#i really really need to watch his lives or at least have them in the background

[lets-try-some-writing]

Smokescreen angst where he missed Alpha Trion >:).

Coming right up anon! Yall really like seeing my boy Smokey go though The Horrors don't you? Maybe I need to right a horror one shot with him since I've done Bee.

You know what? Imma link this to the previous Smokey angst. Lets make an AU for it. Previous part here.

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The night was longer on Earth. At least, it felt long to Smokescreen when he stood guard.

He hadn't actually been ordered to stand guard, but Smokescreen had taken the job upon himself after arriving on the world of dust and dirt he now found himself walking. Waiting in position was familiar, and comforting. Especially since late at night, he often got the chance to perform his familiar duty of shadowing the Archivist.

"Smokescreen." The Archivist regarded him simply. Smokescreen took that as his cue to join him in his walk to the console. The dim light of the device was soothing in the quiet atmosphere of the base, especially as the Archivist stepped up to his place and sighed. It was deep and tired, the Archivist's vents long worn from millennia of functionality. Smokescreen smiled at the familiarity, especially as the Archivist began to type with speed reserved for those raised within the halls of Iacon's most prestigious institute.

He would have loved to mingle with the Archivist and his fellows back during the golden age. Sure, it had it's problems, but it was a time of learning and change. It was a time and a world he never had the chance to know. In a way, he envied the Archivist for having had the opportunity to live an arguably normal life before the war began in earnest.

He settled himself a few feet away from the console to watch the Archivist and ensure nothing happened to him during his work. His fans slowed and he stood with his arms hung loosely by his side. Before his change of scenery, the Archivist would normally assign him a datapad to read.

He had no such luxuries in his new station.

Still, in the quiet it was easy to forget and imagine that shelves filled with datapads surrounded him as he watched the Archivist work. The tapping of digits on the console, the faint green glow of the device, and the periodical tick of a file completed were all easy for Smokescreen to lose himself in as he stood at attention.

Time passed, and as it did, he found himself longing to request permission to go read something from the fiction section. Conquests and old wars. Heroes and Primes long dead. He always loved those stories. Maybe if he asked kindly, the Archivist would let him wander off for a bit. He looked busy, and his features were largely obscured due to the way the light hit him. Surely he wouldn't notice if Smokescreen fell into a good story for a while. The night was long, and a datapad would keep his tired optics from shuttering until he was released from his watch.

"Hey, Trion, could I read something in the historical section for a bit? It's hard to stay awake standing around like this." He rubbed around his optics, hoping the touch would force his vision to focus. Through blurred optics, the Archivist's plating shone a familiar purple. But as the Archivist turned from his work in confusion and began to approach, Smokescreen saw for the first time that night just who he was looking at.

The Archivist turned Prime. Red and blue bound together in firm plating designed for war and conflict. Bright blue optics that shared the same wisdom as the Archivist Smokescreen was used to serving. Powerful arms and long thin digits perfectly sculpted for handling delicate data.

This Archivist was not Alpha Trion.

"I'm sorry! I got confused for a minute..." He trailed off as those optics met his. The Prime said nothing for a moment. It was a suffocating silence as both of them seemed to stew in the maelstrom of memory that came from their respective times in the Iaconian Archives.

They came from different eras, but they shared one thing in common.

Alpha Trion.

Sweet Primus, he hadn't realized just how much he missed the quiet of the Archives or the thoughtful mumbles of the Master Archivist.

"There is no shame in missing one who you hold dear." Optimus spoke slowly, almost as if he was forcing his voice to remain steady.

"I too miss my master." The Prime vented deeply, and for a moment, Smokescreen saw a younger mech. Optimus seemed so very pained in the dim light of the console. His optics were wider and more emotive. His field was clamped close like all Iaconians, at least according to the records. Even his posture seemed softer, lacking the air of the firm commander long used to death and destruction.

He looked like a simple data clerk.

For a moment, his expression mimicked Smokescreen's.

"He taught me a lot... I miss hearing him ramble on about everything under Luna 1." He found himself opening up as Optimus's field crept around his own, pulling him in. Before he knew it, his frame moved of its own accord until he was only a foot or two away from the towering Prime.

"Alpha Trion was fond of the old tales. I spent many long nights reading accounts from the last generation to have lived before the Quintessons arrived." Optimus stared at the console as his optics cycled wide. He seemed lost in memory as he smiled softly.

"My master was not pleased to see me engrossed in something other than my work." The Prime's digits hovered over the console keyboard, almost in a contemplative manner. Smokescreen found his field opening on instinct. He couldn't help but the sense of companionship that flared in his spark as he watched the mighty Prime speak so freely to him.

"I get that. Trion caught me with my face stuck in a novel all the time." He admitted his own guilt with a quiet laugh. Optimus raised an optical ridge in surprise, but he otherwise remained unreactive. His field rippled in comforting waves, washing Smokescreen's worries away as the Prime questioned him.

"You read novels?"

"Yeah, uh, I like historical fiction." He rubbed the back of his neck guard guiltily.

"Primes, heroes, great champions and all that. I don't think Trion approved of my choice of literature." He fiddled with his digits, unable to meet Optimus's optics. All those vorns in the Archive, wasted reading silly novels. He really should have taken more care back then. But he wouldn't have traded the passing moments he shared with Alpha Trion for anything.

"He never stopped me reading while I was supposed to be on watch, but he did snatch my novel and give me more suitable material a lot." He remembered vividly the way the Master Archivist would sigh and take away the novel he was reading when on duty. Generally speaking, what he was given in return didn't peak his interest. But whatever he read, he remembered. Maybe because the Master Archivist tended to stare daggers at him when he was caught trying to reach for a novel after being caught.

It was a fond memory for him. He didn't expect Optimus to laugh so boldly as he processed what Smokescreen had said.

"That sounds like my master." The Prime smiled wide, and Smokescreen could see the sincerity in his optics as he did so. It stunned him to see such emotion on the normally stoic Prime.

"I cannot count the number of times he shut down the datanet in my sector when he caught me speaking to Megatronus. He always told me that my actions were dangerous and that strangers should not be trusted." Optimus's laughter died off as he reminisced. Smokescreen could hardly comprehend the very idea of Optimus being young and chatting with strangers on the datanet like it was the greatest sin a mech could commit. And yet as he looked at Optimus, he could imagine the Archivist looking around warily before frantically swapping tabs to send a swift message.

He could just as easily imagine Alpha Trion appearing out of the blue to press the power button. Smokescreen had been on the receiving end of such treatment before. Yet another experience they shared.

"He cared deeply for each of his students." Optimus's voice was soft, wistful. Smokescreen's spark panged in loss. Optimus really was the perfect student. He could imagine how much Alpha Trion cared for the Prime. Sure, he'd done some things in his youth, but he was wise, powerful, and more knowledgeable than half the Autobots combined. How could he not be Alpha Trion's favorite?

"I bet he really cared about you. After all, you did become Prime." His tone was more bitter than anticipated. He was going to apologize, but a firm servo on his shoulder stopped him before he could.

"Do not sell yourself short, Smokescreen. I can tell my master cared for you as well." A smile greeted him, and Smokescreen remained stunned as the Prime leaned down to mostly match his height.

"The ease in which you carry yourself, the knowledge you possess, and the fondness in your tone tells me that he treated you kindly." The Prime's field wrapped around him warmly, like a hug from the gentlest of giants. Tears gathered in his optics against his will as the Prime met his gaze with understanding.

"Our master did not offer his affection easily." His venting hitched as he registered Optimus's words. The Prime brought him in for a hug as sobs overcame him. To know that Alpha Trion cared? It eased an ache he didn't know he suffered from.

He missed the Master Archivist. He missed the quiet moments they shared and the reprimands he received for slacking off. He regretted being unable to save him, for both his and Optimus's sake.

By the time he calmed, Optimus had been humming a soft tune for a while. It felt familiar, likely from the Archive. He appreciated it.

"I still carry a few novels in my hab. If you would like them, I will give them to you." The offer came gently as Optimus pulled away. He Prime kept his servo on Smokescreen's shoulder, guiding him toward the hallway leading back to the team's habs. Smokescreen could break away if he wished, but the offer was there, and he found himself eager to follow the Prime as Optimus edged in the direction of the hall.

"You read novels too?" He could hardly believe it, and yet based on what he now knew about the Prime, it seemed in character for him to indulge in stories rather than documents cycle in and cycle out. Every mech needed a chance to unwind, even Primes.

"You are not the first student that Alpha Trion had to steal unregistered reading material from." Optimus smiled again, and this time, Smokescreen smiled with him as he followed the Prime dutifully. Their fields mingled in a companionable way and he relished in the joy of being with a fellow student of Alpha Trion, no matter how great the age difference.

"I have a small collection of works I saved from the datanet before it fell apart. One of my favorite series is amongst my small collection." Optimus's voice was filled with joy as he walked the halls, Smokescreen at his right side taking long strides to keep up.

"What's it called?" He asked, eagerness filling his field. How long had it been since he'd read a novel? He was sure that it had been a few centuries at least, even if most of that time was spent in stasis.

"Sunburst, Explorer of Crystal City." The Prime seemed truly excited to share his work as he entered his hab and pulled a box out from under his berth. Smokescreen hovered around, watching as the box was placed on the hard surface and its contents revealed. There were at least a dozen scuffed up datapads all arranged in alphabetical order just like Alpha Trion always preferred his work to be organized.

"Historical fiction?" He guessed hopefully. Optimus smiled knowingly as he pulled out what Smokescreen could only assume was the first datapad in the series.

"Yes. It is written from the perspective of a scientist attempting to find old relics within the abandoned city of the Primes. It is quite a fascinating read. I think you may enjoy it." The datapad was pressed into his waiting servos, and Smokescreen did not hesitate to smile as widely as he could. His spark flared in joy at the familiar surface of the datapad, and he didn't feel at all awkward when Optimus pulled him out a chair to sit on.

Optimus felt more like a friend as they sat together, Optimus on his berth and Smokescreen on a chair, both reading novels written in an age without war. There was probably work they could both be doing, but as the night continued on, neither of them made to move. They were content.

And just for a little while, Smokescreen was happy to pretend he was back in the Archive, resting and relaxing with a friend while he waited for Alpha Trion to come snatch his datapad away.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #smokescreen #alpha trion #slight angst #just two students of alpha trion bonding #an older archivist with the younger #enjoying their shared culture together

[modanisgf]

028. A PEARL (WRITTEN)

wc: <1k

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unfortunately for you, you felt so alone on your ‘date’ that you stayed in the rain for a while causing you to wake up sick. you felt horrible that morning, being sick and sad didn’t mix well.

you tried not to cry but you couldn’t help it, you thought you and hanni had finally made amends but apparently you were wrong. who would ever make their girlfriend wait for them at a date?

did hanni even love you?

thoughts about what hanni truly felt for you ran through your mind, until you decided to close your eyes again refusing to look at your phone. you hoped nobody would come by your house, especially not hanni as right now you needed anything but to see the girl’s face. you think you would breakdown in front of her, something she didn’t need to see.

you knew your friends had their concerns for you, but you hoped they’ve known you long enough now to give you some space before checking up. especially when it dealt with love, dating wasn’t easy as an actor nobody wanted to deal with the harsh reality of fame so when you finally found hanni you felt extremely happy.

you thought she would understand your problems, but maybe she just wanted to mess with you. but who really knows? all you could do was lay in your bed, reality setting in as you finally closed your eyes drifting off to a deep sleep.

—

you were awoken by a sudden crash, presumably downstairs. you got up from bed quickly, rushing down your stairs to be met with people in your kitchen.

“riki! you’re so damn loud!” hyein whisper yells, her voice getting softer as she noticed you.

“hi yn..” hyein says, giving you a nervous smile.

“how the hell did you guys get in my house?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“you gave danielle an extra key when she lived here for a bit.” hyein replies, to which you sigh.

