak of a sentence.

Julie laughs. “You’re not hearing me. Youare my soulmate. I choose you. There is no way I could ever love anyone else more. Just trust me on that.”

“You love me? Even though I’m a Blank?”

“You’re still you,” Julie said with a shrug. “I love you, get used to it.”

Reggie barks out a laugh at that, bringing her face in close, cupping her cheek. Adoring how she melts into his touch as their lips brush. “I love you too.” He feels like he could say it a million times for every time he held the words back, and that might still not be enough to make Julie aware of his feelings. So he kisses her instead.

That kiss made it feel like Reggie’s universe expanded, like a burst of light making every hazy thing clear. He swears he hears the heart monitor pick up as he keeps kissing her, igniting sparks behind his eyelids, better than every dream and fantasy he’d had regarding this moment. Pulls her in closer, fingers tangling in her curls, making him feel alive and vibrant despite his broken and bruised state.

Finally they pulled back, only far enough to nuzzle noses, eyes twinkling. “I could get used to that,” Julie says breathlessly. “To kissing my soulmate.”

Reggie isn’t sure that term will ever fully register with him, that the reality of it will ever sink in. All his life he had thought he was destined to be alone, unloved and deserving of that fate. Julie’s love was wonderful but it didn’t wash away a lifetime of those types of thoughts in an instant. He just kept reminding himself that Julie loved him, and that was what mattered.

The day of Reggie’s surgery, he saw all his friends, as they stopped by with flowers and chocolates and stuffed animals galore. He has no idea how the nursing staff hasn’t cottoned on to them violating the two visitors at a time rule or maybe Luke sweet-talked them, it’s a skill he excelled at.

The big surprise is when Julie’s family comes in; Ray, Carlos, and even tiaVictoria, all of them fussing over him. Victoria has his fridge and freezer stocked so he doesn’t have to worry about food. Ray promises to take him to every appointment that he has, and Carlos has a goodie bag of books and games to keep him occupied until the cast comes off.

“You don’t have to do all this,” Reggie protests, but secretly he’s preening under the attention, loving the family he never got to have.

“Of course we do mijo,” Ray says. “You’re Julie’s soulmate. I’ve known that since the moment you two met.”

Julie blushes, but Reggie loves that she was so confident they would end up together that she told her family right away.

Alex smirks when he comes in and sees Julie’s hand in his. “So I am gonna tell Nick no to the date then?”

“Yes you will,” Julie says, her voice firm and no nonsense and gosh Reggie just adoresher. She stays with him as they prepare him for surgery, pressing a kiss to his temple before they put him under, promising to be there when he wakes up.

His vision is going fuzzy as they wheel him to the OR, and the last thing he sees is the x-ray of his broken leg, looking odd. Like there are squiggles all over it.

Reggie wakes up with cottonmouth and a loopy head, but everyone is there smiling at him, so he figures it went well. There’s a heavy cast on his leg, but it’ll be off in a few short weeks, and he can see everyone has already signed it in colourful markers, making it an art piece.

The doctor tells him he can probably go home tomorrow, and Reggie tells everyone to go home, get some rest, not like he’s going anywhere. Only Julie stays. “I don’t think I could sleep with you here all alone,” she admits.

“You’re welcome to stay. Then you know I’m right here,” Reggie replies. Lets her crawl into the bed with him, curled up opposite to his injured leg, head resting on his heart.

“See, already a great soulmate,” she mumbles. “Knows exactly what I need.”

Reggie grinned and kissed the crown of her head, letting sleep take him after that. His dreams are weird, full of twisting letters, but when he wakes up, Julie is still asleep in his arms, and that makes every nightmare worth it.

“How are we feeling this morning?” the doctor asks, only smiling at seeing Julie curled around him when she comes in.

“Never better.” Julie snuggles in further, smiling in her sleep, and Reggie looks at her fondly.

“She certainly does love you.”

“Yeah, she does. Luckiest guy in the world because of it,” Reggie replies.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” the doctor says, perching on the end of the bed “How did you find her name?” Reggie gives the doctor a confused look, so she continues on. “I’ve never seen such a unique mark. I would love to write a paper on it if you’d let me.”

Reggie only saw Julie’s mark once, on that fateful day, so he’s not sure how unique it is. He knows he wants to study it, but probably not in the same way the doctor intends to. “She showed it to me?”

The doctor gives a kind smile. “No, not Julie’s mark. Yours.”

Now Reggie was really confused. Maybe he was still loopy from the meds? “I don’t…”

“How did you even find Julie’s name on you?” The doctor asks. “I’ve never seen a mark like it.”

“I don’t have a mark,” Reggie stated. “I’m a Blank. I’m sure that’s in my files somewhere.”

Now the doctor seemed confused. “I did see that, but those records haven’t been updated since you were a child. I was wondering how you found it since then… Oh. You don’t know.”

“Know what?” Reggie asks. He could feel his heart racing, his head pounding, and nothing was making sense. What was going on?

“Julie Molina,” the doctor said. “I knew her name before anyone told me.”

At this Julie finally awoke, stretching and yawning and looking down right adorable despite her sleep rumbled state. She greeted Reggie with a soft smile and a tiny peck to the cheek. “Hey, howya feeling?”

“Really really confused.”

Julie sat up at that, and saw the doctor, her whole countenance growing serious. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

The doctor held up a finger. “Wait, just one moment, I’ll be right back.” She returned almost a breath later, and handed him a photo. “This is a copy of your x-ray.”

Reggie looked at it, first only seeing the break, and yikes, it was bad. No wonder he needed surgery. But then… there, along the unbroken part of his leg were letters in a dark loopy script.

Julianna Maria Rosita Molina

“Oh. My. God,” Reggie said, shaking like a leaf as he struggled to comprehend what he held in his hands, then let Julie look.

“Dios mio.”

“I don’t understand,” Reggie said, but there were tears escaping his eyes once more, and he was smiling.

Julie grabbed his hand in hers, her grin even brighter. “Yes you do.”

Reggie looked at the photo once more. Julie’s name was there, written on his very bones.

Oh. Oh.

“I knew it!” Julie crowed, kissing all over Reggie’s face.

Reggie was struck dumb, and all he could do was say “I have your name on me.”

“I didn’t care if you did or not,” Julie replies. “We were soulmates regardless. But this just cements the point.”

“Julie Molina,” Reggie whispers, like he’s saying it for the first time, treasuring every syllable on his tongue. “Julianna Maria Rosita Molina. I have a soulmate.”

“Told you so,” Julie whispers, bringing him in for a fleeting kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Soulmate.”

It was a long road to recovery for Reggie, between the cast and therapy; both on his leg and on his mind after years of thinking he could never find love and happiness. But Dr. Butler had helped him so much, making sure he knew that his soulmark didn’t define his worth.

Plus Julie had been there every step of the way.

Now they were lounging on Reggie’s bed, sharing a book, though Reggie was admittedly distracted. Julie was ethereal, glowing in the soft afternoon light. It didn’t hurt that he could see his name on her skin, now a bright purple colour. He leaned in and kissed her, the book falling to the bed.

“Where did that come from?” Julie asked with a laugh when he pulled back.

“Can’t help myself when it comes to my beautiful soulmate sometimes,” he said with a chuckle.

Julie purred, crooking her finger at him and giggling when he pressed her to the bed. Their clothing quickly joined their book on the floor, and Reggie took great pleasure in kissing every inch of Julie.

Especially her soulmark.

And she did the same to him, lingering on his now healed leg, and the fresh red ink there, showcasing her name, right where it lay under the skin. “I love this, have I mentioned that?”

“Only every day since I got it,” Reggie replied bemusedly.

“Well I do.”

“So you didn’t care if I had your mark but the tatt does it for you?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“I told you I don’t care, and I meant it. Just seeing my name there…” she shivered.

“I know what you mean,” he said, laying another plush kiss to her mark, and after that all words were lost. From then on they let their bodies, and their hearts speak for them, coming together in perfect unison.

And Reggie was never so thankful that he had been wrong about soulmates.

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #rulie #year of the otp #otp 2023 #julie and the phantoms

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frosted-night · 3 years

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Do you have any headcanons for cast as humans? I mean as a human au. (If this is too big of an ask thats fine)

BOY DO I

Let me just get my tome out n read y'all the lore I've made for no reason.

Jack

Left home after graduating to join a caravan and traveled across the country. He came back home after his parent's sudden deaths. He didn't want to leave his brother to deal with the estate by himself.

He still has his van from his adventures and he wants to paint it again to symbolize his new phase in life. It still has living accomdations inside it and Jack has little desire to change it.

He has a few tattoos, such as a hurricane symbol on his neck and a snowflake above one of his ankles. Jack also has a few ear piercings he did himself and he's surprisingly good at it.

If Jack isn't driving he travels by longboard. He had a skater boy phase but it payed off since he can still do a few tricks here and there.

(Sometimes I see human Jack either as cis or trans. It depends on how im feeling. A trans Human Jack post will be seperate from this one)

He's a skilled forager and grower since he had to do that as his years as a nomad. Jack wouldn't claim he's as skilled as Aster but he can be a runner up behind him.

Jack never had a solid relationship on the road. It was very fleeting feelings but he didn't seem to mind. Settling back down at his hometown had reawakened some buried feelings though.

He's fairly well known in his hometown for being a mischievous bastard in his teen years and his past with playing on the local hockey team.

Jack would describe his aesthetic as a love child of punk and free spirited hippie lifestyle.

He has unmedicated adhd

He's 6 or 7 years older than his younger brother Manny and it can make their relationship a bit strained. These days they are trying to mend it while taking care of their parent's old home.

His hair was originally brown but he bleaches it and dyes it white these days.

Manny (Mim)

He's one of the youngest in his friend group, beating Tooth by a few months.

Manny is the 2nd shortest, Sandy being the shortest.

Jack leaving home wasn't easy for him and after a while Manny fell out of contact. He regrets it to this very day but never stopped thinking about his big brother.

He has Thalassophobia, a fear shared with Jack, and Pitch teases him endlessly about it.

He's a natural blonde and his mom used to tell him that he got it from his dad's side of the family. Manny has yet to meet any of his extended family for some reason.

Cleaning out his parents house of their things was one of the hardest parts for him and would have been impossible if his friends didn't help him. (Jack coming home really changed the game too.)

He was a fairly average kid but had a streak of being kind of mean in school. It lasted until high school but he still carries that silver tongue between his teeth.

Tooth jokes about how often Manny visits the local aquarium and he deflects any guesses she makes. North knows Manny is crushing hard on a employee there and has a code word for the guy, "Ocean Man". Aster hums the song whenever he feels like he can poke fun of Manny.

His occupation is working at a pre-school/daycare. He's shockingly amazing with children and has considered a teaching position there but he has yet to decide on it.

Manny has been called a "night owl" by all his friends since his productivity increases when the sun goes down. Thats usually the time he gets to work on all the cleaning he's missed.

He currently lives in his childhood home with his brother. Thankfully their home was paid off by their parents so they just split the bills, but they have considered getting a roomie to help with the expenses.

His dream is to have any kind of a pool in his backyard but he has to wait til the finances balance themselves out.

Pitch

Was the newest person in the group before Jack joined. He's also one of the oldest.

His occupation is a horror novel writer and lives off of coffee even when hes not crunching to meet deadlines.

Pitch fights with insomnia but Sandy convinced him to start taking medication to help him sleep. He got kind of sick hearing Pitch make quick meals at 3am and tripping over his cat.

He has a cat named Onyx and he has that backpack with a window on it that he can put Onyx in. Onyx likes it very much and if she knows hes leaving somewhere she sits by the backpack and stares at him.

Halloween is when he's at his strongest. If he feels like it, he competes with North on who has the best decorations. Jack gave Pitch the idea of using dry ice and its a feature he brings back every other year or so.

He's one of the tallest people in the group, only coming a few inches shorter than North. Contrary to people asking him, he was never into basket ball and was was in the military for a period of time.

Pitch was living a hermit life until he was adopted into the group. With his wife long deceased and freshly dumped, he softly considers it a saving grace that everyone accepted him.

Katherine

An aspiring writer, she currently works at the neighborhood library. She finds it really relaxing since its sat right by a river bed.

She tries not to bug Pitch too much but on occassion she asks him to beta read her works. His criticism and tips energize her to get her works out there ten fold. Kat really wants to write fantasy, a little romance and a lot of kid's books.

Her favorite task at work is reading to kids. Shes an animated storyteller and the kids eat her antics up.

She was great friends with Jack when they were growing up but she followed his antics on a few of his accounts online.

She listens to a lot of rock music and punk pop due to North's influence when she was growing up. He's taken to her to her first concert and she treasures the merch and memories.

She gets around by bike because she hasn't gotten her lisence yet but North gives her lessons on the weekends. Kat's become a local cryptid because everyone has seen her whiz past on her bike at least once though.

A child(Jamie) she read to got her into cryptids and now she eats up any lore she can. They like to infodump on each other when they have the time.

This is post is long enough golly gosh. If y'all are interested i can post the others but for now take these samples. (The Hockey player Jack hc n ex military Pitch hc were influenced by a lovely fic written by my friends over at @bunnimew. Their fic is Surviving On Twinkies And Hope and i highly reccomend it)

#rise of the guardians #guardians of childhood #rotgoc #jackson overland frost #jack frost #jack frost rotg #man in the moon #man in the moon rotg #mim #mim rotg #pitch black rotg #pitch black #katherine shalazar #katherine rotg #headcanons #human au #heehee the ocean man thing is an inside joke

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it-taurus-apart · 3 years

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roasts are cute but WHAT ABOUT A PLACEMENT TOAST? that's cute too.

A placement... toast?! As in... saying NICE things about people!? Sick nasty. But I guess I could do that. Hahahahha, all joking aside, here are some nice-cute things I have to say about rising signs and placements. I like to make these oddly specific because that shit is a lot more fun.

