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[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt6

pt 5 here content: stalking, (duh.) thoughts of violence, blackmail, mentions of grooming, overall Choso thinking he's a good guy, paranoia, starting to feel the anxiety of someone possibly stalking reader

(a.n) I wrote this listening to 'Black no 1 - Type O Negative'

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Obsessive!Choso who looked at you, had a smile on his face before interrupting your ‘friend’. “Of course I'd like to join you.” Looking over to this, Theo. Seeing his eyes full of disappointment, a sinister smile formed on Choso's lips. Knowing that this person will never even come close to making you feel the way he does. ‘It’s okay. You can try and find scraps of me in other men. I'm patient. I will wait for you to come back to me when these men can't hold a candle to the thought of me. I will wait.’ he thought, calling your name. Sitting across from you and your ‘friend’. This guy was staring at Choso as though he could read his thoughts. Smile on his face, knowing he'd never be able to. Awkward tension in the air, making you want to shrink into your seat. Seeing you about to speak up but he needed to know. Know what you see in this shallow man. “What did you say you did for a living?” Choso asked, the question was harmless. But his eyes gave away his true intentions. ‘I'll find you. I'll find out how to ruin you.’ Making the man squint, “I didn't, but I work in tech.” He started, droning on and on about his job. Looking over at you, your face bored as though you'd heard him say the same thing over and over again. ‘Idiot. I didn't even have to ask him another question- he's telling me everything I need.’

Holding back a smile. Nodding his head, mocking him while hearing your ‘friend’ yap on and on. “And you? How could you afford to come to such a college? Especially so far away from home.” Passive aggressive. Choso saw what he was trying to do. “Don't tell me-” Theo started, closing his eyes and pretending to think. “Trust fund?” He asked sarcastically, making you look over to him in shock. “God no-” Choso laughed, thinking of all the ways he could dispose of him. “Though I'm sure you'd know all about that.” He kept a playful tone, but his eyes gave him away. Hearing your friend laugh, “You kids these days. Always so quick to snap.” Theo smiled, ‘I'll show you what snapping is.’ crow's feet forming at the corners of his eyes. ‘See? He sees you as nothing but a child. Tell me you see it too.’ he thought, looking over at you to see what you'd say. 

Choso’s anger pooled in his gut when he saw the way Theo looked at you. Almost telling you to keep your mouth shut. Nodding your head in disapproval. True, you only invited Choso to see how he'd act. See if he would show you some kind of indication as to how he felt about you. But this- this was just awkward. Seeing you look down at the menu, your fingers on your forehead. Theo looking down at his phone, before leaning over to your ear and whispering something. ‘I'll kill him.’ he vowed, seeing your eyes widened at Theo’s whispers. Looking over at him, “Really?” You asked, seeing him stand up and kiss the top of your head. All while staring directly at Choso. “It's work-I'll call you later, babe.” before walking off, answering a call on his phone. ‘This is who you replaced me with?’ seeing you ease your shoulders the second he left. “Known him long?” He asked, breaking the silence. Making you smile at how he was starting to show you some kind of jealousy, “A while. I guess.” You smiled, taking a drink from your cup, raising your eyebrows at him. Seeing him nod, almost disapprovingly. “I must be missing something here- clearly.” He spoke, “I mean- he's well read, he's nice. What more could I ask for in a friend?” you exhaled, dropping your smile before looking down at the menu again. ‘Well read? Nice? He just left you for work, called you a child and looks old enough to be your father.’ scoffing as he replayed the words in his head. “Problem?” You asked, trying to get him to admit he was jealous. 

What Choso felt wasn't jealousy, he felt possessive. Like if he saw you once more with that man- he'd have to show you just how possessive he was. “You're naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.” He scoffed, seeing you furrow your eyebrows. This was fun- at first. But now he's calling you naive- almost telling you that you're an idiot. Seeing you exhale- 'You're getting angry.’ It wasn't the fact he was asking too many questions. It was the fact that he didn't just tell you what he was thinking. Dancing around what you wanted to hear. Smile on your lips, opening your mouth to say something- to ask him if he was being jealous. But thinking before you spoke. “I think I'm going back home. Theo was right- you must be tired.” You mumbled, standing up and seeing his face fall. It wasn't the fact that he didn't show you what you wanted to see, it felt belittling when he looked at you like that. Almost telling you ‘This isn't you.’ but not saying it, it almost felt like…slut shaming? Hearing him ask you to wait, but you walked away. ‘Our first fight.’ he thought, watching you walk out the doors of the restaurant. 

Obsessive!Choso who kept apologizing to you mentally, ‘I know I should apologize. Show up to your door with a thousand flowers and beg you on my hands and knees to forgive me. But I have work to do. I need to find out who this ‘Theo’ in tech is. I need to make sure he isn't a stalker or a serial killer.’ he'd thought, scrolling through your following list, trying to find anyone with the same name, but he came up empty handed. Searching up his name followed by tech companies. So very easy to find his full name and the name of the company he worked for. Opening Theo’s instagram, ‘Babe? Babe, you're dating a douchebag.’ he teased you in his own mind, scrolling through the many photos of him on yachts and of him doing whatever the fuck ‘Hot yoga’ was. Going to his tagged, so many pictures of him with other women. ‘Busy boy aren't you?’ His profile was littered with women in tiny bikinis. ‘Somehow you're always on vacation, year round huh?’ Finding the one picture he knew would lead him to what he was looking for. A family photo, his son and wife posing happily. ‘Of course he's married.’ he'd think, clicking on the account that was tagged on his wife. Endless pictures of her house, of her family, comparing the two instagram accounts. ‘I know you don’t know he's married. He spewed a bunch of bullshit to you. He manipulated you. Do you know about all these pictures?’ thinking while refreshing the page- seeing he had just posted something. ‘I mean come on. You're making this too easy.’ seeing photos with someone that very much wasn't you. ‘Either he told you he didn't have social media or you know. But you're not like that- I know you. You wouldn't date a married man.’

Obsessive!Choso who printed each photo he could find that was incriminating. ’It's clear here- he didn't miss you when you were gone. You mean nothing to him.’ You know it was serious when he printed the photos in color. Making two copies of each photo. Smile on his face while watching the ink dry. Typing out onto two forms, “Do you know what your husband is up to?” Slipping it into a yellow folder with the photos. And on the other, “Be careful who you let into your life.” addressing one to his wife and the other to you. Writing down the address that was almost too easy to find. And holding onto the other for the next time he'd go by your house. ‘I'm doing this for you. I know you don't see what I see. But that's why you need me. You need me to protect you from all the people in the world that will try to hurt you.’ 

Sending out the envelope to Theo’s wife. Going to your house while you were in the coffee shop on campus. Placing it on the doormat before walking back to where he last saw you. Walking directly to where you were sitting. It was the next day- he didn't text and neither did you. But Choso knew he had to be there for you- especially now with that little present he left on your doorstep. Seeing you move your eyes to look at him. Not even greeting him with a smile. “Could I sit?” He asked, the soft tone he took made you almost forget why you were upset. ‘Mhm.’ he heard from you, looking back down at your book. Glancing up when you saw him shifting in his seat. “I'm sorry.” He started, seeing you purse your lips and look at him. “For?” You asked, your tone stern, wanting to be sure that he knew what he did wrong. Choso felt goosebumps on his arms at hearing how upset you sounded, “For being mean. And for not being supportive.” He exhaled, you looked at him. He looked like a child that was being scolded, hands between his knees and looking away from your gaze. Smile forming on your face when you thought of what to say. “And why were you mean and unsupportive?” you asked, your tone cold as he looked up to see you. Opening his mouth to speak, thinking of what he could say to you. Choso felt his ears could burn off at any second. “I was-” he started, “I was worried.” he urged, seeing you tilt your head and squint your eyes. “About what? Don't think I can take care of myself?” You taunted, seeing him become more and more flustered every time you spoke. ‘I know you can't. I've seen how much you can't take care of yourself.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was stuttering and stumbling over his words. “That's not what I'm saying-” he started, seeing you squint at him. It was happening again. “I've seen you walk home alone and- and it worries me- people are crazy and I don't want you to get kidnapped- or worse-” He threw so many words at you, he didn't even know what he was saying. But seeing you crack a smile and close your eyes eased him. “I won’t get kidnapped. I'll try my best not to.” You smiled, letting go of the stern face when you saw how flushed he became. “And as for Theo- he was my ex-boyfriend's step dad.” You confessed, seeing Choso’s face drop. Looking away from you and trying to connect the dots. “From highschool- my ex wasn't the greatest kid and Theo really helped me out.” You smiled, ‘He groomed you. Didn't he?’ 

The agonizing feeling of wanting to throw up when he heard you tell the disgusting tale of the man he was. “I was 15 or 16 I think- when Theo helped me leave his son. His wife wasn't the greatest person either, always accusing me of- vile things.” You exhaled, telling this to Choso as though he was your prince charming. “But he got me my own place, got me a car. Helped me choose this college; helped me leave my family.” You continued, remembering the unpleasant memories from home. ‘He deserves worse than me ruining his life.’ he thought, seeing your face almost light up while telling him how Theo came to see you- to check up on you. ‘I will kill him for you. I will chop him into pieces and throw him into a construct-’ his violent thoughts were interrupted. “Oh my god- Choso your nose!” you exclaimed, reaching for paper towels from the small dispenser on the table. 

So much anger that his nose actually started bleeding. Wiping it with his fingers, feeling it drip into his mouth. Trailing the tips of his fingers down to his lips before pulling them away and seeing them covered in blood. Looking over at you with hazy eyes, pressing napkins onto his face, Hearing you ask him something, but deaf with rage. Looking up at you through his eyelashes, now standing in front of him, a napkin pressed firmly onto his pierced nose as your other hand held the back of his head still. “Are you okay?” you asked him, face full of worry. The feeling of your hands on his head made him forget that he was currently bleeding, thinking you were holding his face with deep devotion. Feeling him nod against your hands. Pulling your hands from him slowly, looking at his face to see if he was truly okay. 

Obsessive!Choso who spent the next two hours at the cafe with you, hearing you speak about the man who tried to take you away from him. Pocketing the anger he felt, knowing if he saw him once more- he would beat him bloody. Flashing images of him taking advantage of you, when you were just a child. Following you home, watching from a distance when you picked up the large folder labeled with your name. Opening it and reading the paper, eyes skimming the photos. He was far, but not far enough to see the shock and fear on your face when you looked around. Trying to see who left these here. Seeing you open the door to your house, picturing you walking up the steps and into your bedroom. Dialing the phone to call your self proclaimed prince charming, if only you knew the true one was outside watching you. Phone pressed to your ear as you paced the window. Silent tears falling from your eyes as you waited for him to answer. Seeing you opening your mouth, speaking to him. Reading your lips, asking him ‘what the fuck these photos were. And who sent them’ only to be yelled “Not now!” before hanging up. Knowing that Theo was the kind of idiot who’d choose someone else over you. But thankful for his idiocy. The feeling of losing one of the only ‘parental’ figures in your life was destroying. Choso stepped closer to your house, being able to hear your sobs. ‘It's okay.’ he comforted you. Your weeping made him want to cry with you. ‘This had to be done. I had to make you see that nobody will love you the way I do.’

Obsessive!Choso who didn't hear from you for the next two days, taking strolls to your house and seeing you were in your bedroom. He didn't know you hadn't left because of the fear that someone was actually stalking you. Almost like you felt his presence, going insane inside that house. All alone, still a week left before your roommates came home. You called him, tears in your eyes at the thoughts in your head. “Hey.” you whispered, voice cracked before you sniffled. This made his heart break, knowing you were wasting tears on that pig who hurt you. Closing his eyes in pain. “Hey- I haven't heard from you in a while.” He spoke, feigning being clueless before he heard you let out a quick ‘Ha-ha’. “Yeah- I'm sorry.” You apologized, feeling tears prick your cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked, hearing you let out a choked sigh as you closed your eyes, smiling at the comfort his voice brought you. “No. Not at all. But I was wondering if you could come see me?” You asked, sniffling away your embarrassment. Feeling like Choso was the only one you could trust right now. “Of course- at the cafe?” He asked, seeing you step in front of your window, looking out and feeling like you were being watched. Closing the curtain before answering him, “No- No you can just come to my house.” You sat on your bed, closing your eyes and listening to him. “Yeah- yeah, wherever you want.” He replied, almost telling you he'd see you in a few minutes, but remembering you hadn't actually given him your address yet. “Send me the address, okay?” He asked you, making you smile as you huddled over your legs. Mumbling a small, ‘Mhm’ before he asked, “Do you need anything? Something to drink or a snack?” He asked, making you giggle. “No. No I just need-” You started, feeling your cheeks warm at what you were about to say, ‘Me. you just need me.’ he thought. “Please. Please just get here as soon as you can.” You spoke, not wanting it to sound so pathetic but it did.

It took all the strength he had to not run across the street to knock on your door. Instead, walking to the small grocery store that was close to your house. Picking up a few vegetables and some tilapia fish. Wanting to show you just how well he could take care of you if you let him. Almost running to your house 15 minutes after you sent him the address. Knocking on the door and hearing you open it immediately. No makeup, evident bags under your eyes and in your pajamas at 5:34 pm. And still, you looked otherworldly in his eyes. “Hey-” you murmured, voice pained as you fought off tears. Looking at him, no eyeshadow, and his hair down. “You, my dear-” he started, making you smile at his words. Seeing him take a step inside and kicking the door shut. Heavy boots clacking on the wood flooring. “Look like you need a hug. “ He said, holding the plastic bag in his hand. Nodding your head yes before seeing him place the bag on the table next to the door. Taking a step towards you and snaking your arms around him, closing your eyes as you pressed the side of your face to his chest. Exhaling as though he knew exactly what you needed. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders without any hesitation this time. Squeezing you tightly, resisting the urge to kiss the top of your head, feeling you smile against him. Pulling away from him and grinning. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked, seeing you look down at your socks. “No- if that's okay.” You mumbled, “What did you bring?” you whispered, seeing him look over at the bag. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, kicking his shoes off at the door. 

Obsessive!Choso who convinced you to stay on the couch while he cooked for you, eyes following his every move. Sleeves rolled up and hair pulled back, cutting up carrots. Catching you staring multiple times, only smiling before continuing to mince the vegetables. “I didn't know you cooked.” You grinned, seeing him place the vegetables into the pan your roommates had told you multiple times not to use. “I never liked mentioning it- and unexpected, don't you think?” His tone was soft, not bothering to use the rugged act he used in public. Not now. “Definitely.” You replied, seeing the sun setting while Choso infused his love into what he was making. “You don't cook?” He asked, looking up from the stove, placing the knives and cutting board into the sink. “Growing up I was always told I had hands that were like a stomach- destroying everything they touch.” You laughed, seeing him not find it funny. “I mean- it's true. I can't cook for the life of me, and I never had the patience for baking.” Seeing him return you a smile, ‘This is what life would be like with me. You'd never have to cook, or clean. I'd do everything for you.’ he'd think, turning around and hiding his toothy smile from you. 

Obsessive!Choso who reached into your cupboards, pulling out two oval plates. Calling you over, telling you to close your eyes. Sitting at the small table in your kitchen, opening them and seeing the plate he served for you. Choso let out a small ‘Ta-da’ Opening your mouth with furrowed eyebrows. “I don't even want to eat it- it's a masterpiece.” You smiled, seeing him place the pan into the sink before sitting down next to you, waiting for you to take the first bite. “You have to, I need to know if you like it.” he smiled, his hands in between his knees. Watching you pick up the fork, picking up a piece of vegetables and a good chunk of the fish. “Careful, it's hot.” He mumbled, smile on your lips before blowing gently onto the food. Almost dying when he saw you place it into your mouth, biting down and closing your eyes. His face winced when you looked at him. “Is it not good?” he asked, seeing you furrow your eyebrows and finish chewing. Running your tongue across the front of your teeth. “I haven't eaten a home cooked meal this good in 3 years.” You smiled, looking at him light up at your words. “Is it-?” he asked, seeing you nod quickly before taking another bite, “Whatever major you're in- change it. Go to culinary school. Jesus.” You smiled, taking another bite. Making him smile and look down at his own plate. “Did your parents teach you?” you asked, taking a drink from the glass to your right. “I taught myself-” he exhaled, placing his cutlery down and looking at you. “My mother passed away when I was young, I was 10, I think” He exhaled, seeing you pinch your eyebrows. “And my father wasn't the kind of man to stick around- so I learned for my brothers.” He smiled, looking at your face of sorrow. Reaching for his wrist, “I'm so sorry Choso.” You whispered. Seeing him look down at his plate. “If I didn't learn how- they'd still be eating microwaved hotdogs and chocolate milk for all 3 meals.” he chuckled, lightening the mood, seeing you smile. “Who cooks for them now?” You asked, leaning onto your hand as he exhaled. “They're all grown up now- either they cook for themselves or they eat leftover pizza.” he smiled, the memories of when he first started cooking for them flashing in his mind. 