“look, i love you guys so much but i really just think now isn’t the time.” you say, your friends looking at you with pity.

their looks did nothing to comfort you, just reminding you how real this situation was. you diverted your attention from them, looking through an open window to see the rain back again. it was like it knew when you were sad, coming back to make you feel even worse everytime.

“well, we made you soup!” danielle says, making you smile a bit.

“thank you guys. i appreciate it.” you say sheepishly, you were embarrassed they had to see you like this.

it had been a long time since you’d been heartbroken like this, only sunoo and danielle knew about your past relationships the two being your friends during it. you felt you could never find peace in love, but you tried to push those feelings aside putting on your best face for your friends especially hyein and riki.

you all went to sit in your living room, hyein turning on a show creating a quiet conversation between your friends. hyein and riki even whisper fighting, making you laugh.

for some reason your laugh comforted your friends, the group smiling whenever you did happy that their presence made you feel at least a bit better. you focused on the show, invested in whatever plot line was being solved now.

your phone was long forgotten, the rest of your friends also having theirs off for the sake of you. little did you all know, hanni wasn’t doing amazing either.

—

hanni couldn’t believe herself, she feel asleep when you wanted her to meet up with you. you weren’t answering her texts, or anything the only thing about you she had was hyein telling her to watch out on twitter, riki commenting and agreeing aswell.

she had to stop herself from tears, why weren’t you answering her? couldn’t you let her explain herself? hanni had never wanted someone more than you, your presence giving her nothing but happiness and peace. she hoped you didn’t think she hated you, but the possibility was strong. maybe you were just taking a quick internet break? the possibilities only ran through her mind at a even more rapid pace as each one passed on, making her feel crazy.

hanni was texting minji in panic, the girl on the other end doing her best to comfort hanni but nothing seemed to work. hanni valued you too much, and she didn’t know what she would do without you. she wanted a future with you, to see you walk down the aisle slowly approaching her with your eyes locked on hers. she wanted you two to have a house together, having a family of two cats and four dogs. okay— maybe she was getting a bit carried away, but the point is hanni had nothing but strong love for you.

she needed to get you back, no matter what she has to do.

your love went too deep for a simple misunderstanding to ruin it all, hanni swore she wouldn’t let it happen.

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a/n— next few chapters might be crazy guys writing sad stuff while emo is NOT a good idea..

#newjeans #newjeans hanni #newjeans smau #newjeans x reader #newjeans hanni x reader #hanni pham x reader #hanni x reader #hanni pham

[gguk-n]

Mission- Cheer up Logan

I've just had a sad dream with Logan in it and I told him how much I love him and how important he is after watching all the shit Williams and Vowles have been doing. I need this to heal myself. I hope it heals everyone rooting for Logan too

Summary- Literal Logan fluff.

Y/N didn't dislike many people and hate would be a strong word in her dictionary but right now James Vowles and the Williams racing team made her hate them with the tirade they had going against her poor boyfriend which was pissing her off; worst of all, it was affecting Logan. Her happy puppy of a boyfriend was lost. He would either be at work or looking lost and depressed at home. They no longer had witty conversations going on or Y/N teasing Logan any and every chance she got. He would barely smile at her at times. So, Y/N took it upon herself to make her Logan happy.

It was one of those days, the weather was bright and sunny, Logan didn't have to go to work and the previous GP may have been bad but it was slightly better. It was around 9 and they were still in bed. Y/N woke up to Logan 'asleep' at least he pretended to be. She knew him like the back of her hand and every time he acted like he was sleeping his eyes would be shut tight. This habit of his made her smile. She looked up at him while resting her palms against his chest.

Y/N POV

"Good morning, baby boy" I whispered followed by a kiss on the lip which was followed by a grunt and covering his face with the blanket. "Babe, we need to good shopping, we're out of everything." I emphasised. "You can do that alone" he said, still under the duvet. "Yes but you know I hate shopping alone and I wanna show off my super hot racer boyfriend to the world, come on." I said while pulling the covers off. His big blue eyes met mine and I pouted my lips. "I won't take long, I promise. Pinky promise." I exclaimed while holding out my pinky. "You're hurting my ribs, babe." came a strangled cry only to notice my elbow jabbing his ribs. I giggled while apologising and dragging him to the bathroom. We were dressed in 20 minutes and out the door. As Logan started the car, he looked at me and said, "The only reason you're taking me along is so that I can drive you there, right?" I was appalled at the accusation but replied with a smile, "one of the reasons, babe." I said. He laughed asking, "Couldn't you drive there yourself?" "Why would I do something when I have a pro who can do it for me." Logan shook his head. "I have the hottest formula 1 driver at my beck and call so am not even allowed to show him off; is an atrocity I say." dramatically sighing. Logan let out a big laugh, one I hadn't heard pass his lips in ages. It made my heart flutter and tears spring up in my eyes.

The car ride was filled with singing along to songs playing on the radio which we hadn't done in so long. It felt nice to be able to have my Logan back. The trip to the grocery store was uneventful. Once back, I made quick work of putting every thing away. I went back to Logan sat on the couch in the living room and made myself comfortable on his lap, "darling, what would you like for dinner?" He was pulled back from whatever thought he had as I sat on his lap, "Pizza and Pasta" He said. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "What about we go on a date?" Logan looked at me quizzically. "It could be a home date, like the good old days. We could cook together and then dress up to have dinner together. I even bought a few dresses I didn't get to show you." I elaborated.

Logan's POV

In all honesty I couldn't care what we did. I didn't really wanna go out and getting dressed just to eat at home was such a waste of time. But I couldn't say no, when her face was literally hoping for me to say yes. She kept looking at me expectantly and I didn't wanna let another person down, so I agreed. The way her face lit was better than winning any GP. She leaned in and gave me the sloppiest kiss and pulled me to the kitchen to help her cook. I would never say I could cook when Y/N did all the heavy lifting. "Baby boy, you look lost in thought. Is there another woman that is occupying your thoughts?" she said in a southern accent while placing both her arms around my shoulder and wrapping them around my neck. It made my breathe hitch; the effect this woman had on me even after so many years was shocking to say the least. I placed my hands on her waist and replied in an equally fake southern accent, "Darling, there ain't no woman worth my time when you're standing in front of me." "You better." she said while leaving multiple kissed on my face making me laugh. The cooking ended quiet quickly for two people; where one of them couldn't cook and the other kept violating ever health and safety protocol by kissing and touching the person next to them.

Y/N POV

We were almost done with dinner and I asked Logan to go dress up. I would get dressed just before plating the food in the guest room because I didn't want Logan to see the outfit I had planed for him. About 15 minutes later, Logan was back at the table and I left to get dressed. It took me only 20 minutes which was a record. I wore a black lacy mini-dress which barely covered my ass and tits at the same time but it made me look hot and that's all that mattered. I stepped out of the room to an eagerly waiting Logan.

Logan's POV

My mouth was on the floor when I saw what she was wearing. "You don't plan on wearing this out, do you?" I said and then quickly added, "If you did, I don't mind. I can fight but I need this image burnt into my retinas." I ogled. She giggled and walked towards me, "You can take it off, once dinner is over." She whispered in my ear. Dinner was done in record time. We headed to the bedroom so that I could hold her to her words.

While cuddling, Y/N said, "You know, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I cut her off because she was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Y/N shushed me, "Right now, I'm talking and you're gonna listen. I love you Logan Sargeant more than there are words that I can use to express myself. I'm so happy every day to wake up next to you and support you in achieving your dreams and aspirations. I hope you remember how good you are and deserve everything you've worked towards. A couple fuck ups don't undermine the talent and hard work that is Logan Sargeant. No matter what anyone says, you are the most handsome and talented driver that deserves to be in F1. Those assholes are blind to not be able to see your pure raw unfiltered talent. I love you baby boy." She finished her speech. There were tears in my eyes that had started flowing which Y/N wiped away with a kiss. I pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you for sticking with me. I promise I won't let you down or let anyone make me feel like crap again." She smiled while drawing a heart on my back. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

#logan sargeant #logan sargent x reader #logan sargent fluff #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #fluff #logan x reader

[justaz]

s1ep10 will says “oh so you told arthur your secret then?…face it merlin, you’re living a lie” and i desperately need someone to say that to him again in front of arthur and the knights. shiiit au where will survives and visits merlin in camelot years later when arthur is king and they have the same argument. will turns to the peanut gallery where arthur staring at him with a raised brow and goes “how many years have you lived here merlin? and you still haven’t told him. you haven’t told any of them. you may surround yourself with people you call friends, but you are completely alone here.” and storms off.

merlin who also storms off after standing still in shock for a moment, fighting back tears bc will is right. it’s been so draining for merlin to live a life built on lies, to hide himself from his friends, to pretend to be something he’s not. all he wants is to be loved and appreciated for what he is. everyone in camelot loves the merlin he’s carefully crafted, not the merlin he is. lancelot follows after him and is his shoulder to cry on after that whole show.

the other knights are sitting around going “wtf just happened” and theorizing on this secret will mentioned. there’s also a quieter, secret conversation going on where unnamed knights plan out will’s murder for making merlin cry. anyways, lancelot tells them to drop it after they prod him for answers and call him out for being the only one of the knights to know merlin’s secret.

from then on the knights keep at least a quarter of their attention on merlin when he’s near. they watch him as if he’ll slip and say whatever his secret is out loud. gwaine keeps the most attention on merlin and is the first one to find out. he follows merlin out of the room and lowers his voice and goes “you know, i would commit regicide for you if you asked. if you came into my chambers and were like ‘gods arthur is so annoying, lets kill him’ i’d do it in a heartbeat.” he then leans in closer and whispers “and if you had magic, i wouldn’t tell. i’d probably just convince you to use it for pranks.” elyan finds them hugging in the hall, merlin crying into gwaine’s shoulder and gwaine holding back his own tears.

the other knights are slow on the uptake but all eventually get there in the end, except arthur. the king cannot for the life of him sniff out this secret the other knights found out. whats infuriating is that they had banded together in determination to figure out the secret and said they’d help guide one another to the truth once they did or just outright tell each other. instead, every time one of them figured it out and the others asked them about it, they’d just get all sullen and serious and say “it’s not my secret to tell” so arthur really has no idea

merlin has to work up the courage to face arthur and tell him himself. it takes a while. like a WHILE. like A WHILEEEE. merlin makes up with will and the other knights find out about his magic one at a time and express their support and love and apologies for all the inconsiderate and harmful things they’ve said in the past. slowly, merlin’s resolve and confidence strengthens. yet he stalls and stalls and stalls and eventually gwen and audrey the cook and even george figure him out before he can tell arthur.

he’s so nervous he ends up just letting the words fall out of his mouth, “tomorrow you have to be up bright and early for a meeting about queen annis’s visit next week also i have magic” arthur just stares at him from his bed. he’s miffed bc he was SO CLOSE to figuring it out, he knew it!! if merlin had just waited like another week or two he would’ve got there eventually. probably. also he’s been lied to but that takes back burner rn bc merlin just spoiled all the progress he made in figuring out what he’s been hiding. he throws a pillow at him and complains about it.

#bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #knights of the round table #will of ealdor #sorta angst #a smidgeon #this came to me bc i saw a clip of that scene and you can actually see merlin’s heart drop at will’s words #its heartbreaking #fanfiction #fanfic #fic ideas #prompts

[silviakundera]

The Double ep 18-19 thoughts

Too many thoughts and I have a 55 hour/week day-job so no time to share them all

devil may work hard but this drama's dramatic visuals & metaphors are working harder

FL's wet petals and ML playing with his sword as they think of each other just TOOK ME OUT

Playing lovers for cover, sure enough, but we know they both were enjoying the excuse to touch each other 😏

The scene where she admits to not being Jiang Li was very effective. (Objectively, I can admit that it was kinda stuck in there and could have used a better transition. I bet at least 1 other scene originally existed before it and then things were compressed by editing. But subjectively, the viewer is so hyped to get this moment with them that you don't care.) Duke Su says all the right things here, proving himself worthy of her trust. I am really enjoying the drama adaption's take on him. I have no problem with him being a slightly softer, more expressive & open to connection interpretation of the character - it's consistent and built up through the narrative. The live action is an AU version of the novel and stands alone by itself just fine. Both are very enjoyable as separate things.