Astrology Placement TOAST

Now please, raise your glasses, RAISE THAT CHAMPAGNE. I would like to a make toast to:

Mercury in Libra or Mercury in the 1st House - Beautiful speaking voices! They're always super pleasant to listen to. That and they always give the vibe that they're speaking from the heart.

Cancer Moons - These people are gems, okay. They will make you feel so seen emotionally. If you open up to them, you'll never walk away thinking, "was that too much?" NOPE. THEY PROBABLY THOUGHT IT WAS JUST RIGHT. THEY GOTCHU. THEY PUT IT IN THE VAULT.

Aries Sun or Aries Rising - I like to shit on Aries placements a lot. Like a lot. BUT I've never met an Aries who couldn't hype you the fuck up. Pep talk? INBOUND, ALWAYS.

Scorpio Sun or Scorpio Moon - This one might be controversial IDK BUT HEAR ME OUT. Their opinion of you doesn't change when they find out something dark or scandalous about you (COMPARED TO OTHER SIGNS). They already expect everyone to have something unfavorable in their back pocket or under the surface. So it's like they see or trust you more? Especially if you're open about it. This is also why I think Scorpios and Capricorns vibe so well together. Capricorns are all self-deprecating and highly critical of their own shit so openly, no matter what it is. Scorpios are then like, "good, your bullshit is already on the table then."

Taurus Moon - Bruh. When they're hungry, it's a mission. With a fucking plan. They will suddenly turn into the Project Lead Fucking Site Manager with a yellow hardhat and a clipboard if the group is hungry. They're re-writing and organizing everyone's order, they're narrowing shit down for dietary needs, they're ordering it on their own DoorDash account (because of course they pay for a DashPass). I mean all of this in the best way. They're Mom and Dad for the group when the group has any rest/hunger needs. The Taurus Hierarchy of Needs, y'all.

Should I do more? Do we need more? Or do we want roasting again?

#astrology #astrology obersvations #astrology placements #cancer moon #aries sun #aries rising #scorpio moon #scorpio sun #taurus moon

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babymilkawa · 3 years

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Can you do the haikyuu captions with an S/o who is in their first year (fluffy)

yayy finally have a reason to write for kuroo and bokuto

first year s/o headcanons with:

oikawa tooru, sawamura daichi, kuroo tetsuro, bokuto kotaro

gn!reader :)

oikawa tooru

at first, you were a little hesitant on letting your relationship out

because some of his fans could be second or third years yk, we don’t want no bullies bullies b gone whoosh

but he is almost always by your side and has even acted annoyed to his fans if they were ever mean to you

having a third year as your bf means that you can get homework help whenever you want

and all your teachers love him

so they don’t mind if he hangs out in the classroom sometimes, as long as he doesn’t distract you

he’ll gush about how you and your little friends are so cute

pull that old man shit and be like “I remember those days, we were young and free~”

dramatic king

whenever you go to one of his games, you’ll always try to cheer louder for him compared to his other fans and he’s got like this big surge of pride

but afterwards he’ll be like “don’t lose your voice honey”

will want you to be the team’s new manager soooo bad

like will beg you on his knees because if you accept the current manager’s offer, you can see your bf even more and he can impress you

the manager totally doesn't use that to try to convince you

oikawa really just loves how the slight age gap means he has more the reason to take care of you

your first time during a class sports event? he’s right by your side, making sure you don’t feel awkward or lost

yes he’s that type of person who looooves it when you ask questions and he can show off his smexy brain

a lot of times Iwaizumi will hit him in the back of the head if he’s talking with you too much and he’ll just sulk and slump his head on your shoulder

sawamura daichi

he’ll always bop his head into ur class

he’s obviously also a teacher’s favorite have u met this guy

oh wait no u haven’t, rip sucks to be u *sobs*

so the teachers don't mind

ur teachers prolly even gush about him with you, yk like those teachers who lOVE drama/gossip yea them

Nishinoya and tanaka always try to get ur attention bc your Daichi’s s/o and every time, Daichi will yell at them, telling them to not scare you off

but they still do it

tis a cycle

plays 128489x better when you’re around

wait gotta round that so 130000x

we know he’s very encouraging to his teammates but with you around? he’s like Yamaguchi’s personal cheering squad

will go to your house in the mornings, walk you to class, wait there at lunch, walk you home, ugh this man can’t get enough of u

he loves it when you lean against him when u guys walk together, he’ll wrap a secure arm around you and you nuzzle in his neck SHDFKJHDKS

u always help them shag the balls and he’s like “no, no, y/n let tanaka and Nishinoya do it” and those two are giving you puppy eyes

cue Daichi chasing them down

if tanaka and noya are puppies, he’s your bulldog

omg random but y'all know that one parks and rec episode where they’re picking people’s spirit dog? yea Daichi is like a bulldog

but once he turns to you it’s all 🌈🌟💫💝

but he’s genuine

no fakes we don’t want them

if you read my sick s/o hcs you’ll know how much of a “handsome boy” to elderly people he is

hehe sry for the self promo

kuroo tetsuro

u already know what ur dates are gonna be like

he’s gonna smexy study with you *bites lip*

yea that’s right Kuroo just leave ur brain and go

this man,,,again I know,,,is adored by your teachers

“Kuroo you’ve still got that same hair!”

yea he’s def like a teacher assistant or smn during his free period

he’ll pick ur class and just wiggles his eyebrows whenever y'all make eye contact

when you’re done with a presentation, he’ll be the first and loudest when clapping

alwaysss is there when you need a pencil or an eraser

this man will literally prepare protein bars for you the morning u have a test, will give you a pep talk, y'all like huddle outside the classroom or something LMAO that’s cute tho

“you’re gonna go in there and you’re gonna kick that test in the ass ok?”

gives you a dad pat, a kiss to ur head and gives you two thumbs up when you glance at him at your desk

p sure everyone in your class wants him to hold a study session

but no ladies & gentlemen, he’s reserved for y/n and y/n only good day ☺️

its kinda impossible for u to fail

to thank his brain, you always show up to his practices and games

you give the team their water, towels, etc and he’s just yea that’s right they’re my s/o

now shower them with praise *holds them at gunpoint*

his schedule is busier than yours and he always feels bad abt it

which is why he’s soooo clingy if y'all sleepover or after hw

it’s hard for him to resist u cuddles during hw tho

OMIGOD WATCH THIS VID

bokuto kotaro

ok at this point we know that all our captains are angels so

*deep inhale*

he’s a teachers favorite

there I said it sue me

so yes he WILL hang around your classroom and talk to the teachers

p sure he does that with akaashi buttt 👀

and if u can’t come out during break he’ll just mope by the doorway while akaashi nom noms on his snacc boccuto

he won’t rly help u with hw, he’ll try but go off topic and whoops why did a pillow hit my face

yea y’all don’t get much studying done so hopefully ur smart

ACTUALYYYYY you just call akaashi

DuH

bokuto will litrally be like “ur bad at math? Babe just jump in the pool with me rn with ur clothes on, take a shower and then we’ll call akaashi!!”

it was 1 am 💀

he’s a good distraction whenever you’re stressed out

literally sunshine in human form

if ur there during his practices and matches he almost NEVERS goes into Emo mode bc gotta impress my s/o

ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ!!

will randomly call out to you when he’s on the court

“HEY Y/N HI HELLO”

“this ones for you” *hits it into the net*

every time he gets a good play he’ll immediately look into the crowd and ur there jumping for him and he’s jumping back and awww

some ppl r wondering if he’s even older than u like y’all look abt the same age 🤔

he’s just 🍗🍗🍖🍖🍑🍑

if ur not there during practice he’ll definitely just slouch and swing his arms around “where’s y/nnnn”

someone lift his face up and kiss him on the nose

THATS U Y/N GET UR MAN

but he knows he can’t act like that during games

he’ll just have to suck it up

and pretend like ur there, pretend that ur voice is there

literally he can only pick out your cheers from a whole stadium of people

but obv u get the best seats ;)

a/n: aaah this was fun to write ^3^

haikyu!! masterlist

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Dancing and Drunken Cuddles

All or Nothing

Part 2 of 1

Word Count: 2646

Uhhh idk y'all I have cravings and just need to get them out. As always no smut cause we sex repulsed up in this house babes. Anyways this is a Loki x Bucky x Reader imagine. And also the reader is a werewolf.

Like I said it's a lot and idk but I needed it to be written

A/N: Shout out to @superheroesandstardust fueling me to write this with some sweet tags on the last part.

Exhausted. That was what you were, nothing but exhausted as you lay on the floor of your containment cell. It had been an especially rough night in your wolf form, both of your boys weren't there since they had to go on a mission, and they'd figured out a way to calm you down on the nights of the full moon. It wasn't much and you were still extremely dangerous but with a combination of Loki's magic and the both of them holding you but it helped with the stress and made the transition the next morning more bearable.

So, yeah, not having them there to calm your nerves, plus an especially hard night, you couldn't bring yourself to get up off the floor. They weren't even there for you if you got up and went to your shared quarters, so, you might as well stay there until you have the energy to get up. You end up falling asleep right there on the padded floor, which made sense seeing as you didn't sleep on these nights, meaning you were up for over 24 hours at least.

You wake up around noon, sitting your head up you're surprised to see that you weren't in your cell but in your bed. From there you realize you're thoroughly trapped with two sets of arms around you, a head using your stomach as a pillow and a tangle of legs at the end of the bed. You relax your head back, letting it fall to the side, bringing you face to face with a sleeping Loki, yeah, you weren't getting out of here any time soon if your moving hadn't disturbed them at all.

It wasn't so bad to be trapped in their arms, you honestly loved it, the only problem was you were starving. When you were a werewolf all you wanted to do was eat, you couldn't do that though because humans didn't need to be eaten, but all the energy that went into transforming then trying to shred the walls of your cell as you tried to get free then transforming back, left you running on empty.

Oh so carefully you begin to untangle your legs from their's, then you begin escaping their arms. You're so focused on doing so without disturbing your two boys that you don't notice the fact that their legs once again entrap yours or that an arm you'd thought you'd gotten out from under was back around you. You keep trying, slowly growing more and more frustrated.

"She's quite cute when she's frustrated, don't you think?" you hear a voice say with a hint of a smirk to it.

"I believe she is, but she's always cute, though I do think she might begin trying to kill us if we don't let her go eat soon," the voice comes from the head on your stomach.

Your head flops back onto the pillow with a groan. "Might?" you ask with a hint of sarcasm as a hand cards through the hair on your scalp.

"Fine, love, I suppose the two of us can make do without you for a time," Loki responds in your ear as his arms remove themselves from around you.

You turn your head to look at one of the two men you loved so dearly, "thank you my trickster, it was quite difficult being without you last night."

You feel Bucky roll over on your other side and move so his head is by your's and Loki's rather than on your stomach, "hey, what about me?" he asks teasingly.

You give each of them a kiss, "yes, yes you too Bucky." You say as you get off the bed, "though I'm sure the two of you didn't miss me nearly as much since you had each other," you say with a dramatic hand to your forehead as you walk out of the room. Unfortunately for everyone else in the compound Loki's taste for theatrics had begun to rub off on you and Buck.

When you head down stairs you find everyone hanging out on the couches around a coffee table piled with pizza, you don't hesitate to grab an entire box and plop yourself down on the couch next to Nat.

"The beast as awoken I see," Tony taunts.

Once you shoot him a glare you say, "yeah, I have and I haven't eaten yet so I suggest you shut your trap before I decide to eat something besides pizza."

"I'm sure theres a reason she's down here without those two love sick puppies Tony, on that note keep taunting her it seems like fun to watch," Clint says from his spot on the other side of Nat.

Tony shuts up after that, leaving you alone to eat. "So, how'd things go?" you ask Steve, since you always felt bad when you couldn't join them due to wolfing out. They brief you on what happened and how they all got some sleep in the quinjet, except those two boyfriend's of yours who were up all night worrying about you. That gets a smile out of you as you finish off another piece of pizza. You roll your eyes, "I told them I'd be fine," you say, blushing a bit, knowing how over protective they could be.

"My brother isn't one to leave the things he loves alone," Thor says.

"Yeah," you say softly, a smile coming to your face as you think about it, as much as Loki got on your nerves for being possessive and over protective it was cute.

"Oh, now you've done it- y/n is being sappy."

That gains Clint a glare from you. Nat jumps in to change the subject from off of your love life, since you could be just as overprotective as the other two thirds of your relationship despite you being a bit more subtle about it. "So, the three of you planning on joining us for Tony's party this evening?" she asks.

This causes you to pause, you'd been in this relationship for nearly a year now, but you all preferred to keep it quiet. So, this meant you didn't usually go to parties together since when you got the least bit tipsy you had trouble keeping your hands off of them, "not sure, I'll ask." The three of you were reformed war criminals, you weren't exactly sure how the world would take it knowing you were all in a relationship. Sure, you kept each other stable, Bucky was reformed, Loki didn't want to take over the world anymore, but you on the other hand were still dangerous even if you didn't want to be. No matter what you did you'd all always be seen as threats.

An hour later you're back in bed with your boys, "Tony's having a party this evening, do you guys want to go?" you ask.

Loki answers first from his place propped on his elbows over you and Bucky, "it's up to you two, I've always said I have no problems with going to a party and being able to show the world that you're mine."

You giggle, your heart fluttering as it always does when he calls you his, and turn your head to look at Bucky, "what about you Bucky?"

"It's been a while since I was able to go out dancing," he says, fingers combing through Loki's hair, "I'd love to spend the night doing that with my two favorite people, doll," he says to you.

You smile, "then it's settled, we'll go out tonight and let the world know that you're both mine and I'm yours," you giggle once more before leaning to kiss Bucky's stubbly cheek.

You movement opens your neck up for Loki to press a kiss to it, "that sounds perfect darling," he practically purrs. From there he turns and kisses Bucky, "right love?" he asks him.