Looking down at your plate and then at his, noticing yours lacked mushrooms “Why doesn't mine have any mushrooms?” You asked, seeing his smile fall. A few seconds of silence in the air before he spoke. “I remembered you mentioned something about not liking them.” The smile that was previously on his face returned. “You remember everything, don't you?” You smiled, looking down at your plate to hide the warmth that was rising on your cheeks. “That reminds me-” He smiled, standing up and going to the coat hanger by your door. Reaching into the pocket and pulling out a small square of tissue paper. “I know Christmas has passed. But- I thought better late than never right?” He said, placing the square onto the table and seeing you return a blushing smile. “You didn't have to Choso-” Your eyebrows pinched. “I know- I know. But I wanted to.” He smiled, looking at your face. Mouthing, ‘Open it’ before you delicately opened the tissue paper. Slack jawed when you saw it. A small beaded bracelet, black and red beads with square letters. Your favorite band's name on it. Looking at him and feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Thank you.” you whispered, not remembering telling him about your favorite band, but chalking it up to you probably forgot, but he remembered. Slipping it onto your wrist, perfect fit. ‘I always want to know where you are. I want you to carry a piece of me with you everyday.’

“Is this a friendship bracelet?” You asked, seeing he had a similar one. “Only if you want it to be.” He smiled, seeing you look down at the colors. “Do you want it to be?” You smiled, looking into his eyes. Making his ears warm and a smile form on his lips, “I do.” seeing you look away from him, not wanting him to see you blush. ‘That won't be the first time I say those words. I'll make sure of that.’

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pt 7 here

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[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x male reader

Batfamily x male!reader - this is part 1 everyone.

Summary: some talking is done.

Warnings: angst, fluff, (Y/N) is trying and so is the fam, cursing, trying to forgive, a punch was thrown, cutting people out

The fight echoed through the manor. Even days after it, the tension was still palpable. (Y/N) truly wanted nothing more with his so called brothers and father. If they tried to talk to him, they would be ignored or (Y/N) would just snap at them.

Almost biting their head off.

Safe to say, things were going to complete and utter shit.

Bruce didn't even know how to start talking to (Y/N). Was he emotionally reserved? Yes. But will he try everything in his power to make it right?

Yes. Everything he can do, he will do.

Bruce has decided to call a meeting. He made (Y/N) leave his room and (Y/N) has never looked worse. He couldn't sleep for days on end, only getting about 4 hours per night. He wasn't in the mood to eat either. He was only alive because Alfred had to make sure he was still alive.

Everyone noted that he looked like he didn't want to live anymore. More so, he looked dead. (Y/N) just sat down, an angry look on his face, arms crossed and body language closed off. He sat down as far as away as he could from them, clearly not happy to be here in the slightest.

He tucked himself in the chair, ignoring everyone and everything.

" (Y/N)... " Bruce started quietly, clearly not wanting to have a blow out and an explosion. " We have to talk through this problem. " Bruce continued just as softly and (Y/N) scoffed.

" We know we have been... Neglecting you, to say the least. But... We want to fix our mistakes. We want to be better. " Bruce said and (Y/N) chose to roll his eyes instead of listening. No matter what they could say could ever fix this.

" Well... 10 years too late. " (Y/N) said sarcastically, tapping his fingers against his tucked up knee, clearly anxious to leave this room behind. He really was anxious too leave.

" And we realize that. " Tim started softly, looking at (Y/N) with a sad look on his face. (Y/N) wouldn't allow them to see them sweat.

" Bullshit. " (Y/N) said quickly. They don't realize shit. " You are only doing this because Jon came over and pointed it out and now you are worried that the word doesn't spread. " (Y/N) spat out, leaning on his tucked up knee, glaring that the floor.

" That is not true. " Damian said and (Y/N) looked up, glaring at Damian, scoffing at the words, then laughing bitterly.

" Oh please. You never told Jon about me! I'm assuming all of your friends don't know I exist, right? " (Y/N) said as he rubbed his eyes from the exhaustion.

The silence was the only answer that (Y/N) needed.

" Yup and there it is. No one knows I fucking exist! " (Y/N) said loudly, blood pressure raising. He took a deep breath to calm down. " Just as I thought. No one knows I exist. No one even cared about my school achievements either... Let me ask you something Bruce. " (Y/N) asked, turning his attention to Bruce.

" Do you have a college fund for me? Just like you do for other four? " (Y/N) asked, itching for an answer. When Bruce looked away in shame and (Y/N) scoffed yet again.

" Also, don't you fucking dare setting it up. I have got a scholarship anyway. " (Y/N) answered the unasked questions. Bruce was proud of (Y/N). How could he have done this to (Y/N), forget to put a college fund...

" I'm sorry (Y/N). I didn't mean to forget you. " Bruce said, keeping his distance, but wanting nothing more than just hug him and kiss the anger away.

But alas, that's not how it works. (Y/N) has to forgive him first.

" Can you tell us more about the scholarship? " Jason chimed in, wanting to speak about something that (Y/N) could be happy about.

" It's for MIT. " (Y/N) said quietly and everyone was in shock. They didn't know that (Y/N) was into science and mathematics and what not.

Another mistake of theirs.

" That's amazing (Y/N). " Tim praised, smiling at (Y/N). Getting into MIT is hard as hell.

(Y/N) rolled his eyes, but deep down inside, he craved that praise more than life. But some praise won't erase everything that happened.

" You would really have to move then... " Dick said sadly and (Y/N) glanced at all of them. They all seem sad that he would have to move all the way to Massachusetts, but it would be necessary. (Y/N) needed to get out of here. One way or another.

" I think what we all mean to say is that we are sorry. There is no excuse, not a single thing that could justify what we did and what we have caused to you. " Damian said and (Y/N) was shocked to hear the word sorry just tumble out of his mouth like that, so effortlessly. So easily. But he composed himself quickly.

" How do I put his nicely? " (Y/N) said, looking sarcastic. " I don't give a damn about any of you. I don't give a damn about apologies at all. I don't care about any of you. The moment I move out, all of you are going to be dead to me. Period. " (Y/N) said as he quickly stood up, going to his room.

He isn't going to fucking listen anymore.

" No, (Y/N) wait! " Everyone called after him and tried to stop him. Jason managed to grab his arm, but (Y/N) threw a punch and knocked Jason down on his ass, making the others rear back. It was a truly what the fuck moment for all of them.

(Y/N) was never violent.

(Y/N) slammed the doors of his room shut and everyone was silent. Jason was breathing heavily through his mouth as (Y/N) broke his nose.

" He has a hell of a punch. " Jason muttered as he stood up.

" We have a shit ton of gravelling to do. " Tim muttered and everyone nodded in agreement. Saying that they are dead to him, well, will be dead to him, that was sort of a nail in a coffin. Coffin about their relationship...

That was probably on the brink of death, if not dead already.

" Come on, he needs some time alone. " Bruce said and ushered everyone out of the hall, mostly Jason to take a look at his nose, to treat it and heal it.

That same night, (Y/N) quietly managed to get his things into a car, while others were on patrol and blocked them in the process. Then he started driving to MIT, because he didn't have the nerve to put his things onto a plane and go. And besides, he didn't have enough things anyway.

(Y/N) could finally start his new life.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader

[bunnys-kisses]

little flame (good flame) - suguru geto

rating: e (18+) reader: f summary: getting drunk with your professor wasn’t a good idea, but when he poured you a glass of whiskey while you sat in his office you had no choice but to comply. after all you were slipping in your grades and wanted nothing more then to boost them high enough to keep your scholarship.  tags: college professor au, dark themes, baby trapping, power imbalance, smut, unprotected sex (with the reader not knowing), d/s dynamic, oral sex (m receiving), pregnancy a/n: 🤷

getting drunk with your professor wasn’t a good idea, but when he poured you a glass of whiskey while you sat in his office you had no choice but to comply. after all you were slipping in your grades and wanted nothing more then to boost them high enough to keep your scholarship. 

but keeping up with suguru geto’s political science course felt like you were taking an additional three courses. as you took a sip from the strong drink, you winced at the taste but kept your composure. 

he returned to his desk after pouring himself a drink as well, “you know, i was told by the vice principal to stop drinking in my office.” he smirked a little bit, “but, he doesn’t quite understand what it’s like to hear the same opinion all the time.” he took a small sip, “is it just too much to want to be excited by a pupil’s words?”

you felt your cheeks grow warm as his gaze focused on you. you cautiously took another drink. anything to keep your scholarship, “i think so too, mr. geto.” your voice was a little higher then you wanted it to be.

he smiled over the rim of his glass, “charming. now, what words will you use to...” he trailed off, “entice me.”

  “oh well, sir.” you swallowed, “i, uh, well. i need to know if there’s anything i can do to raise my grade.” you stammered a little bit, “like, i’m open to anything. i just want to keep my scholarship and your class is kicking my ass-” you stopped by him raising his hand.

  “you insult my class and you expect me to give yo a chance to raise your grade.” he placed his glass down, “is it kicking your ass, or are you just not ready for this kind of course? you can’t be older than eighteen, why don’t you go back to high school.” he cocked an eyebrow.

your brows furrowed, all anxiety melted out of your body as he insulted you to your face, “i’m twenty-two. and i won’t be spoken to that way.” a frown formed on your face as you placed your glass down on the small side table.

he tilted his head to the side, “only the strongest will survive, you shouldn’t rely on handouts. it’s unbecoming of a young woman.” 

you looked at him in shock, “excuse me!” you stood up, “you know what, fuck you!” your aw was tense as you clenched your fists. 

he howled in laughter, “oh, i love when they get riled up.” he took another sip of his drink, “now this entices me. i know all about you miss. i see how you act in my class. in the debates, in your writings. you just get a little wound up.” he put his glass down and relaxed back in his leather office chair.

  “maybe if you weren’t such a fucking bastard, mr. geto! you barely teach! you grade like a monster! you do nothing but lecture us for sucking in YOUR course!” you shouted loudly, you felt heat at the top of your ears and down your neck. 

geto laughed once more, “this is what i wanted. i wanted fire, i want you to disregard everything and fight with your whole chest. i want you angry.” he growled a little.

you swallowed, “so you will pass me now?”

he smiled, “i’ve had my eye on you, fighting in a sea of ‘dudebros’ who believe their trust funds will save the world. as much as i love your fire, i want to tame it into a strong little flame.’ he licked his lips, ‘now, what do you say? you listen to me, and i’ll pass you with flying colours. i’ll give them no choice but to give you your scholarship for another year.”

you suddenly sat down, you grabbed your notebook from your bag, “tell me, tell me everything i need to do to get these grades.”

he snickered, “oh, you won’t be needing a pen and paper for this.” he took another long sip of his drink, “now why don’t you finish that and come up on the desk. and i want your blouse off too, the frills will get in the way of what i want to do.” a sickening smile hung on his lips. 

hook, line, sinker. 

that was how you became under the thumb of geto. and once you were under his thumb, he took you apart piece by piece. but spoiled you dearly. while not under the gaze of your classmates, but nonetheless spoiled. 

his hand slid up your bare thigh as he laid next to you on the bed. you currently in a rent-by-the-hour love hotel as close to the campus as you could get. he drove you in the tinted windowed bentley he owned. his lips on your neck as you unlocked the door. now on the bed, his hands on your naked body. 

his hair tied back and out of his eyes, his lips attacked your flesh with kisses and bites. he groaned as his erection strained against his slacks. he liked being fully clothed while you were nude. 

he also loved you in various positions, in various outfits, in various places. he consumed you like the finest fruit. devoured you like a starving man and savoured sweet juices. he will never hunger again as long as he had you. and once the semester was over, he was free to devour you in more ways.

the darkest part of him hungered for something more. he saw how you looked in tight corsets and fishnets, soft pastels and sheer white socks, soft cardigans and loafers. but the swirls in his mind craved for something more...maternal.

you could finish your degree right? still be his little flame while carrying his child. walk around campus with a small but mighty bump that left you breathless and achy. move all your stuff to his townhouse and lay down the seeds for a family. 

his hands grazed your stomach as he kissed you. you’d have no choice but to be his bride if you wanted any social standing. he groaned in your ear as his cock grew harder in his pants. he felt a warmth all over his body at the idea of a very pregnant you with his child or rather children. he had read somewhere that only children had a myriad of problems so two or three will do. 

  “suguru.” you gasped, “what are you doing? c’mon. our hour will be up soon.” you body was flushed, your face warmed. your pussy wet with slick as you rubbed your thighs together. smearing wetness all over your inner thighs and pussy lips. 

  “right, right.” he said softly in your ear, biting at the lobe, “don’t want to keep the little flame waiting.” his voice hot in your ear, “i better teach you some manners next time.” 

  “try me, sir.” you said breathlessly as you rolled over to kiss him on the mouth. an open mouth kiss laid against him as you rubbed your knee against his bulge. 

  “you are a such a insatiable fire.” he growled against you before capturing your lips once more. he had decided. he was going to make you his, consume you in the only way a man could to a woman. 

you parted the kiss and started to undress him. he admired your curves as you unbuttoned his shirt like a good girl. he praised you and you leaned into him like a sunflower to the afternoon light. you were his good girl, always his brightest flame. 

  “after this, i’ll treat you to something nice. unless you’re expecting to go multiple rounds.” he purred as he took off his shirt and threw it to the ground, then followed by his belt. as much as he’d love to tie you up with it tonight, he wanted nothing more to watch you bounce on his cock. 

  “then you better pay for more hours, remember i’m ‘studying’ tonight at the library.” you smiled as you unzipped his pants, “but if i do a good job, i’m expecting at least a ninety on that report.”

he tapped your nose with a long, slender finger, “then you better do your best. i’d hate to fail you and go through an entire new semester with me. just because you’re a whore for my cock doesn’t mean that i will go easy on you.” he took his hair out of the tie and let it drape at his shoulders and down his back. he laid back in the bed, “do what you do best.”

you nodded, “yes, sir.” you laid by his side on your stomach and got his cock out of his underwear. you noticed the cock piercing in the tip. you licked the metal and heard him shakily exhale. in such a short time you had become a pro at giving his head. and to think you were a virgin before you lost it to him.

but no worrying your pretty little head, you’ll never have another man ever again. 

you started to suck his cock, your hot mouth on his impressive length as you held onto his thigh for support. you tried to go as deep as possible, mindful of your gag reflex. geto’s large hand found it’s way in your hair and started to gently scrape your scalp.

  “good flame, good girl. just like that, you know what to do. i’ve trained you well.” moulded you into the perfect toy, the perfect woman. refined lie a sharp blade, sharp and deadly. but you’d never harm him. when you were alone, you melted in front of him. you were jelly legs and flushed cheeks. you’d make a fine bride. 

you made small noises as you sucked him off, using all your spit and your tongue to pleasure him. the small smacking of your mouth against his cock made him shudder. 

he felt woozy, almost intoxicated from your mouth. he exhaled through grit teeth as you continued to bob your head on his length. he swallowed back a moan as he felt the wash of pleasure come over him. the more you sucked him off, the hotter he became. hairs stuck to the back of his neck as he let out a small groan. 

  “good little flame, good girl. burn bright with my cock in your mouth.” he growled. oh, he has had fantasies about you riding him. stark naked. the squelching of your pussy as he tried to conduct his class. he’d love to humiliate you in front of your peers. the boys who you argued with in class over every little thing. 

he combed through your hair as you continued to pleasure him. he let out soft groans and grunts as you played with him. he felt the sensation of you holding onto his thigh as you tongue moved up and down him.

  “please, sir.” you said, “you’re amazing.” you panted, spit stuck to your chin as you once against took him in your mouth. determined to pleasure him. 

he adored his little flame, he loved having you under his lock and key. was he a jealous man? sometimes. but it all melted away when he saw your lust filled eyes staring up at him as you sucked his cock. 

what he’d give to take pictures of you and post them around. make sure no other man would ever want you. ensure you’d be his forever, call it a sick obsession. but he craved carnally for his flame. the idea of you riding some senior’s cock made his stomach twist in a sick rage. 

he gently stroked your cheek before he guided your head further down his cock. he grunted a little as he watched you with attentive yet lust filled eyes. a sick lust in his gut, a primal, carnal urge. he wanted to paint your insides with his cum, seed you and watch you grow round with his child. 

maybe he will fail you, so he can watch you with your pregnant belly try to get up the stairs of the auditorium. knowing all the while he did that to you, curl around you like a snake and make sure he’ll never let go.  

you let out a bunch of soft moans as you continued to pleasure him. lost in his own thoughts, his attention was briefly away from your sweet noises. such an eager learner. he brushed your hair with his fingers once more as he pleasure came over him in strong waves. 

