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bloodyjuls-blog · 2 months

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Im gonna fight for both of us

So here we go with part 4, sorry it takes me too long but I'm working and hate work haha...

When Alexia entered the hospital she had no idea what she would find there, in one hand, she could find y/n awake but with some tiny injuries (it was what she wished) but what she found was a nurse informing her that they needed someone to give consent to perform an emergency surgery because y/n's accident is a serious life threatening emergency and Alexia knew well, the only person who could do that was your sister, she had the obligation to call her and inform her, she didn't bother to call your parents because she knew that you were not the most beloved daughter in that family, moreover, she knew that they wouldn't even miss you if you died, because she heard many conversations with them in which they clearly told you that you were a failure.

While Lilah, your sister, gave the authorization over the phone, the doctors explained to Alexia what had happened to y/n. First, when they arrived at the hospital y/n went into cardiac arrest due to the impact, then doing a general sweep they found cervical and spinal injuries that compromise her mobility, hence the emergency surgery. What worries them the most is the injury of her brain, apparently it has a severe inflammation and they are concerned that when she wakes up (if she does) she will have compromised her cognitive functions such as speaking, moving, remembering things, most likely she will have memory loss.

When her sister arrived at the hospital she was furious, how was it possible that y/n was drinking again and doing these things as irresponsible. Alexia got angry and said a few things to her.

"Look, I don't think that looking for blames is the solution, what I think is that we should support each other without blaming in favor of y/n not dying, because I swear that if she dies I am going with her, you don't understand the things she was going through, and being honest neither did I, and if looking for blames then blame me because I was the one insisting" Alexia said. "Insist on what, what did you say Alexia" says y/n's sister "I insisted so much on the idea of starting a family, having children, that without those things I couldn't continue with her, that all this time was lost, but I swear it's not like that, it hurts me a lot to know that probably the only thing she heard from me was that while she's always being the loveliest person she is told me that for her the family was me and she didn't need children while she was with me, you don't know how much I regret it." Says Alexia crying and Lilah just approached and hugged her. At the end of the day their relationship is very close. "Ale calm down a little and come let's sit down, I think I understand why y/n is like this with the family thing and maybe when y/n wakes up it will kill me because it's something she didn't want you to know" lilah says calmly. They settled into the waiting room chairs.

"Since she was very little, my sister has always been the black sheep, the daughter that nobody wanted, the girl that when she had the opportunity to left home she did and never came back, you know Alexia when my sister left I was very sad but as an older sister I always saw the mistreatment and never said anything, she stopped going to so many events, so many Christmas reunions, so many birthdays or things like that because she simply knew that they didn't want her, they didn't show it love of support, the only thing that accompanied her in her gray days and well not so gray, was her bottle of whiskey, what can you ask from a teenager who has social pressure for what she does and no support or family that can tuck her in and tell her that everything will be okay" says the sister between soft tears. "I didn't know that, I thought that since she was also getting along with you..." Ale said remembering the phone calls from your parents.

"Of course Ale, you more than anyone knows that she is not one of those people who scream her problems and plead for help, she didn't want you to see her as something weird, that's why she gets along so well with your family, she found love in you, to feel loved, tucked in by someone, valued, no matter what and luckily your family is just like you, if you see the relationship my parents have with me and have with her you would surely get angry because you and I know what is y/n and how important it is to have her in our lives, Ale I'm not going to lie to you, a while ago I also thought that my sister wanted to be a mother because you know mate, look at how she treats the children, they have a very special relationship, very nice, she is a pure soul, but all her life she has seen examples of how not to be parents, how my mother ignored her and her things, Alexia the fact that my parents are not here is not new, when that 17 year old girl in her peak career broke her cruciate ligament, nobody was there for her, not even to give her a bottle of water, and because of that and more things is that y/n is super strong and every thing she sets in her mind to do she achieves it. For many years it was just her against the world and she has lived many blows without saying a word, so if she gets out of here you will understand that it will be very difficult, she will need a lot of support because according to what I have been told, her injuries are serious, probably the only thing that keeps her alive is football and she won't can do that anymore" says Lilah calmer. "I swear Lilah when y/n gets out of here things will be different, I would have liked to have this same talk but with her and avoid this bump in our road but life gives some people a lot and others very little, I swear I will be in her way as long as she lets me, that girl deserves nothing but good things and I believe that all the people she has given her love have let her down in a certain way, but just like you, I also want to do well, did you know that at home I have the ring to propose to her? I swear that without it I can't live" says Alexia more calm and confident. "I'm glad to hear that Ale, you two do each other good, please don't lose that, you're all would be miserable for life and that's not what you're all deserve." Lilah said as she gave Alexia a hug.

Hours later

"Relatives of y/n y/l" says the receptionist on the OR floor. "We are" say Lilah and Alexia at the same time. "The doctor is cleaning up but he's on his way here to report his relative" says the girl stoically. "Thank you very much" they both say in unison.

Once in the study room with the doctor....

"Well, I must say that it was a very complicated surgery because we found internal injuries that we couldn't see in the x-ray and that compromised her health, I am not lying when I say that she went into cardiac arrest at least three times and that worries us a lot because it means that her heart is weak. About her cervical injuries I am afraid that only when she wakes up we will be able to know if she has sensitivity in her legs and if she will be able to walk again, but I must admit that because of the blows her spinal cord has been affected, I want to be very realistic with you, if we manage to have a satisfactory recovery it will be very difficult for her to return to her profession, because the high impact can cause definitive injuries, now my colleagues are monitoring her brain signals because in the resonance we saw very few but we can guarantee that there is no brain death, but any sequels will be determined once she wakes up, at the moment she is not in coma but she was not awake either, we have implemented a method of sedation a little strong but I insist she is not in coma, so now later when the entrance to her relatives is authorized you're all can talk to her, in this state she can listen hope so. Of course, the view that you are going to find is very strong, because she is connected to many tubes and intravenous lines, also her external injuries are a little strong and her foot has an external fixator because there was a fracture of the tibia and fibula". Says the doctor super calm but forceful.

"thank you very much doctor, the fact that she is still alive is because of your effort, let's hope that the evolution is positive, sure it is" says Lilah calm and Alexia super scared because she doesn't understand anything. "Well Ale, y/n is not well and there are strong changes coming in her life and the only thing we have left to do is be by her side to make it as bearable as possible, I am not so much worried about her physical injuries but mental then we must make sure that when she gets out of here she gets psychological attention, and have faith that she will get out of this because she is a super strong person, she always has been and this will be just a very fat bump for her, are you ready to see her" Lilah says optimistic. "I don't know, I just know that if I will always be even if she doesn't want me to, it will be hard for me to see her like this but that's okay" Alexia says forcefully. Alexia's phone starts ringing, it's Ana and Leah on joint call.

"Hi girls."

"Hi Alexia, what happened to y/n, did you find her" says Ana worried.

"Girls, y/n was involved in an accident and it's serious" says Alexia with her voice cracking remembering the anguish experienced a few hours ago.

"How???? What do you mean accident and serious????, my goodness" says Leah in dismay.

"Yes girls, apparently her car overturned at high speed on Tibidabo and her injuries are serious, she probably won't be able to play football anymore" "if you want to come I'm sure y/n would really appreciate it" says Ale sadly.

"I'm already looking at flights to Barcelona, I just can't believe it, what a downer girls, I'm so sad" says Leah in tears.

"Ale tells me which hospital you are, I'm on my way" says Ana in a hurry.

"We are in the one near Tibidabo" "now I'm sending you the location, I'm going to hang up, I'm going to go in to see my baby" and Alexia hung up.

Before entering the room Alexia calls the team managers to discuss what happened and they tell her not to worry that everything is going to be fine and that she can take all the time in the world to be with y/n.

Lilah takes Alexia's hand and asks her if she is ready to go in to which Ale nods not so sure....

When they enter the first thing they see is y/n lying on the bed with many tubes everywhere, one coming out of her mouth, IV in her arms, one in her leg and the fixator in her ankle adding the bandage on her head (because nothing can be seen from her spine but that's where her surgery was) a tube coming out of her side, Alexia's heart breaks in little pieces to see her like this, the love of her life lying on a bed fighting for her life....

"Ale, talk to her and hold her hand, so she could feel you are here, with her, while I go make some calls" "Ok" alexia says.

"Hello my love, I know that the last time I spoke to you I didn't say very nice things but I want you to know that they're not true, I was very angry with you, it is that you are a stubborn honey, why don't you tell me your things, my life you are going to be very well. You are going to recover and although everything will be very different I am going to be with your sister and you all the way, you are going to be well, healthy, strong and laughing at life as always, I am sad to see you like this, I don't like to see that you are having a bad time, I only ask you to fight and stay here with me, don't go without me, I love you so much, all the girls are worried, even Leah is coming from London later and Ana is on her way, I'm sure that when they see me they will want to tear my head off for being stubborn, and you should know that I don't mind not having children but as long as I have you, nothing happens. .. We will buy the little house on the beach that we want so much and we will be very happy my love, I cannot do without you, you are my life, you have always been my life, I love you, very much and I will not leave here and go home without you. I love you too much, you can't imagine how much..." Alexia says through tears as she comes over and gives you a little kiss on your uninjured cheek. She arranges the chair next to you and doesn't let go of your hand, trying to give you some human warmth in that cold room. And she falls asleep for a while to the sound of the monitors lulling her to sleep.

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spidernuggets · 5 months

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Can I request #15 from the lyric list with Jason Todd please? I think it's perfect for angst or hurt/comfort, whatever you want to write really

Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive if you squint

"You with the dark curls, you with the water colour eyes"

"Jesus Christ, how do you expect me not to get upset over something like this, Jason! You're never home anymore! We don't go on dates anymore! Your.. Your friends and family don't even know we're dating!" You yell at him, tears already cascading down your face.

Jason sighs in frustration. It was late in the afternoon when Jason woke up since he was out late on patrol last night. He knew what he was getting into when he started dating you. Dark secrets, little communication. It was selfish of him, but he couldn't help it. The selfish itch in his heart dragged him towards you, not wanting to share you with anyone else.

And together with his other ego of Red Hood, he was out late at night, coming home to you in the early hours of 5am, sleeping in until around 3pm, in which he either has to go to Wayne Manor for training, or go out with Roy for a side mission.

He promised himself not to tell you about his secret life. The less you knew, the safer. Villains wouldn't give to use you as blackmail or kidnap you or hurt you. If any of them did, he wouldn't hesitate to go against Batman's morals and put a bullet through their head, no matter how long it took him to make amends with his adoptive father.

Jason sighed in frustration, pulling his hair back with a firm grip. "They don't need to know!" He says back, slightly raising his voice in attempts to remain as calm as possible. "It's none of their business!"

"How?! Am I not someone you care about?!"

"Of course you are! But they don't need to know that!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I don't want them to!" Jason yells.

You stayed quiet after that. He doesn't want them to know about you? Why?? Was he really ashamed to be dating you? Why the fuck would he date you in the first place then?

Jason's eyes widen. He didn't mean to say it. Not like that, to say the least. He didn't want his friends or family to overwhelm you. He didn't want them to be a variable in what could happen if you'd find out about his other life. And even if you didn't, he especially didn't want the press to be involved when they found out another one of Bruce Wayne's sons has found a lover.

"Doll, I-"

You put your hand out as Jason stepped closer. You spit out a harsh, sarcastic laugh as you dried your tear-stained cheeks. "You know, I thought you wanted to keep this relationship on the down low because I know how much you hate how nosy your family is. But, you know, you could've just said that dating me was that embarrassing. I would've been out of your hair ages ago if you were that ashamed to be seen with me," you snip. You start to walk to your shared bedroom, grabbing your duffel and shoving random clothes into it.

Jason felt paralysed. He couldn't move, and his heart was beating rapidly inside his head. It hurt so much. He just wanted to protect you. He just wanted to keep you safe.

When he was finally abke to manoeuvre his limbs, he rushed towards the bedroom. His head felt like it was about to explode when he saw you zipping up your duffel and throwing it over your shoulder.