"It does, Lo," he responds, his hand once again running through the other man's hair. A smile settles on your face, everything was perfect.

"Love," you use Bucky's pet name, "could you zip me up?" You ask hours later as you turn your back to him, after asking for help with your dress.

"Of course doll," he responds gently and you feel him run a finger up your spine before he zips up your dress that matched your eyes beautifully. His arms then settle around your waist and trap you against him, you giggle as you feel him lean down to press a kiss behind your ear.

You turn around and lock your arms around his neck, "I love you," you say softly and kiss his lips.

"Might I say, the two of you look ravishing this evening," Loki's voice says from the doorway before he comes over to join in the hug. "It's going to be quite the challenge to be sure that no one else looks at either of you."

You laugh and turn your head to look at him, "I could say the same for you darling," you free a hand to cup his cheek and give him a kiss, "I cannot keep others from looking at me, but I can tell you the only attention I want or need is yours and Buck's."

Loki turns his attention to Bucky with a slight shake of his head, "I suppose," he says running a hand through the other man's hair, "I could play nice for this evening."

Bucky laughs gently and kisses Loki, "at least for a little, you probably don't want the wolf mad at us again, especially cause last time she kicked us out of the bed for the night."

You laugh and shake your head, "that's a lie and you know it. I tried to kick you out of bed but as soon as the both of you gave me those puppy dog eyes you've perfected I let you right back in bed."

"Tsk," Loki clicks his tongue, "no worries darling, the two of us will behave," he pauses and smirks at Bucky, "until we're alone... You on the other hand, I'd be surprised if you can keep your hands off of us, y/n."

This gains a pout from you, "it's not my fault you two can't get drunk," you mutter. They both laugh at your reaction to their teasing before each one linking an arm with yours and escorting you out of the room and down to where the party was being hosted.

The room is set up magnificently, Tony knew how to host a good party, as always it would start out with some casual conversations, drinking and dancing. After the first couple hours it could then go one of two ways, elegant and royal ball like, or like a club with everyone hammered and dancing up on each other. No matter which way the party ended up going all of you always had fun with it.

The three of you weren't exactly late, but you entered after enough people arrived to cause a bit of a scene as everyone's heads turned to see you with an attractive man on each arm walk into the party. You immediately forget their teasing from a few minutes previous and let go of their arms to go get a drink from the bar. They both shake their heads, exasperated but knowing they were in for a fun night. "Might I have this dance, Love?" Loki asks, offering a hand to Bucky.

Bucky accepts the hand with a smile, he hadn't danced for reals since the 40s and he was excited, he'd always loved dancing and so had Loki. They move amazingly together, and you're more than happy to just sit and watch your two boys twirl one another around the dance floor since dancing wasn't so much your thing as it was theirs. They go on for a few songs and when they finally stop they were glowing with happiness. as they then approach you at the table where you had settled yourself with your drink.

"May I doll?" Bucky then asks you to dance and you accept before following him out to the dance floor. The night continues on like this the three of you taking turns dancing together, clearly together for everyone to see, and you of course get a little handsy later in the evening once you're a bit more than tipsy.

Finally all the guests leave and this leave the three of you and the rest of the team sitting around a table chatting and drinking some more. It's at this point that Thor brings out the Asgardian liquor dubbed "excelsior" and pours out four shot glasses, passing one to Steve, Bucky and Loki before keeping one for himself. Your two boys take the glasses offered to them, glancing at each other then you, happily zoned out across their laps, before taking the shots.

Bucky had one of your hands trapped in his and Loki was dealing with your other one that kept trying to creep up his shirt. You were lucky you were cute because you were quite the handful as drunk as you were. They weren't more than a little tipsy from the Asgardian mead they'd had access too, now the excelsior was beginning to set in for them, and let them both get drunk for once. They were still interested in talking with the others while you had given up on conversation a while before, preferring to lounge on them and keep trying to make out with them.

They were having fun with their friends and brothers so they were succeeding with ignoring you for the time being. Plus you were tired out from dancing so even if you did manage to drag them back to the room you'd only pass out after maybe a few kisses. You free your hand from Bucky's eventually to begin running it through his hair while your other hand continues to rest just under the edge of Loki's now untucked button up shirt.

Once the stronger stuff had been consumed by the two men, the three of you didn't last long remaining with the others. It had been really easy for you to get them to carry you to your bed, sure they weren't as drunk as you but now they were more than just tipsy, It had just been a matter of you pulling Bucky into an awkwardly angled kiss, since you were lying across his lap, and the hand that was resting on Loki's side moving so your fingers were just under the waistband of his pants. With that the three of you were getting off the couch, you being carried in Bucky's arms while Loki puts his arm around both of you and teleports you to your room.

Once you're in your bedroom you're suddenly motivated to move on your own, slipping out of Bucky's arms and standing on your own. You struggle with your dress for a few moments, forgetting about the zipper, before Loki rescues you. You giggle drunkenly and kiss his cheek before stripping down to your underwear, stealing one of their shirts off the chair it had been thrown over and flopping down on your side of the bed and promptly passing out. It wasn't exactly your side since you were usually in the middle but they made do, climbing in on the other side of the bed.

They organize themselves and get comfortable, letting Loki be the little spoon and Bucky the big spoon. At least until you roll over and throw an arm and a leg over top of both of them and slip your other arm and leg underneath them to make yourself the biggest of all the spoons. Somehow you're comfortable despite the fact that you are in a position similar to that of a sloth in a tree, completely wrapped around them.

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Fears All the Way Down - Chapter Two

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here's chapter two! i had fun writing it, hope y'all enjoy!

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Nesta might not enjoy it, but she knows how to give credit where credit is due, and there's no denying it: her sisters and their friends have thought this plan out thoroughly.

After they've calmed down enough, her sisters move on promptly to the next phase. Elain is off with those shadow wraiths of hers to pack up Nesta's meager belongings and Feyre is explaining to her what the upcoming week will look like.

"The important thing to remember whenever you feel overwhelmed is that the worst is already behind you and you've made it this far and you can continue on," Feyre says, clearly reciting something from memory. "And that we're always going to be there to help you."

She moves on to explain the detoxification process they're going to put her through. She dresses up the words in a healer's jargon and tries her best to be sensitive, but Nesta doesn't like to lie to herself and understands the crux of it: she's fucked up her body too much and can't even be trusted to just stop drinking so she has to be weaned off while under a few sets of eyes.

"So, who's going to be in the House with me?" Nesta asks when she's done.

"We know you don't need a keeper," Feyre says carefully. "If you'd prefer to be alone, you can be. We'll visit you every day, if you'd like. And the library's healer will be checking up on you, of course, as I said. But...do you need anyone in the House? Do you want anyone with you?"

"No," Nesta says, not entirely believing they're going to leave her to her own devices.

Feyre shrugs. "Then take the week to acclimate. We'll come by only as often as you want."

"Who's we?"

"Me and Elain," Feyre says firmly.

Perhaps there had been an argument about that. To her surprise, Nesta feels her throat burn at the thought of her sister standing up for her. No, she does not want any of the others coming to see her like this...she never wants to see them at all, actually.

"The staff has all been cleared out, too," Feyre continues. "The magic of the House should be enough...but of course, if anything's missing--anything at all. Just say so. Shops can't deliver up, but we'll bring anything you need the next day."

Nesta only nods.

"Well...we'll go up now, then, if that's all right with you. We'll have your things delivered later today. Elain will visit as soon as she can."

Elain does not want to visit, Nesta realizes. Not while Nesta's sick and seizing over the next few days.

"She doesn't have to come," Nesta says. "Neither do you," she adds.

"We'll...see how you feel."

Cassian and Rhysand are waiting for them in the dining room. She's not sure whom she wants to see less.

But Cassian's good enough that he isn't looking to humiliate her further and her sister's got her husband on a tight enough leash that mercifully, neither of them says anything. Feyre gives her an encouraging smile as she gently pushes her closer to Cassian and holds onto her shoulder.

The winnowing is instant, too quick to process, especially considering what comes after.

The drop is terrifying, even though it's only for a fraction of a second. Just as Nesta clenches her jaw to stop her instinctual scream, Cassian grabs her in his arms and holds her tightly against himself. The descent slows, and there's an undeniable calming effect of being pressed into something--someone--so warm and strong, but the fear doesn't leave her until she is out of the open air and standing with solid ground beneath her feet.

"All right," Feyre says, slipping out of Rhysand's embrace with approximately none of the urgency with which Nesta ripped herself away from Cassian. "Let me help you get settled."

What on earth that could possibly mean Nesta does not know, as she doesn't carry anything with her and it's not yet eleven in the morning. But it's becoming clear to her that there's another reason for Feyre's shifty eyes.

"Is the same room all right, then?" Feyre asks as they reach it. Two floors below the entrance, once with a door connecting her to Elain, but that's sealed off now. The only difference, as far as she can tell.

"It's fine," she says, peering out the window. She could not help but be taken by the view the first time she had stayed here, and now was no different. The sprawling city in the valley of these red mountains, the Sidra snaking through it, and the glittering sea beyond. It's beautiful. Nesta likes beautiful things.

"You didn't get to decorate it much last time, but if there's anything you'd like..." Feyre trails off.

Nesta doesn't answer. She doesn't feel like pretending to care about decor to help her stall.

Feyre understands, sighing and fiddling with her fingers. "All right, there's some more I have to tell you."

"Go on," Nesta says, not turning from the window.

"Well," she says. "As you know...your apartment...the whole building--subdivision, really--it's...it's..."

"Old," Nesta supplies. Which is not the word her sister was thinking of, she knows.

"Yes, old. Well. The council has decided that they want to...fix it up, so...they're...rebuilding it."

Nesta blinks. "Rebuilding it?"

"Yes."

"It's already built."

"Well. They're..."

"You're tearing it down," Nesta says flatly.

"No!" Feyre says, and Nesta can see her eyes widen in the faint reflection. "I mean...yes, it's being torn down, but they're building it right back up! And much nicer! Hot water and...it'll be right there waiting for you when you...we're keeping it for you. For if you want to stay there again. But you know..." Feyre allows herself a bit of hope in her voice. "You might not want to. Maybe you'd like a different house...if you want..."

What exactly the problem is with her staying in a newly refurbished apartment, Nesta doesn't know. But no matter. It's not as though she's attached to the old one, and if they're going to pay for her to stay there when she's done with this little experiment...fine. Hot water on demand would be nice, at any rate.

"All right," Nesta says.

Feyre waits a beat before saying, "There's more."

Nesta turns to face her.

Swallowing, Feyre says, "Now, I meant what I said about you not needing to be kept."

Here it is, then.

"But there are...two issues with that. Well...maybe three."

She crosses her arms. This should be good.

"Well, as I explained, the first week or so is going to be difficult. And since you don't want to stay in the library and the healer can't always be here and you might...need someone..."

"You're going to be staying the week?" Nesta says sharply, face heating. That--that's too much. She can't take that. The whole week--so Feyre will be able to hear her retching all night long--some of it won't even be because of the alcohol; Nesta often finds herself rushing to the toilet, she hasn't been able to keep a full meal down in over a year.

"No," Feyre says, red as she imagines she is now. "I'll visit if you want. But...no. I thought...no."

Good. That's--good.

"But you do need...someone...for the first week. To make sure...to call the healer, really, if something happens in the middle of the night. And..." Feyre pauses to take a deep breath. "You remember Briallyn." She's blunt, and doesn't phrase it like a question, so Nesta's too surprised to flinch. "Well," she says, taking her widened eyes as a yes, "she's...she remembers you. And she's..."

"She wants to kill me," Nesta says flatly.

"Yes," Feyre responds. "But you don't need to be scared. We're not going to let her get to you."

"You're still not telling me everything."

"No," Feyre says, sighing. "I'm sorry. It's...not easy for me to say. I'm easing into it. All right. She's...we have reason to believe she's formed an alliance within the Night Court."

At this Nesta blinks. "What, you mean..."

"Not any of us," Feyre says, startled. "Of course not! Of course--don't think that!"

She only gives a small shrug. The idea of Morrigan hating her enough to work with that wretched crone is not entirely unbelievable to her, but she doesn't say so to her sister. She can try to try, at least, with what all the pair of them are doing.

The left side of Nesta's lips tugs upwards slightly. Not even a half-smile, just a tic, but Nesta's actually pleased with herself. Not insulting her sister's friend aloud directly to spare Feyre's feelings isn't much, but for her, when she hasn't cared about anyone's feelings in so long...

Feyre isn't privy to all that has gone on in Nesta's mind and she is still trepidative. She takes another deep breath--always with the dramatics, this one, isn't she?--and says, "We have reason to believe Briallyn has formed an alliance with some rebel groups within Illyria. We think she's promised them a path to independence if they get you to her."

Whatever Nesta was expecting, it wasn't this. The Illyrians...she knows, of course, that they don't like her, don't trust her. But Rhysand--Cassian and Azriel--doesn't that mean anything?

"I didn't know they want independence," Nesta says, when she realizes Feyre is peering at her intently, expectantly.

"They want to be allowed to mutilate their females and take revenge on each other as they please," Feyre says. "They can't do that while we're in charge."

"I thought they...liked serving in the Night Court's army." Her cheeks flush the slightest bit--perhaps it's naïve, but leading the Illyrians for this court is the pride of Cassian's life. She had assumed they were the same way. That they didn't like answering to someone born at his low station, sure, but she hadn't known they resented being here.

"It's not everyone," she says. "There were some who sided with Amarantha, some who...listen, you don't need to worry about it. All you need to focus on is yourself right now."

"And," Nesta presses.

Feyre takes yet another deep breath. "Cassian's going to be staying here for a few days. Just a few days!" she hurries. "Just until you're through the worst of it! And just make sure the House is secure while you are here by yourself."