  “that’s it.” he praised, “that’s a good girl. my good girl. you’re mine, right?” he tapped your spit slick chin.

out of breath and wet, you gazed up at him with your mouth hung open. ready to pleasure him again. “yes, sir. yes, suguru. only yours.” from an inferno to a small flame. he cared for you like you were on a matchstick, burning small yet bright. 

the pleasure became more intense as you started to play with the piercing with your tongue. his breathing stuttered as he felt the intensity of lust. soon enough he was tensing up and not long after he was shooting ropes of cum down your throat. as he came, he gripped your hair and shoved his cock to the back of your throat, ensuring you swallowed every last drop.

you pulled your head away and panted, cum stuck to the corner of your mouth which your wiped up with your tongue. your pussy was soaked, your rubbed your thighs together as you sat on your heels. your cunt felt sticky and needy.

geto noticed and sat up, trying to catch his breath as well. he admired your softness, your curves and gentle figure. his cock twitched as he admired you. he gave his cock a few strokes to your body. he grit his teeth for a moment as the over sensitive length became hard again. he then patted the other side of the bed with his free hand, “c’mere. lie down. i’m not smashing your head into the footboard, come settle on a pillow.”

you moved up the bed and laid your head on the soft pillows. geto could see you all spread out, your pussy glistening in the light. you moaned as he dragged his pointer finger across your clit. needy as always. and to think you tried to stand up to him. 

he chuckled to him, “how about elbows and knees, i want to fuck you deep.” mostly he didn’t want you to see the holes in the condom as he came inside of you. 

you sat up and kissed him on the mouth once more. your kisses dragged down his neck and to his toned chest. while you kissed his flesh, he reached out and played with you nipples. which only made you rub your thighs together more.

you two played, kissed and stroked each other for a while until geto pulled away, pushed the hair out of his eyes and put you on your stomach with your hips hitched up.

 “you look so precious like this.” he admitted, “like a gorgeous painting. stunning, perfect, ethereal.” he moved some of your hair off your sweaty neck, “an angel, in the midst of mortals. like nothing before or after.” he wanted nothing more than to devour you, consume you like the gods consumed the finest of the heavens. as he stoked your pussy with his hand, then tasted your sweet wetness, he knew he had to have you. 

he leaned off the bed, hand on your hip to steady himself. he quickly pulled the condom out of his wallet, noticing the small holes in the wrapper. he spent his lunch break poking holes with a small sewing needle he borrowed from the fashion department. steady hands of a craftsman as he poked through the condom like he was sewing a fine article of clothing. 

he crumbled the wrapped after he pulled the condom out, noticing the small holes in the material. he smirked to himself like the devil himself. he got back behind you and slid on the condom.

  “one day.” he said, “I want to go bare.”

you exhaled into the cotton of the pillowcase, “either i’ll have to be pregnant, desperate or i’ll have to get rid of my uterus.” 

he chuckled, “it’s not bad to have dreams.” his thoughts lingered of a roundness to your middle as he pushed his cock in your wet heat. his jaw tensed as he held onto your hips and slipped fully inside. his balls hitting your ass as he seated himself in you. 

 “fuck,” you said breathlessly. 

  “that’s it, little flame.” he said softly, “beautiful.” he started to move his hips, admiring you from behind as he let his mind wander to the sound of your soft moans. he was glad the walls in the love hotel were thick.

it was his sick obsession come to light. he was going to impregnate you. he’d fuck you in every dark corner of campus, or in every corner of his office if it meant you’d be round with his child. 

he licked his lips at the image of you, struggling so hard to support the weight of a child. trying to attend classes while pushing your ninth month. would you take any time off school? would you drop out? if you did he’d take care of you, no need to go to school. just be his precious little housewife, feed and have his babies. let your textbooks gather dust as you chase around his children.

he started to pick up the pace. he thought for a moment he could feel your bare walls through the holes of the condom, but that might have just been his imagination. 

your noises got louder, moans, groans, noises that got caught in your throat as he bullied his cock deep in you. he loved his angle, he wondered if he was just pounding at your cervix with the need like an animal in heat. 

he gripped your hair and yanked your head back to hear your growing moans. he growled, “does that feel good? do you like that?” he thrusted harder into you, “does my little flame like that?”

you nodded meekly as another moan left your lips.

  “no, no, no.” he grunted, “use your words. be a good girl and tell me, scream it if you have to.” 

  “fuck! fuck!” you shouted, “it feels so good.” your moan got caught in your throat as he slammed into you hard, “please suguru. it feels so good! you make me feel amazing, sir! more! more!” you were basically babbling as he continued to fuck you. 

  “that’s what i like to hear.” he smirked as he forced your head back into the pillows and fucked you like a man with a mission. 

you gasped and moaned against the pillows as the bed creaked. occasionally hitting the wall, he pushed his cock as deep as he could inside of you. he let the carnal urge out. 

  “you are mine, all mine.” he grunted, “you are mine to use and tame. to fuck as i pleased. i will spoil you till the end of my days, but i am never letting you go.” his voice was a low growl as he dug his nails into the meat of your hips.

  ‘yes! yes!” you shouted into the pillows as you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash over you. you came on his cock, soaking it in your wetness. glistening in the light. 

he licked his lips as his cock twitched inside of you, feeling you orgasm. he kept up the brutal pace, eventually grabbing your arms for better leverage and holding you back as he fucked you. 

your head lifted from the pillow, you were a panting, moaning mess. your sweat covered neck and temples from the heat of the room. the sound of two bodies hitting together in passionate love making. 

geto groaned as he felt closer to his own orgasm. he managed to pull a few more out of you, milking you for everything you were worth. he marvelled in your loud moans and almost screams in pleasure. 

he collided your face back into the pillows and kept you there as he fucked you rapidly. his breath coming out in short pants as he raised his hip to get. abetter angle of fucking you. 

  “that’s it. that’s it. that’s a good girl.” he purred. 

with a few more hard thrusts he finished inside of you, praying to any god that he got you pregnant. if not he’d just have to try again, and again, and again until it finally took. 

when he finally came you relaxed on the bed, deflated against the soft linens. your pussy spasmed around his cock as he shot his cum deep inside of you. when he pulled out he dropped into a sit with his legs wide. 

what he didn’t expect was for you to gently move yourself onto his lap an drop yourself onto his hard cock once more. not even noticing the leftover cum leaking out of the used condom.

  “it’s okay.” you said, “you can use a condom twice.”

geto thought to himself that sex education really wasn’t what it used to be. but smiled and relaxed against the foot of the bed, “well, i guess you’re right. now come on now, ride me.”

you two stayed at the hotel till around two in the morning, reusing the same condom around five times. but geto wasn’t going to complain, he happily pushed his cum further and further inside of you as you were blissfully unaware. 

and as he watched you walk off to the train station with a slight wobble in your step. he licked his lips. time went on a normal, careful grazes, moments of affection between classes. 

but then about three weeks later. while geto sat in his office enjoy a fine glass of whiskey. he received a text from you. after weeks of fucking you he finally got his confirmation. 

  “we need to talk.” is all it said with a picture of two positive pregnancy tests. 

he chuckled to himself, happy as can be. his little inferno had now become a pregnant flame. but don’t worry, he wasn’t going anywhere. and neither were you. 

-------------- xoxo, bunny

#getou suguru x you #geto x you #getou suguru x y/n #geto smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #geto x reader #getou smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #pregnant reader #college au

[gingiesworld]

Family is Forever

Chapter Two

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst

Taglist: @fxckmiup @ginnsbaker @gb12d @angrywhisperslove @louxbloom @casquinhaa

18+ MINORS DNI

The night was just as hard for Wanda and the twins. Although the two had broke it to the boys softly. Both Billy and Tommy couldn't really sleep either, so they both soon joined Wanda in her bed. As Wanda lay on her back, staring at the ceiling as the soft snores filled the room.

The next morning was just as tiring, even after the twins had gotten on the bus, Natasha had popped over to see her best friend.

"Are you ok?" She asked Wanda who just chuckled dryly.

"Y/N and I are getting a divorce." She told her.

"What did they do?" Natasha questioned as she approached her.

"Nothing." Wanda told her honestly. "It's just, I still love them but I." She turned to face her. "I hurt too damn much even now because they aren't here. They do everything that a parent does for the twins, makes time for their games and competitions but then there is no time for us."

"Did you try and talk to them before you decided to do this?" Nat asked her as she shrugged.

"It wouldn't have made a difference." Wanda whispered with tears in her eyes. "This is what's best for us."

"Where are they staying now?" She asked as Wanda picked up the towel  again.

"Bucky's just until they find an apartment nearby." She informed her. "I just miss who we used to be, when we were in college before the twins."

"We can't go back Wan." Nat told her sadly as Wanda nodded.

"I know, believe me." She gave her a sad smile. "I just, before the twins we were ok and we even graduated college before they were born, but I just wish that we maybe never got pregnant at such a young age because they threw themselves straight into work to provide for us."

"Well babies and hospital bills are pretty expensive." Nat reasoned as Wanda nodded.

"Yeah, not to mention buying a house." Wanda scoffed.

"What?" Nat was shocked.

"They never even discussed it with me when they bought this house. I thought we were renting it all of these years but they bought it." She told her friend.

"That's amazing Wanda." Nat beamed. "You don't have to worry about losing your home."

"I know." Wanda sighed. "I'm not angry that they did this, I guess I just wanted to have more of them than I got."

"I know Wanda, but this could be the best thing for the four of you." Nat reassured her.

"Thank you for being here Nat." Wanda whispered as Nat wrapped her arms around her. Holding her as she sobbed.

She wondered how she was going to tell her parents about the divorce. She was worried on their views since they both loved Y/N and knew they would be perfect for their little girl. But she never had to worry as Y/N had already took it upon themselves to tell the in laws.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Mrs Maximoff beamed as she ushered them inside.

"I just need to talk to the both of you since Wanda is probably going insane wondering how she is going to tell you." They told the two of them. "We are getting a divorce."

"What?" Oleg boomed as Y/N took a deep breath.

"I am still very much in love with her but I took her forgranted." They told them. "Since the boys were born, I threw myself straight into work and we never really had time to be us."

"Well, raising and providing for a family is a struggle." Oleg stated as Iryna held his hand.

"It is a struggle." Y/N admitted. "I guess I just lost touch in who we were as a couple and Wanda isn't happy and she is set in this decision because as much as I could say it would change and fight for the marriage, I know that would be a lie because of my job and if I were to cut back, we would lose money and the boys college funds won't increase vastly either."

"The boys will be ok for now." Iryna told them as they shook their head.

"I don't want them to have to go to community college. I want them to choose the best colleges for their dream jobs." Y/N told them both. "I also have another fund for Wanda to decide with what she wants to do with it. She can open up a shop, cafe or a bakery. I just want her to be happy and if I am not the one making her happy, I would happily step aside so she can be."

"You are a good kid." Oleg stated as he sat forward. "You always have been and you are perfect for Wanda. Maybe a separation would be best?"

"No, she has her heart set on divorce." They told them. "I just wanted to tell you because I know she will worry about this, especially since she needs you both now more than ever." With that, Y/N bid their goodbyes and left the two.

As Monday fast approached and Y/N had took the day to look at some apartments. Soon falling for a two bedroom only 10 minutes away from the house. Already deciding on taking it, they seen a message from Wanda.

'We need to talk'

Once they had made an appointment to sign the lease and get the keys, they made their way towards the house. Taking a deep breath as they knocked on the door.

"You don't have to knock." Wanda told them as she let them inside.

"I don't live here Wanda so yes I do." They told her firmly. "This is your home." Those words hit Wanda like an 18 wheeler as she poured some coffee.

"I guess so." She handed them their cup before she pursed her lips, leaning on the counter as she kept a lot of distance between the two. "Why did you tell my parents?" She questioned.

"I knew you would worry about their reaction." They answered her honestly. "I just told them the truth about it all and they want to be there for you and the boys Wanda."

"But I should have told them." She told them sternly as Y/N sighed.

"Wanda, if I can't do this something for you, take the stress off of you for once then what type of person am I?" They questioned as they stepped closer. "I know we aren't together but I still want to make sure you aren't stressed and you're ok, because that's all I will ever want."

"Ok." She whispered as she moved back. "I just, I was caught off guard by it." She looked up into their eyes before speaking once more. "Then who is going to be there for you through this?"

"I will be fine." They told her. "I always am." They stepped away from her as they played with their fingers, picking the skin on their cuticles. "I guess I will head out and I will see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you tomorrow." Wanda whispered as she took a deep breath.

Closing her eyes as she heard the door close once more. Her heart was breaking at this moment as she knew there was no coming back from this.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

[strawburry01]

That's Not Me

Summary: Reader and Angus listen to your record collection and bond over music and parent problems (it's not very deep)

word count: 2k

Authors Note: this is actually the first stuff I've ever put on tumblr and I've currently been working on this as I'm insanely doped up on wisdom teeth painkillers so sorry if it reads weird. I'm trying to start writing more in general n shit so you have any weirdly niche or specific scenarios or desires pls just shout em out (i see you, you're valid). ALSO: Walk with me here, you're telling me Angus Tully wouldn't be a big fan of the Beach Boys? I know this sad ass mfer would eat Pet Sounds up. It's a short album, do yourself a favor n listen to it (or at least check out the songs I took the blrubs from for this) cause it's some GOOD STUFF. That's all.

You stood over the lone dresser in your room. Your prized possession of a small record player balanced precariously on top of it with your stack of records spread out across the rest of the top. You’d been collecting records even since your first year at St. Mary’s, despite the rules against it that the sisters there tried to enforce at every opportunity.

But they had left you here, alone, at Barton so it’s not like they could complain about it now. Nobody was even here besides you, that odd Professor Hunham, the sweet chef Mary, and that Angus Tully boy. It had been a few days since the rest of the boys had been picked up in a helicopter, leaving the four of you to the echoing halls of the empty school. 

You plucked the new Fleetwood Mac album out of your pile and slipped it onto the turntable before placing the needle gently down onto the black vinyl. Stevie Nick’s smooth vocals began to tinny out of the small record as you tapped your foot to the song as you continued to rifle through your stack of records. 

Your parents had left you to stay at St. Mary’s for break as they were stuck on some business venture in Germany. A pro of these trips, they funded your buying habits in exchange for your passive agreement when it came to these sorts of holidays. You missed the days when you were so young they had to just drag you along everywhere they went. You felt like a real family then. Now it just felt like you were a burden to them- another person for them to give their money to. 

“Where’d you get that?” a voice asked from the doorway, startling you out of your thoughts. You quickly swing to the doorway, still gripping the empty sleeve of Fleetwood Mac. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it was just the lanky figure of Angus, eyeing you with his arms folded. 

“Ever heard of knocking, ya’ prick?” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned back to the music.

“Where’d you get the record player?” he asked again, taking a step into the room. You shrug, keeping your focus on the records and not Angus deciding to invite himself in.

“I stole it from the confiscation closet at St. Mary’s”.

“Really?” he said in shock, almost impressed.

“No, of course I bought it you weirdo” you laughed. He looked much less impressed. “I bought the record player with my own money from working at the pool over the summer, but my parents have given me money for most of these records” you explain, gesturing to the stack. Angus took a spot right next to you, his air of cigarettes and old book pages wafting by you. He stands silently as he begins looking at each record. For him previously having taken every chance for a smart-ass comment at your expense, his silence was a welcome change. For a few minutes the two of you just stood, side by side, flipping over albums and making hums of approval.

“You have Pet Sounds!” Angus said, perking up, as he picked up The Beach Boys album. You can’t help but look over at him. The corners of his mouth are actually pricked up for once, like he’s actually happy.

“You like the Beach Boys?” you asked. He glances over in your direction with his big brown eyes with an incredulous eyebrow raised, in disbelief you would question such things. You can’t help but feel your stomach flip. Honestly how dare someone so annoying be graced with such eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I? They’re really good” he said as he turned back to the album, “d’ya think you can play it?” he asked as he handed it over. You take the album and slide the vinyl out as you place it onto the tabletop. Angus takes a seat at the foot of your bed, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

“Make yourself at home” you sarcastically said as you started the record, before leaning against the dresser, facing the bed. He laughs.

“Such a generous host” he quips as Wouldn’t it Be Nice starts playing from the album. The song seems to zone him out as he stares into the wall behind you, gently nodding along to the music. 

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long

“What are you still doing up?” you ask, breaking him out of his trance. It was almost midnight, and Hunham would certainly kill you both if he caught wind of you two conspiring. 

“What are you still doing up?” Angus retorted, “it’s not very St. Mary’s of you to be up late listening to such devilish music” he mocked, waggling his fingers in the air for effect. You can’t help but laugh. He loved acting like your hijinks were an act against God ever since you’d been moved over for the break, all just because you went to St. Mary’s. 

“Oh please, the sisters have started praying for my ears because I listen to anything with a guitar,” you say as you swat at him. “They found my single Johnny Cash album and made me clean the dishes for a week to learn…something”. Angus snorted at that and shook his head as the next song faded in from the speakers.

