#i have to go to sleep and not have gender spirals right now but. damn.

[toopunkrockforshul]

God I just remembered watching Jenna Marbles videos in like middle school on how to pad your bra and do like contour and stuff to give yourself more intense cleavage and. That really was drag wasn't it. I was just doing drag lol.

#personal #like i was really out here with a full ass girlsona that i would put on every day to go to school #see also the rings of eyeliner i was wearing (though someone that was just the realities of being an emo adjacent teen of any gender) #i still do drag i feel like when i dress really femininely but i do it in such a different way and with way more conscious intention? #wild #i have to go to sleep and not have gender spirals right now but. damn. #gender tag #(cause now i prefer dresses and such that are big skirt tight flat chest but back in the day it was the lowcut tank top bootcut jeans era so #we made do i guess)

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

A few headcanons for Captain John Price x anxious Reader (gender neutral) for self-indulgent reasons (sfw):

You tried so hard for so long to keep your anxiety hidden from John but he’s a smart man, he figured out something was wrong well before you ever let on.

If he sees your hands getting shaky, he’ll curve his warm, strong palm over the back of your neck to ground you.

“Just breathe, love. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? That’s it.”

In crowded places, he’ll hold your hand, or keep his hand anchored at the small of your back as reassurance that he’s there for you.

Will take your hand and tuck it into the crook of his elbow, too.

When you try to sneak away to ward off an impending panic attack that you can feel barreling down on you at 100mph, John had already clocked that something was off. You were fidgety, wide-eyed, and short of breath, so he kept an eye on you, even if he’d been distracted and his attention pulled elsewhere.

So when you disappeared, he goes looking for you.

Finds you huddled in the bathroom or a closet, hugging your knees to your chest, wheezing and hiccuping.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s all this? No, don’t hide your face from me.”

He takes your hand as he sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into the solid warmth of his side.

“Squeeze my hand. Good girl/boy. Breathe with me. You’re all right. Everything is going to be fine, love. It’s okay.”

When you won’t stop apologizing, he doesn’t snap at you to stop it. He doesn’t lose his patience for repeatedly reminding you that it’s not your fault and you have nothing to apologize for.

At first, he’ll brush a kiss to your temple, his breath warm, his beard scratchy.

“We’ll work through it together, yeah?”

And if you continue to babble apologies, he’ll grasp your chin with a firm but gentle hand and he’ll tilt your head to look him in the eye.

“Enough of that now, love,” he says, his voice soft but his tone indicating it wasn’t up for debate. “You’re not a burden. You’re not broken. And this doesn’t change a damn thing about the way I feel toward you.”

When you start spiraling down a what if rabbit hole, catastrophizing, John will use that same soft, commanding tone to bring you back to the present. He won’t coddle you but he won’t berate you either. He knows the best way for you to manage your anxiety is confronting and changing your thought patterns on your own so you feel empowered to do it again the next time it happens.

But he will ALWAYS make sure that you don’t feel abandoned, that you know you have his support.

When he physically can’t be there, especially when he’s wrapped up in a mission, he leaves you a letter or a notebook “for emergencies” so that you still have his words with you even if he can’t be present with you right now.

When your thoughts are keeping you awake and your brain won’t calm down, John will roll over, drape the weight of his arm around your middle, and mumble tired words into your neck with a voice rough from sleep.

“Don���t think about that, love. Think about the first time I kissed you. Do you remember how tongue-tied you were? You were so bloody shy, it was adorable.”

When you tell him about something you were struggling with - like fighting off anxiety at work, or going into a new place by yourself even though you were scared to death - this man’s face gets SO SOFT FOR YOU. A warm smile spreads across his face and he envelopes you in a hug, kissing the top of your head as he whispers that he’s so fucking proud of you, love.

If you take medication for your anxiety, he’ll make sure you have a little dish for your pills at every meal so you don’t take them on an empty stomach and you start your day off right.

If you don’t take medication but you use other methods to cope, i.e. yoga, meditation, etc., he’ll make sure your space is comfortable, safe, and clean. Asks if you have yoga/meditation on your schedule today.

If you have a particularly bad day and all your progress feels like you’ve taken ten giant steps back, John won’t bat an eye. And he won’t pressure you to “get over it”.

He’ll order your food for you as soon as you give the signal.

He’ll cover for you seamlessly at parties when you need to excuse yourself early.

He’ll make that call you’ve been dreading for ages.

But John also recognizes when you need to face those things on your own, too. He can tell when you’re just not up for it because you’re exhausted and your headspace is Not Great.

He also knows you well enough to recognize when you could tackle the issue but you’re simply trying to avoid it. That’s when he’ll push you, because he fully believes in you, even if you don’t believe in yourself.

If you’re the type to get anxious about the news, or triggering topics in movies/tv shows/etc, he’ll gladly shift the conversation away from the news and onto more pleasant topics. And he’ll vet movies and tv shows beforehand, warning you exactly where triggers might be and offering alternatives if you’d prefer something else instead.

Sometimes, you get into a really bad headspace. You question why John tolerates all the work you put him through in this relationship. You question why a man like him in a high stress, violent, dangerous job would ever want to be around someone like you who struggles to make a phone call without freaking out.

John will turn his FULL attention on you in moments like that. Everything comes to a stop.

He takes your arms and loops them around his waist so you hold onto him like an anchor.

Then he cups your face in his hands as he looks at you.

And he reminds you that you are not your anxiety. It’s a symptom, a physical response, like a hiccup. He loves the person that you are, your kind heart and your laugh and your sense of humor.

He will gladly do the work required to keep you in his life because he thinks you’re worth it. It’s not your fault that you feel this way, and he sees how hard you try to manage it.

He doesn’t regret a moment of your relationship, even when your anxiety wakes him up, or when he has to repeat himself a dozen times because no, honey, I swear, I’m not mad at you.

John sees glimpses of confidence in you when you feel empowered and supported. He sees you grow stronger through his patience with you. That’s why he believes you’re worth the “hassle” as you call it. You’re not a hassle to him.

He compares it to managing his team - when any of them doubt themselves, it’s because they don’t feel supported, it’s because they feel like their team members don’t believe in them. His team thrives on hard won trust, mutual respect, and the psychological safety that comes with knowing someone has their back when things get ugly.

That’s what he wants to be for you.

“What if you get tired of me?” you whisper.

He shakes his head. “You know I’m too stubborn for that, love. I don’t give up easy.”

No matter what private war zone you have going on in your head, John is a fighter and he’ll always forge through the chaos to fight alongside you.

Masterlist

#cod #captain john price x reader #captain john price imagines #cod imagines #fics #recs #writing tag #john price x reader #john price #captain john price #john price imagines

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Hello, uh- if you don't mind- could you do something of Pavitr comforting a transmasc(he/him) person going through dysphoria? for example wearing baggy clothes more often, having hard times sleeping, general body dysmorphia, etc?

I would prefer romantic with fluff/angst but no smut please!!

and if possible,, could it maybe include some fluffy kisses and cuddles?

sorryyyy if not that's totally good it's just that he's a comfort character for me and I would really appreciate the comfort right now. if you do end up replying- thanks so much and I love your work!!

Handsome-est Of All

Trigger Warnings: Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysmorphia, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, dealing with transphobia, Negative Thoughts, pav being the sweetest bf, misuse of fairy tales dialogues mwahaha A/N: anon, may I just hug you for this ask? Because Ajsjdhjsk thank you for this one so much! <3 D/n = dead name Y/n = your name

Also read on AO3

They had called. Again. 

You had finally come out as your true self after so long, moving to a new residency to avoid bullying and abuse - the least thing you could do for yourself. It wasn't completely safe out there yet for trans people, but you managed. 

Yet somehow, they knew. 

You cursed yourself. Should've never picked up the damn call! But perhaps, you had hoped there was at least a teeny tiny bit that they changed, that maybe you can make them understand; what it meant to you, how it was.. different and freeing. How this lifted the weight you've been subconsciously carrying since ever. How it felt as if being let out of a coffin; you could finally breathe.

But they had to ruin that too. 

"Are you still not out of that phase, yet?" "C'mon, D/n, snap out of this." "Really? And what are you going to do about ..that?" "You still have it!" "We won't support you if you keep this up." "You just want attention." 

You've cut the call long ago but those words.. they keep swirling in your head. You know none of it is true but.. but.. 

You sigh. The body dysmorphia you tried so hard to fight was back. And even if you know who you are now, it didn't stop the hurt. Tears flowed on their own volition down your cheeks.

Everything you had been running and tried to run from caught up to you. And that feeling of being stuck in the wrong body. It was like being young again -feeling lesser than, feeling like your body was always missing something, feeling like you were someone else... and the stress it put on you to conform to something you aren't.

It's just a phase. 

You'll grow out of it. 