"Why couldn't the House be checked--"

"We didn't want to alert anyone of your presence," she explains. "It's a pretty fantastical theory, that Illyrians are colluding with citizens from Velaris to overthrow Rhys and me, but...stranger things have happened. And since Hybern managed to find you here before..."

She can appreciate that, at least.

"Just a few days."

"A week at most."

"You keep changing the rules."

Feyre raises her arms. "I know. But that's the last of it, I swear."

Nesta's expression does not falter. "I don't appreciate being manipulated."

"I'm not manipulating! I just...didn't want to overwhelm you all at once. I'm...easing you into things."

Nesta considers this for a beat. "Stop doing it right now."

"I will," she says immediately.

At this, Nesta softens, though perhaps imperceptibly.

"All right," Feyre says after Nesta does not bite back. "I'll...leave you to get settled. The healer's left you some tonics there--" she punctuates her words with an arm extended towards the table by Nesta's bedside--"for you to take before bed...and you know where the dining room is...I promise Cassian will stay out of your way. He just might check up on you before you go to sleep, and..."

"Lift me up out of my own sick in the middle of the night?"

Feyre flinches. "Help you. Just until the healer can come up."

Nesta turns back to the window. "So I suppose I'll see you in a week, then?"

"As soon as you'd like."

There's that. That's...something.

"Your things will be delivered tomorrow. If you need anything--"

"You said."

"I know." Feyre wrings her hands, her ring and bracelets clinking softly together. "And...while you're here...Rhys and the others won't just drop by unannounced. We won't--well--if a few weeks--I mean--"

"I've got it," she says.

"Right. Well. Good."

What to say to her sister? They've hardly ever embraced. The time they had started to grow closer is long gone now, both those bodies ashes of the past.

"I just want to say," Feyre starts softly, "that...I'm really proud of you for doing this. I know...trust that I know it isn't easy. But I promise you it will be worthwhile. You'll see."

By the time Nesta summons the nerve to turn around and ask about those innocents, how she had gotten through it, her sister is already gone.

Because Nesta had explored the House when she had been brought here by Rhysand so long ago, she does not feel the need to do so now. She knows where the library is, knows where her room and the dining room are, and those are all she intends to frequent.

She spends the rest of the morning in the library, but she is too restless to keep her focus on a book. After finding herself staring blankly at a wall for the fifth time, eyes refusing to fixate on the words in her lap, she shuts the book and tightly and places it on a table. She doesn't know what she expected. It's been months since she's managed to read. No romance novels for her. No romance, either--not that that had ever happened. But once, she would have thought that the amount of sex she's been having would be linked to...something.

Her life has become an endless stream of not this, not now. Anything to get her out of her own head. Bitter alcohol--the kind she actually likes, gin or white wine, never seems to wipe her mind clean--and sex with strangers. And it works perfectly, because those things befit a lady of her station. That's how the loveless, useless, dregs of society spend their days: drinking, fucking, gambling away someone else's money--

"Nothing to read?"

Nesta startles.

"Sorry," Cassian says, walking up to her and sitting in the big armchair opposite. "Thought you heard me."

It takes her a moment to find her voice. "Did I give any indication of the sort?"

He grins. "Just assumed you were ignoring me."

Would that I could, she thinks darkly. But who could ignore him? Too big, too loud, too...just too much. Too much person for one body.

"Been a while," he says casually.

She doesn't answer, reaching through the drink-stained memories to find the last time she had seen him, besides this morning. Must've been...summer solstice. They had barely spoken, like all their other interactions since the war. She can count them on one hand.

And she does. Far more frequently then she admits to herself.

"Just thought you'd like to know I've finished securing the House."

Nesta nods once, absently. Perhaps this was a mistake. After all, they had thought the House was secure last time, hadn't they? What if they're attacked again? These priestesses...because of her. If they know that Briallyn is going to try and snatch her, that she's formed an alliance with Illyrians who can fly into the veranda, is this really worth the risk?

"Don't," Cassian says, voice low. She tenses as he leans closer to her. "You have a right to be here as much as any of them. Maybe you should have been here all along."

She catches the guilt in his tone, in his eyes, and blinks. That's...not what she had been expecting. And not what she's prepared to deal with.

She stands. "I was informed that you'd stay out of my way."

Just like that, any tenderness snaps out of his posture. He's standing before her, too, wings slightly flared.

"Do forgive me, Lady Nesta," he says with a mocking bow. "I'll let you get back to your riveting activity of staring at the wall in a room by yourself."

She has to say something before he leaves; can't let him end this with her on the losing hand. But she's quick on her feet, even if she never knows where she stands with him.

"I wouldn't want to interrupt your perching on the window opposite," she answers, voice icy. A blind shot in the dark, as she hadn't heard him at all. But it appears as though it lands, as his eyes grow even darker and he reins in a snarl as he stalks out.

Nesta loosens a breath as he leaves.

Riling up Nesta like that is never smart, but it's particularly stupid today. Not the least of which being Feyre had specifically ordered him not to.

Cassian tries to force himself to focus on the knives he's throwing, but he's too worked up to even admire the shiny new blades Rhys had purchased especially for this new training center on the top of the House.

"So you have a place to blow off steam," he had explained to him. Away from Feyre, of course, who no longer tolerated any implication that spending time with Nesta could be...difficult.

"It's only a week," he had said. He trains every day, but the refurbished personal arena is unnecessary for that, considering he's supposed to be keeping the House secure for the duration of his stay.

Rhys had only shrugged casually. Cassian knew what he had thought. That it might be more. That he would want to stay...that she would want him to stay.

He catches his and Feyre's snagging glances and innocent suggestions, but he dutifully ignores them each time. Nothing he feels on the subject matters, after all, because Nesta doesn't want anything to do with him.

He knows he shouldn't have approached her. Especially not considering he's supposed to make sure she eats something for dinner and she's not going to want to talk to him twice in a day.

But he just--he can't stay away. Not when she's so close and so...lost. Alone. Sitting in the library, unable to disappear into one of those romances she likes so much--unable to enjoy herself! It's too much to ask of him. To just watch her like that and not say anything. Just go about his day, ignoring the fact that...she needs him.

He does his best to ignore the sneering voice in his mind as the thought crosses his mind. She does need him. Or, rather, she needs someone and he can be that person. He can be exactly what she needs.

If she'd just let him.

And he had intended to be kind and patient. He had started that way, hadn't he? Trying to soothe her obvious fears and insecurities.

She hadn't wanted that. He should have known she didn't want that. Of course it's too much for her, too smothering, so she had shut him out. He knows that. He knows why she does that. But...it still hurt. Every time she rejects him, it hurts.

Not about you, he reminds himself. Feyre hadn't said the words outright, but she had made herself clear. Not that Cassian would ever...he wants the best for her, too. Of course he does. He's not going to do anything to jeopardize her recovery.

Starting right now.

It should be easy, he tells himself. He's gone months without seeing her in the past. Not to mention more than five hundred years before she was born. He can do this. Just...she's in the library and she's safe and she'll eat lunch if she wants to and if not, fine. She doesn't have to. She's been getting so little food these days they don't want to throw her back into it, anyway. Soup at dinner will be enough.

But feeling her presence...knowing she's there, a few storeys below him...in the state she's in, no less....

He manages. What other choice does he have? So he fills his time on the top of the House, doing rounds every so often--not looking in the windows of the House trying to find her--until dinner time, where he paces the dining room like an idiot.

Until she comes in.

She hasn't changed clothes since earlier, and she looks, if possible, worse. Logically he knows that she can't have lost weight since this morning, and the less alcohol in her system must be better, but...her cheeks are definitely hollower. Eyes more sickly. Brilliant, daring, cunning, beautiful gray eyes...lifeless.

Don't screw this up, he tells himself sternly. She needs to eat dinner tonight because she needs to take a tonic along with it. If he upsets her, she won't eat.

But he can't--he can't play this game like she can. Not when she's this far gone. So he says something. Doesn't know what, just knows he has to fill the silence.

"Do you like soup?"

Wonderful. Perhaps the stupidest thing he could ask her.

She ignores him as she sits at the head of the table, making his blood boil. Would she just look at him?

But his anger melts as he watches her gear up to eat. All the strength she has left focused on forcing her arm to extend, her fingers clutching her spoon so tightly her knuckles are a white that scares him. She swallows tightly before she puts the spoon in her mouth, that elegant neck of hers tensing and her delicate, too-protruding collarbone rising with it.

She steels herself one final time as she moves the spoon into her mouth and winces as it goes down.

"Not particularly," she says softly.

It takes him a few moments to realize she's answered him.

He clears his throat. "Well--we could get you something else?" Surely none of the food the House has put out for him will settle right with her, but...toast, maybe? Even if it doesn't have the nutrients she so desperately needs...perhaps she'll take a vegetable spread. Or blended fruit.

"It's no matter."

You matter. The words are right on his tongue, and he has to shove a forkful of steak into his mouth to keep him from letting them out. That might be too much for her. He can't scare her off again.

"Strong flavors...don't sit well with me." She stifles a flinch as she takes another spoonful and downs half a glass of ice water.

That's something, at least. Rehydrating herself properly is important.

"We can dilute it." She'd have to have more of it, of course, but perhaps it'd be worth it.

"It's no matter," she says again.

Bullshit. Absolute bullshit, and he's certainly not going to let it continue. But...fine. Let her have this soup tonight. But he'll find something she likes to eat and can stomach soon enough.

They are silent for another few minutes. Cassian pretends not to stare at her and she pretends not to notice. He's well into his second helping before she gets close to finishing her bowl.

"Here," he says, when she only has a few spoonfuls left, and hands her the vial the healer had given him.

"What is this?"

He hesitates. "Mock liquor." To mimic the effects of alcohol without actually putting any in her system. To let her sleep easier.

"Oh. Feyre said. She left some for me next to my bed."

"No, that's an anti-toxin." To push her body in the right direction of purging itself without hurting too much. Lowers the risk of seizing.

"Oh."

He wants to punch himself at the blank look on her face. She has to go through this because they let it get this far. He let it get this far.

But at the very least, she is not going through it alone. Not if it kills him.

Nesta swallows the mock liquor quickly and then finishes off her second glass of water. Picking up her napkin and neatly setting it aside, she rises, and says, "I'm going to bed."

"Good night," he says, though they both know she won't have one and he'll be seeing her in a few hours.

How miserable it is to watch her leave. She's going to have a painful night, and she's probably also scared about Briallyn or the Illyrians attacking her, and she feels alone. He just knows she feels alone.

She's sick and it's his fault. He'd promised her and he'd failed her.

But no more. He's making it up to her. He'll do what he can tonight and this week and for all the rest of it...he's going to keep her safe. Going to weed out every single rebel if he has to go door to door in every camp in Illyria. Nesta has faced her last external battle. He's going to make sure of that.

When she opens the door to her bedroom, there are flames flickering in the fireplace. Flickering, burning...crackling, snapping.

She's not sure how long she stands there at the threshold, before she finds her voice, broken and small, and says, "Could you turn that off, please?"

She doesn't know who she's talking to, how the magic of the House works, but something must be listening, because it dies down. Nesta crosses the room to the windows and cracks one open, enough to stick her head out and breathe in the cold air, ridding the scent of death from her nostrils. She stays there until she's shivering.

"Don't light fires again," she says, voice not as weak as before. "Please," she tacks on.

Nesta's never put so much thought into preparing for bed before, but she knows she has to think about it tonight. The tonics and withdrawal will work hand in hand to make sure she'll wake up ill or seizing or any number of miserable things, and then Cassian will rush in and stay with her until some healer she doesn't know does. She can't decide which is worse.

That's not true. Cassian is worse.

So she picks out a more modest nightgown than she normally would. It's autumn, anyway, and with no extra warmth from a fire, and so high up...not so bad. She might've preferred a pant set, but she's certainly not going to wear those tonight. The shin-length dress and heavy socks will have to do.

Now there is the matter of her hair. Once, she had worn it loose or sometimes braided to sleep, but since Hybern's soldiers had ripped her out of her home by her unbound locks...no. She wears it up.

But they'll know. They'll know she put her hair up to go to bed, and they'll wonder why. And she can't stomach them wondering why.

There's a silk hair tie in the boudoir. Let Cassian think, at least, that there's some vain reason for tying her hair in a bun for bed. Let him not bring it up in mocking, or to her sisters. Let the healer be too professional to say anything.

She hates this. She's already subject to more scrutiny than she'd ever, ever wanted. As Feyre's sister, as a freak of nature. And now it'll be even worse.

What have they told people, she wonders, as she swallows the tonic Feyre's left for her (mostly tasteless, if a bit bitter). That she's been sent to the seaside for her health? That she's doing something for the Night Court in some other land? Or worst of all, the truth?

She wishes, not for the first time, that she could just get a grip on herself. Just get over everything as swiftly as Elain has, or even made her own happiness like Feyre. Goodness knows she was never really going to have it there, below the Wall. She was never made for that. And now she's been Made, and no one knows what for.

The thoughts are too miserable to wallow in for long, and luckily, she doesn't have to. One of the tonics sends her to a deep, claiming sleep, soon after climbing into bed.

Or so she thinks, until a few hours later, when she is up and sweating and gasping and doesn't even make it all the way to the bathroom before collapsing on the floor, and a bucket appears in front of her, and all the soup and tea and water from yesterday is being violently, violently, violently, squeezed out of her. Like it's someone else's doing, like she can't even control her own body.

She doesn't hear Cassian come in, just feels him lift her slightly.

"It's all right," he says, calm. He doesn't whisper, which feels almost obscene in the darkness. "You're all right. The healer's on her way, Nesta."

She doesn't answer. She wants to disappear. He's stroking her back...can he feel how thin she is? Of course he can. But can he feel how weak, how pathetic? She's not stopped shaking. She tries to tense to stop it, can he tell?