"Y/n, please! I didn't-" He tried to call out to you. He tried to reason with you.

"I'll come back for the rest of my stuff next week," you mumble as you walk right past him, refusing to make eye contact with him.

Jason's heart shattered into a million pieces. His mind stopped functioning, and he went into another one of his melancholic episodes. He caved away in your used-to-be shared bedroom for the majority of that week. He clutched your pillow ever so close to him, hoping he was delusional enough to believe it was you. But it wasn't the same. He tried to think of many ways to make it up to you, to grow a pair and try to talk things out. But he's never seen you look so upset.

He wanted to fill his own head with lead. He promised himself never to let you get hurt, and he promised that if anyone did hurt you, he'd kill them. But he was the one who hurt you. And he wanted someone to put him out of his misery.

Bruce then called Jasin near the end of the week, telling him that he had missed too many important missions already and that he needed to get back in the field. Bruce was pissed. But Jason ignored him, as usual.

So, Bruce had no choice but to bring out the big guns. He ordered Alfred to demand Jason to get back to work. Alfred didn't demand, obviously. He just gently laid out that the team couldn't afford any more rest days from Jason, so they all needed Red Hood to get his head in the game. And Jason could never say no to Alfred.

So he put the big, red helmet back on and went out for crime-fighting. Granted, his skills were lacking more than usual, but Dick held Bruce back from making a scene. Dick was the only person to know of yours and Jason's past relationship, and he knew Jason would've been more appreciative and comfortable if he didn't mention it to the others. He eventually found out early in the week that you broke up with Jason and moved out of his apartment, so he understood why he was falling behind on the current mission.

There were a bunch of men who worked for Black Mask roaming the streets. Some were easily tied up already, and some were more skilled than others as there were bullets flying left and right.

Unfortunately, during the same time, you decided it would be a good time to head back to Jason's apartment to grab the rest of your belongings and the Black Man vs. Bats' encounter just so happened to take place on the route.

You were checking your phone and foolishly had your headphones on, too. It wasn't until you were at a witness distance away from the scene and heard a gunshot being fired.

From natural reaction, you screamed. You were at quite far distance, but ome of the men heard you. He called over two other guys with him. They couldn't afford to have a civilian witness.

Just when one was about to throw a knife at you, Red Hood comes swinging in, knocking him out. He disarmed the weapons of the other two, headbutting one, leaving him unconscious, and shot the other in the leg, as if he didn't have any problem fighting two seconds ago.

Your breathing was heavy and you couldn't move from where you were standing.

Red Hood came closer to you, grasping your shoulders, looking around for any wounds or bruises.

"Are you okay??" He asked in complete worry. You knew Red Hood cared about victims and innocent civilians, but he seemed real comfortable right now, but you decided to brush it off.

"Yeah... I think I'm- Watch out!" You tried to warn. The guy who was shot in the leg was able to get up and take a swing at Red Hood's head with a stray metal pole he found near him. Luckily, Red Hood was able to kick the pole out of the man's hand and punch him until he was out cold.

"Shit," Red Hood hisses. He didn't even realise his helmet cracked open until he turned around to check up on you again.

He was about to ask if you were okay again until he realised the shocked expression on your face. The right side of his mask was busted open, showing the pale colour of his green eyes and a few stray strands of dark locks sticking out.

You know those features. You know them so well.

Suddenly, you were back in your shared apartment with Jason, watching 'The Dead Poets Society' during a Saturday afternoon. He was being cradled in your arms, his head laying on your chest, and every few minutes, he would look up at you with those beautiful eyes, smiling and telling you how much he loves you, while your hand intertwined with the curls of his hair.

Suddenly, you were back in your shared kitchen, Jason huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around his knees as his head was buried within his arms. He was having another panic attack, and you slowly approached him, whispering multiple times that it was just you. It was just you and him, and it will always just be you and him. That's when he let you hold him. Your nose was nuzzled into the crown of his head, his hair tickling your neck. And he looked at you with watering eyes, apologising for putting up with him, but you just shushed him, assuring that you're never putting up with him, and that it was just another way of showing that you adore and love him with your whole heart.

Suddenly, you were back on your shared bed with the sheets tossed on the floor. Your hands were at a firm grip, pulling and tugging on Jason's hair as he made sure to keep reminding you to maintain eye contact with him the whole time while his face was settled comfortably between your thighs.

"Jason?"

"Fuck.. You.. You weren't supposed to-" Jason got a report on his comms that the rest of Black Masks' men have been taken out and GCPD will be arriving soon.

"C'mon, let's get you home," Jason mumbles, leading you towards his bike.

"We're going back to your place, Jason," you say behind him, making him stop and turn around to face you. "We're going back to your place, and you're going to tell me everything. You owe me," it wasn't a plead or a beg. It was a demand.

And Jason knew he couldn't be selfish anymore. And he also wanted you back. Back in his apartment, making it your own, too. He wanted you back in his arms. He wanted to be back in your arms. So he nods, taking you to his bike and driving back to his apartment.

He sits you down, asking you once more if you want to know everything in which you just gave him a deadpanned look.

You knew that Jason Todd went missing in some unknown accident. But that was 'Jason Todd', not Robin. So Jason tells you that there was more to his fake death, and you nod giving him the go ahead.

And with that, Jason tells you his story. From him stealing the Batmobile's tires to becoming Robin to getting killed by the Joker to come back to life by the Lazarus Pit, up until this very moment.

You didn't know how to react. You sat there on the couch staring into his eyes. Jason looks away, not wanting to see the look on your face once you've comprehended what he had finally admitted to.

"You've been through so much. And you didn't tell me. Is this why you get those panic attacks? I could've... I could've done more," you mutter. But Jason's eyes widen as he shakes his head, getting on his knees in front of you.

"No. No, Y/n. That isn't your responsibility," he says.

You look at him, annoyed. "My responsibility is to love you, Jason! And being there for you is part of loving you. You could've.. you could've at least told me small parts of your story. You could've told me you were Red Hood, and that would be end of story. I'd still love you.."

He shakes his head once more. "If you knew, you wouldn't be safe. Your safety probably decreased right now, now that you know who I am," he says, almost in a whine. "I just wanted to protect you. Of course, I'd never be embarrassed or ashamed to be seen with you. If I had it my way, if I just lived a normal life, I'd be showing you off to anyone looking our way," he confesses, and you couldn't help but smile.

You hold Jason's face in your hands, holding it so carefully, as if his face was the most delicate thing in the world. "Jay, I know you. I know you can protect me, and your family can protect us. You're so strong. I just know that no harm can come our way," you try to reassure him. He nods in response.

You place a lingering kiss on the crown of his head. "I'll be bringing my stuff back here tomorrow. No more secrets, please, hm?"

"Mhm," he nods. He's tired. And he just wants to be back with you. And you give that to him.

Suddenly, you're back in your shared bedroom on your bed. Your limbs are tangled with Jason's. Your noses are in close proximity. Your eyes are staring back at each other. And your fingers are caressing each strand of hair on his pretty head.

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hongjoongsslvt · 1 month

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One bite ||Jeong Yunho (MDNI)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho X Fem! Reader (Non-Idol AU)

Warnings: Vampire Reader, Demon/Incubus Jeong Yunho, Deaths mentioned, Mentions of Blood, Strangers to lovers, thats all i can think off.

word count: 1.76k

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I finally put my headphones down, recognizing that I had streamed for over 6 hours, which was definitely one of my longest streams. Leaving my gaming desk, I dressed in a black overside tee and off-white sweatpants, combined with shoes and a baseball hat. I look at the wall clock that hangs directly next to the front door.

2:13 am. A great time to go prowling around the city looking for some fresh blood.

This is the society in which vampires, demons, angels, and other races live in secrecy alongside humans. So it is inherently difficult to obtain adequate nourishment, especially for vampires, whose primary source is blood. Pacts play an important function in this context.

Pacts ensure that no race exploits other races in need of nourishment.

Vampires can feed on anyone of any race, but a pact-bound vampire can only feed on its pact mate; the blood of any other living thing becomes poisonous.

I wander around town alleys, watching intoxicated folks brawl and lie around with no care in the world. I never fancied alcoholic blood, but I'm not in a position to pick favorites. It's easier to feed off a drunk than a sober individual because there's no screaming or running away.

I take a turn down the dimly lit alley, looking around for individuals or surveillance cameras. None. I proceed a few meters forward and notice a strong stench of blood. The sweetest smell I have ever encountered in my decades of life.

I see two bloodied bodies: one tall, well-toned, and the other unidentifiable and clearly dead.

"Hey, "Are you Okay?" I ask the tall, toned man.

No response.

I let out a heavy sigh as I shred the linen at his thighs, sinking my teeth in, soaking up the wonderful blood and injecting a small quantity of my fluid.

Yes, vampires can inject fluid into the region to heal the bite mark and remove the evidence. While pure-blooded vampires can heal anyone, human or vampire, as long as they are alive, the other vampires can only heal less sever wounds, the bite wounds.

I cease feeding off of him, feeling full and satisfied, and wait for the fluid to work its job. I plopped him over my shoulder and walked discreetly back home, avoiding congested areas to avoid raising suspicions.

Placing him on the couch, I prepare the water for the bath while keeping an eye on him. It wasn't the finest idea to drag an injured stranger into my home, but the sweet, addictive taste of his blood overruled my reasonable reasoning. Well, if he is good and keeps his mouth shut, it will be a win-win situation for both; otherwise, what a waste of such sweet tasting blood.

I was quickly brought out of my thoughts as I heard the person groan and wake awake.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I inquired, studying his pale skinned face, which has the nicest but most gorgeous features. What a lucky find.

"Who are you?" the man asked, standing up, his body towering over mine.

"You first, because I am the one who saved you," I answered, looking straight into his eyes. His frightening atmosphere may have worked on others, but not on me.

"I am Jung Yunho," the man said, reclining back on the couch. "Is that enough?"

"Come on, I know that you are definitely not human" I say, checking if he takes the bait, "You gotta be careful, that body is almost unrecognizable"

Despite his calm demeanor, his face was filled with misery and hatred, and he spoke with a heavy sigh.

"I am a demon, An incubus to be precise, that body has brutally murdered my foster family"

"Rest easy, I made sure not to leave evidence" I remarked, setting down a pair of clothes and a towel, "Go get a bath, you are dirty, and I hate messy stuff in my room"

He nods quietly and enters the bathroom, while I clean the couch and vacuum the house.

3:44 am.

I plop down on the couch, searching through websites to update my book collection with new releases.

"I never thought your clothes would be almost perfect fit, how tall are you?" He asks, drying his hair with a towel.

Now that I can see clearly, this man is one of the most stunning people I've ever met, with breathtakingly beautiful body proportions and an ethereal face. I hurriedly return my gaze to the screen, hoping not to be caught salivating over his appearance.

"Probably 180 or 182 cm, so yeah, i am shorter than you by mere centimeters"

"So, since you knew my identity, its only fair to tell yours"

"I am Y/N, a Vampire, purebred," I add as I pay for the books I've opted to read. "Well known to people by the name Lynn, the streamer"

"YOU ARE THAT STREAMER??" Yunho shrieked, almost deafening my hearing; his eyes were filled with joy as he plopped right next to me on the couch, unwittingly releasing his tail and horns.

"You have no idea! I'VE BEEN A FAN OF YOURS FOR A LONG TIME," he said, going into detail about my previous streaming aliases and so on.

"Easy now boy, Put those horns and tail away" I say while asnwering his never ending questions.

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I normally stream for 20 to 25 years before taking a break and starting again under a different identity so that people don't have suspicions about my race. However, it is only effective against humans, who have significantly shorter lifespans.

"I have a deal, Since you have no where to go, you can stay here, but in return, let me feed on your blood" I' proposed.

"You do realize that biting an incubus is equivalent to forming a pact?" He questioned back. "You have no choice but to feed only on me and same is the case with me"

I really screwed up; I forgot that feeding off a demon is basically forging a pact, now I am at the mercy of this Incubus.