It's still there!

"Why does life have to be hell for me!? It's not my fault I was born this way!", you cry, clutching your knees to your chest as you weep. 

The oversized hoodie sags around you. Why am I never enough!? Why can't I just have a normal life!? Why am I WRONG!?

Add to that sleepless nights, eating disorders and hiding your wrong body under baggy clothes. You wanted to pass, but you couldn't risk binders due to medical conditions. Sometimes, it feels as if everything is against you, like it's closing in on you. Your hand begins to shake from the stress and you grit your teeth and take deep breaths to calm down. 

'It's not your fault. It's not your fault, Y/n', you reassure yourself. 

Sniffing, you move to the bathroom to wash you face. Bad choice. You forgot about the mirror inside and when you saw your reflection in it, the nightmare returned. The same reason you've avoided taking pictures. All too stupidly feminine, not masculine enough how much ever you try, stupid boobs, stupid voice, stupid wrong body. You turn yourself around: fat in the wrong places, too big, too short, too lean, too wrong.

It's still there.

You wish to stop the voices in your head, it hurts, but you can't. It feels like spiraling into a wormhole and it's mentally draining. Depression pulls you into the void and any thought you had of eating has been gone. You quickly splash water on your face and get out of the bathroom, back to your bed. 

Curled up into a ball, you sigh, letting the tears flow freely. If only I can be right for once..

_____

Pavitr swings home buying take out for his favorite roommate and boyfriend- You. It was your favorite street food, and nevermind if it was past midnight now because you'd always be up for this one dish. 

But also because Pav was concerned you weren't eating properly. He had observed your eating habits change for the past couple days but he didn't show he knew it, not wanting you to hide from him too. 

You knew of his secret identity so it's not a surprise when he sticks to your closed window in full spider-hero attire, knocking to be let in. 

_______

"Hey, lover boy, let me in!"

You startle, not expecting him so soon. He usually comes back in the early morning after a whole night of patrolling the city.

Quickly wiping your eyes and making sure it isn't obvious, you pull down your baggy hoodie to cover your body. Finally, you open the window, hoping nothing seemed suspicious. 

"You okay, Y/n?", he asks even before he steps in. "Were you crying?" 

He knew you were when you didn't respond with the usual Three Little Piggies dialogue. 

"No -no, just.. wasn't expecting you so early. All good?" 

You didn't want him to know they got to you. And perhaps, you feared that they may be right and Pavitr will agree too, despite knowing he doesn't. 

"They called again?" 

Your silence is all the answer he needs to come and sit beside you. "Wanna talk about it, babe?" 

You shake your head and he goes quiet, pulling you into a hug, patting a soothing hand down your back as tears fill your eyes. Somehow it feels better with Pav just being there. 

Life was so much tolerable with him being there for you. 

"Why do only bad things happen to me!?", you sob, clutching his shoulder tightly like a lifeline. You fear if you let go, it might all be a dream and you'll wake up in your cold bed back there, stuck in the same body you've tried to get out of. "Why am I never enough?" 

Why must I always be a disappointment!? Why can I never be right!?

Pavitr simply cradles you in his embrace, kissing away your tears and whispering words of reassurance. He holds your hand and brings it to his chest as you rest your head on his shoulders, the steady thump of heartbeat beneath your palm calming you down. 

You choke out a sigh, tears slowing down. Why is it so hard to have a normal life?

"C'mere, big boy." 

You lean your head back to look up at him and Pavitr responds by kissing the edge of your lips sweetly. “I want you to always remember that I’m here for you. I care about you and I’ll support you no matter what, okay? Forget about those assholes." 

You were unable to respond verbally with the sadness overwhelming you, negativity corrupting your thoughts. And Pavitr knew exactly the doubt plaguing your mind. 

"You are a man, and no one can change that." 

For some reason you are still unable to accept it, shaking your head as you push yourself further into the crook of his neck, quietly feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he kisses the top of your head. His musk cologne is relaxing and finally, you're in control of your emotions but you still can't look up. 

"I look too feminine", you mumble, fidgeting with the sleeve of your blue hoodie, trying to pull it down and sag your body so your chest isn't too obvious.

Blue was a color that makes you feel better, feel more masculine and comfortable in times like these. 

"You're always a man to me, babe. Plus, you just don't vibe female, my handsome Prince." 

The words are magic and they instantly make you feel better. And coming from Pavitr Prabhakar means a lot to you. 

A stray tear escapes your eye, but this is one of joy. Pavitr surges forward, peppering your face in kisses making you laugh. 

"Aww, I didn't know you were such a sappy guy!" , you tease but he just grins in reply. It's contagious, making you grin too. You cup his face and lean in for a kiss. "And you're my Knight in Shining Spider armour." 

It's the first time you guys have kissed like that -deep and full of emotion- and he's quite mesmerized, eyes closed even after you pull away. Sure, you've kissed before but this, for some reason is absolutely magical. 

Your stomach chooses just then to rumble embarrassingly loud. And sure enough, Pavitr had bought your appetite back too. 

Your eyes only then find the street food he's bought for you, the smell wafting to your nose teasingly. Your taste buds get excited, on the verge of salivating. Pavitr encourages you to take it and you eat your fill happily, feeding some to your superhot superhero bf. 

"You just became Boyfriend of The Year, Pav." 

He keeps looking at you in awe, sub-consciously touching his lips. 

"What?", you chuckle, smiling at the silly lovestruck face he's wearing. 

His thumb reaches oh-so-gently to collect the gravy on the edge of your lips, making you all warm and tingly on the inside. Your heart pumps faster as he wipes it off, lingering a bit. This was much more intimate than anything you've ever done and oh, God, his eyes are sparkling in the moonlight -you wanna kiss him so bad. 

"My Handsome Prince, handsome-est of them all." 

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Pav: *gets hit in the face with a pillow* ow, babe You: that is for ruining a romantic moment I've googled a lot and tried to understand.. feedback and concrits are welcome! Pls do lmk if anything is wrong/offensive or needs to be tagged/warned. Hope you enjoyed it! <3

#PLS READ THE TAGS BEFORE YOU PROCEED! #tw #Pavitr x you #pavitr x y/n #pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x male reader #pavitr prabhakar x transmasc reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr my beloved #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr prabhakar x m!reader #pavitr x male reader #pavitr x m!reader #TW #spiderman india

[rocknruby]

is  that  KRISTEN  STEWART ?   no ,  that’s  just  RUBY  STERN ,  the TWENTY - THREE  year  old  soloist .  they  are  up - and - coming  and  are  known  to  be  WITHDRAWN  &  SKITTISH  but  can  also  be  GENEROUS  &  DECISIVE .  they  remind  us  of  THE  SMUDGED  REMAINS  OF  YESTERDAY’S  EYELINER ,  GLITTER  YOU  JUST  CAN’T  SEEM  TO  WASH  OFF ,  LEATHER  STILL  WORN  ON  HOT  DAYS ,  AND  BLANK  UNREADABLE  STARES .  their  aesthetic  is  reminiscent  of  PLAYGROUND  TWIST  by  SIOUXSIE  AND  THE  BANSHEES .

heyo !  i’m  jesse ,  but  since  there’s  already  a  jessie  here ,  you  can  go  ahead  and  call  me  jas !  i  haven’t  been  part  of  a  group  in  a  while  ( nothing  until  now  in  the  tags  that  really interested  me ) ,  so  bear  with  me  here  as  i  try  to  get  back  in  the  groove  of  things !

STATS  ⸺⸺

FULL  NAME:   ruby  lynn  stern . DATE OF BIRTH:   september  16th . AGE:   twenty - three . GENDER:   cis  woman. PRONOUNS:   she / her . ORIENTATION:   bisexual  &  biromantic  ( fem leaning ) . BIRTHPLACE:   san  jon ,  new  mexico . OCCUPATION:   solo artist  ( but  wishes  she  had  a  band ) . FAMILY:   irene  harris ( mother ) ,  chester  stern  ( father ) . VOICE CLAIM:   cherie  currie .

PERSONALITY  ⸺⸺

FAV  LABEL  ARTISTS:   hell  hounds ,  lead  balloon . FAV  SONGS:   astronomy  ( blue  öyster  cult ) ,  move  it  (  suzi  cuatro ) . LIKES:   sleeping  in ,  night  drives .   DISLIKES:   parties ,  cold  weather . FEARS:  heights ,  skating  of  any  kind ,  being  alone .