I already knew about the dad being alive, but traumatized & tortured, so that wasn't a shock to me (I was initially surprised when reading the novel. ) Nice galvanizing factor, adding an immediate urgency missing before.

The scene of her watching him undress, with obvious desire (hand on the candle!!). Love that they let her be so obviously attracted to him, as a woman who is sexually experienced. (I'll consider her a divorcee; being buried alive should suffice for a divorce letter)

IDK how I felt about the 'I give my life to you' scene. It doesn't hurt to have Duke Su's agenda spelled out for viewers, so that's fine. It just felt like.... idk, when watching it the tone of that exchange seemed to match their novel selves more than their drama selves (except for the part at the end, when she calls him out as afraid for her). Suddenly she's saying he only sees her as a pawn, but I honestly thought they moved past that stage earlier in the drama than in the novel so I was a bit disconcerted. idk idk it's not that he doesn't have this other agenda. Of course he's using her. It's that I felt both the viewer AND the FL had seen it's clearly beyond that now. She wouldn't be as open & vulnerable with him at this stage in the drama, if she thought he saw her as only a pawn. Maybe I'm supppsed to read it as she's just feeling defensive & emotional? I need to rewatch tonight after work, maybe I'll feel different. This was just the first time I felt as if the Hand of the Author was there, forcing the live action characters back in line w the source material. But that might just be a me-problem. 🤔

#cdrama #the double #the double spoilers #silvia watches #lmao I woke up 2 hours early to watch these ep this morning #helpppp

[allfortheaesthetic]

people on tiktok and twitter are the most purposely obtuse people that i have ever seen.

and with the things people keep saying about blood & cheese, it has only gotten worse. now if what people are saying is true i am going to be unhappy, but people are still using it to misconstrue the past events of driftmark when aemond lost his eye.

people have started placing blame on alicent and criston for not being there and while i do agree that the adults have a lot of blame in this incident it is not there. alicent was not there because she was in bed. where the kids were SUPPOSED TO BE. just because she is their mother does not mean that she needs to be awake 24/7 watching them. notice how viserys is not getting any of the blame there?

people are saying that since criston’s a kingsguard he should’ve been there since he is supposed to protect the whole family, and that is partially true. he is supposed to protect the whole family, but he is sworn to ALICENT, which means that when she is asleep he is supposed to keep watch over her. he cannot possibly watch every single member of the family at once, which is why there are multiple members of the kingsguard. this means that there should have been another member of the kingsguard assigned to the kids unless viserys never bothered, which i would not be surprised by.

now onto alicent asking aegon where he was. i do not agree with her here, but people are not understanding why she did this.

1. all of the children besides aegon and helaena (and joffrey) were there, so why wasn’t aegon? because he was drunk and passed out. now that doesn’t mean that he should be punished for being asleep like he was supposed to be, but when your younger son lost an eye when he got 4 v 1’d it might be a little irritating that the reason your oldest wasn’t there is because he was passed out drunk. still not his fault.

2. alicent has been trying to make aegon see the danger that he and his siblings are in and trying to make him take responsibility to protect them as the oldest and he has resisted and now he has “failed” and aemond lost an eye. agree with her actions or not, but she is trying to save her children’s lives even if it backfires.

now rhaenyra and daemon. people get upset that rhaenrya gets blame when alicent doesn’t. and while i get that since they both shouldn’t have to watch their children sleep to make sure they don’t get up to anything after they’ve been sent to bed, i do think people need to remember that their situations are a little different.

alicent sent her children to bed and wasn’t there because she also went to bed. rhaenrya sent her children to bed and wasn’t there because she went to sleep with her uncle at his wife’s funeral. let me repeat that. SHE AND DAEMON FUCKED AT HIS WIFE’S FUNERAL. THAT IS THE PROBLEM, at least for me. maybe i would be more sympathetic there if laena was cold in her damn grave before they did the horizontal tango.

now all in all i hope you all realize that this situation is a little more complicated than people act like and that if you’re going to blame anyone blame, viserys because really this is all his fault.

#hotd #alicent hightower #criston cole #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon season 2 #house of the dragon

[restinslices]

Hello! I just read your recent post on the lin Kuei trio trying to bring back the reader's memories after it has been tainted and was wondering if you could do part 2 where the trio finally succeeded in restoring the reader's memories?

I haven’t seen those movies in awhile but I googled it and apparently only therapy can help? I went off what Google said. No gifs cause I got lazy. I ain’t even finna lie to you

Bi-Han doesn't show it, but he's in so much pain 

It's not because everytime you see him, you try to kill him 

If hating him for the rest of your life meant that you'd be happy, he'd take it 

But you're not happy. It's not a bad breakup and you hate him but at least you're living life. No. You have insane PTSD from the torture you endured 

When he's told that the only way to help you is therapy, he's a tad bit irritated 

Therapy takes too long. He wishes he could fight some enemies, use some magic, then boom. Everything's okay 

Speaking of those enemies though, he's definitely tracking them down and killing them 

He finds it difficult to watch your therapy sessions so he distracts himself with duties 

After a few failed tests, you're finally able to be in the same room as him without trying to kill him 

When he sees you look at him with love instead of hatred, all his tension is released 

Your memories are still a little wonky but you're healed enough to know that they're manipulated 

He's more than happy to tell you what really happened and make new memories with you 

He's more soft afterwards because he's afraid of triggering you 

It takes a lot of work but he's willing to do all of it if it means you'll be okay with him holding you again 

Seeing you be so terrified of him is like a living nightmare 

It's such a difficult situation because there's no easy way to help you 

It's not like a broken bone. You've been made to fear him and your memories are tainted

Therapy is the only thing that can help you 

It takes a while, and he hates it 

He's told to avoid face to face contact with you during your recovery 

So he watches you sneakily 

He watches you rediscover your memories day by day

When you ask to see him, he's a bit nervous, but he knows that that means progress has been made 

He lets you set the pace of the conversation 

Whenever there's silence, he doesn't try to fill it. He knows you need the time to gather your thoughts 

Your hand is shaky when you reach for him. He wants to try and close the space but he doesn't. He lets you take your time reaching for his hand 

When you finally touch it feels like weights have been lifted off his shoulders 

You're not 100% healed but you're making great progress. You being able to stand being around him is such a huge thing to him 

He helps you whenever you get confused and is extremely patient with you 

Definitely believes you'll make a full recovery 

After the first encounter and you trying to kill him, nobody could blame him for becoming depressed 

You were extremely volatile towards him 

Anytime you saw him you immediately tried to attack him 

When he's told therapy is the only thing that can help you, he wants to be hopeful but it's hard to 

Therapy takes time and there's no guarantee it'll even work 

He sends you gifts during your recovery. Sometimes he won't sign it so you're more willing to accept it 

Exposure therapy exhausts him, but he keeps doing it for you 

One day though your demeanor is different 

You don't rush at him or tell him to get out 

You're quiet and still. He lets the silence stay 

“I don't know what's real and what's not anymore”

“You're trying” he'd say. “That's all that matters. And I'll help you”

It gets quiet again 

You walk over to him, and instead of attacking him, you pull him into a tight embrace 

It takes him a moment to understand what's happening. Once he does, he hugs you back 

“You loved me. Real or fake?”

“I love you, and it's all real”

You two just stay like that for a while. He has no idea what's going on in your head, but in his he's ecstatic 

There was hope. As long as there was a hope, even a sliver of it, he wouldn't give up on you 

He stays by your side the entire time. Watching you slowly but surely go out of your way to be around him excites him 

He has tons of pictures and he shows you them and explains what happened whenever you get confused 

He's delighted to have you back 

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang #kuai liang mk1 #tomas vrbada smoke #bi han mortal kombat #bi han x reader #bi han headcanons #subzero headcannons #subzero x reader #bi han angst #kuai liang angst #kuai liang headcanons #kuai liang x reader #scorpion angst #mk1 tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada headcanons #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada angst #smoke angst #mk1 angst

[obsessivelyours]

First Sight

Yandere/Dark! Vox x Production Assistant!Reader

ok it’s been a hot second since i've posted but i'm back because this concept is living rent free in my mind!! this might get more parts to it, bc i really like concept (also this man has overtaken my subconcious)

tbh this part is pretty tame, but it will definitely get darker as we move along.

tw: VoxVal mentioned, ValAngel mentioned

Ok so, Vox and Val clearly have something on, and it is not monogamous whatsoever. But that song and dance is theirs, and has been for decades.

Val was a loose cannon, one that Vox knew how to soothe and entice but… Val wasn’t his. Val made that clear multiple times— he was a force to be reckoned with and Vox wasn't looking to damage the empire they've worked so hard to build.

But just think of Vox seeing the controlling relationship between Val and Angel. Vox watching as Val’s hand tugs against Angel’s chain, the latter’s eyes dazed from the addicting crimson smoke curling around the pair. Vox could see the way Val keeps Angel close, a stark contrast to his and Val's relationship.

As an overlord, Vox owns many things— thousands of souls devoted to his empire and all the money in hell. But he wanted something that was fundamentally and wholly his. Call it a desperate need for power, or maybe even a twisted desire for control— he wanted more.

Enter, you. a new sinner who Papermint just hired on as a production assistant. Vox watched as you would dart around set, carrying coffee cups, wires, and other odds and ends, all whilst obediently listening to anyone who asked.

Since you had landed in hell, you were determined to keep your head down. It was what had kept you alive, at least until your death. You learned your lesson the hard way, stay out of sight and stay quiet.

You had heard the way the people on set would whisper about your boss, about his hypnotic stare and demanding attitude. You avoided staring directly at Vox whenever you spoke, eyes averted shyly as you would hand over his coffee order and frantically skim your clipboard to ensure you did everything right. Before he could even speak, one of the production managers yelled through your earpiece. You quickly stumbled through a rushed apology and scurried off, not realizing the eyes watching you leave.

You were so high strung— so tense. Vox’s grin grew as he looked at you.

Oh, you were perfect.

From the second he saw you, he knew he had to have you. Something to break, something to mold, something to be wholly his.

It started off small, with everyone on set asking less and less of you. You even noticed some of them be... wary of you? Odd.

You started taking over requests that the higher up production assistants would usually do, placing you right beside Vox everyday on set.

Eventually you were his on-set assistant, catering to his every command. The first time he asked for your opinion made you almost jump.

You were confused at first, but the media nerd in you was ecstatic— shyly offering comments on the script or whatever he was looking at. He would hum in response before giving you a charming grin,

"Thanks, doll."

Vox knew exactly what he was doing, enticing you with sweet words and praise. And the best part was that you were so receptive. He loved the way you blushed at his compliments, or the way you would bite your lip whenever he gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You would hang onto his every word, listening intently whenever you were in his vicinity.

He watched from across the set at your form, scribbling away on your clipboard. You paused, as if feeling his gaze on you, eyes darting up to meet his. Your eyes widened slightly before you shyly smiled at him. He grinned back at you, enjoying the ways he would watch your cheeks turn a bit pink before you glanced back down at your clipboard.

Oh, this will be fun.

#yandere hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x reader #yandere vox #yandere vox x reader #hazbin x reader #vox x you

[papayatori]

Fall away (p7)

Inumaki Toge x fem!reader

He’s so pretty HELP

My second mission had finally come. Gojo had sent Maki, myself and Inumaki all together this time. I was concerned about what might happen since Gojo didn’t really fill us in on anything, though, Toge’s reassuring grip on my hand and Maki’s unwavering smirk kept my cool for me. I smiled a little, letting myself relax in the back of Ijichi’s car.

“Not too much farther, now. He called to us from the front.

I gazed out of the window, dreamily smiling at the beauty of Japan outside of the city. It truly was something to gawk at.