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The days passed pleasantly; I did my daily streaming, with Yunho occasionally joining in and playing with me. Well, thanks to him, more specifically for his honey sweet voice, which brought in more subscribers and hence more money.

Once a stranger, he now assists me with my daily activities and keeps the room clean. Despite being told that his voice and game play alone are enough to cover his living expenses, he persists on doing it nevertheless.

It's adorable to see him play with his Spider-Man-themed game station and his toy collection; the once-empty guest bedroom has become his land. I look around the house, only to realize that it no longer reflects my tastes, but rather 'our tastes'.

Yunho, the more I got to know him, the more perfect he appeared to be. He took sure to keep his blood in blood packs in case he had to go outside for longer than intended, brought back plushies or anything with phrases like "This looks like you" or "This reminds me of you." My life suddenly feels really lively, and I'm wondering how I've managed to remain alone for so long.

and by the time I realized, i fell for him. My first love.

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One thing I've noticed about Yunho recently is that he's becoming paler by the day and spending most of his time curled up on his bed, and I haven't fed off of him in a long time. Unlike humans, I don't have to worry about a demon fainting or dying from blood loss, so I'd feed on him heavily at first and then stop until my desire returned.

"Yu, you gotta tell me what's wrong, I can't figure anything out unless you say so," I plead as I sat next his curled up figure on the bed.

"Its nothing, I am just having a little trouble, call mingi over and ask him to bring some meds yeah?" He whispered and shooed me off his room.

That's not it. I have to know what's wrong with him

I picked up the phone and instantly dialed Mingi's number.

"Dude, since you are the same kind as Yunho, tell me what's wrong with him" I said. "I know he spoke about his illness with you"

"Did you ask when was the last time he fed?" He inquired

Oh, the wheels in my brain started turning.

"Well he need to because the fluid provided by vampire is kind of like food to us incubus to live , but what we really need to stay healthy and replenish our powers is of course, sex" Mingi says.

"I'll call you back later," I quickly cut the call off.

"I have been feeding on him all this time and forgot that he needs to feed as well," I mentally slap myself before returning to Yunho's room.

"Yu, I have to feed off you," I add, to which he agrees and lies on his back, raising his wrist. "Do it"

I take his hand, but instead of biting my teeth into his wrist, I grasp both of his hands and straddle him. Yunho instantly stiffens and stares at me, puzzled.

"I really appreciate that you are trying to get me to feed off you, but Y/N, I want to do this with love, I dont want to just have sex for feeding, I dont want to impose on you and make you uncomfortable, I am fine with just your fluid" He looks at me with tears in his eyes.

"I love you Y/N, I genuinely do, I don't want to impose on you, you were there for me when I thought it was the end for me, and as time sped by, I got to see a lot of you. The streamer, the clumsy girl, the tech nerd, the loving one, Of course, you don't have to receive-"

I closed his mouth by kissing him. His lips felt unbelievably soft and full, and hot breath swept across my cheeks. It was a quick kiss, but long enough to let him know the feelings were reciprocal.

"I love you too, Yunho; only after meeting you did I realize that having a pact is a blessing, not a shackle; all of my lonely days are now replaced with joy and laughter; it's as if I've found everything I've ever hoped for in my life. You put life back into my spirit.

I grind my hips against him, leaning onto his body, unable to surpass the sweet whimpers.

"Yu, please~"

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ash-says · 2 months

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Saviour Complex Fever:

Let's address the saviour Complex today and no I am not talking here only in the romantic sense but also in platonic, familial,etc ways.

Ohh my traumatized girlies you better get your attention piqued up here cause this can be a call out or triggering post.

Speaking in my corporate babe language I am going to adopt both top to bottom and bottom to top approach to make sure you understand the problem. So without circumventing much I am going in for the goal.

1) Top to bottom Approach:

Starting with the OG," I can fix them" attitude.

Calm down babe, you can't. How about first fixing your sleep schedule for the starters?

We usually see this attitude being discussed a lot in the romantic hemisphere but I profoundly believe it plays a pivotal role in other bonds we have with people and tend to bleed into our romantic life so on and so forth.

Example: Take a child who is five years old and the parents are irresponsible. The child learns early on not only to look after itself but also acts as a therapist to his parents if one of them has zero sense of emotional boundaries and tends to trauma dump on the child. The child will look for ways in which he/she can make things easier and happier for the parent. In a way try to fix the parent and take on the role of being an adult.

How does it affect the bonds you create as an adult?

You become the mom friend.

The mama duck of the group who is always making sure everyone is taken care of properly.

You go above and beyond your comfort to help your friends out.

Take responsibility for your immediate surroundings.

Always trying to be the best and act like a saviour.

Last but not the least, people violate your boundaries time and time again but you forgive them and treat them like a child despite them being functioning adults.

So your homework is to assess your friendships, familial relationships, romantic relationships and check whether you are babysitting a adult?

If yes, are you getting paid for it enough?

No, drop the role.

2) Bottom to Top Approach:

Even the saviour dreams of being saved at times.

One of the potent reasons we tend to pick on the saviour role is because deep down we want to be saved. Salvation is what we desire.

Someone to lean on. A rock solid support. To lower our guards and be present without a worry.

Then we are faced with the harsh realities and realise it's not as simple as we think it is.

Therefore, whenever we see someone in need our instinct activates and we automatically start babysitting. We fill the void by embodying the persona that we deeply crave in our life.

It's the Chiron in us. We take on the role of the wounded healer.

That's where you need to remind yourself you don't need an external person or support to protect you. Many times we are sold this idea that we are fixed by someone else.

It's your job to fix your own house. Not your neighbours.

Your body, your mental health is where your spirit lives. Others can aid you but at the end of the day you won't be trusting your house to a total stranger. It's you who takes control and dictates the course of it.

So kill this idea that someone out there is going to walk into your life and then everything will be rainbows and roses.

Fine, if you believe life is a Disney movie you can go ahead and kiss a couple of frogs to find your prince charming. Your life, your rules.

But don't be surprised if you catch a disease or two while kissing the frogs .

After all, I always say:

There are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour, darling.

And if you do want to be a mother badly there are plenty of orphaned kids out there you can spend some time with them rather than those ungrateful, therapy inducing, namesake adults.

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backmuscles21 · 3 months

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Can I Stay?

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Summary: You have a Ph.D. in Psychology, which comes in handy for helping out Jake's daughter, Kiri. It also helps you find the two people that would mean most to you in your life. It just took some convincing eye contact for them to never want to get rid of you.

Warnings - Smut, Size Kink

You got called down by Jake to help his daughter, Kiri, she had apparently had a seizure. You and Norm linked into your bodies and flew down to the Metkayina clan. When you got there and jumped out of the plane, you ran up to Jake and followed him to the mauri where she lay. You got in with some other doctors and started to set up machines to help her.

You were at a little bit of a disadvantage to the other doctors, you were a doctor, you held a Ph.D., but in psychology. You had studied seizures quite often, you needed to be here. But waking her up was not your wheelhouse, you just knew how the brain worked.

They had all these machines up and they were trying many different things. Looking at Jake and Neytiri crushed your heart, they looked panicked.

Before you knew it you were being kicked out by a screaming Neytiri. You stood outside the mauri, next to Jake and Norm, you both were trying to console Jake.

Ronal, the tshaik of the tribe, was healing Kiri effectively. You were happy to know she was up and okay, you wanted to run a test on her brain to ensure no damage had been done. You knew her talks of Eywa sounded like classic epilepsy. You let her family see her first, you knew they were worried, and you just wanted to make sure there wasn’t any damage while she was out.

You walked in after a few minutes; Ronal was nearby packing up her stuff and the Sully family was also nearby. You sat down in front of Kiri and held her hand.

“Hi, Kiri, how are you?”

She gave you a big smile, you knew she missed you, “I am okay.”

“I’m glad. I was worried. I wanted to ask you a few questions, are you okay to answer them?”

She nodded, you knew she felt comfortable with you, you told her a lot about her mother. Not only that she liked how much you knew and how wise you seemed. It felt like you always knew what to say and how to fix things.

Ronal would look at you as you talked with Kiri, she would be packing up bottles and pastes and her eyes would flick up at you. She noticed something within you, this big emotional intelligence and calm nature to you. She started to like you before she knew anything about you, just something within her told her you were very trustworthy.

When she was fully packed up, she decided to leave and tell her mate, Tonowari of you and her feelings.

You had finished your questions with Kiri, you picked up some small irregularities and some slight disorientation. But overall, she was good and that’s all that matters, however, you wanted to ask Jake if you could stay to monitor her brain for a while. You didn’t have a PhD and Masters in psychology for nothing, you could help her and possibly mitigate any possible deterioration of her brain’s functionality.

You went up to Jake to see if he’d go with you to ask the chief about you staying. You wanted to help, but you weren’t sure if they’d let you, you were an outsider just like the Sullys were. The worst part as well, was you weren’t permanently in your body like Jake, you would still have to link in day to day. You wanted to help, you wanted to stay, you knew Jake would want you here for Kiri. They liked you and trusted you, all of Jake’s kids enjoyed talking with you since you could help them with any problem.

“You think they’ll let me stay?”

“You want to stay?”

“I want to be here for Kiri. I want to ensure there’s no major damage, especially if it happens again.”

“I can ask, but don’t hold your breath. It took a lot for them to let us stay.”

“I can go with you. Would that help?”

“Sure, why not.”

You and Jake went to the leader of the clan and you asked if you could stay, when they said yes without much argument, you and Jake were surprised, you thought there’d be a fight. You thanked them for their hospitality and for letting you stay; you were excited to get to know the ways of the Metkayina.

You found as the days went on, you learned well, and the kids enjoyed having you around. However, you also found that the two clan leaders liked to watch you from afar as you played with the kids. You found from time to time your eyes would look up and see them staring, so you stared at each other for a while before you smiled and waved at them. It seemed like that happened often, you’d stare at each other and it always brought a warm feeling to you.

One day, after many days of staring off longingly at each other, the two leaders had you come over to their marui. You felt a tinge of nervousness wave over you, this felt like such a big deal and you couldn’t tell why it meant so much to you. When you entered, it was just Tonowari standing in the middle of the space.

“Hi.”

“Hello, I am glad you made it here okay.”

“I’m glad you invited me. I know you two have been staring.”

“And you have been staring back.”

“I have. Ronal stares a lot.”

“She thinks something about you. She sees something in you. Something high and greater.”

“What do you think?”

“I think she is right.”

“So, you both like me?”

“What is not to like? I imagine it works both ways.”

You smiled and looked away as you felt your face heat up, it only heated up more when Tonowari’s hand was placed against your cheek and moved your head to look at him again. You stared into each other’s eyes and then he moved in for a kiss, you went on your tippy toes and locked lips with him. His other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him, this felt so right but then you stopped.

“What about Ronal?”

“What about me?”

You whipped your head around to see her standing at the entryway, she had a smile on her face, she placed down what she held in her hands and walked up to you. She kissed you as well, and it felt even better, even more right, it felt like the only right thing you’ve ever done in your life. You felt Tonowari come up behind you, his hand resting on your hip and the other trailing up your side. His lips lightly pressed to your neck, shoulders and back, you knew this was premeditated, they planned to tag team you.

You knew what they wanted and what they planned, if that’s what they wanted, you’d give it to them. You reached your hand to the back of your neck and unclipped your top, you heard a slight gasp from Ronal as your top fell to the floor. You felt Tonowari’s hands drag up your ribcage and land on your bare breasts, his large hands gripped the flesh. You let out a quiet whimper at his actions, your back was slowly brought against his chest. You then felt him start to kiss your neck and shoulder, his teeth occasionally grazing at your skin making you shudder.

You rested your head on his shoulder, you were fully open and vulnerable for them to do as they pleased. Ronal moved closer to you; her mouth started to kiss down your stomach. She kissed down passed your navel then she came back up to kiss your breasts, she started to suck at your nipples. They both relished in the sounds that fell out of your mouth and the way your body writhed against Tonowari’s chest.