But then she throws herself forward as she's sick all over again, and it's not even worth it, she just wants to be left alone to die in peace, nothing is worth this, nothing, nothing, nothing.

"Stay with me," he says, one hand on her waist and another rubbing along the length of her arm. "Here she is, Nesta."

"Good night, Lady Nesta," says a soft, female voice. "My name is Daphne. I'm the healer for all the girls at the library. I'm a priestess, too."

She's one of the girls then, she means. Or she was. What had it been to send her to this place? Had she been a healer before?

But again, Nesta says nothing.

"I'm just going to do some quick checking," Daphne says, in her soft voice. "Just to make sure you're all right." She settles her fingertips on different points on Nesta's body, almost too fast to register with all her shaking. Temples, pulse points, abdomen. "All right," she says. "How do you feel?"

After a few seconds, it becomes clear Nesta has to answer. "Fine," she manages, voice barely a rasp.

"Brave girl," Daphne coos, not unkindly. Nesta wants to die all over again. "Do you feel very cold?"

Nesta thinks for a moment, trying to reach out to her whole body. It's an effort not to curl up into a dark spot in her mind and just let it all happen.

"Not very," she says. A little cool, maybe.

"Do you feel very hot?"

"No."

"Good," she says. "It looks as though you're reacting very well to the tonic. I think the symptoms we're seeing now will be the ones we see over the next few days."

Which is a polite way of saying that Nesta's going to keep vomiting and sweating and shaking, but at least it won't be any worse.

"Drink this. It'll help you settle to sleep again."

"Do you think she'll wake up again?" Cassian asks, his arms still around her.

"No, I think she'll sleep till morning. The tonics are good like that. Help to regulate the system and reactions. Do you need help with anything else, Lady Nesta?"

"I can help her," Cassian says, when it becomes clear she isn't going to reply.

"Just make sure she drinks another glass of water before falling asleep."

"I will. Good night. Thank you."

"Of course, General. Good night."

Cassian sits there, stroking her back, for another few minutes, before she summons the strength to shift slightly out of his hold. He doesn't hesitate, moving seamlessly to help her stand. He walks her to the bathroom so she can wash her mouth.

"You have to drink this," he says, handing her a glass of water.

"I know."

He opens his mouth again, but she cuts him off.

"I don't want to hear it."

She can hear his frown in his voice. "You don't know what I was going to say."

Raising her eyes, she catches his gaze in the mirror. "You want to assure me that I'm not pathetic."

He blinks. "I wasn't going to...do you want me to do that?"

Nesta sets down her toothbrush. "I just said I didn't." She can feel the tonic already starting to work as her head clears. She experimentally eases her weight off the counter. Yes, she can stand on her own now. She takes the glass from him and starts to drink slowly.

"I wasn't aware that I needed to assure you of that. Is...do you think that?"

She only sips her water.

His eyes widen. "Do you think I think that?"

Nesta says to no one, "Could I have more water, please?"

Cassian's eyebrows quirk slightly as he watches the House's magic respond, but then he says, taking her chin, "Nesta. Look at me."

Well, when he's given her no choice.

"I have never in my life thought you were pathetic."

How, she wonders as they stand there like that. How could he possibly be telling the truth? For he is strong and sturdy and commanding and she had to hang onto the bathroom counter for support as she washed the sick out of her mouth after beginning a withdrawal process from alcohol.

And yet, somehow, she knows he isn't lying.

"You can get back to bed yourself, then," he says, dropping his hand. "You know where I am if you need me. Good night."

He doesn't wait for her to reply, just turns and leaves, shutting the door quietly behind him.

His warmth lingers in the room far after he's gone, as does his touch on her face. She loses count of how many times she traces over it before she falls asleep again.

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yoursecretsmutblog · 3 years

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playing with fire II.

A/N: For my dear friend @littlefreya on her birthday. I hope you have a wonderful day and know that you are very much loved by me. Thank you for being you.

A/N 2: This is how I imagined pwf. would end, so I hope y'all enjoy it!

Warnings: Unprotected sex, my bad writing

playing with fire.

My phone drops from my hand as I sit stock-still on his bed, staring at the empty wall in front of me.

What have I done?

“Jesus fuck, Faith, why did you do that? You just pissed off a senior officer and lost your job.” I groan, covering my face with my hands as I lay back on the bed.

Rubbing my face with my hands, I groan some more, cursing myself for being so stupid. Everyone knows Agent Walker is not the forgiving type.

Picking my phone back up, I see it has been 30 minutes since August hung-up on me.

For 30 minutes I have been laying here debating if I should leave. But if I did, I know he would just find me.

This is it. This is how it ends for me. No epic ending. Just sitting on the bed of my training officer scared and wet. But why am I oddly turned on by that?

What am I going to tell my friends? Shit, what am I going to tell my parents? They were so proud when I got in.

Fuck it. I’m done waiting.

I stand and gather myself when the door slams open, the handle hitting the plaster of the wall just on the other side of the bedroom. Startled, I sit back down, pushing my skirt down my legs, trying to preserve what little dignity I have left.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” August seethes. His whole body takes up the door frame, all I could see was him, with no way to escape.

I scoot back to the headboard, disoriented and heart pounding as my brain slowly catches up to the adrenaline racing through my bloodstream. “I … you told me not to go anywhere.”

He stalks toward me, stopping at the side of the bed and tugs his tie loose with an impatient jerk. “You broke into my house--”

“The door was open--”

“--and got onto my bed.”

“I… “ I look up at him, eyes widening. The energy changed the moment my eyes meet his. He was fully incharge now. He looks like he wants to kill me. How could I have been so stupid? I should have left after he hung-up.

August reaches his hand out and instinctively I flinch back. But he surprises me by gently sweeping his thumb across my bottom lip.

“I could have you arrested.” He says simply, tilting his head to the side as he watches me.

Meeting his gaze, I push up onto my knees, sliding my hands up his chest. “I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”

Moving his fingers to my jaw, he holds me in place with a steel-like grip, “You don’t think I notice you?” he growls. “Always up front, your eyes on me the entire time, the way your breathing changes when I come around, the way you fidget in your seat. Your lips so full and red all I can think about is how they would feel around my cock.”

I lick my lips, biting my lower one. “I can show you.”

He says nothing.

“I promise, I won’t tell anyone.” I plead.

August closes his eyes, jaw tight as he takes a breath. When they open again, he leans in, his grip tightening around my jaw and says, “If you think of this as rewarding you for breaking into my house…”

Holy shit. He’s going to let me do it.

I want him so much I feel restless and urgent, this elemental need clawing at my throat. My nails dig into his shirt, making small balls in my fits as I try to keep him close.

But it’s all a ruse. He pulls free of my grip easily, leaning back to look at me with fire in his eyes.

“I had a lot of work on my desk when you called with your little show earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. Being near him makes me liquid, my insides slithering and molten.

His nostrils flare, “What do you think it did to my concentration, knowing you’re here thinking of me, touching skin that could be mine to touch?”

With his eyes holding mine, and to make his point, he slides his other hand under my skirt, pushes my panties to the side as two fingers find me soaked. “Who made you this wet?”

I don’t answer, instead I close my eyes, pushing into his hand before reaching his wrist and fuck his fingers if he won’t move. I’m on fire, everywhere and especially here, drowning with a clawing need to come, for him to make me come.

With a jerk of his arm he pulls his fingers from me and pushes them inside my mouth, making me taste myself. His fingers on my jaw curls into the hollow of my cheeks to hold my mouth open.

“Who. Made. You. Wet.”

“You,” I manage to say around his fingers before he pulls them back. “I thought about you all day. Not just when I called.” I stare into his eyes, his look taking my breath away. “I think about you all day long.”

I’m sure he can see the truth in my expression as his eyes drop to my lips and he pulls his hands away from my face, leaving me feeling empty from his loss of his touch.

“I don’t care about the rules. I want you.” So much honesty is spilling from me. What is he doing to me?

“Faith…”

My heart turns, pounding so hard it’s no longer a safe rhythm. It is thrashing beneath my ribs.

This was a mistake. “Agent Walker… I--”

“Your body is for my pleasure,” he tells me, eyes dark. “You’re in my house, kitten. I’ll take whatever I want.”

I nod as my hands work on pulling his shirt from his pants, my fingers teasing the line of hair leading down his belly button and into his pants. Impatiently, he tugs at my hair, pushing his hips forward, and grunts his approval when I quickly unfasten his belt, his zipper, and shove his pants down his thighs so I can free his cock.

Oh.

It juts out in front of me thick and warm; when I reach for him, he’s steel in my palm. I have to use both hands, gripping and sliding down his length, wanting him to let go of my hair so I can bend and suck on him with as much hunger as I feel.

I twist free from his hold, intending to lick him until he comes, but with a growl he pushes me back on the bed, bending to retrieve his tie so he can wrap it around my wrists and secure it to the headboard.

Wasting no time, August takes his shirt off before kicking off his pants and climbs over me, yanking my underwear down my legs and shoving my skirt up my hips. With his hands flat on my thighs, he spreads my legs, leans forward, and roughly thrusts into me.

I can’t help but scream. I’m starved and satisfied, wanting him to stay just like this forever. But he doesn’t stay deep inside me for long. He pulls back and then slams forward, gripping the headboard for leverage and taking me so roughly each thrust forces air from my lungs and my teeth to clatter.

It’s wild, and frantic, his body over mine, my legs clamped around his waist so tight I wonder if it hurts him. I want to hurt him, in a sick dark way I want to pull every sensation to the surface, make him feel everything all at once that I have felt in the last 6 months. The lust and pain and need and relief.

“I wanted to get things done tonight,” August hisses, hands clamping around my thighs. He pumps hard and fast, fucking me so roughly, sweat trickles off his temple and lands on my chest. His anger is terrifying and thrilling. “Instead I need to come home and deal with a naughty kitten.”

“Please make me come,” I beg.

I want his approval, I want his anger.

“Please,” I whisper. “I’ll be good.”

“Bad kittens don’t get pleasure. I’ll take and take and you can watch me instead.”

He’s moving so hard the bed is shaking, groaning beneath us. I’m afraid it just might break.

“Watch me come.” He commands, jerking from me and gripping his cock. His hand flies down and up his length and he curses, eyes on me.

God, he has never looked so sinful.

The first pulse of his release lashes me across my cheek, and then my neck, my breasts. I’ll never be able to imagine a sexier sound than the deep groan August makes when he comes, the way he growls my name. He bends, sweaty and out of breath; his eyes move over my face and down, inspecting how he’s decorated me. Climbing up my body so his hips are level with my face, he presses his cock to my lips, ordering, “Lick it clean.”

I open my mouth and lick around the tip, and then suck down, along the velvet-soft skin.

Nothing has ever tasted as good as he does.

“August…”

“You like this,” he murmurs. “Pleasing me.”

“Yes.”

He watches me for a moment, as if debating something before climbing off the bed.

“Once I untie your hands, you will have 30 seconds to leave. Tomorrow during your training you will keep it professional unless you want to face the consequences of disobeying me in front of the entire HQ.” He reaches for the tie but stops. “Or disobey if you want, I will have more fun if you do.” He smiles wickedly as he makes quick work of the knot.

Once the material falls from my wrists, I jump off the bed, adjust myself quickly before rushing to the door.

“Oh, and one more thing Miss. Collins,” He calls out, making me stop just short of the front door. “Be here at 9 pm sharp tomorrow. You don’t want to be late.”

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rurifangirl · 3 years

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aight. here somes the ask lore thingie

tw for ppl readin: mention of mental illness, father mention

firstly, how did rui end up meetin the rest of the gang? did they all have sum sort of run in? did they just happen to meet on exident?

also is the father a villain? i remember ya mention him, and was wonderin

and do they have a specific place where they stay? like in a dormstory, a single house, do they live in a single town, or in completly different places?

do any of them suffer from mental/physical illnesses? if they do, how does it affect their life/relationships w others?

Aight, so here we go, be ready cuz shit's long.

(1st part - The Rui n the gang meeting; The Shou meeting) No Tw

Honestly, I also kinda wanted to do this for quite a long time, so I'm gonna firstly talk about how the gang (w/o really mentioning the others name's since they're gonna get introduced soon) met itself and decided to form, and then I'll individually do It in Lyva's and Shou's case, specifically Shou's since i mentioned that his meetin was somethin id have to take care of in another post, so i will rn.

First things first, w the whole gang. Now It wasn't really casually, mainly because Lyva n Rui did meet up, but It was during a special occasion still, that being a really important manifestation in one of the main regions in my oc universe. (They don't have name's yet so pls don't bash me🤡) Them being primarly the Forest, where Rui eventually lives in after all of his past shit, the near-countryside part, where Lyva was living, a pretty much city living on water, where Shou's currently living, and many more, as such the dunes with which I'll introduce Qiran (hopefully tomorrow/today),The sea itself, some High up places and as I said many, many other more. Other than this brief intro, they meet up where Lyva used to live, but mainly because of problems and out of conviniance.

Everyone had something to take back from, so they agreed to help eachother to reach that end, so it's all really planned. Now i won't really go w Lyva, cuz i explained how she met Rui the first time n how they helped her, so I don't need to ramble more on this. Now I'm gonna go w Shou's part though.

This Is more of a note i wanted y'all to know first, cuz i really like how Lyva n Rui met him the first time (cuz the second time was when the gang then all agreed to form n all that jazz.). Basically, Rui n Lyva were out, n visiting new places as such, to prepare themselves further and to try and search for more weapons, cuz they both knew that they'd eventually get in trouble, and even though they still are good, they wouldn't stand much a chance, n since Shou's Place is known for its production they decided to go. N fun fact, there's many funny shit that happends, for example Rui tries to touch a fish, but gets SLAPPED by It. They're still mad >:[. Ajkskdj anyways, some other stuff happends n they just, lose themselves. They had a map ofc but still managed to do so. But Rui was usin It so, I don't really blame em for gettin lost.