“Tuna.” I heard from beside me. Toge was gazing with me, at least I thought he was,

Toge’s eyes were set on you, how you looked when your eyes sparkled with excitement. He could tell you hadn’t gotten out since your last mission other than a few times, he wanted to give you that kind of excitement himself if he could possibly.

I looked up at him, blushing at his soft gaze. His violet eyes were shining, and though his collar covered his face, I could tell he was smiling at me.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop, Ijichi signaling to us that we had arrived.

“We suspect there are several semi-first grade spirits living here in these abandoned apartments. They’ve been evacuated for good measure of our precautions, though we aren’t sure what really lies within these walls.” He stated clearly. He pushed up his glasses slightly before continuing, “be careful, I’ll be here if you need.” He gave us a small look of confidence. It wasn’t everyday that Ijichi took a liking to a group of sorcerers, and I was rather proud of it,

Maki, staff in hand, pointed towards the buildings, there were three of them in the complex.

“I suppose we’ll each tackle one, we have ways to contact one another if need be.” She looked at me as if she knew something that I didn’t, I shrugged it off before I could relish on it.

Inumaki squeezed my hand one more time before dropping it and looking at me with a serious expression on his face. His violet eyes were full of something I couldn’t name, his brows knit perfectly to frame them.

“Salmon.” He stated plainly before we all took our leave to our respected buildings,

_

_

_ ••Maki••

_

My footsteps echoed as I stalked through the empty hallways. The wallpaper was peeling from the thin, plaster walls that separated the rather large building on the inside. It felt almost like a maze. I couldn’t sense anything due to my own lack of cursed energy, but something definitely felt off about the place.

I opened one of the doors, revealing a small living space that was hardly suitable enough for the homeless. It smelled of mildew and mold, in fact it shown plainly on the peeling walls of the small room. A mattress lay in the floor, tucked away in the far corner. There wasn’t even a window.

It sort of felt like a prison to me, if not worse than one. I had seen cells more suitable than this. Who would subject themselves to something like this?

I stood in the center, allowing myself to feel whatever weird sensation had risen into my bones, seeped through my skin. I heard faint water dripping from somewhere, could that be where the mold had come from?

“I didn’t realize Gojo was sending us off to be house maids.” I said to myself.

I found myself following the noise, finding a smaller room that I had mistaken for a closet upon entry, it seemed to be a bathroom.

The faucet wasn’t completely shut off I had realized, it didn’t take a curse user to find a faulty nozzle. I chuckled to myself before opening the faucet more.

_

_

_ ••inumaki••

_

I watched her walk away without a second thought. She was confident, evident in succeeding. Her hips swayed gently, enough to show the confidence with each step she took, and I was utterly mesmerized. Though, I was equally terrified.

Something didn’t feel right about this place, and I wasn’t sure we would make it out unscathed as she had last time. Cursed energy radiated around us predominately, and I was aware that neither of my partners could sense it. Y/n wasn’t really sure how to harness her abilities yet, and I knew Maki had no cursed energy to speak of for herself. I wasn’t exactly sure why Gojo had sent the three of us together, sure y/n was my girlfriend, but I didn’t exactly see how our abilities matched up at all; besides, did Gojo even know anything about y/n and I?

I scoffed listening to my thoughts, I needed to shut them out before it interfered with the mission; but I couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not she was safe. I scolded myself mentally for falling so hard for her, in my line of work there was nothing that could keep her safe but herself should the situation arise, and I had known that from the beginning.

A small drip pulled me from my thoughts. I halted my steps, finding myself in a room that I assumed to be one of the apartments. It was small, weary, and falling to pieces. I glared at the sound, attempting to find the source if it. I opened the small door I had been eyeing across the room revealing a small bathroom with a sink on the wall. The place was old, and smelled like utter shit. Though, it was a bathroom.

I turned the faucet to the sink, thinking it might stop the insufferable noise of the dripping. Had we been sent on a plumbers job? Gojo couldn’t be serious.

Immediately, I felt a surge of cursed energy from within the walls, within the entirety of the room itself. I unzipped my collar, readying for whatever was coming for me. I felt my skin crawl from sheer power.

_

_

_ ••y/n••

_

My thoughts wandered as I entered the building. I felt immensely insecure about how well trained I was to be on a mission like this, even if it was my second time. I knew Gojo was prone to being reckless and stupid at times, and given the strange aura I had been feeling since setting foot on the grounds, I was certain this was one of those occasions.

My ears twitched, hearing faint dripping water from inside one of the rooms. I hurriedly threw open in of the doors, doing my best to remain calm and steady. My life very well could depend on my mentality today. I opened my mind, trying to force my way into the head of whatever cursed spirits lurked sighing the place. I was met with nothing but faint voices. That was something, at least.

They continued to mumble, two voices I could make out roughly. No, there were only two voices speaking in my head. I felt my senses heighten, my adrenaline pour through my viens.

Drip

Drip

Drip

I opened the small door on the far side of the room, revealing the source of the noise I had been searching. My mind had calmed, as had the incessant mumbling in the back of it. I closed the faucet, hoping to ease the ache of my head.

Cursed energy poured through the faucet as the dripping continued and grew louder. I jiggled the faucet once more, I was sure it had been cut this time. More energy could be felt from within the walls, the pipes, the intricate system of plumbing within the crumbling and cracked walls of the apartment building. I scoffed, trying to keep myself at bay. I could feel the hunger for blood rise within me, another voice this time taking over my own thoughts.

Kill, kill the cursed spirits who are trapped within their birthplace. End their suffering.

My skin was cold, crawling with sweat and grime, even that wasn’t my own. I opened my mind once more, reaching for whatever thing was living within the walls of this place.

I heard those two faint voices once again, I felt adrenaline, eagerness, fear. Why was I feeling these things?

My mind flicked back into Inumaki’s bedroom, the night where I had learned I could speak with him without actually speaking, with my mind.

I was confused, unsure if why I was recalling such an insignificant piece of my history-

“…we have ways to contact each other if need be.”

Drip

I reached out with my everything, feeling everything the other two inside of my mind were feeling. I felt a pain in my left shoulder, a harsh one as I was shoved to the ground. I looked up in shock, but nothing was there.

One of the consciousnesses had cried in pain, I heard it clearly, and it was Maki.

I stood up quickly, reaching out once again.

“Are you hurt, Maki?” I mumbled to myself. I felt a small shock within me before a small feeling of reassurance.

“So, you’ve figured it out, eh?” I heard Maki whisper. I could hear her smirk.

“Answer the question.”

“I’m fine, nothing I havent dealt with before. Though keep an eye out, this one is tough.”

As if on cue, I felt another sharp pain, but this time I looked up to see a watery cursed spirit.

He was translucent, I could see its organs, its heart beating wildly as it glared at me with a dark smile. Its beady eyes seemingly narrowing at my presence. It groaned before launching at me once more.

I dodged with ease, feeling my muscles pump with adrenaline again, except this time, it was my own.

I felt a tug in the back of my mind. I knew it must have been one of the other two. I could feel Toge’s presence wrapping itself around my thoughts, I knew he was looking out for me even from far away. I smiled, dodging another blow that could have been fatal.

I ran down the hall, hoping the spirit would follow me outside. I needed a little room to work with if I wanted to fight it, these cramped apartments were doing my skills no justice. My throat burned as I continued running, feeling another tug on the invisible line of my consciousness.

“Don’t die on me, Toge.” I mumbled to myself, earning a sharper tug this time.

“I guess I don’t have a choice now, do I?” I heard from somewhere in my mind. I smiled. It was odd to hear Toge say anything that wasn’t a rice ball ingredient or a command, though I couldn’t deny the rush of butterflies I felt just listening to his voice. I prayed no one felt that from whatever mental communication we had going on.

I looked back at the spirit, hearing that insufferable dripping and sloshing from its watery husk. I had never seen one like it before, regardless of how little experience I had had in battle. I wondered if it would surrender itself to me, too.

The mumbled thoughts continued to run ramped as I stood in the hallway, unable to find my way out of this crumbling shack. Defeated, I readied myself for battle.

In the middle of the hallway, I could feel the spirits will for me to die, its teeth gleaming as if bloodthirsty and hungry. It hadn’t spoken to me, which was a good sign, but I also hadn’t spoken to it, either.

I heaved a breath, taking in all of my focus and collecting every last drop of energy I could, unsheathing the sword Maki had lended me. I took my stance, waiting for it to strike me first.

Drip

Drip

Drip

I slashed, hard. Cutting off the wriggling, watery arm of the cursed spirit. Though, it did no good. Its watery and bendable figure simply morphed it back into existence, though, I did notice its figure had become smaller, no longer towering over me.

“Gotcha.” I mumbled with a smirk.

I felt power pour through my veins, blood the only thing on my mind. I was confident, I had found a weakness and knew I’d win this one rather easily.

Drip

Drip

Drip

I focused my energy in the sword, gradually as I had been taught. I smirked again, slashing at the beast once more. It winced, and I felt it within my soul, its crying pains and death threats that would never come to life as it desperately tried to make them. It threw a punch, one I dodged with ease, reaching out to grab its morphing arm as I did so.

I let out a gasp. It hurt to touch the damned thing. Not only that, but my grip faltered, and my hand went straight through. I heard mock laughter in the back of my mind.

I felt a tug inside of me again, a painful cough belted out of me without me even being aware. I knew immediately what was happening.

“Toge!?” I yelled, breathless and in pain. Had something happened to him?

“I’m fine, y/n. Don’t worry so much.” I say a low chuckle in my mind. At least he was finding this amusing.

I glanced around me, more of these creatures had appeared. I counted three in total, the other two were much larger than the former, as it was still pretty damaged. They hissed at me, spitting liquid from their own bodies as protection.

I remembered something that Maki had told me, the weaker a spirit was, the more it would group together. I figured it was likely they weren’t as strong as Ijichi had said, but I wasn’t confident enough to get cocky.

I slashed again, not wanting to touch the things. I remembered the burning sensation in my hand as I tried to grab it moments before, wincing just thinking about it. I felt another sharp pain in my gut, I figured this was another hit to one of my partners.

I didn’t have time to check on them this time, ramming my sword into the smaller of the beast. It dissipated, slowly becoming liquid in the floor.

“One down.” I breathed out heavily.

I coughed violently, feeling the pain in my abdomen. I prayed Toge was alright, slashing my way into the other monsters before me. I was slowly being backed into a wall, and I didn’t like it.

For the first time, I felt pretty helpless. I was doing decent at defending, but my attacks were only slowing them down a little. They had soaked up the liquid from the deceased beast, claiming it as their own and growing into a larger size, rendering my cuts and slashes useless. I cursed to myself.

“They’re able to morph together.” I heard Maki say down the line, she sounded tired, hurt. I grumbled a little, already figuring that out for myself.

I felt a sting in my arm, but nothing had touched me. I grumbled again, I suppose one of them had been touched.

“Careful, you two.” I growled, slashing again and doing my best to remain calm and composed. The smirk had been easily wiped from my face just as quickly as I had retained it.

I reached inside of me, deep within, pulling of my cursed energy and willing it into my sword, slashing violently and slowly knocking down the form of the two in front of me. It was useless, how little it was doing. I let out a mangled groan, biting my lip to keep from wincing as the liquid sprayed onto my legs. It stung harshly, but I couldn’t let it bother me now.

I felt my back press against the wall behind me, I had been cornered with nowhere to go. The two were smiling, laughing at me, reaching out to grab me. They wanted my death more than I wanted to live.

My sword was knocked from my grasp, thrown to the side with a distant thud. I was rendered defenseless. I wanted to cry, but I held my ground.

I felt a flutter in my stomach, not one of pleasure but one of nausea. I felt like I was going to throw up, had I ever been this nervous?

And then it hit me.

“I can use the cursed spirit I secured with Megumi!” I said allowed, feeling a glimmer of hope rise from within me, following that, I also felt vomit growing in my throat. I let out a gag, stifling a sob.

The other two felt the nausea, earning a violent cough from Toge and a curse from Maki. I couldn’t help but smile.