“Use your teeth a little.”

Ronal looked at you, were you really asking her to bite at your nipple?

She used her teeth lightly, ensuring not to get her sharp k9s too close. Your body became even more responsive, Ronal and Tonowari shared a snarky look.

“Lay her down,” Ronal asked Tonowari.

Tonowari picked you up with ease and moved you to lay you down on the floor of their marui. You watched as Ronal and Tonowari took off their minimal clothing and you finished off taking yours off. The three of you were naked and you sat up on your forearms to get a better look at them. Ronal positioned herself behind your head, she lifted it up and placed it in her lap. Tonowari positioned himself between your legs, he lifted your hips up to get closer to you. He leaned down to kiss you, and as he kissed you, he placed his hand on your stomach and ran his hand down to start toying with your clit.

Your body writhed up into him, the pleasure was immense, almost too much. You knew he had to be big and your body was still small compared to his reef body, you knew he was going to prepare you. His fingers slipped into your folds and your head pushed back against Ronal’s strong thighs in pleasure. It wasn’t long before his fingers were replaced with his big, thick, long cock, it pushed into you and your back arched as he slowly pushed in inch by inch. When he bottomed out, he held your hips and waited a few more moments before brutally fucking you. Shortly after a few thrusts, you reached up to pull Ronal down for a kiss.

“Get on my face.” You whispered.

She looked shocked at your request, her eyes were wide for a moment before she moved her legs and lightly placed your head on the soft floor. She straddled your face, facing toward her mate, and she slowly set her body weight down on you. You wrapped your arms around her thighs to keep her pressed against your mouth, you went right into flicking your tongue. Her moans were heavenly, you felt her hips tilt forward as she leaned towards Tonowari, and that’s when you heard them kissing. Your tongue pressed harder into her clit as you kept good suction on it, your tongue flicked through her folds.

You could hear Tonowari chuckle at Ronal’s moans, you knew that he liked watching her break under an immense pleasure. It also made him fuck you harder, he was getting off on watching you pleasure his mate. You came first, your body shook as you came, and Tonowari held your legs as you writhed. Your hands squeezed Ronal’s thigh while you came, you then felt her move her hips more as she was getting closer. She came shortly after and the man of the hour always waited till his girls came. He came thrusting deep into you, deeper than you ever felt before. His hips stuttered as he rode out his orgasm, his deep breathy moans were making you horny all over again.

Tonowari helped Ronal off your face and you lay there writhing while still impaled by his cock. You whined as Tonowari pulled out of you and helped lift you up into his lap. He holds you against him as he stands and helps move you to their bed. They held you between them.

“I am glad that you stayed,” Ronal said.

“I knew you would be.”

Tonowari gripped your hip and pulled you back towards him, “don’t get cocky now.”

You giggled at him, “I didn’t think you would ever use that word.”

“Not often.”

“As a human, you hear that word a lot. Here, I barely hear Jake say it.”

“What was it like being human,” Ronal asks.

“Very different. Even as a doctor, it's still different. Now I’m not a doctor like you, and I could never be, I know the brain, but I don’t know the body. I praise you for that.”

Ronal smiled at your words.

“I’m grateful that I’ve been given this body. I’m grateful that I get to be here with you guys. I’m grateful that I passed all my classes and got my PhD. Nothing is as amazing in my life as being here. Being here with you two, getting to be as intimate as we are. Being human you miss a lot in day-to-day life. There is no slowness and love. It’s so fast and so broken and so much anger. Here it’s bliss.”

“We will always be here to slow things down and to love you,” Tonowari said as he kissed your shoulder.

Also posted on my Ao3 - Backmuscles

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magica-ren · 8 months

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Old Habits Die Hard! [1]

Synopsis; In which Scaramouche takes what he’s gotten back for granted.

Warnings; None for now.

Word Count; 654

CRASH!

That’s the very last thing you probably remember hearing before you blacked out- Nothing else… Maybe you felt yourself stop in your tracks, maybe your felt a throbbing pain before blacking out- Perhaps you felt nothing at all. I wouldn’t know.

You wake up on a hospital bed, the bright artificial lights of the room seemingly blinding you- I sit by your side, gazing at your beautiful face. Oh how I miss looking at you… Can’t you see how beautiful you are to me? The way your gaze shifts at every moment, all those little expressions you make; It’s so adorable, I can’t help but wish to hug you oh so tightly. But I’d never admit it to you in your face- No, of course not!

You attempt to adjust your pretty eyes to the blaring iridescent lights, wincing in what seems to be pain, most likely from what had happened. Your blank gaze settles upon me, the guy sitting in a chair right beside you, and a nurse who bares witness to this life-changing moment.

I look at you with relief- Relieved that you’re awake, relieved that you’re alive. What a joyous moment this is; However, my expression remains calm as I request for the nurse to call over for a doctor- Talking about how you’re finally awake.

Unfortunately for me, that moment is short lived as I look down upon you, my shadow casted over your beautifully limp form.

“Who are you?”

Those words break me, how could you not remember who I am? You’re beloved Scaramouche? Is this a joke? Some kind of sick prank to pull? But that confused look on your face says otherwise… How could you not remember the man you’ve claimed to have an pure, unadulterated love for; The man you’ve made promises to share the rest of your life with-

How could you not remember me?

But alas, that’s okay! I’ll help you out! I am your only lover after all!

“I’m your lover, [Name].” I say, giving you a small smirk as I gently stroke your head. Tears prickle in my eyes, seemingly about to burst out. You look at me with furrowed eyebrows, analyzing and scanning me like some sort of machine.

“You’ve been gone for over a month, pet.” I begin to explain, “You’ve had quite the accident!” I chuckle sarcastically, which makes the whole thing seem as not as big of a deal it truly is.

You look at me in confusion, before asking, “Wha- Accident? I was in an accident-?” I watch you piece things together, and then look down at yourself, your right arm put into a cast. You attempt to move your body slightly, only to stop and wince in pain.

I nod in confirmation, “Mhm, a pretty shitty one if I do say so myself.” I cross my arms, staring at you with intent.

Just before you can ask about the accident a doctor comes in, checking in on you. I sigh in relief for a moment, which you didn’t seem to notice.

Then doctor then tells us that you have amnesia. You’re able to remember parts of your identity (for example, your name and age) and compute other basic functions, but you can’t seem to remember other people. Which is the case for me and Archon’s know how many others.

You were asked to try and dig deeper into your memory- Friends, family, animals, places- Anything really. But you come up empty handed explaining to the doctor that you can’t remember anything.

You’re out of it, really. It’s been a month or two since you’ve last stood up, so movement is hard. You tell me your body feels stiff, to which the doctor then replies that you’ll need to do a bit of physical therapy before being discharged from the hospital.

I suppose I’ll just have to visit you to and from for the time being then.

Notes: Reader becomes a bit more timid and shyer after amnesia, before that they were still a bit shy but less timid, more willing to stand up for themself. Reader is gender neutral.

Also, slightly based off Lolita (I know, crazy right?) by Vladimir Nabokov, and Restart by Gordon Kormen.

Originally pitched this idea to @r0ttenhearts (if you don’t mind me tagging you!)

THIS IS GOING TO BE A SERIES!!!

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arece · 1 year

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hey abby i was wondering if i could request a drabble about john comforting the reader after the reader makes a mistake (like breaking a dish, misplacing something, or anything else you can think of)/thinks that they’re a mistake i really love your comfort drabbles lol thanks so much <33

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♤ Summary: Some fears just never truly go away. The masterlist

♤ a/n: Some insight to Readers past before John and Aurelio??? Look guys I'm still alive! I have two weeks of school left so finals have been trying to kill me off. I'm trying to get through the requests, I swear I am!

♤ Warnings: panic attacks, injuries, burns, cuts, reader's been through some stuff :(

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The past two years you’ve been officially staying with John he grew used to how jumpy you could be. He expected it to tone down after the incident with your nightmare but it seemed… different. It only appeared to be on a worse level with certain situations.

He’d catch moments where you’d be lost, staring off into the distance, caught in a memory he couldn’t see. He wanted to ask you about it but was worried about scaring you off, pushing into new territory that neither of you had addressed yet. You were already so skittish as is.

Lost communication seemed like it’d always be you twos failing point, John wanting to save you and you fearing that he’ll need to. It’s hard to be a functional family when you can’t admit to each other it’s what you crave.

You had a special sense for reading other people's body language, being able to tell a switch from the smallest finger twitch. Although it came from a dark place it came to be useful for certain situations. That’s what already had you on guard when John came home from his latest contract.

The atmosphere was tense, even Dog chose to not stick around, scampering off to your room. He looked angry, frustrated. He was also exhausted by the bags under his eyes, most likely not getting much sleep the few days he was away.

“Hey, you’re back. Winston said you’d be a couple more days…” you trailed off at his deep sigh from your words, were you annoying him? He rubbed a hand over his face, letting his bag slide down from his arm to fall on the floor.

You slightly tense from the loud smack as it made contact with the floor but brushed it off. “Got lucky,” you could barely catch his low murmur. He fell back against the couch and you felt the need to make sure he was alright, that you’d prevent anything from angering him further.

“Are you hungry?” You found yourself practically forcing the words out. “No.” The grit in his tone twisted your stomach the wrong way and your breath caught slightly. “I’ll make you some tea.” You scampered out of the room before he could respond.

You set the kettle on the stove top, water slightly spilling out from the side due to your shaking hands. You took a deep breath trying to swallow down the uncomfortable fear growing inside. Not knowing how much sugar he took you decided to place it on a tray so he could do it himself.

You poured in the boiling water and picked out a random tea bag before adding it to the tray, carrying it out to the living room. You could feel your anxiety rising as you approached John, his demeanor not any more calm from when you left him.

You placed the tray on the coffee table, “I’m not sure how you wanted it so I brought over a bunch,” you slightly rambled as you set things out. Your elbow knocked the corner of the sugar container, sending it spilling out.

You felt your heart physically stop. “Fuck,” John let a curse slip out over the mess. Tears started to sting at your eyes and you began to scramble to clean it all up as quickly as you could. “I’m sorry, I’m-” You hissed as the boiling water in the mug burnt your fingers, dropping it from instinct.

Glass shattered against the floor, hot water splashing against your bare legs. Before you could truly think it through in the midst of your hysteria you bent down and began picking up pieces of glass, slicing the tips of your fingers. Mumbling apologies insistently in broken sobs you didn’t notice John calling out to you.

“Kid.” He wraps his arms around you, having to physically lift you up and move you to the safety of the couch. You curled up into a small ball, shoving your face in between your arms. You just wanted to disappear, avoid the anger you were bound to face over the giant mess you just created.

John had no choice but to clean up the mess first, not wanting to risk you injuring yourself further. Once he returned from getting rid of the glass he found you right where he left you. You looked so small, so helpless. That reaction - his jaw clenched just at the thought of what could’ve brought you to react like that.

He reached out to you, wanting to clean up the cuts and check that you didn’t seriously burn yourself. But you flinched back. He froze, like a bucket of ice water being poured over him. It’s true, you’ve witnessed him commit brutal acts but he had hoped by now he had managed to prove that he would never hurt you.

His anger wasn't directed at you, never at you. He was just frustrated at how the contract grew more complicated than he had hoped. He never meant for his frustrations to affect you like that, didn't think that it would.

“Kid,” he whispered softer than he ever has before, “please. I just wanna see that you’re okay.” You peeked at him through your arms, watching him for a moment. As you traced his expression, ensuring there were no hints of anger, you slowly let yourself unravel from the protective ball you created.

While he began to slowly work through your injuries you remained silent, once again becoming lost to him. He didn’t know how to get you back, the one thing he couldn’t protect you from was your mind, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

Once you had finally calmed he sat beside you, not saying anything. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to even express the mass amount of emotions and panic you had just gone through. You knew that John would never hurt you, but that fear for survival never truly went away.