BIO  ⸺⸺

born  in  the  ass - end  of  nowhere  and  raised  by  an  over - protective  single  mother  who  seldom  let  her  go  outside ,  ruby  stern  grew  up  bored .  her  life  was  empty  outside  of  school  and  family  get - togethers ,  and  it  ultimately  made  for  a  girl  who  was  a  little  unorthodox  and  a  lot  restless ,  finding  fun  in  breaking  rules  and  causing  trouble .  if  not  for  the  family  reunion  of  1966 ,  she  might  have  always  been like  this  —  but  in  a  stroke  of  luck ,  she  met  and  befriended  a  musically - inclined  cousin  and  decided  right  then  and  there  that  music  could  be  her  getaway . 

she  started  off  singing  and  went  right  to  school  talent  shows  with  it .  by  no  means  did  she  have  the  voice  of  an  angel ,  but  she  had  potential  enough  that  the  choir  director  contacted  her  mother  and  had  her  reeled  in .  with  the  guidance  of  a  teacher ,  ruby  improved  substantially  and  eventually  worked  her  way  into  being  the  choir’s  prized  soloist .  it  was ,  unfortunately ,  all  she  had  going  for  her ;  until  she  got  her  license  and  could  finally  go  where  she  pleased ,  mother’s  complaints  be  damned .

wanting  a  band  but  having  no  friends  and  poor  social  skills ,  ruby  resolved  instead  to  learning  guitar .  she  had  to  be  fully  self - taught  in  this  regard ,  but  when  she  finally  felt  that  she  could  play  well  enough  to  get  away  with  it ,  she  started  bringing  her  talents  to  public  venues .  anywhere  that  would  take  her ,  she’d  preform .  the  only  problem  was  that  there  was  never  much  going  on ,  so  as  soon  as  she  turned  18 ,  she  remedied  that ,  saying  goodbye  to  her  mother  and  heading  out  for  new  york  city ,  where  her  favorite  cousin  lived .

without  her  mother ,  ruby  began  to  realize  just  how  daunting  it  was  to  be  independent  and  alone .  it  was  a  good  thing  her  cousin  let  her  stay  with  her ,  because  ruby  may  have  crumbled  under  the  pressure  of  new  york  otherwise .  as  difficult  as  it  all  was ,  she  began  to  make  a  name  for  herself  in  the  underground  scene ,  outspoken  only  when  it  came  to  getting  gigs  and  never  taking  no  as  an  answer .  it  was  only  a  few  years  before  fortune  records  took  notice  of  her ,  and  from  there  things  spiraled  as  she  was  pulled  up  from  the  underground  and  given  a  bigger  chance  at  recognition .

maybe  she  doesn’t  always  handle  it  well ,  and  maybe  she  sometimes  wishes  she  was  back  at  home  and  out  of  any  kind  of  spotlight ,  but  at  the  end  of  the  day ,  ruby’s  glad  to  be  here .

WANTED  ⸺⸺

FIRST  BEST  FRIEND:  a  best  friend  is  something  ruby’s  never  had  but  always  dreamed  about .  someone  who  understands  her  ( that  she  can  understand  in  return ) ,  someone who  always  wants  her  there ,  someone  she  can  feel  comfortable  around  ...  it’d  be  nice ,  that’s  for  sure .

MORE TBA .

#fortune.intro #going to be adding more but rn take this. hi #also pretty sure this isnt going to show up in tags yet so wailing in despair abt that

[lemonadeinaglass]

Night's Wonders

Notes: Hiii it's my first time writing & posting a fanfic so sorry in advance if she's not "in-character" since there's still a lot of unknown info abt her and so this is my interpretation of her and if there's no coherent plot in this bc I wrote this at 3 am while suffering from toothache 😭😭😭 BWAHAHAHAHAHAHSHA anyways, I saw a bunch of Yan!Tsaritsa fanfics here on tumblr and decided to hop on the train ASFGHKGJLUPM there's just something hot about the way genshin writers wrote her like- damn shawty if u ever need a chair I'm right here my queen also I named her Czarina cuz y not :DDD also if you find any mistakes pls feel free to correct me tysm!!!

Night's Wonders (Gender neutral reader x Yandere Tsaritsa)

—In which The Tsaritsa tries to pinpoint the reason and the start of her eternal love, or rather, the everlasting obsession she feels towards you.

Warning; Yandere Tsaritsa, Implications of kidnapping

It didn't matter when or where it started. All the god knew was that she was in love, or if what she feels can still be called love.

"Your eyes are so beautiful…"

Perhaps that's where it all started.

That damned sentence was what made her fall, and fall hard she did.

For despite the fact that her eyes were ones of a cold-blooded murderer, a certain someone still managed to find beauty in its depths colder than the harshest winters this world has ever faced.

"I will always be here if you ever need me, Czarina."

Or maybe this phrase is the one that started it all?

The assurance that she'll always have the warmest of embrace to rely on did wonders to her lonely mind, extensively holding on to the promise of everlasting tranquility and warmth in the hands of the woman's companion.

"I love you, Czarina."

Ah.

But this might be where it all started spiralling downwards?

The day her companion realized the affections they held towards the God of Cryo. Strange, but for some reason, it comforts the god that her beloved fell in love with Czarina herself, and not the mask of the archon she walks around with.

It brings her joy and warmth knowing she can be relaxed and tranquil without any worries beside the one she holds dear the most.

"I'm sorry Czarina, but I have to go…"

What?

She was leaving her.

She was leaving her behind, after promising to always be there for the god. Had they been a liar? Did the woman do something wrong to deserve such a harsh punishment?! Tell her! Tell her what it is that made you so upset to warrant a farewell?!

No. She can't— she won't let this happen!

"You belong here in Snezhnaya with me, my love. There is no changing that fact."

That's what she said to you the day of your supposed departure.

Because that's the truth. Your only rightful place is by her side, ruling all over Snezhnaya, and soon, all over Celestia.

She can't help it if your voice, more enchanting than that of a songstress, is the one that silenced the embroiled turbulence in her mind,

How your eyes, brighter than the stars glimmering above, look at her in nothing but pure kindness and adoration,

Or how your touch, warmer than the spring sun, soothes the turmoils and battles of her frosted heart.

And now, as she looks at your peaceful visage in slumber, she mused…

"When did it all start?"

But that is a query to ponder for another day. For now, the Tsaritsa will enjoy the quiet respite offered by the blanket of the night…

Before she inevitably goes back to facing the harsh and complicated reality of what she took away from her darling lover.

"Czarina?"

"Shhh… Go back to sleep, my dear…"

"O-Okay… Good night Czarina."

"I love you, (Y/N)."

However, at the end of the day, The Tsaritsa believes that everything's worth it and fair when it comes to them, her love, her warmth, and her sunlight.

fin.

#genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #yandere Tsaritsa #yandere Tsaritsa x reader #yandere archon #yandere cryo archon #yandere archon x reader #yandere cryo archon x reader #the tsaritsa #tsaritsa x reader #archon #archon x reader

[hikarimiyanaga]

Loving You (Part 5)

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4

Because exams make me stressed. But I did get through some of them. And I think I only have one more to go! So here comes an update!

Warning : Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words. Mentions of Bullying. Indication of Self-Harm.

Also, just tell me if I need to add more warnings so I can edit as quickly as I can.

Taglist : @mitchiesdungeon / @upsidedowndanvers / @trikruismybitch / @fayhar / @madamevirgo

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Monday comes and you stretch your body. You were spent yesterday. There was an emergency at the firm, so your Mom and your sisters had to be there. So you spent half of the day cleaning the house with your Ma but then she also had to go because the emergency got bigger so you had to go do all the cleaning and chores by yourself. You also didn’t get to talk to Wanda because your phone was inside your room all day. The morning was a blur and you snap out of your daze when someone talks to you.

“Did I do something wrong?” Wanda asks before you could even go to your locker. You furrow your eyebrows and shake your head.

“What? No.”

“Then why didn’t you talk with me yesterday?” You yawn.

“Do I have to?” Wanda gets taken aback as you push past her. She looks shocked at your question. She thought that things were going well? Did she really do something wrong? She clutches her chest as she goes to her first class. Pietro pushes you away from your locker and you let him. It was like the old times where people just shove you or push you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you an idiot?” You don’t answer. You just get your book and close your locker. “Y/LN!” He grabs your arm and you have had enough.

You haven’t had enough sleep.

Your body hurts like someone just smashed it with a sledgehammer.

People are suddenly talking to you.

Your own family doesn’t trust you.

Janine just tried to bully you again last week. You had a nightmare about all the things she had done last year.

You got mad so suddenly because people think you’re trying something when you just want a quiet life.

You’re falling faster and you can’t risk it if Wanda is not your soulmate because you knew that if you do fall then that’s it. A one-time deal that you had no say in.

You dread every day that you get older because it’s just a step away in proving to everyone that you won’t get accepted to colleges.

You’re a Beta who doesn’t deserve to live.

Tears fall and you take a deep breath. Pietro lets go and you thank the stars. You don’t need anyone trying something with you today. You were silent as you wipe your tears away while going to your class.