“It seems I’ve been surrounded.” I said cooly with a smirk, throwing my hands up in defeat. The two spirits laughed again, taking their win for granted. I smiled heinously. “Wouldn’t that be something?”

I called upon the cursed spirit from the school, unleashing it upon them with a fiery smirk. I laughed, watching it tear into the two. I quickly grabbed my sword, stabbing into the back of the closest spirit.

“Never count a victory before the battle is won.” I mumbled to myself, wincing as the hot liquid gushed from the spirits’ corpse. I smiled through the pain, and deadly and gruesome smile.

I watched as my cursed spirit ascended upon the watery one, tearing it to droplets. It cried out, angry and in pain. I laughed viciously.

I felt a strong stab to my left arm, erupting in a fit of coughs. My brain shut down, this one was vital.

“Toge, talk to me.” I said, waiting for an answer. I got nothing in response. “Toge!” I yelled, terrified.

I called back my spirit, sprinting down the stairs to make my way to the apartment building Toge was in. I felt more pain in my throat, in my arms, in my heart. Panic had started to set in.

“Maki, are you alright?” I yelled, finding the exit quit easily now. The cool breeze settled onto my skin as I ran to Toge’s assigned position.

“‘M fine!” She said, a smirk evident on her face. She was in the heat of battle, I refused to break her concentration again.

With that clear, my only concern was Toge. I sprinted through the hallways, feeling the lingering cursed energy grow stronger as I ascended up the stairs, eyes scanning everything helplessly.

My eyes widened as I saw my blonde headed boy on the ground, blood spewing from his lips. He had used himself too viciously. I cursed as I ran to him.

I was attacked from out of nowhere, wincing in the pain. I called upon my cursed spirit once again, allowing for it to feast on this one. This one was much larger than the three I had taken, and it was evidently more powerful, too. I could feel its pain through my skin.

“Toge, talk to me.” I said calmly, though my heart was palpitating. I felt like I was going into shock.

Do my relief, his eyes fluttered open, half lidded. I cursed again, wrapping my arms around him quickly before eyeing him for any vital wounds.

I ripped a part of my uniform, wrapping the spot on his arm that had been wounded. His eyes widened a little bit as he saw one cursed spirit attacking another, seemingly confused and tilting his head a little, as if demanding for an explanation. I shook my head, silently telling him that now wasn’t the time for explanations.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. The wound was hot, he had been burnt by the spirit. His blood soaked through the fabric too quickly for my liking.

“Are you alright?” I heard his voice speak in my head. I scoffed loudly, a small, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips.

“I’m fine Toge, but it’s evident that you absolutely are not.” I scolded him, always thinking of others over himself. I was upset he hadn’t called for help, but I couldn’t ignore the flutter in my chest that he was still only worried about my well being.

His eyes started to close, I felt the pain coursing through his body in my own. I winced, shaking his body gently.

“Stay with me, baby. Please.” I begged. I hated seeing him like this, my anger taking action.

My cursed spirit had easily finished off the one that had attacked Toge. Honestly, it was for the better, as I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from the bloodthirsty monster that welled within my skin. It had nearly killed Toge, and everything in me screamed to torture the damned thing, to give it the slow, burning and painful death it deserved laying a finger on him, and I’d be damned if it ever tried to again.

My thoughts halted abruptly as I felt his pale hand reach for my own. It squeezed weakly, gently.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” I heard him say weakly, I had to resist the urge to cough as he did so. I was struggling to keep my composure.

“I’m coming that way, can he walk?” I heard Maki say to me, out of breath. I felt a pain in my shoulder that I had felt earlier.

“Can you stand, baby?” I asked in a soft tone. I had to bite back my anger just to manage it. He nodded, slowly standing as I called back my cursed spirit for the second time.

“We’re on our way out, Maki.” I said to her, Toge stumbling over his weakness. He was heavier than he looked, his lean figure hiding his muscles well. I winced, my arm burning from my own injuries. I struggled to keep him walking; but slowly, we descended down the staircase and into the open air outside.

My arm burned the entire way out, the cool air not helping in the slightest. I heard Toge heaving from beside me, hurting just to walk.

“I’m sorry, Toge. I should’ve gotten to you sooner.” I choked, guilty that I hadn’t. He shook his head once, wincing afterwards. His wound had grown a little, like it was spreading through his veins. I looked down at my own wound, which seemed to be doing the same thing.

“You did everything you could, y/n.” I heard him say in my mind once more. I shook my head, fighting back more anger that was rising within the seconds.

“Save your words, Toge. You’re injured pretty bad.” He didn’t respond, accepting my statement.

I saw Maki standing with Ijichi and someone else that I hadn’t seen before, he was tending to her injuries.

She saw us, releasing a breath she had seemingly been holding. She pointed to us.

“I’m more worried about him than I am my own health right now.” She said as the man next to her followed the direction of her finger. His eyes widened as he ran over to help me with Toge.

“I didn’t think any of you would get roughed up this badly.” I heard Ijichi mumble in the cool tone of his. I shook my head, not believing it either.

“I underestimated the damned thing.” I said, quietly. Ijichi hummed in response.

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The dorms were quiet that night. I had spent most of it in the infirmary with Toge and Shoko. I was angry, ashamed, and it was eating me alive.

My own wound had been wrapped while Toge was chugging bottles of cough syrup. It was a sight I could get used to, as his shirt had been discarded to help get to the wound that had spread onto his upper chest. My gaze lingered for a little longer than I would have liked it to.

Maki had long been attended to, not being hurt too badly, just a slight cut to the shoulder. Apparently her cursed spirit was like ours too, except it had been armed.

I was a little disappointed that I hadn’t gotten a hold of that spirit, mostly because it was rather powerful and could be used in battle strategically as I had used my only one to my aid.

Toge and I were in his room again, both of us quiet and not feeling the need to speak too much. We had showered, though I didn’t like the sight of the faucet or the water dripping from it. I shook from the memory.

I looked up at him as I exited his bathroom, one that I had become rather used to using as of recent weeks. He didn’t seem to mind, either by the looks of things. He was sitting on his bed, staring off into nothing.

“I guess I know why it always takes a while after a mission to regroup after today.” I said quietly, pulling him from his thoughts. He smiled up at me.

“Salmon.” He responded, the itch in his throat evident as he coughed. I sat next to him, rubbing his bare back gently.

“I’m just grateful you’re okay.” I whispered, dropping my gaze to the floor. “I thought I was going to lose you.” I felt a small, hot tear roll from my eye, I cursed myself for allowing it to. I heard him chuckle, wiping my tear away with the pad of his thumb. His fingers were hot to the touch, full of life, and reminding me he was still very much alive.

Suddenly I remembered his cold had clutched mine early as he slumped to the floor. A shiver went down my spine.

“I’d do everything in my power to stay alive if it means I get to have you by my side.” I heard his voice whispering in my head. A small blush crept onto my face at the sudden sound of his voice. His violet eyes searched mine for something, anything.

“I’ll be damned if anything ever touches you again.” I whispered, baring my teeth slightly in remembrance of the cursed spirit that had wounded him so badly. I felt his arm snake around my waist, pulling me down next to him in his sheets. I instinctively cuddled into his bare chest, feeling his warmth, feeling his muscles, feeling his body alive.

“And that is the very reason that I love you.”

I was shocked to say the least, my eyes growing in size from the moment I heard those words.

“T-Toge?” I stumbled as I tried to find my words. His fingers tracing my back as he planted a kiss to my forehead.

“I said I love you, y/n. I can’t promise I’d die for you, but I can promise that I’ll live for you as long as fate allows me to.”

I felt warmth in my chest as he confirmed what I thought he had said. It spread throughout my body as I snuggled into his warmth, wrapping myself up in it as our legs tangled together, like missing pieces to a puzzle.

“I love you too, Toge.” I smiled before smacking his chest playfully. “…but don’t you dare think about scaring me like that ever again. I have no idea what I’d do if I lost you, and I almost lost myself because of it.” I immediately felt a strong pain in my body upon hitting him, wincing.

“Sorry, I forget you’re still injured.” I said, seeing the pain evident in his face. He laughed through it, sending the pain packing its bags to be replaced by the fuzzy feeling I had felt moments before. I felt his chest tingle as he laughed. It was heartwarming.

My eyes fluttered, feeling heavy from exhaustion as I closed them for a quick moment. My head found comfort in his chest as his arms wrapped themselves tighter around me.

“I’ll never do it again, for as long as I live, my love.”

He had said this aloud, coughing a little afterwards. Though, sleep had already taken me, and I didn’t feel the kiss he planted on my forehead, or the soft ‘I love you.’ that he mumbled afterwards.

I hope you all enjoy this one, it’s my favorite so far 😌 also I’m tired it’s 3am help

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[jnnul]

the right side of wrong. (part two)

TAGS ▸ uh like mentions of glass breaking, and food eating??, this chapter is pretty tame lol

PLAYLIST ▸ yosemite - travis scott, back - jey, stay - ari abdul, element - pop smoke, dirty laundry - blackbear

WORD COUNT ▸ 6.5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ didn't want this part to be too long since i'm trying to stick to my end word count of 40k lol. next chapter is gonna move things along for sure though! this one is just plot + world building. quick note: feedback, comments, etc. GREATLY encourage writers! if you felt any sort of way (in a good or bad way!) about this fic, pls leave feedback!

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[march 19, 20XX, 11:48 a.m.]

[mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

“you’ve never watched television before?” soojin asks incredulously, staring at y/n. she shrugs, looking at the remote in her hand with a curious look. 

“i mean, television is harder to warp since it could be live broadcasted. magic takes a lot of energy, and i don’t think anyone cared about me enough to warp television day in and day out. i mostly just read books. fiction.” jay lets out a low whistle as he puts the baking tray into the oven. 

soojin and jay had taken it upon themselves to be ‘den mothers’ for y/n since she didn’t really have anyone else to connect with, and since they were the only ones who lived at mount justice.

“really? well, at least now you’ll never be bored. when i was on mars, watching television from earth is practically the only thing i ever did,” soojin says and smiles when she sees jay make his way to the television set in the other room, picking out dvd’s of old movies to start y/n with.

“yeah. i mean, it was pretty boring since i could only do things that were already vetted by my dad. i could only read the books he wanted me to. i could only eat the foods that he brought me. i could only learn the things in textbooks that he conjured. it was a life that felt like prison,” she explained, her voice trailing off as she reminisced not-so-fondly about her life in the other dimension.

“you know, i hate to say it, but usually people come out of solitary confinement totally mistrustful and don’t reveal anything to the people around them because of their time. i know that your case was a little different but i just - ” soojin is cut off by y/n, who’s eyes have grown hard and full of fire.

“but i don’t seem depressed or psychotic. in fact, i look and speak like a pretty normal girl, don’t i?” y/n says, her voice cold and emotionless. a shiver runs down soojin’s spine. this is what she had expected from someone who had no one but the light to grow up with. someone who was ready to fight at any given moment; a cold and ruthless killer.

“i’m sorry,” soojin says and just as quickly as y/n had slipped into the persona, she slips out of it.

“no, don’t apologize. i understand the confusion. it’s a mix of two things: my father may have been controlling my environment but he never actually tried to control me. he said that my powers and my face was all his, but that my personality and my brain was all of my mother’s. my father loved me very much, and locking me up to ‘protect me’ was his insane way of showing it. so i know what it’s like to be warm, trusting, and affectionate. it’s not as though i never knew the emotion. and as easy as it would be to live my life without ever trusting you guys, i just don’t think i want to live like that again. that’s how i’ve been living ever since i found out the truth about this dimension.” y/n sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and hugging them close to her body, as if to trap the heat into the depths of her skin. “but also - even with all of that love - i’ve lived a better life in the past two days than i have in the past twenty years. people here tell me the difference between reality and fiction. everyone in that dimension just told me whatever i wanted to hear. or whatever i needed to hear to stay in their grasp. i wasn’t really a child to look after to anyone else in the light. i was more like a harmless puppy.”

“that’s why they didn’t train you in combat either?” soojin asks and y/n nods, shrugging.

