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angelsworks · 8 months

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A Scarab Knows Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) x reader

Summary: Times when the scarab on your boyfriends back caught you in a lie.

Warnings: Smut, angst, insecure!reader, talks of period, 18+

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It took a while to get used to the scarab. Khaji Da was not what you were expecting Jaime to reveal after a couple of months of dating. Your boyfriend was so nervous as he explained the ancient alien that held the power of the blue beetle that had bonded to his back. At first you had no response. Then you wanted to see it to which Jaime happily obliged.

Your eyes found the shiny blue shell of the beetle in line with Jamie’s shoulder blades. Call it morbid curiosity that lead you to reaching out and gently tracing part of the scarab. When red eyes opened and glowed along the scarabs elytra in response you jumped back in surprise. The action causing Jaime to jump up and away from you.

He didn’t say anything, instead staring almost blankly at something behind you. An action you’d found him doing throughout your relationship. Only now did you realise it was because of Khaji Da.

Finally he spoke, “I think it likes you.”

From then on things got better with Jamie. There were no secrets between the two of you anymore and you could continue your relationship in peace. Well almost in peace. The scarab on his back was to blame for that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Khaji Da, it’s just that it was almost like another person you had to share your boyfriend with. A person that was with him all the time. A person that he has secret talks with. A person that he fought crime with.

You weren’t jealous. Jaime was yours and Khaji Da had no interest in him like that. It was just hard getting used to being in a relationship with Jaime and now Khaji Da. After telling you about his scarab Jaime could talk to it more openly, without you thinking he was strange. Sometimes you’d be with Jaime watching a movie and he’d answer a question you hadn’t asked. Or other times you’d be looking for something you’d lost and he’d blurt out it’s location, claiming Khaji Da had told him.

Khaji Da wasn’t all bad, in fact it treated you kindly and as a valued person to Jaime. Over time it too became protective like Jaime towards you. A gesture you found sweet. Well mostly sweet.

One evening you saw the positives to the scarab on your boyfriends back.

The day you’d had was one for the history books. Anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. This morning you overslept for class meaning you had to rush out the door. In class you realised you left your paper you’d been working on at your home. After class you went to your job at a local restaurant. A job that on a good day would wear you down and drain your social skills. But on a bad day? It was unimaginable. To add to it you started your period mid shift, unprepared of course.

Finally at the end of the day you remembered the plans you had to stay over at your boyfriends apartment. Despite feeling anything but happy, you plastered a smile on your face and pushed your tears back as you greeted him. You hugged him tightly and kept up your facade. Engaging in small talk about your day and your class. Purposely leaving out or brushing over the majority of bad bits.

Jaime was buying the facade of course and you couldn’t blame him. The two of you hadn’t been dating for long and he hadn’t learnt you yet. However Khaji Da had, or to some extent it had.

A quick body scan had revealed your true feelings. Your low mood, recently working tear ducts and uterus walls cramping. All of which was relayed to Jaime whose face quickly took to looking crestfallen.

“Mi Vida, why would you lie to me?” Jaime asks softly. Pulling you from beside him on the couch to his lap.

You look at him startled. Unable to form words or even think of a coherent answer. But he waits for one. Even though it takes a few beats of silence.

“What - how do you know?” You ask him perplexed.

His tongue swipes out over his lips, “Khaji Da scans almost everyone I meet. It makes a habit of scanning you especially.”

You nod slowly, letting the new information sink in. You wonder just how much Khaji Da knows about you. You wonder how much information it passed on to Jaime each time you met. Was this the first time it caught you out in a lie, or just the first time Jaime chose to bring it up.

“I didn’t want to burden you with my bad day Jaime. You seemed so happy. I just wanted to enjoy being with you today.”

Jaime sighed and held you impossibly closer. Rubbing your back as you let out a few tears.

“Nothing you tell me would burden me. I love you so much Cielo.” Jaime whispers in your ear.

“Cielo?” You ask, unsure of the endearment.

“It means sky or heaven. That’s what you are to me. Nothing my Cielo tells me burdens me. You are my world, Mi Vida.”

Although Khaji Da’s interference worked out this time, it didn’t always. One time in particular didn’t end well with Jaime.

It was just past nine when your eyes glanced over to the clock on the bedside lamp. Jaime had been pounding into you for what felt like hours. He’d been out all evening doing something for Kord industries. The topic a sore one as you knew of the previous feelings he felt for Jenny.

You tried to put your feelings aside and remember that Jaime was with you now, not her. Your efforts hadn’t been good enough as Khaji Da and Jaime had seen right through it. Leaving him no choice but to show you just how much he loved you.

Yet the hurried passion between you hadn’t given you the stimulation you needed to reach your climax even once. There was little foreplay and things unraveled and quickly lead to him being deep inside you.

At one point you’d moved your fingers to your clit, trying to gain something to take you over the edge. Jaime, thinking you were acting up as you often did with him (in dynamic of course) removed your hand and pinned it with your other above your head. He gave you a gentle kiss and whispered some dirty words in your ear.

“Are you close?” He panted, still hammering into you. You thought about saying no, then wondered what he would think. You started to feel insecure in the fact that your orgasm was taking so long. So you decided to pretend.

It wasn’t something you’d ever had to do before but once wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You moaned out a reply and started your act. Rolling your eyes back into your skull, praising your partner for his work, clenching your walls on his cock. It wasn’t long before he followed you. Stilling inside you before reaching his own.

After pulling out slowly and kissing your temple he rolled over, having a moment before getting a wash cloth for you.

Silence hung in the air. Comfortable silence of course, but silence non the less. Jamie’s hand found yours, holding it gently as he often did.

Some time passed before his grip changed and became tighter. He turned on his side and looked at you accusingly.

“You faked it?” He asked, a little hurt but mostly angry.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heating up. “Jaime it’s not like that, you know I wouldn’t - ”

“But you did, or else Khaji Da wouldn’t have brought it up.”

You let out a huff, “Why does it matter. I’m sure it happens to plenty of couples all the time. I’m fine. Your fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

You move to roll over only to be pulled back by an angry Jaime. You’d never seen him this annoyed before about something you’d done. Usually you couldn’t put a foot wrong with him. He thought everything about you was great. It would be a lie to say his anger didn’t make you guilty about being dishonest.

“It matters because your my girlfriend. We aren’t just another couple. And while I’ve got working fingers, a working tongue and a working cock I have no excuse not to make you cum.” He tells you in earnest, putting his anger aside for a minute.

Although the sentiment is there, his wording isn’t. Jamie’s right, everything about him works. There’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to make you cum. It’s you that’s the problem and that same insecurity creeps back in once more. Making you doubt if there was something wrong with you. Making you remember why you lied in the first place. You didn’t want him to think less of you.

“So why Mi Vida, why lie to me? You know I love you.”

You huff again but this time it’s more pitiful as you feel your throat tightening. “It’s not you Jaime, it was me. It just wasn’t happening. I don’t know if I needed more foreplay or something. Maybe it’s just me, maybe there’s something wrong. Please let’s just go to sleep.” You practically beg. The warmth in your face ever increasing from the embarrassment you now feel.

As he understands your words he feels his anger dissipate. “There is nothing wrong with you Cielo, I should have done more before you know, going inside you. It was rushed. But you need to know that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love making you cum.”

You smile, leaning over to kiss Jaime. Who responded eagerly almost trying to make up for lost time. Showing you that there was nothing wrong with you at all.

“Let me show you how much I love doing it Mi Vida.”

You could only nod as your boyfriend spent the rest of the night doing everything he could to make you cum.

By the time he’d done you’d finished a record number of times and had forgotten any ill will you’d felt towards Khaji Da. It turned out to be quite useful.

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 months

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trigger warning: abuse, animal death, malnutrition, my horrible writing. not proofread, we die like men!

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 - part 1. (you are here!)

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The bitter scent of nicotine clings to him wherever he goes, his cold, brown eyes devoid of life as he wakes up and gets ready for another day. Every day is the same - wake up, get ready for work, work, head back home, rinse and repeat. He was living. But, he was not alive.

As long as he could remember, this was the life which Viktor Martinović (read as Martinovich) was leading.

Growing up his family was always distant. Cold. Even scattered at times. He had some siblings, some alive, others long gone from the Earth. To him they were all like air, non-existent and invisible but yet oh so relevant. His father hailed from Croatia while his mother was an American. Viktor could recall some more peaceful times as he would sit on the front porch of his house, his grandmother serving him tea while his grandfather told him many stories. Be it folklore, urban legends, random stories he made up, Viktor loved them all. Unfortunately, he could not see his grandparents very often as they lived in the US and the cost of travel was a rare luxury to him.

The time he spent with his grandparents was precious. He was positive that it was the only time he felt true joy and tranquility. With them he could be a little boy and do what all the little boys did - run around the streets with his feet bare, fall hard onto the ground and skin his knees, find dead animals on the ground and poke at their remains.

That last thing became a favorite past time of his.

Be it birds, dogs, cats, hedgehogs, no tiny critter was safe from his clutches. At first he did nothing but poke the dead critter with some random stick. Its lifeless eyes would stare back at Viktor, taunting him to take more action. However, one day his father caught him poking a mangled little bird which Viktor did not understand was wrong. The anatomy of the animal had caught his interest and he had no other children to play with. What was so wrong with having a hobby? His horrified father dragged Viktor by the ear back home that day, his grip so tight that crescent shaped marks were left behind on the soft skin due to his fingernails.

His father was an awfully conservative man. Everything and everyone had their place in the home and that included Viktor, who just happened to be at the bottom of the food chain because he was the youngest. Viktor does not remember his fathers face very well.

He never liked him.

All meals would start with prayer and would end with his mother and sisters putting away the plates, sometimes with Viktor's aid. He wanted to be good. He wanted to be useful. His father always taught him that he was a man and that men needed to be strong. This is not something you should concern yourself with, his father told him one chilly autumn morning.

This is a woman's duty, said his stone-faced father.

He was around 8 years old when his beatings started.

Despite his young age, Viktor was a very gifted child. He understood that something was off about his family. The way in which his siblings would flinch away once father entered the room, the way mother was always in a hurry to serve him coffee and a hot meal the moment he got back home despite being on her feet all day set him on edge.

He was very sensitive when it came to his mother.

She was his first and only real friend. She was his rock, his hero. Viktor was often sick which caused him to be physically frail and weak. His complexion was always pale as a ghost, his lips always thin and bloody from him gnawing on them and his tiny hands were always covered in cuts and bruises. The eldest brother in particular always just loved to make fun of Viktor when it came to his lack of strength. You can't even break into a sprint!, the cruel boy would taunt him as he held Viktor's book high up in the air, tearing pieces of the pages in the process.

Viktor hated his brother. He loathed him. Religion was not something he was 100% sure he believed in but during evening prayers, Viktor would always put his concentration on the fact that he wished his brother was dead. A grizzly thought indeed.

He wished for him to die the cruelest, most painful death imaginable.

The older he got, his dream only seemed to grow further and further away.

His two sisters never paid any attention to Viktor unless it was absolutely necessary, such as clothing or bathing him. Viktor was not capable of doing many things on his own because he was like a little doll. Frail and easy to break. He lived in a big house in coastal Croatia, an old city known as Dubrovnik, where the summer was long and the sun shined so bright that Viktor never wanted to go outside because his pale skin would turn a disgusting red even with the tiniest of exposure. He would spend his days locked away in his room, reading, studying or maybe playing a game which he had stolen from his brother.

He always took a little pride in the fact that his brother never caught him being so sly.

His sisters would usually be in school in the afternoon or somewhere out and about while his mother took care of the chores. Despite his fathers words, Viktor wanted to help her in any way he could. His heart would melt at the sight of his mother as she would lean down to give him a kiss on his forehead, her tired eyes shining with love. She would never give him tasks which could tire him too much which the young boy silently was thankful for. His favorite chore was chopping up vegetables and meat and in no time, he became quite skilled with using the blade. If it was possible Viktor even started to carve intricate shapes from fruits and vegetables, usually roses because his mother was very keen on them.

She never had the heart to eat any of them.

The outside world was filled with squeals of laughing children, frustrated fishermen and the bustling tides but Viktor did not need that world.

He had his own little bubble which he was more than content with. It was also convenient for him that he was homeschooled, which allowed him to spend even more time with his beloved mother. She was a doctor and a really good one too. Other than teaching him the basics such as reading, writing and mathematics, she would often throw in some more obscure things such as philosophy and anatomy. She taught him about the human body, where each organ was and their purposes.

Viktor was always enamored with this vast sea of knowledge.

The human body is like a machine, his mother would say. Treat it well and it will operate well.

Time passed. Viktor had started to grow and was 11 years old now. He was still sick, still useless according to his father. The man was a renowned fisherman and would always bring home the biggest and best kills. He would take his eldest boy with him and teach him everything he knew, hoping that one day his son would become a master at this craft as well.

Viktor hardly ever went on these trips. The sea was a cruel mistress and weak men could not be near it. His father had barely managed to teach him the basics but the scorching sun and the bustling activity was too much for him. Viktor's skinny little fingers would always be injured from carrying the heavy cargo, which his brother always made sure to make even more difficult for him by giving him even more to carry.

He was a lost cause when it came to fishing, which was his family's main source of income.

No matter, Viktor would think.

He had his own skill sets which those baboons could never understand.

Viktor would hone his skills with the blade in secret, his usual victim for practice being the very fish which were caught earlier that day. Sometimes he would stay up all night and sneak up back into his room at the crack of dawn, his hands smelling horribly which caused his sisters to gag a little if they caught a whiff of the air. Viktor studied the insides of the fishes, taking dutiful notes and hiding them all in the wooden floorboards where nobody could find them. Scattered carcasses of other animals become precious to him as he always had to be swift lest he wished to be caught by someone. Hiding them was always a pain and concealing the smell was the hardest task he could just barely pull off.

Not all secrets can be kept hidden though. Viktor found out that the hard way when his brother caught him dissecting a dead poodle. Viktor fell to his knees and begged his brother to not spill the beans, fat tears caking his face as he hiccuped horribly, his whole body shaking like a leaf. His brother merely looked down at him with a sneer as he shouted for their father to come to the garage. As Viktor heard the approaching footsteps his heart was beating so hard that he was positive that he was going to die of a heart attack right then and there.

His brother was the devil. The exact replica of his father. He was in every way, his son.

Viktor could not walk or talk properly for three months after that incident. He became something akin to a dying houseplant, unmovable and withering away in the darkness. He stopped eating completely and became skinnier than ever. His father locked him in his room but took his books away just to add more salt to the wound. Countless days passed and Viktor was rotting in bed, slowly dying from the lack of sustenance and the massive sorrow which took over his very being. Spring had been long gone and summer was over as well. He didn't even realize that it was October.

It was his birthday.

On October 31st, Viktor was woken up with a soft knock on his wooden door. It was his mother, who was holding a tray filled with food. There was even a little chocolate flavored cupcake with a single candle sticking on top, the whick not quite lit yet. His mother wished him a happy birthday and shared the meal with him. Viktor ate the food quietly, his appetite not quite out there but was still grateful for the miniature feast. His mother took out a small lighter and lit the candle.

Make a wish dear, she said softly.

Viktor gripped his sheets with all of his remaining strength, his knuckles so tight that he almost injured himself. He could feel the delicate touch of his mother who sat next to him, her presence like the calm evening breeze. With a sigh, Viktor closed his eyes but before he could blow out the candle a thought popped into his mind -

Just what was he going to wish for?

He did not see himself making it far in life despite his top notch grades. His family, father in particular, would always drag him down back to the ground. All of the money they had would most likely go to his siblings with just a tiny inheritance left to his name and when his parents both eventually passed the entire estate would go to his brother.

A lump formed in his throat as Viktor came to the realization that he had nothing to live for. He had no one on this Earth other than his mother.

He was no better than a ghost.

However, ghosts could not rest until they fulfilled some sort of quota in their lives, that one last thing for them to do so that they can finally take their final breath and bid their old life goodbye.

That goodbye came in the form of a cough.

It was his father.

His dark eyes stared down at Viktor, a strange glint of determination shining brightly inside them. With his arms crossed and mind set, he spoke:

"The weather may not be ideal but it is advantageous for your.... condition. You will not rot away in the sun, nor in this room like some coward."

His father took a few strides closer towards him, his footsteps so heavy that he could feel the floor creak beneath the heavy pressure. Viktor felt his whole body tense up as he was forced to look his father in the eye, his teeth clenching so tightly that it felt as though his jaw was going to break from the pressure. The only thing that gave him an iota of comfort was the fluffy blanket across his body, its softness a weak shield in stark contrast to the rough man before him. Viktor felt his fathers hand land on his shoulder, his touch disturbingly friendlier than usual.

"You will head out with your brother soon, to the sea. It is time you start pulling your own weight properly. I won't ever allow any son of mine to be weak."

Viktor's eyes widened - Christ, how could this be happening? Why was this happening? Cold terror came over him as he felt his lunch threatening to be spilt all over his parents.

It was soon prevented by a thought. A very devious thought.

On this little excursion it was just going to be him and his brother. All alone, at sea. The only thing keeping watch over them would be the grey stormy clouds high above them.

And just like that, Viktor had hatched a plan.

There was no going back from this moment.

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Ahaha, here it is, the long awaited backstory for my OC, who finally has a full name! I decided to split it into several parts because it was getting kind of long and I really just wanted to post something about this guy. The demand for him is honestly kind of silly... Dare I say overwhelming even.

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alexsoenomel · 9 months

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Feelin’ Baby Blue (Dean Winchester x Reader smut/fluff)

Requests: can you write a story where dean is just like touch starved and wants to cuddle so he doesn’t have nightmares while he sleeps.