Shit happends n they find themselves pratically in front of his shrine/palace. Shou's servitors (cuz he saw everything happend from afar n gave them the okay) brought em in, but rather than makin em idk some tea n just making them recouver, Shou rather put them under some "tests" w/o tellin em, to see if they were any use.

For example he brought them some cups of tea, but before drinking them Rui noticed somethin unusual in the water, so they gave Lyva a sign to not drink It, n as Shou asked as a reason why they just replied that they weren't thirsthy, leavin Shou in a kind of defeated state. Bitch if i love this part honestly, there's so much fun to seein all of their reactions, but I'm gonna go brief rn. So other of this tests pass later n Shou eventually gets upset cuz they're all winnin n seemingly makin fun of him, lettin him in a weaket standpoint, n a fight happends. Even though it's a 2v1 situation he can still manage pretty well, so It ends in a draw. They get to talk after this and get to understand that they don't have to necesseraly be on the opposite side, though Shou Is still unsure whether to belive in that or not.

After they leave him, pratically almost alone w only a bunch of servitors helpin him. He admits defeat n won't show up until the event and yadayada. (Also it's during this weak time of his he'll meet Qiran which i already have plans w so it's all goin to be said bout their relationship in their post.)

(2nd part, the father mention.) Tw:father mention

So it's true that w Shou i did mention his father, but I'm not entirely sure bout his involvment honestly. In theory he kind of is a villain itself, even because of his devilish nature, so it's true, but im not sure whether to make him an independent villain or part of a group of them. But rather than that yes, i do want to make him some sort of villain in the end, because that's also part of Shou's agreement to be part of the group. I will make concept art for him so he'll definetly be involved. Not gonna lie, mabye that bastards also involved w Rui's cult too in a way or another but im givin in too many details holy shit I'll never get outta this fuck

(3rd part- where do they live) No Tw

They live in their own homes honestly, but It would be no surprise if they'd all decide to sleep over someone in specifical, though they have their own place. I made some concepts for Rui's intern home, which here It Is 😤 (forgive me for the bad quality but it's 2 am rn 🤡) I made this a while ago but only did Rui's, so I'll do Lyva's, Shou's n the other one's too. They live in different places, for the exception of, atm, Qiran, since I'm gonna say that they're more of a traveller n don't have a stable home.

(4th part- the mental/physical ilnesses) Tw: Self harm and Mental ilness mention

Well, this Is gonna be a ride. They all suffer from Ptsd, which Rui n Shou suffering from It the most. It still affects them all, though in different occasions, so Imma just do them in specifical. (Also because i gotta add some shit to shou that i didn't wanna add because i thought It was too much honestly)

Rui-

It affects them really much. They use crystals n gems to avoid anything going w their past or anything remotely related It, as whenever they feel awful about havin those flashbacks when they still were a child. They never want to talk about what happened, n during their moments It gets really, really bad. Both emotionally and physically, as their body sometimes cannot handle anything so it completely shuts down. They never really got any help for It as Rui's too scared to share bout their experience, both because of trauma itself that doesn't make them say anything even if they wanted to and because of the cults influence, so either way they've got to handle It by their own.

Lyva-

Other than havin to deal w mornin sickness, which Is the least for her, she has to deal w her neglectful childood and how desperate she's always been for litteraly anythin, whether it's related about love,friendship, food, toys, anything. She tried to seek for help and semi found It, but as of now she can't keep up w It and has better things to take care of. It's still really bad overall, but she's hoping for things to get better. Spoiler It really won't.

Shou-

⭕Tw for sh⭕

It's... really fucking bad. I'm gonna get outta this w saying something i didn't want to add because it's really triggerin, but im gonna do It now. So basically, I've mentioned them acting feminenly for his own mother, but i didn't say what would've happened if he displeased her. She would just stare down at him and whispering some awful shit or names. This would happen especially whenever he'd slip off that mask of his or revealed even a tiny bit of his devilish essence. Note that he's still a child here. So, best thing he could to was to "punish" himself, which basically consists of him scratching his arms too much and, i don't really want to continue this, forgive me but it's kind of triggering even for me. But...you can guess what he's doing, since he even to this day still keeps sharp nails. I'm sorry for putting this, but it's another way to show how his mother fucked him up and now suffering from this.

I'm sorry for rushin the last part but i'm not personally vibing w it.

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mynameisminhooooo · 4 years

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They get to spend all of quarantine with their s/o (Monsta X)

Request : Hi!! Could you do an exo and/or Monsta x reaction to getting to spend all of quarantine with you?

Sorry I put in bullet points bc it's felt like it made more sense? Sorry if you didn't like that. I also included what y'all would do. Bc why not¿

Shownu :

Omg this precious little bear was beyond excited to spend quarantine

Like as soon as his manager said plans were cancelled until further notice he ran out of the practice room

"Y/n I'm staying with you during quarantine..."

"Oh. Aight"

Your guy's quarantine consisted of laying in bed from the moment you woke up till 4 pm

As well as making a lot of food

And taking baths bc social distancing who?

Leads to other things 34% if the time, bc why not??

And of course singing together and him teaching you how to dance to all the songs

Cooking with this dude, where do I start

100% chance of making a mess

Would knock over bowls of side dishes while trying to grab a towel to wipe his hands

Just smiled at you when the food is all over the ground

Talking to the other members over the phone during dinner so it was like you guys were all eating together

Taking food to the other members and leaving it on the doorstep

One time they came outside before he was able to run back to the car and he was convinced he was contaminated

You had to spray him with Lysol to make him feel better

Him just being a whole lil bear the whole time

You guys would go on walks when you'd feel couped up too much

Y'all would be that extremely cute ass couple during quarantine

"I'm so glad I got to spend my quarantine with you" he'd say while kissing your forehead

"I love you y/n"

"I love me too, but your cool too"

"That's not funny" cue pout

Wonho :

Would literally be so happy to spend time with you

Hasn't seen you in like 2 weeks because of his rigorous schedule

When he finally gets to you're guy's apartment he'd just drop all his stuff and run to you, wrapping you in the biggest hug

You guys would eat until you couldn't breath

Ordering take out everyday sometimes for all 3 meals

You guys would take an online art class because why not

Video chatting his family and ofc the members to make sure everyone was well and healthy

Calling his mom 3 times a day

Would be the person who stocks up on toilet paper

Disinfecting everything every morning

Singing karaoke every day after dinner

Doing workouts in the living room because you guys gained weight and he wanted to watch his gorgeous figure

You'd help him write lyrics

You guys would try to be productive and do fun things like read at least once every other day

He'd be so happy to spend time with you like omg

Would literally cry when he looked at you sometimes bc he just loves you that much

Your guy's favorite things to do was lay in bed in each other's arms

"I wish we could stay like this forever, I love you so much y/n"

"I love you too, but can you let me go I have to pee really bad"

Your guy's quarantine would honestly be so fun

Minhyuk :

Would honestly act like he didn't want to spend time with you

"I guess I'm stuck with you"

\(-_-)/

"Your so lucky to have me, huh because I bought food"

Supports every small business and buys from all of them so they'd keep going

"I'll have 3 jars of kimchi, 2 bowls of kimchi jjigae, just give me half of everything"

"Minhyuk where are we gonna put all this the fridge is full"

Gives almost all the food to his family and the members

Buys like 2,264 board games

"Hey, you wanna play Monopoly I'll let you win"

Once again \(-_-)/

Fights about the dumbest thing

"I wanted to buy boardwalk!"

Throws your character off the board

Another person who stocks up, but he bought all the ramen

Your guy's quarantine would be so unproductive honestly

Like you guys just sit around playing board games

Listening to music all day everyday

Going for walks when the sun went down

If he sees an animal on the street he is bringing it home for "safety reasons"

"Look y/n this poor pigeon was left on the street"

Did I mention \(-_-)/

"Minhyuk... It's a pigeon"

Dancing throughout the house

He broke the TV while doing a twirl

Blames it on the pigeon, who you guys have name Piggy

Trying on each others clothes

But at the end of the day he'd be so happy he could spend his quarantine with you and Piggy

"I guess your ok to spend time with..."

Kihyun :

He would be so happy to spend time with you

Would be the most precatious person

"Put on gloves y/n"

"I'm changing the channel..."

Would 10/10 spray down everything before you guys touch it

You guys baked a lot during quarantine

Burning almost everything

Would try to make jokes the whole time

They were not good...

He would try to teach you how to hit the highest notes

Him almost breaking the window

Singing together while reading

Would call every member every day to see how they were doing

You guys would try gardening together because you guys got bored

10/10 the type of dude to telling everyone to buy from small business

If he saw anyone in the street outside the window, he'd yell at them

"Get inside!"

"Do you want to die?!"

You guys would people watch

You guys tried everything possible to pass boredom

Yoga, Singing, Staring Contests

If you got sick would literally call an ambulance

"They want to know if you have a fever, are experiencing lethargy, or have a cough?"

"Kihyun I just have a stomach ache"

Would be so relieved when he just found out it was just gas

He would not let you leave the house

"I really care about you, I cant risk you getting sick"

"You do knows there is a 3% chance of death right"

"But I wouldn't be able to see you"

Wow, whatta man

Hyungwon :

He honestly would be one of those ppl who didn't take it very very serious

"You wanna go to the park?"

"We can barely leave our house to get food?!"

"Ok, loser"

Was happy to spend time with you, but he wanted to actually do things with you like go to dinner

He just wanted to spend quality time with you

You guys would just lay in each other's arms everyday watching TV

Blinds closed letting no light in

The members would call you guys because after 3 days of nothing they were worried

"Oh we're fine, we've just been eating, sleeping and watching TV"

You guys would watch watch every variety show they have been on

You guys would try dying your hair by yourselves

"Wow y/n this blue is really nice"

"Blue it was supposed to be lilac"

How???

Shopping online for everything, food, clothes, furniture

"Y/n we need a new couch I just bought one"

\(-_-)/

You guys got erasable markers and literally drew on the wall

But they did not come off...

He would be kind of sad that he couldn't take you anywhere

But being the cutie he is he'd find ways to do cute date ideas at home

Jooheon :

"Guess what I'm coming home for quarantine!!!!"

Literally couldn't wait to hold you in his arms

Would cry when he came home, because he gets to spend time with you for who knows how long

You guys just hold each other and cry

Would follow you everywhere

If you went to get the mail he'd go with, if you needed to run to the store to get food, he's right by you

"Why is the door locked??? Y/n, you alive? Did corona get you???"

"Don't break the door down! I'm taking a bath"

"Ohhh, let me in!"

This little jerk picked the lock

You guys just sat in the tub for like 3 hours talking about what you should do during quarantine

Things you would do together during quarantine include sitting in the tub for 3 hours everyday

Calling his sister every day so he could talk to his cute niece

He would teach you all his rap parts from every song he could

You guys would send the members a goodie package every week with food and toiletries

Because he worried about them

You guys would take online dance class

Because why not???

Tango, Rumba, Foxtrot, Meringue

He would enjoy every minute with you

You're guys little vacation came to a halt when he fractured his fibula after falling down the stairs

He felt bad that you had to take care of him

But he was so grateful to have you by his side to help him

"Y/n you don't have to get up I can go to the kitchen to get a fork"

Could barely get off the couch

"Just please sit hear"

"So like you wanna bang?"

"No, I want you to get better"

After he got injured he just got so sad that he couldn't do anything with you really anymore

"I love you y/n"

"I love you too"

I.M :

He already was used to seeing you basically everyday

The only difference was you guys got to stay home

You guys didn't even have to change your schedule

He was grateful that he was able to wake up to you every morning tho

"Good morning, cutie"

"Why are you so close??"

Would be so nice the entire quarantine

Need him to wash your hair, just yell for him

Need something off the top shelf

He got it covered

There would be days where you guys just laid in bed the whole day though

You had online school throughout this time

"Y/n hang out with me!¡!¡"

"I'm doing homework for my English class"

"But I'm cuter than English class"

*insert pouty face*

Would try to get in your pants every other hour

You'd let him because ofc

"No, not now Changkyunnie..."

"Yes, now... Pleaseeeeee"

All the members would worry about you because you guys were the youngest and they thought you wouldn't take this seriously

Y'all did though, you only left the house for food

"Y/n am I cute?"

"No, now go to sleep"

"But I love you and I miss you"

"I'm right next to you and it's 3 am"

Bro. Idk why but this drained me I'm gonna write the exo one different bc I literally ran out of ideas of what to do doing quarantine.

#monsta x #monsta x wonho #monsta x shownu #monsta x jooheon #monsta x i.m #monsta x kihyun #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x hyungwon #chae hyungwon #lee jooheon #yoo kihyun #lee minhyuk #lim changkyun #im changkyun #son hyunwoo #shin hoseok #shin wonho #monsta x reaction #kpop reaction

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yeet-man · 3 years

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One’s Rebirth: Spin Off Chapter 3

A/N: At last, the final chapter is done! It was really fun writing this and I have a bunch of ideas for more spin offs so lemme know if y’all wanna see more. @red-riot-rat Have fun reading!

Warnings: A lot of angst, death, blood, and mentions of blades.

2 Months after Shigaraki's death

Since it was J'me's first time in jail, his bail would be two million yen or face five years. Back then, he knew he was going to be serving those five years. No one had that kind of money except Momo. At the beginning of his sentence though, she didn't want to talk to him because of what he did. Hardly anyone visited him for the first two weeks.

As for Kid, they're still on the run from the police. After rejoining with the remaining members of the league, they made him the new leader. This group only had one goal now, destroy every student at U.A and get rid of all the heroes.

Back to the male in jail, "J'me Falcon, you have a visitor." The guard put him in handcuffs and took him down to the visiting area. Who's day was it again? He was pretty sure he was going to see Midoriya and Bakugo today. Who he didn't expect to see was the number two hero, Hawks.