“it’s hard to keep a puppy under control when she’s been taught to bite.”

jay, who’d come back to the kitchen with a myriad of genres to explore sighs. “you know, that kind of reminds me of my time at cadmus.”

“what’s a cadmus?” y/n asks, and jay is silent for a moment, picking and choosing his words wisely.

“it’s a prison of its own. i was made as superman’s clone and raised in a facility to have the powers of superman but no mind of my own. i was literally created to be a rabid dog just barely on a leash,” jay says, and when he looks up at y/n, he doesn’t see the pity that he usually gets (and hates). instead, he just sees solidarity and for some reason, it feels as though she truly understood what exactly he’d gone through.

“but enough of the sad past talk. we’ve got to get you caught up on cinema and there’s nothing but time, right now! so what do you say, y/n? are you feeling mystery? romance? comedy? romantic-comedy?” soojin says, clapping her hands. y/n peruses her options before picking a movie, unable to tear her eyes away from the cover.

“i don’t think i know what love is but whatever it is, it’s gotta be this right now. who is this fine man?” y/n asks, staring at the man on the cover of the dvd and soojin giggles. 

“that’s henry cavill, and trust me, we all think that way,” she says, winking at jay, who just rolls his eyes with a grin.

“well then, the immortals, it is,” jay says, leading them all to the living area, where the television was.

“oh, i hate to bring up cadmus again but you said something that i thought i should clarify,” y/n says suddenly, her face serious and contemplative. jay and soojin exchange a look.

“what is it, y/n? do you remember something else about the light?” soojin asks worriedly.

“no. no - i just wanted to ask…what the hell is a superman?”

“oh boy.”

[march 19, 20XX, 11:48 a.m.]

[palo alto, california]

yujin checks her phone for the third time in the span of thirty seconds, her knee bouncing as she waited in the courtyard of stanford university for her boyfriend. she stares down at her phone impatiently, waiting for jake when she’s offered a short reprieve from the california sun beating down on her as a shadow casts across her face.

“you know, you really need to start caring more about your boyfriend and less about this new girl you have a crush on,” says the person who deprives yujin of her vitamin d.

“i don’t have a crush on her. but i do really need to check something out in gotham,” yujin says, looking up at jake. “and i need you to come with me.”

jake frowns, checking his watch. “is it serious? we have the pottery painting double date with the colemans at five.”

“no, it’s not serious. it’s just strange. and i don’t know, i just don’t want to investigate alone. figured i would put your forensics degree to use,” yujin replies.

“forensics? are we talking about a dead body here?” jake asks and yujin shakes her head, looking back down at her phone. she turns the phone screen so that jake could see what had her so on edge and gasps, taking the phone from her and examining carefully.

the image on yujin’s phone wasn’t gory or grotesque like jake had expected. instead, the image was (relatively) straightforward: someone had broken into ace chemical factory - literally. everything made of glass in the image was shattered to pieces, and the old stone building was suffering some serious cracks.

“this looks like some sort of sonic weaponry type damage. i see why this is sad and disturbing for gotham city history enthusiasts but i’m still not seeing why a forensics analysis is necessary. does sunghoon know about this?,” jake says, frowning as he examines the picture.

yujin swipes to the next picture, and jake’s frown grows even deeper as he looks at the picture.

“it looks like the same person who broke into ace chemicals also did some serious property damage to the yacht bridge. this has got to be at least twenty to forty million dollars in damage,” jake says, his eyebrows furrowed. “i still don’t see how this is an issue for forensics though.”

“check the timestamps. sunghoon wants us to do a little analysis for the team while he carries out the investigation on the legal side. you know, since superpowers are probably involved,” yujin says and jake swipes back and forth, checking the timestamps of the pictures.

“these pictures indicate that the damage was done at the same exact time. how the hell is that possible? i didn’t know that sonic weaponry was that easy to find,” jake says cynically, swiping back and forth once more.

“yeah. but check this: the damage looks the exact same. as if it were done by the same weapon,” yujin says, pointing out the shape of the glass shards that were scattered across the floors of each of the buildings. jake looks closer until he notices something that rubs him the wrong way, zooming in to show yujin too.

“look at this, though. in the picture of the yacht bridge, there’s clear indications that the weaponry used was barely functional; i mean the glass shattered but the shatter isn’t nearly as finely ground as the glass here, in the ace chemical factory picture. it’s not as identical as we think it is,” jake explains. “and this is just a hunch, but it seems like the motives are different too - i mean, i can’t think of a single reason why anyone would voluntarily go to ace chemical factory at eight in the evening. that place has been shut down for years, and it was never producing anything too valuable in the first place.”

“but the yacht bridge would mean that some rich people are moving some big amounts of money in the next couple of days,” yujin says slowly. “especially with the weather growing warmer, more and more people are getting their boats ready to take out onto the waters.”

“and when did you say icicle sr. was at the bank?” jake asks, mentally committing the picture to memory. 

“not even fifteen minutes later. the bank is pretty close to ace chemicals but it’s on the other side of gotham. unless it was you or the flash, i’m not sure that anyone could make it from the yacht bridge to the bank in time. but from ace chemicals, there’s more than enough time to do so,” yujin says, swiping to the next picture, where she’d circled the three locations.

“well, i’m not sure how much help i’m gonna be but i’ll check out all three of the locations with you if that’s what you need me to do,” jake says, handing yujin back her phone and she pockets it quickly, checking her watch.

“well then, i’m gonna have to borrow the powers of kid flash to complete this recon mission,” she says, a teasing glint in her eyes and jake flashes her a megawatt smile.

“kid flash, at your service, ma’am. now, let’s not keep the colemans waiting for too long.” 

[march 19, 20XX, 11:48 a.m.]

[gotham city, southern tip of new jersey]

“detective park? we have some people inquiring about the simultaneous break-ins at ace chemicals and the yacht bridge from yesterday. is the field team ready to go to the site?” byun euijoo, the station’s pretty boy and correspondent/representative asks, looking haggard from having to respond to entitled rich people all day.

“yeah. we’re ready,” sunghoon says, nodding at the team that he’d assembled to investigate the break-ins. he had a sneaking suspicion that yujin and jake would have better luck in finding the source of the issues but he had a job and appearances to keep up anyway.

“right. i’ll tell them that our team’s on site working on the case and that we’ll find the perpetrators as soon as possible,” euijoo says, typing away on his little ipad, murmuring something under his breath. “even though it’s most likely that the justice league’s gonna handle this anyway. or whoever the hell they send to take care of things secretly.”

“what’d you say?” sunghoon says, unbuttoning the buttons on the cuffs of his sleeves to roll them up, hanging the detective badge over his neck.

“nothing. it’s just - does our station ever really do anything? it feels like we just get anonymous intel that solves the entire case for us. not that you’re not a great detective and you’ve definitely been vital to solving cases and putting everything together. but, you know, it just feels pointless when the justice league or whatever team they’ve put together for undercover missions does everything for us anyway,” euijoo huffs, hugging his ipad to his chest.

sunghoon rests his hand on euijoo’s shoulder, slinging his jacket over his own shoulder. “this station is the face of every case that comes to this city. no matter what kind of anonymous tips we get - or however timely or true those tips might be - we deliberate the truth and we have to search and give the people an answer. our job is no less important because whoever is helping us has gotten involved.”

“but you don’t ever get curious about who exactly is helping us?” euijoo asks, somewhat shamefully.

“hm. maybe? but if they want to reveal themselves, they will. no point in looking a gift horse in the mouth, right?”

euijoo doesn’t have much to say to that and sunghoon just smiles, passing him to lead the team to first the yacht bridge, and then ace chemicals. yujin and jake would be checking ace chemicals first so it would be easier for them to examine things in peace if the detective team (and the horde of reporters that would be sure to follow) headed to the yacht bridge first.

plus, rich people were impatient. and pushy.

“alright,” sunghoon begins, clapping his hands. “let’s find these assholes.”

the motorcycle ride to the yacht bridge wasn’t that far. maybe twelve or thirteen minutes at maximum. but those thirteen minutes felt like absolute torture all the way through.

sunghoon preferred motorcycles because he liked feeling the wind whipping his jacket and at his hair when he wasn’t feeling like following rules. he loved the feeling of feeling superhuman in his speed and agility as he raced down the streets of gotham. it also could have been the time that sunghoon had spent with eunwoo rubbing off on him, now that he thought about it. 

but now, with all of these reporters hot on his heels, hounding him with questions that they were screaming over the howling winds, it was absolute torture. sunghoon could barely concentrate on the road in front of him from the sheer multitude of questions that he was being barraged with. 

sunghoon’s thoughts lead him to ardor, as a way to distract himself from the questions that he was pretending he couldn’t hear. 

she was probably spending time with jay and soojin around this time, wasn’t she? maybe catching up on the current events that she’d missed out on in all of her time trapped in that dimension? or possibly eating foods that she didn’t even know existed? knowing soojin, she was definitely showing ardor some sort of show or movie. jay was probably just happy to be around soojin and soojin was always happy to welcome new people into the den, since the only two permanent residents of the den were jay and soojin.

his mind goes back to something that eunwoo had said as sunghoon was on his way out.

eunwoo was a relatively stoic person and wasn’t shaken or moved by much. he didn’t really have intense highs but he also didn’t have intense lows, and while that had annoyed sunghoon when he was looking for affection that eunwoo simply couldn’t provide, it proved to be helpful and necessary every time sunghoon found himself shaking with the intensity of his emotions when he was going through his teenage years.

so for eunwoo to grab sunghoon’s elbow as he’s on his way out of the cha manor, his eyes downcast and contemplative… it was definitely a cause for concern for sunghoon.

“i don’t want to reveal too much because i’m not sure that it’s my place to share anything with the team when it’s a justice league issue but if what y/n is saying is true, the possibility that the justice league has a mole is quite frankly, worryingly high. i can’t tell you how to run the team and i’ll carry out my investigation as discreetly as possible but as someone in this field for longer than you have, i have some requests and some advice. first, i suggest that you keep y/n as close to you as possible. if word of the investigation leaks, the light will not hesitate to hurt her or maybe even kill her, depending on how desperate faust is. i trust the team but i trust you the most, sunghoon. second, this is my request, but you might consider adding her to the team. pyrokinetics are not a joke - and her flame doesn’t kill, which is even better. not to mention that if you take her on missions - ”

“we might discover something that she’s been keeping from us, intentionally or not,” sunghoon finished with a sigh, rubbing his hand over his face.

“you know?” eunwoo asked incredulously.

“not really, to be honest. but miss martian mentioned something about how she’s keeping something important from us. i’m pretty sure that not even she knows though. according to miss martian, it’s something that she knows is important but it’s behind a mental block - can’t tell if it’s a block from a magician or an emotional block. combat is pretty primal though; it unlocks parts of us that we don’t even know exist. so maybe after some training and survival techniques, ardor could be a good addition to the team. or maybe it’ll be a good way to release the stress or whatever mental blocks she has in her mind.”

eunwoo was quiet, watching sunghoon before shaking his head. “you really grew up too fast.”

“you’re still only a couple years older than me,” sunghoon replied but when he looked at eunwoo, he doesn’t see a scolding or discomfort welling up in his eyes - just unadulterated pride and joy in sunghoon’s growth.

“yeah. i know.”

sunghoon snaps out of his thoughts, parking the bike in front of the entrance into the yacht bridge, flashing his detective badge at the attendant in the front - although he’s pretty sure he doesn’t need to, since there’s only one detective that was always called upon in strange cases like this: him. 

“show me the way,” he says, trying his best to offer a charming smile. the attendant just sneers, pressing a button to open the gates into the yacht bridge with an unimpressed look, distrust swimming in his eyes and sunghoon does it best to keep it from affecting him.

today was going to be a long day.

[march 19, 20XX, 6:59 p.m.]

[mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

sunghoon collapses on the sofa in the living area of mount justice, a defeated look on his face, a wet cloth draped over his face to release the heat that he felt was practically coming off of him in waves after getting off of work just prior to using the zeta tubes to reach mount justice.