Could you write a story where dean just needs a little comfort? like he’s had a rough day or is just feeling off and wants to be held and feel safe in the readers arms

Summary: Dean set you free by accident, not knowing you can feel the pain he was in and not knowing you’re able to give him what he secretly craved.

Pairing: Dean x Genie!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Reader is a virgin, Dean is broken and pathetic, sweet love making, and Big O’s

Word count: 3.8k

Note: I added a little bit of fluffy smut because I’m a pathetic horny bitch and Dean deserves to get laid.

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

Wake up. Go to work. Collapse on the coach. Wake up. Make lunch for tomorrow. Shower. Sleep.

Over and over again.

Every day. The concept of time didn't exist, only work and work alone. You didn't know who you were, your true authentic self was buried deep in you, along with your dreams and goals. In this world dreams and goals were considered unnecessary, plus you didn't even know what your dreams and goals were. You were only aware of one thing and one thing only – you had to work in order to survive. This job was your bread and butter, financial issues disappeared but you could still feel the world crashing around you. Your life became only your 9 till 5. You had no one, with family scattered around the country, and friends being in different stages of life, you were left to only interact with people in your dull office job which made you hate this life even more. Empty conversations, small talk, gossip…

You didn't even remember the last time you genuinely laughed while talking to someone. Once you entered this machine, this cursed cycle called the capitalistic society, your life lost all meaning.

It was the same day over and over again.

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North Platte, Nebraska

Sam and Dean just killed a nasty witch. She had been cursing family homes all over Nebraska, making family members eventually kill each other in fits of rage and insanity – reasons unknown. She was an old one – old as time. Her house was filled with endless shelves of books of ancient dark magic, ancient artifacts chattered all over, herbs, talismans – whatever a witch’s heart desired, she had it.

"Poor guy!" Dean said, looking at the white rabbit lying on the coffee table. His eyes were closed, his little body completely relaxed and spread out – it looked dead. "That bitch was creepy as hell!" He added. Dean was never fond of witches.

"I still don't understand why she was killing all those families!" Sam wondered, looking around her messy living room.

"Beats me!" The older Winchester shrugged his shoulders and put the gun with witch-killing bullets back in his jeans.

He was just about to tell Sam that it was time to go since the place was giving him the heebie-jeebies when he saw something that piqued his interest on one of the bookshelves.

"Sam, look!" His fingers were gently holding a medium-sized bottle filled with floating whiteish, blueish puffs. He was smiling like he just found his favorite childhood toy.

"Are those clouds?" Sam asked, trying to see what was inside the bottles. Nothing apart from "clouds" his eyes registered.

Dean, being Dean (childish and chaotic at times), started shaking the bottle, hoping something would happen. It didn't. The "clouds" were just floating in the bottle as he was shaking it.

"Dean, put it back where you found it, and let's get the hell out of here!" Sam told him.

"Fine."

As he was about to put it back on the shelf, a light bang echoed through the living room causing both Winchesters to turn around with their guns ready to kill whatever made the sound. Dean didn't even notice that he dropped the bottle, shattering it completely. The clouds were floating right behind them as they put their guns away realizing it was just the rabbit that Dean thought was dead on the coffee table. It jumped on the wooden floor knocking a little stone in the process. It just stood there looking at them.

"He ain't dead!" Dean's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't help but smile – he'd always feel sad for the poor animals that were used for witchcraft.

Instinctively, both brothers then glanced at the dead witch lying a few inches away from them. She was still dead as a doornail. Good.

The rabbit sniffed the witch's face before urinating all over it. Both brothers chuckled. Even better.

In the meantime, the cloud behind them started growing bigger and bigger. It reached Sam's height and exploded as both brothers were hit with a force so strong it knocked them to the floor. Dean hit his cheek, and Sam his nose, causing a few drops of blood to appear seconds later.

"What the –" Dean said and looked behind him.

Sam did the same as he whipped the blood coming from his nose. "Holy crap!"

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Five minutes before.

As you were about to answer your next call, bored out of your mind, staring at your computer screen and seeing the calls pile up, you noticed something unusual. Your colleague Dave was in the middle of a conversation and yet you couldn’t hear him behind his computer anymore – which was unusual considering he was the loudest one in the office. The telephones around you stopped ringing– all of them. You looked through the window and saw the rain that was pouring outside just seconds ago, frozen in the air. You turned around and there she was; Karen stiff as a statue, mouth open, holding a chocolate bar inches away from her face.

"What the–"

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You woke up. Finally, you woke up. The hell was finally over. You were finally free.

Right in front of you was a sight to see– two gorgeous-looking men staring back at you. One of them seemed more broken than the other. They seemed puzzled.

“How did you free me?” You asked, looking down at your body, seeing you weren’t in your business attire anymore. Instead, you were wearing your baby blue summer dress again. You missed that dress – haven’t worn it in 5 years.

“Free you? Who are you?” The shorter one asked. His hand then went behind his back…he had a gun.

“That gun is useless on me.” You said and glanced at the taller one who also tried the same. You tilted your head to the right, squinting your eyes, looking at the taller one…the name immediately pooped in your head. “You’re Sam.” And a few seconds later the shorter one had a name too. “Dean.” You said looking at him. “Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Both brothers stared at you before Dean finally asked: “Who are you?” His voice was deep, sharp, and kind of intimidating.

“Call me G,” you said.

“How do you know who we are?” Sam asked. “Are you even human?”

“I know the people who summon me. In this case, you didn’t exactly summon me, you freed me.” You explained, “I’m a Genie.”

“A Djinn?” Dean asked in confusion and partial disgust. By the sound of his voice you could tell he wasn’t a fan of actual Djinns. You weren’t either. They were far more chaotic and evil and somehow humans would always mix you with them.

This man is wearing a mask, even his younger brother cannot see. His soul is aching.

“You humans always put me in the same basket as them. No, I’m not a Djinn.”

“Explain!” Dean demanded.

“Who else is a genie and wears blue…or rather is blue?”

Sam's eyes immediately widened as he connected the dots. “The Genie?”

“Bingo!”

Dean then connected the rest. “Like The Genie from Aladdin?”

“Something like that.” Your mouth smiled for the first time in so long it almost felt unnatural.

“I need a drink!” Dean said looking at his younger brother who just stared back at him, not knowing what to say.

“Oh, the bitch has a fine whiskey collection in the cabinet behind you, take your pick and I can explain everything.”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

“Pour me a double Dean!”

“Roger that!”

After both brothers were intoxicated enough you started talking. You were born in 1992 when the original Aladdin came out. It was an absolute hit all over the world, children loved it, young adults and parents loved it. Genie became a star and that was how you were born. Children especially, desperately wanted their favorite character to be real and to grant them those three wishes and voila…

You didn’t remember much from your birth. You just knew one day you became sentient, real and aware of your purpose – making humans smile. From that day forward you were traveling all over the world and granting wishes – healing the inner child of each broken adult who would summon you and making the world a better place. It wasn’t until the witch found you and bound you to be her slave and used your magic whenever she pleased. The thing that separated you from the real cartoon Genie was – you could grant as many wishes as once heart desired. She used you for revenge, hatred and to satisfy her undying greed for riches – everything you didn't stand for. You were more than glad that she was dead.

“So wait, you’re actually a tulpa?” Sam asked. You were surprised by his logical thinking.

“You can say that.” You confirmed.

Dean took the last sip of whiskey not really knowing how to feel about all of this. Tulpas were a familiar concept for him for sure, but a tulpa of a fuckin’ cartoon character not so much. One thing puzzled him though…

“Isn’t Genie supposed to be a blue man with a ponytail?” He finally spoke.

“Kids didn’t imagine me to be a blue man with a ponytail.” You said, feeling how tired he was. No sleep could subside that.

Sam was hanging by the thread of sanity and good mental health, while his older brother had waves of sorrow and pain crashing into him every second of the day. He was craving something so desperately he was embarrassed of it.

Dean’s lips formed a small O. “Oh, okay.”

“How do people, or kids, summon you?” Sam asked. Real world was a bit different than the cartoon. The part where you live in a lamp at least.

"You just have to rub the lamp the right way" Dean was just waiting for the moment to make this reference since he was secretly a big Christina Aguilera fan. You chuckled, remembering the first time you heard that song in a bar of all places. Sam just looked at Dean like he was about to punch him. Dean grinned.

“That’s gross, Dean.”

“You just have to think of me long and hard before you go to sleep and I’ll pay you a visit.” You finally explained, eyes fixed on Dean. You knew what he craved, you could see right through him, even though he tried to hide it by avoiding your gaze.

“What are you going to do now?” Dean asked you, still avoiding meeting your eyes. He was looking at the book shelf right behind you.

You smirked and stood up. “Might pay you a visit.” Was all you said before you disappeared, leaving both brothers perplexed and a little tipsy.

***

When Sam and Dean came back to the bunker, the younger brother decided it was time to rest while the older one was pondering over your last words.

“Might pay you a visit.”

He couldn’t help but remember your sharp and rather strange gaze. Something about it intimidated him – he felt naked whenever you would look at him. He was a closed forbidden book, only Sam could open it and yet in your presence he was completely exposed – or at least that was how he felt. The thought of you was consuming him slowly, in the shower, in the kitchen, before dinner, after dinner… When he finally went to bed he caved in, remembering your words.

“You just have to think of me long and hard before you go to sleep and I’ll pay you a visit.”

He was slowly drifting, his mind scattered and consumed with only your picture. As his eyes became heavy he heard a whisper – he knew he wasn’t dreaming yet.

“Dean!”

His head left the soft surface of his pillow as he opened his eyes only to see you standing next to his bed.

“G?” He whispered as his hand reached over and turned on the lamp on his night stand.

“I can feel it, y’ know” You said and sat on the edge of his bed. He sat up, back against the headboard.

“Feel what?” He asked even though something was already telling him the answer he thought he didn’t know.

“Your soul is aching, Dean. There’s not enough alcohol and meaningless night stands in this world to ease your pain. It’s too sharp, too deep. You broke my heart as soon as you set me free.”

You knew pain. You felt it all. In sick children, in traumatized adults – you knew every shape it would take, but Dean’s pain was impossible to feel. It was too much even for you.

“I didn’t realize you’re a shrink too.” The sass was evidently just a coping mechanism – one of the masks he would wear to survive this terrible life he was living.

You weren’t bothered by his words. You knew he would eventually say the forbidden words. Without warning you climbed into his bed and sat on his lap, both of your legs on his sides. You stared at him, fingers tracing along his cheeks, jaw, until you reached his perfectly full lips. He was beautiful – one of the most beautiful humans you have ever seen. His genetic blessings didn't outshine his blessings from within. His soul, even broken and in pain, was still full of love and compassion. It was such a beautiful mix of love and tragedy. Your face was inches away from his and as you got closer, the pain got sharper. You were ready to make him feel whole again, but he had to say the words.

“I know what you crave, Dean. I can feel it.”

“A sexy chick wearing a Zorro mask on top of me?” Still with the humor. You found it cute to an extent. Silly Dean.

“Meaningless sex won’t fix that, y’ know?”

“Yeah,” He finally gave up the shenanigans when he saw you weren’t buying the shit he was trying to sell. “I’ve learnt to live with it.”

You could feel his hot breath against your face as you got even closer. Dean’s eyes softened, jaw relaxed as he cupped your cheek. He only now noticed how beautiful and angelic you look, even under the light of his shitty lamp on the nightstand. Your soft skin under his fingertips felt a little too intimate for him, and yet he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop.

“You don’t have to live with it though. I can make it go away, you just have to say the words.”

You cupped his hand with yours, his touch sending shivers all over your body. You really liked the sensation. You were craving more. His hand was hot, soft and human. No man nor woman has touched you like this.

“You mean like, make a wish?” He was finally starting to get it.

“That’s how it goes, right?” You smiled.

“Christ.” – he muttered before swallowing nervously – “I wish I didn’t feel like this.”

“Like what? My magic cannot read minds. You have to be specific.”

He took a deep breath, feeling like he was about to embarrass himself. Verbalizing emotions wasn’t something he was comfortable with. “I wish the pain I feel didn’t exist,” He stated and the words just kept coming. “I wish I wasn't so... broken? I wish for more than just meaningless night stands.” He confessed before it hit him. “Wait, does this count as 3 wishes?”

“You can wish as many things as your heart desires, handsome. Now, close your eyes!”

Dean closed his beautiful green eyes as you went in for a kiss. It usually doesn't work like that. You weren't a crossroads demon. You would usually just snap your fingers and disappear right after. Your magic was powerful and yet simple. But this time it was different. This time a man with a broken soul asked to feel whole again, to feel again. He wanted more than meaningless transactional touches and kisses so you decided to give him what he wanted. You have never come across such a special soul like Dean Winchester. He was giving too much and yet the world was consumed by greed and constantly wanted more. His brother Sam was everything he had, his rock, his world and yet even he couldn't heal things inside of his older brother. Dean was tired of feeling like this.

The kiss was innocent and your first. You didn't exactly know what you were doing but you liked it. His lips were soft and lonely. He was hungry for a connection he didn't have. His body was desperate to be touched. His hand went in your hair as he slowly deepened the kiss, leaving you hot and panting. You have seen people kiss and sleep with each other. You were an avid watcher of rom coms – your favorite pastime whenever you would roam around the world, traveling and making people smile.

Even The Genie needed air, so when you couldn't breathe anymore you broke the kiss. Dean's eyes full of adoration refusing to stop looking at you. How strange how now he was ready to strip his soul and actually look at you.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you pushed them above his head, your face dangerously close to him. You wanted to kiss him again.

"Am I supposed to feel different now?"

"No, this isn't something I can fix with a simple kiss. Your soul is craving another soul and I intend to give you mine. Kiss me!"

Dean lifted his head from the pillow and kissed you again this time slipping his tongue right away in your mouth. His kisses were coded with mint and you liked the taste.

It felt like an instinct almost when your hips started moving, grinding against his dick – only your panties and his boxers separating you. He was already hard and desperate, moving up and down trying too hard to satisfy the need that was only growing stronger.

You have never surrendered yourself so freely, letting a human touch you, let alone kiss you like he did, but you have never had a man like Dean asking you to fix something within him that the world so joyfully broke.

His hands were roaming freely all over your body, studying the shapes along the material of your dress as your lips never left his, until he started kissing your jaw and neck, sending you into a blissful euphoria you never knew existed in the first place. You let out a sigh as your hands went into his hedgehog like hair.

"Love me, Dean!" You spoke between pathetic moans and sighs. "Love me and I'll be yours forever!"

He heard you but his lips were too busy getting drunk on your neck to say anything so he just took you by the waist with both hands and like you were nothing flipped you over.

His lips found yours again in a desperate sleepless hunger as your hand took his and guided him to your already wet underwear.

"Touch me! I'm yours!" You said, letting him know he could. It has been a long time for him and you could feel the nervousness pumping through his veins. As soon as his fingers touched the wet fabric of your panties, pushing it lightly against your wet cunt, you moaned.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He asked, again showing you how beautiful and carrying he was.

You placed a kiss on his lips. "Yes, I am sure."

Your voice was sweet like honey and Dean was experiencing a sugar rush.

“Oh and you can leave my dress on. I can feel how much you like it.” You added and winked.

Dean didn’t quite understand what you meant by that so he asked.

“Can you read minds?”

You smiled. He was adorable. “Not exactly. I can feel it. Your desires, what troubles you – everything. It comes in waves.”

You didn’t let him say anything, instead you crashed your lips on his as your hands went underneath his shirt feeling his soft skin covered in scars. If only he knew his soul shared the same resemblance. Dean realized where your hands were and in a second got rid of the t-shirt.

“I want you!” You whispered into his ear.

He was hypnotized, not really aware of his surroundings, his hardships, his name. Only you existed in his brain, heart and soul.

He took off his boxers, and your panties moments later – leaving you only in your dress and pressed the tip of his dick against your entrance. Nose touching, eyes locked, feeling each other’s breaths on your faces he entered you slowly. It didn’t occur to you that it would hurt since it was your first time. You gasped at the new sensation.

“You’re so tight!” Dean whispered. “Jesus!”

“Move! Please!” You begged. He didn’t need to know. He was your first and only one. After this night your soul will be bound with his, forever.

He moved slowly first, letting you adjust and relax under him. Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades as soon as waves of pleasure started splashing you. The pain was gone and you were in pure bliss.

“God, you’re beautiful!” He told you, placing kisses along your jaw.

You moaned his name in response as his pace became faster, his thrusts harder. Your body was on fire and yet you felt a sense of calm. You could feel his pain slowly fading. His worries disappeared. You were stitching him back together.

“You’ll feel whole again!” You said before kissing him.

As he was pounding into you, you could feel something building up in the lower part of your stomach. Your eyes, usually sapphire blue, started fading, replacing the shade with a very light baby blue color. You grinned when you realized what was happening. His wish was about to come true.

“Your eyes –” Dean noticed but you sealed his mouth with a kiss. As he was slamming into you, your climax hit you like a truck. Your body was stiff, pure pleasure engulfing you completely – nothing you have ever experienced before. Dean didn’t stop until he came seconds later, panting and whimpering – completely falling apart from pleasure. He collapsed on you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

“This feels different.” He said, trying to catch his breath.

“How so?”

“Feels like love.”

“Your wish is my command!”

You didn’t leave that night. He fell asleep in your arms, for the first time and in a long time, snoring. No nightmares. His pain was gone. Since sleep was an unfamiliar concept for you, you just enjoyed his presence while your soul was warming up his now healed one.

