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bunny584 · 3 months

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OBSESSED: SHOKO (feat. The Boys)

A/N: This took an entirely different route than I expected when I first started dribbling it. This was a fun one 🤭

C/W: Cuckholding, Mature, 18+

Fact: You are the hottest woman alive.

Fact: Shoko is no better than a man.

Shoko is no better than a man because she has used you — your pictures, your smile, your tight hugs — as her personal spank bank.

Truthfully, she can’t really pinpoint the moment you broke her brain.

All she remembers is that there was an inflection point in time. Before meeting you. And after meeting you.

And the funniest part of it all is that you two have nothing in common.

Shoko is a sorcerer at Jujutsu Tech. You are a normie at University of Tokyo.

Shoko can count on one hand how many people she can tolerate. People flock to you in droves. And you like it.

Shoko is red wine and cigarettes. You are champagne and birthday cake.

So how the hell did a bubble gum, pretty pink, girly girl, princess work her way into Shoko’s life? And take permanent residence in a little (extremely large) part of her brain?

Not to mention the havoc you are wreaking in her heart. Whatever is left of the cold, shriveled plumbing system keeping her alive.

When was it exactly?

Shoko lights another cigarette on her short 2 mile walk home. You have a habit of making her burn through her vices.

Was it the night you went out dancing?

When the dress you wore made Shoko see God?

You grinded every part of your mind-altering curves on her, and Shoko left sopping wet. At home she immediately reached for her vibrator. Unable to look herself in the eye for a full day after that.

Or maybe it was the time you fell asleep curled up in her lap. Wearing one of her old ratty softball shirts, smelling like her shampoo. Small, rhythmic breaths flowing from your lips.

You looked like the missing puzzle piece in Shoko’s life.

No, no.

It’s definitely was the time you came barreling into her apartment with balloons and flowers and cupcakes that were too sweet. All because Shoko had finally mastered her reversed curse technique before the prodigal sons.

You can barely even grasp the concept of curses. And why would you?

A soft, gentle soul like you couldn’t muster enough negativity to form a curse.

You live in the clouds. Among the angels. You can’t see curses and yet — somehow —you’re the most supernatural person in any room.

She’s completely, fully, idiotically smitten with you.

And so is everybody else.

You pretty, unaware little thing. You have the two strongest sorcerers at Jujutsu Tech and their personal medic wrapped around your dainty fingers and you have no idea.

Suguru? He stares. Vision sharper than a hawk. He watches you talk, eat, walk, text, think. Suguru anticipates your next breath and would kiss oxygen into your mouth if he could. Even still, despite how taken he is, Suguru is the best at concealing his puppy love.

Satoru is the absolute worst.

Limitless goes off the second you step into a room. And Satoru rarely clicks off his technique otherwise. Even when it’s just Shoko or Suguru around.

He all but chains you to his body. He’s always lifting you, hugging you, carrying you, holding your hand, holding your hair. Satoru would crawl inside of your body and live there, if he could.

Then there’s Shoko.

Who seethes when anyone looks your way. But also masturbates to the thought of other people touching you.

A fucking mess of a conundrum, right?

The first time it happened was about 8 months ago. Definitely one too many glasses of Cabernet were poured. You two were gabbing on the phone. Exchanging the best and worst sex you’ve had to date.

And you. In that melodic, breathy, gossamer thin voice of yours that belongs in Heaven’s choir started saying the dirtiest things. About how cock-drunk you were. How you begged and pleaded for more. Swallowed cum like it was your only sustenance. And squirted all over your lover, only to kiss it off his face after.

Shoko touched herself until she came right then and there. On the phone. You unknowingly talking her through her one of the most satisfying orgasms of her life.

Since then it’s been a horrible habit she’s given into time and time again.

And who’s to say? Maybe it’s from constantly being in the shadows of Suguru’s Sun and Satoru’s Moon that there’s comfort in watching from the side lines?

Maybe she’s found the sweet pleasure in that pain and it’s manifested as her lust for others having their way with you? And her blind infatuation with you?

No, wait.

Not blind.

With you it’s like she has the Six Eyes. And with you, so does everyone else.

Shoko drags in a long, exasperated breath. Pausing just outside her apartment entrance, stomping out the last of her menthol.

If the time she spent mulling over you in her mind could be converted caloric energy - she’d be a supermodel by now.

Whatever.

Today’s the best day of the week. Friday.

Which means when Shoko opens her door, you’re going to be fussing about the kitchen. Cooking some kind of dessert for Movie Night.

The Boys usually trip over themselves getting to Shoko’s apartment after classes. But there’s always an idyllic 15 minutes where Shoko has you all to herself.

15 minutes in Heaven. Like she’s a damn middle school girl.

Shoko opens her door and nearly flatlines.

You’re evil.

An evil, mean, cruel tease.

You KNOW anyone with eyes would have a stroke at the site of you.

Fully bent over at the waist, rummaging through pots and pans. Not a single blemish on your silky smooth skin. Your lilac boy shorts could not BE any tighter. And of course, they’re just short enough to not cover the plump shelf of your lower ass cheeks.

Shoko’s hands start twitching. Like she’s going through withdrawal.

You pop back up with a triumphant “there it is!” An empty small pot in your hands. And Shoko thinks she’ll have to add a heart attack to her growing list of ailments.

Your matching lilac tank top is egregiously and deliciously small. The sliver of tummy between the hem of the top and waist of your shorts could bring civilizations to collapse.

Not to mention that the apartment is cold. And your nipples are so painfully responsive.

Sin.

You are sin.

Wrapped in the most beautiful frame of a woman.

“Babe!! You’re already home. I let myself in because the icing for these cupcakes takes forever to get right.”

You flash your Colgate smile, ensnaring Shoko in your trap.

“You’re going to give Satoru and Suguru a heart attack.” Her, you’re going to give her a heart attack.

“Hmm? Why do you say that?” So non-chalant. So oblivious.

Shoko gestures to your outfit. Attempting to mirror your nonchalance. But, ironically, she can feel her face tumbling down the descending shades of red.

Genuine confusion weaves though your features and she almost screams.

“Shoko please. You know they don’t see me that way!”

Everyone, gorgeous. EVERYONE. Sees you that way.

Before she could edge another word out, the familiar hum of Limitless buzzing inward splits Shoko’s thoughts in half.

Dammit, they’re early.

“Daddy’s Home!”

Satoru charges straight at you because of course he would.

“Satoru!!!” You’re a plaything in his arms. Legs tightening around his waist.

Shoko would pay an inordinate amount of money to trade places with him.

She watches through an envy-green screen. How easily Satoru spins you and tosses you on the kitchen counter. Situating himself between your soft thighs.

How would your body bounce against his hips thrusting into you?

“You have to taste this, pretty boy.”

Tsk. He’s not THAT pretty.

Both Shoko and Suguru watch through parted lips as you shove half a cupcake into Satoru’s mouth. Neither of you miss how his tongue flicks between your fingers. Or how his hips lean closer to your barely clothed flower.

He lets out an exaggerated groan. “Fucking, perfect. I could eat your cupcake..all night.”

“You perv.”

You laugh and shove Satoru back from between your legs. Then turn in Shoko’s direction.

Silently curving your index finger forward, you beckon. Both Shoko and Suguru start toward you like well-trained, love-struck pets.

“No pouting Suguru, you’re pretty too. And up next.”

And Shoko’s shoulders sink like the child who is picked last for dodge ball teams.

Her eyes trail Suguru’s back - wishing to every God she was born with a technique allowing her to take over a host’s body.

“Me next.” He settles between your legs.

Suguru, the master of subtlety. Everyone but you can pick up on the strain in his baritone.

There’s something so painfully sensual about the way he grips both of your thighs. Your skin is so smooth, so pliant under his large hands. Waiting on your fingers to invade his mouth.

How pretty would your lips look like wrapped around his fingers? Do your cheeks hollow out when you suck on something larger?

Shoko crosses her right foot over the left. As if jamming her thighs together would stop the growing pool of lust between her legs.

“Alright babe, best for last. I have something for you too.”

Suguru takes his time pulling away from the warmth of your core. And Shoko has to strap her mind to her body to keep from sprinting at you.

Eventually, she nestles between your legs and is at eye level with your pert nipples. Immediately caught in a trance. So close to her mouth.

“Blushing so much!” Your thumb pulls Shoko’s focus back to earth.

Blushing so much because she wants to watch her best friends fuck you. Then lick your cunt clean after they’re done.

“I’m not, what’s my surprise?”

“So demanding.” You giggle. Your palm takes away Shoko’s view of your perky, hard nipples.

“Open.”

Shoko’s jaw hangs at your command. Cold glass hits her lips before the full bodied, decadent Cabernet does.

Red wine. Because she hates sweets.

You’re as thoughtful as you are beautiful and everything you do is a turn on.

“Mmmm,” Shoko hums and you gift her vision back.

“Amazing, right?” You take your own sip, maintaining eye contact.

Shoko’s eyes fall to your lips. And how you roll the wine over your tongue. Savoring each drop.

How would your tongue feel rolling around her mouth? Her neck? Her nipple? What kind of sounds would you make if her tongue rolled around your petals? Your clit? What do you taste—

“Movie time?” You break Satoru, Suguru and Shoko’s daze.

All three of them scramble around you. Grabbing your cupcakes, snacks and wine to settle in on Shoko’s huge sectional couch.

You drape your body over Satoru and Suguru’s lap. A little loose limbed kitten. Shoko situates herself on the long arm of her chair.

Far enough to drown into her own spiral. Close enough to register everything you do in the the most permanent part of her mind.

You nuzzle your cheek into Suguru’s thigh. His forearm immediately drops in front of his crotch. Undoubtedly to avoid spearing you with his manhood.

“Play with my hair, Suguru?”

“Yes. Of course.”

His free hand weaves into your hair. The soft, decadent moan you exhale sent visible shudders down their spines.

Shoko’s eyes laser to Satoru’s hands. His eyes haven’t touched the screen since the movie began. His grasp encompasses your entire back thighs. Slowly gliding them up to the delicate mounds of your ass.

“God that feels amazing.”

Satoru’s Adams Apple drags along the column of his throat. “Yeah?”

“So good.”

You deepen the arch in your back and the physical restraint Satoru imposes on himself is visible.

The only person watching the movie is you.

And the room tilts on its axis the moment you melt deeper into the boys’ hands. Their names, quiet praise, seep from your lips.

Satoru and Suguru exchange hooded gazes.

As if to commiserate about how fucking hot you are. And how it’s taking active awareness of every single muscle to not do vulgar things to you.

Not even a backward glance Shoko’s way.

Again.

Leaving Shoko out of the conversation. Again.

She angrily tosses a blanket over her lap. Frustration bubbling up her throat. Her fingers clumsily fumble with her zipper. She’s pissed. Angry. Fucking jealous.

And so turned on she might crawl out of her skin if she doesn’t touch herself this goddamn second.

Shoko’s fingers are ice cold against her warm, wet clit. It’s agonizing. How incredible the pressure feels.

You look delicious. So small between their laps. Far too tiny to handle them both.

But God it would be so hot.

It would be so fucking hot. To watch you choke all over Suguru’s cock. Slobber into his lap. All while Satoru bullies his length into your soft, dewy pussy. Helpless. Overstimulated.

Getting used like the pretty Barbie doll you are.

And the way they touch you, so brazenly, in front of her.

Like Shoko’s presence isn’t even remotely threatening. She isn’t any competition for their big hands and broad shoulders. Masculine frames. That’s why she’s just sitting there. Pathetic. Rubbing herself dumb just watching.

She would be so happy, so fucking eager to lap you clean. Pet your swollen, abused folds when they’re done with you. Hump a pillow while she sucks your nipples. You’d moan and whine and squirm under her touch.

Would you beg? Or laugh at how pitiful she is? Getting off to remnants of you when the Boys have had their way?

Shoko accidentally choking on her own drool draws almost everyone’s attention to her. The hand that was molesting her sensitive bud freezes.

Suguru’s eyes flicker back down to you, sleeping beauty.

Their coordinated touch lulled you to bed. Satoru’s eyes linger on Shoko long enough to make her simmer under his gaze. She blinks back to the movie, credits now scrolling up the screen.

How long was Shoko day dreaming?

“Let’s get her to bed.” Suguru gently pulls you onto his chest. You sleepily drape your arms around his neck.

Satoru follows close behind him into Shoko’s room. Because putting the smallest little kitten to bed is a two person job.

Shoko scrambles to zip up her pants and swipe the last of her arousal on the blanket. She gets to the doorway and watches the Boys dote over you in a way that makes them slightly more endearing.

You wake up long enough to murmur goodnight. Floating your arms in the air so the boys can bring their hugs to you. Both of them place quick pecks on your forehead. Leaving you with the cutest, most content smile on your sleepy face.

At least Suguru can hold it together. He weaves out of Shoko’s room quickly.

Satoru, however, keeps stopping along the 10 foot pace to the doorway to just stare. As if a monster from your nightmares will pop up the second he leaves you alone.

Shoko snorts, arms crossing her chest. “Put it back in your pants, yes?”

“Look who is talking.” Sly grin pulls across Satoru’s perfect, blinding teeth. Shoko could punch him right now.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Ieiri. I have the fucking six eyes. What do you think I’m talking about.”

Satoru wires around Shoko’s stunned body.

He and Suguru are out of her apartment before she can bat her eyelashes 5 times.

Shoko all but sprints to the kitchen. She gulps the rest of her red wine. Something. Anything to burn Satoru’s comment out of her mind. And to put out the desperate flame between her legs.

You’re in her bed.

She’s just been masturbating watching her two best friends touch you.

One of her best friends is FULLY aware of this all.

Her hands shakenly pour another, head sized glass of Cabernet. Which is doing absolutely nothing for how lusty she feels right now. And everything to destroy her self control.

Why does she have to sit on the sidelines?

Why do they get access to you that she doesn’t?

She downs the last few drops of red wine. Storming back to her room. She’s going to confront this once and for all.

You’re strewn over her bed like a silk scarf. Rolling, tender hills of flesh. Valleys of feminine curves. Shoko grips both of your dainty wrists. Tossing you onto your back.

Sleepy groans bubble out of you. Your eyes lazily slide open. Not an ounce of concern on your face. Full of trust. Even though Shoko is glaring down at you like she wants to crawl in your skin.

“Bad dream?”

“No.” Shoko is kurt. Angry. Jealous.

“What is it?”

“I just…” Moonlight is kissing your face in the way Shoko wants to.

“T-The boys,” Your eyes flutter expectantly. Nose crinkling in fuzzy confusion.

“The-the boys always get to touch you. And pick you up. And tuck you in. And kiss you. And-and I-im just…”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

Shoko hears her heart stop beating.

What did you just ask? So casually. As if you didn’t just catapult her into another dimension.

“H-huh? What?” Shoko didn’t hear you right.

There’s no way.

“I asked if you want to kiss me.” Something other than innocence lines your voice. And it pets Shoko’s flame

“I—I uh. M-. Yes.”

“So kiss me.”

Only one second of shocked hesitation passes before Shoko crashes her lips into yours.

Of course your lips taste like this. Marshmallow soft. Cotton candy sweet. Mini explosions of pleasure surge in all directions of her body.

“God,” Shoko groans, bringing the back of your head impossibly closer to her.

Melting into the soft hills and rolls of your sweet tongue. Shoko whines into your mouth like the desperate puppy she is. She’s drunk. Intoxicated. And it has nothing to do with the wine.