-

“Y/LN.” Natasha calls out during lunch and you sigh. You were inside the library and people still somehow found you. You look up to her and sigh as you pack up your things and get your bag. She drags you outside and you just let her. Will this be the day that the Avengers would finally bully you? You just hope they don’t drag along Wanda… damn it. It’s your fault again. Your stomach falls as Natasha drags you to the cafeteria. Will they publicly humiliate you?

“Natasha! What are you-“ Natasha stops as you both get to their table.

“Explain.” You stop as Wanda hides behind Pietro.

“What?”

“Why are you suddenly being a dick?” Angel holds out her hand for them to stop.

“Why are you wearing a jacket?” You pull down your sleeves to hide your wrists and both Wanda and Angel lunge at you, you try to push them away but Natasha tackles you down. She holds you down as Wanda and Angel look at your wrists. They let go as they gasp. You stop resisting and sigh. Natasha checks and glares at you.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” She shouts at you and you don’t even flinch. You look at her with blank eyes and she gulps. What the hell happened?

“Get off me.” You mumble and Natasha complies. You get your bag and get the letter that you received yesterday. “Here.” You hold it out to Wanda and she shakily gets it. You stand and try to leave but Angel stops you. Wanda opens it and cries as she reads. She hugs you and gives Angel the letter. You don’t hug her back.

“What the hell!? Who the fuck sent this!?” Angel shouts and Natasha snatches the letter out of her hand. “You fucking assholes!” Pietro holds Angel back as the Avengers read the letter. Their faces get angrier by the second.

“Who the fuc-“

“Does it matter?” Wanda pulls away and you snatch the letter up. “It’s the truth anyways. Hope you had-“ Angel slaps you and you scoff. “Is that-“ Pietro grabs your collar. He snarls at you.

“This isn’t the truth! For fuck’s sake!”

“It is.” You mumble and Wanda grabs your hand. She drags you to the courtyard and pushes you on the bench that you two always hung out on. She straddles you and you immediately feel calm. She whispers comforting words and you can’t help but hug her. You realize your actions while in daze and you can’t help but cry. You whisper your apologies over and over but Wanda just keep shushing you and rubbing your back.

-

You groan as the school bell rings. You went to the nurse and got your wrists bandaged up. You’ve been out of it and only went to classes like a drone.

“You okay?” You nod at Angel and get your things into your bag. It’s a good thing that your hand just wrote notes automatically since you knew that nothing got inside your head. “Let’s start tomorrow, okay? Rest up.”

“Thanks.” You mumble as you get out of your last class. You realize that two people were waiting for you and Angel.

“Hey, babe.” Angel greets and Natasha smiles as they hold hands. They kiss and Angel turns to you. “Bye, Y/N, Wanda.”

“Bye.” You both say and wave at them as they leave. You sigh as you face her.

“Wanda. I’m really sorr-“ She hugs you and you hug her back.

“Don’t be. Just.” She pulls away and flicks your forehead. “Tell me next time.”

“About?”

“The letter and the thoughts.” You nod and sigh. You both walk outside.

“It’s just.” You sigh as you run a hand along your hair. “My thoughts got out of hand and there was just no one else in the house.” You clench your fists. “They spiraled before I noticed.” Wanda holds your hand and you calm down.

“That’s why tell me. I’ll run to you if you ever have them.”

“Why?” She smiles and pulls you closer to her.

“Because I meant what I said. I don’t think I could live without you.” You kiss her and she kisses you back.

“Aren’t we moving too fast? We just met a month ago.” She chuckles and pulls away.

“Maybe. But I don’t care.” She intertwines her hand to yours. “This feels right. You feel right.” You smile at her words.

“I love you.” Wanda’s heart beat faster and you smirk as she blushes. “I love how your hand fits with mine. How your scent calms me down. How kissing you feels like I’m on cloud nine.”

“Sweet talker.” She kisses you.

“No. Just being honest.”

-

You go to school next day with your bandaged wrists exposed and you feel everyone stare at them. You go to Wanda’s locker.

“Hey.” She smiles at you and closes her locker. She takes your hand and you kiss her.

“You’re not covering them.” You hum as you both go to your locker.

“Mom and Ma got angry which is why I’m going to Therapy later. Sorry I can’t meet with you.” She shakes her head as you take your books.

“Your emotional health takes priority.” You pout as you close your locker.

“But you’re my cure.” She pushes you away and you chuckle.

“Shut up.” She mumbles as you take her hand.

“Y/N? No jacket?” Angel asks as she, Natasha, Steve, Bucky and Pietro approach you two.

“Nope.” You show them your wrist and shrugs. “Why bother?” Angel smiles. “By the way, can we start on Thursday for the project? I have a session today and a date tomorrow.”

“Oh? So it’s official now? You two are dating?”

“Oh. They are if they’re not then I’m going to beat up Y/N.” You chuckle as Wanda rolls her eyes.

“You’re only older by twelve minutes, Pietro, don’t push it.”

“Older is older, Wanda.” You laugh as you all get to class.

-

Lunch comes and Wanda picks you up from your classroom. You both go to the cafeteria.

“Finally eating like normal people?” Angel asks as you and Wanda sit on their table.

“We do eat.”

“Sandwiches and juice. The cafeteria offers much more.” You shrug as you eat.

“Convenient is convenient.” Angel shakes her head at you.

“Y/LN.” Tony calls out and you look at him.

“What’s up?”

“Sorry for being sexist assholes.” You stop and so does everyone else around you. They wait with bated breath. “We judged before we even knew you.” You smile at him and before you could even reply, Natasha says something first.

“Sorry for getting jealous. I don’t like it when anyone else asks for Angel’s number.” You chuckle and nod.

“Thank you for apologizing.” Tony holds out his hand and you accept it.

-

“Y/N!” Alsie calls out from her car and you turn to Wanda.

“That’s my ride. See you tomorrow?” She nods and you kiss her.

“I love you.” You grin.

“I love you too.”

-

“So what do you think was the cause?”

“Two phrases. It was ‘always your fault’… and-“ You mumble the last part and your therapist, Dr. Martin lean towards you.

“Y/N. Speak up, I’m af-“ You cut her off.

“Wanda is just pretending.”

“And you believed it?” You laugh.

“Yes. That’s why I was in a daze. I believed every line and every word.”

“Why is that?” You sigh.

“I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Everything that was happening.” You take a deep breath. “People were being nice to me. My sisters suddenly visited. My mom and ma started getting interested in my life… I guess everything was changing and I didn’t want to believe it.”

“Or rather you were afraid of it.”

“Yes.”

“I know changes are a scary thing but they are inevitable. You have all these happenings, what do you think is the root of them?”

“Wanda.”

“Who?”

“Well, she’s-“ You take a deep breath. “I think I’m falling for her.”

“Think?” You shake your head.

“I already am.” Linda smiles and you sigh. “I just- I think it’s too fast. Everything that’s happening.”

“And why is that?”

“I’m just a Beta! I don’t deserve-“

“And that’s why you’re so afraid. You’re second gender.” You nod.

“It’s the reason why I got bullied. Why teachers are ignoring me. Why people avoid me.”

“Why you also got disconnected with your own family.”

“Yes. I believed that I deserved everything because of something that I cannot control.”

“It’s good that you do remember our past sessions.” You chuckle.

“Things are changing and I have to accept them for what they are.”

“Yes. And you’re second gender?”

“Is something I did not choose nor should be ashamed of.”

-

“How’d it go?” Alsie asks as you stretch your body after leaving Dr. Martin’s office.

“Good.” Alsie nods then stands.

“Where’s the letter?”

“Why? What do you need it for?”

“Things.”

“You’re going to find who wrote it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You comply and give her the letter.

“Tell me who it is before you destroy their life, will you?”

“Why?”

“I might want to get in a punch or two.” Alsie grins and nods. You both get out and go home.

-

You go to school the next day and stretch as you walk down the hallways. You see Wanda and smile as you approach her.

“Hey, gorgeous, good morning.” “Morning.” She yawns and you take her hand.

“Is something wrong?”

“Just tired.” Pietro chuckles as he approaches you two. “Mom made her clean our garage all night.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Why?”

“She was caught sneaking out.”

“For what?”

“You. I wanted to see you.” You grin and kiss her.

“You could’ve just video call me.” She pouts.

“That’s not the same.” You laugh.

“I guess not.”

-

You hum as you sit on the bench. You just finished your date with Wanda and you were both on a stroll around the park. Wanda straddles you. You hug her and she hums.

“Don’t you have curfew today?” She frowns at you.

“Do you want me to leave?” You shake your head.

“Of course not, but I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to be a bad influence.” You kiss her. “When I meet your parents, I want them to know my intentions with you.”

“What intentions?” You hum.