You knew you weren’t free to roam the world anymore. You were content with being his – forever.

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Kinktober Day Twenty-Five — Dacryphilia

❝ — ❤️ lady l: day twenty-five of kinktober! Sorry for the delay!!

❝❤️pairing: yandere!seokjin x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, non-con/dub-con elements, oral sex (male receiving), face-fucking and dacryphilia.

❝❤️word count: 960.

You were alone, in a dark room, the only lighting coming from a flickering candle. Tears streamed down your face as you held onto your clothes, or what was left of them.

As the tears fell, you mind became lost in the moments shared, but now overshadowed by secrets and lies. Behind you, in the dim light, he watched silently, hidden in the shadows. Twisted satisfaction danced on his lips as he watched your suffer. His morbid interest only grew as he saw your weaken.

Seokjin always appreciated seeing you crying.

You sobbed softly, with your heart broken, lost in a web of betrayal that you couldn't unravel yourself. Jin, with eyes that never revealed his true feelings, seemed to find pleasure in your silent agony.

The room was permeated with an oppressive atmosphere, as if the walls witnessed the unfolding of this pain that ate you from the inside out. While you cried, he remained there, in the shadows, feeding on the suffering he had caused. It was a game of dark emotions, where you were trapped in the abyss of your own tragedy, while your captor reveled in your anguish.

"I love that sound you make, you know that?" You trembled in fear when you heard Jin's melodious and bored voice sound in the small space.

"I-I know..." You sniffled, wanting to stop crying so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crying.

Jin approached you and knelt down and cupped your face in a tender way that disturbed you more than the worst insults he had spat in your face last night while violating you. He smiled and whispered, "You're so beautiful."

You hated him. You hated how he played with your mind, one night insulting you and the next day praising you. You hated him more than anything.

And he knew it. Jin knew you hated him and he liked that. He liked to exert that power on you, to see you broken and crying like an expensive and refined piece of art.

Or as he preferred to call it, a broken toy. But he loved playing with you.

Jin licked his lips when he noticed a small bruise on your neck, teeth marks. He loved how your skin was so soft, the marks suited you so much.

''You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life.'' He smiled when he saw a flash of happiness in your broken gaze. He wasn't lying, you were very attractive and with each passing day he found himself falling more and more under your spell, losing all the control he once had. And Seokjin can’t have that, which is why he wants to break you.

Because then you would never have control over him. You needed to be broken for his sake.

It was for these reasons that he made you cry every day since he brought you into his home, to protect you because he loves you. Everything he did is out of love and that's what Jin tells himself as he lays you down on the cold floor and gets over your body, your horrified gaze meeting his and your eyes red from crying.

That's what he tells himself as he tears the remaining pieces of your once-gone clothes off. It didn't matter, he could always buy you more clothes later, you just needed to be a good girl.

Jin worked quickly, no patient to please you today. He stood and unbuckled the belt of his pants and pulled them down along with the underwear he was wearing, his hard cock in front of yoir tear-stained face. You sniffled and held back a cry of pain as he pulled you by your hair and you were forced onto your knees, your face being pressed against his cock.

"Open your mouth, princess." He ordered and you reluctantly opened it and without waiting any longer, Jin shoved his cock inside your mouth, forcing you to swallow his entire length. You gasped and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, moving his hips and fucking your mouth.

He grabbed your hair and forced you harder against his dick, making you swallow everything you could. He pounded your mouth, your throat sore and your eyes watering. Jin licked his lips at the sight he saw and grabbed your head, making you stay still while he fucked your mouth.

He moaned loudly as he came in your mouth, his cum being dumped down your throat, making you choke even more. You tried to breathe, but he wouldn't come out of your mouth.

Jin pulled away and you fell to the ground, your hands bracing yourself so your weak body wouldn't fall to the ground. He seemed satisfied and smiled at you, pulling you up and kissing your lips hard, feeling his dominance. Jin grabbed your breasts and groped them roughly, as if they were mere toys for him to squeeze.

You cried as your mouth was violated, his tongue sucking on yours with desire. Your breasts hurt as they were squeezed and worst of all, you felt your pussy getting wet from the stimulation.

He pulled away and kissed your neck, his hands grabbing the flesh of your ass and squeezing it tightly as he bit your neck. You sobbed as he brought your hand to your pussy and touched it, hearing a soft laugh from him when he saw how wet you were.

Jin loved hearing your whines and your crying. He could already feel his cock hardening at your protests. So beautiful and so his.

He knew he would be the only one to hear your cry forever, after all, you were his.

#kinktober #kinktober day 25 #kinktober 2023 #BTS #bangtan boys #yandere bts #yandere!bts #yandere bangtan boys #yandere jin #jin x reader #yandere jin x reader #yandere seokjin #yandere seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #smut

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So I saw this post going around a bit ago saying that it was endo/nondisordered systems that spread support for osddid systems and pushed for more research of traumagenic systems and idk how true that is considering back then, systems were under the MPD dx before they changed the dx in the DSM. MPD was not the same thing as an endo system, but rather most likely either a traumagenic osddid system that didn’t have a proper understanding bc psychologists didn’t get it yet or a person w bpd schema modes that people misunderstood as an osddid system. (Not to say that systems with bpd don’t exist, we’re one such system, but the two are not the same thing). Idk. I feel like it’s in bad faith for endos to say “we’re responsible for why you have research at all btw”. I’m almost positive it’s just regular traumagenic systems who did not have the same knowledge and research we have now pushing for that/fighting for ourselves.

I'm not sure if I'm misreading or misunderstanding, feel free to correct me! There's a few points I'm going to touch on, though, just to cover all the bases. Settle in.

This is actually a really common myth I see from endos-- that MPD either included endogenic systems, and/or that MPD didn't require distress or trauma, and that the change to DID excluded all these systems by... requiring dysfunction? This chart is often used to showcase the differences between the disorders and how the disorders became "more restrictive", excluding systems from the diagnosis.

Which is a weird argument-- If MPD supposedly pathologized all plural experiences by not including distress or trauma in its criteria, wouldn't you hate MPD more than DID? And yet there's a HUGE community of systems that prefer the MPD diagnosis over DID for weird reasons.

However.

The truth of the matter is that MPD and DID are the exact same disorder, renamed. Even as MPD, it still required trauma and dysfunction for diagnosis (it even still talked about it being a childhood disorder), but even back then, no one read the whole goddamn entry for MPD. From the DSM III.

It's a very frustrating running theme.

The only thing that changed was the name, and it wasn't changed because they didn't believe in the diagnosis. All five were renamed to reflect a better understanding of the mechanisms behind the disorder and dissociation in general. I guess they didn't believe in any of these disorders.

What's really interesting is the changes that were made from the DSM III to the DSM III-TR (PDF). Here's a few choice changes for those on a phone.

(Most interesting to me are the changes to the amnesia criteria)

As you can see, the changes actually significantly expanded the criteria to include more presentations.

The DSM IV is where the name was changed to DID. In less than two years, the DSM IV TR would be released where all of the "cautionary" statements about overdiagnosis of DID would be removed, and we all know what the DSM 5 looks like.

SO.

What were endo/nondisordered systems doing around this time?

Why, being fucking douchebags of course.

The DSM IV was released in 1994, and in 1995, Astaeasweb was started. They were the first major group in this clusterfuck. They were the first to describe "non disordered" plurality, and soon after coined "natural multiplicity".

This was the start of the endogenic movement.

And all they did during that time was call for the boycott of MPD and DID.

"This DID boycott in particular held significance because it caused extreme harm to people with DID/OSDD. This boycott was intrinsically tied to both the anti-psych and natural multiplicity movements. Boycotters often held the belief that DID/OSDD weren’t real and should be removed from diagnostic manuals. Pages on natural and empowered multiplicity tended to go hand-and-hand with boycotting the DID diagnosis as well as boycotting psychiatry or psychology. As a result, this boycott impacted both society’s and psychology’s perceptions of DID/OSDD, and left lasting effects on the DID/OSDD community."

Pluraldeepdive, links and archives in post, check them out, they're an amazing resource.

It was around 1998 that the divide began between "empowered multiples" and "survivor multiples". This is where the real ableism started.

The 2000s introduced the "Healthy Multiplicity" movement. "The purpose of this movement was to establish that plural experiences were not pathological. Participants in this movement often insisted that childhood trauma or abuse could not cause plurality or multiplicity." [x]

This is where we start to see the rise of what is now the endo community, built off the boycott and definitions that were continually being twisted until they lost all meaning.

It went from, "MPD isn't a disorder," to "trauma doesn't define us," to "you don't need trauma at all".

And so it goes, on and on, until today.

A lot of these groups didn't call for more research and they twisted research that was already in use. In fact, in 2003, Pavillion, one of these groups, set their sights on the DID wiki. "The Pavilion organization used a system called action alerts to keep track of various DID-related events or articles. Pavilion members would then coordinately inject controversy and natural multiplicity theories into these spaces."

So in actuality, they were actively fighting and hindering research at the time.

I don't think it matters whether they were actually DID or not-- the point remains that people in these movements had nothing to do with the research we have now, and are in no way responsible for the scientific advancements we've seen.

It's in very bad faith for them to say that.

This has gotten long! I hope I covered everything. Feel free to reach out :)

#syscourse #debunk #anti endo #anti endogenic #pluraldeepdive

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 1

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1868

Warnings: Bad home life

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: Thie is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Run Here

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Hangman

From the outside looking in, the Seresin family had it all: a big house, a successful business that continued to grow, and the perfect family. Jake wished people saw the truth- the screaming matches behind closed doors, the tears that rolled down his mom's face afterward, the coldness of his dad, the impossible standards of perfection the Seresin patriarch expected of his kids.

No.

That he expected of Jake.

For some reason, one Jake had never been able to figure out, Michael Seresin always held his youngest son to the highest of standards, which Jake could never meet no matter how hard he tried. Getting an 'A' on a test wasn't enough. He needed that 'A-plus.' He didn't make varsity football his freshman year, which he had tried to explain that no freshman ever made varsity because of specific rules at the high school, but Michael Seresin wouldn't hear of it. Even when Jake became the first sophomore in his high school's history to join the varsity football team with a starting position as quarterback, it failed to satisfy his father. Natalie Seresin tried to atone for her husband's mistreatment, and Jake loved her for it, but he found himself avoiding his house as much as possible and hiding in his room whenever he did finally return, only coming down for meals.

His two older brothers- Nick and Matt- couldn't understand, nor did they try. They knew their father favored them and lorded it over Jake, rubbing it in viciously. They certainly took after their father. Jake ignored them, learning early on that if they failed to get a reaction out of him, they'd give up sooner on their taunting. It got better when they went off to college, but they always tried to start it up again when they returned home.

They were home now for the summer, working internships at the family business they would one day inherit. Michael Seresin expected Jake to follow in his footsteps as well, but Jake wanted nothing to do with it. He wanted out of that house, out of that town, and as much as he loved Texas, out of the state. Jake wanted to be as far away from his father as possible. He told his father he had no interest in joining the family business, which created a heated, nasty argument, ending with Michael calling Jake, and not for the first time, the greatest disappointment to ever pollute the Seresin family tree.

Jake left after that, going for a walk to clear his head and hide the tears that threatened to break free. Crying was a weakness, and 'true' Seresin men never showed weakness. He hated his life, and the second he could leave, he would. Where he'd go, he had no idea, but he'd figure it out.

As he walked through the woods, the shade of the trees providing some relief from the unrelenting heat and sun, the sound of a guitar caught Jake's attention. A melodic voice soon accompanied it, and unable to resist his rising curiosity, he followed the music. Carefully and silently approaching the location where it emanated from, Jake saw a familiar girl sitting on a blanket next to a small pond. She strummed on the guitar with skilled precision and sang the lyrics to what Jake now recognized as 'Run' by George Strait. He leaned against a tree, watching and listening, enjoying the show and impressed by her talent. The girl, wholly unaware of his presence, continued playing until the song ended. Then, deciding to announce himself rather than continue to stand there like a creep, Jake pushed himself off the tree and walked up to her, saying, "That was really good."

In the blink of an eye, she jumped up and swung her guitar at his head. Had Jake's reflexes kicked in a second later, he undoubtedly would be unconscious on the hard ground. He scrambled backward and out of strike range while she demanded, "What the hell?"

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Jake apologized, holding up his hands placatingly. "I heard you playing and came to check it out. You're the new girl at school. Annalise Blackwood, right?"

Recognition flickered in her eyes, and while she lowered her guitar, he still kept his distance. "Yeah. You're Jake Seresin."

"So you know me and still tried to knock me on my ass with a guitar?"

"The sun is directly behind you, so all I saw was a strange man approaching me," Annalise said indignantly. "What were you doing in the woods?"

"Wanted to go for a walk," Jake replied, twisting the truth. While he knew of Annalise, he didn't know her. He had no reason to trust her with the knowledge of his situation. "Why are you out here?"

"My sister has her new boyfriend over, I hate him, and I don't exactly have any friends here, so I came out here to practice my guitar."

"George Strait, right? 'Run'?"

"Yeah, it's my favorite song of his."

"You're really good," he praised sincerely. "How long have you known how to play guitar?"

Annalise sat on the blanket, gently resting the guitar next to her. "Since I was eight. My dad taught me, and I started teaching myself songs by ear."

"That's cool. I always wanted to learn how to play but never had the opportunity."

"How come?"

Jake shrugged, feigning nonchalance as he lied, "Sports and homework got in the way."

The truth was his dad wouldn't let him. Michael Seresin failed to see the value that learning a musical instrument provided. Jake couldn't come up with a plausible answer outside of the fact that he simply really wanted to learn, so his dad forbade him from learning.

"If you want to learn-" Annalise nodded at the guitar- "I can teach you."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, but you'd have to come sit down with me."

Jake raised an eyebrow at her. "Are you going to try and whack me again?"

"No plans at the moment."

Biting back a smile, he strolled over and sat next to her. Annalise placed the guitar in his lap. For the next couple of hours, she taught him the basics of how to play. Being the perfectionist he was, it frustrated Jake that he didn't pick it up immediately, but Annalise assured him he was picking it up quickly. Her calmness managed to lower his frustration, and Jake forced himself to focus on everything she said rather than on his failings.

When the four-hour mark hit, Annalise said, "I think that's enough for today."

Although he wanted to continue, Jake agreed, realizing she probably wanted to get home. "Thanks for teaching me today."

"You're welcome. If you want to learn more, just let me know. It's fun to teach someone how to play."

"Would you like me to walk you home?"

His question appeared to take Annalise aback, judging by the surprised eyebrow raise. "Only if you want to. It's not far. Just like five minutes."

"That's fine. I don't mind." Jake had been taught by his mother that a gentleman always made sure that a girl got back to her place safely. He might've only met Annalise a few hours ago, but she would be no exception. Plus, it extended his time away from his own home, an extra bonus. He waited for her to pack her things and picked up the guitar to carry home for her. When she told him he didn't need to, Jake insisted he help. "It's the least I can do."

"Well, thank you," Annalise replied, smiling gratefully at him. The pair began strolling through the woods back to her house. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What were you really doing in the woods? No offense-" Annalise hesitated slightly before deciding to continue- "but I have a hard time believing someone like you simply wanted to go for a walk."

Jake bristled. "Why's that?"

"I don't know. It's just… you're the varsity quarterback. You're Mr. Popular. Surely you had friends to hang out with or football to practice?"

"I didn't. My friends are either out of town or working, and football practice doesn't start for a couple of weeks, so I have time to kill."

"I see. Sorry, you just didn't strike me as the time to take a nature walk in his spare time. That's all."

"I don't like being cooped up in the house. I like to be outside." What went unsaid was the fact he didn't want to be around his family. Desperate to move away from the subject, he asked, "I saw you had a book with you. What were you reading?"

"Oh, that. It's-" Annalise pulled out the massive book from her bag and handed it to him- "'The Complete Book of Fighters: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of Every Fighter Aircraft Built and Flown.' I want to become a naval aviator, so I'm learning everything I can about all things jets. Of course, some in here weren't used by the US or the Navy, but it's still so interesting! I've read it a couple of times already."

"Damn, you could get some reps with this thing!" Jake joked, reveling at the weight of the book. "Why the Navy? Why not the Air Force?"

"My mom works with the Navy a lot, and I always felt a calling toward it. The idea of being up in a fighter jet in the open sky is my dream."

Jake flipped through the book, fascinated by the drawings and pictures. "I'll have to check this out one day."

"You interested in jets?"

"I am now," he admitted, handing it back to her. They stopped at the gate to her backyard. "Well, thanks for the lesson today."

"Any time. If you want more, just let me know."

"I'd need your number for that." Jake pulled out his phone. A smile tugged on Annalise's lips as she rattled it off for him to enter.

"Nice meeting you, Jake," she said, taking her guitar from him. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you around."

Jake waited to ensure the gate shut securely behind Annalise before turning around and heading to his own home. He smiled to himself, happy to have had a bright spot on the day that had started so miserably. Annalise probably expected him to forget her because she saw him as 'Mr. Popular,' and they ran in very different social circles, but Jake had no intentions of today's meeting being a one-off. Annalise may have only taught him how to play guitar, but he'd felt a connection with her, one he couldn't place. Jake would wait until at least tomorrow to text her. He had to keep appearances up by not acting too desperate to see her again. At least, that's what Jake told himself. Ultimately, he texted her that night, asking to meet soon.

To his surprise, Annalise responded almost immediately, saying: Same spot tomorrow? 10 am?

Jake grinned and shot off an answer: See you then.