“How have you not gotten kicked out yet?” he asked, “it seems like you just hate it there”. You half heartedly shrug and sit on the corner of the bed he isn’t occupying, your legs graze each other before he quickly moves it closer to his side. You’d be lying if you said your breath didn’t catch in your throat a little. It was a weird experience- being stuck in such close quarters with someone for about a week now. You had both started throwing crumpled up notes to each other during the mandatory class/detention time Hunham prescribed to you both. Most of the notes were just complaining about the situation, how cold it was, how bad Hunham smelled, how hungry you were, how much you wished you were both anywhere else. You drew Angus back a beautiful stick-figure masterpiece of the two of you laying on a beach, although he got pretty mad at how dramatically messy you’d made his hair.

 He would never admit it, but he kept it and used it as a bookmark. 

“I do hate it, but my parents have moved heaven ‘n hell to keep me there, so I’ve kind of just given up on getting out” you said as you looked down at your feet, swinging back and forth above the floor. He silently nodded, sitting with it for a moment before adding.

“My parents are just waiting for me to mess up so they can send me away” he said quietly, suddenly having a vulnerable air about him. He’d never brought this up before to you. Sure he was a bit of a prick, but he didn’t deserve to get sent off to another school just for being annoying sometimes. He balled his fist in an anxious tic on his knee, and before you can stop yourself, your hand is on top of his fist to try and calm him, or be there for him, or just show him he’s not alone, or maybe you did just secretly want to hold his hand, somewhere deep down.

“It’ll be okay” you respond back, softly. You both freeze at your hand resting on top of his. Everything goes silent except Brian Wilson’s voice coming from the record.

Being here with you feels so right, We could live forever tonight, Let's not think about tomorrow

He slowly unfurls his fist and gently begins to entwine his fingers with yours, his hands are warm, and vaguely shaky, like he’s ready for you to pull away at a moment's notice and act like this was all him imagining it. You wait a second before you gently lean your head onto his shoulder, the scent of cigarettes strong from his jacket, and you can hear him inhale sharply before realizing you’re not leaving. 

“You don’t have to pity me y’know. I’m an asshole to everyone, I get what I deserve”

“Shut up Angus”

“Okay” he said with a small laugh as he absentmindedly moved his thumb back and forth on your hand for a while before breaking the silence, “d’ya want to, uhm,-” he says before tripping on his words and going silent again. You can’t help but laugh at him getting stuck on his words, truly a first for him. You nudge your head so you’re looking up at him from his shoulder. He stares intently ahead, as if avoiding your eyes. 

“Want to what? Kiss? Do I really have you this nervous?” you tease him which draws a quick reaction from him. He glares down at you before his face softens and he looks away again. 

“So what if you did” he scoffs and suddenly stands, letting your hand go as he heads to the door. 

“Angus wait I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that-” you say, starting to apologize and follow after him as you stand up. The record skips with an unfortunate scratch before continuing to play. You grab the cuff of his jacket before he can leave.

They say I got brains but they ain't doing me no good, I wish they could

“Angus wait-” you say as you try to pull him back. He turns and suddenly your face is in his hands and his lips are on yours. Before you can react he pulls back and lets you go, leaving him standing in front of you, waiting for your move. 

“I’m going now” he says before turning again to leave the room, acting as if he didn’t just kiss you. You slide by him and slam the door in front of him before he can actually leave. Your back props the door shut as you face him, holding out an accusatory finger.

“No- you’re not just going to kiss me and leave and act like you didn’t just do that” you say, feigning some sense of authority as you look up at him, your finger in his face. His lips twinge upwards again before he goes serious again.

“Should I not have?” he asks, “you were the one who put the idea in my head” he said with a smirk. You jab your accusatory finger closer to his face as you try not to knee him in the crotch right then and there. 

You open your mouth to reply, but before any noise can come out there’s a knock on the door.

“Miss? Everything alright in there?” Hunham asks from the other side of the door. While you stare at Angus in petrified horror for the next few minutes, he can’t help but look rather satisfied with himself. 

“Oh everything’s just fine professor, thanks for your concern!” you answer back, faking a cheerful tone as your eyes never leave Angus’s face, who is failing to conceal his laughing behind his hand, watching you struggle to maintain your cool.

“Mr. Tully doesn’t happen to be in there with you, is he? I noticed his room was empty,” Hunham adds through the door. You stare at Angus’s dumb smirk on his face, scrunched to the side of his face, with his stupid brown eyes looking down at you with a mix of attraction, humor, and misfortune. You grab his jacket collar and pull his face to your level, before swiftly kissing him with the fervor only someone knowing how much trouble they’ll be in for doing so could have. You quickly let go of his jacket and swiftly nudge him back before looking his speechless figure up and down and swinging open the door. 

You fake a large toothy smile for Hunham as you hold your hands in front of you, mustering up any energy you had left for the performance of a lifetime.

“Just showing him my record collection sir. I didn’t realize the Barton boys had such a passion for the music arts” you say, looking over at Angus from over your shoulder to see if he was going to be any help in this. He of course wasn’t and just stayed quiet as he brushed past you to the hallway with Hunham.

“A lovely collection” he murmured in the hallway as he finally made eye contact with you from behind Hunham who shakes his head and sighs.

“I wish you two wouldn’t be slamming doors at midnight, but the music arts is an exciting and important endeavor. Off to bed though, say your goodnights,” he said, as he elbowed Angus, certainly not letting the two of them alone again.

“Night” Angus tells you with his smirk, putting his hands back into his pockets. 

“Goodnight Angus, perhaps we can continue our conversation later tomorrow” you say, leaning against the doorframe with your own smirk looking back at him. Hunham tuts Angus back down the hall but not before he quickly winks at you, and you can only laugh at it all.

#angus tully #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #dominic sessa x reader #the holdovers #AUWherePetSoundsIsRealeased5YearsEarlier

[fayrobertsuk]

Poetry for ALL

Some personal anecdotes and a plea follow...

As quite a few of you know, I’ve been engaged in disability awareness and rights campaigning and other work since sometime in the 90s, so when I was given an opportunity to support and host an event dedicated to making performance poetry as accessible as possible in 2018, I jumped on it.

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Poetry for All is the brainchild (and heartchild, and soulchild) of Rose Drew, who I first met through one of Richard Tyrone Jones’s Utter events in London. She’s an extraordinary writer and performer, and a powerhouse of an events host and organiser. Within about 30 seconds of watching her on stage, I knew I wanted to be like her when I grew up as an artist. When she got in touch three years later to ask if I’d like to help out with what turned out to be the inaugural event, I threw myself into providing as much support as possible with enthusiastic abandon, and we pulled together a line-up which included the extraordinary performers Raymond Antrobus and DL Williams (“DeafFirefly”), both of whom I’d performed with before and was keen to see again. 

Now, there’s a whole section on our new website about the history of the events where you can read the facts, but I want to say here that, personally, that first event in March 2018 (coincidentally on my birthday!) was an absolute eye-opener – seeing how poetry events could expand and develop the ideal of accessibility in ways I hadn’t considered. It was also extremely inspirational as I realised that, well, I was allowed to write about my disabilities. Seeing and hearing artist after artist sharing so much and so eloquently unlocked something in me that I didn’t even know I’d been repressing:

I’m allowed to be an openly disabled poet. I’m allowed to express my neurodivergence. I can tell my truth. 😱🤯

Bit of a culture-shock, but I owe so much to the poets and to Rose (and to Dave Wycherley, BSL interpreter extraordinaire – that’s a hard and physically/ mentally taxing job as it is, but to do that with poetry? on the fly?! breathtaking...) for helping me get to that starting point, knocking down the walls of my own internalised ableism.

So, apart from a paean to self-expression and why representation and finding tribe matters, and a screed of gratitude for new friends made and old friendships strengthened through the course of these events, why am I writing this? What’s with the hashtag? “Plea...?”

Well, so far, since you ask, all of our events have had local funding in York, where they’ve taken place exclusively so far. Rose applied for Arts Council England funding for this and next year for a tour comprising several venues and a host more disabled artists and BSL interpreters from various parts of the UK (all getting paid properly!), but we found out last week that we’d not got the money. Any of it. So our forthcoming event on 24th November in the gorgeous National Centre for Early Music is in jeopardy and, since the thought of Rose (herself a disabled artist on low wages) having to pay for this out of her own pocket was not to be supported, I threw myself at a plan of creating a (somewhat last-minute) Crowdfunder, so that we can at least pay for the venue, the artists’ and interpreters’ fees, the travel and accommodation expenses of those of us coming from out of town, and the costs of producing merchandise to sell. We’ll be producing an anthology in print and ebook form, as a joint publication between indie publishers Stairwell Books and Allographic Press. And, if we exceed our funding goal, there’ll be video and audio available of the event to boot!

We’ve created a frankly very exciting range of pledge rewards for people wanting to support us (all the way from £1 and £2 options, since money is tight, especially for disabled folk, right now, to more chunky ones like private mentoring, workshops, and a publishing package), and we’ve got three weeks(!) to raise our £1,500 to cover the shortfall from ticket and merch sales. Eeep! So, if you’re able to and would like to help us, we’d be ever so grateful. The campaign is here:

https://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/p/poetry-for-all-2023-fundraiser

And if you have absolutely no funds to share with us at all, we’d be incredibly grateful if you shared on social media, with friends, on blogs, all of that!

Thanks for reading all this, and have a great day!

#fay speaks #image #image description #disability #disability awareness #accessibility #fundraiser #crowdfunder #poetry for all #I am going to be posting about this a LOT! #accessible events #accessibility matters #respresentation matters #fundraising

[ereana]

Alhaitham x Cyno - You don't have to be strong all the time

Alhaitham pauses when he sees Cyno’s name written at the top of the paper, an odd occurrence for the Acting Grand Sage, but it quickly passes as he scans the rest of the document. One of his assistants mutters something about a budget request for a new joint project between the Vahumana and Kshahrewar darshans but Alhaitham pays him no mind. For one thing the project is still in the planning stage and lacks far too many details to make an accurate estimate for funding. For another Cyno has returned to the city which is far more important than anything the man nervously wringing his hands together — whose name is on the budget proposal Alhaitham plans to reject — has to say to him.

He reaches the end of the report and immediately rises from his chair.

“I’m heading out, I’ll be back in an hour and do not send anyone after me unless you want the next four weeks of research topic proposals to be rejected out of hand.” He says firmly, already heading for the elevator. Shocked protesting follows in his wake but he pays it no mind.

Speed had been sacrificed for safety when the elevator was built and while Alhaitham would usually understand the purpose of such a trade off, today he bristles with impatience at the sluggish descent.

There are a few murmurs at his appearance in the library when he strides towards the exit but no-one raises a hand or voice to stop him. Not that they would be successful in any case. They are inconsequential.

His feet start to walk a familiar path and he takes the time to run over the more concerning details of the report.

Cyno had returned to Sumeru City two hours ago — he hadn’t personally come to let Alhaitham know he was back.

The General Mahamatra had suffered a light injury and was advised to seek aid at the Bimarstan — advised was nor ordered and there was no accompanying admission note. Cyno hated going to the Bimarstan and would have chosen to tend to his own wounds if no-one had ordered him to go.

There had been casualties on the mission.

Alhaitham speeds up as he steps on to one of the thickest branches of the Divine Tree. With a few well placed flickers and teleports it doesn’t take him long to ascend high above the rest of the city. 

A dusk bird squawks in indignation when he lands perilously close to its nest but he ignores it, looking left and right for any sign of his lover.

Green. Brown. Yellow. But no flash of comforting purple.

Not until he reaches the very top. 

Cyno doesn’t move from his spot when Alhaitham lands next to him. One leg swings down off the branch while the other is bent at the knee and serves as a resting place for his hands. Alhaitham eyes the bandages around Cyno’s waist with obvious distaste but says nothing as he sits down beside Cyno.

Their shoulders press together and he feels the knot of worry in his chest unwind now that Cyno has returned home, returned to him.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to the rolls of bandages by Cyno’s side.

Cyno says nothing, merely bites his lip and nods stiffly. 

Alhaitham gets to work. They’ve done this dance plenty of times before and his touch is steady as he checks Cyno’s wounds. He frowns at the signs of haste, they speak of a carelessness that makes his heart ache. Cyno refuses to treat himself as gently as he deserves so Alhaitham has taken it upon himself to do so instead.

“I read the report.” He says, carefully adjusting blood-soaked bandages. “And I know what you’re thinking.”

Cyno stays silent but his shoulders hitch high with tension.

Alhaitham kisses the side of his neck, breathing in the scent of ozone that clings to Cyno’s skin. He’d missed it these past few days. Cyno lets out a shuddering breath.

“Of course you do.” He mutters angrily, gaze still fixed on the horizon. 

Most people would take offense at the snappish tone but Alhaitham is not most people. He takes Cyno’s hand in his own and squeezes it tightly.

“You performed admirably, as usual. There was no fault in your method or your approach to the mission. What happened to the criminal was due to his own mistakes, not yours.” Alhaitham says, using their shared grip to maneuver Cyno onto his lap.

Cyno lets him, a good sign that speaks more to his true feelings than his sharp words. His General remains stiff for a few moments before collapsing back into Alhaitham’s chest.

“Maybe.” He admits quietly. “But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dead. Whatever my own feelings on the matter—.”

Too kind. Alhaitham thinks. Too generous for a worthless scholar who had sunk so low as to kidnap children for his ‘great work’. 

—they’ll use this as an excuse to go after me, to go after you for supporting me so openly. I can’t be seen as weak.” 

There was no need to say who they were. Azar had been in power for many years and the rot he’d inflicted on the Akademiya was proving difficult to clean out.

“Is that why you didn’t go to the Bimarstan?” Alhaitham asks quietly, setting his chin on Cyno’s shoulder and holding him tightly. “To not appear weak?”

Cyno grunts, which is answer enough.

Alhaitham closes his eyes and not for the first time wishes that Lord Kusanali had been harsher in her punishment of the former sages.

“Listen to me.” He whispers against Cyno’s ear. “You are the best man I have ever known and there is nothing those fools can do that will harm you. I’d say what would happen if they dared try but I fear the General Mahamatra may need to take me into custody for threatening violence against a colleague.”

That earns him a weak chuckle as Cyno tilts his head to the side granting Alhaitham access to his neck once more. He duly obliges and presses another kiss to Cyno’s pulse.

“But you don’t have to be strong all the time.” He says decisively. Silencing Cyno’s protestations with a squeeze around his waist, soft enough to not disturb his injury. “Not with me. Not when it’s just the two of us. I don’t need you to be strong all the time. What I need is for you to come back to me no matter what state you’re in. So that I can hold you like this and know you’re alive and here with me and I can remind you that there is nothing you could do that would make me stop loving you.”

Cyno’s gasp fills Alhaitham’s ears, crumbling at last. But it’s fine because Alhaitham will hold all the pieces until Cyno is ready to put himself back together again.

#genshin impact #haino #cytham #alhaitham #cyno #my writing #my genshin otp

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 14

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Bruce was going to regret coming to the watchtower today, he could tell. He could already feel the headache coming on.

"Okay, okay, next round! Fuck, marry, kill, billionaires who aren't total assholes! Michael Holt, Simon Stagg, and Bruce Wayne, I'll go first!"

Today's meeting was listed as team bonding. Playing preteen girl games was not what he'd had in mind.

"Oh you know I have to go with fuck Bruce Wayne, I mean, have you seen that man? He makes himbo look hot—"

Dick's not-so-silent laughter from his spot next to Bruce was not helping things in the least. If he didn't love his son as much as he did, and if he wasn't 100% sure Cass and Damian would murder him in his sleep if he did, he would have silenced his oldest one way or another after the third time he nearly fell out of his chair from laughing so hard.

"I'd have to say fuck Holt, marry Wayne, and kill Stagg, Lois would kill me if I said otherwise," Clark answered thoughtfully, though the smirk he was failing to hide bellied his amusement at the entire situation.

I should have kept the lead lining in the cowl, Bruce thought darkly as he fought not to glare at the Man of Steel while Dick finally succeeded in falling off his chair. The rest of the League, sadly, were already used to Nightwing's eccentricities and gamely continued on as they were.

"—marry Bruce Wayne so I can seduce his fortune from him—"

The Dark Knight had to exercise his iron self control to keep himself from groaning out loud at that comment. Please, for the love of Alfred, will someone pick to kill me?

"I honestly can't decide if I'd want to fuck Brucie or marry him more, they both have their advantages—"

Finally, it was his son's turn, and Bruce's dread grew by leaps and bounds. He knew that grin. He knew Dick was a full grown adult, but the urge to ground him had never been so strong and the younger man hadn't even opened his mouth yet.

"For reasons I will not be disclosing at this time but might possibly include the nickname potentials, I would fuck Mike, marry Brucie, and kill Simon. Thank you for coming to my TED talk!"

And then it was his turn. Bruce shot his son a Look, before turning to the rest of the League. Pretty much everyone else had gone already, and the urge to decline participating in this round was strong, very strong, but then Hal Jordan opened his mouth and issued a challenge. And if there was one thing raising so many kids had instilled in him, it was the inability to back down from a challenge.