Do you know that?

Have you always known?

How does anyone ever make it out of their embrace with you with their wits about them?

“Baby,” you sigh into Shoko’s swollen lips.

Her hands tremble against your waist. Twitching to explore. Dying to map every inch of your body.

She lets out little, staccato moans of protest when you pull away.

“Feel better?”

Your starry eyes sparkle between Shoko’s. Sleepy, pretty smile playing on your puffy lips.

Shoko nods wordlessly. You’ve already stolen her logic and her heart. Might as well add her voice to the list.

You place a chaste kiss on Shoko’s lips before cocooning underneath the sheets.

Like you didn’t just make her fall in love.

“Goodnight, baby.”

PART. II

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gglitch1dd · 4 months

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Anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts on Pro Hero Deku falling for villain or former one? Please feel free to delete this if this wasn’t what you meant earlier

Love and Villainry.

Hero Midoriya Izuku x villain Reader

Honestly wasn’t sure how to write this one but I hope it does this justice.

Note: Dad for One (AFO is Izuku’s dad), hinted passions.

When the alert went out and Midoriya saw who the villain was, his breath got caught up in his throat. He felt like he could barely breathe.

You were on the loose again.

It was something Midoriya found so overwhelmingly annoying that at most times he’d rather send his side kicks to go and deal with you then to deal with you himself….

however that would mean not interacting with you and that would be a real shame if he didn’t at least give you one of his stern talkings. It was his favourite part of his week.

Midoriya quickly raced to pull on his gloves.

“Deku.”

The sound of the voice of Bakugou Katsuki annoyed him more than anything else. Midoriya would whole heartedly rather pluck every freckle from his body than listen to Bakugou speak for more than a few seconds tolerable.

Midoriya let out a sigh as he turned to look at the blond sidekick next to him. “Yes, kacchan?” He asked.

Bakugou had his arms folded over his chest as he looked at him. “You don’t mind if I take Ochaco out to that one place on Horikoshi Avenue do you? The one that sells the breadsticks she likes?” The question made a heavy bile of anger and disgust build up in MIdoriya’s throat, almost making him feel sick. “I mean, I just figured that since you took her there and you said she liked it, it might be a better experiance with me.” Bakugou leaned against the door of his locker.

Of course Midoriya minded, the only thing about it was that he couldn’t exactly do anything about it. Ochaco was his ex-girlfriend, specifically ex because she cheated on him with said blond hero. If there was one thing that Midoriya hated most in the world it would probably be Bakugou Katsuki and then his own life.

He thought life would be better with the quirk from All Might. He would be strong and no one would bully him ever again. He would be able to achieve his dreams and maybe… just maybe be a bit more desirable to others.

But ever since UA, life has been anything but what he had hopped for. He had a great quirk and sure he was nice. The perfect example for a hero but it all amounted to nothing when the girl he had liked for years ended up cheating on him with someone he thought he was on relatively decent terms with now to consider a friend. It all felt for nothing when most of the friends he had made in high school seemed too busy with hero work or supporting Ochaco and her “expressing her sexuality”. It didn’t matter that no matter how hard he tried he had not reached number one hero status yet because the Bakugou’s just so happen to be one of the biggest sponsors for hero events. Life only got worse when his sweet mother got sick and was now in hospital causing for Midoriya to work four times as hard and twice as man shifts to cover her medical bills.

Midoriya sighed as he closed his locker and pressed the button on his gloves. His hero cape came flying onto is shoulders, latching on and staying there. “Do whatever you want Kacchan.” He spoke as he left out of the room heading out to the closest exit.

Midoriya always knew when and where to find you. He had studied you enouugh to know that by the time he got to the jewellery store that you had just robbed it would have been too late to catch you.

Your quirk was a powerful one, which didn’t make sense to why on earth you were doing petty roberies and thievery. However, if it meant he got to see you more, he couldn’t exactly complain.

Midoriya landed on the roof top of the building with a heavy thud. It was the dead of night and there was something heavy in the air like always.

He looked around the top of the building eyes scanning the area. “You know, I’m starting to think hide and seek is one of your favourite games.” He commented as he was all by himself.

MIdoriya was vigilant and he was smart. WHich was why it didn’t take much for him to flick his wrist towards you, blackwhip used, and you were being pulled towards him out of the shadows and darkness. You were thrusted into his chest, contained by his quirk.

You looked up at him with a sultry look and a smirk on your face. “It seems as though you love to catch me, little hero.” You teased as you allowed him to keep you captive.

“Keeps me busy.” He shrugged with a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. His dark green eyes were trapped on you almost as if he was hipnotised, as if he couldn’t see anything past you and nothing before you. He had to use every part of his body not to lean down and kiss you.

You chuckled at his self control. “Hero work not keeping you busy, Deku?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. “You know with your quirk you can easily-”

“Don’t even try it.” He reminded you. His quirk disipated as you were left free. He simply opened his palm.

You pouted as you looked at him. “Its so unfair that you always think I’m up to no good.” You stated as you moved a step closer to him, an innocently. You put a hand to his chest and another one felt up his arm and his large bicep. “How could I ever compete with such a big and strong man like you?” You asked softly as you looked up to him, your kisses aimed at his neck.

Midoriya let out a stuttered breath as his eyes nearly rolled back as your kisses turned hot as you sucked at his skin. He had to stay focused, but it was so hard when you had your body pressed up against him and your mouth on him.

“Don’t you want to take something else…” You started as you whispered into his ear, one hand moving to direct his hand between your thighs. “Little hero?” You breathed.

Midoriya swallowed down hard, his own morals and responsibilities fighting against his lust and obsession of you. He dragged a hand up your body, moving up and over your sternum. He watched your body shiver as he moved one of his large gloved hands to wrap around your neck. A playful squeeze went to your neck nearly making you bite back a moan as you stared up at him.

“Y/N…” He started speaking. Then right in front of you in his free hand was the diamond necklace and bracelet you had been hiding on your person. Your eyes widened in surprise. He looked down at you almost disappointed. He shook his head with a tsk. “If you want to get into my pants you’ll have to try harder than that, next time.”

He let go of you and turned to put the stolen items in his utility belt. You chuckled as you nodded. “Alright then. Although with your intelligence and skill I really think your wasting your life.”

Midoriya chuckled as he shook his head. “Coming from the villain? Remind me who is keeping you out of jail and putting food in your stomach?” He asked snarkly.

You weren’t bothered by his anger or attitude. “I’m serious, Midoriya. You deserve better.” You informed him. “You know that All for One will welcome you with open arms if you decide to.” At the mention of the infamous villain Midoriya sucked in a breath and looked away from you. “He’s your father."

“He is a man that just so happens to have taken part in my conception and that is all.” Midoriya corrected to you to his own personal view of the matter.

You let out a heavy breath as you walked over closer to him. “How’s your mother?” You asked softly.

He was silent for a moment as he looked out at the city. “Hanging in there.” He whispered.

You were careful but you placed your hand on his back, Placing in front of him you puta rather thick envelope.

MIdoriya hesitated as he started to shake his head. “Y/N-”

“It’s for you and it’s clean. i made sure.” You whispered to him. “Take care of yourself MIdoriya. If you wont let me do it in the way I want to, at least take this.”

Midoriya was speechless as he looked down at you. The green haired hero didn’t say a word as he moved one hand to the side of your face, leaning down to kiss you. You happily accepted as you kissed him back, wholeheartedly.

Midoriya closed his eyes as he moved back, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.” He whispered.

You smiled. “Anything for you, Izuku.”

-Glitch1d

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lazycats-stuff · 3 months

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Hello author. I hope your having a splendid day

May I request a reader x batfamily ( a year younger than Damian)

They are a Demi god of lightning and electricity.

He has been having a hard time with cases and failing and stuff like that, too much pressure. And he’s kind of hitting his breaking point.

So during a fight with a villain, alone. The villain corrupts the reader and makes him evil.

For a few months he became a villain and barely anyone could stop him. The batfamily at first didn’t know it was him but during a mission that was orders by the villain that corrupted him, to kill Althea (your oc) but Althea got away with injures but saw his face and told her mom and her mom told bats.

So with this new information the batfamily were more devastated .

With the help of the justice league the batfamily are in a show down with the reader, somewhere near a cliff and they fight and while also talking about their memories together. Reader was too powerful though and restrains everyone with use his electricity. His eyes are red and with dead eyes he walks towards any batfamily member of your choice and was about to deliver the final blow before the bat member looks at them and says ‘ I love you, my son/little brother’ reader hesitates and his eyes widens and filled with tears, the red disappearing.

He’s of course confused and disoriented, he steps back and not notices the cliff. His mind coming back to me as he slowly lets his restaions of the others disappear. He steps back near the cliff and looks back into the abyss and back at his family and friends. With regret and a messed up mind right now thinking he won’t be forgiven, he purposely steps back and fall down the cliff. No one was fast enough to stop his fall and he dies.

They retrieve his body and they’re just depressed and stuff for a while hut Damian won’t allow his only little sibling to die and takes his body to talia and he gets revived back. when he brings unconscious reader back, the batfamily are upset at him for doing a dangerous act but happy that it went well.

Sorry it’s too long.

Hi anon, I hope you have have a splendid day too. Also, don't worry about the length. Lets go.

Summary: (Y/N) gets taken and is broken. The family has to save him.

Warnings: angst, fluff, SUICIDE- read at your own risk everyone!, near death of another character, the fam is suffering...

(Y/N) Wayne, the youngest child in the family and the only child who isn't really human. He is a demigod you see, a demigod of lighting and electricity. I think you can guess that his biological dad is Zeus. Because of it, he got close to Wonder Woman her daughter, Althea. He liked them both and he didn't mind hanging out with them.

He was a good detective too. Bruce was happy and proud, but made sure he wasn't over working himself and neglecting himself like, ahem, Tim. He was different from the rest of the family too. He didn't really have a traumatic past. His mom left him, but the Justice League and Bruce took care of him.

He was really close with his brothers too. Jason and Dick made sure he didn't overwork himself, Tim was fascinated with his powers and how they worked and Damian liked to just hang out with him in general. (Y/N) is the only person he liked and tolerated.

But times have shifted a little bit. (Y/N) was overworked and he was just dead inside. The pressure to solve the cases was piling and piling on and while (Y/N) knew that Bruce wouldn't mind if he took a break, he knew it wouldn't fit his own image. He would be disappointed in him, although not outwardly, inwardly.

He was nearing his breaking his point. He hid it well from the others, not wanting to disappoint them or worry them. He worked himself to the bone, closing in and refusing to open up. He knew he needed to do this and solve this. These cases need to be solved one way or another.

One way or another. It was time to get this shit over with and to do this as best as he can. He needs to get as far away from this pressure and from this breaking point as soon as possible. ASAP. Bruce explained to him that whenever he is nearing that point, he should take a break, but there are people depending him to solve this shit.

(Y/N) hated this shit more than anything else in the world. He really wanted to get this over with. Frustration, anger, sadness... He really wants to feel happy...

Is that so wrong to feel and wish for.

(Y/N) knew that he had to tell someone. Maybe Wonder Woman and Althea would be a better option to talk to, but those two were raised as warriors and they probably don't put emotions on the first place. Mental health is a difficult area to navigate. (Y/N) didn't even sleep from time to time, for a few days, school also being a big overwhelming factor in this stuff. He had good grades, not a straight A student, but still a good student. That was more than enough for Bruce who simply says to do your best in school.

If (Y/N)'s grades dropped, then Bruce would've caught on. Really caught on and he would force (Y/N) to stop with the cases and patrol.

(Y/N) knew it was a bad idea to do this. But there was nobody to help him in this fight. It's said that every single batkid has his own villains. Well, (Y/N) could fricking confirm it. This bastard was a pain in his ass for him and for the rest of the family. (Y/N) was thrown into the wall and he grunted as he tried to get up.

It was difficult, but he managed to do it.

He glared at the villain, clenching his fist. He could feel electricity coursing through his veins, out right refusing to back down. He could feel his eyes turning electric blue. The villain used his powers to disappear into the shadows, making (Y/N) scowl.

" Did you really come here alone? " The villain said from the shadows, making (Y/N) look around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. He really didn't like this at all.

" That is brave. Coming here alone to face me. " (Y/N) scowled more as he heard mocking tone in his voice, knowing that facing alone this type of villain is not good and not advisable. (Y/N) threw some electricity at the villain.

He didn't know whether or not he has hit him, but he moved, not wanting to stay somewhere where he could be a sitting duck and more so an easy target for the villain. Shadow and darkness is a scary place and although his family could often be found in it, (Y/N) thought of them as some sort of beacons of light. Sure, they were dark figures, but they were bringing hope and justice.

That sounds like a paradox or oxymoron, but it was true. But being a person in the darkness and shadows and being evil... Yeah... Not good. Really not good.

(Y/N) turned his head when he heard something behind him, but that was a distraction. The real blow came from the front, leaving (Y/N) no time to react as he was thrown into the darkness and into the shadows. (Y/N) couldn't get his bearings together and he was panicking now. He had to get out of this cloud of darkness. He really had to.

He had to.

He started walking, hands reaching out to try and feel where a wall is. Everything was dark and he had no idea where he was going. One guess would be hell, one would be the exit for this stupid building. (Y/N) hoped that he was on his way to the exit, but hey, you can't have it all, can you?

(Y/N) pushed on, but screamed only a few moments later when the shadows pulled him in, invading his mind, breaking through his defenses easily. NO! Fighting was futile though, (Y/N) knew it. (Y/N) knew that very well.

" Just surrender. It will be easier. " The voice said and (Y/N) knew that he couldn't fight and with the last bit of resistance, (Y/N) allowed the darkness to take over his mind.

For now, it was over.

The entire family was loosing their collective minds and their shit. Each in their own way. Some were silent, but some were more emotional and taking it out on criminals. Ahem, Jason. Bruce was quiet and worked non stop to to find his youngest son, his child. Alfred was on the verge of killing someone.

It was difficult to even function normally without their family member. Also, there is another problem on the horizon. A new villain was on the prowl and he was good. Bruce saw he had a lot of training that was far too good for some amateur.

What the hell is going on here?

Bruce was overworked and asked Wonder Woman and Superman to try to locate this new villain because his son was a far more bigger priority than some stupid villain coming to their scene so to speak. Bruce had no time or patience for it.

If only Bruce knew.

Wonder Woman and Superman were doing a good job at tracking the new villain, making sure to communicate with Batman and offer comfort whenever they could. They would often see their nephews, trying to bring some comfort to the poor boys who lost their brother.

For a few months, there were no clues, nothing. Not about a new villain, not about (Y/N) either. Bruce was on the edge of an abyss and he can't do anything to stop himself from going over the edge. A little push was needed and then he would be long gone in that aspect.

The entire batfamily was at the Justice League HQ, looking through intel. Wonder Woman and Superman were in the middle of presenting the intel they managed to obtain when Althea burst through the doors, falling down on her knees, making Wonder Woman gasp before running towards her daughter.

" Althea! " She said, clearly worried and Bruce walked up to the duo, trying to see if Althea is okay.

" Mom, it's (Y/N)... " She said before coughing up more blood, making the inside of her mouth red.

" What about (Y/N)? " Bruce asked quickly, hoping she would stay awake and conscience long enough for him to know. Everyone was waiting patiently for Althea to start.