It would claw at you to desperately listen to its warnings, you aren’t safe, it’s your fault, do something, fix it. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” A lie and you both knew it.

He pulled you into his arms, moving slowly so as to not startle you further. When you relaxed into him he breathed out, grip tightening just slightly. “We don’t have to talk about it.” Your head fell against his shoulder in relief.

Sometimes it was easier to not say anything at all.

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wildhosh · 2 years

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svt: mtl likely to fall for an introvert

pairing: gender-neutral reader x seventeen

requested! by anon

warnings: none! (not proofread)

disclaimer: i do not claim to know anything about who seventeen is likely to fall for romantically! i am also not taking into account what the members have said about their ideal types. this is just based on my personal opinion and perception of the members.

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minghao: would probably exclusively fall for introverts. he’s living in his own bubble and would absolutely love for you to join him there. as an introvert himself, he would be conscious of your social battery and his own. days together would be flooded with so much comfortable silence.

hoshi: to me seems like the kind of guy who would be absolutely enraptured by an entirely introverted person. and i mean wrapped around their finger. he would think they’re so cute and would be the type to do anything possible to make them feel comfortable in any social situation. he would love being the sort of spokesperson of the couple and would take on that part so easily and naturally.

wonwoo: is VERY okay with an introverted partner. he wants you to hang out with his friends but is also so excited when you ask him to do something as little and intimate as sit together in silence. you would probably find solace in each other. he would be a good place to recharge your social battery at the end of a big event because he will be recharging his too.

dokyeom: would be so very likely to fall for an introvert. would find you so cute and would LOVE the little excuses to be by your side at all functions to guide you through the crowds of his friends and family or the excuses to leave early or stay home just the two of you. would be so understanding if you need your space, welcoming you back when you’re ready with open arms and a bright smile.

vernon: i feel like in a relationship, vernon is looking for the twin flame dynamic. which leads me to believe that he would fall for an introvert over an extrovert. he wants someone chill and calm who matches his (introverted) energy. would probably be the one to tell his partner to go home because he needs time to recharge lol so he would be so understanding of any of the introvert struggles.

seungkwan: is one of the more likely members to fall for an introvert. would want someone who simultaneously mellows him out and lets him shine when necessary, he would definitely be down to cuddle at the end of the day away from all the crowds, but he may get his feelings hurt if you decide you need time to recharge wholly alone. he doesn’t want to feel like you don’t like to be around him

joshua: even though he is such an extrovert, shua seems like the type to appreciate a nice day in or an intimate outing with minimal showiness. so i think an introverted partner would pair well with him. however, i don’t think he would actively seek out an introverted partner and may find their lack of social battery and shyness slightly hindering to his dreams for the relationship (traveling, going to concerts, doing lives together, etc.)

jeonghan: if you’re the type of introverted where you are good at interacting with people but only for short amounts of time, he’s so for it. he definitely looks for any excuse to get out of certain social activities so if you’re feeling overwhelmed? let’s go home. but if you’re shy and not good at talking to people or interacting in social situations, he may be a little wary of that. i can picture him being like “what’s so hard about talking to people?” and it could lead to some hurt feelings.

mingyu: is an enigma. he would love to have someone who can match his social energy at all times and all functions, but he also loves to care for people so i think he would love the job of doting on an introvert. i’m not sure an introvert would really initially grab his attention, though he might fall for one he gets to know well.

jun: is another enigma. i feel inclined to say he might prefer an extroverted partner. i think in a one-on-one setting he would love someone energetic and enthusiastic, traits that i see more often carried in extroverts. i see him as someone who loves busy and active days and calm nights, which might work better with an extroverted partner than an introvert.

jihoon: he is another one that would be okay either way. but i think he would be like seungcheol in the sense that he would love watching his partner take the lead and interact with his friends and family, which may not happen if he is with an introverted partner. a person who is good with people and outgoing would catch his attention.

seungcheol: coups seems like the type to enjoy sitting back and watching his partner take control of a room. he would love an extroverted partner who grabs everyone’s attention and lets him take the introverted seat. he would admire the extroverted partner and think “that’s my person”

chan: would probably not work well with an introverted partner. he may need your undivided attention at all times, so an introvert who needs time to themself might leave him feeling scorned. he wants to understand how you have to recharge and may need “me time,” but he doesn’t understand why being with him isn’t comforting enough.

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#also i would like to add that perception of introverts varies…#introverts do not have to fit the quiet/shy stereotype #seventeen #svt #seventeen mtl #svt mtl #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #🐯: anna’s writing

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whimsical-lullaby · 1 month

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Hi! So nice to see another person who writes for Shogun on here.

Anyways, I was wondering if I could get a Yoshii Toranaga x fem reader please? I don't know what all you write in the story, but I know it will be good. Thanks! And take all the time you need, I am in no rush.

Shrivelled Blossoms

You were always a strong person who knew what to say and when to say something in the right moment. And when to keep silent and re-evaluate words and tones that needed to be input in a conversation, whether serious or not. So, what happened today? You just... froze. A word you're so sure isn't even in your vocabulary.

Your friends warned that this would be a serious case to handle and you prepared for it every possible way you could. And when it came, you tackled it in every direction.

'It's not cheese and sprinkles, being a lawyer.' Your father would say. This field of work was hard but you weren't about to lie to yourself, that it didn't build you up as a person.

Entering the train, you took a seat and then texted your friends, telling them you were on the subway. Honestly, it was a miracle you even made it this far! What with the many shots of saké you shared with your friends, that you yourself couldn't remember the exact number.

Your childhood friends who still lived in Osaka texted you after work, when you were curled up on your couch and in your Disney pajamas, contemplating whether to do a Disney marathon starting with Pirates of the Caribbean or just continue binging the last episode of Demon Slayer. They invited you to a girls' night out to cheer you up and you were too nice to decline as much as you were anticipating the latter.

Plus, you thought that it would be nice to catch up after some time you three were caught up in your hectic careers.

Now you wanted nothing more than to plop on your bed and let the drowsiness take you to a peaceful slumber. The hangover can be dealt with once you wake up.

But still, thoughts of the court case resurfaced once more. It's to be expected, as you were an over-achiever ever since you could remember.

It wasn't so much as failing the case and bringing failure to your family name... Well, just a tad bit on that part. But the rest, you wanted to fight for someone so passionately and effortlessly. The dejected look your client gave you made you want to shrivel up and find a place to hide and never come out. But time waits for no one and this wasn't the last case you had. However, you viewed it as your big break.

What a waste, you thought as you contemplated appealing. However that thought was soon demolished by the fear of making a fool of your client and yourself so you just let it rest.

You were so caught up in your internal conflict that you didn't hear the intercom announcement. When you lifted your head up, you realized every passenger was gone and the train was moving once more. Shit.

Clicking your phone open, you immediately went to the phone tracker app only to stare dumbfounded at the moving point from your stop. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

You stood up hastily and turned your head to the right. Was it even possible to get ahold of the conductor? You didn't know but you would try. As you took your first steps, the lights flickered just for a millisecond and it went on once more.

A part of you furiously fought off the whispers in your ears of the urban legends of riding a train at night. You weren't big on scary stuff but you grew up mostly with your grandparents so you were a tad bit superstitious.

Gulping hard, you beelined for the front door, hoping that no ghosts or spirits will claim your soul. The train is probably old, it might need a few things checked up. That's why the lights are flickering, your voice of reason was there to calm you down as usual. It's nothing!

Those movies are unrealistic! How could the character's brains function properly when they are stuck in unsettling situation while you are struggling to open a damn door? Despite your voice of reason, your mind kept traversing back to those camp stories and deep down, you thought that a spirit of a bear would maul you. Why the fuck would a bear be doing in a subway station? You're not thinking clearly!

At some point, you managed to pry the sliding door open and enter the pilot's compartment. The air was knocked out of your lungs as the train violently shook from side to side but you managed to grab onto something to stable you. What the fuck is going on?

Losing balance, you fell to the floor and a dull thud filled your ears before it was replaced by a white noise that viscously stung.

The last thing your blackening vision saw was red liquid pooling on the metal floors of the subway train.

...

Furrowing your eyebrows, you blinked your disoriented eyes open, trying to adjust to the light seeping through the room. Room?

Examining the room you were in, you spotted no doors. Only three mahogany wooden doors and a traditional screen door.

You shut your eyes, trying not to panic. Trying to remember how you got here. Your head feels foggy, temples throbbing as you sort through vague memories.

The court case. Night out with friends, few shots of saké, maybe more since you didn't remember the number. The subway. Missing your stop. The light's flickering on and off. The earthquake.

And then ... nothing.

You can't remember.

Your eyes fly open and you take comfort in the feeling of being fully clothed. But it's not your clothes. Glancing down at the unfamiliar outfit. A simple teal kosode. It felt comfortable ... but it still unsettled you - the fact that someone could have undressed you. You hoped and prayed it was a woman, at the very least.

As you sat up, shutting your eyes as you listened to the ache in your head. Opening them once more, observing your new surroundings.

It looked to be one of those traditional homes. There were no windows. Light passed through the paper of the shoji screen. It kind of reminded you of that traditional Airbnb you stayed in for a night with your mom. There were no modern appliances like air-conditioning or heaters. It looked plain.

Your eyes found your sneakers, next to your neatly folded clothes. But your handbag was no where to be seen. I've been robbed, was your first thought and then pieced together the puzzle. And you concluded you were kidnapped and they confiscated your handbag.

Your heart leaps into your throat as it becomes clear that you need to get the hell out of here.

Wobbling as you slowly got up, your bare feet brushed along the tatami mat, taking your clothes and sneakers in your hands, ambling your way towards the shoji screen. You dropped your shoes and pulled the sliding door to the left and you were met with shocked brown eyes staring back at you.

"Miss, you shouldn't be up and about with your injury!" The young woman gasped.

"Who are you and where am I?" Your hoarse voice croaked and felt scorching in your throat due to screaming for dear life in the train.

"I am Lady Toda Mariko," she introduce and from the corner of your eye, you saw two women shuffling in the room. One carried a bowel of water and a towel, the other carried what looked to be a neatly folded kosode. "I am instructed to bring you to My Lord once you regain consciousness."

"Your Lord?" You echoed and your eyes widen. "Jesus Christ? Am .. Am I in heaven?"

Lady Mariko blinked momentarily before laughing softly. "No, I assure you, you are very much alive. And seem to be doing well than yesterday. You are in Ajiro village and I've been instructed to bring you to My Lord, Toranaga-sama."

....

You had been out of place.

Exotic, is one word Toranaga could describe you and quite frankly the only word he could find in his mind after last night's events. His brother had betrayed him, his brash son drove himself to his death trying to avoid an already fixed fate. And just a few feet way from Nagakado's lifeless body was you.

An unconscious young woman, half drowning in a pond filling up with crimson blood. Sustaining an injury to your head that he requested should be treated by a skilled healer.

Hiromatsu thought you were an assassin or a spy who was caught up in the wrong place and time. Why else were you there? You were just so out of place. Upon closer inspection, you were anything but.

They confiscated your bag and searched for any weapon you might be concealing but found.. strange, peculiar things instead. Yet nothing threatening.

Scrutinizing you now in a different light, his thoughts were concluded.

Silence.

That was Toranaga's tactic. He waited to see who would speak first. And judging by how your eyes travelled everywhere in the room, unable to meet his. You were shifty, and you needed to fill the silence quickly.

Very simple, that's what you were. But definitely non-threatening. Unless your true self was hidden well behind a facade. Now that was a different story and he would soon find out.

You did not know how many centimeters your forehead was to the floor, or how many degrees you were bowing. Once you were presentable as so Lady Mariko deemed you to be, you were led to a relatively spacious room by two men in samurai haircuts and made to kneel before this person she had referred to him as her Lord, Yoshii Toranaga.

Behind Toranaga was a Tokoma which displayed an impressive samurai armer and a part of you thought the production crew really had the budget to pull off even the smallest detail.