"So, tall, dark, and scary, what'll it be? Are you going to marry Bruce Wayne so he can fund all of your sick gadgets, seduce his money from him like Plastic Man? Maybe you'll be a gentle lover to him like Aquaman here. Or maybe Brucie is the one person in the world you break your code for. Come on, what d'ya got for us?"

And Bruce—Bruce thinks about it. It's been years since he first joined the League, he's gone on countless missions with these men and women, trusted them to watch his son's back when he couldn't, and he finds his decision already made for him. Plus, there's another thing raising so many kids had given him—comedic timing. Discreetly checking to see if Dick was still recording, even after his mishap with the physics of sitting on a chair properly, Bruce turned to stare the Lantern down.

"Jordan, I have no desire to fuck, marry, or kill Bruce Wayne, either literally or figuratively."

Bruce could see the protests forming at the tip of the pilot's tongue. Clark diligently tried to suppress his own laughter while Dick was staring at Bruce in amazed glee. Before Hal could properly express his protests, Bruce reached up and removed his cowl, working his hand through his sweaty hair in annoyance before turning a deadpan look on the man, one eyebrow raised in a pale imitation of Alfred's Look.

"I trust you can understand why?"

As the collective members of the Justice League burst into shocked screeches of denial and protest, with Clark's warm chuckles and Dick's own roaring laughter acting as counterpoints to the background noise, Bruce couldn't help but smirk. He still felt a headache coming on, now from the noise rather than from the meeting itself, but overall, he can't say he regretted how it had turned out.

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So this one came from a pin I saw on Pinterest, which I sadly have not been able to find the original Tumblr thread for, about the League playing fuck, marry, kill with pre-identity-reveal!Bruce lol I read it out loud to my boyfriend, who ended up laughing as hard as I was, and he told me I should write it, so I did! ^⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠^ If anyone wants to send me a link to the original thread so I can link it here, that'd be amazing, cuz I want to properly credit the people who inspired me to write this in the first place (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Also, I feel like I've been saying this a lot recently, but I apologize for not posting yesterday, I had a really long and fun day out with my boyfriend and ended up having neither the time nor the desire to write anything by the time we got back home ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠⊙⁠_⁠ʖ⁠⊙⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ before he flew out here, I hadn't seen him in a month, and before that, it had been almost a year, so I'm making the most of the time I have with him (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）I don't think that's too much to ask for, but I also feel horrible about not writing and posting as much as I initially wanted to this month. I figure, by explaining myself to y'all, it might make it easier to convince myself it's truly okay to take time for myself and my boyfriend, y'know? 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠ʖ̯⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ that's the hope, anyway lol

Have a good morning/day/night, everyone!

#batman #dc comics #justice league #pre identity reveal!Bruce #crack fic #fanfiction #Nightwing is part of the Justice League #the only people in the league who know Bruce's identity are Dick and Clark #batman au #rated m for language #i dropped a lot of f bombs in this one #haha oops #sorry about that #fanfic #Michael Holt is a real DC character #so is Simon Stagg #i know next to nothing about them though #camp nanowrimo 2023 #camp nano 2023 day 14

[loveharlow]

ONE - "FRIENDS"

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS; [2.6k] The Pogues leave the comfort of their island and travel onto another. An all-expenses paid trip, courtesy of Ward Cameron's parental guilt fund. Exhausted and aching from the compact plane seats, they've reached their destination. Welcome to Orlando, pogues.

CHAPTER WARNING(S); swearing, a tad bit slow because this is the first chapter but it's still cute

A/N; So I promise this idea came out of nowhere but I'm so in love with it like when I say I did the entire planning for this in a couple hours I mean it. It's angsty and cheesy and exactly what I wanted so I hope you like it!

series masterlist. jj masterlist.

A WEEK EARLIER…

“Guys! Guys! You will not believe what just happened.” shouts a giddy Sarah, practically skipping into the Chateau with a bright smile on her face. Her eyes are lit up like a kid with a sugar rush and she’s basically bursting through the front door, plopping down beside her boyfriend on the couch.

We were just sitting around seeing as we hadn’t had much to do since we’d all graduated last week.

“We’re going to Florida.” Sarah gushed, the smile never leaving her features. However, JJ snorted, everyone turning to him with raised eyebrows but we were just as confused.

“Yeah and I was the first person to walk on the moon.” He mocked. Sarah’s face fell and I plucked his arm, muttering ‘don’t be a dick’. 

“I’m being serious.” Sarah said a little sadly.

“Sarah, we can barely afford a ferry to the Mainland. What makes you think we could afford to go to Florida?” John B quipped.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the plane tickets my dad bought for all of us to go there next week.” She said in a teasing tone, pretending to look at her nails. All of our eyes went wide. It was a shocked silence that filled the small space until Kie spoke up, visible bafflement written across her face.

“Why would Ward Cameron pay for us to go on a trip?....What does he want?” She was met with hums of agreement and Sarah’s triumphant smile accompanied by a small giggle.

“He doesn't want anything. I think he feels bad about how he treated John B when we first got together. More specifically, I shut him out since he treated you guys like shit and he thinks money is the solution to everything. He also says it’s a graduation gift. Look,” She pulls out her phone from the back pocket of her shorts.

She scrolls and taps for a minute or so then turns her phone around for the rest of us to see. “-six economy tickets from the Outer Banks to Orlando. Believe me now?” She questions cockily.

We stare at the screen, murmurs of ‘holy shit’ echoing out around the room. 

“No first class?” John B asks.

Sarah snorts and puts her phone away. “He doesn’t feel that bad.”

PRESENT…

“Attention passengers, the seatbelt sign is now off and the plane has landed. Be mindful of passengers when retrieving your belongings from the overhead bins. Welcome to Orlando.”

Rubbing my eyes, I lifted my head from JJ’s shoulder. It was him, Pope, and myself in a row—Pope begging for the window seat to take pictures and JJ giving it to him without a fight, taking the seat closest to the aisle and leaving me in the middle. He may not want to admit it but it was easy to see the way he tensed when the plane took off, roughly swaying us back and forth as it gained speed to take off. 

He relaxed halfway there, though. I connected to the plane's wifi and turned on one of the free movies, even though I ended up dozing off.

Passengers were gathering their things and shuffling through the narrow aisle as we waited for a while until we could get up comfortably and grab our own. Once there were less people crowding the cabin, we unbuckled ourselves and stood up with groans, the seats causing mild discomfort. 

We grabbed our bags from the bins, my bag a bit heavier than I recall, almost causing it to hit me in the head before JJ’s hand shot out. “I told you the bag was heavy.” He reprimanded, lowering my small duffel bag and handing it to me. I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I got it.”

He playfully glared at me before lightly pushing my shoulder. “Get off the plane, you brat. This cabin is too small, it’s making me nauseous.”

I laughed but walked up, following behind the other half of our group that was walking in front of me. “Correct me if I’m wrong but is JJ Maybank scared of planes?”

“Yeah, right-” He deflected, exiting the cabin behind me with Pope following behind him sleepily, wishing the attendants a farewell. “Never. But nobody wants to sit in this ice box all day.” He retorted, now walking beside me as we walked up the ramp that connected the actual airport and the plane.

“You have a point. It was so fucking cold.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” He chuckled. “Don’t think I didn’t notice when you slipped off your crocs and wrapped your cold ass feet around my ankle.”

My jaw dropped slightly as I felt a heat rush to my cheeks. It was something I had done almost subconsciously, noting how warm he was during the flight as I laid my head on his shoulder. I had just kicked off my crocs and pushed them under my seat with my heel and wrapped them around his leg. “I didn’t think you would mind.”

“I didn’t.” He winked. I scoffed and walked slightly ahead of him seeing as we fell behind the group a bit.

“C’mon, I want coffee and a cookie.” I urged him to catch up with myself and the group.

OUR GROUP HAD SPLIT, SORT OF. Kie and I were standing in the small line at a coffee shop in the airport while everyone else was at baggage claim. It wasn’t too long but there was still a wait. It was about a quarter past 3 pm so people weren’t really craving coffee at the moment. The other stops like pizza and sandwiches had a pretty decent wait, though.

“Did JJ and Pope want anything?” Kie inquired.

“Pope just wanted water and JJ wanted tea.” She just nodded and moved up in the line.

“So…” She started. She looked like she would explode if she didn’t ask whatever was on her mind so I turned to her with questioning eyes and motioned for her to ask her question. “You’re sharing a room with JJ. How do you feel?” She sang with a kiddie-ish smile on her face, grabbing my arm and shaking it a bit, causing my own smile to form.

“It’s not that big of a deal, Kie. It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before.” I replied, slightly awkward. It was as clear as day to see that I had a crush on JJ. We’re best friends and we have been since elementary school. He made me feel things that no one ever has. No friend, no boyfriend. It was like my heart beat a certain way just for him. 

A way that made my head spin and my mind go blank. And up until about a year ago, I was convinced that best friends was all we’d ever be. For context, JJ had kissed me at a kegger almost a year ago. That was the first time we’d kissed but it wasn’t the last.

So why aren’t we together? Because JJ Maybank doesn’t do feelings. That's the only reason I can come up with, anyway. But as far as I know, JJ and I have kissed a number of times on different occasions and each time I try to talk to him about it, he’ll avoid me like a virus or act like he’s busy until I stop trying to bring it up. They aren't even like full-on kisses. Sometimes it can just be a little peck. It's almost like he does it on accident.

“You’re right, it’s not a big deal.” Kie agreed. “It’s a huge opportunity. You can get laid or a boyfriend. Or both.”

“Kiara.” I whisper-yelled. “Oh my- please, stop.” I hissed as we approached the counter. We relayed everyone’s drink requests to the cashier, who informed me that they only had sugar-free cookies. Ew. We rounded to the other end of the small kiosk where others were waiting to pick up their orders. 

“I’m just saying. You guys have been running circles around each other for years. One of you needs to say something before it’s too late and you end up as one of those 'what if’s', y’know?”

I sighed and dropped my head forward. I was achy from the plane and I felt a mild headache coming on. “Can we please just drop this for right now? Please?” I pleaded with the girl beside me. I knew she was only trying to give me that ‘push’ but I just wanted my coffee and to sit down somewhere comfortable.

“Fine.” She complied. “I’ll stop. For now.”

“6 drink orders for Kiara!” The barista mildly shouted from her place behind the counter, Kie and I walking up and grabbing both cardboard trays of drinks and she handed us a handful of straws. Thanking her, we walked off in the direction of baggage claim where the others should’ve been waiting.

Kie examined her hand that held the straws. “Plastic straws? People never learn.” She grumbled, annoyed. I couldn’t help but smile fondly. Only Kie, I thought.

WE WERE NOW WALKING THROUGH THE GARAGE CONNECTED TO THE AIRPORT. Apparently, Ward had thrown in a rental car, too. A black, seven seater BMW. The walk was quiet, aside from the sounds of everyone drinking the decently prepared beverages from the coffee stand. Sarah was clicking the noise button on the keys in search of our temporary vehicle.

Once we heard the sound of the car, Sarah let out a silent ‘thank you’ and everyone let out satisfied hums. Approaching the car, Sarah popped the trunk and prompted everyone to pile their suitcases and bags inside. I let go of my suitcase, which JJ had kept an eye out for in baggage claim while Kie and I were gone, so I could slide my bag off of my arm and into the trunk.

When I turned around my suitcase was gone, my head whipping around as I heard the clanking of wheels and turned back to the trunk to see JJ putting it inside. Since my bag was the last and everyone was already piling into the vehicle, JJ closed the trunk, turning to me with a smile that said ‘don’t mention it’. I just nodded and gave him a small smile. 

We rounded the vehicle to climb in, the seat pulled down in the back which I assumed was for me to climb in and sit next to Kie who was in the last row. Pope was in the second row and John B and Sarah were upfront, Sarah driving. 

“Sorry,” Pope started, looking in my direction. “My legs are too long to be all the way back there.” I shook my head with a small smile as I climbed in, “It’s cool.” Once I was settled next to Kiara in the back, JJ pushed the seat back up, securing us in and climbing in himself and shutting the door.

Sarah started the car. 

“I thought you had to be like 21 to rent a car.” John piped up.

“Dude, Ward paid for this. He found a way.” Pope added.

“He’s not wrong.” Sarah replied with a shrug. “Let’s just pray not to get pulled over. John B, pull up the navigation.”

“Why can’t you do it? I wanna sleep.” 

“Because I’m driving. Just pull it up.” 

John B groaned but pulled out his phone and entered the address of the AirBnB as Sarah read it to him. She turned on the radio and let it play lowly as she pulled out of the garage.

AFTER ABOUT FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER, WE PULLED UP TO THE HOUSE. It was almost 5pm so the sun was still out. Finally being away from the airport gave everyone a little boost of energy, no longer as exhausted or tired. Instead, almost beaming with excitement as we stared up at the house we’d be staying at for the next few days through the window as Sarah pulled the vehicle into the driveway.

“Goddamn.”

“It’s so pretty.”

“Is that a hot tub?”

Turning off the car, Sarah hopped out followed by the rest of us. We stood outside of the car, peering up at the house. It seemed to be a two story home, an off white color on the outside, a balcony poking out on the second floor, pristine windows on the outside, and the big freely moving plants and palm trees surrounding the front door. You could also see what seemed to be a couple deck chairs and a hot tub around the side. 

Everyone started moving to grab their belongings from the trunk, visibly more energized with little smiles on their faces. When everyone had everything, we made our way to the front door where there was a keypad to unlock it. Sarah punched in the code that she received from Ward that the homeowners had sent to him when he booked the house. With the door open, we all shuffled inside taking in the interior. It was nice and modern. A small foyer when you walk in, a slightly curved staircase leading upwards to the bedrooms, walking further you were met with the kitchen which was clean and smelled like lemon. 

The cabinets and structures were a kind of charcoal-ish gray and spotless, a small island in the middle of the room set with 3 bar stools and 3 lights hanging above. To the right of the kitchen was the living room, a simple L-shaped sofa with a flat screen sitting above a TV-stand. 

I walked out into the backyard, John B following mindlessly as everyone else wandered around as well to scope out the place. There was a short gravel path leading to where I spotted the outdoor furniture earlier. A small hot tub accompanied by two neutral colored deck chairs and a small circular glass table between them.

Walking back into the house and going back to where I saw the staircase, I ascended it. Reaching the upper floor, there were five doors. 3 were open and revealed a queen-size bed in each with their own quirks—tv’s, dressers, closets, desks, etc. The other two doors, one of which was a bathroom and the other a linen closet filled with soap, body wash, towels, and other essentials, were cracked open allowing us to see inside.

At the sound of Sarah’s voice, everyone gathered back in the small foyer downstairs where we had abandoned our luggage.

“So, for the rooms-” She started. The pairs had already been established so she was just making sure everyone was okay with the rooms. Her and John took the room all the way to the left, Pope and Kiara in the room in the middle, and JJ and I in the room all the way to the right. She stated there were bathrooms in each room as well and to make sure we keep this place as organized as possible.

Everyone nodded and set off to their assigned rooms for the rest of our stay. I followed JJ as he ignored my protests stating I could carry my suitcase up the stairs myself. He had his own backpack on, his suitcase in his left hand and my suitcase in his other. We both entered the room and it was quite spacious. Not overly large but definitely bigger than anything we were used to back home.

The bed was in the middle facing the TV against the wall opposite to it, black bed sheets and pillows. There was a closet to the left of the bed against the wall next to the bathroom door.

JJ sat all of the bags out of the way, me following suit with my small duffel bag as he sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. “Oh, this feels amazing.” He closed his eyes.

I nudged his calf with my foot. “Scoot over.” He shuffled to the side as I plopped down next time, turning to face him. He was right, the mattress was soft and felt like it was molding to every part of my body.

“This trip is going to be great.”

A/N; So this is the start to a small series I came up with. This chapter was just an introduction of sorts so I'm sorry it moved a bit slow, I know it felt like filler but the next chapter is so damn cute.

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow

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[thetinestpixiequeen]

"Meet Ugly" Commander Fox x OC

“I’m just saying,” Fox heard the woman before he could even round the corner. “If you would’ve been smart enough to read the sign that says Carnivorous Plant on the door you wouldn’t have gotten bit. The fact you were that kriffing stupid is no reason to call your Commanding Officer on a student.” For a moment he couldn’t tell which of his brothers it was that made a comment about her plant, but the woman was furious. 

“What seems to be the problem here?” Fox asked, looking up from his datapad when he entered the office. He stopped at the doorway in shock at the mess that had been caused. When originally signed to Coruscant, he had expected to keep Senators and politicians safe. In the past seventy-nine hours he had dealt with a drunk Academy student, being chastised by the Chancellor, and now dealing with a plant that had bit off one of his brother’s fingers. 