He turned on his alarm and set his phone down on the nightstand, and, for the first time in years, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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Devotion (865 words, rated M)

My ficlet for @angbangweek Day 6. Prompt: Temples | Sacrifice.

Characters: Khamûl, Mairon.

Gen with background Melkor/Mairon.

Summary: Young Khamûl spies on the God-King in a temple and becomes his unexpected confidant.

I hope it is still okay to post this for Angbangweek even though it became Khamûl’s origin story in the end! But there is Melkor/Mairon, too.

Read it below or on Ao3.

From his watching place behind one of the pillars, Khamûl saw the foreign man die. He saw the light of the Sun flash from the polished surface of the golden sickle as it cut the air and then – the man’s exposed throat. The foreign man had been screaming a moment before, but now he gave a strange gurgling sound as his blood sprayed onto the altar stone and his life left him. His body, held by two temple servants, twitched once or twice before it went limp and still. In a moment it was over, there was no more blood to offer to the stone; the golden sickle was withdrawn. In absolute silence, the servants bowed and retreated, dragging the body between them. They passed the pillar behind which Khamûl was hiding, but he was lucky, and they didn’t notice him. He dared to exhale only after they had left.

He could not hide from the God-King, however.

“I know you are there. Step forward, boy.”

His heart was pounding with fear, but even though he was just the butcher’s son and not a temple servant, he knew he should not hesitate when the God-King gave him a direct order. So, he came out of his hiding place and took a couple of steps on the mosaic floor, towards the altar. His eyes were fixed on the reddish rays of light on the floor – sunlight was coming through the tinted glass window. Then he remembered his manners and quickly prostrated himself before the God-King, his forehead touching cool mosaic tiles. He could not quite hear his steps, but somehow he knew that the God-King had come nearer.

“Rise.” The voice of the God-King sounded almost amused. Khamûl didn’t dare to look up.

“How long have you been here? How many sacrifices did you see?”

“Nine,” Khamûl admitted. “All of them.”

“And do you think it is enough?”

His eyes averted from a puddle of blood in front of the altar, still dripping down the smooth stone steps. “I don’t know. Perhaps, if it helps?”

The God-King laughed, and it was not a pleasant laugh at all. “If it helps to get him back – indeed! You must think of me as desperate, trying to get him back. And perhaps I am!”

“Never, my King!” Khamûl cried out, horrified. He had seen what the God-King did to heretics. Besides, he was not one. He had seen God-King’s powers and knew that he spoke the truth about the mighty Vala who was betrayed and cast into the Void.

The God-King came to sit down on the altar steps, careful to avoid the spots still dripping with blood, and gestured Khamûl to join him. He hesitated only for a moment. The God-King looked almost vulnerable all of a sudden. Khamûl was both attracted and scared of his attention. He didn’t dare to look on his left where the God-King was seated, a couple of steps higher than him. When a firm hand came to rest on his shoulder, all fear left him, though. He knew that the God-King sought for connection, or maybe a listener.

“I loved him,” The God-King said after a long pause, his voice heavy with emotion. “Melkor made me what I am today. He taught me everything and opened his heart to me. And they took him away from me! They hurt him and pushed him outside the borders of Arda!”

A soft palm, unnaturally warm, cupped Khamûl’s chin and turned his head so that he was forced to meet those strange burning eyes.

“I will do anything to get him back. Do you believe me?”

Khamûl watched the passion burn in the immortal eyes and shivered. “I believe you,” he assured him.

The God-King studied him with great interest. No one had watched Khamûl like that before, as if he had really seen the restless spirit hiding behind his eyes – his true self.

“You don’t fear me.” The words were said in an admiring voice. A little smile flickered across the God-King’s face. “Not like the others.”

To his surprise, Khamûl realized that it was so. He had feared the God-King before –they all did– but now the feeling had changed into something else. “It’s true, my King.”

The God-King cocked an eye at him. “And what do you think of me then?”

Khamûl thought about it. “You have a passionate heart, and you love your Vala a lot.”

The God-King let go of his chin and laughed again, but his laughter sounded less desperate this time.

“I like you, boy. Would you like to come with me when I leave your city? For I must go away one day. There’s more work to do.”

“Yes,” he said without thinking.

The God-King smiled again, and Khamûl wondered if this devotion he felt in his heart was the same the God-King felt towards Melkor. There was a twinkle in his King’s eye as he leaned forward to whisper something in Khamûl’s ear. His ceremonial robes smelled of smoke and ash and blood.

“My real name is Mairon,” he revealed a secret, the first of the many between them, and Khamûl’s heart leapt with unexpected joy.

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sweepseven · 1 year

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Cirque du Soleil Drawn to Life review

I intended to write this review when it was still 2022. I really let work get ahead of me. And then the holidays. And then work again. And then Las Vegas where I saw two more Cirque shows and still hadn’t gotten my thoughts out properly about this one. I haven’t been this delayed since Crystal, and that is not fair to say because I am surprised and delighted to report...

Drawn to Life is a treasure.

I am still stunned by how much I liked it. I’ve never held onto negative Cirque assumptions so firmly only to find them so utterly destroyed by the end of the show. It is indeed different than a typical Cirque show, but it is not the Disney marketing mayhem I expected it to be. This is a true celebration of the art of animation, something I did not think they would be able to achieve, or worse, were secretly not interested in achieving at all. I was wrong.

There were some weak and intriguing spots: times when technology obscured acts, odd plugs for franchises I can’t imagine anyone ever really cared about, skepticism over whether this show demands to be seen more than once (and the implications for longevity that carries). I also question the efficacy of celebrating hand-drawn animation in a way that Disney has very publicly abandoned in recent years (tons more on that later). But this show unquestionably achieves a feat CdS has been chasing for some time: a true partnership that marries client vision with Cirque magic. It was neither too Disney nor too Cirque - it was a spectacular, playful, and heartfelt blend of the two. Childish in the best sense.

Act by act and all kinds of more thoughts below. This is a long one.

Theater/Animation - the lack of renovation is apparent. La Nouba is still very much in the room - though the new set is huge and stunning in its own way, there is something about the rest of the theater that feels like it belongs to something else. Shape of the stage, carpeting, seating arrangements, that kind of thing. The stage was playing dress-up. I wonder if people who hadn’t seen La Nouba felt similarly.

The Animators invited kids in the audience to create drawings, which were then projected onto the huge paper sheets that make up the set. It was a lovely hint to the way the show would later utilize the space. There was something about the female Animator that caught my eye and I couldn’t get Klara out of my head... and it turned out to be Ekaterina Pirogovskaya! So lovely to see her perform again, and it’s such a testament to her incredible mime work that I recognized her so quickly.

The pre-show announcements/warnings really prepare you for how kid-focused the show is going to be. “Tell your parents to silence their cell phones,” that kind of thing.

Opening - verrrry overt. There is a long voiceover in which Julie's mother reads a letter her dead father left behind for her, telling her she’s old enough to start using his old animation desk and would she please finish the animation he left behind for her. Mr. Pencil - whom I was prepared to hate and whom I still believe has one of the worst costumes in CdS history - is an immediate analog for the father, not dissimilar to Quidam’s John.

Rhythmic gymnastics - a team of gymnasts perform a synchronized tumbling act (same team that closed out Varekai). Through timing and sharp poses they form frames of animation in a very creative and effective way.

Aerial pencil - this was the moment I became sure I had been deeply wrong about this show. Not only was the act itself fantastic, but the way it used the space was remarkable. The artist draws on the stage with the pole and its marks are projected both on the stage and on the sheets above. I distinctly remember a big spiral turning into the Fairy Godmother’s sparkly little entrance and was enthralled. It’s difficult to communicate just how remarkable the union of act and set are here

Stilt walking - this was less an act and more just something that happened for a while. Lion King music strikes up and there was a big gasp of anticipation from the audience, but what follows is a guy on - admittedly - incredibly tall stilts, but there’s only so much you can do with that. It’s brief and a mismatch for the rest of the show.

Juggling - I don’t really care about juggling but oh my god do I care about this juggling. Similar to how rhythmic gymnastics was an overt reference to animation frames, this act is a lesson in the squash and stretch principle of animation, and the classic ball example becomes the balls the juggler manipulates.

The real star of the act though - THE REAL STAR OF POTENTIALLY THE ENTIRE SHOW - is the pillow. Oh my god that fucking pillow. When he’s first mentioned in the opening (the favorite pillow Julie used to hug while she watched her father animate), you’re like okaaay, I get iiiit, she’s a kiiiid, move along. No. This is no mere childhood signifier. This is one of several true kernels of magic in this show that forcibly yanks every adult in the audience back to a state of childlike wonder and pure love. Everyone knows what it feels like to have a security blanket, pillow, stuffed animal, whatever. And having this one along for the ride is a direct assault on the heartstrings. There’s a part later on in the show when he inches across the entire stage to settle next to a sleeping Julie. Like. Just kill me. Drown me in my own tears.

I cannot say enough about this fucking pillow.

Anyway I’m pretty sure there’s juggling in the juggling act but mostly there was the pillow. He yodels in this act. He has a little microphone. He has a little cowboy hat. Perfect no notes give the pillow a Grammy let me take a bullet for the pillow.

Cradle wheel - neat visual wholly undermined by the artists’ safety lines. They should have just lowered the entire act or given them a net. Instead the silhouette of the artists against these beautiful, great swipes of color is interrupted by the constant reminder of safety precautions. There are other ways to keep artists safe that doesn’t diminish the impact of the act.

Unicycle - one of the best acts in the entire show. Five artists, all women, all meant to be the Blue Fairy, glide across the stage in some of the tightest and most precise patterns I’ve ever seen. The real magic, though, is in the artists themselves. I can’t imagine there was a single little girl in the audience that didn’t want to be them. It was beautiful.

Double wheel - cancel all Cirque wheel of death acts that aren’t Kooza’s, all the rest are pointless. This one in particular is almost entirely obscured by all the projections in the background, and it all happens so fast (and twice over, given that it’s two wheels sharing an axle) that you never really know what you’re looking at. Very cool that they use The Old Mill as the basis for this act, though. (Also turns out I took a wheel of death class from one of the artists! Hi Junior! Sorry your old boss asked me how your show was and the first word I picked was “cute!”)

Hand to hand - really really pretty and delicate. The mother and father share a dance, and it’s held against other famous Disney dances like Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, etc. to demonstrate the admiration Julie has for the love they shared. But this was the opposite of cradle wheel - instead of doing too little to hide safety lines, here they did way too much. What makes the act unique is how the mother slides effortlessly into poses with the help of lines, but they have to light the act very dimly to make it look real. Instead I would have liked to see them own up to the lines, maybe incorporate them, and the act could still have been as special while also being, y’know, visible.

Teeterboard - pointless tbh. Like I thought we covered squash and stretch with juggling. Why are we doing it again, and why are we doing it so obnoxiously? There’s nothing here that’s not already done better in Mystere, Kooza, Corteo, and believe it or not Paramour. This act could be cut with zero harm to the show.

Russian swing - I thought nothing could top unicycles until this. This act is a work of pure feminism. It actually didn’t occur to me how feminist this show was until this moment, and then I looked back and was like shit, it was right there the whole time! How lovely to have a story about an aspiring female animator, and how invigorating to punctuate her story by surrounding her with her own work, female Disney characters, and an entire team of female Russian swing artists. The crowning moment was a long dive from Pocahontas projected onto the sheets that pairs beautifully with one of the biggest tricks in the act. Completely phenomenal.

Finale - I’ll be honest I don’t think I remember the finale very clearly. Pretty sure I was in tears so that’s gotta be part of it. She finishes her father’s animation in a stunning and emotional moment that does a fantastic job of tracking the nonlinear path to success of an artist. She thanks Mr. Pencil, the Animators turn out to be the father’s dead contemporaries (which I LOVED omg), I imagine she hugs her mom and the pillow. Bows. Tears. Love.

Clowns - fine! Unobtrusive, which is my favorite thing for a clown to be. An animation desk turns into a big horse puppet, which is kind of neat but repeated so many times you’re a little bit like, “uh, why.”

Miss Hesitation - like Mr. Pencil, I was prepared to hate her. Incorrect. She was a treasure. A little shrill at times, a little repetitive, but all was outshone by the utter pleasure of seeing Virginia again. She lends an almost inexplicable amount of charm to what could easily be a very irritating character. I know I spoiled basically this entire show but I won’t spoil what happens with her, because it’s everything you want.

La Nouba references - there are three: two in the music, the first of which had my hands flying to my mouth to keep me from saying “oh my god, oh my god” aloud. The second is less obvious and harder to catch. And the third is a small toy train that chugs the length of the stage. All three were extremely thoughtful and touching - wholly unnecessary details “only true fans will know” in a way that clearly communicates gratitude to audiences past and respect for the show that preceded it.

Music - largely forgettable tbh. The music mostly glides from one motif to the next with few pauses to help distinguish one piece from another. It was somewhat generic “theming” music, sweeping orchestrals in that classic Disney style. It’s just a four piece band and their costumes are rough, but they have a few cute highlight moments throughout the show that ensures everyone knows they’re there.

Costumes - bad. Like across the board really not good. The ones that aren’t bad are forgettable because you’re too busy thinking about how bad the others are. Weirdly Miss Hesitation’s wasn’t the worst offensive, nor even Mr. Pencil’s. That title probably goes to the guy who’s only thing is... having a lot of mannequin hands attached to his shirt. Why on earth.

Things I didn’t need

1) The giant hand. Why. Why are you here, and everywhere, constantly. Are you supposed to be Micky Mouse’s glove?? Why are you in stilettos? Kindly leave.

2) Julie saying “let it go.” The only English words spoken aloud in the show, and it’s a cheap Frozen joke. I genuinely tensed up thinking we were about to be bashed over the head with a Frozen segment.

3) All the Pinocchio references?? You could be reading this thinking “surely it wasn’t that many.” I assure you it was more. He was everywhere. On the giant paper sheets. As a prominent wire sculpture set piece. Just all over the place. I was constantly asking myself whether they were gearing up for a live-action remake. As far as I know they didn’t have anything to do with Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio, so what’s the excuse? Do kids even like or care about him? Do parents let kids watch that anymore, or is it widely considered to just be creepy and pointless as hell? Stromboli had a pretty significant place in a little villains segment. You know, Stromboli!!! The beloved villain!!!! Everyone knows and likes him!!! Doesn’t he give Pinocchio cigars or smth??? True icon. You know who wasn’t in that segment? Fucking Jafar. But boy oh boy did we get Stromboli. What the fuck, truly.

Outstanding questions

1) Isn’t this show kind of a Disney self-burn? It’s entirely about the artistry, impact, and beauty of hand-drawn animation. But... they don’t really do that anymore. And the quality of their work has plummeted with each successive year. It’s bizarre to see the rough pencils that became the Beauty and the Beast ballroom scene, for instance, and then in the next moment be looking at that horrific dragon from Raya and the Last Dragon. It would be one thing if the more recent works had much heart to them, but they largely do not. The quality does not match up decade over decade. This show does a splendid job of celebrating the artistry and development of animation over time... and then suddenly you’re looking at some of the hollowest works Disney has ever created set right alongside historical advances in an art form.

2) How long can we expect it to last? I assume they could refresh it quite often with new acts, featuring new movies, highlighting other old classics in different measures (like chilling the hell out on Pinocchio). But something about Drawn to Life does not invite you to see it again. It’s very honest with its emotional intent, but that approach also locks it into a single interpretation that is somewhat at odds with the makings of an enduring classic. La Nouba you could see dozens of times and still see a new show each time - there was so much detail, so much depth, and it was best appreciated with years between viewings. Perfect for, say, an expensive vacation destination, right?? But once you’ve seen Drawn to Life, you’ve seen it. There will be no deeper meaning, there will be few new details. It’ll tug on your heartstrings just the same, but you won’t suddenly empathize with the Titan when last time you couldn’t look away from the romance between the Lost Ballerina and the Masked Pierrot. It is exceedingly effective in its target audience: children. But its audience will outgrow it whereas La Nouba grew alongside its audience.

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Is this the longest review I’ve ever written? I’m exhausted. This is my catnip though - something with a lot of content to pick apart but also a lot of production questions worth teasing out. I love to examine circus in context, and this partnership offered a very unique opportunity to do so.

Anyway go see Drawn to Life, become a child, have a blast. It’s a lovely show.

I hope it enjoys a long run. I’d personally like to see it again, because I like to see practically every show again. But I’m interested to see how it develops.

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The Perfect Girl - Chapter 2 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hello! Chapter 2 is finally here! To clarify how old the characters are, all of the mentioned characters are graduating students (So they are the same age) except for the three archons because they are professors of the school. A little spoiler regarding Inazuma’s archon quest! Reblogs and likes are always appreciated!

Author’s Note 2: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact nor the characters that belong in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to another school, Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 3.4k

Content Warning: Vulgar Words, Injuries

Taglist: @frieschan @nejibot

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“Are you alright Y/N?” Diluc asked while his one hand was still holding the maneuver.

“You don’t need to do this Dilu-” you hissed at the pain from your sprained ankle and felt embarrassed right now that you can’t speak to him properly. It came to your attention that Diluc and Ayato are the two sides of the same coin, one side showed you pure evilness and the other side welcomed you with pure kindness.

“Diluc... Diluc Ragnvindr” he replied and gave me a reassuring smile telling me that everything would be alright once we get to the hospital. You didn’t notice until now that Diluc isn’t letting go of your left hand. Was it really possible to meet someone like him who’s so affectionate on the first day of school? What if he’s more worse than Ayato? What if he was a womanizer? Ayato may be the kind of person who bullies people physically but what if Diluc was the kind of person who destroys other people’s mentality? You never knew if he likes girls to fall in love with him and then break their hearts in the end? Maybe it’s too early for you to justify your feelings for him since you never know the true intention behind his act of kindness.