" (Y/N) is the villain. " She said, coughing even more and Wonder Woman picked her up and ran towards the medical wing of the HQ.

When Wonder Woman left, the room was shrouded in silence. Tense and palpable. Bruce had to sit down. No. No. (Y/N) couldn't have... Dick wiped his eyes as he started crying softly. Bruce broke out of his trance and quickly hugged his sons in a big group hug.

" I know... " Bruce said, pausing to compose himself. " But now we know that (Y/N) is alive. He is somewhat okay. " Bruce said as he swallowed with a bit of difficulty.

(Y/N) was alive. (Y/N) IS alive. They will bring their brother and son home. No matter what.

Well, (Y/N) got stronger during his kidnapping. His eyes were red and nobody could even get close to him. Tim and Dick were unable to move from being restrained by electricity and the other three members were trying everything they could fricking think of. Everything. They have tried to awake his memories. From when he was little, from when they did stupid pranks... Anything they could think of.

Nothing worked.

Soon enough, everyone was restrained with electricity and (Y/N) looked like he was going to kill them. Bruce watched his son as he walked over to him, ready to finish him. Bruce watched in silence as (Y/N) was ready to kill him. But there was one thing that they didn't try just yet.

Bruce watched as his son raised his fist up, ready to strike. Ready to kill.

" I love you son. " Bruce said as he smile and (Y/N) stopped.

The red was gone. The red was gone! Bruce smiled even more and the boys were waiting with a baited breath as to what would (Y/N) do. They didn't expect the tears. But by God, it was a sight they were hoping.

The shadow chains were getting broken.

(Y/N) was slowly moving backwards, going to the edge of the cliff, hands gripping his hair and head. Everything was coming back to him... What he did to Althea... His brothers... His dad, father.... What he did when he was under the villain's control...

(Y/N) looked back at the edge of a cliff, seeing the waves crash at the hard stone... Usually, (Y/N) would love to watch it, just to relax. But now, (Y/N) only sees the dark abyss. Everyone at one point is just standing at the edge of that abyss and then, sometimes, the abyss blinks back at you.

He glanced back at his family, who were out of the restraints, just waiting for (Y/N) to say something. (Y/N) couldn't really see their faces due to tears, but he did wonder one single thing.

Would they forgive him? Would Althea forgive him?

(Y/N) shook his head as he took another backwards, he could feel the edge, right at his heels. His mind was in shambles, ruins... He wouldn't be forgiven...

He knew that his family wouldn't forgive him. But Althea might kill him... (Y/N) looked back at his family once more, one last time. He swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment.

" I'm sorry. "

Bruce's eyes widened and he knew exactly what he was going to do and he got up and ran towards (Y/N), but it was too late. (Y/N) took a step over the edge, falling backwards into the waves and onto the hard rocks. Bruce leapt forward, hands grabbing the edge, but it was too late.

Bruce watched his son laying down there, waves washing over him. Bruce closed his eyes as he heard a scream behind him and then there was sobbing. Bruce looked up towards the sky, which opened up and Bruce for a moment thought that the sky was crying over their son.

The boys were destroyed and Bruce was destroyed with them... Oh God... Alfred will be destroyed too... Bruce allowed his tears to fall, and those tears were mixed with the rain.

Bruce swore that someone came in and took a part of soul. Just took it and ripped it out of his chest. A part of his heart was also taken and shattered. He look back at his sons, quickly grouping them into a hug, wanting to give them as much comfort as he can.

" Why? " Damian asked, shaken to his core.

" He said he was sorry... He thought we wouldn't forgive him... " Bruce said, burying his face into Damian's hair.

The boys all cried, crying out for their brother. Their souls and hearts were shattered too.

The world seemed to cry for (Y/N) Wayne.

Unfortunately, they couldn't bury (Y/N) just yet. They had to make sure that there were no restraints on his mind and body... And maybe they weren't ready to bury him just yet. They all hoped for a miracle to happen. Maybe (Y/N) would wake up and just be hey guys... But they all knew that wouldn't happen.

They were all grieving for (Y/N) in their own ways, but Damian was hurting the most. He was thinking about (Y/N) all the time and he cried alone in his room, thinking about his brother. The house was silent and there was no way it could ever be the same.

Damian thought about his grandfather and the Lazarus pit... Maybe... Just maybe...

The way back was easier than the way to Lazarus pit. Talia didn't expect him to come, especially not with his younger brother, well, half brother but still. Talia met (Y/N) and she did like him. She didn't know what happened, but she felt bad for the poor boy. She also didn't expect that Damian would want to use the pit, but she wasn't going to stop him.

She helped him put (Y/N) in the pit, waiting and watching. The color was coming back to his cheeks. There was that infamous white streak in his hair... Damian watched with a bated breath, hoping it would work.

After a few minutes, they checked for a pulse. Damian sighed in relief as he felt a pulse. His brother was alive... He is alive.... Talia watched as Damian took (Y/N) into his arms, lifting him out of the water, hugging him tightly.

She left the two brothers alone, allowing Damian to have a moment to get himself ready. He had to go back home...

As said before, the way back was easier and oddly enough, he made it just in time for dinner. He didn't question it and walked through, carrying his now alive brother.

Bruce spat out his water and the rest paled. There was (Y/N), but he looked like he was sleeping. He had more color than he had...

" Damian, " Bruce started as he stood up, not sure what more to say. The rest was quiet. " What did you do? "

" I used the Lazarus pit. "

That sentence... Bruce's eyes widened as he walked closer to his now alive son... He took (Y/N) into his arms, trying not to cry. (Y/N) was alive... He is alive.

" Lets put him to bed. " Bruce said with a strain in his voice. The other 3 boys jumped from their seats to really see if their brother is really alive.

(Y/N) was alive... They all cried softly as they realized that (Y/N) was alive... (Y/N) is alive!

They were happy, but mad at the same time since Damian didn't tell anyone of them what the hell he was planning. But they were happy and maybe their family could be whole again, once more.

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Sorry, Right Number | Chapter 20 (end)

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, sex joke, mention of death

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

word count: 3,740

screenshot count: 12

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You squeeze your eyes shut in pain as you quickly wake up. The pain medication the nurse administered hours ago wearing off again, shocking your system awake. You can hear the once gentle rhythmic beeping of your heart rate speed up ever so slightly, a tale-tell sign that you’re still in the hospital. You hear some shuffling around beside you.

“Topher, if you use that call button again, I will hurt you.” Your voice croaks. You’ve barely used it the entire time you’ve been in the hospital.

“You’re in pain, Y/n,” He says softly, hovering his hand over the call button.

“I want to be awake for more than 20 minutes, Chan. That car didn’t kill me, being in pain for an hour surely won’t.” You groan, trying to slightly adjust your position in your hospital bed.

“That’s not funny,” He says seriously. You crack your left eye open to find Chan pouting while leaning back in his chair.

“Damn, guess I broke my funny bone in the accident,” You laugh, immediately wincing in pain. Chan sits up quickly, just watching you, not sure how to help. He’d take your pain away from you if he could.

But he can’t do anything, no matter how much he wants to. He can't say anything publically no matter how much he wants to in regards to your relationship and what happened to you. He can't get the people who are saying nasty things about you online to stop. He can't find Hana and make her hurt as much as you are right now. And because of all that, he feels guilty.

"Why do you keep making jokes?." He asks calmly, confused about how you could be joking around like your life wasn't turned upside down.

"Because I want to see you smile," You shut your eyes in pain again as you try to adjust your body, "And if I don't joke, I will cry and get so fucking angry." Chan gets up from his seat and helps you sit up, using the remote to move the bed for you.

"I'm not smiling while you're laid up in a hospital bed because of me." He says quietly as he helps you with your pillows.

"How about a quickie?" You joke.

"What is wrong with you?" You watch as Chan's ears turn red before he quickly finishes and retreats to his chair.

"Really? Not even the sex joke gets you? What happened to my To-To?"

"You nearly died," He mumbles under his breath. You're sure he said it quietly so he wouldn't hear you, so for his sake, you drop it.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, not sure what to say. Now in your upright position, you open your eyes and look around the room. You have a private room, probably thanks to Chan. It's bright, the midday sun shining through the hospital room. A small pile of stuff sits in the corner of the room. Chan's things, he's practically lived with you in the hospital since you were moved out of the ICU. Before that, you overheard some of the boys talk about how he slept in the hotel lobby. His makeshift bed sits neatly by the window. He moves it closer when it's time for him to sleep so he can be close enough to you yet far enough away in case the nurses or doctors need to visit.

"Where's my mom?" You ask suddenly, remembering that Chan wasn't the only one staying with you.

"Oh, now you worry about your mom? Not when you were offering a quicky?" He cracks a small smile, but only briefly. You nearly missed it.

"I would have blamed it on the drugs." You smirk.

"She went with Jae to Daegu to get him settled at his new school and to look for a new place for all of you to live." He explains, sadness in his voice as his sentence ends.

"I don't want to live in Daegu." You whine.

"Daegu is nice. You'll like it there."

"You're not in Daegu. Neither is Sun Hee."

"I can be. I was thinking and--Hold on," You watch as Chan pulls out his phone from his pocket.

"Hey, what's up...What...What...When--Where...Did you call the police...Yeah, she's awake right now...Yeah, I'll tell her in a second...Okay, yeah thank you. Stay safe. Call me later." Chan hangs up and just stares at his phone, staring in disbelief. Smiling.

"What happened?" You ask, curious to know what could make your boyfriend so happy.

"They got her," He breathes, almost like a sigh of relief.

"Got who?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Hana," He smiles, looking up at you now. Relieved tears in his eyes.

Hana. Your former best friend and roommate. The sole reason why you're in this situation. The reason why you've been stuck in a hospital bed for nearly a month with a cast up to your upper left thigh. The reason why you have a cast on your dominant hand. The reason why your ribs and lungs hurt every time you breathe or laugh or talk. The reason why you now have a scar on your abdomen where doctors had to stop you from bleeping out internally. The reason why your boyfriend is in so much pain right now.

When you first were admitted to the hospital and could receive visitors, two police officers came to try to get the full story of what happened. You told them repeatedly that you didn't walk into oncoming traffic. You were depressed, sure, but not enough to hurt yourself. You were adamant that you felt something, maybe a hand, push you but they never believed you. It wasn't until people somehow found out it was you in the accident and several videos of your accident surfaced online. And in the chaos, someone, a fan or maybe someone who was going to use the video to make fun of you, found a clip that shows you were clearly pushed. After a brief investigation, it was discovered that Hana pushed you. But she seemingly disappeared. You honestly thought she was somewhere in Japan with her mom's side of the family.

"What?"

"I don't know. I know the boys were with Sun Hee when it happened. And they're calling the police right now." He bounces in his seat.

"I'm going to need more context," You say, not sure if you're you're hearing correctly or not.

"Okay, give me a second," He says quickly, pulling out his phone again.

You sit in your hospital bed, scrolling through Twitter on your phone. Sun Hee sits at the foot of your bed, drawing on your cast. Despite not talking or hanging out for weeks, the two of you could do nothing but sit in silence. Everything had been so crazy and now, for the first time in your lives, you were going to live in different cities. The silence tells you everything you need to know. How much you two love each other and how much you'd miss each other.

"Wait, what the fuck is he doing?" You mumble to yourself when you get a notification for a Channie's Room.

"What happened?" Sun Hee asks, looking up from her handiwork on your cast to see what you're talking about.

"Get my laptop, Chan's gone live." You say as you quickly send Chan a text asking him what he's doing.

"He wouldn't...would he?" Sun Hee asks, wasting no time getting your laptop from your bag.

Chan finally listened to you and went home yesterday to get some rest, but only because Sun Hee agreed to stay in his place. You were happy that he’d finally get a decent sleep, but watching him start a live scares you.

Sun Hee brings the laptop to the TV tray and logs in for you. But by the time she gets to YouTube, Chan is looking down at his phone. A few seconds later you get a text from simply saying that he loves you before he turns his screen to the camera and shows that he's turning off the camera.

"Hello everyone," You watch as Chan puts his phone down on the table, "I'm not going to read any comments today because I'm not here for a conversation. Which I know is a bit unordinary for me. But I really need you guys to listen." Chan speaks into the camera. He's currently sitting in his room at the dorm, the LED wolf ears lit up behind him.

"I'm going to kill him," You mutter under your breath as Sun Hee climbs into the hospital bed with you.

"While you hobble around?" She jokes.

"I'm going to kill you first." You glare at her.

"I know I've been really quiet about everything going on, but honestly, I had better things going on. Like taking care of my girlfriend."

"Oh my god, he just mentioned you on live as his girlfriend." Sun Hee bounces up and down, gently hitting your good arm in response, causing you to wince in pain. Your eyes shift over to the livestream comments, curious what everyone is saying. Sun Hee picks up on your silent panic and makes the video full-screen so you can't read anything.

"To be honest, I'm probably going to get in trouble for doing this, but I really don't care anymore. A lot of you are taking my silence as compliance and using it as a go-ahead to continue to be nasty. And all of you know pretty damn well that I don't let anyone get away with talking about my loved ones."

"Oh he's getting fired for sure," Sun Hee mutters under her breath.

"Sunnie," You warn, your anxiety already spiking because of the sudden Channie's room. The fact that he's going drastically off-script isn't helping.

"Sorry, babe," She mutters.

"We met before she even knew who I was so the rumors about her using me for my money and her being a sasaeng aren't anywhere near the truth. If you guys knew the full story you'd feel bad. But I'm not going to tell you the full story because I do deserve some privacy in my life."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee quickly pulls your phone out of your hand and sits on it. Probably to prevent you from going online to read comments about what's going on. She knows you so well.

"I'm just going to read you guys something that I found the other day," Chan clears his throat as he grabs something from his desk. Your blood freezes as you recognize the purple paper.

"I'm actually going to murder him," You say seriously. You're not mad, you're mortified. Mortified that you might be the downfall of his career.

"Dear Stray Kids, I’ve been a fan of you for a while. The first song I heard from you was Hero’s Soup. I know it’s only a B-side but I heard it first on ‘A Song for You’ when I was on my way home from cram school. I don’t know if it’s because the lyrics hit deep or because I was exhausted from school, but I cried. Maybe it was a combination of the two. But whatever it was, you made a devoted fan of me since 2018.

Not only have the eight of you gotten me through some rough times, you gave me a community that I love. A second family if you will. I showed you to my best friend and it made our relationship stronger. I live with both of my best friends. The first one I mentioned earlier and the other I met online in an online forum. I’ve made so many friends online and I no longer feel alone in the world. I even made an unlikely friend, Topher, who gave me this opportunity to meet you and give you this letter in person.

I’m trying to keep this letter short, and failing miserably to do so. I know you all are busy working hard for your stay but I do have one more message for all of you before I go:

I.N, you’re doing so well. We’re all so proud of you.

Seungmin, your smile makes all of us so happy. You don’t have to hide it from us.

Felix, our sunshine boy, we love you so much.

Han, keep working hard but remember to take breaks.

Hyunjin, we see how hard you work.

Changbin, keep making us laugh

Lee Know, we see that you’re not cold and how much you love your members. We love you.

Bang Chan, make sure you’re getting rest. You deserve it.

"Thank you for making the world a little brighter. Continue to do well. Love, Y/n." Chan stares at the paper in silence for a moment.

"When did you write that?" Sun Hee asks.

"Right before the meet and greet. Gave it to Chan before I knew he was Topher."