The Twi’lek turned over to look at him, eyes glaring. “Stay.” She growled, turning to wrap the bleeding clone’s finger. “It should serve until you get to the medbay.” She snapped, “Next time, please do not put your fingers in someone's plant when you see the word carnivorous on a door. Or better yet, when you want to explore and meet the faces you will see every day of this war, knock.”

Fox watched as his brother passed by, holding the rag against the area where the missing finger was. “Need to make a report on this.” He drawled, standing there looking at her. 

The blue Twi’lek bent down, starting to mop up the blood with fabrics. “Sure, I came to check the progress of my plant since we had to deal with coming from Ryloth and travel is hard on her when I believe he said his name was Hound, was in my office. He had taken the gate off of her and she bit him. I’m not even scheduled to be here and I had dinner plans with my roommate.” 

Fox typed in his datapad, shaking his head. “Do you even have clearance to have that plant? Need your name for the report.”

“Isolde. I’ve had my plant for ten years. Part of my project as an academy student is training her to be aggressive only on commands. I know that clones are all genetically the same, but does that mean that all of you are this level of stupid?” 

Fox raised his eyebrow under his helmet. “So they called you before they called me?” 

Isolde raised her eyebrow, “Another clone got his finger bit off. They were afraid that you’d shoot my project and the Republic would have to fund another Morogian Snap sapling. I spent the entirety of my birthday and holiday credits from infancy until ten years old to purchase her.” She turned to hand him half of the bloody fabric, “Follow me.” 

He followed her, “How are you going to keep this incident from being repeated?” 

“Remind all that by written authority of the Academy and the Republic that my office is by appointment only.” Isolde snapped, “And pass that message on to the Clones stationed on Coruscant. At that point, I’ve done all I can legally do.”

“Why the Morogian Snap?” Fox asked, dropping the fabric into a biohazard bin. 

“Are you asking me for your report or are you just curious?” She dropped her bandages down the shoot, shutting it.

“Curious.” 

She turned to him, looking up at his armor. “Pick me up tomorrow. Make sure to tell Hound to straighten up. As long as you guys don’t dosh up my projects again, we’ll be fine. As you can tell, a lot of students are not excited about you guys being here.” 

“Where am I picking you up?” 

She smiled at him, giving him a wink. “You’re a smart man, Commander Fox. I think that you can figure it out. I’ll be waiting for you to get off tomorrow.” 

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[fookinavocadosman]

episode 8: lover

y/n and harry survive the ultimate challenge and the last day of the retreat sneaks up on everyone.

warnings: lil angsty :(

word count: 2.2k

I wake up to groans and I peek my head over the side of the bed seeing Harry holding his back. 

“Are you okay?” I mumble and he lets out a pained groan. 

“That floor was not comfortable.” He mumbles and I immediately feel bad. 

“I’m sorry. I could’ve taken the floor, I’ve slept on worse.” I apologize to him and he shakes his head. 

“No you always get the bed I’m just turning into an old man I guess.” He cracks a joke and I laugh. He sits up fully and I move back on the bed patting the free space. He makes his way up and I avoid touching him as he sighs in relief. 

“Have I ever told you how hot you look wearing my clothes?” He asks me and I feel a blush creep up my cheeks as I shake my head no. 

“No? Well, I need to start telling you that more.” He mumbles and I smile looking at the comforter. 

“Thanks.” I mumble and he hums. We sit in comfortable silence before I start to get ready for the day, deciding on opting out of wearing a swimsuit, keeping Harry’s shirt on from last night with a pair of shorts. When Harry finally decides to crawl out of bed he notices my outfit groaning again. 

“Jesus, you're trying to kill me.” He mumbles beginning to brush his teeth. Once we're both ready we head out to the cabana ready to meet everyone. They greet us and Harry and I sit in the daybed with pillows separating us and immediately we get bombarded with the big question. 

“So did you guys make money or spend it?” Brooke asks and I look at Harry before looking back to the group. 

“We think we did well but that’s up to Lana to decide.” I decided to tease the group and clearly it wasn’t the right move because now they look like they’re shitting bricks. Lana dings, raising the tension in the room and I sigh ready for the verdict. 

“Last night Harry and Y/N spent the night in the private suite and they were forbidden from any form of physical contact. If they have been successful all of the money they have lost will be returned to the prize fund.” Lana pauses and everyone is looking at us like we just killed someone. I gulp now second guessing if we did touch last night. 

“I can reveal that Harry and Y/N did not have any form of physical contact.” Lana finishes and everyone cheers for us. Harry jumps over hugging me now that we can finally touch and I hug him back. Ava jumps on top of us and soon Sage and Riley follow suit. We all laugh and hug happily. 

“The prize fund now stands at $67,000.” Everyone claps as Lana announces the new prize fund and I’m beaming from ear to ear. 

“Do you feel that you have formed a deeper emotional connection?” Lana asks us and I look at Harry smiling. 

“Yeah 100%.” I answer and he nods saying the same thing as me. Lana turns off and I lay on Harry's chest as everyone continues to beam about how proud they are of us. 

“Can I tell them about us?” Harry whispers in my ear and I look up nodding. Harry clears his throat to get everyone’s attention, sitting up slightly. 

“I just thought that I’d let everyone know that yesterday before we found out about the test I asked Y/N to be my girlfriend.” Harry tells everyone and Ava jumps up screaming at us to shut up. She throws herself on us again and I laugh as she smacks me lightly for not telling her as soon as it happened. Harry squirms his way out from under Ava who is still holding me captive as Niall comes up clasping Harry on the back. 

When Ava decides to let me go the other girls all hug me telling me how happy they are for us, as the boys all congratulate Harry. We all relax and hang out, Sage, Riley, and Ava staying with me as we talk about our boys. 

Apparently, Riley asked Niall out after the whole Luke fiasco and that shocked us because they’ve been so good keeping it under wraps, while Sage and Ava say that they are going steady with their respective partners and hope that when the retreat is over they become official. We get told that a workshop is happening so I go to the dressing room and change into a bikini with Ava before we head down to the workshop area. 

On the wooden platforms, there's a small table with cups of paint, and Harry and I stand on a platform looking curiously at the paint. Lana dings alerting us and she begins to explain what we are doing. 

“Your partner should write on your skin the most hurtful words you have been called in the past.” I let out a sigh as I step forward grabbing the blue cup and Harry follows suit grabbing red. 

“Do you want to go first?” I ask Harry and he nods. 

“Wanker.” He says and I nod writing it on his left arm. 

“Cocky.” 

“Untrustworthy.” 

“Unlovable.” 

“Selfish.” Every word he says I write somewhere on his body and my heart clenches every time I write these words. When he’s done I take in a deep breath holding out my arms. 

“Closed off.” 

“Unworthy.” 

“Ugly.” 

“Whore.” 

“Bitchy.” With each word, he pauses hesitating to write them on my skin but I just nod along assuring him to continue. When he finishes he wraps me in a hug and I reciprocate. 

“Anyone who has said those words to you are dead wrong.” He mumbles against me and I let out a small chuckle pulling back. 

“They don’t bother me anymore, maybe a while ago they did but not anymore.” I smile at him and he nods placing a kiss on my forehead. 

“Congratulations you have completed your final workshop, now go to the ocean and wash away those labels for good.” We all clap and cheer and I grab Harry’s hand running to the water ready to clean myself. I jump in and we all are laughing and smiling as we form a circle splashing the water up into the air at each other. 

Harry picks me up and walks deeper into the water before falling back, dropping us in the water. I cling on to him as we come up and I laugh at him as he holds me cleaning off the words on my skin. I do the same for him and once the words are nothing but a memory he places me down grabbing my hand. He walks up back to everyone and we all relish in the positive atmosphere. 

When night finally hit, Sage suggested we all go to the campfire and spend the last night together and we all agreed. We all talk and ask each other questions, enjoying everyone’s company. 

“Okay be honest, who caught your eye first?” Kenzie asks the group and Harry smiles speaking up. 

“The second I walked in I saw Y/N and I was drawn to her.” He smiles as he speaks and I lay my head on his shoulder as everyone aws. 

“What about you Y/N?” Kenzie follows up and I chuckle. 

“Well actually, Niall was the first one to catch my eye but as soon as I saw Harry I knew it was game over.” I laugh and Harry brings his hand to his heart pretending like I just hurt him as Niall laughs. 

“I knew you were flirting with me!” He yells and we all laugh as Niall and Harry bicker. Lana dings ruining the moment and immediately everyone becomes tense. 

“In 24 hours I will be allocating the prize fund and announcing a winner.” Lana begins and we all let out small cheers. 

“However, I have observed that not all of you have invested in the process equally. For that reason, the following people will now leave the retreat.” Lana drops the bombshell and we all hold our breath as we wait for her to tell us the people leaving. 

“Luke.” Lana says and he just nods his head, not surprised. 

“And.” Lana continues making me gasp as I look around. 

Who else could possibly be leaving? 

“Kenzie. Both of you now must leave.” I look at Kenzie who shrugs, getting up while Michael sits shocked. We all say goodbye to them and they head off as we collect our thoughts. 

“Well I’m glad to see Luke go but I’m shocked about Kenzie.” Brooke speaks up and we all murmur in agreement. Michael excuses himself from the group and I feel bad for him. We all head in for the night excited for tomorrow to begin. 

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Everyone wakes up happy. Cheers of it being the last day ring around the room as we all get ready. We all hang out talking about who we think is going to win. Some people think it’s going to be Harry and I, others think Riley and Niall. 

I personally think Ava and Zayn are going to take the prize but I’m always the odd one out. Harry and I have a little bit of alone time and we talk about where we’re both going to be once the retreat is over. 

Harry is going back to LA and I’m going across the country back to school. We come up with a compromise that we’ll see how we do with long distance and between breaks we can visit one another. Considering this is my last year of college, I can always look for work in LA if Harry and I can get through the long distance.

 As it gets closer to the time of the meeting everyone is filled with nerves. We all get ready in silence for our last meeting in the cabana. Lana dings alerting us to make our way to the cabana and I finish smoothing out my dress walking with Harry to the cabana. We all sit down and everyone is nervous. I bounce my leg up and down, not ready for this. Lana dings, making us all perk up. 

“It’s time to choose a winner and allocate the $67,000 prize.” I grab Harry’s hand for comfort and I mutter a fuck as I feel the anxiety wash over me. 

“Will the following people please stand up.” I feel my heart racing and Harry rubs his thumb over my knuckles trying to soothe me. 

“Y/N.” I slowly stand feeling weak in my knees and Harry places his hand on my hip trying to steady my shaking. 

“And Harry.” he stands along with me wrapping his arm around my waist as I continue to shake. I look at everyone’s reactions seeing some aren’t too happy with us. 

“Niall.” Lana says and Niall looks confused standing up as everyone gasps in shock. 

“And Riley.” 

“You four have shown great strength and growth by forming emotional connections.” She finishes and I look nervously at Ava who sends me a small smile. 

It all comes down to us I guess. 

“Louis.” Lana says shocking us all and we look around as she calls Sage, Ava and Zayn to all stand as well. 

“You four have also shown growth by forming emotional connections with one another.” Shit, this just got a lot more intense. Brooke and Michael look at us and I can see Brooke slightly deflate until Lana calls her and Michael to stand. 

“You are all winners.” Lana announces and we all cheer, jumping in excitement. My hands fly to my face covering it as I take it in. Ava throws her arms around me and we yell happily at each other. Harry pulls me out of Ava’s grip, hugging me so tightly that I almost can’t breathe. Lana continues to speak over our cheers. 

“Each of you has embraced the process and helped one another form deeper connections. The $67,000 will be split between all of you.” We are still all celebrating and hugging each other and I look around when I find my way back in Harry’s arms seeing all my friends so happy. I’m so glad that I was tricked to come on this show because I got an amazing boyfriend and so many new friendships out of this. 

“Your time at the retreat is now over, and the rules no longer apply.” Lana finishes, turning off for the last time and we all cheer. 

Harry pulls me into his chest dipping his head down and I wrap my arms around his neck. Smiles line our faces as he leans and we finally kiss. One of his hands holds the back of my head keeping my lips on his as we kiss softly, tuning out all the commotion around us. 

He pulls away with one last peck to my lips and he smiles softly at me. As I stare into his eyes and feel his arms around my waist I feel complete. Like a part of me that I didn’t know existed is finally free. I look back to the ocean where it all started watching the waves crash onto the shore. 

I’m finally in paradise.

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[salternateunreality2]

Imagine Lucrecia had 2 sons. First with Vincent that she later gave away for adoption and second with Hojo.

She knew she f up with the second one, but maybe the first one can live a calm and uneventful life in Banora?

The Jones family adopted Baby Lucent. He was a smart, pale little kid that constantly stuck his nose into things he had no business snooping on. He found out about how the Rhapsodoses let their nanny hit their son, and how Genesis and Angeal were science experiments gone wrong. He saw the boys form a bond, playing together and sneaking over to see each other in the dead of night.

Lucent always wanted to join them, but was rarely able to see them during the day, when it would have been acceptable to talk to them. He was too quiet when he watched at night, and it would have been creepy to introduce himself then.

Lucent was his parents' only child, and grew up knowing he was adopted. They loved him and did their best, even when he'd materialize out of nowhere around the house like a ninja, starting from before he could crawl. Or when he'd just happen to know things that no one told him. He knew the mayor was sleeping with the butcher. He knew who his bio mom was and that she was a Shinra scientist. He knew the people who spied on him every few months were Turks. He guessed that either he was a Turk child or a lab experiment or both.

His mom and dad had longed for him so much, and they really did their homework in raising him. They paid careful attention to his emotional well-being, and encouraged and disciplined him to the very best of their ability. He loved them immensely, and they him.

So when he kept getting top marks at school, they didn't hesitate to put him in online and university classes, or to scrape together funds to support him when he went to Midgar to study. He was advanced enough that he got admitted early and went around the same time as Genesis and Angeal enlisted.

He worked hard, and by the time the Crisis Core era rolled around, he had a medical degree and employment with Shinra. More importantly, he had access to records now, was fast friends with Kunsel, and was constantly being courted by the Turks, who he turned down every time.

It did take up until this point to confirm his suspicions about the slope of Sephiroth's nose and the funny way his bangs grew, but now he knew, and now, at 11:30 am on a Tuesday, it was time to meet his half brother.

Lucent coughed once, then finally knocked on Sephiroth's office door.

"Come in," said Sephiroth. "Oh. What does the old man want now? Blood?"

Lucent blinked in confusion.

"I'm not sure who you mean; I'm here to deliver the report for the 3rd class health statistics," Lucent said.

"Very well, you may leave it on my desk," said Sephiroth, returning to his computer.

"I also wished to discuss something else with you."

Sephiroth sighed and fished around for a pen.

"Did you want an autograph?"

"No, I want to know if you remember our mother."

Time seemed to freeze, and the temperature of the room dropped.

"Excuse me?" Sephiroth asked, cold as ice.

"Lucrecia Crescent, listed as a primary scientist in the Jenova project. Long brown hair, same face as you, probably died when you were a baby...? I just want to know more about her, if you have more information."

"Get out."

Lucent felt animal fear jolt through his veins, but he powered through. He wasn't known for letting curiosity go easily.

"I understand this is a shock. I will leave, but please contact me if you change your mind," Lucent said, placing his card and the forgotten report on Sephiroth's desk. He kept his composure as he exited, closing the door firmly behind him, walking calmly down to his office, and shutting his own door.

Then he slumped against it, shaking and breathing hard. He'd be a stupid man not to be absolutely terrified from the energy in Sephiroth's office. He didn't know how long he sat there on the corporate carpet, trying to calm his nerves and telling himself he did the right thing, but he was interrupted by his PHS ringing.

"Dr. Lucent Jones," he answered automatically.

"Commander Rhapsodos. Look, Jones, I don't know who you are or where you've come from, but on behalf of Sephiroth, I will give you exactly one opportunity to speak with me. If I don't like what I hear, I will kill you. Meet me at the coffee shop on Loveless and 6th in one hour." Genesis paused. "Just to make it perfectly clear, I will kill you. This is a company line and I know Reno or someone is listening in. I will kill any Turks if they follow you, and if you're working with them or any other group to take advantage, I will kill everyone involved. If you don't show up, I will blackball you from practicing medicine in Midgar, but it will be better than death."

*click*

Lucent let out a strained laugh. Genesis Rhapsodos might be dramatic in everyday life, but that was not an idle threat.

---------

Lazard watched as a man in a lab coat left Sephiroth's office. That couldn't be good. As soon as the man left, Lazard tapped on Sephiroth's door, knowing he would have heard him coming. After a few seconds with no response, he swiftly entered, shutting the door behind him.

Sephiroth was sitting at his desk, completely motionless, pupils blown wide, gaze fixed on a stack of papers topped by a business card.

This wasn't going to be a good day.

---------

Eventually, Lucent is vetted by at least 3 layers of Sephiroth Protection Squad members, supported by Kunsel, and breaks into the inner circle. With him on their side, he's able to help with Genesis and Angeal's degradation using his Turk inclinations and medical knowledge.