He sat down at the table and let out a breath of air. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be saving people not talking to people in jail." He placed his hands on the table, ready to get up and leave. Aizawa already talked to him about what he did, he didn't want to hear another damn lecture.

Hawks just let out a little chuckle, thinking of what to say. "I guess you're right, but I do have a deal for you." He leaned forward a little bit, making sure the guards didn't hear his next words. "I'll bail you out and make sure you can go back to U.A and become a hero, if you kill the rest of the league off."

J'me waved him off as if it wasn't through. "I can see you're lying through the fucking limits. If that's the case though I'll see you tomorrow." He got up from the table and left towards his prison cell.

The rest of the day went by without anything really happening. Though what can you do when you're stuck in a small room the entire time.

"Oi, little bitch it's time for you to leave. And never come back here again." The guard rattled against the bars of the cell, making enough noise to wake up J'me.

"Huh, maybe the bird was right about his deal." He muttered to himself as he grabbed his stuff and left the prison.

Hawks would be waiting for the boy outside the prison and smiled when he saw him. "Told ya I was serious about my deal."

J'me rolled his eyes at Hawks and let out a breath of air. "Whatever, let's just go somewhere else to talk about it dumbass." And so, they left going back to the number two's house. Once they got inside he started speaking again. "Give me everything you have on the league currently. Has anyone new joined? Who's the new leader?"

Damn, he did not play when it came to the league. "No one new has joined, but another member was killed while you were locked up. Twice. Their new leader is Kid." Hawks then gave J'me everything else he might need.

"Alright, fine. I'll take down everyone in the league under some conditions. Let class 1-A know about what's happening and make sure they keep quiet. And let Hatsume know that I'm coming home soon. I better be able to become a hero again, Hawks. Now, I'm gonna need one of my kunai's, can you get me one?" J'me let out a small sigh as he crouched down. Just thinking about taking the life of someone he once knew made him sick.

"Yeah, I'll make sure to tell them and get you a kunai." He patted J'me's back, he knew how it felt to take someone's life. He was the one who took Twice's life. After a couple seconds of silence, the hero left to do what J'me asked him to do.

By the time Hawks came back, J'me was dressed up in a black hoodie and black shorts. It was better to be safe about this. Though, what he didn't expect was a couple class members to be with Hawks as well. Momo and Kirishima ran up to hug J'me while Bakugo just crossed his arms.

He gave them a quick hug before letting go. "What are y'all doing here?"

"Hawks told us what you planned on doing, even if he can get you back into U.A again doesn't mean you should be doing this. I thought you were better than this, J'me." Momo frowned at the boys' action. She understood why he would do something like this, but she didn't want him to carry the death of three more people. One was enough, he shouldn't be carrying anymore.

"Yeah, what Momo said. You don't need to do this bro, we can find another way to make sure you can be a hero again." Kirishima said, grabbing J'me and shaking him.

J'me grabbed Kirishima's arm to stop the shaking. "I understand both of y'all's concerns, but this is the only way. Everyone sees me as a villain at the moment for taking a life. I need to do this guys."

"Fine, if you think this is the only way, promise us you'll try to make sure it doesn't change you." Momo pulled J'me into another hug, letting go after a couple seconds.

"I promise." He walked past the two of them and towards Bakugo. Once getting close to him, he held out his hand. "The least you can do is shake my hand."

"Tch, fine." He shook his rival's hand and let out a breath of air. "You better come back so I can kick your ass!"

J'me just gave a small chuckle before walking over towards the hero. "I'll assume you have a kunai of mine."

Hawks pulled out the infamous kunai and handed it to the boy along with a bracelet. "The guards told me you left something behind, so I grabbed it on my way back."

J'me slipped on the bracelet and looked at the kunai. "If this has a tracking chip in it, we will have some problems." With that said, he teleported away, in search of the league's new hideout.

Hours passed before J'me found their new hideout. He tossed his hoodie on and knocked on the door, as he knocked he kept his head down to make sure his face wasn't revealed.

As the door opened up, Dabi's voice would follow. "Who the fuck are you?" It opened up just enough so he could see the hooded figure.

A second passed before J'me lifted his head up and took the hoodie off. "Death." He pushed the door open fully, knocking the fire bitch back a little bit as well. From there his left hand was instantly coated in lightning chakra and the sound of a thousand birds filled the room. This was known as the Chidori, a jutsu that could go through someone's heart. J'me took a couple steps forward, lunging his hand through Dabi's chest, killing the villain in the process. The chidori disappeared as Dabi fell back, leaving J'me's hand covered in blood.

Toga was the first one to act, she didn't wanna believe Dabi was dead, she couldn't believe it. Even villains have people they care about, as much as the world denies it, it's true. Good or evil, people will always have someone they care about. Toga dashed towards J'me, slicing her knife in many rapid movements. Did she care about getting hurt? No, as long as J'me was dead, she didn't care what happened to her. If she was killed then so be it, the enemy would be going down with her no matter what. Tears poured out of her eyes in the process.

J'me would side step out the way of the first slice, from there he grabbed Toga's wrist and disarmed her. "Try something stupid again and I won't hesitant to kill you either. I knew Dabi would instantly attack me when I showed myself so, he was the first to die." He pushed Toga back and raised his kunai, signaling that he was not playing around. Maybe this was a test by Hawks, he wouldn't actually pay for someone to kill, would he?

"You were gonna kill us either way, you fucking monster. How the hell did you even get out of prison?" Even Kid was crying at this point. They had just seen someone else they cared about die in front of them. Though, this wasn't the time to just sit down and cry about everything. That's why Kid asked the question, hopefully they could get an answer before they were killed.

"Hawks bailed me out on one condition. If I killed all of y'all, he would do something so that I could be a hero again. As much fun as being a villain could be, I just can’t. Maybe in another life or something I join you and we destroy all the fake heroes. I’m sorry Kid.” J’me lifted his free hand towards Toga, a ball of water would trap the knife girl inside. He didn’t want any more blood on his hands, so he decided to drown Toga. “You were my favorite member of the league…” He muttered under his breath. The boy put the kunai handle inside his mouth and made a clone.

As soon as the ball of water trapped Toga, Kid ran over to them only to be stopped by the clone that J’me made. “I knew Hawks was using us! Ever since he killed Twice I knew. No one believed me though…” Kid could only watch as Toga slowly drowned to death, there was nothing he could do about it either.

After a couple minutes, Toga’s body went limp, indicating that she was dead. J’me made the water ball pop, letting the dead body fall to the floor. He then grabbed the kunai out of his mouth and walked over to the body before stabbing it through the head, making sure Toga was dead. “You’re now the only one left in the league, not for long though. Do you know how you want to die?”

Seeing J’me stab the body as if it wasn’t dead broke Kid completely, he dropped down to his knees, tears pouring down again. “Just end me quickly...I don’t wanna be in this world knowing I have no one anymore.”

J’me handed the kunai to his clone and took one last look at his former friend. “Goodbye Kid, you were a good friend till the end.” With that said, he left to go wash the blood off of him and tell Hawks that the league was no more. The clone knew exactly what to do once J’me left the room. He stabbed Kid through the heart, killing the villain instantly. Blood splattered all over the clone as he pulled out the kunai, letting Kid fall to the floor. The kunai then disappeared along with the clone, leaving all the bodies behind to be discovered by the police.

Days went by before the death of the league made it to news headlines. No one ever found out who killed them and Hawks did as promised. He was able to clear J’me’s record and back into U.A. As the years went on, J’me started to slowly have night terrors, but no one knew about them.

“The more you live… The more you realize that reality is just made of pain, suffering, and emptiness.” - Madara Uchiha.

#one's rebirth

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urtypicalemolady · 4 years

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IDK You Yet (707 x Fem! Reader)

hi! so, i really love mystic messenger so I decided to write one about my favorite hacker Luciel Choi/707. Hope y'all enjoy it!!

Warning: There might be spoilers!! I repeat! THERE WILL BE SPOILERS! ~~~~~~~~~~

707's P.O.V

I sat in my room, eating Honey Buddha Chips with PhD Pepper while looking at my PC. I'm currently watching the CCTV Y/n is at. I keep looking every 2.35 seconds to see if she left or anyone came in. I know that's weird but I can't help it. I have a really bad feeling about what's going on right now.

The hacker that sent Y/n to Rika's apartment sent emails to RFA members, my work hasn't been done and Ms. Vanderwood keeps bugging me about how my house is so messy. Plus...I can't focus because of Y/n.

I can't stop thinking about her. Everyone in the RFA are saying that we have feelings for each other which I keep denying it. I mean, I'm not really sure if I like her. Sure, I keep looking at the CCTV to see her face, keep waiting for her call just to hear her sweet, calming voice. Or how every time I try to code something I end up writing her name instead. Or how whenever we talk in the chatroom or on the phone, I feel happy and start to lose focus because I keep thinking about what she's doing. Or how I don't want her to get hurt because of me. Or how I made a robot dog that blows fire from it's mouth just for her...

Okay, maybe there's some affection there but I can't be with her. My work is too dangerous. If she get's involved with me, she will be in danger. I don't want that happening specially if I'm the reason she's hurt. Nothing good is going to come out if we get together.

"Agent 707!" I hear Ms. Vanderwood's voice.

"Huh? What?" I asked.

"I've been calling you for 30 seconds. Your phone is ringing. It's your beloved Y/n." He rolled his eyes and continued cleaning my living room. I immediately grabbed my phone and answered.

"Hello? Y/n? What's wrong? Did something happen? Are you hurt?" I asked, worried. She chuckled. I feel myself blush because of how cute it sounded.

"Calm down, Luciel. I'm okay." She said. I sighed in relief and blushed more because she called me by my name and not Seven.

"Why did you call?" I asked, calming myself down yet my heart beats faster.

"Nothing I was bored...and I wanted to hear your voice." She said shyly. I blushed again.

"Ahh...my heart." I joked but it was the truth. She chuckled again.

"Tell me, are you looking at the CCTV camera?"

"Always...every-"

"3.25 seconds. Yeah, I know. I listen. Are you looking right now?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked, confused.

She didn't answer. I hear shuffling then a door unlocking. I looked at the camera to see a girl standing there. She had a jacket same as mine (the black and yellow one), white tank top on and black sweatpants. I imagined how she would look in my clothes. Ahh, so cute.

"Hi!" I hear her voice from the phone and her figure waving at the camera. "I know that you're working so hard right now to catch the hacker. I'm sorry that that's happening to you. If I hadn't join the RFA then you wouldn't be working at so many things right now."

"Don't be sorry." I kept staring at her pretty face. She looked sad. I hated it. "I'm glad you joined."

"I'm glad I did too." She sat down on the floor. "How was your day?"

"Better now that I see you're safe. How's yours?"

"Perfect now that I hear your voice."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I ran out of food."

"You shouldn't skip meals, Y/n." I say in a warning tone. "It's bad for your health."

"I could say the same thing about you, Luciel. I bet you're eating Honey Buddha Chips right now with PhD Pepper." I see her smirk.

"You know me so well." I say lovingly.

"I want to tell you that I'm really proud of you for working your ass off. I know in the chatroom, you joke a lot but with your work and the message last night, I can tell that you're really stressed. I hope you get some rest or sleep tonight. I don't want you to get sick because I would be really sad." She pouted.

"Y/n..."

"Luciel, thank you for all your hard work." She smiled and did heart-finger. I smiled at the sight. "I can't see you right now but I can tell you're smiling."

"How are you so sure about that?"

"I don't know. I can just feel it. My seventh instinct, I guess you could say" She shrugged, then laughed at her own joke. I chuckled.

"You're a dork." I shook my head.

"You're the biggest dork. Also, I got this new jacket. You like it?"

"I do. It looks very cute on you."

"Really?" She stood up then gave me a twirl. She sat back down again with a smile. That distracting, pretty smile.

"You're making me lose focus." I say, in a slight rude tone. I didn't intend that.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She frowned. "Uhh, hope you catch the hacker soon so we can see each other and hang out. No pressure." She smiled then stood up. "I'm gonna go grocery shopping. Good luck! I'm rooting for you."

"I feel like I can do anything with you cheering for me."

"I'll call you tonight, okay? See you soon, Luciel!" She waved at the camera and walked away while ending the call. I sighed. I just had to push her away, did I?

"You pushed her away again." Ms. Vanderwood pointed out.

"I know." I laid my head back at the chair.

"Good. You know what will happen if she gets involved."

"I know, Ms. Vanderwood."

"I have a taser in my bag." He said for the fifth time today.

"Okay, Agent Vanderwood." I sighed again and put my head on the desk.

"I know you like her, Agent 707. But if boss finds out, she can get hurt. You'll be forced to have a new identity and possibly never see her again."

"I know."

I hear him sigh in defeat.

"Go finish the work boss needs then you can do RFA's work. I'll come back later. I'm going to get food."

"There's Honey-"

"Real food." He rolled his eyes and left my house. I sighed again.

I miss Y/n. But why? I barely know her. We've known each other for a week. For some reason, I want to hold her in my arms and never let her go. She's always on my mind. I need her but I don't even know her yet. I know basic stuff like her name, birthday, age, height, weight, etc. But I want to know more. Like, how she likes her coffee. Does she even drink coffee? What's her favorite color? What's her favorite movie? What would she look like with my cat onesie? Adorable, that's what.

A ring interrupted my thoughts. My ears perked up and I answered my ringing phone.

"Hello? Y/n?" I asked.

"Yes, God Seven." A male voice answered. I sighed in defeat.

"Hey, Zen." I said.

"Whoa, what's up with the sad tone? Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just tired from work." I rubbed my temple. "Anyways, why did you call?"

"Oh. I read the chatroom. It seems like you've been denying your feelings for Y/n."

"I'm not denying anything. She's a member of the RFA. That's only why I'm worried."

"Right." He said in a sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you care?" I said, again, in a rude manner.