Chan finally looks up from the camera, his eyes glossy. Despite the sad looks you saw on his face the entire time he's been with you in the hospital. But seeing him actually about to cry might break you.

"Y/n is so kind and funny and caring--A lot of you judged her and treated her horribly just because she's dating me. Because she was rumored to be dating me. Before there was any statement from my company, a lot of you attacked her. She's one of you, a Stay and she viewed you as family and so many of you, whom she considered family, turned your backs on her for what? Because she's with me?"

"Oh wow, he's actually going off. Should we try to call one of the boys to stop him?" Sun Hee asks.

"He wouldn't be doing all this, risking putting the entire group at risk if he didn't talk to them first." You say quietly. You know he wouldn't there's too much at stake for all of them.

"That's not fair to her. That's not fair to me. Hell, it's not fair to any idol," Chan adjusts himself in his chair, "Here's the thing. When we sign up to become idols, we quite literally sign away our lives. Which is nobody's fault, we know this going in and do it by choice. We can leave any time. But this life, as fun as it seems is incredibly lonely. And it's because we're in this bubble where we can't share our lives with someone else, even someone in the industry because a lot of you love us a little too much."

"Shit," You sigh.

"I almost lost Y/n, and that scared the crap out of me. And it's my fault. I pushed this relationship. The second she found out who I was, she tried to push me away because she knew that just being friends with me would get this type of reaction. And I promised her that I would protect her. A promise I clearly wasn't able to keep. I'm lucky she's still here with me, but it could have ended so differently."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Sun Hee pulls out her phone, scrolling through Twitter. You roll your eyes at the fact that she took your phone away for the exact reason.

"I've heard my members--hell, I've heard so many other idols--talk about how they never want to fall in love because being with them is a safety hazard. I want better for my members. I want better for other idols, current and future. We give up so much to be who we are and where we are but what's the point if we can't share all this success with someone we love?"

"Damn, I'm surprised JYPE hasn't cut the feed yet." Sun Hee says suddenly.

"If they do, everyone will know that they're trying to shut him up." You explain.

"Just one thing before I go. Something for you all to consider: Idols are people too. Don't we deserve to love the same way everyone else loves without fear of our loved one getting attacked? I also want to say thank you to all of you who have been supportive and sent kind messages. See you guys if I'm allowed to do another live one day. No hug today, I'm sorry." Chan gives a sad smile as he waves goodbye.

***

"No," say firmly, doing your best to cross your arms with one arm being fixed in one position with a cast.

"Y/n, just listen to me for one second--" Chan pleads.

"Why would I listen when all you're doing is being unbelievably insane?" You say simply.

"It's perfectly reasonable, Y/n!" He throws his hands up in the air as he sits firmly on the ground.

You and Chan currently packing up your stuff from the hospital. Well, Chan is packing up your stuff while you sit in bed, unable to do much. You're set to finally be discharged tomorrow. Everything was going well until Chan dropped a bombshell randomly while you were busy choosing the next song to play while he worked.

"You're not moving with me to Daegu." You say firmly.

"You said that the only reason why you don't want to move is because I'm not there. So problem solved." He says as if it's a simple fix.

"Problem not solved," You slowly sit up in bed, "Problem even more fucked."

"So then, what? Do you want to break up? Because I'm going to go crazy if you're all the way over there and I'm stuck here."

"I don't want to break up, idiot. I nearly died, and that only made me realize that I love you so much. I don't ever want to let you go." You sniffle, tears welling up in your eyes.

"You didn't nearly die, Y/n. You did die. Your heart stopped for four whole fucking minutes. They almost couldn't bring you back. And that made me realize that I don't ever want to let you go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you had--if you--"

"This wasn't your fault. You keep saying that it was your fault. It's not like you doxxed me and pushed me into oncoming traffic."

"Yeah, but it's because of me that--"

"Shut the fuck up, I'm so serious. None of this is your fault and if you're trying to punish yourself because you feel guilty by mov--"

"Moving with you isn't punishment. Being with you will never be a punishment."

"Why are you trying to move to Daegu when your life is here?"

"Because you're also my life. And I don't want to be away from you. I want to take care of you, help you get better."

"You can't do that," You sigh, leaning back into your bed.

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

"Because...I'm an idol?" He asks quietly.

"Yes,"

"What if I--"

"If you quit because of me, I will actually break up with you." You say firmly.

"I wasn't going to say quit." He says suddenly.

"What were you going to say?" You quirk your eyebrow up at him.

"I was going to say, what if I took a hiatus?"

"No," You sit up quickly, instantly regretting it as pain rips through your body. Chan rushes over to you and rubs soothing circles on your back.

"Just until you get better and can move back."

"You're lucky JYPE didn't put you on indefinite hiatus after that little stunt you pulled with Channie's Room the other day. I'm not letting you go on hiatus."

"You're not in a position to let me do anything. I'm an adult, it's my decision. If I want to take time off work to take care of my girlfriend, I'll do it. Thank you very much." He says quietly, sending chills down your spine. It's innocent, he meant it innocently. You're sure of it. But something about his tone of voice is making you realize how real your relationship is becoming. And for once, it doesn't scare you.

"Topher,"

"I'm only asking because I don't want to force you. But if you actually think about it and still say 'no,' I'll respect your decision. But you keep shutting me down so I'm going to keep pushing."

"Why? Why me? Why risk all you worked for, for me?" Your voice cracks, on the verge of tears.

"Because I love you. Actually...no, scratch that. I don't love you. I'm in love with you. Like so deeply, madly, deeply in love with you that I will do anything to make you feel that love and to see you smile."

"But--"

"I don't want to hear a but, because you're just deflecting. You're scared because of how serious this is getting, understandably, and you want to make sure I'm not going to hurt you more than I already have. And if you say this isn't my fault again, I'm going to get annoyed because, in some way, this is my fault. But I'm so in love with you that I will call Park Jin-Young Pdnim himself and tell him that I quit if you ask me to. No regrets. But I know you're not going to. Just tell me what you want. Be selfish for once and tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

He's right. You are scared. Scared of being found again. Scared of what the more unhinged 'fans' will do if they find you again. Scared of the future with Chan. Of what would happen if you ever got married. If you ever had kids. Scared of loving him so deeply with your whole heart that he'll just rip it apart if he ever opens his eyes and realizes that he could have anyone else if he wanted. You weren't entirely sure if you'd be able to walk again properly without the aid of a cane yet. You were scared of becoming dependent on him. But most importantly, you are scared of losing him.

"I want," You swallow hard, wetting the lump in your throat, "I want you to move with me to Daegu."

"As you wish," He kisses the top of your head before placing a finger under your chin and pressing a soft kiss into your lips.

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wyniepooh · 9 months

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Enjoyment

Dbf!hotch knows you’re not enjoying the festivities at a family dinner party. He tries his best to change your mind, and you both hope he succeeds.

Dbf!hotch... do I have to say more? Mentions of alcohol, Younger!reader, but R is fully an adult, obvi. R’s parents host a cutesy little dinner party, R has enough of the bs and escapes to backyard, hotch finds her. hotch is mildly out of character if u squint ur eyes, but he’s sexy nonetheless so it doesn’t matter.

the initial excitement of the party had long blown over.

you never did like having people over, never mind people who weren't immediate family. you had put on your usual polite-but-no-bullshit mask when greeting the guests and all throughout dinner, but the disguise was beginning to crack, your tolerance was beginning to thin.

now that your parents and company were all slightly tipsy and gathered around in the living room to recount their carefree, childless days, you didn't miss the opportunity to sneak out the stuffy room. Your eye caught a glass of liquor that was sitting on the kitchen island, and you quickly swiped it before heading out through the back door.

you didn't know whose drink you were holding in your hand, nor did you care what exactly was in the cup. all you desperately wanted was a break from the chatter and, perhaps, a break from reality.

you paced around your backyard for a minute, eventually settling down against an outside wall of your house. the cold bricks prickled your bare shoulders, but your senses turned blurry when you downed the mystery drink in one go.

"is that yours?"

the sudden voice startled the established, calm silence, causing you to cough and choke on the already hard-to-swallow liquid. as you tried to recover from nearly dying, you took the time to eye the man standing across the yard from you.

aaron- no. mr. hotchner.

you cleared your throat before answering. "oh, yeah. I, uh... love whisky."

"really?"

you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, nodding quickly. “really.”

"because i’m positive I left that exact glass on the counter when I went to go to the bathroom... and it's no longer there."

you sighed, looking down in defeat as you rubbed your face with one hand. "you got me. sorry, mr. hotchner, I just grabbed the first drink I saw and-"

he shook his head to stop you. "aaron- please."

you chuckled as you tested the way his name felt rolling across your tongue and slipping past your lips. you set the empty glass down on a stool in front of you, crossing your arms defensively. "well, aaron. just so you know, I'm legal to drink. the only thing I'm guilty of is being too lazy to make my own."

he smiled and started walking toward your lazy position against the wall. "I believe you."

a loud silence fell upon the both of you as he turned to stand beside you, mirroring your movements with his back up against the wall. as you stared up at the tiny stars decorating the sky, you weren't sure what you were supposed to do. offer to make him another drink? make conversation? Thankfully, your frantic prayers were answered when aaron spoke again, breaking the silence.

"so, I take it you're not a big fan of these dinner parties."

you turned your head to look at him and found that he was already looking at you. "is it that obvious?"

"yes."

you snorted. "well, that's not fair. you're a... profiler, or something, right? isn't it your job to read people's expressions and whatnot?"

"yes, that's right..." he admitted. "...but it doesn't take a profiler to recognize that a pretty girl isn't enjoying herself."

The last words came out in a whisper, but you heard them loud and clear. you mouth gaped as you struggled to think of what to say, and suddenly, you became too aware of just how close he was to you.

you looked him up and down, a blush creeping up your face as you took in the sight of his casual jeans and tight tee. his hair was gelled, but it was clear that the adventures of the night had messed up his previously perfectly coiled hairstyle. as your eyes found his again, your thoughts flickered between grazing his stubble with your finger or touching his smooth lips.

finally, you retaliated a response.

"well... how does a pretty girl who is enjoying herself look like?" you used the same hushed tone as he did, but again, your words rang loud and clear under the chilly night sky.

“I have yet to find out,” he murmured as he looked down at you. His weight was now being supported by one arm leaning against the wall as his other toyed with the hem of your shorts. He was a significant bunch taller than you, and while the height difference make you cross your legs to stop the heat from pooling, it also acted as a stern reminder of the obvious taboo between the two of you.

You wondered if he even remembers that you're the daughter of his best golf buddy, wondered if he’s been thinking about this for a long time or this was completely spontaneous. most of all, you wondered whether or not he truly cared about any of that at all.

God knows you didn’t care, no. Not with the drink you shot down earlier already taking effect in your stomach, sending tingles to all the right places and blurring out all the grim places and thoughts.

You reached down, hands first beginning by playing with the edge of his tee, then slowing trailing a finger down to his jeans. You scratched the brown belt lightly, fighting back a smile as you heard him sigh. You hooked one finger on the loop of his jeans, pulling his pelvis towards you as you looked up at him with an aching desire.

“can you figure it out, sir?”

He smiled with the same mischief you had across your face, the sides of his mouth curling up as he chuckled quietly.

“I'll try my best”

As he enclosed you with his body and smell and stupid smile, you thought to take back your earlier statement about there being no excitement present at dinner parties such as this one. Because you’ve never felt so alive, breathing against the chest of a man whom you knew you had no business entangling with.

A/n: tbh the moment I see the letters d, b, and f, ESPECIALLY w hotch I simply cannot resist. At all.

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Cigarettes and Cliche's

Pairing: Felix x Reader Word Count: 3.4K Genre: Slow Burn Romance, College Au, Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of a fight, minor injuries

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in, the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to hate him his persistence and hidden softer side just could be your undoing.

You had never claimed to be the perfect student, you were never the top of your class, but you were close, trying to get the best grades possible to allow you to go the best collage which in turn you hoped would get you the best job you could. Your parents had pushed you to become an accountant since you already knew you would not get marks high enough to be a doctor or a surgeon, and you dutifully followed their suggestions. Even applying to the university they wanted you to attend so caught up in making them proud of them you never stopped to think you might have been missing out on anything.

You knew that your parents loved you but they were not the most loving of people which is why you had always strode to please them, failures in grades were not tolerated. Once you hit puberty your mother had sat you down and told you that boys would ruin your life, dating was a waste of time and you would end up an unwed mother who didn't finish school which as far as she was concerned was the lowest of the low. You knew very well that if you were to even mention a boys name that was not a potential tutor or rival that you would be lectured again, leaving for university had brought on the same lecture and you had promised that it would never happen.

Which is how you came to find yourself sitting in a shared dorm room with a girl you liked but at the same time couldn't share a dorm with desperately trying to find somewhere else to live so you could maintain your grades and not fall behind with the amount of nights she had kicked you out so she could hook up. You didn't care that Nali enjoyed herself, it was her right to do so, but you did care that she often turfed you out before you could even get all of the things you needed before she did so or when she kicked you out still trying to wake up enough to know what was going on. The last time Nali had barely even let you pull a hoodie over your pajamas before she unceremoniously tossed you out into the hallway passed a stupidly handsome guy in a leather jacket who just smirked at you before walking into your dorm room and locking you out, it had to stop. So you started looking through the campus noticeboards calling anyone that sounded like they might be a good roommate or had a separate room for you to stay in.

You had called about 15 different people today either being too late to get the room or unable to afford the rent, but it hadn't phased you and you knew that you were going to have to get a proper job to support yourself and had been more successful on that front at least. You had a shift later that afternoon at a café about ten minutes from campus. The place was a small but fairly popular location for students to meet up away from the shared dorms but close enough that everyone could get there easily on foot. The last call you had left a voice message saying you had seen his notice and if the room was still available to call or message you but you would be at work so you might not be able to answer.

Work had been busy as usual people everywhere, rowdy student meet ups, study groups and quiet dates came and went until your break which gave you a little while to sit in the back and relax checking your phone to see if anyone had gotten back to you. The last guy surprisingly had messaged you:

Yang: Hello, the room is still available Miss Choi, would you like to meet after you have finished your work day for coffee to see if we would be compatible roommates?

Choi: Yes of course, would you like to meet at Counter Culture Café at 8:30?

Yang: I know the place I will meet you there, my other roommate can't make it but that won't matter we are very similar.

Choi: I will meet you at 8:30 then.

You were excited that it might actually work out this time but only if he wasn't creepy or weird, you would have to ensure that you met his roommate before you actually agreed to move in.

Time passed quickly for you for the rest of the shift not giving you too much time to get nervous about what this guy Yang might be like, so before you knew it you were almost clocked off as yet more people came and went but it was finally quietening down for the late shift. You went into the back to get out of your apron and made yourself a hot chocolate before going to sit at one of the empty table to wait for him scrolling your phone. At exactly 8:30 your phone rang which you answered quickly looking around at the café patrons.

"Miss Choi?" a young soft voice asked over the sounds of traffic and talking.

"Yes hello, I am sitting inside if you want to come in" you chirped in response feeling hopeful that he at lest sounded nice. The door opened and a very handsome young looking guy walking in still holding his phone to his ear.

"I'm in the doorway" he said quietly not wanting to disturb other patrons you guess.

"I'm waving at you now" you replied waiting for his eyes to land on you, when they did he gave you a tiny wave and ended the call dropping his phone back into his pocket.