"Hello-"

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Me? My name is Y/N." You answered. Silence dragged on again and it became unbearable so you filled it. "Is this a movie set?"

"A what?"

"I was just assuming... where are you hiding the cameras?" The two men shared a glance and you were starting to get annoyed that they were beating around the bush.

You desperately wanted an ibuprofen to sooth your headache and call a doctor to check if you didn't sustain any brain injury. Yes, you were grateful for their assistance whilst you were unconscious but you wanted nothing more than to go home.

"Look. There's been a huge misunderstanding here." You say, the tension reverberates in your throat as the words came out in a petty croak.

"Where are you from?" Toranaga asks.

"I am from Tokyo."

The lord hesitated, not knowing of a place by the name of Tokyo but ventured on. "And tell me. What were you doing in the middle of last night's squabble?" You blinked at his question, not knowing what to say.

"You mean the train incident?" You trekked, not sure to what he was alluding. "I was distracted and missed my stop so the train continued on it's journey."

"What are you saying?" It was the man on the other end of the room who spoke. Lady Mariko told you he was Toranaga's right-hand man, Hiromatsu. "Speak plainly."

Breathing out through your nose, you collected yourself. Opening your mouth to speak, you were cut off by the old man. "Are you an assassin sent by Ishidō?" He accuses.

"No."

"A spy?"

Your eyes bulged at the mere thought of doing that. "Jesus Christ. No!"

"Then explain this weapon." Toranaga placed your phone in front of him. "One of my Koshō took it from your bag and it's light burned his eyes."

Mouth agape, you couldn't fandom the craziness of this situation. What hell did I step into? You wondered inwardly.

"That's because he turned it on. Don't you know what a phone is?"

Toranaga and Hiromatsu stared at you as if you had grown two heads. You hated that it made you look stupid, in front of these serious-looking men. It reminded you of your years in college and some classmates never thought you would make it as a lawyer because you were too sensitive.

Seeing this was going no where, you played along with their game. Method actors, you reasoned with yourself. Perhaps you are in a movie set, set in feudal Japan ... based on their clothing and the extraordinary built set.

Surprisingly, they came to a conclusion and believed you. Toranaga allowed a roof over your head as a guest in his Edo castle until he figured out what he should do with you. You felt like a burden to him and you hated that.

Adjusting for you wasn't so much of a problem. You had a great teacher. Lady Mariko was very patient with you and explained everything you needed to know, that coupled with you were a fast learner, took you farther.

However, in some places you felt restricted. Like the many layers you had to carry when you wear your kimono, or the way you had to shuffle your feet all the time when you walked. Sometimes when you made sure no one was around you, you walked the normal way you did. Screw grace and elegance .. at certain times, that is.

Thankfully you would be going home pretty soon. Toranaga and his entourage were marching to Edo, present day Tokyo.

The lord's brows furrowed as he silently watched you raise your arm in different directions, clutching your magic box in your palm. Muttering something about 'no reception' in a groan.

You were a strange thing. But tolerable.

Upon arriving in Edo, you stopped on your tracks, no longer trailing behind the foot soldiers. He wondered what shocked you...

Continuing to observe your body language, you were now keeping to yourself as your eyes scanned the still thriving city of Edo.

A few days went by as Nagakado's funeral arrived all too quickly and he was staying within the walls of his castle, intent on having time to himself to process these emotions on his own. From afar, he gazed at the smoke drawing up to the sky - the fire that would turn his son's remains into ashes. He needed to distract his thoughts before grief took over. Weakness was never an option.

However, he's mind kept coming back to you. The lord noticed he rarely saw you. He began taking note of your routine. On most occasions, you spent your time in the gardens or by the pond. One time he caught you drawing something on the sand, and the gardener fumed at his ruined work.

Upon inquiry, you told him you drew what you explained as a stickman in an aeroplane, flying back to his home. You missed home ... yet you said Edo was your home. That confused him tremendously.

Requesting a maidservant to invite you to dine with him. Toranaga raised his brows upon receiving the response. "My Lord, she declined your invitation."

Nodding, the maid took her departure. Letting out a breath, he humbly sought you out.

The maids were flocking around you with towels in their hands, lecturing your ear off but you heard nothing. You weren't thinking straight as you sat under the rain. Perhaps a part of you was trying to reach God somehow by asking to end this dreadful nightmare. Reality hit you like a bus, the days were moving and you slowly came into realization that you were stuck, in the past.

Thoughts about your parents and family invaded Would they miss you too much? Would they think you were dead if they searched high and low and couldn't find your body? You began to recalling your grandmother's funeral .. all those sorrowful faces looking up at you, voices giving you and your family condolences. Would that be the same for you as well?

You were unable fathom why .. why this happened to you?

Was this to be your reality?

Drowning in your depressive thoughts, you hadn't noticed Lord Toranaga enter the threshold of your room, requesting the maids to leave you both.

Advancing towards you, he stood in front of you with furrowed brows confusion. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not going home, am I?" My bottom lip trembled as your heart swelled, feeling tears fill up your eyes.

Feeling a warm finger under your chin, he brought your eyes to meet his. A warm smile settled on his lips. "I do not know how or what brought you here, Y/N. But everyone has a fate, perhaps being here is your fate."

You blinked away the tears, sniffling lightly. "But..but why?" Hot tears fell down your cheeks. "My life was just beginning, I was starting to make my parents proud of me, I was starting to find my footing in my career... There is nothing for me here."

As much as you wanted to appear strong all the time, you broke down. Everything you've ever worked hard for is gone and now you were forced to start life anew, in a time not of your own, with new people.

When she sobbed, Toranaga's body went froze, not knowing what to do. He wasn't accustomed to a woman crying in front of him, most woman he knew had learned to stiffen their lips and march on with their pain carefully hidden away.

Hesitantly, he brought you in an embrace, shocking himself as well. But was relieved as you didn't pull away, deciding to lay your head on his chest.

Not knowing how to comfort her any further, he decided to just listen. Inviting her to dine with him in his private quarters and just listened to how she grew up in the year 21st century.

Toranaga had found you infuriating at first.

You were a disagreeable woman with a sharp tongue and quick-witted mind. And he almost lost his words around you. Almost, being the key word. Brazen, just like his son and everyone else in his circle, you wanted him to fight.

He didn't know if you were stupid or too bold for your own good. Such matters needed to be handled tactically, that's what he told you one night as you dined together, getting to know you better. In hope of steering your mind away from the conversation.

And then you told him of your position as a lawyer.

Toranaga appreciate your willingness to fight for people you personally did not know, whom you addressed as 'clients'. He liked your spirit of having to give someone else a voice to speak their thoughts aloud, maybe that's what made you so fearless.

Daresay he wanted to believe you. That you came from the distant future. A world so extraordinary with tall buildings that reached for the heavens, flying steel dragons that flew across the sky from one country the other, horseless carriages that cruised through the streets. Such a world was out of his imagination.

That was when you showed him your rectangle magic box that glows brilliantly with a switch of a button, which stored countless moments in time called 'pictures'.

It stored pictures of you and the people closest to you in life. Places you've been to, your achievements. Every picture had a story. Most them were of you goofing around and you giggled at those, showing him a part of your character, a carefree soul. That was when he started believing you. This truth was solidified after he asked and you told him of growing up in a unified Japan. Toranaga gleamed softly. For he too wished to live in that reality with no wars, losses and betrayals.

Your reality seemed like a tranquil heaven he wished to bask and his heart shattered when he saw that look in your eyes when you finish telling him of your home. It was like a tide going out and it went out slowly... how he desperately wanted he could stop it surprised him.

You told him of how Japan was so beautifully broken. Your words were like a melodic poem to his ears. Narrating of the cycles earthquakes and hurricanes that destroy homes, the losses. Yet everytime, there still is that slight strength to keep standing up defiantly, rebuilding what was once broken. "That's what makes Japan unique," you told him.

That was something you both agreed on.

Daresay, he found himself distracted by you at times. Him of all people, distracted by a woman, no less. That was unheard of. Such feelings were hazardous ... but he was audacious enough to act on them one morning he made up his mind.

Toranaga found you standing on the engawa, overlooking the serenely pitter pattering rain.

It was like you sensed his presence because your body never stiffened this time when you both crossed each other. You were relaxed and just like at last night's dinner, you were free to speak your thoughts without hesitation.

"I've given myself time to think about it, what you said." A sigh escaped your slightly parted lips and they settled in a serene thin line which was half a smile. "It's not so bad when you get used to it."

Honestly, you began to think this whole thing was a vacation. A long needed vacation - you would adjust. Maybe you're starting to, maybe it'll take some time.

Peering up at the Lord, you saw what you could make out as a soft smile. It wasn't all the way to his eyes - perhaps one day you would have the pleasure to see that miracle. "I have given myself time to think, as well." He shifted to observe the garden and his brows furrowed in the slightest, as if contemplating his words. "I want you by my side."

"As what?" You quarried. "If you want to know the details of what happens in Japan's history, I don't know Jack shit, I'm sorry."

Toranaga chuckles. "Fate has many things fixed for us as a people. The heavens would have sent you anywhere in Japan but they brought you to my path ... And I'd be honored to have you by my side."

It was a lie. You knew exactly what happens in Japan's history. What kind of person does not know their country's history? You always stood by the law. The laws of physics, the laws of science, the natural law. It wouldn't hurt to break the laws of time travel, would it?

If these feelings were true and they ran deeper than what you ancipated ... you would help him win this war, so that you sustain the head on your shoulders and stay by his side.

Giving him a brilliant smile to his earnest words, you reply. "I'd be honored to be by your side, too."

There were many preparations Toranaga needed to settle for the next days to come, and today he would go to his son's final place. And thank him. Both he and his trusted friend, Hiromatsu.

And then ... Crimson Sky would commence.

But for now, he drank delight in this peaceful reprieve, observing the nostalgic drizzle of the rain with you by his side.

#shōgun 2024 #fx shogun #Toranaga x female reader #yoshii toranaga

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meguwumibear · 13 days

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small writing warm up: also a continuation of this

You do make it out of the narrow alleyway, one hair-raising, ear-splitting scratch and scrape at a time.

The man you’ve accidentally abducted seems amused by your actions. Though he’d chided you for them earlier, he failed to produce an alternative solution to dislodge the car. The damage to the driver’s side door is extensive, but judging by the man’s clothing and accessories, he can afford to replace it.

You shimmy your way out of the car, planning to disappear among the throng of people that have gathered around to shop and eat and chat and fuck. This street is always packed with people this time of night. It’s why you chose it. There’s nothing you like more than a crowd large enough to be anonymous in.

What you don’t expect is the mysterious man to follow you out of the vehicle. He doesn’t say anything at first, so you assume the two of you are just coincidentally heading the same way, however after a few blocks it becomes obvious he’s tailing you.

You bring yourself to a stop, turning to face him.

“We traveling companions now or something?” you demand.

He blinks at you, a frown tugging at his bottom lip, “I don’t know where I am or how to get home.”

And that, that simply cannot be true. The dude looks like he’s pushing thirty. Where are his street smarts? His common sense? His survival instinct?

“Not my problem. Use your GPS. Subway station’s that way,” you add, gesturing vaguely to your right.

“I don’t have one,” he says plainly. “Didn’t think I’d need it.”

You let out an exacerbated sigh and jam your fingers into your temples to stave off an impending migraine.

“I know you have a phone on you. Your goons called you like five minutes ago. There should be an app on the phone you can use as a map.”

“It’s a burner. Its only function is to send and receive calls.”

Of fucking course.

“There’s like a million street signs. Pick one and send them your address. I’m sure your white knights will be here to rescue you in no time, princess.”

The man properly pouts now, an expression unbecoming of his stature. His dopey eyes and puckering lips make him look like a kicked fucking dog. A pretty kicked dog. Like a purebred or some shit, but a kicked dog all the same.

“I don’t like to be called that,” he deadpans, “and, anyway, they can’t come get me. You stole their car.”