He brings Sephiroth to meet his parents, and they love him and adopt him immediately, laughing over his ability to appear out of nowhere and cooing over his handsome funky bangs. They cherish his awkwardness covered by learned manners, fondly remembering Lucent's teenage years.

Lucent keeps digging, becoming more and more horrified between what he uncovers and what he hears from Sephiroth. He is right that this can't continue, and he is right that something must be done about Jenova.

He, Sephiroth, and Genesis go to Nibelheim with a spunky little trooper and Angeal's puppy. Shit goes down, but they ultimately find themselves with an emo vampire.

Sephiroth smirks weakly from where Genesis is practically holding him up.

"Guess it's my turn to spring some shocking parentage news on you, big brother," he says, nodding his head at Lucent and Vincent's matching red eyes and pale skin. Everyone laughs, relieved that Sephiroth is going to be ok, Jenova is dead, and the little trooper pulled through after being yeeted into a wall.

When they return to Midgar, Vincent kills Hojo and the president, and after the dust settles, Sephiroth retires to Banora. He has dinner with the Jones family most nights, and when Genesis or Angeal is in town, they eat apples together.

Lucent keeps his job at Shinra, helping the trooper through his mako sensitivity and his transition to SOLDIER. He's always wanted to help people, and Midgar is rife with interesting and difficult cases.

Of course, he visits home regularly to see his family, often tagging along when Lazard visits Sephiroth.

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[your-world-with-nct]

polaroid love | njm (3)

THREE — thinking about you

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PAIRING | na jaemin x female reader (ft. nct dream + enhypen 02z)

GENRE | fluff, angst, college au

WARNINGS | intended lowercase, cursing, alcohol consumption

WORD COUNT | 3.8k

SUMMARY | inspired by enhypen’s ‘polaroid love’ — in his twenty-two years of living, na jaemin has never been in a proper relationship. after witnessing his best friends go through their fair share of complicated, devastating heartbreaks, jaemin decided he was better off investing his time and effort into his studies, rather than wasting his time falling in love. years of having fleeting crushes and being countlessly confessed to passed by and not a single person could tempt jaemin into the world of love. that is, until, he meets someone that he can’t get out of his head no matter how long he stares at his anatomy textbooks. someone that reminds him of the hopeless romantic he once was. someone that can show him that love doesn’t have to be so complicated to succeed.

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A/N | sorry for being so inactive lately! i’ve been busy preparing for uni and it was actually my first night last night 🙈 hope you guys enjoy this new chapter and feedback is always appreciated <3

Y/N CAM • REC

you stared at jake in silence, watching as he fiddled with his chopsticks whilst waiting for the food to come, “jakey?”

“hmm?” he answered, eyes fixed on the small tower he was making by stacking tiny, balled-up pieces of a napkin.

“you okay?” you asked, your voice laced with concern, “you didn’t even squeal when you saw the turtle-shell grill, is everything alright?”

jake let out a quiet giggle at your observation, putting his chopsticks down and abandoning his napkin tower, “yeah, everything’s fine, i’m just… tired.”

you raised a brow, not completely convinced by his answer. reaching across the table, you took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand, “hey, you know you can tell me when something’s bothering you, right? i’m not gonna force you to say anything if you don’t want to, but i’m here to listen, okay? i don’t like seeing you upset, what do i have to do to put a smile on your face, hm?”

you noticed jake’s lips curve upwards at your words, but the smile had yet to reach his eyes. he squeezed your hand and met your gaze, “thank you, y/n, really, but i promise i’m okay. i’ve just… had a long day, those morning classes are such a pain in the ass. ugh, i wish i’d taken up your coffee offer before.”

you still weren’t a hundred percent reassured by his answer, but you decided it was best not to push him for the truth. instead, you settled with the reply he gave, “ahh, okay, i’m glad nothing’s bothering you, but i’m still shocked you said no to free coffee.”

“i don’t know what got into me, i’ll be honest,” jake shrugged, retracting his hand from yours and running it through his hair.

“well, don’t you worry, i’ll buy you some coffee next time you take me to photography club,” you bit your lip, trying to hide your growing smile at the thought of seeing a certain someone again.

“next time? you wanna come next time?” jake cocked his head to the side, his face reminiscent of a confused puppy, “what’s with the sudden interest? don’t tell me you expect free food in return for helping me, you know i don’t have the funds for that!”

“actually…” you paused, inwardly debating whether to tell your best friend or not. “okay, can i tell you something and can you promise not to judge me? or tell anyone else?”

“judge you? i mean… depends how bad it is.”

“jake, i’m serious!”

“okay, okay, i promise! now, what is it, my dear?” he said, leaning in and placing a sympathetic hand on yours.

you pulled your hand out from under his, lightly smacking it, “i told you, you’ve gotta stop calling me that in public, people are gonna think we’re dating.”

jake shrugged, “so? you’re the one who held my hand before, hypocrite.”

the exaggerated pout on his face told you that he wasn’t being serious, but you didn’t want him to think that you were joking, “okay, that’s fair, but… it just— it can scare guys away! which i don’t have a problem with when it gets creeps to back off, but sometimes there are guys that i don’t want to scare off, y’know?”

your gaze trailed down to the grill on the table, unable to make eye contact with your best friend knowing your words were quite harsh. a few seconds went by with no reaction or reply from him, and although it seemed like you were too late, you scrambled to soften the blow.

“i-i’m not saying you have to stop doing those things, i still like the affection and the cute names but, maybe, i don’t know, you could save that for when we’re, uh, not in such a public place?”

“who is it?” jake asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“wh-what do you— who… what?”

“hey, first things first, i’m not upset. if saving that stuff for when it’s just us or just friends is what you’re comfortable with, then ‘course i don’t mind doing that,” he shifted to lean his elbow on the table, relaxing his stance in hopes of relaxing you.

“what i meant was, well, i know you, y/n, and there must be a specific guy you don’t want scaring off, and, ah! that must be the ‘thing’ you were gonna tell me about, that’s why you didn’t want me to judge you or tell anyone. am i right or am i right?”

you blinked once, twice, in disbelief that jake was able to read you so well—it was a blessing and a curse. you opened and closed your mouth to speak, but nothing was coming out, earning you a loud giggle from the boy across you.

“your silence is telling me i’m right,” he said with a smug smile.

“okay, fine, yes, you’re right. i hate how accurate that was,” you sighed, trying to regain your composure.

“so… the guy?” jake asked, fed up from the anticipation.

“promise you won’t judge or tell anyone?” you held up your pinky in front of your best friend.

intertwining his finger with yours and placing his other hand on his chest as if he was swearing an oath, he declared, “i swear on my dog’s life, i won’t tell a soul.”

“good,” you nodded, “well, the guy is, uh, it’s someone you know well, he’s, hmm—”

“stop beating around the bush, who is it!”

“it’s jaemin!”

jake’s eyes widened as his jaw dropped, “jaemin? like na jaemin? like the med student jaemin, the photographer jaemin? the jaemin you met not even a few hours ago?”

“shhh!” you launched forward, pressing your hand against his mouth. “the whole restaurant does not need to know, and for the record, yes, it is that jaemin. and before you judge, which i’m pretty sure you already have, i’m not saying i like him or anything, i’m just, interested in him, let’s say.”

“interested? go on,” jake said to the best of his ability while your hand was still covering his mouth, prompting you to remove your hand and wipe it with your napkin.

“okay, ew. anyways, i-i don’t know, jaemin always sounded so sweet and funny whenever you told me about him, and, well, i saw that for myself today. he’s also, like, really really gorgeous, i couldn’t stop staring at him, and when he came up close to talk to me, i swear i almost fainted right there and then,” you paused to catch your breath, surprised at how easy it was for you to gush over someone you had, like jake pointed out, just met.

“but, like you said, i don’t even know him that well, which is why i’m glad he asked for my number so we can—”

“he asked for your number?”

“yeah, he asked for it so he could send the photos he took to me.”

“damn, i’m stealing that move from him, that’s smooth.”

“‘smooth’? ‘move’? y-you think he’s interested in me too? that he did it on purpose?” the mere idea of jaemin reciprocating your feelings had your heart rate speeding up.

“i-i don’t know anything! i mean, whaaat? what were you saying before i interrupted?” jake blinked rapidly, poorly covering up how suspicious he sounded.

you decided to ignore whatever it was he was hiding in case it gave you any false hope, and continued your point, “as i was saying, i’m glad he gave me his number, that way i can get to know him and stuff before jumping into anything. he was just… he was really nice and everything, i just wanna see how it goes, y’know?”

jake nodded, “ahh, okay, that sounds good. i hope it goes well for you, really. jaemin hyung’s a great guy, i can vouch for that, so no need to spend your early talking stage trying to figure out whether he’s a red flag or not.”

you laughed, cringing as the boy’s words reminded you of a past, failed fling, “oh, trust me, i don’t want a repeat of that. everything feels so much easier with jaemin, i have a feeling it’ll be different with him.”

JAEMIN CAM • REC

“get the drinks out, boys, we’re celebrating tonight!” haechan exclaimed, swinging the front door open and letting jaemin shuffle in behind him.

“it’s literally… thursday night,” jeno deadpanned, glancing up from the tv to give his roommate a look of concern, or was it confusion? jaemin was too preoccupied thinking about… someone else to tell.

haechan locked the door, passing jeno’s slumped figure on the sofa and making his way to the kitchen. scoffing, he muttered under his breath, “okay, when has that ever stopped you?”

unfortunately, he wasn’t quiet enough, as jeno shot up from the couch, ready to crush that little coconut head of his, but was quickly stopped by jaemin pulling him back down to sit and renjun interrupting the petty squabble.

“can you two shut the fuck up for a sec,” he looked up from what he was cooking, glaring as he pointed his spoon at jeno and haechan respectively. “you said we should be ‘celebrating’, right? that means… it went well with y/n! how was it then, jaem?”

haechan gasped, placing the cans of cider he’d retrieved from the fridge onto the counter, “oh my god, would you believe jaemin actually—”

renjun sighed, rubbing his temples with his fingers as he whipped round to face his infuriating friend, “sorry, is your name jaemin?”

jeno and jaemin’s (not so) muffled giggles broke through haechan’s silence, which spoke for itself.

nodding, renjun turned back to the boiling pot on the stove, “yeah, i thought so. go on, jaem.”

jaemin took a deep breath, trying to organise what felt like a million and one thoughts into coherent words, “to be honest, i-it felt… like a dream. i must’ve blacked out or something, it was like some super confident version of me took over. i still can’t believe that i winked at her, practically held her hand, asked for her number and got it. oh, and she even gave me her instagram without me asking.”

“sorry, what? you got her number and held her hand and you— my god, i need some time to process the fact that you did all of that,” jeno placed a hand on jaemin’s shoulder, before quickly turning it into a hug. “shit, man, i’m proud of you.”

“damn, you go, jaem!” renjun cheered from the kitchen, his face beaming with pride for his best friend’s multitude of successes, “so y/n’s definitely single then? ‘cause you’re in a good position right now to start getting closer to her if she is.”

“yup,” haechan answered, “i checked with her friend jake, and jaemin’s got the green light. jake even said he’d help him out if he needed, but as if our jaemin will need his help, right?”

jaemin’s eyes widened, looking frantically from jeno beside him to the boys in the kitchen, “uh, well, you’re kinda overestimating my skills, hyuck.”

“oh no,” he shook his head, chuckling. “no, no, no, i know you’ll need help but you’ve got us! y’know, since we’ve actually gotten this far with girls before.”

renjun’s stirring slowed to a stop as his jaw dropped, and jeno whipped around, burying his face in the couch cushions to suppress his laughter.

“yah!” jaemin stood up, pointing a threatening finger at haechan. on any other occasion, he would’ve found the teasing funny and laughed it off, but jaemin’s furrowed brows and stern tone told the boys otherwise.

“ah, i crossed the line, didn’t i? sorry, sorry,” haechan said, holding his hands up in surrender.

jaemin sighed as he slumped back down onto the sofa, burying his head in his hands, “no, i’m sorry. i really do appreciate your help and support, because, you’re right, i have no idea what i’m doing. i just— i really really don’t wanna mess up with y/n, and i’m grateful that you guys are willing to help me out, but it would be nice if you let me figure some things out myself too.”

jeno ruffled his best friend’s hair, giving him a supportive pat on the back as he replied, “of course we can do that! i know that sometimes we get involved in each other’s business without being asked, but we do it because we care, even though it’s not always the best way of showing it.”

“yeah,” haechan added, abandoning the drinks and joining his roommates on the couch. “we just want the best for you but we don’t wanna get there by overstepping your boundaries or anything.”

“i agree! with both of those things,” renjun shouted from the kitchen as he plated their dinner, “sorry, they kinda said everything i was gonna say. oh, by the way, food’s ready!”

jaemin chuckled, “thank you guys, honestly. uh, also, this might sound a little contradictory now, but i just realised that i never gave y/n my number. can you help me figure out how to word my first message to her? while we eat, of course, i’m not gonna let the food renjunnie worked so hard on go cold.”

“oh my god, yes!”

“i’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life, not even kidding.”

“at least someone appreciates my hard work!”

the enthusiastic squeals eventually died down and the next thirty (yes, thirty) minutes were spent meticulously drafting a message to you, with the occasional distractions of renjun’s delicious stew and debates over what your contact picture should be.

“okay, i’m pretty sure you can send it now,” haechan said and was met with nods of agreement.

“pretty sure?! pretty sure isn’t sure enough for me, i’m checking it one more time,” jaemin shook his head, placing his phone on the table and reading the text aloud.

“‘hey y/n, it’s jaemin, just letting you know since i didn’t get to give you my number before. by the way, i haven’t managed to start editing the pics just yet but i’ll let you know how they look once i do, smiley blushy face emoji’. are we sure it’s not too much?” his fingers hovered over the screen, prepared to alter the message for the umpteenth time.

“jaemin, my guy,” jeno placed his hands on jaemin’s in reassurance. “we’ve said it before and we’ll say it again—it sounds fine. and it’s not too much either, the text isn’t dry and the fact that you mentioned the photos means she can start a conversation about it, so you’re less likely to be left on read.”

“plus, y’know, it’s too late now. jeno just sent the text,” renjun pointed out nonchalantly, directing everyone’s gazes to the blue text bubble on the screen and jeno’s hand stacked clumsily on top of jaemin’s… on top of the phone.

jaemin yelped, yanking his hands away and turning his phone off. he squeezed his eyes shut, not ready to accept what happened nor even think about getting a response any time soon.

“i-i’m sorry! i was just trying to make you feel better, i didn’t realise i was gonna press send. we can turn airplane mode on if you want so it doesn’t send! or we can—”

in the midst of jeno’s flurry of apologies, a small ding resonated through the kitchen, followed by another, as the screen illuminated, showing two notifications from messages.

“no. way.” jaemin breathed out, eyes now open and glued to the notification banner. a quick glance over at his wide-eyed friends with their jaws hanging open told him that they were all anticipating the same thing.

“open those notifications, open them right now, na jaemin!” haechan said, more of an encouragement than a demand.

jaemin quickly came to his senses, scrambling to unlock his phone, as the other boys leaned forward to get a closer look at your replies.

“my god, she’s quick,” renjun commented, shuffling closer to read the messages.

“‘thanks for letting me know, saved it now hehe smiley face’. mission accomplished, jaem, she has your number and she replied!”

“ooh, and it seems like your conversation starter worked,” haechan took over for the second, longer message.

“‘speaking of pics, jake never lived up to his ‘threat’ and he took some photos of me at dinner, wanna help me pick which ones to post?’ wait, is she talking about when jake said he would stop taking her instagram photos if she didn’t listen to him?”

jaemin couldn’t hide his wide grin as he nodded, remembering that he was the reason you were so preoccupied.

“well, don’t just sit there blushing like a tomato, answer! you don’t wanna leave her on read for too long, do you?” jeno lightly smacked jaemin on the arm, prompting him to type out a quick ‘sure!’.

once again, they all gathered around the phone, waiting to see the three dots pop up or hear another notification alert. moments passed with no dots nor dings, all that could be seen was a faint ‘delivered’ as the screen slowly faded to black from lack of activity.

“it’s fine, it’s fine,” jaemin shrugged, forcing out a laugh. “she’ll respond later… probably, right? you know what, doesn’t matter, i shouldn’t be so bothered about it, does anyone want another cider?”

before he could even leave his seat, renjun gently tugged his arm, sitting him back down, “jaem, stop stressing, and don’t say ‘i’m not stressing!’ because we know you well enough to know that you definitely are. how about you turn your phone off for the time being, hmm? i know you want things to go well with y/n, but try not to let yourself depend on her too much, okay?”

“he’s right, trust me, it’s awful—obsessively checking if you’ve gotten a notification from a certain someone and letting it ruin your day when you haven’t. y’know, just speaking from experience,” haechan added, earning a nod of agreement from jeno.