“That’s for them to know and for you to find out.” She pouts and you chuckle.

-

You yawn as you and Angel hover your laptop. You were at the cafeteria with the Avengers. You’ve brought your laptop for the day so you two could start the project. Both Wanda and Natasha are fuming with your and Angel’s closeness but you just ignore them. This project costs about quarter of your grade in an AP class. Both you and Angel love them. Really. But priorities need to be put first.

“You two are serious about that project, huh?”

“Quarter of overall grade.” “AP Class.” You both answer and Natasha sighs. Wanda holds your hand and you look at her.

“What’s up?” She shakes her head and you give her a small smile.

“Just wanted to.” You chuckle and kiss her hand. You spend the whole lunch holding her hand whilst paying attention to Angel and making plans for the project. “Y/N.” She calls out and you look at her. She was holding up your meal’s spoon with food on it. “You need to eat.” You sigh and nod. You accept the food and hum. She smiles as you finish it. You kiss her cheek and get back to Angel. She eats her own food as she makes random patterns on your palm.

-

You groan as you and Angel spend your last class, just researching for the project.

“Miss Wanda that much?” You glare at her and she snickers.

“Shut up.” You grumble and focus on your research.

-

“That was good.” You hum as you pack up your things and laptop.

“We’re already halfway done.” You both get out and both Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you two. And you flinch as Natasha approaches you.

“Y/LN. Here.” She gives you a book and you look at it.

“Wha-“

“An apology for the last time. I got jealous and was immature. I should’ve trusted you and Angel more.” You sigh.

“You should.” You cross your arms. “She’s your soulmate, woman.” She groans.

“I know. My instinct just told me that you were a threat.”

“Why? I’m only a Beta.” Wanda hits you softly and you smile at her. “Besides.” You take Wanda’s hand and kiss it. “I only have eyes for her.”

“Okay. We get it.” Angel gets Natasha’s hand. “You two are running for the cutest couple.”

“I’m pretty sure you two won that last year.”

“Well now, we have serious competition.” Angel smiles and she holds up her hand. You slap it with yours. You both laugh. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See you too, Gel!” She and Natasha waves at you and Wanda before leaving. Wanda holds in her laughter and you turn to her.

“Gel?” You scoff at her as you two walk together.

“It’s a nickname!”

-

“What’s that?” You hum and raise an eyebrow at Alsie. It was already Saturday before you knew it and you had a date with Wanda tomorrow since she was busy today. “New book? That’s not your usual genre.”

“You mean her usual documentary, mystery or thriller?” You glare at Valerie who smirks. You sigh as you keep reading.

“Someone gave it to me.” Your two sisters look at each other and they both hum.

“Wanda?” You shake your head and they get taken aback. You had more friends?

“Then who?”

“Romanoff.”

“Natasha? You’re friends with Natasha Romanoff.” You nod and they gasp. You close your book and glare at them.

“WHAT?” They get up in front of your face and you shield yourself with the book. They barrage you with questions and your eye kept twitching as you get more annoyed. The hell is wrong with them? “Stop!” They both back off as you glare at them. “What’s with you two?”

“You know her parents?” You raise an eyebrow as you nod.

“They just switched to our firm last week.” Oh.

“The emergency?” They nod. Alsie gets up and Valerie nods at her.

“They were the reason why we were all needed there.”

“Even Ma?”

“Ma was there to calm the employees down.”

“Ah.” Alsie comes back and holds out a brown folder to you. It says Romanoff Airlines on the side and you take it. “This is?”

“Open it and read it.” You nod and Alsie turns on the TV.

Romanoff Airlines. Opened in 1956 and has been one of the Pioneer Airlines in both Europe and America. This is because of their partnership with Stark Industries who provide the latest technology to Air Transportation through them.

Current Owners: Melina Vostokoff and Alexei Shostakov. Both are Russians and ex-spouses. Although they are divorced, they still live together with their two children.

Heirs: Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova. Both are adopted and have decided to take their biological parents’ surnames but are still living in America and with their adoptive parents.

Natasha Romanoff. Currently attending high school. Can speak many languages (Exact number was not extracted), is friends with Tony Stark, Vision Stark and many others. Is a helper of martial arts clubs. Martial Arts Expert. Is a gifted student, passing all of her classes with flying colors. Decided not to take any AP Classes because it was ‘time consuming’.

Yelena Belova. Currently attending middle school. Can speak many languages. Martial Arts Expert. Gymnast. Gold Medalist.

You read everything before closing it.

“You okay?”

“Why switch to our firm?”

“Apparently because their previous firm was shady and we were recommended by Natasha.”

“Did you ask her why?”

“Yep. She just said that we know why.” Their words click inside your head and you look shocked.

“Me?”

“Most likely.”

“Huh.” You give the folder back to Alsie and hum.

“You good?”

“Yep.” You say as you open your book and continue reading.

A/N:

Because Angst makes me feel things.

I don't think I would ever write a series without an ounce of angst.

Thank you for Reading!

#Wanda Maximoff x reader #Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader #Omegaverse #Omegaverse fic #marvel #marvel fanfic #scarlet witch x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n

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Childe x gn! Reader.

Requested by theshippingmaniac:

Hello I hope you're having a good day! Can I request a fluff with the Childe's s/o (fem or gender neutral) just playing with Teucer and Childe watching them and just getting so soft thinking I want to marry this person?

A/n: I'm sorry there is any mistake or error on this blog. I also hope you enjoy it🥺 I'm sorry if this takes a long time to post.

You and childe has been dating for over 6 year's and on that 6 year's you're always stuck beside Childe like a glue.

Both of you are inseparable so when Teucer, Childe's little brother came to visit him you meet Teucer too, and to say that he likes you is a understament. He loveee you so much that he beg for his brother too bring you whenever Teucer and childe are meeting up.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

"Ah- Teucer! No-".

You squealed after Teucer splash a water on to your face. You and Teucer was playing around on the Luhua pool.

At first it started as a chest hunting because a rumour from an old lady talk about when she over heard the conversation of Childe and Teucer wanting to see the Luhua pool.

Teucer was excited but quickly turns into "nevermind chest hunting" and started to asking and begging you to play in water with him.

For you, chest hunting sounds fun but it is possibly be very dangerous for little kids, so when Teucer wanted to play in the water instead a huge relief was lift upon your shoulder.

Child saw the way you and Teucer play with each other and there's only one image that comes to his mind.

You and his child.

Even though Teucer are his little brother, he just can't help but think about you like his mother. I mean.. Childe is not the only one who think about that. Even Teucer himself started to think about you like his mom. Whenever you are around Teucer would cling to you. He would cling to childe either but there is a certain motherly feels around you.

With this things spiraling in Childe's head, he imagine marrying you.. he has though about this alot. He actually has already planned to buy a special ring from the fanciest store in all of liyue to make you the ring.

Being with you made him feel like the luckiest person on the whole world. Who wouldn't? You're kind, loving, sometimes a little bit childish but he loves taking care of you.

He loves you so much that all you need to do is say the word and he would do it. As cheesy as it sounds, whenever you looked at him and call out his name, he would be ready to kill anyone for you. If you look up at him with your doe eye and cute face, he would instantly be dead if his brain doesn't exist-

"Childeeee!".

His thoughts was cut off when you suddenly pop up Infront of him, the tip of your hair is a little bit wet because of the water and some layers of your clothes was put aside so that you will have more room to move when you're in the water, what he is trying to say is, you are god damn pretty for the love of rex lapis, you are an angel and he is so lucky to have a caring and pretty girlfriend like you.

"Ah- sorry wifey".

Is all he said. The time has stopped, no one made a noise or a move. A couple of silence passed when suddenly your face exploded in red colours.

"U-UHM-".

is the only thing you can say. While you're fumbling with your words, Teucer squeal in joy.

"YAYYYYY MISS Y/N IS GOING YO BE MY SISTER SOON!".

he cheered, you cover your face with the both of your hand. Childe is enjoying your reaction, he doesn't know what came over him, the words just.. flows out of his mouth without him realizing it, but he didn't mind, he loved and is enjoying your reaction very much.

"Ah- why is your face so red wifey?".

He didn't say sorry and just keep teasing you. You on the other hand feels like you are dying, you loved Childe but marriage and family never really stays on your mind until now.

The way back home is full of you being teased and being called soon to be big sister by Teucer. You don't mind it but you're not used to it yet.

"W-wait Teucer.. I'm not your big sisters yet".

"You will soon!!!!, Right big brother?!"

"Yes. Y/n will be your big sister very soon".

You suck your breath. You are walking on the left side of Teucer while Childe is walking on his right side making people sending you and Childe looks especially after Teucer squeal about you being his big sister soon.

A woman actually asked if you and Childe is a newly wed couple because of how red and embarrassed you seems like whenever he called you wifey.