"Hello Miss Choi, I'm Jeongin" he smiled giving off very friendly vibes which put you at ease quickly, the two of you making small talk while one of the other staff made him a drink.

"So Jeongin, what kind of roommate are you looking for?" you asked hoping it was going to line up with what you needed because he seemed like a genuinely nice guy.

"Both Seungmin and I are fairly reserved most of the time so we need someone who isn't going to want to throw parties, be rowdy or dramatic. Both of us are serious about our studying but also like our own space so it's important that we can all respect that about each other" he summarized for you.

"Good that is pretty much exactly what I need, I pretty much spend all my time studying, attending classes or working so you won't have any trouble from me in that sense" you smiled "What about rent and utilities?"

"The rent will be split three ways and you will just need to deposit it into the landlords account at the start of each month. He is pretty good if there is going to be a little delay as long as you warn him first and the utilities are covered currently if that changes though we will get notice about it" Jeongin explained softly before taking a sip of the chai latte he ordered.

"Are you sure you are ok with a female roommate?" you asked a little nervously.

"Of course, our last roommate was female, but she has gone overseas to finish her studies" he continued.

"Will I be able to meet Seungmin before I agree to take the room?" you questioned drinking the last of your hot chocolate.

"Of course, do you have classes tomorrow afternoon? Seungmin only has morning lectures and I only have night classes tomorrow so if you could make 3 o'clock that would work out for both of us" Jeongin explained looking at the schedule on his phone.

"I only have morning lectures too tomorrow so that should work out" you smiled feeling relieved that this might work out and you might actually be able to get beck to being ahead in your classes.

"It was lovely to meet you, I'll text you the address tomorrow and we can go from there" He grinned standing up and saying his farewells before you made your own way back to your dorm. You had a really hopeful feeling about how this would turn out which was a godsend after you got back to the dorm to find Nali on her knees in front of the hot guy in the leather jacket again.

After your first lecture you received a text from Jeongin saying that both of them would be home for 2 pm if you could make that and sending their apartment address, which you looked up and found was just a further five minute walk from your work which would be more convenient for you after late shifts. You arrived ten minutes early and texted Jeongin that you were there and just waited scrolling through your future course work on your phone and figuring out how and when you would be able to study between shifts at the café.

"Hello again" Jeongin greeted you from the large glass doors that marked the lobby of the complex.

"Hi Jeongin" you smiled at him his dimples appearing as you walked over to him.

"Seungmin is upstairs I thought it would be easier to come and get you rather than buzz you up in case you got lost" he grinned, you giggled in response and followed him to the lift and then up to the 10th floor. "Were apartment 102, 10th floor apartment 2". As he spoke the door swung open revealing another handsome although taller guy, both looked so young but you wouldn't complain unless they were slobs.

"Afternoon" the guy you assumed to be Seungmin smiled warmly letting you enter the apartment as he held the door.

"Hello, how are you?" you replied politely removing your shoes and stepping into the hallway.

"I'm well thank you, let me give you a tour" he stepped ahead of you and walked down the hallway "This door is my room, the door across is Jeongin's" you nodded and continued into the open plan area of the apartment "This is the kitchen and living room the bathroom is that door there and your room would be the door at the other side of the kitchen" he pointed out for you.

Walking over to the room that would be yours you opened the door and stepped in to look around. It was a basic room just a bed, desk and wardrobe but it was still bigger than what you had now and with a small private bathroom which meant no more sharing bathrooms.

"Which department are you guys in?" you casually queried hoping they were at least serious students.

"I'm in the Department of Medicine and Jeongin is in the Department of Engineering" Seungmin gestured between the two of them "What about you?"

"I'm in the Department of Economics" You nodded glad that they hadn't listed of something that would take up loads of room or be loud.

"What are your household jobs plans? do you have a schedule of who does what or is it just clean up after yourself?" you asked grinning back at them.

"There is a maid who comes in but we take care of our own rooms and we will just share the cooking and cleaning up. Seungmin and I just share the food bill so if that works for you we can split it three ways or you can buy your own if you would rather" His smile was growing with each question you asked.

"What about guests?" you asked trying to not seem embarrassed at the prospect of asking about their private activities.

"Neither of us have girlfriends, but our general rule is that guests are allowed as long as they aren't noisy or messy" Jeongin explained trying to seen as casual as he could.

"Oh that's great then I'm not seeing anyone either" you quickly reassure him "it's just that is the reason I need to move".

"Anything else you would like to know or see?" Seungmin asked softly.

"When can I move in?" you beamed happily at them.

"Would next weekend work for you?" Jeongin chuckled at your enthusiasm "both of us can help you with your stuff that way".

Meeting Jeongin and Seugnmin had been a stroke of luck for you and after a few months living together you were back to being in the top 3 of your class which is where your parent's were happiest with you. You had taken over a lot of the cooking for the three of you since you enjoyed it more than the cleaning and you could also bring leftovers from the café home for them which they always liked. They had turned out to be terrific room mates quiet, easy to talk to but also happy to not interrupt if you were studying and they had decided that on the weekends that you had Sunday night off you would watch a movie all together you were fast becoming close friends, despite your parent's constant protests that they would only distract you from your studies.

You knew that on the Saturday you worked they both went out, you often came home to an empty apartment or is you had worked an afternoon you would cross as they headed out but it never bothered you they never brought anyone loud home. That changed though when the summer break came and you could work more day shifts instead of weekends and evenings, you took up your bosses offer to allow some of the others to take the later shifts to give them more experience after promising you would get them back after the university year started up again.

"Come on, you never come with us to parties" Jeongin teased as he asked your opinion on his outfit choice.

"She never goes to parties" Seungmin quipped dryly making you roll your eyes at him.

"Seung is right I am the most boring person alive" you sighed dramatically turning your attention back to Jeongin "wear the denim jacket not the black one it looks better with the lighter color pants".

"What about you come to just this one party and I will never ask again?" Jeongin pouted changing his jacket at your suggestion.

"Or how about I don't and you still don't ever ask me again?" you countered poking his soft cheek with your finger to stop him pouting at you.

"Fine I will just keep asking forever then" Jeongin huffed poking his tongue out at you as he grabbed his wallet and keys. "But can you take an outfit pic for me?"

"Of course you big baby" you laughed at his about face you took several shots of each of them knowing they would be up on socials later and waved them off settling down to make some dinner and then watch a movie before you decided if you would take the night off studying or not.

Ending up studying before the movie you realized that it was almost 11 before you even thought about what to watch so instead you just on the drama Seungmin had been raving about so you could at least try to figure out what is was that was so addictive to him. Halfway through the episode your phone rang, fishing it from you pocket you glanced at the screen before answering.

"Jeongin I already told you I am not going to the party" you sighed into the phone.

"Hello?" a strange male voice asked on the other end.

"Jeongin this isn't funny" you replied dryly "you are too old to be playing stupid pranks while drunk".

"Hi this is Jeongin's friend Chan, is this his room mate Choi?" he asked seeming confused by your reactions.

"Yeah this is her, why are you calling me?" you were suspicious of whatever the motive for this call was.

"Look I'm downstairs with a few friends, Jeongin can't remember the door code and Seungmin got into a fight as is a bit out of it" he explained as you walked over to the intercom.

"Ok I can see a bunch of you on the camera where are Seung and Innie?" you asked slowly not willing to let them into the building if this was some kind of scheme.

"Guys wave to your room mate" you heard him say as Jeongin stumbled towards the camera and held down the button to speak to you.

"I had...soooooo much fun.....Seungy got punchy...such prick" he giggled smiling brightly at the camera.

"They fucking started it" Seungmin yelled in the background "fucking dicks"

"Yeah, yeah tiger" one of the other guys helping Seungmin stand up chuckled.

"Ok can you remember what apartment we live in?" you sighed already fed up with them but knowing you would still be looking after them for the rest of the night.

"102, we already know" Chan chuckled as you buzzed them in the main door and waited for them to drag the two boys to your apartment, getting out the medical kit, some painkillers and bottles of water for them. They announced themselves with a loud bang against the door and mashing of key code buttons before you opened it trying to hide your laugh as Jeongin swore at the door handle.

"Boys, not cool" you groaned teasingly stepping aside to let the other boys drag them into the living room. "Jeongin drink some water and take those pills, Seung let me have a look at you". They both just grunted at you as they were sat down by their friends Jeongin looking like a puppy getting scolded and Seungmin like he wanted to argue but knew it would be pointless.

"So what happened?...." you turned to the others looking at them patiently waiting for one of them to fill in the blanks for you trying hard not to be distracted from your own question by how attractive they were.

"I'm Chan" the guy who was the voice on the phone introduced himself easily making you smile at him "Jeongin is just drunker than usual but Seungmin got into a fight with some guys over a girl, I didn't see the fight".

"Did anyone see the fight?" you blinked a few times as you moved Seungmin's hair out of his face to look him over quickly.

"Yeah Seung was pissed that some guys were disrespecting some chick when he said something about it one of them pounced" the buff one answered "Oh Changbin by the way".

"Thanks Changbin by the way" you chuckled still trying to not openly stare at his large arms so you began looking over Jeongin as he giggled at something on the floor "and thanks for bringing them home".

"Seungmin didn't take any punches to the head, it was all body damage but he's ok" the pretty one in the leather jacket smirked his voice deep and smoky "Think its the booze and the punches that has made him unsteady" you turned to look at him and your eyes widened when you recognized him from coming home with Nali and instantly your mood soured.

"Good to know" you mumbled turning back to the others "Thank you again for getting them home I can take it from here" you turned back to Jeongin, and heard them walk back down the hall to the front door.

"She's cute for a nerdy little mouse" you heard the pretty one mutter but you ignored him feeling like your body was betraying you head, he was easily the prettiest man you had ever seen but you knew he was not the type of guy to look twice at you.

"Felix" Changbin warned softly his voice harder than it had been a second ago.

"What she is though, no wonder they have been keeping her secret" you could almost here the smirk in his voice making you frown.

"Dude you can't fuck their room mate" Chan scolded quietly all of them probably assuming that you couldn't hear them "You will just fuck everything up for them again like last time".

"The last one wasn't my fault that was all Hyunjin" he coolly snapped as the front door was closed behind them ending your eves dropping.

"Now boys lets get you cleaned up and off to bed yeah" you smiled sadly as you looked over Seungmin's knuckles to see if they needed disinfecting.

A/N: Thanks for reading there will be more interesting stuff in the next part this was just the scene setter. As always my darlings any likes, comments and reblogs are eternally loved xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow

#Lee Felix x Reader #Lee Yongbok x Reader #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #Bang Chan #Lee Know #Seo Changbin #Hwang Hyunjin #Han Jisung #Kim Seungmin #Yang Jeongin #University au #college au #slow burn romance #bad boy felix

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dilucsfav · 1 year

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idk why and how I’m even doing this I somehow am requesting stuff from you like three times a day- 😭😭 I hope you will hear me out tho. like cyno went on a super long mission and what if cyno’s S/o died and then later he was packing her stuff to his office so that he could at least have a little bit of her left and he found a letter that she wrote that was her parting letter to him just in case she died? I hope you get my point and anyways thank you if you actually can tolerate me and will write this 😭

I LOVE WRITING ANGST SGXHHXHX.

i won’t talk too much but i had a lot of fun writing this! you guys really love cyno huh i don’t blame you PLSSJDJD MY WHOLE INBOX IS ALL OF CYNO AKKAKAKJ.

enjoy the fic!! and dw, i love taking requests even if you request multiple times! i apologize to anybody who sends a request if i’m slow to write it !! although i love writing, it takes a lot of energy so just excuse me !!

In Anger and Guilt

warning(s): heavy angst, death, self-blame, blood

word count: 1.6k

It all happened too fast, too quickly, too painfully. Cyno’s eyelids that were too heavy were suddenly easy to keep open as he stared at your fragile body. His deep purple eyes watching as you fell silently in the sand, your head slumping to the side to stare right at him—

—To stare right at Cyno. Your eyes dulling, turning nothing but grey. Your tilted brows and your scrunched-up face slowly relaxing as you stared at the man. Your fists slowly released to where your palms were touching the bare sand. Your lips dry from the terribly hot dessert.

Cyno’s mouth was gaped open as he saw your lips press together in an attempt to not cry. His eyes quickly went up to stare at the primal constructs and the eremites who did this to you. He gripped his spear in his hands, running to slash them as quickly as he could.

How could he have let this happen? His mind raced with thoughts as he grunted, hitting and ripping the machines and people apart with as much energy and strength he had. When he saw them break apart, his eyes darted back over to you.

Cyno dropped his spear to run over as fast as he could. He dropped to the sand, taking your forearms and inspecting your wound— right in the middle of your stomach. He could see the blood stain the sand underneath of your limp body.

You barely had enough strength to even look at him— Cyno grabbed your cheeks, holding your face and looking between your eyes desperately. His mind went blank as he stared at you, wanting to say something to you but unsure of how to say it. It was like he had forgotten how to talk.

Cyno couldn’t even tell you that he loved you, as much as he’s ever loved anybody in his life. He wanted to tell you that you were wonderful, and that he couldn’t continue on without you, and that he would try harder to protect you from this cruel world— but all he could do was stare at you.

Your hand slowly held his arm in response, your fingers barely holding onto him. Your voice was a whisper as you stared at Cyno.

“You… look. Handsome. Underneath the sun— like this,” you quietly said, barely able to curve the ends of your lips up as your voice cracked and shook. “It hurts, Cyno. Make it stop…”

His eyes widened and he let go of your forearms, ripping off the cloth that hung on his shorts. His eyes and hands were desperate as he tried taking the cloth, pressing it onto your wound to try and stop any more bleeding. He knew he was too late, but he could never give up.

One of your arms quickly grabbed one of his bloody hands that were at work. You grunted, as if the quick motion you took had taken all the remaining strength out of you. “Cyno— stop.”

And that was it. Cyno’s widened eyes watched as your arm fell at your side, your eyes dimming and your breathing stopped. Your mouth was still open and you were still staring at Cyno.

He knew you had died, he knew you had already left from this world when he saw your expression turn into nothing. He just couldn’t admit it, couldn’t bring it to terms with himself.

He’d seen this before— when his companions died on a mission he would scream, talk to them to comfort them when he knew they were going to die. And when they did, he’d mentally accept that fact and close their tired eyes. And he’d pay his respects by grieving in his own way.

But Cyno couldn’t with you. He couldn’t form any logical words when he watched you die, and he didn’t know how to assure you it was alright and that he could save you. He knew he couldn’t protect you this time, and yet, he couldn’t process what had just happened to you.

(Y/N) dying? You could never. You were the most brilliant and charming person he had ever laid eyes on. You were the person Cyno was always with, the person who he swore that he would protect.

But he couldn’t protect you this time. If only he wasn’t so exhausted and he just got over it, maybe he could have done better to protect you. His exhaustion from the lack of sleep and the build-up of missions caused his last words to you to be in anger and not of love.

But he could have fixed that when you were dying. He could have assured you that he loved you, he could have apologized and kissed you sweetly to show that he didn’t mean those offensive and wrongful words. He didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to fight the primal constructs and eremites by yourself. He didn’t mean any of the words as you two walked together on the mission.

But it was too late.

He backed away from your lifeless body, his eyebrows furrowing. Only then did he start screaming and yelling at the glimpse of you. Your gray eyes staring up at the beaming sun, which made him become louder. He had never reacted like this before.