“yeah,” jaemin sighed, turning his phone off as renjun suggested. “you guys are right, thank you. you’re probably gonna need to remind me of that a lot, i just– the last thing i want is to get heartbroken.”

jeno placed a hand on jaemin’s shoulder, “we’ll do everything in our power to make sure you don’t get hurt, jaem.”

for the next few hours, jaemin decided to keep himself busy and distract himself from thinking about you. but it was as if the universe didn’t want him to get you out of his head.

washing the dishes reminded him of the lazy roommate you told him about earlier. showering with music on to block out his thoughts? the song that came on shuffle had played earlier while he was taking pictures of you. even reading through his stupid ‘ethics in medicine’ textbook reminded him of you and your passion for your major. before he knew it, the thought of you had infiltrated anything and everything that he did, whether he liked it or not.

“fuck it,” jaemin muttered to nobody in particular, finally turning his phone back on. impatiently tapping his finger against the side of his case, he watched, waiting for the screen to load.

as soon as it turned on, he rushed to unlock it, his hands shaking as he went to click on the messages app. he would be lying if he said his heartbeat didn’t speed up when he saw a ‘6’ hovering next to the icon. before even opening the app, jaemin took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for the worst.

those six messages could be from multiple people—it could be jaehoon sending the notes from the lecture he missed the other day, it could be his mum nagging him about not getting enough sleep, it could be renjun asking for more toilet paper because someone had forgotten to replace the empty roll earlier.

even as he considered all the completely rational possibilities, he still couldn’t come to terms with the idea that the messages could be from anyone but you.

he squeezed his eyes shut and tapped the icon, slowly opening one eye, and then the other to confirm what he thought he’d seen. you had, in fact, sent jaemin six messages almost half an hour ago.

the knowledge that his mental torture could have ended earlier only passed his mind briefly, as he was more bothered by the fact that he had ignored you for so long.

he opened the messages, smiling fondly at the short apology you sent for responding so late because your data wasn’t working. his eyes naturally drifted to the pictures you’d sent, the beat of his thumping heart rivalling that of a deafening drum as he looked closer.

it hadn’t been long since jaemin last saw you but the way your enchanting smile shone like the bright, blazing sun made him feel like he was being welcomed into a brand new day. a giggle escaped his lips when he swiped to the last photo, depicting you mid-laugh, trying to cover your face with your hands but failing to hide those adorably crinkled, sparkling eyes of yours.

‘as an extremely professional photographer, i personally think that they’re all great and you should post them all but i think you look prettiest in the last one,’ jaemin typed out and sent, exiting the app as soon as possible to stop himself from overthinking his response and stressing out about when you’d reply.

feeling the corners of his lips starting to curl upwards, he buried his face in his pillow in embarrassment, but even that couldn’t stop the massive grin from growing. the ring of a notification had him darting upwards, letting out a little squeal when he saw your name on the banner.

‘thank you, mr professional photographer na, the last one’s my favourite too, i’ll post them all with that one as the cover :) since ur such a pro, can you help me choose a caption too?’

never had a simple colon and closed parenthesis made jaemin kick his feet and giggle before, but the thought of you smiling so sweetly behind your screen as you messaged him had his heart racing and his cheeks reddening.

he quickly replied with an ‘of course!’ and, before he knew it, there was no longer that anxious wait between him sending messages and you replying. as the conversation went on, jaemin gradually felt at ease talking to you, his responses coming naturally rather than being carefully crafted and analysed. although the beating of his heart was still erratic, there was something so comfortable, so natural about talking to you that made his worries and everything else around him simply drift away.

that was the first of many late nights jaemin chose to spend with you.

© YOUR-WORLD-WITH-NCT, 2023

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[greasersgyatt]

Could u do Lee dally? Ik it’s rare to see him as a Lee but it would be cute

{yes ofc the ler will be johnny if thats okay<3}

Dally was sitting out on a field, smoking a cigarette. For thr past week or so, dally hasnt been the same. He doesnt know why but he just felt weird. He has been drinking his life away for these past few days as if to make himself happier or something. This has never happened before. Hes dallas Winston. Hes never sad. He never cares about anything. Why does he care about himself now?

As he sat just by himself and his thoughts, he heard someone. He glanced over his shoulder to see johnny, a member from their gang. “Whats up, johnnycake? What are you doing here?” Dallas asked with a raised eyebrow. He tried to act normal (he knew how to do that well.) he didnt want anyone to fund out about how he was acting, especially johnny. If Johnny knew, he would have endless amounts of questions..

But what if it made him feel better? Talking to someone about it? But he pushed that thought away when he heard johnnny breathless voice. “..ran away from some socs. There were too many of them, i couldnt fight them off myself” johnny answered as he came over to dally’s side. “..why are you here?” Johnny asked. “Just chilling in a random field?” “Yea, just thought it was a peaceful place” dallas replied. That didnt sound like a dallas answer. He kinda felt shocked about how johnny even found him. It was a random field. Dally didnt think anyone could find him here. He didnt know whether to feel annoyed or relaxed that johnny found him. “..this isnt a place someome would normally find you in” johnny mumbled, looking around. The field seemed like it never had a end to it, but he couldnt lie, the view was pretty nice. You could see a bit of the town from up there and what was even more nice was that the sun was setting and the sky was a pink-orange colour. “I know. Sometimes i just come here for some peace and quiet” dally shrugged. Johnny looked at him suspiciously. Dally was normally a loud person and could barely handle silence. It was quiet for a few moments as they both looked out into the distance. “..can i ask you something?” Johnny asked. “Sure” dally replied, looking at johnny. “..whats up with you this week? Youve been drinking non stop and you’re much more aggressive to everyone” johnny said. Obviously johnny was the one who noticed. Fuck. “Im fine, johnnycake” dallas just answered, not wanting to talk about it. “Are you s-” before johnny could even finish, dallas snapped. “Yes johnny im fucking sure. Now shut your trap before i slap your face off.” Dallas almost instantly regreted what he said as he buried his face in his hands. Its not usual for dallas to snap at johnny and it definitely not usual for dallas to act like this in the first place. “..want me to cheer you up?” Johnny asked sweetly. Dallas glanced at johnny, raising an eyebrow. “…what?” “..trying to cheer you up.. just like you always do” johnny said. That was all johnny needed to say. “Oh no- nononono” dallas said quickly, his eyes widening. Before dallas could even get up, Johnny already tackled him. They tumbled down the field, wrestling alittle until johnny was ontop of dally. Johnny had to act fast if he wanted to not get thrown off dallas.

Johnnys fingers quickly shot up to dallys armpits since he knew dallas was ticklish there. Dallas wasnt the most ticklish dude but if you knew him well enough, you could get him to laugh. “pfFtt- JohOhnny, nOhoHo” dallas laughed out in a low hushed laugh. Johnny was using all his weight to keep dallas pushed down on the ground. “What? You always cheer me up like this, thought i might aswell do it back” Johnny said with a smile on his face, moving his fingers down to dallas’s hips and outer thighs. Dallas kicked his legs out, squirming as johnny lightly brushed his fingers around on his outer thigh. “JohoHOnNy fuck ohohoff” dallas howled with laughter. Johnny couldnt help but snicker. If it was anyone else but johnny tickling him, he would have punched them square in the face, but he knew dallas cared about johnny too much to hurt him.

“Okay, okay. Ill stop before you pop a blood vessel, holy shit” johnny joked as he got off dallas who was laying on the green grass, panting. “Didnt think id get you laughing that hard” johnny snickered. “Not a word of this to the gang, understood?” Dallas said, glaring at johnny. “Understood.” Johnny smirked.

#lee!dallas #lee!dally #lee!dallaswinston #ler!johnny #ler!johnnycade #tickles #the outsiders #the outsiders tickle #tickle fic

[1-up-chump]

Hey i love your content i was wondering if i can make a request? Can i pls have some h/c of Fujin, Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Rain, and Nightwolf having a crush on s/o who is a famous V-tuber twitch streamer(as in she plays video games and does blogs and has karaoke stream on twitch) because she needs the money to fund her animal rescue team and planet rescue team(as is taking care of the plants and trees ect) and will they buy her merchandise.

Thank you hope your having a good day/evening/ night english is not my first language so i am very sorry if i confused you :)

A very specific ask but i did have fun with this one! And don't worry, English is my first language and it can be annoying at times even to me xD sorry no gifs bc i put more effort into the texts. Im selectively lazy

V tuber Xreader who raises money for a wildlife charity

Fujin:

Fujin has always been fascinated with internet as soon as he was introduced to it. The idea that mortals can share so many things with other mortals through a screen makes him so happy about the progress humanity has made. But mostly, the "memes" are hilarious even if he doesn't understand half of it.

The concept that you are really popular on the internet both made him feel proud of you and concerned for you at the same time. Of course "concern" being mostly jealousy, but as easy as it comes, easy as it goes. Such as the wind he commands.

When you said that you were planning to do a "charity live stream" event, fujin wanted to know everything about it. He always loved how generous and kind you were.

If fujin had some free time (which he has more of than his brother, but you're not sure if it's because raiden has more responsibilities or just takes them more seriously) he'd ask you if there was anything he could help you with.

And as a matter of fact, you did include him in your plans for the livestream. You custom made him a v-tuber avatar to match with yours. You nervously asked him if it was ok to make him a white fox wearing his outfit. Fujin was so ecstatic over the virtual matching outfits he kissed you as a response.

Needless to say, you raised 500 over the intended goal. And you trended as "top 5 cutest tuber couples" for months.

Liu kang:

Liu kang knew of "tuber" stuff, he just didn't really have an interest in knowing more. However when he found out that you were quite popular as a "v-tuber" he watched one of your streams and was glad he did. Liu saw you in a whole new light, you were so passionate in entertainment it was almost as close as Johnny cage. However, biased as liu might be, you were FAR better than the actor. With no offense to Johnny cage..

When he heard you were doing a charity stream he was more than happy to not only watch, but donate a little bit himself. Liu admired that, despite being popular, you never let fame get to your head. And instead use it to do good.

Liu kang couldn't help but have the biggest smile on his face when you gave him a shout out and committed to a whole half hour bit of you gushing over him. Which is where you originally intended to end the stream after the goal was met but since you saw his name in the donations you went a bit off track.

Kung lao:

Kung lao has only ever used the internet for two things, to look up what some English words mean (liu kang had always been farther ahead of him with the nuance of english, specifically one time looking up what "nuance" ment in mandarin. Translation is a nightmare) and listen to music.

When you mentioned you were a "v-tuber" and had to explain it to him. Kung lao indulged to see one of your livestreams. And just when the monk thought he couldn't get any more smitten with you, he swears he's going to marry you. Eventually.

When you mentioned you were doing a charity, kung lao was not only extremely supportive. He mentioned it whenever it was appropriate. Needless to say you were shocked at how many donations were coming in. With so many supportive messages, you nearly started to cry when, at the last leg of the donation goal, an anonymous donator not only fulfilled the charity goal, it broke it by thousands. And you knew who it was by the donation message alone, you've been around the hot shot celebrity/earthrealm warrior Johnny cage long enough to know exactly how he talks even in text.

After the event you went to thank kung lao for spreading the word. Kung lao tried to be humble about it, but you kissing him just made him propose to you on the spot.

Regardless of your answer then and there. Kung lao is just happy and blessed he met such a beautiful soul like you.

Rain:

Rain is a bit confused about using earthrealm's "internet" but even he had to admit it was extremely useful. And also extremely annoying. No wifi in outworld nor edenia sucks.

Rain often has to visit you just to use it. And that's how he learned you were a "v-tuber". He never thought you were the "idol" type, but when he watched you do your live stream in real time, you had so much confidence and passion in acting out as your "internet persona". Rain thought he couldn't fall harder for you, and for once he wasn't mad when he was wrong.

When you casually mentioned a charity livestream to support earthrealm's wildlife. Rain took that as a grand gesture to display his affections to you. Of course he gets a bit offended when you get the donation, and not recognize him. Although rain reflects that maybe he should have told you his username was "trueroyalrainpurple" before hand. (All the ones he wanted were already taken, rain is so annoyed with the internet)

Regardless you're happy you fulfilled your goals and give rain a big kiss before, and after he tells you that he made the big donation to surpass the goal.

Nightwolf:

Nightwolf is confused and annoyed why people are surprised that he knows how to program, let alone know how to use the internet. Must be some sort of stupid sterotyping. Regardless he absolutely supports your "v-tuber" career. When he can, he has helped you troubleshoot a game or "technical issues" more than once.

You have begged him to join you at least once during your livestreams. But unfortunately he never has the time. But this time he does, and you both decided on a charity stream. He even designs a matching v-tuber avatar with you. Although you are a bit jealous his is so much cooler looking than yours, which nightwolf laughs and kisses your cheek endearingly.

The moment you exceed the goal you share a "virtual tuber kiss" that has the internet talking for several months. Many clamor for nightwolf to become a v-tuber like you, unfortunately he has far too many responsibilities to even try something like this again. Perhaps in a different life when the realms aren't in jeopardy every 5 gods damn days.

BONUS SHANG UNDER CUT

(Bc im on a role!)

Shang tsung:

This man hasn't touched a computer since 1995. Which means he views the modern internet just like someone's dad. He just learned what a meme is not too long ago. Of course, shang tsung is easily adaptable and gets the hang of things with time.

Shang tsung was surprised that you were something of a popular idol on the internet. He was ready to support your endeavors as you were his favorite little soul.

The hardest part for shang tsung was deciding if he wanted to be anonymous when donating to your livestream charity. Or be bold and let you know exactly who gives you everything you always want.

Regardless, shang tsung knows you're going to be so happy. And that means more lovey kissy time. All according to his flawless plan to appease his little blossom.

#mortal kombat #x reader #xreader #fujin mortal kombat #liu kang mortal kombat #kung lao mortal kombat #mortal kombat rain #nightwolf mortal kombat #shang tsung mortal kombat

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how is one supposed to let people know about legitimate predators (ex. toonimal, squimpus) though. because those were both people with large following, many followers of whom who minors. how do you protect those people from being preyed on when they don't know they follow a creep?

See, you're probably not gonna like the answer.

You talk to them.

One on one. On an individual basis, leveraging your personal connection with them and putting your name and face to what you're saying. That way you will only speak about it to people you know and trust, and you will only speak up about things you know for a fact.

That's the thing about callouts, yeah? They don't work. They're ostensibly there to deplatform abusers and terrible people, but in practice they're just vectors of harassment.

Here's what people do when they see a callout in my experience having been online more than 25 years in one way or another:

Nothing. Because they're desensitized by the overuse of horrific things for shock value and the watering down of terms for the sake of internet drama, and therefore they just assume it's another round of nonsense. Or because they don't know anyone involved, so it's meaningless to them.

They harass the accuser, because they know the abuser or are fans of them, and they know nothing about the accuser, and there's no personal connection with anyone platforming the callout so they assume it's in bad faith (which is not unfounded, considering a not insignificant number of callouts are made in bad faith).

They harass the abuser, because they firmly believe there's no other avenue for justice or for them to face any kind of consequences for what they did, which is, by the nature of internet harassment, virtually indistinguishable from any other campaign of internet harassment and therefore laughably easy to reframe as prosecution, which in turn only allows the abuser to expand their platform and further launder the public image.

They turn the whole situation into a fucking football rivalry. Each side is seen as ambiguous and unreliable and then people take turns yelling at each other and using adherence to one or the other as a signifier of group belonging which encourages unnuanced, knee-jerk escalation that focuses on scrutinizing all parts and trying to find any kind of morally questionable or unpolished aspect of them, as a person to justify a deluge of vitriol so they can reroute into either 2 or 3, depending on their findings.

None of those materially protects marginalized people or deter abusers from continuing their bad behavior.

So called-whisper networks/campaigns have a long history protecting marginalized people in a hostile world that seeks to hurt them.

That's what believing the victims means, btw.

If someone tells you they've been victimized, you focus on them. What they need and how you can best support them. Help them fund raise, buy them groceries, offer a place of privacy and support to unload their burden. And because you believe them, you reach out to people you know personally and leverage that personal connection to say "hey, someone I trust has shared this with me, and so I'm asking you to step away/put some distance for your own safety."

It's a gross conversation to have. It's uncomfortable and inconvenient. But it's supposed to be. You put yourself at risk of people turning around and deciding they don't believe you, or demanding that you provide proof, which you might not have because what you were told was told in confidence. It will ruin friendships because it turns out you do not share the same principles as people you thought you did.

That's good. That's intended.

I don't want people who don't believe victims in my circles. That's how support networks are formed. That's how railroads work.

You wanna stop abusers with big platforms? Go small. Granular. Weave a web to catch survivors. Because you will find survivors. You will find people who were brutalized and kept silent because they didn't know how to trust. They didn't know what was happening and they didn't know they could speak up. It is grueling, tiresome, dangerous work.

But it actually works, and it centers on the victims and potential victims, instead of clout-chasing and grandstanding and performative gestures to let the world know you care, but not enough to actually put your name and your face behind it.

#rie answers #Anonymous