“Why are you doing this?” You blatantly asked him. You need to find the intention behind his kind actions. You don’t have to be soft around him which frightened you a little bit because he seem to be out of words to say with your sudden question.

“You could have left me alone in the staircase. After all, you are friends with Ayato, aren’t you?” Your hand tightened around his to let him know that you were being serious.

“Is that what you think about me? I guess you are far more interesting than what I thought of you earlier.” He pulled up in front of the school’s hospital, Teyvat Medical Center.

“I wouldn’t do any of this Y/N if I wasn’t sincere towards you” He got out of the car and walked towards your door for him to open it for you.

“Let’s go, shall we? I believe you wouldn’t be able to walk on your own” you held his hand so you would have the strength to stand up but you failed.

“Sorry! It’s just that my feet hurt so much that I can’t walk on my own at this rate...” You let out a little cry at Diluc because the sprain in your ankle is starting to turn purple. Without hesitation, Diluc immediately carried you again in the most embarrassing way and brought you to the ER.

Inside the ER, he explained to the nurses how you got burnt skin, your hair pulled, and how you fell from the staircase. After an hour, the nurses are cleaning up with the equipment that they used to aid your injuries when there was a sudden noise at the entrance of the Emergency Room.

“Sir, please calm down-”

“Is someone Diluc Ragnvindr here? Is he alright? Someone in the school told me that he was headed to the hospital- did he get into an accident on the way here?”

You glanced at your curtain to see a ginger head man making a scene at the entrance. This can’t be worse than you thought when you hear familiar voices coming from that location, you instantly know who those people are... Kamisato Ayato and Guuji Yae.

“Childe, I told you that Diluc is perfectly fine. Our friend always drives with safety precautions.” You heard Ayato’s voice tell the ginger head he just called Childe. You can tell from Ayato’s voice that he was... much more annoyed with this person.

“Ayato~ He’s just worried, you know, you’ve been friends with him since middle school. How rude of you to forget that he’s a little paranoid and overprotective about his friends? Wouldn’t you do the same if I was in Diluc’s position~?” Miko teasingly said to him which made Ayato’s face redden.

The man next to you who recently brought you snacks from the convenience store near the hospital stood up and walked towards the front door.

“Tartaglia, Childe, Ajax, I’m completely fine and whole,” he said in front of them while crossing his arms which gave Childe a sighing relief.

“Who is not fine is completely the girl that I brought here.” Diluc looked at your station which startled you a little bit because you have four people staring at you. You felt Guuji Yae’s cold stare shiver your body as if she was annoyed to see your presence here.

(Ugh, of course, she was the reason. On the first day of meeting her, I already don’t like her.) Miko rolled her eyes and looked away from where you were while she pulled Ayato away from Diluc and Childe. The two went outside the hospital to talk privately.

“Why do you know Diluc was perfectly fine?” Miko gave him a cold stare which scared Ayato because he definitely can’t lie to her.

“I accidentally saw Diluc after class dismissals carrying her inside his car, that's why I knew he was fine. It’s Childe’s fault that my words aren’t true enough for him to believe me.” Ayato scratched the back of his head hoping that his reply was enough.

Miko sighed and facepalmed herself, “I’ll truly hold onto your words that you “accidentally” saw them and it wasn’t because you were finding out Y/N’s whereabouts. Don’t tell me you find her interesting?”

Ayato shook his head and was frightened when Miko mentioned if he was interested in you. To be frank, Ayato was mainly curious about Diluc’s kindness towards you, probably because he never saw at least once in his life that Diluc is making the first move. He doesn’t care about you anyways but he thought to himself that having you involved with Diluc’s schemes is a bonus.

Most importantly, Ayato loved how Miko was acting a little jealous because of you even if you weren’t important in his life. This reassures him that the one and only love he has was Guuji Yae. He appreciates it when Miko was acting like this because he thinks that it would take a few more steps to finally have her say yes so they would be officially in a relationship.

“Anyways Miko, my sister is currently in the mall wanting to watch a movie. You probably want to meet her right?” Miko nodded and Ayato wrapped his arms around her and headed to his car.

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“The doctors said that she can be discharged now. Please take care and never come back here again” the nurse said which made you laugh a little because she said that you shouldn’t ever come back to the hospital. Little do you know laughing and joking about it was a huge mistake because, in the end, no one knows what the future will give you?

“You heard that? Why won’t you allow me to treat you to some dinner today? You’ve been through so many things on your first day of school.” Diluc said and helped you walk through the parking lot and get in his car.

"Diluc, thank you so much for your kindness... I may have died out there in the staircase, I doubt someone would be willing out there to help me" you said to him while he started his car. He chuckled a little at your statement, especially the part where you thought you could have died earlier.

"You have Lumine or are you really hoping that I would be the one who would come to your aid?" Diluc hid his smirk when he teasingly said that. To his surprise there wasn't any response from you, all you could think was facepalm at this man. Why would you think of him when you fell on the staircase when the first thing that came to your mind was the person who tripped you over his feet "accidentally"? He's probably the mastermind of all these things happening to you.

"I was just joking, don't worry. I'll treat you to one of my favorite restaurants, Good Hunter. Their steak "Pile 'Em Up" is extremely delicious. It's so delicious that I've ordered it so many times that they had a special dish based on that which they called "Once Upon A Time In Mondstadt" specifically made by the chef just for me and before you ask any questions, the reason behind this dish is a secret!" You're technically awed by how he was talking to you, the first time you and Diluc met he resonates with a cold personality or someone who dislikes conversations when in reality he is a talkative person which may explain why someone like him is friends with none other than Kamisato Ayato.

"Alright, let's see if this so-called special dish will suit my tongue" For the first time, you shared your smile and laugh with him which froze him on the spot. He thought of freezing time and just taking a picture of your smile and he then wondered what would you look like if you didn't have that messy bun of hair and glasses?

You and Diluc finally arrive at the restaurant which he called "Good Hunter". He helped you get out of the car and gave you the coat of his uniform so you would not be cold, he then allowed you to latch onto his arms so you wouldn't be having a hard time walking with your sprained ankle. You're pretty much sure you wouldn't want him to carry you again in the most embarrassing way. He was approached by a blue-haired man who was coincidentally wearing the same uniform he has.

"My, my, Diluc, is that your date? I heard some things about you from Aether" he said as if he was trying to tease him but the man next to you seemed to be disgusted by his presence.

"Kaeya, please. Just go to the servants and get us a table" He said with an indifferent face.

"I'm Kaeya, You must be the famous Y/N! Are you— perhaps his g-i-r-l-friend?" He teases you the same way he did to Diluc but he emphasizes the world girlfriend which caught the attention of some of the students beside him.

"No I'm just his frie—"

"Don't mind him, let's go shall we?" He said and the two of you went to have a delicious dinner together.

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"My darling is definitely jealous of Y/N huh, she is definitely incomparable to you. She's nowhere near your level, dear" Ayato said while the traffic light turned red.

"D-don’t call me darling or dear yet— we're still n-not official you know- and of course! Y/N is out of my league, she's trash and ugly! Hmph! I don't like talking about that bitch" Miko looked away from him to hide her pink blushes so she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of him.

"But in the end, we're still going to end up together right?" Ayato teased and daydreamed about the future he would have with Guuji Yae. On how she would carry their children, how she would cook lunches for him and give him goodbye kisses before he goes to work.

They have finally arrived at the mall and Ayato is reading the text his sister sent so he would know his location. He held Miko's hands as they searched for his sister in the mall. A couple of minutes later, Ayato saw his sister together with her boyfriend. The only sibling of Lumine from his class, Aether. "Brother!" Kamisato Ayaka, the sister of Ayato, waved her hand so her brother would see her signal.

As Ayato is approaching her, she ran to her brother's arms to give him a warm hug. After the hug, she fixed her hair a little bit since she forgot that she was with her date.

"Ah, Ayaka, this is my date... Guuji Yae. I'm sure you have heard of her right? Even if we're in different buildings of the school, she's quite popular isn't she?" Ayato said while pulling Miko closer to him.

"Yes, I've heard of her, a beautiful rose that no one dared to pick because of its deadly thorns," Ayaka said which made Miko laugh a little bit because she described her.

"N-no, I and Ayato aren't dating... As you can see he's still courting me... And you can call me Miko" Miko cupped her cheeks and admired her elegant beauty. Aether took note of how Miko and Ayato aren't in a relationship despite the hundreds of rumors of them dating secretly and now he confirmed himself that none of it was true because it came from Guuji Yae herself.

"O-oh! I almost forgot to introduce my date. Well, Brother already knows who he is but for you Guuji Yae, his name is Aether. He's my classmate in the other building" She happily added.

"Hi!" Aether said and gave her a handshake.

"H-hello," Miko shyly replied.

The four of them headed to the Cinema.

"So! What are we watching? There's countless movies there and.. I can't pick one so I waited for you guys" Ayaka looked away with her hands behind her back.

“Oh Brother! I’ll go buy something to eat” Ayaka said and left Aether, Guuji Yae, and her brother at the ticket station.

Ayato stared at the list:

1. The Outlander Who Caught the Wind

2. Farewell, Archaic Lord

3. Omnipresence Against Mortals

4. Truth Amongst the Pages of Purana

5. Masquerade of the Guilty

6. Incandescent Ode of Resurrection

7. Everwinter Without Mercy

"I think the third one, Omnipresence Against Mortals is a good movie. If I recall correctly, this movie was about the Almighty Shogun's dictatorship over the land of Inazuma and how she secluded this land against any foreigners. What do you think of the movie Miko?" Ayato said while he read the description of the other movies.

“Sounds good!” Miko placed her hand on her chin while she smiled and closed her eyes. This made Aether think of what a lucky man Ayato is to dig up a rare gem like her. Ayato ordered tickets for the four of them. It makes him happy that he and his sister get to hang out with their significant others.

Few minutes later, Ayaka came back with a bag of snacks which Aether took and helped her carry the bag and drinks as they entered the theater.

>> Sitting Arrangement << Ayaka-Aether-Miko-Ayato

The beginning of the movie showed how there has been a traveler from another world that has been saving the nations whenever they visit each. Lately, there has been a vision hunt decree where the Almighty Shogun seizes the vision of a user in order to pursue her ideals of eternity.

“Only through eternity, you can get closer to the heavenly principles” was said in one of her lines.

An hour into the movie, here it showed how the traveler saved Thoma’s vision from being seized which caught the attention of the Electro Archon, Raiden Shogun. This scene gave goosebumps towards Yae especially the part where she slowly stepped down and summoned an electro sword from her chest, the Musou No Hitotachi (One Slash of No Conception, One Slash of Dreams) it’s an extremely powerful and legendary sword technique. There have been stories about how the Almighty Shogun managed to cut lands in half to defeat a giant snake with this technique. (A/N: I’ll prolly not put too much detail on the first act of the archon quest since it’s still a spoiler with other people who haven’t done it xD)

The goosebumps made Miko latch onto Aether’s arm instead of Ayato which put the siblings in question on what was happening. Miko realized what she did at that moment when her eyes met Ayato’s and immediately let go of Aether’s arm and continued to watch the movie. On Aether’s side he was kind of surprise of Guuji Yae’s movements which made him blush a little but luckily the theater is dark enough for anyone to notice.

The movie ended soon with how the traveler managed to save Inazuma with the vision hunt decree.

The four of them got out of the theater whereas Ayaka won’t stop talking about how the traveler had a rematch with the Raiden Shogun.

“The traveler is so cool!” Ayaka says happily, which puts a little smile on Ayato. Deep inside Ayato wasn’t happy with Miko’s actions earlier in the movie but he doesn’t want to think about it or ask her about it. Maybe it’s just her reflex.

“It’s a little late now, I guess this is where we would part ways” Aether said handing Ayaka over to her brother, of course they are siblings, they would be going home together.

“Thank you so much Aether and Miko!” She bowed down to the two of them. “It looks like Ayaka enjoyed most of our time here,” Ayato added and pulled his sister closer to him.

“Miko, would you like me to drive you to your residence?” Ayato offered his hand to her just to be rejected by Miko.

“No need for Ayato, I can go home by myself, my residence isn’t far from here. Thank you for today too Ayaka, I had lots of fun” Miko smiled at the Kamisato siblings before she waved goodbye to them.

“I can go with her for you Ayato, just to make sure she gets home safely. Don’t worry about me Ayaka” Aether said and kissed Ayaka’s forehead then followed Miko.

“My dear sister, we should get going now are we?” Ayato patted his sister’s shoulder who now looked a little worried with her boyfriend. “They’ll be alright, don’t worry” Ayato added which gave Ayaka a feeling of relief then they headed to the parking lot for their car so they could go home.

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You fell asleep inside Diluc’s car after the grand dinner he offered you earlier. In fact, he was correct about the steak being delicious. You had a few conversations with Kaeya and the servants of the restaurant since it was their first time meeting you. Some of their questions being:

“Are you Mr. Ragnvindr’s girlfriend?”

“Is there something between the two of you?”

Every question was related to my relationship with him but your answer has always been the same on how the two of you are friends and he helped you. In the meantime, you are fast asleep in his car dreaming about a blurry figure with blue hair but you cannot identify who that person is.

On the other hand, Diluc is quite frustrated because he doesn’t know where you live, he doesn’t know if you are staying within the campus or you live outside but he’s pretty much worried about tomorrow if he resorts to making you sleep the night at his place. He was afraid of disturbing your peaceful sleep. After all you need to take lots of rest due to your injuries so in the end, he resorted to making you stay the night at his place.

For so many times in the day, he carried you in a position you wouldn’t like the most if you were awake since you know that you can walk by yourself.

(What a heavy sleeping person, she could get kidnapped instantly if she isn’t waking up any soon while carrying her to the guest room so she can rest) Diluc thought to himself before he laid you down in bed and removed your glasses and set it aside in the small table beside the bed. The image that stood before him completely froze his body. He’s seeing a sleeping Y/N for the very first time, he knew in the beginning that you’re someone who’s hiding your beauty. You’re no Guuji Yae, you were more than her league. If you were awake right now, you would see a blushing Diluc who’s trying to cover his face with his hand but is failing miserably but he is a gentleman not to think of any other things to you. He walked out of the room to calm himself a little bit.

A few minutes prior before you and Diluc entered his residence, there was a mysterious figure who took a picture of you being carried by Diluc.

“This will definitely feed those hungry gossip groups, quite a show I prepared for you Y/N, you offended the wrong person”

Next -> Chapter 3

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theodorecanaryhood · 2 years

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The Nerd and the Prince

Jason Todd x Nerd reader

Jason was rushing to catch his train on time as he left the bar, he knew going out with Roy would leave him this problem.

Last time he missed the last train home and had to get an Uber, cost him $50 to get back as he was in the high end of Gotham City.

…

Breath of relief as he made it in time and could relax, hoping they don’t close a station or stop earlier than his stop. Jason sat down and saw there was only 3 other people out this time.

A guy in a suit, he was probably on his way home travelling to or from an important business meeting. A woman in her fifties who looked like she’s had a long day. Maybe looking after a grandchild or something.

Then he spotted the third person, you, opposite with your h/c sitting neatly, eyes glued to your book. Glasses sitting effortlessly on your face. Big glasses, the type a science nerd would wear.

You looked up for a second to see what the next stop was. Then you got a glimpse of Jason staring at you, going red as you saw he is quite attractive.

More stops came along and Jason noticed the other 2 passengers got off, there was Jason’s stop then the last one after where the train terminates. Jason hoped you got off the next stop with him.

You put your page marker in your book and closed it, putting it back in your bag as you rose to your feet. Jason smiled as he saw you were getting off with him.

…

Walking down the street Jason couldn’t put his finger on why he wanted to talk to you, why he wanted to see if you were interested.

‘Can I help you?’ You spoke, Jason stopped dead as he realised he was starring at you the whole time walking behind you.

‘Sorry?’ He asked, trying to act clueless but blushing a little.

‘You’re staring at me’

‘I was? Oh I’m sorry, was just away with my thoughts for a minute’ Jason replied, trying to brush off that he was aware of that he was staring at you.

‘Well, it is a lovely gesture but a little weird too’ you chuckled, Jason smiled shyly

‘Sorry, was just, saw you on the train and thought you looked good’ Jason confessed as you stepped toward him slowly.

‘Really? So you were staring at me then’ Jason nodded

‘Again, really sorry’ Jason went to cross the street’ but you stepped nearer to him.

‘It’s ok, a guy like you staring at someone like me isn’t so bad’ you laughed, ‘I’m y/n’ you held out your hand.

‘Jason’ he said as he shook your hand, sighing in relief again that you didn’t run off or act like he was an attacker.

Jason is a big guy and you were relatively small, so he could easily take you.

‘Can I maybe get your number and take you out sometime?’ Jason asked, very forward and to the point, your raised your eyebrows.

‘Very confident’ you side smiled a little, Jason shrugged.

‘Never usually this good at talking to people’ he confessed again, which is true. When Jason is faced with someone he finds attractive he is a stuttering and sweaty mess. Of course he’s screaming in the inside.

‘Here, text me’ you said as you handed him a card. It was a little card with the address of a bookstore in it.

‘This yours?’ He asks

‘Yeah’ you smiled again

Jason took the card and smiled as he walked forward, standing next to you.