He quickly went back up to you, picking you up and slumping you on his back, running as fast as he could back to Ardravi Valley. Tighnari could fix this, he could fix anything.

Only it was too late. He should have done this when you were first struck by the enemies, then maybe he would have made it in time to save you. Just as he always promised you, that he could protect you. How could it end like this?

As he ran with the look of sheer panic on his face, fighting back the exhaustion as he screamed as loud as he could for you, he thought about the promises he made to you. That he would be your savior and protector.

A promise that he couldn’t keep with the person that meant the most to him.

Days of grieving turned into weeks of grieving. He turned sour at the thought of you, and he tried to take his mind off of you, but every little thing reminded him of you. It went from always being with you to never being with you.

As expected, Tighnari couldn’t do anything to bring you back. Tighnari had to grieve over you in his own way whilst also having to hear Cyno scream about how you could still be saved.

Truthfully, it was a lot to deal with for everybody. Collei couldn’t get out of her bed for days, Candace was the comforter but cried in her own time, Nilou canceled multiple performances to mourn.

Once Cyno finally found enough strength to go into his small office to collect your belongings and place them somewhere more protected, he found so many things.

Pictures of you littered the office, your papers and belongings scattered everywhere. Cyno took a deep breath as he searched through a drawer, your drawer, filled with many familiar things— except for one.

It was an envelope that was addressed to “My darling.” It didn’t take Cyno long at all to realize that it was your handwriting.

He wondered what it was and it took a lot of courage to open it. He wondered why he had never seen it beforehand but quickly pushed this confusion aside when he pulled the letter out.

Carefully, as if the letter would rip as soon as Cyno’s fingers touched it, he took a deep breath and read it quietly to himself.

And finally, his weeks of guilt were slightly tamed.

“Cyno,

Thank you for always being my guide, my friend, my companion and truly, the only person I could be with all the time. I could never understand why or how I am the person you have decided to be with. Somebody as strong and powerful as you would never be somebody I pictured to have a strong bond with. But for some reason, I’ve had this aching feeling in the pit of my stomach for far too long. In fact, it’s been ever since we established our connection with one another. Maybe the archons above forbid the almighty Cyno to be with the traveler, (Y/N). Or perhaps we’re not meant to be together by fate that is causing this empty feeling in me.

Truth is, I feel like I’m going to die soon. Or leave, or go away, or disappear, or something bad is going to happen soon. I can’t understand this feeling, it almost feels like the dendro archon is telling me. Or perhaps, maybe it is fate. But if this letter finds you, it means you’re going through my drawer of things and something has happened to me. I know that whatever has happened to me or to us, it is not your fault, nor could it ever be your burden to bear. Whatever fate has decided to do to us, I don’t quite care, because I love you.

I love you, Cyno. With everything I’ve ever had, I love you. And I could say that until I take my last breath of air, I am in love with you.

Your sins will forever be forgiven in my favor,

-(Y/N)”

#cyno x y/n #cyno x reader #cyno genshin impact #cyno #cyno x gn reader #cyno x gender neutral reader #cyno imagines #angst #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #sumeru #genshin cyno

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hazelhearts · 2 years

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breakup

a/n: i have no idea where this came from honestly. i just really wanted to write for my guy. lizzy is just the loml and her songs make me cry so play erase me for full visualization. enjoy this little painful blurb i created just for you guys <3

warnings/content: heartbreak, angst, like no fluff at all unless you squint, alcohol mention, hookups

Why am I awake?

Nails on the floor and soot on my tongue

I don't know his name, but I still taste the rum

You woke up in yet another unfamiliar bed, a just as unfamiliar man lying on the bed next to you. You could taste the vodka from the night before. When you first started this cycle, you puked almost every morning. You tolerance had increased since then. You had vague memories of shot after shot accompanied by various mixed drinks, ending in clothes haphazardly thrown across the bedroom floor.

You knew this wasn't a healthy way to get over Aaron. Honestly, it wasn't working all that well either. Going from a relationship full of love, laughter, and the best sex you've ever had to meaningless sex didn't help anything. The gaping hole he left behind was just as painful as ever, the memory of him just as fresh.

You quietly got out of the bed, collecting your clothes as you headed out of the bedroom. You didn't leave a note. There was no reason to. This random guy meant just as much to you as the ones before.

As you got dressed, you heard him slowly waking up. You honestly didn't remember his name. At this point, you were good at remembering the events from the night before. You just couldn't seem to remember his name.

You grabbed your phone and keys and headed out the door, locking it behind you. Removing yourself in every way you could was another part of the routine. If there was no evidence left behind, it didn't happen. He probably won't remember it anyways. He'll be too busy puking his guts out.

Don't answer me, I'm calling just to hear you scream

And you're fading, but he feels like you in between

You called Aaron as soon as you got into your car, not yet having broken this habit. Each time it went straight to voicemail. You didn't really want to talk to him, you just wanted to hear him. So, you listened to his voicemail intently as ever.

"Hey, it's Aaron, or Hotch. Whatever you know me by. I can't make it to the phone right now. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Have a great day."

With that, you continued driving towards your own personal hell. The voicemail never helped either, it wasn't enough. Your memory of him was fading. All you had was his voice to go by, seeing as his work persona was just as painful to face.

You loved your job. That's why you didn't leave after the break up, at least that's what you tell yourself. You know it's more than that, but that was the only explanation you could stomach.

My innocence waits like it desperately knows

That I'll crash if I don't let you go

You avoided him as much as you could, continuing the little dance you both started after things ended. You used to be paired with him for every case. Now, you were always with either Emily or Derek. You hated that it bothered you. You hated that he still had such a strong hold on you.

Work slowly began to get miserable for you as he slowly lost a bit more of his respect for you each day. He contradicted practically every word that came out of your mouth. He questioned your ability every chance he got, ruining any respect that local PD might have ever had for you. He turned the one thing you loved into your worst nightmare. He had a habit of doing that.

You wished you could just convince yourself to quit. You didn't really enjoy your job anymore. How could you? He barely ever let you out into the field, intent on keeping you back at the station every chance he could. Your only joy was the team, the team that hated Hotch for what he was doing to you more than you ever could. You're pretty sure Emily had planned out every step to get away with his murder at this point.

The team had known about your relationship. They were profilers for god's sake. It wasn't that hard to find out. You two were disgustingly in love when you were together. You didn't really try to hide it. So, when they found out about him breaking up with you, they were on your side 100%. Garcia had even made a separate "BAU Baddies" group chat to talk shit about him.

Making the team hate Aaron was probably your only regret throughout this entire thing. Of course you loved having their support, but you didn't want to rip the team apart. It functions well because everyone trusts each other, everyone respects each other, everyone loves each other. You all were a family. Yet, you found a way to ruin that too.

I've said too much, in and out of wanting us

No matter how much you hated to admit it, a part of you still loved Aaron. A part of you wanted him back more than anything. No matter how much he hurt you, your heart still couldn't let him go. It didn't get easier with time. If anything, it got harder.

Seeing him every day made you mad, but it was also like a band-aid over a bullet wound. Being around him was a temporary relief from the pain he caused you. Even if he treated you like shit the entire time, he still felt like home.

However, when he started dating Beth, everything changed. She was the subject of every conversation, the main topic of every bit of gossip, and the pride and joy of the BAU. She took your life. She erased you from his life. And now, who were you?

Now you're fading, and I wonder who will erase me?

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silvysartfulness · 2 months

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Top 5 scenes from Heaven? :)

I got variations of this question twice (yay!) so I will just shamelessly list ten, starting with the first 5 here. 😂

In a loose chronological order:

1. Carve your vengeance from my bones (chapter 6)

I feel this is the scene where the true mood of the story finally shines through, the hurt and desperation, the devotion and grief. Xue Yang offering Xiao Xingchen to take whatever revenge he deems fit to settle the score between them so they can go back to how things were, even if that entails Xue Yang’s own death.

Up until this point, he’s kept the cocky, carefree mask firmly on, being snarky and contrary at worst, but neither expressed remorse or particular happiness that Xiao Xingchen is back. But when he finally gets to talk to him one on one, that facade finally cracks and he breaks down in tears, offering him anything, everything for a shot at second chance.

2. The catfish-yao river and storytelling (chapter 19)

This is such a turning point in all their dynamics, and especially between Song Lan and Xue Yang! Up until this point, they’ve been more or less openly hostile, Song Lan still wishing they could get rid of Xue Yang once and for all, and Xue Yang only just barely tolerating Song Lan’s presence because it’s been made clear he is the condition for Xiao Xingchen’s healing and survival.

But in the river, Song Lan could have turned his eye away for just a moment and let Xue Yang drown – but instead he chose to save him. Xue Yang is shocked, but it does mark the first dramatic shift in his attitude towards Song Lan.

And of course I love the more lighthearted scene after, when they sit around the fire telling the infamous frog story! Actually laughing together for the first time. A first warmth.

3. Yueyang gossip reveals (chapter 23)

The scene that hit the fragile budding companionship like a bombshell – Xiao Xingchen overhearing the gossip in Yueyang, about how “Xiao Xingchen” supposedly tortured Chang Ping to death with Shuanghua. The absolute betrayal and shock when it turns out Xue Yang went right back to his murderous ways after Xiao Xingchen’s death, and how that utterly shatters the very brittle trust that had begun forming between them.

Every hurts a lot. Everything’s back to pieces. It’s very yummy. 🙂

4. Xue Yang drunk in Muaishan (chapter 39)

For the longest time before writing it, this was my go-to angsty bedtime story in my head before going to sleep. This is Xue Yang’s absolute lowest point, where he’s lost all hope and given up on everything, trying to drown up all that grief and hurt he doesn’t even understand feeling with determined alcohol poisoning, clinging to his worst enemy crying and whimpering that he doesn’t want to do this anymore. That Song Lan is the only thing he has left.

And then Song Lan finding the note he’s kept all the way from Tanzhou, with the words “losing you now would destroy him. he still misses”, the only proof Xue Yang has that at least before, Xiao Xingchen had actually missed him and didn’t want to lose him. A very pitiful last straw to cling to.

A scene that has both Xue Yang’s utter breakdown, and Song Lan’s first, very reluctant feelings of sympathy.

5. Xiao Xingchen's vision of Baoshan Sanren (chapter 40)

This may actually be the scene that’s had the greatest emotional impact on me personally in the story? I can endure tons of angst with no problem, but the hope of this one… I’ve cried so many times to this scene. First when I first thought of it, sitting in the car on the way to town, openly crying as the conversation played out in my head. Then again when actually writing it. And many times rereading it.

I’m very proud of this one, of the wisdom that Baoshan Sanren conveys in her calm, no-nonsense way. Maybe this scene was a bit of a vision for me, too. It’s very dear to me.

Thank you so much for asking, truly! 😍😍😍

#asksilvy #the happy songxuexiao roadtrip story

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giggly-squiggily · 5 months

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OH THIS IS SO CUTE!!! CUTE CUTE CUTE BEYOND CUTE AHHHHHH! @nutzgunray-lvt Thank you so so much for this submission! I loved every word!

Here it is! I hope you like it! Since I headcanon Nelly's face claim to be Aimee Garcia, a Puerto Rican-Mexican American actress, I attributed that to Nelly as well.

How To Cure Jet Lag In One Easy Step

The smell of baked goods and cleaning products practically overwhelmed the house, as did Nelly's 'Now That's What I Call A Puerto Rican Christmas!' playlist. It wasn't doing a whole lot in helping Vlad get a handle on his roller-coaster of feelings and laundry list of things to do, but he figured that pretending his aunt was in the vicinity would help get his motivation going.

Unfortunately, the knowledge that she was currently in the trenches of a double shift at the hospital really killed the attempted immersion.

As did the timer for the cookies.

Growling in frustration at the contrasting smells and sounds, he switched off the music and turned off the timer. After he set his fifth batch of chocolate chip cookies on the already crowded kitchen table, he sank into his spot and put his head in his hands as he sighed heavily.

For glob's sake, why did his life have to be such a mess?

In between the existence of a vampire slayer who was hunting him down, his upcoming finals, his vampire homework, and the Christmas decorations that he promised Nelly he'd get a head start on, his brain felt like a used up, messy clump of Play Doh - and that wasn't even counting how he was adjusting to being back in the United States after his week in Siberia.

On top of adjusting back to the human sleep cycle that always left him the slightest bit grouchy, he also had jetlag to contend with. Jetlag and just under 24 hours of a sleepless flight that consisted of layover after layover.

It left him a frazzled, sleep deprived mess.

A brush against his leg startled him to the point that he banged his knee on the kitchen table, and the loud swear that left his mouth was one that he wasn't really sure if Otis would be proud of or disapproving of.

"Vladimir?"

And given how unimpressed his uncle appeared to be as he stood in the foyer, cradling a spooked Amenti in his arms, it appeared that he was the latter.

Great.

"It's not like I know what that word means, Uncle Otis," Vlad sheepishly tried justifying himself as he got up and went to give Amenti an apologetic scratch behind the ears. He was pleased to see her close her eyes and purr happily as she butted her head up into his hand.

Apology accepted, and he got cat purrs as well.

Nice.

"I heard Vikas say it once, and… I don't know, it just came to me. Look, aren't you more happy that I'm remembering spoken Elysian Code better?" he asked as he gave Amenti's nose bridge a gentle rub.

Vlad had thought that it wasn't possible for his uncle to look anymore unimpressed than he already was, but as he set Amenti down, the look he gave his nephew as he stood back up said it all.

"Remind me to remind Vikas to watch his language around you," Otis muttered moreso to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed heavily. "You may not technically be a child, but I won't tolerate any foul language coming out of your mouth, Elysian Code or not. Agreed?"

The teen barely held back from rolling his eyes as he nodded and echoed, "Agreed."

As the older vampire opened his eyes and straightened back up, his brow furrowed and his nose wrinkled as he finally caught the conflicting scents permeating the air as well as the sheer number of baked goods crowding the kitchen counters and tables.

"Vladimir…" he slowly asked as he approached the table and took a cookie for himself. "Why does the kitchen look like you're in the process of opening a bakery?"

On any other day, a (relatively) well rested Vlad that wasn't battling jet lag and a large to-do list would have taken the question as it was: an admittedly leading question from an incredibly concerned uncle. But today, Vlad was battling jet lag and a large to-do-list, which made him suck his teeth in as he snapped, "Well it sounds to me like you already know the answer to that, don't you, Uncle Otis? You know I bake when I'm stressed, and given how you think I'm trying to go behind Nelly's back and open an at home bakery, I'm clearly really stressed out!"

He stormed into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, hugging a pillow to his face as he screamed into it. It… didn't do much to help him feel better, and really, it only made him feel ashamed at snapping at Otis the way he did. Since day one, his uncle was nothing but patient with him. From being accused of being a crazy murderer to nearly being blasted to kingdom come with the Lucis, he took it all in stride - even before he told him they were related.

When was he ever going to be a nephew that Otis would be proud of?

From the way things were looking, It looked like it was going to be never.

As Vlad tried suffocating himself with the pillow, he could sense his uncle's swirling thoughts of guilt and worry before he entered the room. He could feel the pillow being pulled off his face and see how sad he truly was before he was exposed to light and air again, and he could tell what Otis was going to murmur before the words left his lips:

"You look exhausted, Vladimir. How much sleep have you gotten?"