❤️❤️❤️

"Ah.. are you both a newly wed?". The elderly woman asked making you shake your head.

"N-no! Were not married-" "yet" Childe added to the end of your sentence.

"She will be my big sister soonn!!!" Teucer added proudly, making you looked away in embarrassment but happiness at the same time as the woman smile softly at you three.

❤️❤️❤️

A little secret that you don't know is that Childe loves to think about you and his married life. You in a apron, greeting him when he gets home, hugging him once he reached the door and looking up to him with your cute smile.

Or you and him relaxing on the couch togather, cling to eachother as Childe whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Or maybe waking up to see your cute sleepy face that still have your eyes closed andif he tries to get out of the bed, you will instantly hug his hand as if not wanting to let go.

Or maybe Childe is just imagining being with you. Maybe working on some paperwork with you on his lap, sleeping away as he hugs you like a doll and handling you as gentle as a owner handling his little kitten.

Everything is endless, he could go on and on,. Imagining you being his wife, purposing to you with your favourite colour and gem on the ring. It will be perfect.

Even though everything is still his imagination, he will makes it come true, one day no matter what it takes. This is a promise for himself that he will keep until he die.

#childe x you #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin childe #childe x reader

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Fade Out Again (Thom Yorke X Reader)

For @shehangsbrightly

prompt: honestly i would be allll over the bends era thom, and i think something angsty is what i’m feeling rn. do your magic 😌

Gender Neutral and SFW

CW: angst, burnout, arguments, swearing, guilt, break up, bad mental health.

“I really don’t know what you want from me! I thought you’d be happy to see me after, I don’t know? Nearly a year? But no, I’m the bad guy as always!”

“You think that you’re the only one this tour has taken a toll on? I haven’t been in the comfort of my own home in a year. I haven’t seen my friends or family in a YEAR! You can’t always expect to be my top priority!”

“Obviously. You know, every tour you do the more of a self-centered asshole you become. Just because your band is ‘making it big’ doesn’t mean you have to treat the people in your life like shit, Thom! It isn’t just me. Ed literally has told me numerous stories from when you got too drunk to even perform! You promised.”

“Oh enough of that promise bullshit Y/N! I’m sick of it!”

“Well, that shows how much you fucking cared about it, huh? Shows what a promise means to you? You’re pathetic. The amount of love and support I have poured into you since fucking college and one hit song throws every promise and hope for our future away.”

“Oh fuck off.”

I let out a dry laugh and walked to our bedroom. I grabbed a suitcase and packed as much as I could shove into it.

“What are you doing now?”

“Fucking off. I’m done, Thom. Absolutely done.”

“Yeah sure. You won’t last more than two days Y/N, and you know it. We’ve been through this before.”

I stormed towards him, his back colliding with the wall. I looked into his eyes, trying to look for any sign of remorse in his cold, blue orbs.

“Not this time Thom. I’m tired of crawling back to you with hopes that things will be how they used to again. I am tired of endlessly longing for you to return the love I give to you. You’ve changed and if this is you now? I want no part of it.”

He scoffed and looked away from me.

“Anything to say? Or are you too good for that, Mr. Big Rockstar?”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

I scoffed and grabbed my stuff. I stormed out onto the snowy streets. It was freezing but I didn’t dare look back. It felt like I had been walking for hours before I found a phone booth. I put the change in the slot and dialed the only number I could remember through my rage.

“Hey, Eddie? It’s Y/N..”

“What happened this time?”

“Well, what usually happens when he gets home I suppose. Are you busy?”

“Need somewhere to stay?”

“Ye-ah.” My voice cracked as tears swelled my eyes.

“Where are you, I’ll be there as soon as I can?”

---

It had been nearly two months since we broke up and not a word was spoken between us. Ed had generously let me rent out the spare room in his house until I got my shit together, which did not seem to be happening. All I could seem to do was cry, work, and sleep. Eddie was wonderful and tried to help when he could, but he tended to keep his distance. At some point, I knew Thom would end up stumbling into the house, however, I did not expect to hear his voice breaking downstairs as he talked to Ed.

Thom’s POV

“Ed, it’s driving me mad! Do you know where they are, have you heard from them, anything?”

“If they wanted you to know where they were, they would’ve contacted you. I can’t really help you, man.”

“I just. I can’t do this anymore. I need them, so badly. You don’t fucking understand.” I crumbled to the ground in tears. “It’s my fault. Every time they leave it’s my fault and- and I just expect them to come back. What happened to me, Eddie? What... happened?”

“Thom. You’re the only person who’s gonna be able to fix this and you know it. I’m not helping you anymore. We’ve been through this too many times. I’m not a fucking couples counselor!” He grabbed his hair in frustration.

“You… You too? You’re supposed to be my best friend, and you’re giving up on me too?”

“You know what, Thom? That’s your problem. You can’t take any fucking responsibility for anything, can you? It’s always somebody else’s fault with you!”

I couldn’t even form a response. My thoughts spiraled rapidly as I tried to figure out where everything went to shit.

“I-I’m so-rry. I don’t know what to do, a-and I don’t mean to throw it all on you, Eddie, you… You’re just always so good with this stuff and you know them so well and- and- and..”

“Thom,” He held his head in his hand, “take a breath. There’s no need for all the blubbering.”

“But-”

“Just shut up for a minute okay? I’ll be right back.”

He marched up the stairs and disappeared. A few minutes later he came back down. Followed by Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

His face was tear-stained and puffy. He was in a pile on the floor looking as hopeless as an abandoned puppy.

“Y/N..”

I felt my jaw clench as I looked at him. I wanted to slap him and yell at him for everything he put me through, but my body betrayed me. Instead, I found myself kneeling in front of him, arm reaching out to cup his face in my hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks once again as he rested in my palm. He turned to kiss my fingertips.

“I’m sorry Y/N… I took you for granted. I thought you would always come back, and this time you didn’t, and my ego left with you. I need you, I need you so badly love. I can’t do this without you. Please I will do anything to have you back… Please.” He was barely speaking and as he whispered he looked me in the eyes for the first time in years.

“I... I can’t, Thom.”

His posture snapped to attention and I watched his heart shatter again.

“Why not..?”

“You hurt me.”

Tears of my own now mimicked his.

“Please.”

“Thom, stop.”

“I can’t. I can’t because I love you, and if you ever loved me then you would come back.”

“Don’t you fucking dare with that bullshit Thomas.”

I stood and walked away, but he followed.

“Love doesn’t go away Y/N, you told me that yourself. If you loved me you wouldn’t walk away like this. You’re really willing to throw everything away like that?”

“Stop. Thom, I- I can’t do this, just go.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“And I’m not leaving with you.”

He approached me and gently grabbed my hands, giving me the same damn look he did every time he wanted to get his way.

“No, Thom. Stop. Please.”

“One more chance, that’s all I ask. If I fuck it up again I promise you will never hear from me again. I’ll take you on the next tour, I’ll let you get a puppy like you’ve always wanted. Literally, anything you want is yours. You don’t ever have to work again. Just, please?”

“You still don’t get it. I don’t want material things or money. I don’t, well I do want a puppy,” We chuckled, “But that’s not why I left. All I want is your love, some of your time and attention. I want to feel safe with you. I want to feel at home. I don’t feel like that with you anymore. The only feelings that run through me when I look at you are sadness and insecurity. You make me feel like a child being scolded by their mother. I just can’t live like that again.”

“I promise that I will fix what needs to be fixed and will do anything I can to make you feel safe again, just trust me.”

“We both know promises aren’t your thing.”

“I’ll keep this one.”

“I can’t believe that, Thom.”

“I’ll let Ed take over the band if I break this promise and I will never perform with Radiohead again.”

“Oh, shove off you lunatic! I’m not worth that. Your fans would have my head.”

“I’m serious.”

“You make everything so hard on me.”

“Jesus, Y/N would you please just say yes? All you have done the past two months aside from work is cry and sleep. I can barely get you to eat. Just get it over with. If he fucks you over again I will personally skin him alive, just, get it over with you two!”

Thom looked at me hopefully. I sighed.

“Fine.”

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”

He planted kisses all over my face and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Jesus, Thom, you smell! When was your last shower?”

“I... I have no clue,” He scratched his neck and looked at the ground.

“I mean, you are rank! You smell like a secondary boys locker room after P.E.”

“Okay, in my defense, I didn’t think you were going to be here.”

“Yeah, so it’s okay that I suffer in your stench then?”

“Well, we’ve shared a tour bus, I figure that you’re used to it by now.”

“Well, by that logic, if Y/N is coming on tour with us, they better get used to it too, because you’ve smelled worse after a show.”

“Lovely.”

He laughed and engulfed me in a hug again. I gave in and dug my face into his neck, letting him rock us side to side.