‘Can I at least walk you the rest of the way home?’ Jason asked shyly as you smiled, nodding.

…

When Jason got in he was a smiling, blushing mess as he looked his door, taking his jacket off and sitting on his couch.

His phone went off to say he had a text message, it’s Bruce but he ignored it. Added your number into his phone and texted you:

Hope you sleep well tonight, hopefully we can meet up again soon, Jason

Jason blushed as he put his phone down and prepared for a shower and some sleep.

…

Jason was sitting outside the coffee shop when he saw you walking over, he became a smiling, blushing mess again as you waved and rushed over to him.

Giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, sitting down with him.

‘Hey’ you said as Jason sat opposite you, ‘how’ve you been?’ You asked.

‘Good y/n, you?’ Jason asked as you shrugged.

It was a good date, you had a coffee and talked about yourselves, Jason leaving out some detail of his life like dying and being Red Hood.

You then walked over to a restaurant and had dinner, talking more and getting really well.

Then the drinking at a bar came, Jason didn’t want tonight to end. He was a blushing nervous wreck before but now he is really taken by you.

‘I don’t want this night to end’ Jason whispered in your ear at the bar, you smiled as you turned your head and kissed him deep on the lips.

‘Neither do I’ you whispered in return, breathing a little heavy.

‘I don’t do this in a first date but wanna come back to my place?’ Jason asked you.

‘Hell yes’ you breathed out, standing up as Jason grabbed his jacket.

…

Jason was frozen by the sight of you with less layers on, he wasn’t sure where this sight had come from.

Your body, your figure, the way you looked in the moonlight that shone through his bare window. The way you breathed out his name during kisses, the heat between the two of you.

He was sweaty but this time it was because he was working your body, you were asking, begging for more. You held onto him for life, scared you would fall. Jason would never let you fall.

Sitting on his lap you took in his face, his lips, the way he kissed you sweetly in between biting at your neck. The way he gripped onto your thighs.

The two of you were almost in a dance that seemed to go on forever, a dance that you both never wanted to end.

Pleasuring each other as you swayed together, sheets being discarded on the floor. You and Jason, breathing and moaning softly.

‘Daddy’ you gasped suddenly, Jason was shocked. You seemed nothing like that type of person, yet Jason learnt a lot about you tonight.

He wasn’t surprised you would be like this once he got in bed.

Both almost screaming in pleasure as you hit the big climax, cuddling together as you kissed some more and settled in bed. Jason not taking his arms or eyes off of you.

In bliss, both of you in an embrace that would go on all night long, each other’s arms feeling safe.

Jason was in awe as he placed a hand on your waist and you buried your face into his neck, kissing it gently as you fell asleep.

…

You woke up once the sun hit your eyes sharply making you squint, you looked around feeling a little like you were lost. Then you remembered where you were, what you and Jason got upto the night before.

A smile beaming on your face as the smell of bacon and eggs hit you, you stretched as you stood up.

…

Jason was standing at the stove in nothing but his underwear, bed hair looking natural and messy at the same time.

‘Good morning beautiful’ Jason smiled as he saw your form enter the room, wearing nothing but his over grown shirt.

‘Morning sunshine’ you replied with a smile and a sweet kiss on his lips.

‘I’m making breakfast, have a seat’ Jason said as you walked over to the table and sat down, your glasses sitting on the edge of your nose, you shyly pushed them up with your middle finger.

‘So Daddy huh?’ Jason laughed as he placed yours and his plates on the table, you laughed hard as you his your face.

‘It was a spur of the moment thing’ you blushed, Jason grabbed your hand and kissed it as he then kissed you again.

‘I think we should do a lunch date, what do you say?’ Jason asked you.

‘Have nowhere else to be’ you smiled as you tucked into your breakfast.

You and Jason sitting next to each other and eating, seeing what the next few hours and the future brings you.

#red hood #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #gotham #jason todd #batman arkham knight #arkham knight x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #Jason Todd x nerd #red hood x nerd #SoundCloud

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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OMG CAN I REQUEST CC!PHILZA INTRODUCING HIS ADOPTED EMO CHILD TO THE REST OF THE SBI/DSMP

Gender neutral pls they/them

Of course! I've been having a bit of shortages on ideas. So this is so fucking welcomed.

Anyways

Father CC!Philza x Emo! Reader

Pronouns:they/them

Summary:your old parents gave you up as a teen, overflowing you with emotions, causing depression, mood swings, and quite a bit of anxiety. When you got adopted by a man and a lady,both seemingly very kind and understanding. You felt happy. They didnt expect the sleepy bois to come and visit so soon.

Tw:anxiety attacks, mention of depression, loving clothes (not a tw but damn I sometimes miss my old fashion sense.), mention of trauma, swearing!

A huge new family

They dont blame their biological family. They knew that they were being overwhelming. Slowly shifting into a state of mind where fluffy black and colored hair was their favorite. Their outfits became more extravagant and their makeup took a turn for the darker. But they didnt have to put them up for adoption.

About a year in and out of foster families, a few months in an orphanage, then one more foster family. It was official. They were the new child of philza.

Your life got better. Both of them accepted your choice of clothes and makeup, even supported it!

They helped with everything in the first few weeks. Giving you space, letting you know that they were there. But you nor phil knew that three boys were heading down to visit.

So when you answered the door to see three faces demanding philza minecraft and one just looking awkward. They were also changing about him coming and join them you felt panic flood through you. Slamming the door on their face you held near your chest.

Your uneven breathing was heard by your father and he was quick to scoop you away from the door and have kristin answer the door.

He was sitting next to you hand lightly rubbing your shoulder and he guided you through the panic attack. "That's it. In through the nose. Hold it for a few second. Breathe out." His voice was calm.

It took less time to calm you down then you've ever had. "There ya go mate. Just keep breathing." He kept coaching you through you panic attack.

Kristen let the four in with their promise of keeping calm. Your shaking form brought major concern to the two older ones and confusion to the two younger ones. "(Y/n) I want to introduce you to the four behind us. Technoblade, wilbur, tommy, and tubbo. They are really good friends of mine." Nodding lightly you sat there, not wanting to turn because if you did the panic would strike harder. Remembering what happened before you parents left you.

A huge group of people basically shunned your for your choices and didnt want to take you in because 'trash like you' wasnt accepted in the family. But these two were different. Supporting you with your choices. How different were their friends? "Hey I think you shirt is cool! Who's on it?" A slightly hyper voice broke through the silence. " black veil brides." It was quite but a start. "Cool! So their a band right? What kind of songs?" The brown haired teen was trying to communicate with you. "Uhm. Rock." It had started small but you opened up to the teens. They were about you age and they didnt bash what you decided to like. The two older ones hung out with phil and Kristen. You three hung out in your room which was kind of softer then your appearance. It was to reflect a bit deeper into you. Bookshelves, a desk, reading corner, and a bed. Not fully knowing what to put in there.

But you, tommy, and tubbo were almost the best of friends when they had to leave. Techno and Wilbur it took a bit. After the two teens left you had came out of your room, no makeup, hair had all products removed, and your clothes changed from Jean's and a black veiled brides shirt to a black tee shirt, grey sweat pants, with a book in hand.

Before sleeping you just chilled in the living room, reading while basking in the presence of your adoptive parents. You did not expect wilbur and techno to still be there.

Plopping down on the couch next to phil you opened your book and tried to zone out, to get engulfed into the book. Nope. Two sets of eyes just watching you.

"So you like poems?" The book you were reading was a massive collection of poems. Looking up to the two on the couch you nodded lightly.

Looking back down you felt nervous. "Small talk is awkward." Looking up to the brown haired guy with an American accent you nodded. "Same." Once more you looked down at your book. You already had issues focusing but you tried to work though it. "What kind of poems are you favorite?" You sat there for a second. Trying to think of something that catches your attention.

"Mainly ones about trauma. It reminds me I'm not the only one in the word that went through something I have. It just makes it more interesting when I can relate." It was true. Sometimes the poems you liked ring a little to close to home.

"Good choice. It does really intrigue the audience when they can relate." Nodding you closed your book. "Especially when you relate. It's a must for me. Other wise I get turned away from it and just cant focus. But if I like it then I am just dead set on that poem."

You and techno bonded over poems and wilbur brought up some songs. "So what is you song preference?" "Hollywood undead, black veil brides, other then that its random. If I like the song it's in my playlist." With no other preferences with music other then it had to sound good to you there was honestly no judgement for other people's taste in music. There were little treasures from almost all genres.

For a while you talked about poems and songs. It honestly helped you feel safer with them. They didnt care about what you found intriguing. Or why. You even went on a rant and there was no care. They just listened.

But sadly they had to leave. Bit they promised that they would visit more. They were like the brothers you never had.

"So I see that you were able to talk to all of them." Nodding to your father figure you smiled "they were nice. Honestly. I cant wait to see them again."

He found joy in you wanting to hang out with his friends/technically children too.

Now meet the rest of the dream smp. It was very fast. Meeting almost all of them at the same time.

Phil was streaming and no one except for the sleepy bois knew about you. So you walked into his stream, book in hand and sat on the couch behind his set up. You liked having another person on the room. You just hated being alone. It gave you really bad thoughts. "Who's that behind you phil?" A random donation read out. Phil looking behind himself saw you in the corner reading and you normally did. "Ah that's my child. They like to have company. So sometimes they come in here to read." "Wait you have a child?! Since when?" The voice made you jump. Your book fell out of your hands and you looked at your father's screen. A green man with a weird white blob for a skin on minecraft. "Yeah. I took a break to pick them up from the orphanage." All hell broke loose. You ran while phil answered questions. You were not dealing with that. No way. Nuh uh. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not today satan. It took phil bribing you with a trip to hot topic to get you to come back in. I mean hey you get to score a few shirts and hats. Might as well.

Meeting the server wasbt too bad. But the questions were weird. You didnt answer the ones you were uncomfortable about and they didnt care. Your boundries were up. And when tommy, tubbo, willbur, and techno revealed they knew of you they were yelled at. It was funny. Watching people say they should of said something. But it resulted in alot of compliments and Phil's chat loving you.

You were now the older sibling of the chat. Why? Cause chat said so.

When you come in from now on the chat is chanting for you. Just "(y/n)!" Over and over.

Your life? Crazy. But it became a bit better after you were living with your new parents. It was heaven.

I'm sorry if its awkward I'm not good at introductions. And I am tis but a sleep deprived human. I need sleep and so do you have a nice day and once more I'm sorry if this isnt up to what you wanted.

#dsmp philza #philza #philza x reader #phliza mcyt #mcyt fluff #mcyt

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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one and only

a/n: hi guys !! this one shot is inspired by this song by cuco ! I hope u all enjoy,, I went overboard again,, pls tell me what u think :] lyrics are in bold !

in which bucky slowly but surely falls for you

word count: 1.9k

masterlist

I hope that you wanna get to know me

Bucky smiled at you from across the coffee shop, both of you stealing glances at each other for the past hour. Finally mustering up some courage and walking to your booth.

"hi" he had breathed out, a smile on his face as you looked at him with wide eyes, a smile quickly breaking across your face.

"hi" you smiled, extending your hand out for him to shake, "y/n."

Bucky shook your hand quickly, pink dusting his cheeks, "I'm bucky."

"do you wanna sit? I can move some stuff so you have some room" you spoke quickly, fumbling as you moved all your homework and notebooks to the side, stacking them on top of each other.

Bucky slid into the booth with a soft smile, quickly striking up a conversation, flirting with you the whole time.

"I have to go soon" you frowned, putting all your stuff away as bucky got up from the booth. He held a hand out, helping you up and paying for both of your drinks and snacks.

"I had a really nice time" bucky flashed you a smile, your ears heating up.

"I- uh yeah I did too" you replied, looking at your feet as the two of you walked out of the coffee shop.

The two of you exchanged numbers, a bashful grin on both of your faces as you parted ways.

"text me when you get home" you had told him out of habit, blushing when you realized you had only met him today.

"I mean you don't have to" you added, fumbling with the string on your backpack.

"only if you do the same" he replied, a smirk on his face as your mouth formed an 'o' shape.

Bucky had texted you first, making your heart flutter. exchanging a few texts that night, bucky decided to get real brave.

I hope we can hang out again soon :)

And sure enough you did, meeting up at his favorite coffee shop only three days later. Getting to know each others interests.

As time passed you and bucky became closer, getting lunch together, texting each other often, having late phone calls almost everyday.

baby hit me up if you get lonely

You and bucky never really opened up to each other, even after one month of your little coffee and lunch dates. And so there you were, staring at your bedroom ceiling with an empty heart, dried tears on your face.

Your phone vibrated next to you, lighting up the room. You let it ring, not having enough energy to pick it up.

Bucky grew worried, you never just left him hanging like that, you always replied with why you didnt pick up within minutes. It had been an hour already.

everything okay ?

your phone buzzed and you looked over, seeing his missed call and texts. Sighing you replied, not wanting to bother him.

yea, just tired

Bucky frowned, his stomach twisting as he read your reply. Thinking for a moment before he texted you once again.

im here if you need me or need anything

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears streaming down your face.

do you think you can come over

your heart was heavy, you were stressed, tired and you wanted someone to tell you it was gonna be okay, instead you were alone in the dark, in an empty apartment with only the sounds of the city keeping you company.

on my way

Bucky was sweet. Bucky was caring and he was everything good in the world. Listening to you as you cried, dumping all your worries out into the air, rubbing your back and handing you tissues, getting you water.

He listened, he reassured you and he helped you through it, never being pushy and always reminding you that you were strong enough to get through it.

"and if im not?" you had whispered, looking at the floor with teary eyes.

"then im here to fight for you."

I know im not confused, my feelings here are true

Bucky opened up to you a few nights later, after ignoring your texts all day you showed up at his apartment, snacks in one hand and coffee in the other.

You listened to him vent, letting out all he had bottled up, all his guilt, his regret, his pain, everything.

You didnt judge him, you just got up, sat closer to him and hugged him, holding him tightly. Bucky relaxed in your arms, burying his face in your shoulder and letting himself cry, allowing himself to be vulnerable for once.

You woke up in each others arms the next morning, blushing when you both realized.

Bucky was red, you were about to start sweating, telling him you were gonna head home and would text him when you arrived.

After that he found himself more nervous around you, butterflies when he saw you. For the first time in decades he found himself styling his hair more and putting effort into his outfits.

on gloomy days like these wishing you were next to me

You sat on your couch alone, rain hitting your window steadily. You sent a text to bucky, asking him when he would be back from a mission he got dragged along. He replied quicker than you expected, your heart beating a little faster.

just a couple more days :)

okay hurry back safe I miss u :/

Bucky choked on his own spit at your text, Sam looking at him as if he was insane. Bucky ignored him, replying to your message

I miss you too dollface

You read the text over, squealing and jumping around at the pet name, face hot and stomach fluttering.

when im feeling puzzled, you put me back together

Bucky frowned, barely listening to you explaining a documentary you watched the other day.

"buck?" you asked, setting down your phone and looking at the super soldier, worry in your eyes.

"sorry I- what about the jungle?" he questioned, trying to push away his thoughts.

"talk to me James" you pleaded, hands moving to hold his own.

A few moments passed, quiet as bucky gathered his thoughts, tears welling in his eyes before he blinked them away and began talking.

"what if a part of him is still there? what if im not who Steve thought I was? what if im not what people want me to be?" bucky looked at you, teary eyed and broken.

"you're free bucky" you told him, scooting closer to him and he nodded.

"Steve would be proud of you, I mean look at you, you have a furnished apartment, you have friends, you're working with sam, you're building your life" you spoke, smiling at him.

"you shouldn't care what others want you to be, be who you want to be. Be who you are now" you squeezed his hands, letting him gather his thought as you stopped talking.

"am I good?" he mumbled, a small frown on his face.

"you are" you replied without hesitation.

"you like me as who I am now?" you nodded.

"me too" he smiled, leaning his head on your shoulder, your fingers brushing through his hair.

I wanna be your one and only

Bucky finally introduced you to sam, you were excited, having heard so much about him.

"what if he hates me" you worried, stopping in your tracks as you paced buckys living room.

"he'll love you doll" bucky reassured you, a knock at the door making your heart thump in your ribcage as you waited for bucky to open it.

And love you Sam did, talking your ear off and chatting with you all night. You struggled to catch your breath between his jokes, stomach hurting as he continued.

bucky hated it. only he had made you laugh that hard, the crinkles by your eyes were reserved for him and his bad jokes. bucky got up quietly and went to grab a cup of water, sam quickly excusing himself and following him into his kitchen.

"you are down bad" sam laughed and bucky rolled his eyes at him, gulping down his water, setting the cup down, eyes softening as he saw you on his couch, replying to some texts.

"you should ask her out soon, or else I will" sam teased, knowing it would push the super soldiers button.

"sam is actually leaving right now!" bucky smiled, sam rolled his eyes before playing along.

"aw, it was just getting good" you smiled, getting up and going to give sam a hug, wishing him a good night before he left.

You and bucky sat on the couch, the sounds from the movie filling the room.

"green isn't your color" you smirked, bucks eyes went wide.

"what?" he questioned, heart racing.

"cmon im not stupid, you were cranky the whole time sam was cracking jokes" you shrugged your shoulders, eyeing bucky.

Bucky was quiet, Sams words ringing in his ears.

"I like you y/n and I've liked you for a while and I-" he stopped himself, not wanting to say something he would regret. You let him think, heartbeat ringing in your ears as his confession rattled around in your brain.

"I want to be the one making you laugh, I want to spend rainy days with you and I want to go to the park with you on sunny days" bucky spoke, looking at you.