The question was quietly asked with no force behind it, but it took the wind out of Vlad's sails all the same. He closed his eyes and muttered, "I don't know, Uncle Otis. I haven't been able to sleep since we got back from Siberia a few days ago, and-and with everything else going on like the finals and decorating the house and the slayer -"

"You're jet lagged," Otis patiently explained as he moved around the couch to sit by his nephew's legs. "You're already dealing with much more than a fifteen year old boy should have on his plate, and trying to readjust to the time zone difference isn't helping."

The teen grunted as he grabbed the pillow and placed it over his face again.

"Well, that along with the fact that I have to actually sleep at night now," he sniped, his voice muffled by the fabric. "It's hard, Uncle Otis. It's hard, and it's really not fair."

The sympathetic chuckle from the man in question made Vlad's scowl deepen, and before he could put up a proper fight, the pillow was once again snatched away from him.

"We need to tackle one problem at a time, as well as divide and conquer, Vladimir," Otis explained. "Why don't I get started on the Christmas decorations while you get some sleep?"

The teen didn't mean to look so disgusted at his uncle's honestly helpful suggestion, but the way the man burst out laughing only made him double down even more, especially as he felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment.

"I can't take a nap!" he protested. "I'm fifteen, not five! Fifteen year olds don't take naps! Besides, do you even know how to set up Christmas lights? You almost started a fire trying to make atole, so I think I should be on the lookout for more Uncle Otis mishaps, especially if they involve gas or electricity, wouldn't you say so?"

On any other day when Vlad's internal clock wasn't running thirteen hours behind, he would have realized that he made a horrible mistake in saying that. He would have noticed how his uncle's brow rose in amusement before he smiled - bared his teeth really - and went for the kill. But today - for the past few days - Vlad's internal clock was thirteen hours behind, so the only thing he noticed before his brain completely dissolved into goofy mush was the fingers gently but firmly digging into his ribs.

"Nohohoho Un-Uncle Otihihihis!" he screamed through his frantic laughter, his body twitching like he had just been struck by lightning. "What-WhatdidIdo?!" he hurriedly screeched as he tried and failed to pull his uncle's hands away from him.

"Why don't we run through them together, dear nephew of mine?" Otis playfully asked, chuckling when he spidered his fingers down to that terrible, awful spot on his lower ribs that turned his laughs into something resembling bird chirps. "First, you've had quite the foul mouth on you today. Second, there's the sass I got from you for expressing my concern about your wellbeing. Third, you're tired and jet lagged and this is the one way to help you go. To. Sleep."

He punctuated each point with a pinch to that awful, horrible spot, and what could Vlad do when that happened? He could do what he always did when that particular death spot of his was being attacked:

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing other than laugh, scream, squeal, flail around, and chirp like a bird.

"Why don't we go over your recent homework?" Otis asked conversationally, as if he wasn't being the evil uncle that Vlad first saw him as. "We can use that as a gauge to see whether or not you're ready to go to sleep. Won't that be fun, Vladimir?"

As the teen desperately nodded through his teary eyed, squeaky laughter, he gasped for air as the gentle yet agonizing pinches to his lower ribs came to an end. He rubbed his flushed face and took in air like had spent an eternity underwater, and after a minute, he gave his uncle a thumbs up.

"Alright then, where is the one continent in the world that vampires don't live -"

"Antarctica!"

The way Otis evily smiled at him threw Vlad for a loop, and before he could protest - that was the right answer! - the spot right above his kneecap was being assaulted with awful squeezes, and the teen was a mess of shrill laughter.

"Bu-But wahahahait!" he frantically begged. "Tha-Thatwasright, thatwasright!"

"I never said you needed to give me the right answer, Vladimir," the older man wryly remarked as he scribbled his fingers behind Vlad's knees. "Why don't we move on to the next question?"

"Do-Do I eheheven have a chohoice?" The teen asked through his breathless giggling as his uncle gave him a reprieve.

"No, I'm afraid not," Otis answered with a smug smile. "I need concrete evidence that you're finally tired enough to go to sleep, and I also need to make sure you're keeping up with studying the Compendium. It kills two birds with one stone."

Vlad shook his head, though the smile on his face really said it all.

"You're evil, Uncle Otis. You know that?" he asked.

The man in question shrugged.

"You may have told me that a few times, but if my evil ways are what gets you to sleep, then so be it," he remarked. "Now for the next question… who is the youngest vampire to sit on the Grand Council since the Black Death, and what is the minimum age a vampire can be to be voted onto the Grand Council?"

Vlad's eyes widened, and before he could answer, his uncle's horrible hands shot up and under his shirt and his fingers began dancing across his belly.

"THAT'S-THAT'S TWO QUEHEHEHESTIONS!" Vlad shrieked through his hysterical laughter. "NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIR! NOHOHOHO!"

"The clock is ticking, Vladimir!" Otis teased, poking and prodding at his nephew's stomach.

"I CAHAHAN'T! I CAHAHAHAN'T!" the teen wailed, his laughter going near silent from how agonizingly ticklish everything was. "I GIHIHIVE UP! PLEHEHEASE!"

"Are you sure?" The older vampire teasingly asked, feeling a twinge sadistic as he scratched a finger into his nephew's belly button. "Are you absolutely sure that you don't know the answers to these questions?"

All Vlad could do was tap out like his very life depended on it, and when the tickling finally stopped, he curled in on himself and gasped for air in between yawns.

"You're… so mean… Uncle Otis," he muttered as he rubbed his eyes and got himself comfortable. "Did I… Did I ever tell you that?"

"You just did a few seconds ago, Vladimir," Otis answered as he gave him back his pillow from earlier. He nodded in thanks as he placed it under his head, and he couldn't help but happily sigh as he felt himself being covered with a blanket. The last thing he registered before finally going to sleep was a hand brushing his hair out of his face and a caring voice softly saying,

"And if being evil is what it takes to ensure you get some much needed rest, then so be it."

Was that Uncle Otis?

His dad?

It didn't matter.

What mattered was that by now, they were one in the same, and that knowledge was what was letting him sleep in peace.

That, and getting the life tickled out of him.

#submission #V.T #tickle #tickle fic #Vladimir_Tod #Otis_Otis #fluff #SO CUTE I LOVE THEM AHHH!#They make my heart happy alkjerkjaejkrajker #thank you friend!

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spongebobafettywap · 3 months

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Hi I'm a Mystique fan. I feel like I'm part of a small minority here but I absolutely hate what they did to her in the new origins.

Like the Draco had her be easily tricked, heartbroken, used as a womb but at the end of the day she chose herself to get back at Azazel by nearly killing Kurt after his birth took everything from her and put her in grave danger at a rather vulnerable moment of her life (she just went through excruciating labor and right after that got chased by a mob for hours). She then went on and rebuilt herself, choosing on her own to never think about either of them again, and happily raised a child with the love of her life after meeting once again, being given some peace at long last.

These new origins had her be easily tricked even harder, even more heartbroken, used as a Goddamn printer and semen syringe by Destiny, hoe herself with people she wasn't even interested in or picked herself, build her entire hopes up of raising this child with the love of her life, expose herself as a mutant after "just seeing kurt", knowingly be put in direct danger by Destiny with a mob while she was trying to save their child, tricked into abandoning their child that apparently only she wanted, weeping alone by a cliff after doing some useless back and forth between a tree and a castle for someone who turned out to have bailed on her, spend 5 years tracking down Destiny to get back at her only to give that up because she chose to let her talk, presented Rogue as a consolation prize by the very person who tricked her into raising a child together in the first place, given the lamest explanation and excuses under the damn sun to justify everything (which with only a lick of knowledge on the situation would have made her realize those were more lies), convinced to forget about it with a full mind wipe she only agreed to do partially, .... She then went on to unknowingly remain with what could be best described as her life long abuser, devoting herself fully to her, placing her on a pedestal and as her main priority contrary to any children she's had even the one she raised, do everything in her power to resurrect her back to life and go back to doing exactly everything the same as before her death, be forcefully mind controlled by a telepath after said abuser gave the okay for him to do that if she didn't follow her along after she's shown some reservations and aversion to her last demands, go on to loudly mention her abuser as the other mother of the child said mother abandoned and chose to completely forget about... in the middle of active gun fight with their enemies aka for no damn reason (Kurt : "[Mystique] is my mom.", Mystique : "One of your moms!"), ...

I can't believe I'm saying this of my own volution but if I had to pick the better poison, I'll take the Draco.

Some people argued with me that through these new origins, Mystique had been given her agency back but ? I don't see how or where that is the case ?? Seems like she lost more of it and got left with none ???

Might be missing something here, maybe you can see something I don't ? What do you think ?

I'm guessing its a case of they for some reason like Destiny more so if she does more manipulative stuff they let it slide. They have some type of view where they have a higher tolerance for manipulative things women do compared to men. Or they let it slide because Mystique was in a long term relationship with Destiny. Or the other thing is they somehow think this whole thing adds to Mystique and Destiny's relationship... Nightcrawler being related to Destiny a character he barely has any dialogue with.. lmao. Honestly even if you hate the Draco at least it wasn't full of mindwiping retcons and more of "wow well you know everything of Kurt's life was planned!" It's also so bizarre that Xavier now apparently knew of Kurt's existence since he was a baby and at no point did he think "huh maybe i better reach out to this mutant kid who doesn't look like other humans"

#Maz answers #x-men #nightcrawler #mystique #xavier

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her-storybooks · 2 years

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Spring Showers: Aaron Hotchner and Y/N

Summary: Prompt – Sharing and Umbrella. It’s Spring and had been sunny all day! Why would she need an umbrella? Surely it wouldn’t rain. Author's Notes: Okay, I really loved writing this little drabble! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing. Remember to leave me your prompts over on Tumblr!

Why didn’t she bring a coat with a hood? She had seen the weather report in the morning, she knew there would be sporadic downpours of rain throughout the day. It was in the middle of Springe – the hot temperature a deceiver to the water constantly waiting to fall. In her own defense, it was now night, and they were supposed to be at home, catching up on rest and starting fresh the next day. That was a rare benefit of having a local case. There was no need for dingey motel rooms and long hours spent traveling in jets of SUVs. It was a ‘hop, skip, and a jump to unknown terrors,’ as Penelope had cheerfully put it. When she got the phone call that another body had been found in the park, Y/N didn’t waste much time clambering out of bed and putting effort into her appearance. She threw on some casual clothes with her badge and gun. It wasn’t raining when she left her apartment, so it didn’t occur to her to pick up her umbrella or a coat. Why would she? It was still so humid! Now she wished she had taken a few moments to gather her brain before she exited through the door.

The park was dark, lit up by flashlights and portable lights brought in by the team. The rain poured heavily, soaking Y/N’s hair and making her T-shirt more see-through than she would have liked. She looked around with a grumpy face seeing the rest of her team in hooded waterproof coats.

“How you doing, mamma?” Morgan shouted over the rain with a cheeky grin.

“Fabulous,” Y/N grunted, hugging her arms around her chest to hide some modesty.

A flood of light lit up the crime scene as a car pulled up on the side of the road. The team all looked and recognized Hotch’s dark car. They watched as Hotch got out of the car, umbrella in hand and shielding him from the sudden downpour. His footsteps splashed on the ground and mud, making tiny invasion marks on his jeans. It was always odd seeing him in his casual clothes, jeans, and a T-shirt. The cropped sleeves slid up and hugged his bicep as he bent his arm to carry the umbrella. A brief flash of Mr. Darcy crossing a misty field with a damp shirt went across Y/N’s mind. However, it wasn’t Mathew Macfayden’s face she was blushing over.

As he got closer, his confused frown became more prominent to the team members. “You didn’t bring a coat? An umbrella?” he grunted observing Y/N’s drowned rat state.

“I left in a hurry.” Y/N smiled sarcastically – not letting his usually attractive brooding sway her poor mood. Hotch looked at the other members of his team and their smug grins, wrapped comfortably in waterproof plastic. He glanced back over at a grumpy Y/N and watched how she shielded herself with little effect. He saw the raised goosebumps on her arms as the cool water contrasted with the humid air.

“Here,” he said quietly. Y/N looked at him unsure before he firmly pulled her towards him. He held her under the protection of the umbrella, but Y/N noticed how their sides were brushing against each other. As much as it pleased her, she wasn’t sure if Hotch was okay with this amount of contact or if he was just tolerating her presence to be polite. She stepped to the side slightly, so their bodies were no longer pressed into one another, but that meant standing half under the umbrella and half in the rain. The water bouncing off the umbrella slid off the fabric and pooled onto Y/N’s head, making her more soaked than she already was. She grinned and bared it, not wanting to make a fuss.

The team carried on discussing theories about the case based on their new victim, but Hotch was struggling to give his full attention to the case. In the corner of his eye, he could see Y/N blinking away the heavy stream of rain that poured onto her. Was she being uncomfortable to make him more comfortable? She must know by now he had no problem with her sharing his personal space. He secretly welcomed it. Slowly his hand left his pocket and snaked around to touch the side of her outer hip. He pulled her slowly towards him, not breaking eye contact with the rest of the team. He pulled her to his side and slightly comforted her into the nook of his arm. She didn’t argue or try to pull away again, he hoped she didn’t feel as if she was being forced into his embrace. He pulled his hand away gently, giving her the chance to step away if she wanted to. But to his surprise, she stepped closer. She continued to shout her own theories over the rain and contribute to the group’s discussion, at the same time warming his side. All the time being a welcomed weight against his arm.

Y/N kept her composure as she practically snuggled underneath Hotch’s arm as the rain fell down the team. She breathed through her nose, hoping to steady her heart. However, it had the opposite effect, his scent and smell that filled her nose made her heart beat faster. The heavy thudding began to dye down as they reached the end of their conversation. The agents no longer needed to shout to be heard and everyone’s hoods left their heads. But Hotch’s umbrella stayed upright and strong. And Y/N stayed neatly tucked into him.

“We’ll meet back at the precinct and go over victimology again,” Hotch said firmly to the rest of the team. They scattered like insects into their own cars. Y/N forced herself to shuffle and turn towards Hotch, stepping out from under the umbrella now there was no protection needed from the rain.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly.

“You’re welcome. Erm… you might want to…” was he blushing? Y/N was so unsure what made the crimson flush appear along his cheeks. “What?” she asked. He nodded down towards her chest.

“Your er… top. You might want to go home and… you know.” Y/N looked down and saw how her dark black lace bra was practically exposed to the world as her white T-shirt clung to her skin and became see-through from the water.

“Oh, God!” Now it was Y/N’s turn to blush as she covered her chest. “Yeah, I’m gonna, go home first.”

She ran quickly away from Hotch, mortified that he practically saw her in her bra.

Hotch stood there dumbfounded and lacking the mental ability to tell his legs to move.

#Aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch x y/n #aaron hotch fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #ssa aaron hotchner #reader insert #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner fic #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #Aaron Hotchner oneshot #Aaron hotchner fluff #prompt #pining #mutual pining

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gamerbearmira · 1 year

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The Coma AU, nothing but angst. );

Mirabel was tired. She was tired of being the family black sheep and the town pariah. She was tired of the pitiful looks her parents sent her when she walked passed them. She was tired of the snide remarks and hurtful words her sister gave her when they crossed paths. She was tired of being told to step aside and let the family do what they do best. But what about her? What can she do? What does she do best?

Get in the way, that's what.