“Let’s get you home then, yeah?”

“If anyone needs to get home it’s you so you can shower!”

“We can shower together if you’d like.”

“Okay, yeah, if you could leave the dirty talk for the car ride home it would be appreciated.”

We laughed once again.

“I’ll go pack,” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before walking up the stairs.

“I love you, Y/N!”

“I love you too Thom.”

#radiohead #thom yorke #thom yorke x reader #the bends

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Danger: Onyx |1| - JUYEON

Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, fantasy, royalty!au

Triggers: death, semi-graphic depictions of blood

Word Count: 5.1k

Lesson 6: when all seems lost, do not falter. Just because it seems hopeless does not mean it is.

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The meeting room is abnormally quiet when Somin enters. It could be due to the newly empty seat on the right side of the long table, but not even a whisper hangs on the lips of the remaining mages.

Somin’s mouth doesn’t even curl at their submission. As much as she would like not to show it, the failures of the man who used to sit on that empty seat affected her. Not because she felt particularly fond of him – though she will admit she was sad to see High Mage Jung’s disgrace and demotion, or simply Mage Jung now – but because it left her with a one less competent head at her table.

At the head of the room, she turns, eyes roving over the heads bowed in respect (or is it fear? Pawns and kings, does it even matter?). Her lips curl, but not in joy. In disgust.

One gave her a plan that fell to pieces. Another let a powerful Onyx mage escape from his clutches. Three more on three separate occasions were unable to track and capture the thieves running around and stealing her jewels, with one of them lacking the wits to save her compatriot from the knife of that dratted prince. And when Somin finds out who let it slip that the ruby was to be held at the gray mage’s shrine…

The loss of one semi-intelligent mind means much in this room full of bumbling idiots.

Somin takes a deep breath. High Mage Jung was not infallible either. He failed to anticipate the revolt of the prisoners entrusted under his care, failed to prevent the theft of one of the last three jewels. All because he was sleeping.

She allows a slight smirk to cross her lips. His mistakes will not go unpunished, at least. One of his daughters already awaits retribution for her father under this very palace.

“Sit,” Somin says, purposely embedding the single word with ice.

Everyone sits. Somin does, too, smoothing her full skirts under the table as she tries to hide hands that shake with anger. “It has come to my attention,” she snarls, voice dripping acid, “that this is a room full of failures.”

Several mages flinch. The others remain still, even Lee Minho, who stares at the wooden surface in front of him as though it will give him the answers to the world.

At least Somin can count on his silence, now. Much better than his inability to shut up from before.

“You are lucky that I have a brain as well,” she hisses. “I do wonder what they teach you as mages, if not a single one of you could put together a plan that would not fail on every single level. Even without your specialized training, between dividing my troops and evading Onyx attack, I was able to come up with a plan to lure that insufferable band of jewel thieves into the open.”

Silence.

Somin tuts. “None of you will ask your queen what she intends to do?”

Bom clears her throat quietly. Her stomach wound has long healed, but she still hunches over the table like it never went away. “What is your plan, Your Majesty?”

Such a good puppet. Somin almost wants to pat her head, despite the fact that the mage is at least ten years her senior. This is why Bom sits at her table. It is a table meant for those more powerful than she, but Somin needs someone blindly loyal to her cause to remain close by, no matter how dull-witted.

“We are winning the war,” she starts, allowing a slight smile to curve her lips. “This gives me leave to bring some of our generals back to the capital for, ah, a respite of sorts. I’m sure many are eager to pledge themselves to the new queen and her king, just as all of you were.”

Mouths tighten. Faces whiten. Somin represses a smirk. A gentle reminder of what she holds over their heads never hurts. “I will host a competition of dual blades,” she announces. “It is an art widely practiced among the noble and royal classes, even in some of the common pawn circles. Anyone will be free to join, and the winner will receive the onyx stone as a gift. Spoils of war.” Her smile widens. “Who could resist?”

Minho’s eyes shift from the table to her. “You believe the Onyx prince will fall for this obvious trap?”

Somin returns his gaze. “You believe he won’t?” She laughs. “The prince needs this stone. Even if he has the other four, he has no way of completing the crown unless he somehow takes this one too. He may realize it is a trap, but what other choice does he have?”

Mage Choi Jinhee, at the end of the table, raises her head. “Will you use the real stone?”

A sigh leaves Somin’s lips. Does she really need to spell everything out for them? “No,” she snaps. Her gaze turns to a certain cat-eyed mage, whose mouth thins into a line. “The real stone will be left with the crown in a place no one can access but I.” She sneers. “Need I remind you of what happened last time I listened to such foolish advice?”

Jinhee falls silent, but Minho opens his mouth. Somin curses internally. “The prince is of the Onyx bloodline,” he says, bravely (or foolishly – she’s more inclined to believe that) meeting her stare. “He will sense whether or not the jewel is real. And if it is true that a mage travels with them –”

“Which is why it will only be revealed on the last day of competition, when the winner has fought their way to the finish,” she cuts him off. “No one will see it before then, so no one will know it is fake. The prince will fight until that day, at which point he will be arrested in front of all spectators so they can see just who has managed to trespass into our kingdom during a time of war.”

“How are you so sure the prince will make it to the last day?” Minho challenges.

Somin actually laughs at that. “Have you ever watched the Onyx prince at swordplay?”

A shake of the head. Somin’s smile turns into a smirk. “I have.” She leans forward, staring Minho in the eye. “When I tell you he is skilled, I do not lie. He was taught by Wang throughout his adolescence, and he specialized in it when he underwent his knight training.” Her smirk deepens. “I will not make the mistake of underestimating him.”

Minho’s lips twitch. Somin can’t tell if it’s a result of annoyance or a smirk, and that frustrates her. “It is sometimes just as crucial not to overestimate an opponent, Your Majesty.”

Somin scoffs. “I do not overestimate him,” she snaps. “If he loses early on, we will only arrest him earlier. Perhaps it will not draw the crowds I would have liked, but as long as he is executed the next day and leaves the Onyx Kingdom without an heir to the king’s crown, it does not matter.”

No one argues with that. Silence falls over the room once more.

A smirk creeps up Somin’s lips, and this time, she allows it to show. “Now, then.” She leans forward. “Who will be tasked with creating the fake?”

. . . . .

Juyeon isn’t stupid. A contest in swordplay offering the last crown jewel as the winner’s prize can’t be anything but an obvious trap.

Personally, he feels slightly offended. Does Somin really think he’s that dumb? He might not be Jisoo with her mind for battle tactics and foreign affairs, but Juyeon has a brain that he often utilizes well, despite what Kevin sometimes likes to say.

(No matter what the amethyst heir says, Juyeon will maintain that cutting himself on a rose bush is far less stupid than setting an entire hill on fire. At least his wounds were healed. As far as he knows, half of that hill is still blackened.)

But the longer he looks at the poster Jacob brought back from the town square, the more it becomes obvious just how well-wrought this trap is. It may be obvious, yes, but more likely than not, Somin’s accounted for this. She has rarely been one to underestimate her enemies, after all. Which means that she expects him to come, knowing it’s a ploy to catch him.

Juyeon swears, throwing the poster to the ground. Of course he’ll come. Of course he will. He may have four of the crown jewels, but he needs the last one. The other four mean nothing if he can’t complete the crown.

So he has to join this contest.

He looks at Jacob and Kevin, both of whom stare at the piece of paper on the dusty ground with similarly grim expressions. Looking at them, a familiar sensation of unease grows in his mind, a tingling suspicion that someone is missing.

Which is impossible. Yes, Sunwoo left a hole in the group that can’t be filled, not even by Jacob, but this feeling is something different from the grief that still grips his heart every time he remembers the death. And then he inevitably remembers knives ripping through flesh, blood pooling on the ground, watching the life drain out of Mage Han’s eyes next to Sunwoo’s already blank expression –

Enough. Juyeon pulls himself out of his thoughts before he can spiral. This feeling isn’t the same as that of Sunwoo’s absence. It’s more like someone or multiple people are supposed to be here, helping him, which makes no sense. Hwanwoong and the others never could have stayed, and Juyeon certainly wasn’t going to drag High Mage Jung along. Jacob might really have committed murder then.

So no one can be missing. No one.

But ever since Juyeon woke up, thorn wounds completely healed after a dream of ruby roses and pain, he knows someone is. And he’s pretty sure he knows who – the shade who healed him, whose face he almost saw but didn’t because his body decided to wake up right then and there.

Which doesn’t make any castles-damned sense.

“Someone has to go.” Kevin’s voice breaks Juyeon out of his thoughts, brings him back to the present problems that have nothing to do with unnamed shades and roses. “And Juyeon’s the best at swordplay. Especially dual blades.”