"I wanna be your one and only" bucky ended, eyes searching your face as he finished, worried about what you were thinking.

You had the biggest smile on your face, fidgeting with your fingers. Looking up your eyes met his blue ones, stomach in knots and heart skipping a beat.

"ask me then" you stated, never breaking eye contact.

"will you be mine y/n?" he spoke, voice trembling, he fidgeted with his fingers.

"of course" you replied, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss, breaking out into giggles when he pulled away and peppered kisses all over your face.

and if never is forever, then lets always be together

Sam pat bucky on the back, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Steve would be so happy for you" he whispered to him, a smile breaking onto his face, nodding to sam and looking up.

The whole team was there, sam standing behind him as his best man, your family with bright faces as the music began and everyone looked back.

The doors opened and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. His mouth fell open at the sight of you. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard but he didn't care, tears falling from his face as you smiled brightly at him.

You spent the whole ceremony the same way you had met. Stealing glances at each other and blushing deeply when you caught each other, holding back giggles and brushing it off as clearing your throat.

You were marrying the light of your life, the person who was there for you when you couldn't see the light, the one who always supported you and fought for you when you couldn't. Helping you grow into the person you wanted to become.

He was marrying the light of his life, the person who was his sun during his worst times, shining brightly for him and picking him up when he was upset. Helping him become the person he was meant to be.

#bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #soft bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky drabble #bucky barnes x y/n

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bumbleklee · 3 years

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Hi I'm the anon who requested the Childe x zhongli x reader one. I deeply apologize I am so so sorry I should have specified but yes! Childe and zhongli are dating at the beginning, and poly at the end with reader. Only if your comfortable with it though! I'm sorry once again I should have specified more clearly T-T

original ask: Um feel free to ignore This ask but zhongli x Childe x reader where Zhongli and childe are dating and reader has been in love with both of them and thinks their love is unrequited, but they're happy with only giving love and not receiving anything in return. But then one day they meet someone new and start spending more time with them, pulling away from zhongli and childe which leads them to getting angry and confessing + jealous nsfw at the end. Feel free to ignore tho, no pressure. Have a good day and take care :)

hopefully i did you justice lol, i was still a tiny bit confused so i apologize if this isn’t 100% of what you were looking for but i hope you still like it!!! this is a part 1 of 2 and the nsfw work scene is going to be in part 2 (expect that in a couple days) PART 2 HERE

cw: polyamourous relationship, little bit of angst, a little over 3k words, hu tao has a brother in this named jiang

summary: your first crush is zhongli and when it’s evident he doesn’t like you back, you try to turn your feelings to childe. so when childe and zhongli start dating, your heart is shattered. thinking there’s no hope for love, you meet jiang. sounds great - the only issue? zhongli and childe seem to have a problem with this.

Alongside Zhongli, you were a mortician at the Wangshen Funeral Home. Over the months of working beside him, you had become quite close to him. In fact, Zhongli considered you one of his closest friends in Liyue. After long days at the parlor you would go out to dinner together and despite having to pay most of the time, you were happy to spend time with him.

Your feelings towards Zhongli were growing to be more than platonic but you could never tell him. You were too different from him and while you were sure he appreciated your friendship, you couldn’t imagine him reciprocating your true feelings.

So when you’re introduced to a young man named Childe, you thought this would be your way to weasel out of your one-sided love. Childe was cheeky and sweet to you, nearly winning your heart instantly. He hung around Zhongli often and it became unusual to see either of them alone. Slowly, your crush on Zhongli soon shifted to Childe.

Unlike before, you began to dress nicer to work if you knew Childe was going to be coming along that day. You examined the way Childe interacted with Zhongli versus you and the difference made you hopeful that Childe was feeling something for you. Sometimes he would even stay at the parlor with you if Zhongli needed to run out for a bit.

When Childe asked you to Wanmin for dinner one night, your heart swelled. You had been alone for too long and now a rich, handsome local from Snezhnaya was courting you, right?

You were giddy for the remaining hour of your shift, even telling Hu Tao that you had a date after work. When the time came, Childe waited for you at the entrance and you happily skipped beside him. He made a comment about how you seemed to be in a good mood and you could only chuckle - wasn’t he, too?

“Order whatever you want,” Childe told you once you both were seated at a table. Your eyes glazed over the menu, racing back and forth between too many options. You heard Childe sigh and you looked up briefly to see his fingers fumbling with each other. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to dinner, huh?”

Beneath the table, your legs twisted anxiously. You hid your excited smile and tilted your head, trying to make a cute facial expression. Was Childe going to ask you to be his partner? Or was it too soon to do that? Despite your age, you hadn’t been on a proper date in ages. Were things different when you were a teenager than when you were an adult?

One of Childe’s hands made its way across the table and you let him take your own. His hand felt incredibly soft and warm and you wanted desperately to interlock your fingers.

“Since you're my closest friend in Liyue, I wanted to tell you this before anyone else,” Childe began. The first part of his sentence made your chest flutter but you decided to pay no mind to it. Perhaps you had just gotten closer to Childe than Zhongli lately. But what Childe said next made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, “I’m going to ask Zhongli to be my partner.”

“Like, work partner?” You said, your words catching in your throat. You knew exactly what Childe meant. How could you have been so stupid?

Childe let out a hearty laugh, “No, not a work partner. I want to be his boyfriend.”

Your hand fell limp in Childe’s and you swore you stopped breathing in that moment. Not only were you extremely upset, you were suddenly extremely embarrassed. You told Hu Tao this was a date! You face grew red and you averted your eyes to your lap. But it all made sense. Childe wasn’t talking to you in a special way - he was talking to Zhongli. Looking back on your personal conversations with Childe, you realized that most of them centered around Zhongli or Zhongli’s personality. You were just so infatuated with trying to please Childe that you hadn’t noticed.

“So, what do you think?”

What did you think? You thought it was the most stupid, heart wrenching idea ever. You thought Childe was the worst person in the world for leading you on (even though deep down you knew he didn’t really lead you on) and you thought Childe should just go back to Snezhnaya.

“Great!” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m happy for you.”

Childe gave your hand a squeeze and finally let go. Your own hand slithered back to your lap where you grasped angrily at the hem of your shirt.

You ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

***

You spent the next few weeks putting up a false identity. The day after your dinner with Childe, he followed through with his idea and started to date Zhongli. You hated to admit it, but they were the perfect couple. Childe helped bring Zhongli out of his reclusiveness and Zhongli helped Childe become a more mature person.

Since both men were still your friends, they wanted to continue their relationship with you. And you didn’t have the heart to tell them to leave you alone. Now that they were dating, it was always the three of you and you quickly grew to their third wheel.

Childe offered to do commissions with you and, of course, Zhongli came along and your usual table during lunch with Zhongli had to be changed so a third person could fit. It was fun at first since Zhongli and Childe were still getting comfortable with their new dynamic but once they discovered intimacy and physical touch, you had enough.

Not only did you have to suffer through not one but two one-sided crushes just to have them start dating each other, now you had to sit by and watch them practically drool all over each other. Instead of going out to lunch with the couple one day, you made up an excuse about work you needed to finish and collapsed in a chair in Hu Tao’s office once they had left.

The funeral director looked at you over a mound of paperwork, “You’re not going out today?”

“And watch Childe try feeding Zhongli for an hour? No thanks.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed, and fixed your sight on the ticking clock on the wall. Hu Tao shifted her small body so she was sitting on her desk facing you, her legs hanging off the side and her feet kicking the side of her desk.

“What happened?” She asked. At her question, you broke and told your boss everything. Hu Tao sat and listened, staring at you concerned while you ranted about how you were convinced the world was out to get you. When you finished your vent, Hu Tao had a mischievous look on her face, “You just need to find someone new.”

You were quick to roll your eyes, “Yeah, no.”

“Believe me, Y/N, getting a new partner would help get your mind off Zhongli and Childe.”

“And where am I supposed to just find someone to date out of the blue?”

“Are you doing anything after work?”

Knowing Hu Tao, you were more than nervous to see what she had up her sleeve. Nonetheless, you avoided Childe and Zhongli for the rest of the day and cautiously left with Hu Tao. You walked behind her in silence as she led you into Liyue Harbor and to a rather large townhouse. She opened the front door and you followed her inside, immediately being met with a bustling and loud environment.

A child ran by your legs and Hu Tao shouted something inaudible at them. She turned on her heel to you, “Sorry for the chaos. You’re okay with staying for dinner, right?”

You nodded your head, realizing it was probably foolish to say no to your boss (it’s not like you had plans anyways). Hu Tao beamed and clapped her hands together, practically dragging you to the kitchen and shoving you down on a barstool. Beside you sat a rather good-looking man and Hu Tao soon introduced him to you.

“Y/N, this is my older brother Jiang. Please find him well.”

So, this is what the director had in mind.

Jiang held out his hand to you politely and you shook it gently, formally introducing yourself to him. For the next few hours, you and Jiang got to know each other. You learned that he was Hu Tao’s eldest sibling and was a teacher in Liyue Harbor. He was around your age and had a very kind smile. By the end of the night, Jiang expressed his interest in you and asked you on a proper date. Hu Tao only smirked giddily behind the counter.

You and Jiang grew close quickly. Your time spent with him was refreshing and for once, you were finally able to get your mind off Childe and Zhongli. You still saw Zhongli (and sometimes Childe) at work but your relationship had already faltered enough to add awkwardness to your conversations. If Zhongli tried to stop you and talk to you about something other than work, you made up an excuse to scurry along. Despite your new relationship, thinking about Zhongli and Childe caused a familiar pain to appear in your chest.

One night you couldn’t leave fast enough and Zhongli caught your arm, “May I have a word with you?”

“Right now?” You asked, glancing at the clock for emphasis, “I really have to get going.”

“Please,” Zhongli said quietly, “Just for a moment.”

You sighed, knowing you didn’t have a valid excuse rolled up in your sleeve this time. You nodded your head and slipped your bag from your shoulder back onto the chair in front of you. Zhongli retracted his hand from your arm, instead deciding to loosely cross them across his chest.

“Have we done something wrong?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Childe and I have noticed your absence from our outings,” He explained, his tone remaining very flat, “We miss you.”

You wanted to scoff at him. You weren’t a part of their relationship, why did they miss you? “I’ve just been busy,” You said, “In fact, I started seeing someone.”

Zhongli’s expression at this statement was indescribable. It was as if he had a reaction but was trying to hide it behind tight lips. Even his usual bright eyes were unreadable. “I see,” He said simply. He paused for a moment before flashing you a cheeky, falsified smile, “I’d love to meet them. How about a double date this Saturday? We get off early then.”

You sent Zhongli a similar tight-lipped smirk, “We would love to. See you then.” And with that, you picked up your bag and rushed out of the funeral home, rubbing your temple. You had a bad feeling about this date.

***

Jiang picked you up for your double date at six. You couldn’t help but notice how ravishing he looked that night with his hair slicked back and expensive-looking clothes on his body. Upon further inspection, you could see the faint smudge of eyeliner lining his lashes. Gold jewelry adorned his neck and wrists and you could only assume Hu Tao spent hours making him look this good for you.

“Ready to go?” Jiang asked you, holding his arm out cheekily. You rolled your eyes and grinned, locking your front door and grabbing onto his arm.

You couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t let Jiang know. The last thing he needed was to hear about how the two men he was meeting tonight were former crushes of yours. To him, this double date was a simple outing between coworkers.

You were having dinner together at the Liyue Pavilion as per suggestion of Childe. You were worried about the price but Childe insisted that he would front the bill as always. Part of you missed having your meals constantly covered by the harbinger.

Jiang opened the door to the restaurant for you and you thanked him, slipping inside and spotting the two men you were meeting already at a table. Childe reached up to wave you over and you took Jiang’s arm in yours before heading over there.

“Childe, Zhongli,” You greeted your co-worker and friend, “This is Jiang, my boyfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jiang smiled, reaching his free hand out to Childe and Zhongli who both shook it cautiously. After introducing everyone, you sat down at the table and Childe handed you a menu to look over.

Jiang was being overtly sweet to you, touching your fingertips and leaning into your side. You accepted the gestures, even daring to lay your head against his shoulder while he talked to Zhongli about the cor lapis industry. From the corner of your eye, you watched Childe’s jaw clench and his grip on Zhongli’s arm tightened.

“So, tell us about yourself,” Childe asked Jiang, his tone sharp. Jiang, sweet Jiang, only beamed and sat straighter in his chair, “Zhongli tells me your Hu Tao’s brother, correct?”

“Right! She’s my younger sister,” Jiang shook his head and chuckled softly to himself, “And I teach literature at the Liyue Xueyuan.”

“A teacher?” Childe nearly scoffs, “I suppose that’s why you live with your younger sister.”

Jiang seemed taken aback by this comment but tried to play it off by laughing. You felt a pang in your chest and shot Childe a nasty glare for his unnecessary comment but were only met with his sharp eyes. You swore you could see jealousy swimming in them.

“Now, now,” Zhongli interrupted, “Not everyone is as magnificent as you, Childe. No need to make others feel bad.”

You felt Jiang’s body tense and his eyes averted down to his lap for a moment. “Don’t listen to them,” You told him, “They’re just trying to be funny.”

“I would never dream of humoring you about that,” Zhongli replied to you, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. Aren’t we getting to know each other?”

At that moment, you knew exactly what Childe and Zhongli were doing. You noticed the way they were looking admirably at you and shooting daggers at your date. They were clearly trying to badtalk him and make Jiang seem undesirable in your eyes. Only you couldn’t seem to understand why. Shouldn’t they be happy that you finally found someone to potentially settle down with?

One more backhanded comment was thrown in Jiang’s direction and suddenly your partner stood up from the table. The expression on his face was heart-wrenching, “I’m going to use the restroom.” With that, Jiang hurried away from the table leaving you alone with both men.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” You snapped, angrily waving your hands around.

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, batting his eyelashes at you in the most painstakingly annoying way ever. Your eyes narrowed and after finding his foot under the table, you stomped on it hard. Childe cursed and crossed his arms, looking down.

Zhongli, understanding Childe was being too immature, spoke up, “You shouldn’t be with him.”

You wanted to tear your hair out, “Who do you think you are to dictate who I can and can’t date?” Your voice was rising but you didn’t care, your frustration jumping out. “Never once have I meddled with your relationship but you think you can with mine?”

“You should be with us.”

Zhongli’s words made you freeze. Was this some sick joke? You wrecked your brain for an incident you caused in the past few months for them to be pranking you like this but you couldn’t think of a single one. Childe reached across the table to grasp your hands and you were still too in shock to pull them away.

“We love you, Y/N, and we should have told you sooner,” Childe says.

You shake your head, “I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not,” Zhongli says, placing his hands over yours and Childe’s, “Please say you’ll be ours.”

Finally, you took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. Zhongli and Childe looked at you with pleading eyes and you felt a rush of emotions explode inside of you. Both of your former crushes were confessing their love to you, asking you to be a part of their relationship. Never once had the thought of a polyamorous relationship crossed your mind but you certainly weren’t opposed to it.

“Okay,” You breathed out, “I will.”

***

Breaking the news to Jiang when he returned back to the table was hard. He was already fragile from being berated before and now you were breaking up with him. You knew you were going to earn an earful from Hu Tao on Monday but you decided to worry about that when the time came.

You had asked Jiang to step aside and in the simplest of terms, you tried to explain the situation.

“So, you’re breaking up with me to date both of them?” He asked in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. His voice was filled with cracks and you wish it didn’t have to be like this. Truthfully, he didn’t understand. How could you be with two people at the same time? “Is this a sex thing? Because I can try harder if that’s-”

“No!” You interrupted, “It’s not, I promise. My heart is just split down the middle for them.”

Jiang sighed again. He may never fully understand your relationship but he appreciated you telling him now rather than later. You offered to walk Jiang home but the man decided he needed some time alone - you didn’t blame him. You wanted to ask Jiang if you could remain friends but the words weren’t coming out of your throat. You watched as Jiang took one last look at you, then the two men at the table, before solemnly walking away and out of the restaurant.

You returned to your new partners and finished your dinner. Slowly, your mood was elevated again but the natural ache of your heartbreak lingered.

“Spend the night with us,” Childe says sweetly after paying the check, “We can help you feel better.”

The feeling of both men on either side of you felt foreign but comforting. You nodded to Childe’s request and Zhongli led the three of you back to his apartment. The next few moments were a blur and when you came to, you were being laid on a soft bed. Childe slid next to you and your arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while Zhongli hovered above you. His warm eyes gazed into yours and you decided you could get used to this.

This new love was unique and plentiful as long as the three of you were on the same page, that’s all that mattered.

a/n: sorry this took so long! as you can see, it came out v long lmfao. requests are still open <3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oneshot #genshin impact oneshot #genshin writing #genshin zhongli #genshin childe #zhongli x reader x childe #zhongli x childe #genshin x reader #genshin hu tao #zhongli #childe #hu tao #genshin x you

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chloe-skywalker · 3 years

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Why Am I Here? - Darth Vader

Darth Vader x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,612

Summary: Reader gets “”invited”” to spend some time with the Empire. For reasons only Darth Vader knows, but will he tell? Or keep her guessing.

Authors Note: I’ve been thinking of making a whole series with a similar plot. So I’m trying this imagine out see how people like it. If you do and want to see more like this or with a similar plot comment below or say something in a reblog!

P.S. Its my Birthday Month!!!! YAY!

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Y/n stood there confused as to why she was here. Nothing about her should interest the Empire. She never given anyone any clues or hints as to if she is with the rebellion.