“gotham city giving you some trouble?” soojin asks, sliding a plate of cookies over to where the heaping lump of sunghoon was.

“not really,” sunghoon sighs before taking the wet cloth off of his face. “never mind. yeah, it seems like one of our cases is a little more complicated than i had anticipated. don’t mind me though. are yujin and jake here yet?”

“they said something about a double date earlier so i doubt that they’ll get back until at least eight.” soojin munches on the cookies, nose crinkling in satisfaction as she analyzes the taste. “wow, y/n’s a good baker. can’t believe she didn’t share how talented she was before.”

“y/n made these?” sunghoon asks, staring at the cookies apprehensively. they’re a perfect golden-brown, with chocolate chips added generously to each one. “they honestly look store bought.”

“nope. i made them from scratch,” says a new voice in the room. y/n looks somewhat shy as she enters the room, carrying two plates of dinner served in each of them. “i’m learning like pyrokinetics are useful for cooking - and easier to use than stoves. i don’t really understand them.”

“you made dinner? with fire power?” sunghoon gawks, his stomach growls betraying him as he takes in the smell of the dinner that y/n had made. his arms reach out instinctively, and y/n hands him the plate gingerly, handing the other plate to soojin.

“i had a lot of help,” she says, hiding her hands behind her back to keep sunghoon from seeing the number of bandages on her hands from her clumsy first trials with using knives. knives = weapons in the dimension she was from, so she didn’t exactly have too much practice with them until now.

“don’t be humble. i didn’t do anything,” jay says, entering with two more plates of food. “i just showed her how refrigerators and garbage disposals worked.”

“you didn’t have refrigerators?” sunghoon says, turning to y/n, mixing the curry into the rice.

“no. i ate on a day to day basis so i never really needed one,” y/n says with a shrug, but sunghoon can see the sadness in her eyes. he takes a bite of the curry, as if to divert her attention and immediately, his eyes grow wide as he stares down at the plate.

how could curry even taste this good? was it even possible for chickpeas to taste like this? were these even chickpeas?

his eyebrows furrow as he analyzes the curry, trying to figure out exactly what she’d had added to make it taste so heavenly.

y/n take his silence in the opposite way that he meant it, however, and her face falls as she watches his reaction. “you don’t like it? i’m so sorry, i’m sure that soojin has some leftovers from lunch!”

sunghoon shakes his vigorously as she starts to move out of the room to heat up leftovers. “no! i mean, i love it. i genuinely was just taken aback by how good it is. i had no clue that you could cook like this, y/n.”

she blushes, the prettiest color rising in her cheeks. “it’s just some stuff that i’d picked up whenever i got bored. cookbooks are surprisingly easy to memorize and fun to read.”

“well whatever you did, you have got to teach me,” soojin says, her face scrunched up in pleasure. “this is so good, i feel like i’m gonna cry.”

“no kidding,” jay agrees, eyebrows furrowed in what looks like anger at just how good the dinner was.

“you guys are too sweet,” y/n says with a shy laugh, falling back into her seat when she’s met vehement protests at her humility, comparing her to some guy (gordon ramsey?) she’s not quite sure of.

“this is incredible,” sunghoon says, and his eyes shine when they meet with hers, causing her to avert her own eyes, his gaze heavy on her face.

“oh, i really hope there’s enough for yujin and jake when they get here. although, i kinda wanna get seconds. or thirds,” soojin says with a sigh of satisfaction.

“yujin’s coming?” y/n asks, perking up at the mention of artemis. “i haven’t seen her all day today.”

“yeah, they’ve been busy for the past couple days but jake’s been complaining that he’s lost his girlfriend to the new girl at mount justice. apparently yujin’s been worried about how you’re holding up, all the way on the other side of the country.” jay’s words cause y/n to descend into another flurry of bashful denial, smiling when she hears that her new friend would be returning to mount justice.

“speaking of those two, has jake talked to you guys about the proposal plans yet?” sunghoon asks, chewing slowly, as if that would make the food’s flavor last longer in his mouth. jay’s eyes dart between him, soojin, and y/n as if to ask silently if it was okay to let y/n in on secrets such as these - even if they weren’t exactly damning evidence for crucial missions.

we can trust her. i’ll explain later but for now, just know that whatever you could say to the team, you can say to her, sunghoon explains through the mindlink.

“oh yeah,” soojin says excitedly, clapping her hands. she turns to y/n with an excited twinkle in her eyes. “jake, yujin’s boyfriend and our resident speedster, is planning on proposing to yujin soon! he recruited our help to help make sure the whole day goes perfectly.”

y/n leans forward, equally enthusiastic as soojin. “really? that’s going to be so wonderful; i can’t even imagine how that would look like! gosh, i’m so excited.”

“has he decided on a date yet?” jay asks, the tension from before having evaporated when sunghoon confirmed that y/n was allowed to be privy to such information.

“he said something about a june date? after they graduate in may, for sure, and on a day when it’s sunny and calm out. he wants that to be the one day that things go according to plan,” sunghoon says with a snort, shaking his head at the antics of his best friend.

“can you blame him? it seems as though having things go according to plan is a luxury we do not experience very often in our field,” says a new voice, and the four of them turn to see heeseung enter the room with a motorcycle helmet in hand. “your helmet was about to become a chew toy for wolf, so i figured that i’d bring it to safety.”

y/n checks the entryway, perhaps as if to see if wolf, jay’s wolf friend and resident snuggle buddy, would follow his recently confiscated chew toy but it seemed that wolf had found satisfaction in other toys.

she’d seen him bite straight through concrete with unbridled enthusiasm the other day, so all she could hope was that his toy for the day wasn’t going to be her door. which was bulletproof metal, but she wasn’t exactly sure what that wolf was capable of.

“thanks heeseung. wanna grab dinner? y/n made it and it’s absolute heaven,” sunghoon says, pointing at the plate that he’d practically licked clean. heeseung nods, and the two of them head out of the living area to the kitchen to serve themselves.

“here, let me come with you. i can get dessert started too,” y/n says, standing up. “i got excited after learning how an oven worked - though i kinda ended up, uh, getting creative with my fire because that was faster - so i ended up making brownies too. anyone up for brownie ice cream?”

soojin and jay’s hands shoot up almost unbelievably quickly.

“wow, those speeds would put kid flash to shame,” sunghoon quips and soojin and jay just ignore him, scrambling to their feet as all of them make their way into the kitchen.

“just wait. you think this dinner and these cookies were good? those brownies put them all to shame,” jay says, pacing back and forth in the kitchen, not looking too unlike his canine companion.

“it seems that you have won the hearts of many, y/n,” heeseung says, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

y/n just looks at him, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. heeseung was the person that she was the least close to - bar sunghoon, but she was warming up pretty quickly to the ‘pretty boy detective’ as jay called him. heeseung, however, wasn’t around mount justice over the past few days that she’d been there for too long and it seemed like he always knew something that no one else did.

he probably did know, though. there was just some aura around him that made him seem incredibly all-knowing and wise.

“uh, y/n? are the brownies in the oven or in the fridge?” sunghoon asks, and y/n is successfully distracted, rushing over to the fridge to pull out the brownies she’d made earlier, flitting from the counter and the fridge to assemble the brownie ice cream.

once everyone had been served their portion (jay was a special exception to the only one brownie rule; super strength required special food sizes was his explanation), the five of them headed back to the couch area, soojin excitedly recounting jake’s proposal plan as well as she could through a mouthful of brownie and ice cream.

“she’s charged up,” sunghoon comments, leaning over to whisper in y/n’s ear. “she’s been pretty excited about this whole proposal thing.”

“i’m not sure if i’m right but it seems to be a hint to jay; i think she’s waiting for him to propose too,” y/n whispers back and sunghoon looks at her with wide eyes.

“really? does jay know that?” he asks and y/n shrugs, spooning ice cream into her mouth.

“i doubt it. i doubt that even soojin knows that how she’s coming across to others. or just me, i guess. it must be a ‘woman’s intuition’ type thing,” she explains, nodding along to whatever soojin was saying so as to appease her excitement.

“speaking of intuition, i have to ask you something, but i’ll ask you later, when there’s no one else here. i don’t want you to feel obligated or pressured into giving an answer because of people being around you,” sunghoon says under his breath, just loud enough for y/n to hear. he looks out of the corner of his eye to see her reaction but she’s surprisingly stoic, nodding just the slightest before jumping back into the conversation.

the little exchange goes unnoticed by jay and soojin but heeseung makes eye contact with sunghoon and tilts his head, almost imperceptive to the untrained eye. sunghoon just blinks and heeseung is appeased. nothing serious. just want to ask her something.

sunghoon was pretty sure that as the most quiet members of the team, heeseung and sunghoon could conduct entire conversations without a single word.

sunghoon had picked that up from eunwoo and heeseung was just…heeseung.

the conversation is interrupted when the zeta tubes announce the presence of the missing team members, jake and yujin.

they hear jake and yujin conversing in low tones before joining the group, setting down their duffel bags (team gear) and backpacks (school gear) before taking a seat on the loveseat opposite sunghoon and y/n.

heeseung looks around the room, with all of the loveseats fully occupied before looking down at his armchair, a soft laugh escaping his lips. and so he was in the armchair. alone. while the loveseats were occupied with duos and couples. huh.

“how is everyone doing today?” yujin asks, breaking the silence that had fallen over the group.

“good! oh, you guys need to try y/n’s cooking - she made dinner and it’s absolutely heavenly,” soojin says, ushering jake and yujin into the kitchen. jake and jay follow her (the latter most definitely going for another helping) but yujin stops when she reaches where y/n is sitting, extending her hand to clasp y/n’s gently.

“hope you’re adjusting well?” she asks and y/n nods, honey practically dripping from her eyes.

“yeah. jay and soojin have been really welcoming. and sunghoon! and heeseung, of course,” y/n adds the last two names hurriedly, bowing her head at the two men. “everyone has been really kind.”

“that’s good to hear,” yujin says with a soft grin before her gaze shifts to sunghoon. “captain? i think that we’ve got a few things that we need to discuss.”

she looks down at where y/n is still holding her hand and reluctantly lets go. “and i think that y/n should be there too. classification omega.”

sunghoon is taken aback. the events of the yacht bridge and chemical factory were strange, most definitely, but he’d expected something along the lines of arkham asylum’s inmates staging some level of a robbery. something more novel. classification IV, at most.

classification omega? that really only meant sunghoon, yujin, and heeseung could be in attendance. not that they couldn’t trust the rest of the team but classification levels were more based on just how much members were willing to give for the team. classification levels were more for the safety of the members, rather than anything else.

so information at that classification level made sunghoon worry but yujin’s expression seems more puzzled than grim so sunghoon just nods, offering y/n an appeasing smile when she looks between the three of them, searching for answers.

“i’ll explain when we get a chance to talk,” yujin says, her gaze fixed on y/n and it’s obvious that the words are meant to put y/n at ease, rather than offer any hints to either of them about what she could’ve possibly discovered in gotham. it seems to work when y/n’s shoulder descend from their tensed state just the slightest.

the other three return, with jake holding an extra plate of dinner for yujin as well and the air in the room turns lighthearted once more. both yujin and y/n seem to turn off the serious mindset they were simmering in as if it were a light switch. but sunghoon is unable to take his mind off of yujin’s words.

his questions are answered even without an explanation when he hears y/n scream just twenty-six minutes later.

[march 19, 20XX, 8:26 p.m.]

[belle rêve prison]

“you heard what?” one of the inmates asks incredulously. icicle sr. shivers, almost as if a chill had run down his spine, and shakes his head, suppressing any sign of fear as he restates what he’d heard that night.

belle rêve prison wasn’t exactly known for its hospitality but there were very few conditions when it came to cold weather that startled icicle sr. - but the reason why it felt as though there was a cold air in the room had nothing to do with temperature.