This dude’s as thick as they get.

“You look like you come from a family full of lush cars that sit idling in a garage somewhere. I’m sure daddy dearest can spare a second car to rescue his precious son.”

He cocks his head to the side, considering you. “You’d really leave me here? Alone? It’s your fault I’m stranded in the first place. The least you could do is see I get home safely. If you’re worried about your own, you have my word no harm will come to you.”

“Look, dude, this has been fun and all, but I’m confident you can take care of yourself so drop the wounded animal act. Of the two of us only one is packing a-”

A cool, smooth hand slaps itself over your mouth while the man uses his body weight to push your back flush against the grimy brick wall of the ramen shop you’ve stopped outside of. Your biting words die easily in your mouth as your throat dries up.

When the man speaks, it’s as calm as ever, despite his outburst, “I’d appreciate if you could keep that bit of knowledge between the two of us. Tools like that aren’t exactly legal and I’d hate to have to use it.”

Unable to form words, you nod at him, hoping he understands what the movement is meant to convey. You figure you’ve got a 50/50 shot of him interpreting the motion accurately given his communication track record thus far.

A sharp, piercing gaze holds your own for a moment longer, then his hand falls away.

“I live in Musutafu. I’m not sure how far that is from here. You seem familiar with the subway system. Lead the way.”

You suck down a steadying deep breath. There’s a part of you that’s frightened of this dangerous stranger you’ve managed to saddle yourself with. You mostly just feel pissed. You consider your options, remembering an old platitude your mother used to sigh whenever you were in a rage: better to be pissed off that pissed on.

“Hope you’ve got cash,” you acquiesce. “I’m not shelling out for your subway fare.”

#shouto x reader #shouto x you #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x you

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unicorncornflakes · 1 year

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 1

Prologue | Next Chapter

Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family... and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions... let alone about the wedding...

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 2.9K

“Rhaenyra told me that today is your Dress Fitting” Daemon was still playing with his squeeze ball. You wondered why he has one. It wasn't like he could stress about anything. He gave you a sidelong glance with a terrible smirk. He continued playing with the toy, squeezed it one again before leaved it on the table. You have worked for him during the last three years, in the same moment that you started to date Jace. And you really knew when something crossed his head. And that time was going to be one of those times he wanted to be like a father for you. After your premature parents’ passing, he softness with you. It was an easier work then, but not fair if you compared yourself with the rest of the workers. However, Daemon didn’t care about what the others said, and you continued with your privileges in that editorial.

“Yeah, today It is” You smiled looking down. Your hands wrapped your bag just ready to leaving after a long day of job. You were a publisher at Daemon´s editorial. After you finished your degree in High Valyrian philology, you started to work there by Jace´s recommendation. It was a good job and it that moment you were revising a manuscript written by Daemon himself. For that reason, you spent most of your working day with him. However, you knew that he didn’t need a publisher for that. He was the senior editor. It was only a way for him to teach you the functions of his role there. He never said it out aloud, but, and only maybe, he wanted to allow his place to you in the correct moment. “I will pick this and I will continue at home” You smiled at him, catching the big manuscript.

“You don’t look excited” He commented, starting to play with his chair. You looked at him confused “By your Dress Fitting, I mean” He reclined in his chair. His condescended tone always affected your nerves. Your gaze met his; he knew in that moment that everything was not as fine as usual.

“Oh! Of course I am! It´s just a have a lot of work and…” You exclaimed, but your tone didn’t sound convince. You haven’t thought too much about the dress fitting these days. Not since what happened last weekend. Well, actually you only spent your time working and working, just not to thinking. Jace was on a business trip, so you have tried to stay calm. That was all. Your thoughts hardly encountered visions of that night. Well… not really… you tried to pretend that everything was right, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about that guy… And, your brain started just to think about it. And the Dress Fitting didn’t help, You only felt guiltier.

“Really?” He asked raising one eyebrow “I´ve read your last chapter” At least, the topic had been switched. Yeah, the chapter. You had had been writing a book for the last three years. You really loved talk about that, and your last writing was sent as always on the Saturday night to your favorite publisher.

“Did you like it?” You smiled, forgetting all about Jace, that guy, the dress, the wedding… Normally, he never told to you anything about your writings. If he didn’t tell you anything, it was bad, really bad, so the both of you didn’t speak about the matter and you rewrited the chapter again to be sent the next week. It was your play, and you really appreciated that. It was enough living with your old grandmother and her bad mood.

“Yes, actually a lot, much more than the rest of the chapters… Something has changed, right?” He rose from his chair and he served a drink. The whiskey made a little sound when it found the ice in that so expensive glass. He dank it with a sneer “This is a cheap whiskey…”

“I-I…” Words couldn’t leave your lips. No, nothing had changed. Of course not. It was not like you just wrote that chapter after that night, just to stop thinking… Oh, maybe you wrote it after that night. You started to bite your lips, almost eat them… everything was your fault…

“I really liked how much your main character has changed. Before was a regular just guy with a big heart, now is a Cocky bastard who knows what he wants and he gets it” Daemon commented while was watching the now empty bottom glass. Perhaps, the whiskey was cheap, but he never denied one drink.

“I guess” you whispered. Yeah, a cocky bastard, a guy of few words and contained rage, just like…

“Rhaenyra would kill me if she knows that I´m telling you this, but…” Daemon´s voice waked you from your thought. Your eyes met his again, they show a tremendous sadness, mixed with guilty “Keep sleeping with the new one. It will be a great book if you do, much better than before”

“I´m not cheating on Jace” You tried to sound plausible, but that just made Daemon laugh out loud. You blushed so hard.

“Yeah… and I´ve never cheated on Rhaenyra… All of us have little dirty secrets, (Y/N), and if you don’t want to share it is perfect. However, try harder to be discreet” His tone was hard but confident. His laugh stopped and his eyes were on you. He really appreciated you, maybe like none did those days. He had never been a confidant for you, but with the entire wedding situation, he became a friend. At least, he was the only one who didn’t speak about it all the time “Anyways, I really liked it. Right now, I´m thinking to publish it” He said sincerely.

“W-what?” You couldn’t believe what was happening. He wanted to publish it. After years of hard work, he wanted to publish it. Your baby, your dream… For you, the book was more important than the wedding, then everything actually. You never said it out loud, but it was true.

“It´s the first time in three years that I really enjoyed something that you wrote” He walked to the door of his bureau and he turned to see you. It was a way to good bay like usual. Although, that day, it tasted bitter “And Don’t marry Jace, (Y/N). He deserves more, you deserve more. You will not be happy” He sighed while the door was opened “Have a good Dress Fitting” He wished you while you fled from there. You didn´t know what to think about that conversation. Maybe Daemon was as right as Alara.

Aemond rubbed his face jaded and tired. If that stupid power point had another slide, he would kill someone… and there it was another slide. All numbers, all graphics, all this accompanied by the irritating voice of Luke. Aegon was not better than him, looking to the ceiling of the office, ignoring to his nephew.

“So, in conclusion: We are fucked” Aegon made a perfect summary of the situation. Aemond would never told that, but ‘thanks, brother. You summarized all that stupid power point’. He started to laugh like a maniac “Unbelievable”. All the council remained in silence. Aemond get up from his chair and opened the window, he leant on it. “Even Aemond is going to throw himself by the window, and he is the clever one”

“I´m going to smoke” It was his only reply. With a cigarette between his lips, he lit it after he took out his Zippo of his pants pocket. “But, yeah, we are simply fucked” He expelled the smoke quickly, past a deep puff.

“No, if Jace gets the new contract…” Joffrey strated to speak only to be silenced by his older uncle.

“So, Do I have to sell the lamborghini?” Aegon bit his lip anxiously. His younger brother rolled his eye.

“I love your priorities, brother” Aemond patted his shoulder. The one-eye guy looked around to all attendees on that meeting: Luke continued with his slides, looking at his computer screen, Joffrey looked at him with a sneer. Corlys stared at her hands as she fiddled with them on the table, completely ignoring him. Tyland, the treasurer, was counting on a worn piece of paper... Aemond took another drag and blew smoke through his nose, looking at them all arrogantly. “We must to think in a B plan”

“And C, D, E, F…” Aegon added desperately. He was the one who was most concerned, and not for the possible fall of the company, but for the potential loss of his comfortable lifestyle.

“I trust Jace. He will get it. I´m sure” Corlys broke his silence, in a veiled threat to the youngest of the Targaryens present in the room. After all, he was the "grandfather" of those boys.

“We are in this situation because of the perfect and glorious administration of the Strong boys” Aemond informed him. This situation was like always… and he was getting angry about it.

“Velaryons” Corlys corrected him with a grim face.

“Oh, I almost forgot it” Aemond mocked still his cigarette in his lips.

“Faith is wonderful, but now we need something more realistic” Tyland Lannister broke his silence, looking at Corlys. “I suggest we listen to Aemond's proposal”

Aemond looked at them with supremacy and arrogance. It was his moment. But at that precise moment, everything went to shit again. Luke spoke quickly after looking at the screen of his phone "Jace has done it, we have closed the contract" he informed with a smile. All attendees breathed relief. Even Aegon seemed like a different person now, everyone but Aemond. Again, insulted and beaten by those brats.

“Perfect, let´s to have lunch, I´m starving” Aegon said happily leaving the office in a quick movement. Corlys and other assitans approached Luke and Joffrey to speak with them. And Aemond was forgotten newly. He only sighed.

“You know that this is not the final solution” Tyland whispered him while he was picking all his calculus books up. “We have to think long term”

“Well, it looks like it doesn’t matter” Aemond mouthed.

“Can we go to lunch tomorrow? We will be able to speak up…” Tyland asked him… and He only nodded.

“Just text me the place and hour” Aemond whispered in a arrogant tone, and left the room. He had had enough of those assholes for one day.

He looked out the large window of his office. It had been a shitty week, and the city remained unalterable. The same sky, the same fucking perfect frame… like an ideal movie, where everything ends great. But, this was not the same situation for Aemond. He stood in front of the window, arms behind his back. Discipline was everything, and yet the strong boys got it all done without it. He only felt anger in that moment; however, his face was stoic. This whole situation about the bankruptcy of the family business was bringing him upside down. The new contract was just a bandage for a wound that was bleeding her dry. He had to do something. But, a small part of his mind reminded him of the girl from the bar. He regretted that she hadn't sucked him off with those pretty red lips. He regretted not messing with her in the shower, maybe that way she wouldn't have seen that bloody message that made her get out of. He regretted that she had not even wanted his number…

“Mom is going to text you” Aegon´s voice snapped him back to reality. Aemond turned to see Aegon hastily opening the door, closing it with a loud slam behind him. His older brother sited in the chair in front of his office desk. He started to typing really fast in his phone “If she asks you, I have a really busy afternoon at the office” He lied.

“Of course, working hard in some important project in between the legs of one of your whores” Aemond said jaded while he took the seat in front his brother, in his elegant leather chair. “How hard you work!” he exclaimed wryly “What mother wants now?”

“Well, now it´s your problem” Aegon killed himself laughing, waiting the reaction of Aemond for the petition of their mother. His younger brother picked up his phone, which had been remained in the table. At that moment, Aemond opened his one remaining eye in disbelief. One could see how his pupil had shrunk at what he was reading on his phone screen. Aegon couldn't stop laughing, “So… enjoy your wonderful afternoon”

“She must be joking” Aemond muttered to himself, looking for a good excuse in his mind.

“When have you seen mom joking, Aemond?” Aegon replied to the incredulity face of his brother “Daeron has to study, Helaena is not at the city, and I have a lot of work… There is only one available option” He raised his eyebrows with a sly smile. “What she is saying?” he asked trying to read his brother’s screen.

Aemond chuckled “That she knows that I have read the last message. Daeron explained her how works the blue check… Damnit…” He looked at Aegon who can´t help but laughing.

“I will punch Daeron when I arrive home, don´t you worry” he continued smiling like a maniac.