But yet they came to her senate booth and asked her to come with them. Not that she would have had a choice anyway. When they brought her to a ship, from there they took her to as they put it ‘Where lord Vader is staying’. When the troopers escorted her to a room, they told her this is where she will be staying. In the room was a huge bed, a big bathroom, and a closet. A closet that was full of her own clothes plus some other outfits that were beautiful. But it wasn’t just the closet that had things she owned in it. It was the whole room. There was small things from her room at home scattered all over. All the thoughts in her head stopped once the door opened to reveal the man that had her brought here.

“Why am I here?” Y/n asked with a strong voice. She truly is curious as to why they took her from her home. “Do you talk or are you just gonna stand there?”

Vader just stood there staring at Y/n before asking. “Do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do. Your Darth Vader.EVeryone know who you are.” She nodded, the look in her eyes was very confused as to why he would ask that specific question. But there was another emotion that Vader couldn’t place.

“Is that all you know me as?” he asked trying to get a sense of how to approach why he brought her here.

“Should I know you as more than that?” Y/n tilted her head in more confusion and also now curiousness. What did he mean by that? Should she know him as more?

“You will be staying here awhile. I hope that this room is up to your liking. We’ll talk later.” With that statement, he turned to leave the room. It was obvious to Y/n that that was not the answer he was looking for from her.

“Wait-” Y/n started but he left the room before she could continue. There were more questions running through her head now than there were before he came in.

^ ^ ^

“Lord Vader requests your presence.” A Stormtrooper stated as he entered the quiet room.

Y/n let out a sigh of annoyance. “You can tell Lord Vader that I decline his request.”

The Stormtrooper left reluctantly. Y/n was sure that was not the answer the trooper wanted. Nor Darth Vader.

After about 20 to 30 minutes the door of her room opened. Low and behold Darth Vader entered the room. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk a tiny bit at the frustration in Darth Vaders walk and demeanor. It was quite comical. “Hello to you too.”

“You declined. What makes you think you are allowed to decline a request from me?” Even though he concealed it well Y/n could tell Darth Vader was frustrated with her previous actions.

“Oh, I know that I’m not supposed to. But it got your attention now didn’t it?” she tilted her head with a smile tugging at her lips.

Vader’s suit let out what could be considered a sigh. “I’m assuming you have something you want to say.”

y/n nodded at his assumption. “I have questions.”

“You may ask them.” he moved to sit on the couch in the room he had provided her. Waiting for her to start asking said questions.

“Why am I here?” Was the first one and most obvious out of Y/n’s mouth.

“I have my reasons.”

“Are they valid for keeping me here without my consent?”

“Yes” Vader nodded

“Can I know the reasons?” Y/n asked to hope that she could get more than another one-worded answer.

“Soon.” he replied, smirking behind the mask.

“What does that mean?” Y/n groaned, this was getting her nowhere.

“You’ll find out soon.” Vader rephrased

“How far is soon?” she rolled her eyes at his vagueness.

“Have a goodnight, y/n.” Darth Vader stated as he got up and headed for the exit.

“Will we talk about this again?” Y/n asked standing up really quickly off the bed. Heading to follow him out the door.

“Soon.” Was the last word that left the Sith as he left, with the door shutting behind him.

“UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH” Y/n screamed, falling back onto the large bed. This was ridiculous. She was getting nowhere. Y/n had a feeling that she was going to e there for a long while. The least he could do was answer some of her questions if he was gonna keep her there. Hopefully, he will tell her more ‘soon’ as he puts it.

^ ^ ^

“You requested me?” Y/n snarked walking into what looked to be Darth Vaders room.

“I’m shocked you came. Your learning.” he seemed to snark back.

“Yeah, sure. Why’d you call me here?” Y/n questioned while switching her weight to one hip, moving her arms to hug around herself.

“Do you know my history?” Vader asked what was a very random question to the young woman.

“What do you mean?” she tilted her head in confusion.

“Before I became Darth Vader.” he elaborated, turning to face her.

Y/n shook her head, casting her eyes down as she answered. “No. i heard it was forbidden to talk about who you were before. So no one does.”

“To some people it is. Most in fact.” Vader agreed with her statement.

“But your gonna tell me?” Y/n’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yes.” It was a simple answer but it scared Y/n. What happens to people who know? That question just kept running through her mind.

“Am I allowed to know?” She asked after letting out a deep breath that was shaky.

“It’s my story to tell, Y/n.” Darth Vader smiled under his mask at her.

“Right” Y/n let out a light shaky laugh. It was one of their rare moments between them where whatever wall that separated them came down. Which Y/n didn’t know how to feel about. But Vader couldn’t help but feel immensely happy with those moments.

“Before the Empire, I was a Jedi. I didn’t follow the code completely. I was married, in secret to the love of my life. Right before the rise of the Empire, when things changed she was pregnant. I was to be a father. . . . She died in childbirth. Because of me. An I wasn’t there for her. I made a lot of decisions I regret, and that was one of them.” Vader explained, looking solemnly towards the floor as he thought about his past actions.

“What was your name?” Y/n asked once he stopped explaining, Some of the things he had just mentioned sounded very familiar. Her breathing picked up as she waited for his answer.

Vader decided to make a decision to show her his true face. No one has seen his face other than the Emperor since he turned from Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader. Once the helmet was off Vader turned to face the young woman, maskless. “I think you know.”

“Oh my-” Y/n gasped moving her hands up to cover her mouth. So many thoughts running through her head.

“Y/n-”

Y/n held her hand up to stop him from saying more. “You know. You knew the whole time, and didn’t tell me! That's why I’ve been here this whole time. Isn't it!?”

Vader or maybe Anakin, could see how she was starting to feel upset. Betrayed even. But he knows she’s been held in the Empires custody long enough she deserved to know. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked with a whimper.

“I wanted us to get to know each other first. Establish a relationship before I told you.” he explained, hoping she would understand. But he knew that it’d still probably take time with her. Over the last couple months they have been getting to know each other, just slowly.

“Well, I do know some stories about Anakin Skywalker. My father.” Y/n spoke after letting some time pass, playing with her fingers nervously, aware that things will forever be changed.

Vader- or Anakin nodded in understanding. She had put it together and now she knew why he took her and why he’s treating her the way he is. He walked up to her, giving her a small smile. “I know we have a long way to some with our relationship, but I would like to make this work..” Vader softened his stature trying his hardest not to seem intimidating to his daughter. Not wanting to frighten her. “I’ve missed to much of your life up till now. I’m not missing any more of it.”

Y/n looked him in the eyes still not sure about all of this. But something was telling her that he is being truthful, and that she could trust him. He has protected her since she's been there. “Can you tell me more about my mom? And about you, or at least who you use to be?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I can do that.” He nodded, and couldn’t help how much his smile grew. The fact that she was willing to get to know him made his heart swell. She wanted him to tell her about Padme, he hasn’t been able to talk about her since he lost her. Maybe they could have a slightly normal father daughter relationship.

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Nonononono hear me out right? Imagine Oikawa, one of the most powerful demons around, snags a reader who wants to be a hero and just kind of says 'aight this ones mine now'

Powerless

Warnings - Mentions of killing, the word blade, a religious joke here or there, cursing, referenced nsfw, the req was short but I managed to make this long af, sorry if the ending is trash :(, might do a part 2

Note: I have one mood and this is it

Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI, Respect The Boundaries of the Writers. ✨This isn't about you✨

Demon King Oikawa Tooru.

Infamous for a...multitude of things. For one, his power. Two, the astounding number of people who lust after him. Cults and chapels have been erected in his favour, solely because of his attraction. Nobodies even sure if he's a demon of lust at this point, or if he's just naturally handsome.

And lastly, of course, his ego. His power gives him a big head, though that isn't undeserved. He's just as cocky as he's allowed to be. While it may seem like overkill to some people, they'll quickly find that all of his self conceit is well earned.

Of course, that makes him a big target. Any heroes career would be made if they could kill the demon king. Hell, some get publicity just by returning alive. Young, naive, aspiring heroes want to get his head on a platter more than anything.

And, of course, you were no exception.

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"I just don't think you're cut out for this, son."

At first you'd scoffed. Chalked it up to your mentor being crazy. After all, he was the one who trained you for this!

Nearing the end of the dead forest though, you were starting to wish that you'd listened to him. The energy, the atmosphere, felt like it was wrapping around your neck. You could almost see the dark tendrils around your throat.

The whispers of the forest- prominent, though unintelligible- faded the farther you got from the tree line. Anyone with eyes, ears, or even a nose could tell how corrupt the land was here. Dead birds, ravens to be exact, littered the grounds. Every few yards, you had to step over or around a carcass.

Your torch, near burnt out, clattered to the ground.

There wasn't any need for it anymore, the dim sunset illuminating the deathly area. A small shudder tore through your body. It's like you could feel eyes on you, even in the obviously vacated expanse.

The castle wasn't any better.

Cracked and broken cobblestone lined the pathway up to the doors, travelling up a rather steep hill. From where you stood, you could see the different layers. True to it's unholy resident, the castle was make of dark brick and stone. Sharp, jagged pillars jutted up at the tips of towers, pyres in small heaps littering the area. Some looked as if they were already burnt.

Your hand drifted to your side. There your sword hung, sheathed tightly in a leather casing. The sword was all you really needed, though a couple extra daggers and limited magic items were helpful. After all, it was the demon king. Just a sword wasn't going to kill him off.

You smiled at the thought of your sword being framed when you became a well-known hero, famous for being the blade to deliver the finishing blow.

Those thoughts were quickly disrupted as a bird fell to the ground at your feet.

You grimaced, gently kicking the corpse out of the way and continuing on the rocky cobblestone path. There hasn't been any sign of people for the last two miles. You knew that there was an immensely powerful demon king not even twenty minutes away from you, but it felt like there was nobody for miles on end.

Obviously though, no sane person would get as close to this place as you were.

With one final, (and tentative) step, you arrived at the front door. It felt like any and all sound was swallowed by the walls, all of your senses instantly on edge. Nothing felt right here. It almost made you want to turn around, but you've already made it this far. It would make no sense.

Drawing in another shaky breath, your hand made its way to the door handle. Not much skin touched it through your gloves, yet you could just sense how wrong it felt.

You could only hope that the next time you see these doors, you'd still have your head.

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Nobody told Oikawa that being the demon king would be so...boring.

As opposed to what everyone thinks, it's actually rather monotonous. Wake up, go seduce some townspeople, maybe burn a village or two, kill some heroes who come by, and repeat. Nothing happened that he didn't expect anymore.

Hell, it's gotten to the point where he just smites heroes before they even finish their little speech!

In his defense though, their speeches were starting to sound the same. All the "you are an ungodly creature of darkness"s and "I must avenge my family"s just felt the exact same. They only wanted to kill him for the publicity, the bounty, or some stupid thing about their families legacy. He's so bored.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted, (thank god), by the sound of footsteps pounding on the floor. All at once the door to the throne room swung open, a sweating and panting Kuroo standing there. His black hair was wind tousled, sweat glinting on his forehead.

"Wow," Oikawa scoffed. "Somethings got you running."

Kuroo stood up straight, shrugging and attempting to appear collected. "What do you mean?"

Oikawa raised his brows.

"Right, there's a hero in the castle." Kuroo chuckled awkwardly. "Want us to take care of him?"

Oikawa perked up. Another hero? Really? He wasn't looking forward to doing the same dance again, though maybe this time it would be slightly different. "Let him in," he grinned. "Maybe this one will have something for me." He was never one to turn down opportunity.

Kuroo, plagued by a bit of disbelief, nodded and left the throne room. Presumably it was to tell the fox twins.

Another wicked smile split the Demon King's face, brown hair shifting as he tilted his head to the side. Somehow, he got the feeling that this time, something interesting would happen.

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You figured that the castle would be partly deserted, but this was just weird.

No sign of any living beings. Demons, animals, humans, nothing. Was it an ambush? Quite possibly. Still though, you continued on through the halls.

The inside, just like the outside, was made of dark stone and brick. The floors were marbled and grey, veins of gold running through it. It was actually relatively pretty. You thought that there would be skulls and bones everywhere, bodies even. The castle was well taken care of.

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. Seriously, there was no one. You thought that the all powerful Demon King would at least have some guards stationed around. You were grateful for it though, the lack of protection making it easier for you to get into the castle.

In truth you weren't exactly sure where you were headed. You believed the demon king to be in his throne room, though where exactly that was remained a mystery.

Using your limited knowledge of how castles are built, you slowly tried to make your way to the center of the castle. The back center, specifically. You hoped that you'd find the throne room there, plus you were following the remnants of magic.

Even not being a magic user yourself, it would be hard not to feel the weird fluctuations of energy in these halls. Demons always left some kind of trail behind. Which, of course, made this weirder. Nobody was stopping you, but it was clear that there were being in the castle aside from the king himself.

A thought struck you as you reached two huge double doors. (They no doubt led to the throne room). Was it possible that the demons were letting you get this close? Of course, there had to be some kind of second meaning behind it, right?

Drawing in a breath, you flung the doors open.

The throne room was different than the rest of the castle, if only slightly. Grey marble and gold veins staying the same of course, the walls slightly lighter than before. If you had the time to look closely, you'd notice the oxidized bloodstains on the walls.

"Well well, look who's finally showed up!"

Your breath hitched in your throat, barely registering the door creaking closed behind you the moment you stepped forward. He was just as...no, more terrifying up close. The horns jutting out from the sides of his head, twisted upward, held a muted purple colour that shined in the equally muted light. His tone of voice was teasing, almost whiny.

You couldn't tell if his eyes were brown or red, but either way they glowed dangerously. "Well, boy?" He tilted his head, soft brown hair bouncing slightly. "You are here to kill me...aren't you?" His tone shifted. Deeper, more serious.

Your hand quickly made its way to your sword, eyes darting from his horns to his eyes.

He laughed. "Why do you keep looking at my horns like that? You are here for my head, are you not?" You wanted to nod, though he spoke before you could get an answer out.

"Wait a minute. You're here for something more...carnal, aren't you?"

Your eyes widened. "What- no! I'm here for your head!" Your grip on the swords hilt tightened. The rumors about his looks were true, (maybe even understating them), however that is not what you're here to do.

The teasing smirk dropped off of his face. "Oh. Lame."

Your brows knitted together. "Lame?" What was that supposed to mean?

"Oh nothing," he rolled his eyes. "So if you're going to deliver a speech, best do it now. Before I, you know, kill you real bad."

You only looked more confused.

Oikawa scoffed at your lack of response. "Jeez, come on, you know what a soliloquy is right?"

"Well yes but I don't think that really applies here-"

"Tomato whatever, get on with it!" He'd turned around, hands firmly gripping your shoulders.

Your breath stopped short for a second.

"Oh come one," his face moved closer. "Is a little proximity all it takes for you to freeze up? Maybe you aren't cut out to be a hero, boy," he snickered. His nose was brushing yours, breath minty and cold.

Without thinking, your sword was at his side in a flash of silver. Maybe it was just out of reflex, the need to defend yourself. The blank, shocked look on your face morphing into one of confusion. Why wasn't your sword moving further? "Was that the best you could do?" The king whispered.

Looking down, you realize just why he was so revered. He'd caught the blade in his hand, a trickle of black blood visible on his palm. No grimace, no noise of pain, nothing. "Hey, eyes up here sweetheart," one of his clawed hands was on your chin now. The wound, one that would cut almost anyone's hand off, didn't seem to throw him off his rhythm at all.

Horror and realization befell you as your eyes met his. You weren't ready. You didn't know what to do, except relax and let instinct take over. So that's what you did.

You let the sword fall out of your hand, causing him to have to catch it at an awkward angle. Using his moment of distraction, you reached into a bag at your hip. Sand. Sure, he was a demon, though it's not like his eyes were impervious to sand.

The dust hit him in the eyes, a startled, strangled noise leaving him. You turned, darting to the only open window as fast as possible. Jumping was not a good idea by any means, though maybe you could use the little magic you knew to your own advantage. You hesitated. You didn't mean to, but really it was just in your nature to be a little cautious.

Oikawa's eyes cleared just in time to see you fall out the window, hands darting back and forth and lips moving. Magic. "You clever little thing," he snarled, at the window in only a few seconds flat. He almost jumped out after you, but then he stopped. Sure he could follow you, but what would be the point? It makes more sense to simply leave you to come back on your own.

"Hey!"

You didn't look back at the sound of his voice, though you did catch the next words to fall from his mouth. "The names Tooru, by the way!"

You didn't say a word, focused on the cold burn of your heart pounding and your legs moving. You'd failed far faster than you thought you would, but you'd be back. You didn't even bother to step around the birds, only focused on getting out. After all, he'd let you leave. There wasn't any way you were taking that for granted.

Back at the castle, Oikawa's hands were still gripping the window's edge. He'd watched your form run until he could hardly see you, still gazing off in that direction. The twins were hovering behind him, wondering when the right time would be to speak. The bloodied sword on the ground, (and the grains of sand), were clear signs that you'd done something.

After elbowing one another for a minute, Osamu spoke up. "Would you like us to take care of it, Lord?" He pushed Atsumu back in an attempt to seem more dignified.

They got silence for a second before he responded. "No. That one is mine. Leave him be." The twins nodded in unison, leaving the room like they were never there.

You didn't do much. There were other heroes who'd done far more to him then you had, though still, something stuck with him. Maybe it was the utterly useless conversation you'd shared before anything actually happened. Maybe it was the vague potential he saw.

In any case, he was going to see you once more. Somewhere you'd least expect him.

Oikawa never was fond of leaving unfinished business.

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