“i heard the canary scream. cry. whatever those justice freaks call it. but when we got to ace chemical factory, there was nothing there. no canary, nothing. not a single feather on the ground,” icicle sr. grinds out, and to the other inmates, it seems as though he’s angry that he had to repeat himself. but to icicle jr., his son and the newest addition to belle rêve’s top gang, he can see that the grit in his teeth is from pure, unadulterated fear.

which made icicle jr. want to piss his fucking pants.

there was very little that scared his father. so if it scared his father, it sure as hell scared him.

“you heard the cry but you didn’t see the bird?” another inmates says with a cocky expression. his words don’t carry the pomp he tries to convey them with since his voice trembles a bit too much to take him seriously.

“she’s not usually in gotham unless there’s a fight to pick with someone,” another inmate points out. icicle sr. is silent as the prison cafeteria breaks out into a cacophony of different people trying to give their input on what exactly had happened for black canary to appear in gotham all of a sudden.

“dad? you’re kinda quiet,” icicle jr. says and his father side-eyes for a long moment before shaking his head.

“it’s not her. it can’t be her.”

“why?”

“because…it wasn’t her voice. not that voice means anything when that goddamn scream is so loud. but it’s just not her. i know that.”

which meant that there was someone else in gotham who could utilize the canary cry.

[march 19, 20XX, 8:26 p.m.]

[mount justice, happy harbor, rhode island]

sunghoon and yujin burst into a sprint the moment they can. that is, the moment that y/n stops screaming. sunghoon’s thoughts are all over the place as he tries to recon what had just happened.

the team had dispersed into different locations after dinner. jay and soojin had decided to leave mount justice to catch a late night movie while jake had with them when yujin broke the news that some of their findings were classification omega. he’d sulked at first (mostly about having to part from yujin again) but jay had enticed him into coming with them with promises of buying popcorn at the movie theater - as though they hadn’t just had three servings of dinner.

it was just yujin and sunghoon standing in the kitchen while heeseung went to make a call to a friend from atlantis (sunghoon had no clue that atlantis had cellphone reception). the two of them were silent, even though there were many words that had to be shared. it was as though neither of them knew how to share them and they were stuck in a standstill as they waited for y/n to return from the restroom for a quick shower and heeseung from his phone call.

sunghoon had just turned to yujin to ask her what she had found when an ear-piercing scream erupts from where the restroom across y/n’s room was. sunghoon and yujin both stumbled backwards, trying to regain their balance before setting off into a sprint, too many questions in their minds to think straight.

which brought sunghoon to the current moment, where y/n was standing next to her bed, clutching something shiny in her hands, wolf beside her, curled up into a ball of guilt and shame, his ears drooping as he looked up at the grief-stricken y/n.

her lips were still shaped as an ‘o’ as though she wanted to scream but she couldn’t find it within her to do so.

it takes less than three seconds for sunghoon to understand the situation: a) wolf had broken into her room while y/n was showering and had unknowingly destroyed something valuable to her. b) she possessed something valuable to her; something from the other dimension. c) she also had the canary cry - something that sunghoon had never heard of anyone else having besides black canary. d) the glass filled with water on her nightstand had shattered to pieces.

e) y/n faust was in gotham the night of the yacht bridge and ace chemical factory break ins. 

what the hell were they going to do now?

#jnnul #sunghoon fic #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #park sunghoon #enhypen fluff #sunghoon imagines

[hwiyoungies]

game bois

#svtgifs #svtcreations #svtsource #svtdaily #forsvt #fywonwoo #seventeen #seungcheol #wonwoo #i really really need to watch his lives or at least have them in the background #wonder if you can download weverse on the smart tv LMFAO #b.edits

[lexicog]

traitor to the cause forgets national holiday every year KILL HIM

#just realized i wrote may instead of marsh lmao. fuck it #trans day of visibility #trans day of eating food #tdov #tdov 2024 #transgender day of visibility #trans #transgender #lgbt #gay #my art #another year eh #still in pretransition purgatory (get me tf out!!!) #idk man past year's been bad. last time i showered was july i'm goin 9 months strong 9 months weak 9 months decrepit #i manage to go through the motions with not much else in the way of progress. eat sleap shit piss rinse reuse recycle #trans day of eating food is shaky too this year. just found out yesterday i can't eat a snack anymore that i've liked since i was a kid #discovered a new love for green beans though. everything in balance #with my living situation getting more unsafe i've been thinking a lot about asking my neighbor if i can stay with him and his family #cause i don't like... see people other than them anymore so i don't know anyone else i can ask lol #and maybe i can get my shit together and start transitioning if i get out..... it's the least i need to do anyways #at least i gotta ask if he would be willing to oversee my funeral in the event of it cause i do nnnnot trust my next of kin with that shit #go watch youtube “Protecting Trans Bodies in Death” by Caitlin Doughty. contains important info for anyone really but #especially so for the titular transengendered individual #write your will... OK? #it doesn't have to be a bummer do it with a friend make it a girls night boys night hotties sleepover #death mention cw #wish i had more to say on the topic this year that wasn't a downer. i'll see what the next year holds #and hey... if a guy like me isn't giving up a motherfucker like you sure as hell shouldn't... adios & bon voyage my compatriots. SALUTE

[lizeon]

seriously though if you want to look into vtubers, or are looking for new or more vtubers/streamers to watch, or if you're just looking for something to watch in general, please check out the holostars. there's 10 of them in the english branch rn and they've all got such different personalities and senses of humor and streaming styles that its pretty likely you'll find at least one whose streaming content and community you vibe with. plus they're all very close so whenever they collab with each other those streams are always entertaining, and they stream with others outside of stars pretty often as well

since they're part of hololive productions that means they're also virtual idols as well, so if you like music they have several original songs and plenty of covers to check out! (axel and hakka have the most, octavio is catching up to them, and all the others have at least one cover each except ruze and goldbullet, though both of them are in armis' debut original and new year's cover (also i think one of them hinted recently they're working on a cover? but now i cant remember if it was goldie or ruze omg both of them i usually listen to at work so now i cant remember who said it))

also also the second generation, tempus vanguard, are getting their 3D models now, it's very exciting! bettel's showcase was the other day and is a very great example of the kind of show he likes to put on so check that out if you're interested (he was exteremly nervous at the beginning but did hit his stride by halfway through so keep that in mind, haha). flayon and hakka's showcases will be this weekend and are sure to be a blast as well, with shinri's showcase and the celebration collab with all 4 of them (and mostly likely some other guests) are going to be the following weekend!

#there's also 13 members of the japanese branch but since i dont know japanese i dont watch them /as/ much #i'll watch as many special streams as i can (meaning.... when they aren't in the middle of the night or like ass o'clock in the morning) #and also when one of the en boys raids one of the jp boys i'll stick around an amount of time depending on what time it is #but definitely check them out as well they're also all really hardworking and cool. at the very least there TONS more originals #and covers from the jp boys and you dont need to know japanese to appreciate music so definitely give some of them a listen #rikka does have an english version of his first original song re:hello world #so that may be a good place to start (his voice is beautiful. we love rikka) #speaking of ass o'clock the 5th anniversary concert is this saturday at 4am and hhhhhhh #imma try to go to bed early friday so it doesnt suck so much to wake up that early but im def gonna watch that live! #gonna be spending this week looping all their orignals so im more familiar with them cuz ive been slacking on doing that lol #vtuber posting

[a9saga]

i completely forgot that tao from exo used to ask other members to shower with him, which i thought was the most hilarious thing when i was 16.

#most members of exo admitted to having showered with him #he does make a point in that with 12 of them it does save time to shower together #i cant imagine waiting for 11 other people to shower i would definitely not like to be the last in line #that does sound correct i mean it did then but especially now #what i thought was really funny was that most of them would do it #i also think... mm here's the thing #super hot take i know but my first instinct is that i would prefer not showering with other people #i get some people think you have no secrets if you live with someone might as well be naked in front of them #i think i would err on the side of 'i feel like i need my privacy' too bUT but but #i think now at the same time #if i were living with someone who had showered with the majority of the other several people we were living with #i think i could very well be swayed to the idea that showering with said person is the least strange thing one could do #friends... would you shower with tao? nonsexually i mean #you guys dont shower naked do you?? #if i were exo in 2013 i would simply shower w my clothes on #diana and i watched the old episode of happy camp they were on in 2013 today and generally i had a lot of fun #other than glaring at the face of someone who is now sitting in prison whose crimes are totally unrelated to his time in exo #man fuck that guy #anyway #exo #tao #shut up kaily #what is tao from exo up to now anyway is he doing well #he's 30 jesus #he's like a week younger than my brother #i cant believe how young all of exo were when i got into them #i got into exo like the very second he broke his leg and went on hiatus with the group #he played that hiatus very curiously looking back but i hope he's doing better now

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Yall wanna hear about smth? good im gonna rant in the tags anyway

#so :)) my favorite animal hands down is orcas #i happen to live on the east coast. aka like the ONE place in the world where orcas dont like to hang out in #my family has taken a few big vacations to maine over the years and we're going again this year #we also went to the very edge of Canada and this year we're gonna spend more time in Canada #also side note...... every time we've gone to maine we've gone on at least one whale watching trips to see humpbacks #and we have NEVER ONCE SEEN A HUMPBACK. weve seen a minke whale a basking shark a sun fish like 100 dolphins and a million seals #but no humpbacks 😭 but that's why we've been so many times they guarantee that you'll see them so we've only paid for tickets once #anyway. FUN FACT. there is ONE singular loner orca who regularly visits the new england area #his name is old thom :) he's approx 30 feet long :) #from what ive read it seems like he comes down here between may-november and hes seen almost every year #sometimes he hangs out with white sided dolphins which is really interesting bc orcas have been known to eat dolphins #and hes never been seen with another orca which is veryyyyyy uncommon #well. hes been seen in the EXACT. WATER. that we RODE A FERRY THROUGH to get from maine to Canada #he was seen near boston LIKE A MONTH??? before we were in Boston #his whole route is like. the exact waters ive been on or near multiple times. #AND WE'RE GOING BACK THIS YEAR. #I NEED TO SEE HIM!!!!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!!!! I WOULD SOB #so yeah. fun facts :) everyone send good vibes for me to see old thom in maine this year 😡 #gotta go back to work now bye love yall

[thedeadthree]

When you get this, post 5 songs 🎵 you actually listen to. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite people on here. ✨

JESSSSS 🥀🖤🥺 hi dear! i hope your doing well! i am emotional this is the sweetest and ty so much!

1. too dead inside — yeule

2. MICHUUL — duckwrth

3. good intentions — disclosure, miguel

4. kiri — MONORAL

5. CYBERPUNK 2.0.2.0 — HEALTH

#🍁: jess #leviiackrman #TY MY DEAR THIS IS SO FREAKING SWEET IM EMOTIONAL! and so cute to do! 🖤🖤 #edit: i changed the song to kiri from ergo as i listen to that song a lot more! 🖤🖤 #JESSS HAVE U SEEN THE ANIME ERGO PROXY paranoid android is also one of the closing songs for the show! im in love! #that anime has lived in my head rent free since i watched it like? 5 years ago? OBSESSED #i miss it i need to do a rewatch! (or maybe make an oc from it ✨🥴🥀) #I’ve been loving that song for YEARS before that (my dad is really into them!) and hearing it i was like WHAAT ✨🥺 #if you want to stare into a window like ur in a movie too dead inside is the song for you! a fav! #and cyberpunk as well! one of the first songs when i rediscovered health that i listened to! it’s so good! #its on one at least of my cyberpunk and cp ocs playlists ✨😌 #I HAVENT LISTENED TO DISCLOSURE IN YEARS and was at physical therapy and this song came on? now im obsessed? ✨🥺 #michuul makes me think of kendall ✨😌 or griff or adegoke or charlie from body count! ITS JUST SO GOOD #and it’s such a cute song! I’ve been on a d*uckwrth kick lately ✨😌 #if you’ve ever listened to start a riot from the s*piderverse soundtrack that’s his song! 🖤 #leg.txt #leg.asks #t: text