Mirabel was in the kitchen, packing away as much food as her bag could take. She was leaving tonight no matter what. Today had been hell. First Abuela scolded her for being late to breakfast, even though everyone had barely begun eating, Camilo wasn't even down and when he did come down ten minutes later she greeted him with nothing but love and compassion. She was used to it. She hadn't expected any kind of love and compassion from Abuela in years and today she was her breaking point. She left breakfast early, ignoring Abuela's demands for her to come back, and began getting everything together. She avoided her family like the plague and didn't go to any of her jobs, leaving that responsibility to whatever Madrigal would be near.

She visited a man named Edwardo, who was usually found on the outskirts of the town in the jungle hacking away at the plants and trees. She had asked him how far we take her into the jungle if she paid him, so she could leave. He agreed. "Hello, senorita. Don't be late tonight, and make sure you bring the money. I don't do free work." She nodded and gave him half of what they agreed on now. "You'll get the other half when you take me where I need to be." He scowled and shoved the money in his bag. "I'll be here till one. Be here by then or you're out of luck, and you still have to cough up the rest of the money."

She was still avoiding her family, even when it was lunch she didn't go home. She wanted to get as far away from them as possible. Of course, nothing ever went how she wanted it to. "Ugh. There you are." Isabela stomped up to her, her perfect hair flowing in the breeze. "Abuela told me to come get you." Mirabel just stared at her oldest sister and refused to speak. Isabela scowled and reached to grab Mirabel's hand, "come on. I don't have all day, some of us actually have things to do other than sit on our asses and be useless." Mirabel snatched her arm out of Isabela's grip with so much force it tugged Isabela back a little. "Then go do it. Go be perfect, go be Abuela'a favorite. Go hate me somewhere else. Since I'm so useless, why don't you leave me alone? I know I'm useless, I don't you carving it into my head every time you see me." And she walked away, leaving Isabela standing in shock and drowning in her own anger.

Isabela stomped he way back to Casita, her mind racing with all kinds of hurtful things about her sister. When she sat back down, Dolores shifted away from her, and Abuela asked, "Where is she?" Isabela put on her best face, "She refused to come." Abuela scoffed and muttered that she'd deal with her at dinner. But she didn't come to dinner, her chair stayed empty like it had been all day. Agustin stood and was ready to go find his daughter, but Abuela forbade it. "If she wants to act like a child then let her. We will not tolerate this behavior. She will realize that we will not give in to her and she will come crawling back, then we can discipline her properly. Isabela hoped it was something horrible, like scrubbing Casita top to bottom and piling all the sand in Tio Bruno's room out. Maybe she'd get lost in it. She smiled at the thought, however horrible it may be.

She didn't come back for the rest of dinner, and even when everyone was getting ready for bed, she still did not return home. Julieta's worry only grew, as well as her anger, with her mother's disregard for her missing daughter. "She's probably at a friend's house. She's fine I'm sure." Isabela snorted. Mirabel? Having friends? The idea was laughable. What kind of brain injury or mental problem did someone have to be friends with her? She let out a small chuckle, and Luisa looked down at her, her eyes dark. Isabela waved her off, "It's just a joke, hermanita. Stop being so serious." Luisa kept her gaze firm and angry, "No one else finds you or your jokes funny. You're both mean and heartless." Ad she left. Isabela scoffed and flipped her hair. Sometimes Luisa was just as bad as that giftless brat. She looked over to her mama, who sat by one of the windows, her hands clasped together in worry. 'Stupid brat. Just come home already so we can all go to bed.'

Except she didn't. Pepa and Felix had to drag Julieta and Agustin away from the windows since it was nearing midnight. Abuela looked more irritated than concerned, "that girl." she muttered. "Don't worry, Julieta. She'll be home in the morning, I assure you." Isabela walked to her room after the door to her mother's room closed. "That little brat. She is so ridiculous! Who acts like this? She's such a brat." Isabela flopped onto her bed and groaned into the pillow. Why, out of all the kids her mother had to give birth to, did she have to get stuck with a little sister like her? She know she was wrong to think, but she was annoyed and tired. How stupid was she to stay out this late at night? She knows Abuela will punish her the second she walks through the door.

Isabela turned over and stared at the ceiling. She was hungry. She sighed and rolled out of her bed. 12:00 the clock read. Isabela walked out of her room and rubbed her eyes. Mirabel did nothing but cause problems, and now she had the whole family up in arms with worry because she wanted to stay out late and not let anyone know. It wasn't even that big a deal, all they had to do was ask Dolores where she was, but the little mouse decided to lock herself up in her room and go to bed early. Must be nice to have the easy job.

Isabela stopped. There she was. Mirabel. With two backs strapped to her shoulders and her hands on the doorknob. She didn't know why, but the sight of her sister made her furious. She didn't care that she needed to be quiet, she stomped down the stairs and started screaming. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mirabel whipped around but didn't have enough time to respond before vines circled around her legs and pulled her up into the air. She screamed in terror as everything she was carrying fell to the ground. Her glasses slipped off her face and shattered as they hit the ground. Isabela looked down at the piles of clothes and food and suddenly felt an unreasonable amount of fury. She looked up at Mirabel with wild furious eyes and began screaming again. "What do you think you are doing!? Are you stupid or something? You can't leave you don't get to leave! How selfish can you be?" She continued to scream and shake the terrified fourteen-year-old in the air. Mirabel begged her to let her down, to stop but she didn't.

Isabela then threw her into the air, making her scream in terror before she caught her again b the leg with another vine. "Who do you think you are? Leaving? We are Madrigals! We have a duty to this community, you don't get to abandon it!" Mirabel was weeping, her face wet with tears as Isabela tossed her around the air and caught her over and over again for what felt like forever. "Isabela Maria Rosa Madrigal! You put your sister down this instant!" The sound of Abuea's terrified voice shocked Isabela so much that she retracted the vines completely. And Mirabel fell.

BRO...WHAT. WTF???? WHO DOES THAT 😭😭

Listen, i don't care HOW mad or salty you are, you don't throw your sibling around like that. Like she has NO excuse. And THEN SHE DROPPED MIRABEL??? DAWG HOW YOU GON DROP HER AS WELL...not that she should've yanked her up like that. I can see why Luisa had gotten salty like that earlier, AS SHE SHOULD??? Mirabel leaving. Bro. She was in immense danger, lets be real here ☹️

Isabela better have a damn good apology or we pulling up 💀

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto luisa #encanto isabela #coma au

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theherosvillain · 4 months

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All I Want for Christmas - Vale's POV

Sequel to this

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Once twenty minutes had passed, Vale came back into the kitchen. Phantom was sitting on the floor, his face streaked with tears, the phone pressed up against his ear. Vale tried not to look directly at him. “Phantom, your time is almost up.”

Phantom nodded, and Vale pretended he wasn’t listening as the boy said goodbye to his mother. He looked pathetic and miserable, speaking into the phone in a soft, wavering voice. It was pitiful, the kind of weakness Vale would never tolerate. Vale averted his eyes from the scene. “I love you, too,” Phantom whispered. “Bye, Mom.”

Vale felt a pang in his chest. He still didn’t quite look at Phantom as he took the phone from him. The boy wasn’t done crying, it seemed, so Vale left the kitchen quickly. It wasn’t until he was halfway across the dining room that he noticed Phantom hadn’t hung up. He put it to his ear. “Ms. Argent?” he asked.

The woman’s voice came through as clear and cold as ice. “Are you the bastard who made my kid disappear?”

Vale flinched, but quickly regained his composure. So she was where Phantom got his boldness from. “I’m sure this goes without saying,” Vale murmured, “but you shouldn’t speak of this call to anyone.”

“Listen, I don’t know who you are,” she snapped, “but if you hurt my kid, I swear to god—”

“I haven’t.” The words rushed out unexpectedly. His face flushed, and he took a deep breath, unsure of what had gotten into him. His voice was measured as he continued, “Before you get any ideas, telling anyone about this call will not help him, and it will not help you. Do you understand?”

Her voice was still venomous. “Is that a threat?”

There was a tightness in his chest that he couldn’t explain. Stella Argent bore all of the most irritating resemblances to Phantom—defiance being the strongest of them, but he could see her protectiveness in him, too, and it almost made him angry. This woman had no idea how powerful Phantom was; she seemed not to know that he didn’t need her protection. Not for the first time, Vale found himself wishing he could have raised Phantom himself. This sort of influence was exactly why Phantom was having so many issues …

But Vale shook the thought off quickly. He was getting distracted.

“Ms. Argent,” Vale continued, “his situation is more precarious than you seem to understand, as is yours. If you tell anyone about this phone call, it will put him in danger. Do you understand?”

There was a pause. “Yes,” she muttered begrudgingly.

“Good.” He pulled the phone from his ear, about to hang up, when she spoke again.

“Wren is a good kid,” she said, her voice softer than before. “Don’t … don’t hurt them. Please.”

Before he could reply, the line went dead.

Vale took a few deep breaths, unable to explain why his heart was racing. When he finally returned to the kitchen, Phantom had regained some composure. His face was still flushed, but he wasn’t crying anymore. He leaned against the counter, fidgeting, barely making eye contact. On any other day, Vale might have reprimanded him for it. But Vale found he couldn’t quite look his son in the eye, either.

Phantom cleared his throat. “Thank you,” he muttered. “I … I really appreciated that.”

The tightness in Vale’s chest eased. He exhaled slowly. “You’re welcome,” he said. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” Without another word, Phantom stiffly retrieved his suitcase from the corner and headed up to his room.

Vale was relieved to do the same. Still, he found himself turning over Stella Argent’s words in his head. If you hurt my kid, I swear to god … It made his jaw clench. He hadn’t hurt Phantom. He’d never laid a hand on his son. She had no idea what she was talking about.

Responses swirled around Vale’s head, but they all sounded so defensive, so juvenile. He’s my son more than he is yours. You may have raised him, but that doesn’t mean you know what’s best for him. It may have been true, but it would be childish to argue about it. He didn’t need to prove himself to Phantom’s adoptive mother; she was irrelevant. He shut the thoughts away as he unpacked his suitcase, putting the matter out of his mind.

#original fiction #original writing #wip #oc: axton vale #oc: the phantom prince #oc: stella argent #(try not to) kill all your friends #this was so fun to write #have a little sneak peek into vale's brain! it's not a fun place to be!

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yeahimwiththeband · 2 years

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-> with the band prologue

sometimes i think love is for other people

warning: 18+ minors DNI due to smut in later chapters. also, people pleasing, anxiety disorder, codependency (just with mc’s mom, thank god), huge amounts of really ugly fabric from the 60s, repression. still not for larries :(

A/N: i write stories about girls with anxiety disorder learning to thrive and become who they are. first story post on tumblr, first attempt writing a book of any kind. thank you so much for reading. i do take requests and love any feedback or input or ideas. this is a love on tour fanfic, harry styles au, slow burn romance.

word count: .95k

The beginning of her happiness and their love story started with the end of another one, but Izzy didn’t know it at the time. To her, it just felt like a dead end. Watching her now-ex boyfriend’s car speed away, the road in front of her seemed dull and empty: back to her routine of working at the store during the day and living in her laptop at night.

Izzy couldn’t see what was just around the corner, if only she could push herself to make it there.

She couldn’t believe she was back here again, alone e in the boring suburb where she grew up. She had a cast on her arm and a cardboard box of relationship castoffs at her feet.

She had never even stayed over, so it wasn’t stuff like her toothbrush and moisturizer; in the box, Roger had given Izzy back everything she had ever given to him, all her carefully chosen gifts. She watched his car disappear down the street and heard her mother calling her from inside. She was 23, living at home, and as the sound of the engine faded away, she thought she heard an escape hatch out of her boring af life closing.

Her first and only boyfriend, done after a month. Even worse? Her mom had set them up. Roger was a childhood friend. And there was another layer of hideousness still, so ugly that Izzy couldn’t even say it aloud, not even in the silence of her own mind. Instead, she and her best friend Meg had come up with a nickname for the unspeakable thing: The Boulder. A fatal flaw that drove everyone away from her, despite Meg’s reassurances that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Izzy felt shame climb her legs like fire, burning up her spine and the back of her neck. The Boulder is why Roger left. She made the mistake of telling him, the mistake of telling the truth. Izzy felt like the least loveable person alive.

How could she go back inside and explain the breakup to her mom? What lie would she whip up this time to keep her happy? Maybe she could say that Roger was moving out of the country. Or that he had been drafted. Izzy wiped her face and pressed the back of her hands to her cheeks, trying to hide all evidence of tears before going back inside. She didn’t want to distress or disappoint anyone.

What was she doing wrong? Whenever a guy liked her, it was never something normal—it was always something totally weird, and always someone she didn’t even really like that much. She wanted a relationship like the ones her friends had, where they went on normal dates and didn’t seem totally consumed with panic and anxiety. Big love. Real love. Not having to ask Roger if she could stay over and being told no, because he had work in the morning. Her life at that moment felt like a long list of things she didn’t have and things she hadn’t done, an empty charade put on for her parents, who she could never seem to please.

She stood frozen on the sidewalk, contemplating her options. She could bring the box inside, tell everyone she was fine, and drown her sorrows in Netflix and A03, like she always did.

Instead, Izzy dialled her best friend Meg. The accident that left her with the cast on her arm and the scar on her stomach had turned her life upside down. All the things she could just barely tolerate before—basically, every single thing in her life—she could no longer smile and lie through.

When Meg picked up, Izzy was too close to crying to speak.

“What’s wrong? Did he… is it over?”

Izzy recounted the breakup: the message, the cold box drop off. “I didn’t even want to go out with him in the first place. It was for my mom, as usual,” Izzy sniffed.

“How are you feeling?” Meg asked. Izzy didn’t have the comfort of hiding from her best friend, because they had known each other since first grade; even when Izzy lied to try to stuff down her own feelings, as she always did, Meg knew what was really going on.

Izzy looked down at the discarded presents in the box. The baseball cap from Roger’s favourite team, which she pretended to love too. The t-shirt from his favourite EDM artist, which she had listened to for hours and hours even though she hated it. All this, and he didn’t love her back.

For the first time, Izzy tried to put words to the pain rooted deep in her chest: “Sometimes I think love is for other people.”

“Oh, Izzy,” Meg replied, nearly crying herself.

Izzy’s sadness filled the silence on both ends of the line. Izzy put the back of her hand up to her face to blot away the tears that had started falling.

“It is for you,” Meg said. “You can have it, too.”

“Then where is it?” Izzy asked. “Why haven’t I…”

“Roger didn’t even know you,” Meg said, sensing an opportunity to be more honest. “It wasn’t a—I know it’s hard not to take this personally, but honestly, the person he rejected wasn’t you.”

Izzy nodded, surprised by this revelation.

“You never let them see you,” Meg said gently.

Izzy pushed the box to the side, up next to the garbage that would be taken away the next morning. She took a deep breath, feeling unsteady.

“I have to…” Izzy searched around.

She looked down at the box of things she had said she loved to keep someone who didn’t even like her. Who she had nothing in common with. She hadn’t even gone after him; she had clung onto him just because he was around. She never went after what she wanted.

“I have to stop faking everything just to keep people,” Izzy continued, uncertain. “I have to do some things I’ve wanted to do.”

“Yes, yes, totally,” said Meg, so excited she was almost shouting. “What do you want to start with?”

That was the beginning of the three secrets.

And Izzy didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning of him: big love, real love, just what she needed. But not quite the way she imagined it.

chapter 1

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