"Whoa, no need to get worked up, buddy. I'm just teasing."

"You're right." I calmed myself down. "I'm sorry. I’m just really tired.”

"Don't be. Look, if you like Y/n, go for it. Because it seems to me that she liked you back. You have a chance. Don't waste it."

"I don't like her."

"Whatever you say, man. Everyone can see how you two like each other. I'm just trying to help."

"Thanks but no thanks. Don't you have to look at yourself in the mirror?" I tried to end the conversation.

"Oh, you're right. Thanks for reminding me." I rolled my eyes. "But think about what I said. Go for it, man. She really likes you."

"Bye, Zen." I ended the call. I grabbed a handful of my hair. "I want to go for it. But I don't want her to get hurt."

*** 6 hours later...

I was tracing the hacker again when my phone rang. I didn't answer, too busy working. A few seconds later, it rang again. I took a breath and answered.

"Agent 707, at your service." I say in my usual cheerful voice.

"God Seven!" Y/n's beautiful voice rang from the other side of the device. "How are you this fine evening?"

"Amazing. How is my Y/n doing?" I smiled, leaning back on my chair, forgetting my work.

"Your Y/n?" She said in a teasing tone.

"O-oh, did I say that?" My eyes widened. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."

"Don't be sorry. I like that." She giggled.

"You do?" I asked.

"Yeah. Speaking of names. Can I guess your real name?"

"What?"

"Luciel is your baptismal name. I wanna know your real name."

"My baptismal name is just as important as my birth name so I don't think you need to find out. I'm fine with Luciel, Seven Zero Seven, God Seven or Defender of Justice 707."

"But I wanna call you by your real name. I wanna know the real you." She said. My heart skipped a beat.

"W-what do you think my real name is?" I gave in.

"Can you give me a hint first?"

"It starts with S and eight letters."

"Hmm. S and eight letters."

"I really doubt you would get it."

"Try me." She sounded determined.

"How bout we make it more fun."

"Oooh, what do you suggest?"

"If you get it right...I'll come visit you at Rika's apartment. As soon as you get it, I'm coming over." I'm only saying this because I know she won't get it.

"Really?" She said happily. "Is that a promise?"

"I promise. But, you only have three tries."

"Dang.."

"Good luck." I smiled.

"Sebastian?"

"Wrong. Two more tries, princess." I chuckled. "I mean, Y/n."

"Sang-cheol?"

"Wrong again. That's not even eight letters. One more." I smiled. "You're not gon-"

"Saeyoung."

"What?" My smile dropped.

"Saeyoung. Is your name Saeyoung Choi?"

"..." I stayed silent.

"Hello? Seven? Luciel? Are you still there?"

"I guess I'll see you in an hour, Y/n." I ended the call and got ready.

I'm meeting the woman that made me feel thing I've never felt before. I know the risk but I also know how to be careful. I can't believe this is happening.

Y/n's P.O.V

"I guess I'll see you in an hour, Y/n." Luciel said then ended the phone call. My eyes widened in realization.

"I guess I'll see you, Saeyoung Choi." I smiled and got dressed up.

I'm going to meet the man that has made me feel happy and giddy this past week. I'm going to meet my protector. I can't believe this is happening.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The end!

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fullmetal-hearrt · 5 years

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When I say y’all don’t deserve this boy, you really don’t.

Honestly, burn the stage was supposed to show you all how our idols are also human beings made of flesh and bones but some of you dipshits took it as an open invitation to jab on their insecurities to fit your personal narratives and God knows I want you all to choke so bad.

How can people even think about coming for Jimin is beyond me. How can you come for Jimin as a vocalist when he became the lead vocalist of BTS with the shortest training period and NO prior singing training. He was a dancer, that's all he was when he joined and he didn't get three years of training like everyone else, he got just one year of training and even then he debuted as a main dancer and a lead vocalist, how do you have the audacity to sit in your parents house, spewing hate on the internet about someone who was already an Idol by your age?

Are you not human? Do you not have bad days? Are you satisfied with each and every part of your body? Do you think you're the most perfect person to have ever stepped on this ground? No, right? Then why do you expect the same from a boy who got into this industry when he was merely 17. How dare you call him names and talk shit about his body and ridicule each and every aspect of his existence to the point where y'all drove that boy off twitter? How do you all live knowing that you and your constant criticism and your unreal expectations were the reason he slept on an empty stomach for months?

There will never not be a day where I will not absolutely hate every single one of you who camped under his tweets posting zoomed pictures, telling him how his eyes are wrong. Bitch, It still unsettles me to think how those replies got thousands of likes and he most definitely saw them thus stopped his silent videos and his regular jimin tweets. He used to be the most active member till you all sent him literal death threats when he forgot to write a name on a damn chalkboard and he had to fucking apologize to you bitches.

I can't cope with how much hate some of you have to have in you to try and destroy Jimin. Park Jimin? A man who has done nothing but been an absolute fucking angel to each and every one of your biases. He has loved all the members and you armys with his entire chest and for what? For this?

For you all to make fun of his voice crack in ttu when he was so sick that he was coughing during songs. He could've sat on a damn chair you know. He could've had it easy, he got up on that stage for you all and for what goddamnit? He was sick those nights and you all took to Twitter complaining about how tae should've gotten his lines instead. I can't even put it into words how much y'all get on my nerves. How do you have the sheer audacity to come for him and say that he gets more lines and shit, bitch he is a lead vocalist, he's supposed to get more lines? What's not clicking? The way he got up on that stage even though he wasn't well for you all to just break him down about how he couldn't hit that mf high note that he SLAYS in every performance on the regular but you won't see that, will you?

Some of you "armys" only notice when he messes up. You only talk about his achievements and his records when you are trying to break them. You only care about that boy when you want to bring him down. His existence for you is nothing but a shoulder for your biases to cry on, yeah?

I don't care who you bias as long as you have the decency to not talk shit about a boy who has given you nothing but love and pure dedication and I know you're thinking that kpop isn't that deep but well, when Jimin suffered and ended up in a hospital because of the expectations you all piled up on him, exactly then was when kpop did become that deep.

I don't want any single one of you bitches tweeted about how you miss him when you all sat there in front of your screens watching as thousands mocked him right under his damn tweets for something he can't change about himself. Not everything is a meme you know? Y'all seem to forget that behind your fmvs and your incorrect posts and your fanfics, these are actual human beings with real emotions like you and me. People who feel pain and people who get hurt.

I hate the fact that I'm sat here thinking about the time when Jimin used to post like four times a week because he liked sharing his life with us because at that point Jimin was a member of BTS and not someone you all have your biases compete with and someone who comes in the way of your shipping. I'm sat here thinking about how he never uploads any covers of him singing because of the way you all take every little thing he does and make it so damn ugly. The way he released promise, a song about self love and about being kind to yourself and you all turned it into the ugliest competition for streams that have people spewing mad hate on that boy just cause he outsold your faves. It's not his fucking fault he's a damn legend. Why do you have to put the blame of what you couldn't achieve on someone that has nothing to do with all this shit?

I've said it a million times before and I'll say it a million times again. You all don't deserve Jimin, none of you do. He deserves this whole damn world but this world will never deserve him, never.

" I don't have much talent that's why I practice harder"

"After practice I would just fall on the floor cause I had no strength left in my body, the members would look at me with sympathy"

" At one point I clearly remember that I used to practice more than 18 hours a day"

"Jin hyung asked me to eat but I said, I believe I have to do this and I went on restricting my diet."

" Everytime I thought about resting, I remembered that there are so many people waiting on me to show them something incredible so I couldn't bring myself to rest"

"During BST shooting, I ate one proper meal in more than a week and went ahead with liquid supplements only, I wanted to be one of the more good looking members of the group."

" I fell at the airport cause the rush of the fans was too much but I was actually scared about the fans that fell because of me"

"I'll be a better man and one day a vocalist that you'll be proud to call yours"

"I love armys more than anything. Whenever I thought about my purpose I always thought, they are my reason. They are the reason I get to do what I love. They are my reason to get up everyday and I'll be someone they'll be proud of too"

This is the man some of you "armys" have the heart to hate? Honestly, how much of an asshole should you be to hate on someone like him? Someone who is love and dedication and all things good and pure in his very essence? Sort yourselves out.

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please. please may i hear more about throcky and/or midwest monsters wip 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE (sometimes. My ADHD is wild and rules over what I remember to address ajfnznfjk)

So let's start with Throcky of When the Waves Kiss the Trees!

- Kalem "Throcky" Throckmorton started as a joke based on those posts that went around a while ago about the math problems that included "my cousin Throckmorton." My friend asked me to have a side character named Throckmorton in exchange for...something. I honestly can't remember it's been a couple years I think ajfnnzfn BUT!! I agreed, and thus Throcky was born.

- At the beginning of WTWKTT, Rute doesn't know he's a changeling. He's still stuck in the human form his fae mother put him in. However! The city he's currently living in has started to industrialize, and as factories pop up, he begins to get sick. A sudden rise in the iron around you will do that, I suppose!

- The doctors are like "get some fresh air!" and his mom, instead of taking him to the park or smth idk, is like "you're gonna go live with your reclusive cousin and his goats for a while" and Rute, deliriously ill, is just like "yeah ok makes sense"

- Everyone give a round of applause to Throcky for nursing Rute back to health!

- More info about Throcky! He basically has a backyard farm where he keeps mostly chickens and goats. Sometimes something else wanders into the yard and he's like "well I guess you live here now"

- He has a fat grey tabby named Celery! She's a menace and we love her.

- Along with his animals, he's got a baller garden. It extends to inside his house bc holy shit, that's a lot of plants, sir--

- He makes a KILLER rosemary bread (among other things. Honestly Throcky is husband material the more I think about it.)

- He has a milk delivery service! Once a week he'll deliver goat milk to folks in town and also! To the castle! He'd do it more often but he's just one guy. (Rute eventually helps out with deliveries and that's how he meets Oliver 👀 Goat Milk Said Gay Rights!)

- Throcky got this little house away from everyone to be ALONE okay people are TOO MUCH all he needs are his GOATS and his CHICKENS and CELERY

- Honestly tho he cares way too much. He loves his family and he loves the people he delivers to, he just also loves having a place alone to retreat to at the end of the day. Classic introvert. Anyway stan Throcky

Okay! Now on to Midwest Monster Hunting WIP!

- So first of all I'm currently hyperfixating on The Witcher so jot that down

- Second of all, this takes place in Ohio, and Ohio (as described by my partner) is a strange lovechild of the Midwest and the South so. Jot that down as well

- It's still in the planning stages, but! What I'm thinking is, at some point humans kinda decided "so we don't feel like giving our children to the fae anymore, this seems Fucked Up. We're hardy folk we can totally take whatever punishment you decide to dole out" (now that I'm thinking about it like. How very American of y'all)

- The fae, of course, Don't Like Not Getting What They Want, and so oops! They "accidentally" unleashed otherworldly monsters into our world! HOWEVER if u give us ur babies we'll train them to fight and kill these monsters to protect you 👀

- Humans are like. Shit. I guess you got us. Have our babies. Never mind that you're gonna keep releasing more monsters so that we keep giving you our children. This is Fine.

- The monster hunters will eventually get a Cool Title but I'm not that far yet

- There are a few main faerie courts in this story! We've got the seasonal courts (spring, summer, autumn, winter) and the celestial courts (sun, moon, stars). If you give your kid to one of the seasonal courts, you'll probably definitely see them again once they've been trained up! If your kid ends up in a celestial court.....well, they'll be damn good monster hunters and the pride of your town if they survive!

- OH ALSO your kid isn't gonna come back looking the same. In general, their hair is gonna look more like....like if they were fae that grew up in that court. They're gonna have cat eyes to better see in the dark. There's gonna be an otherworldliness to them. Also they'll probably be sporting a new name. Apologies.

- The story follows Avery (name pending, I'm not entirely attached to it), a monster hunter from the Court of the Moon; Antonia Figueroa, one of the more prominent local witches; and Javi Justiniano, this weird person who just has weird magical things happen around them more often for some fuckin reason idk I totally dk but that's Spoilers

- They will all kiss. Eventually. Listen I like slow burn in theory but it's so hard to write I'm so impatient I just want them to KISS--

- Avery doesn't exactly....kill the monsters. Unless he HAS to (ie it's fatally wounded when he gets there). What he does in most cases is sedate them, and then put them in a pocket dimension he creates for that kind of monster to thrive in. Is this a power he learned in the Court of the Moon? Possibly. That's a cool idea

- If someone wants like, Proof that he killed it, he'll just glamour a rock or smth to look like a tooth or an eye or w/e

- Of course, once you've created like. A TON of pocket dimensions. Something's gonna notice, and that Something probably won't be too keen on you playing with the fabric of reality so much. Also you're gonna get tired I feel like

- Antonia (aka Toni) is the local witch, and thus helps monster hunters by creating sedatives for the monsters, or making antidotes for various monster venoms, or breaking curses. Among other things!

- She knows how Avery works and like, she's worried about him, but she helps him anyway. She doesn't stop telling him that he's gonna get himself killed this way, tho!

- Javi seems to attract magical phenomena, but also, monsters seem to be drawn to them and become calmer around them. They don't know why, but like, if a monster flies in through their bedroom window and curls up to go to sleep in their bed, they're just gonna let it, y'know? Maybe give it a pat. Feed it some Oreos or smth. Can weird flying monsters safely eat Oreos?

- There will be adventures! There will be demons in the corn! There will be cool monsters! There will be Gay! There will be polyamory! What's not to love?

This ended up being wAY LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED but it was a lot of fun so!! THANK YOU MAX FOR THE ASK AND FOR MY LIFE ILYSM!!!

#from the jay themself #wtwktt #midwest monster hunting wip #long post #i love throcky and i love my new kids y'all....#thank u max for the ask #like thunder below

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