“But, is this true?” Aemond asked, picking his bridge nose with his thumb and his index. Her mother truly was asking him that…

“A Dress Fitting is something really serious, Aemond” Aegon pretended a serious sign in his face, and the he laughed again. Aemond looked at his brother as if he could kill him. He would have actually killed him if he could... Why was it his turn to go to that piece of shit? He was beginning to think that the universe wanted to make fun of him “When you come back, just tell me if she is ugly. If she sleeps with Jace, she can't be very pretty” Aegon stretched out lazily in his chair.

Her mother continued text him. That day Cole couldn't be her driver, his father had decided to go see some friends, and the bodyguard had accompanied him, leaving Alicent without a driver. That day was Jace's fiancée's dress fitting and Alicent wanted to go, in an attempt to win back her friendship with Rhaenyra. And where did Aemond fit into all this? Well, Alicent would go there with Rhaenyra, but then she couldn't bring her home... so "the best one of her children", just as her mother wrote, would go for her once she went to finish the test. Besides, Alicent didn't even ask anymore, it just sounded like an order. It was what Aemond had received after three refusals from his brothers to his mother. He pursed his lips and all he have could type was ‘OK’. ‘And please, try to be nice with OUR family. Love you’ Her mother text him after his reply. He didn´t text her back, only He left the phone at the table again. All his response was “Hmm”.

Aegon knew him, he was going to explode, but he was trying to contain a bigger rage. “I don´t envy you” Aegon looked away from his brother´s gaze. He got up from the chair, a sad smile painted in his face. Aegon and Aemond weren´t the best brothers in the world, but he knew what was happening in his younger brother´s head. He really hated their nephews…And it was understandable: Luke had attacked him as a child, leaving him without one of his eyes, his parents had not denounced him for the good of the 'family', and then there was Jace, who had taken the position within the company for the one Aemond had fought for all his life. Aemond felt like something broken within that set, while the people who had damaged him went on with their lives as if nothing had happened.

“I will tell you if she is ugly. I´m sure that she is” He sneered, lying on his chair. That was his Aemond again. An impertinent smile, a fake self-confidence, a huge ego… his lips curled in a sign of disdain…

“Of course, who if not is going to enjoy that Bastard?” Aegon took a look on his brother. Something was wrong. Aegon knew nothing about the romantic life of his brother but… He has a different gaze, like when he was at high school and started dating Alys. Aegon never was a great brother but in that moment looked to his feet… “Are you seeing someone?” He asked shrugging.

“Why?” Aemond looked at him in disbelief.

“You look pissed off” he replied, as he approached the door. “I will give an advice: Don´t let her play with you, because I know you” It was all, no more words; no need more information, no more brotherly love… He closed the door behind him.

Aemond stared across the window again. His stoic face changed to a shy smile. No, he didn´t know your name, But if asshole Jace was getting married, you'd accompany him to the wedding, wear red, draw all eyes, and he'd be the luckiest man alive… As for Jace's fiancée, that girl was going to find out who’s was he. He had set out to make her cry at her own dress fitting.

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Hello, can I request for a sad onesot of draco x reader where the reader is dying and only has few days to live and draco tries to look happy for her even though he knows that he’s going to lose the love of his life forever?

LOSING YOU

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Losing someone is hard. Be it a member of your family, a friend, a pet, an acquaintance.

But knowing you are going to lose the love of your life is a whole other kind of pain.

Draco knew that better than anyone.

You had been together ever since the Yule Ball in your 4th year, your relationship growing into the most beautiful and intense connection either of you had felt with anyone in your life.

Draco treated you like a queen and was the very definition of what a perfect boyfriend had to be like.

And yet, your happiness was always overshadowed by something. A virus, a variable which threatened your relationship on a daily basis.

Your illness.

Nobody knew what the illness was, or what were the triggers for it or anything. It was a mystery that nobody could solve. Not the best wizard, not the most skilled healer from St. Mungo's or any other wizarding trick.

There was no cure.

Despite this, you lived your life to the fullest, knowing that your time in this world was limited and could be cut short at any given time.

Your boyfriend was exactly the opposite. He believed you should be resting at all times, you shouldn't exert yourself and get tired, you weren't allowed to do much effort, he was treating you like a porcelain doll he was afraid would break so easily.

You didn't mind it, knowing it was just the fear in him acting out. You felt guilty that you were doing this to Draco, leaving him in the time when he needed you the most and your life together was just supposed to start.

At your last visit to your regular healer, you received the news that your illness was now progressing rapidly and you would soon be leaving this world behind. To say that the news completely broke both you and Draco would be an understatement.

You thought you had prepared yourself for this moment, but hearing that your time had finally expired was bringing a whole new meaning to everything.

Draco was devastated. He couldn't even find the words to process everything, he was just shocked and numb at the same time. He wanted to be strong for you, wanted to put on a brace façade so he wouldn't add to your stress and pain, but after all these years together, you could read him like an open book.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you had asked him that same evening while you were sitting in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor.

His family had invited you to stay with them during summer break, which you immediately agreed to.

"Talk about what?" he was trying not to look at you because he knew he would immediately burst into tears.

"You know what, don't make me say it" you whispered, this conversation being as hard for you as it was for him.

He sighed and put his head in his hands, still facing away from you.

You shuffled closer to him and put your arms around his shoulders, bringing him into your body. The moment he felt your touch he completely broke down, clinging to your body like his life depended on it.

You held him tightly, whispering sweet nothings in his ear to help calm him down. Seeing him so broken and sad was tearing you apart, especially because you knew you were the cause of it.

"I just can't lose you" he mumbled once he managed to calm down and slightly pulled away from you to be able to look at your face, but still staying in your embrace.

"I know, honey, I know. This is not easy for me either, you know?" you said, stroking his cheek and wiping the tears that were still falling from his beautiful eyes.

"How am I supposed to do this without you? I don't even know how to function without you by my side" the way his eyes gazed into yours with all the love he had for you, but so much pain at the same time, was wrecking you.

"You're going to be okay. You're going to mourn me for a while and then move on with your life. I don't want you to spend your entire future in mourning, love" you said, caressing the back of his head.

He sniffed and shook his head.

"I won't move on. I can't even imagine being with anyone else" he was determined, which made you smile sadly at him.

"Honey, your biggest dream in life is to have a family. How are you going to achieve that if you don't find yourself a wife?" your tone had a slight joking tone to it, in hopes to lighten the somber mood.

"I don't know, but it's not fair that I should be happy without having you by my side. Are you sure there is nothing that we can do?" he had been grasping at straws ever since you got the news, burying his nose in every medical book he could get his hands on.

You smiled sadly and shook your head.

"No, my love. This is it" Draco sighed and buried his head in your neck, his sobs now turned to quiet sniffles.

It was silent between the two of you for a good 10 minutes, neither of you knowing what to say anymore.

"You're going to be okay, my love. I'll be watching over you and I'll be right next to you in every step" you whispered, planting kisses on the side of his head.

You might not have much time left with Draco, but you were going to make sure you make the most out of what you have left.

And you were going to make sure Draco will be okay without you.

He had to.

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eclectic-sassycoweyes · 15 days

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🌵📚🦋 please <3

Hi Michelle! Thank you!! (Writer’s Truth or Dare Ask Game)

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

Okay so I won’t be linking to my playlists bc I don’t want to share my full name on a post for everybody to see and connect to my blog hehe but! I am quite fond of my playlists, so what I will do is share 5 songs from my recently most listened to playlists!

Travel Rhythms:

Cruisin’ by Smokey Robinson

On the Road Again by Canned Heat

Ship of Fools by The Doors (as I’ve probably mentioned too many times my recent travels was mainly on a sailing boat so I thought I was being quite funny with this one lol)

Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin

California Soul by Marlena Shaw

Calm Playlist (overlaps by a Playlisr directly translated to ‘Calm and Yoga Without Sadness lol and Calm Travel Rhythms):

Kathy’s Song by Eva Cassidy

Myth by Beach House

Manhattan by Cat Power

Boxing Day Blues by Courtney Barnett

VCR by The XX

Dancing Playlist 🕺

Ain’t Nobody by Chaka Khan

Somebody Else’s Guy by Jocelyn Brown

Strong Enough by Cher

The Rhythm of the Night by Corona

You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) by Sylvester

Relight My Fire by Dan Hartman

Psycho Killer by Talking Heads

It’s Raining Men by The Weather Girls

American Boy by Estelle

We Are Family by The Sister Sledge

What a Diff’rence a Day Makes by Esther Phillips

Family Affair by Mary J. Blige

.. Oops I kept going 🫣 I miss dancing, I have not done it enough in the last yeah so I got lost in my playlist heheh

Ahahahha that was not a correct answer to this question but those are all features in my playlists so if you added them all together I guess you’d have one playlist with very mixed moods lol

Also sorry to go overboard, I was the kid whose friends never let me be the one to control the music so when I get the chance to share from my playlists…

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I’ve opened and moved my notes around today and I was up too late last night so I’m actually not sure which was the last so here are 3 options:

1) That @lemonlyman-dotcom’s fic Love Of My Life ..Pain In My Ass! Should go in the not yet established Hall Of Fame of TK Strand Shenanigan/TK being the greatest adventure of Carlos’ life - centered fics!

And 2) quotes from @strandnreyes’s new fic all is not lost as well as that Jen is the true master of Married Tarlos Fics Now Turned Canon

- both in preparation of forming coherent ways of drizzling them with the love I feel for them in the comments, which I struggle with due to a brain that is 90% air moving around sometimes when I try to concentrate

(For Jen and Lemon, even though I don’t have that much reach in the fandom, links and mentions are intended to function as fic and author recs and not ways to get your attention btw🫣🫣)

And 3) the sentence “I’m gonna come” from a fic I’m working on that was supposed to be crack but has turned into mostly filth, introspection, sexual headcanons and a smidge of angst 🙃🙃

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Soo many things!!

1) I need me a place to live in the city that I’m supposed to resume my studies in, in the fall - and I need to not live with my parents anymore, as I’ve been doing temporarily between travels to not have an empty studio to pay rent to, even though I love them.. I need my young-person independent life back!! I need alone time, to go out dancing, have my own structure, and to start dating again lol.

2) my friends are sailing their boat home from Florida and they need help and I want to so badly, but everything in my life is so unset so I can’t make a decision.. also I can’t find out if I’m too afraid to cross the Atlantic Ocean in a 51 foot sailing boat 🫣🌊 They’re departing on the 27th so I’m feeling the pressure of needing to make a decision.

3) Fandom has been a lot on my mind lately! Though fandom has been part of my life for many many years, I have been mostly lurking until some few years ago. But even then, I have switched from one fandom that sort of dwindled over to LS, and getting into that has been interrupted by Life and Studies and Travels. It means a lot to me to enter into fandom and make it part of my life and free time to actually spend time on that interest, and create and interact bc I really love it. But it being kind of new also means I haven’t found the right balance yet (it doesn’t help that I’m living at my parents’ and are not fully able to structure my own time or have quiet alone time other than late at night) and I’m still treading carefully and overthinking a bit about how to interact and what are the lingo and unspoken rules and how does the making friends and so on work bc I don’t have a lot of experience with internet relations. In real life I usually find people and over share with them and then they over share with me and then we know each other and how to be and you can read from tone or face if you’re stepping over some line or pushing some wrong button and you can talk about it without having to make it a big thing by basically sending an email with an ‘Am I being annoying’ hehehe🙃

I loove fandom, this one in particular ! - not only are you all so talented but I’ve fallen into this bubble of incredibly nice and funny and level-headed people and Tarlos + all the other characters and all the rep (nuanced queer characters arghhgr) and love (canon soulmates arggshg) and sexiness and silliness gives me so much joy so that’s mostly why it’s on my mind, but definitely the learning to navigate both within fandom and in relation to Life is a big part of it!

Thank you again Michelle lol if you even made it this far, SORRY I can not be short and concise, it has turned out to be impossible.:) happy whatever day it is where you are! (Here it just turned Wednesday)☺️🌼

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