Juyeon winces. It’s true, he can handle a sword and a dagger extremely well. He just much prefers the stability of a single one.

Besides, dual blades are an Ivory citizen’s weapon of choice. Normally this wouldn’t pose problems – royalty of both kingdoms, especially those who take the knight’s oath, often learn to wield multiple types of weapons – but even wearing white makes Juyeon want to crawl out of his skin, now. Using an Ivory weapon instead of his own?

A grimace crosses his face that he can’t shove away.

“It could be a fake,” Jacob interjects. “In fact, it probably is – why would Somin use the real stone, especially when we already have the other four?”

“Even if it’s a fake, we could get something from it,” Kevin argues. “Traces of magic, maybe. A mage would have had to create it, so couldn’t we track the traces again?”

Jacob frowns. “That took so long last time, though.” He sighs. “I’m not saying we have other choices. But if we could figure out something else…?”

Juyeon shakes his head. “I don’t think there’s another option.” His mouth thins as he presses his lips together. “She wants me to come, that much is obvious. Somin watched me practice when she used to visit the kingdom. She’ll expect me to get to the end of the contest, even against other highly-trained soldiers and generals.”

“You could just be being pig-headed and arrogant,” Kevin says, lips raised in a teasing half-smile. “What if she doesn’t actually think you’ll make it, huh? You have that much faith in your abilities?”

“You –” Juyeon punches Kevin in the arm, unable to force back the smile growing on his face. “You’re one to talk. Didn’t Wang call you one of the most pathetic students he’d ever had?”

Kevin sniffs. “I throw knives better than you ever will.”

“Are you two done puffing your chests around?” Jacob interrupts, cutting Juyeon off from arguing further (which he really couldn’t, anyway – Kevin has the best aim of anyone he’s ever met). He’s smiling too, though, and a wave of gratitude washes over Juyeon at Kevin’s ability to lighten up the mood. But the smile slowly disappears as he opens his mouth again. “Juyeon, if you’re going to do this, you can’t show up with your face on display. Attending the contest is bad enough, but parading around in the open is even worse.”

“Dust masks.” Juyeon turns to Kevin. “Can you make something that’ll hide my face well enough?”

He nods. “Just give me a day, I’ll have it ready. In the meantime, you need to somehow find a pair of dual blades to practice with.”

Well, that’s an issue. Juyeon’s just about to frown when Jacob points to a few lines on the poster he hadn’t read yet. “Blades will be provided so no contestant has an unfair advantage.”

Relief, then anxiety fill Juyeon’s chest. “Which means I’ll have to make another appearance to sign up for this and pick out my size.”

Kevin’s lips thin. “Show up first while wearing the mask. It’s all you can do.”

“And if someone asks?”

“Then say the roads are too dusty.” Jacob coughs. “Which they are.”

It’s a bad plan, not well thought out and far from foolproof, but if worst comes to worst, Juyeon has long legs and knows the capital well enough to get around and maybe hide.

“Well.” Juyeon sighs. “Anything’s better than setting a hill on fire.”

“Queens,” Jacob mutters. “We really need to stop using that as a baseline to judge our bad plans.”

. . . . .

Kevin follows Juyeon to competition registration. It isn’t too hard to stay inconspicuous among the masks most people are wearing, but Kevin keeps his head lowered and gaze alert all the same. It wouldn’t do for anyone to catch them before Juyeon even enters his first swordfight.

But it’s hard when dust keeps flying into his face with every step he takes. Even when he deliberately tries to place his foot down with as little force as possible, it floats into the air with a deceptive grace that itches his nose and makes tears spring in his eyes.

Queens, it was never this bad all the other times Kevin visited, and he’s traveled here a lot over the past few years. Under the previous queen, the roads, though still dusty – it’s inevitable, especially in the dryer months – were much cleaner.

It’s not just that. Even here, in the square, the usual bustle of chatter and cheer sounds so much more subdued than he remembers. When he was younger, he and Changmin and Juyeon would come here on their visits to wreak as much havoc as their tiny bodies could handle. They’d get caught, eventually, but people were always up for a joke or a prank.

Now, though there’s still noise, the level is nowhere near where it used to be. Everyone’s face looks drawn, taut, a little wary, even, as they exchange coins and goods.

An unpleasant tingle runs down Kevin’s back. The current queen is probably too focused on the war at hand to care for her citizens. A scowl crosses his face as he thinks of Somin sitting high and mighty in her palace or wherever she is, directing people to do the dirty work for her.

One of his angry feet kicks a cloud of dust into the air. Kevin starts coughing again. Pawns and kings, it couldn’t get much worse than this, could it?

Just ahead, Juyeon approaches a large white building. Kevin stops where he is, standing idly by a small store as Juyeon flashes him a look that he returns. He disappears into the doors.

Now all there is to do is wait.

Heart in his throat, Kevin does his best to look casual as he lingers in the town square, vaguely gazing at several of the stalls as he tries not to catch anyone’s attention. No meeting eyes, no staring, no looking interested –

“Excuse me?”

Castling queens.

Kevin braces himself, expecting some random Ivory citizen to maybe ask him why he’s loitering around without buying anything. An excuse pops readily onto his tongue as he turns, a slight, wary smile on his face to mimic those of the others prattling around the square –

In the name of the Board and all that is holy –

It takes all of Kevin’s effort not to widen his eyes, not to curse, not to show anything in the face of Lee Jaehyun, a boy he once used to know, a boy he used to play around with on his visits to the Ivory Kingdom. As they grew older and took on different duties, they saw each other less – in fact, the last time they talked was probably a couple years ago – but there’s no mistaking it. This is Lee Jaehyun, the youngest general of the ivory army, knighted when he was just sixteen.

Juyeon himself wasn’t knighted until seventeen, and he’s one of the best fighters Kevin knows. If Jaehyun is here…

Smile. Breathe. Change your voice. Kevin prays the disinterested expression on his face from before hasn’t left as he looks at Jaehyun with veiled curiosity, heart pounding. Thank all the higher orders that he’s wearing a mask. “Yes?”

“You just seemed a little lost.” Jaehyun smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Is it just Kevin’s paranoia, or does he look suspicious? “I wondered if you needed directions somewhere.”

A brief laugh forces itself out of Kevin’s throat, stilted and deep and nothing like his normal snorts and giggles. Good – even less chance of Jaehyun recognizing him. “I don’t, but thank you.” He jerks his head toward the registration building. “Just waiting for a friend.”

Jaehyun nods. “Not signing up yourself, then?”

“Oh, no.” This time, Kevin doesn’t need to lie. “I don’t have the skill to compete against generals of the kingdom.” He cocks his head, feigning interest. “Are you?”

The smile on Jaehyun’s unmasked face tightens, but he nods. “Yes, I am.” He laughs, short and forced. “Who wouldn’t want the glory?”

“Glory,” Kevin repeats, trying to decipher the unreadable look Jaehyun wears. “Is that what matters, then?”

His tone must have been more accusatory than he meant, because Jaehyun’s eyes narrow slightly. Kevin curses internally, about to backtrack, but Jaehyun has already opened his mouth to speak again. “To some,” he says, pose deceivingly relaxed. “Why? What do you think matters more?”

Kevin’s heart is ready to pound out of his chest with anxiety. Sweat beads on his forehead and under his ivory dust mask as his mind races for a neutral answer. Jaehyun just waits, face impassive.

“Care,” he finally replies. “If I had someone under my care, I would put them before anything else, even glory.”

It’s true. He doesn’t need to lie about how he feels about Jacob. About Juyeon.

About Sunwoo.

Pain stabs his chest, pain that he does his best not to show as Jaehyun nods appraisingly. “I agree,” he says, surprisingly. “We are lucky to have a king who cares for us in the way you describe.”

Kevin tries not to raise his eyebrows too high at Jaehyun’s choice of words. King. Not queen.

Does this mean Jaehyun doesn’t care for the queen, either?

It could be. Jaehyun never exactly wanted to play with Somin when they were kids, even though he regularly got into shenanigans with the former queen. Even though she’s ascended the throne, it’s possible that the feelings remained.

With that, it crosses Kevin’s mind to reveal himself and enlist Jaehyun as an ally. But there’s too much to risk with that. They’re so close to completing the crown, so close – they can’t afford a single mistake. Besides, Kevin only has guesses to go by. He doesn’t know anything concrete about Jaehyun that’s recent enough to mean anything.

And also, Juyeon’s just exited the building, two new blades in hand. There’s no time.

“There seems to be a line forming,” Kevin remarks idly. “You should probably take your place before you’re here all morning.”

Jaehyun glances back, almost uninterested, before nodding. “Probably.” He sighs. “Well, it was nice meeting you…”

Queens. Kevin needs to think of a name. “Jihoon,” he spits out, wincing internally at how similar it is to Juyeon’s fake name (seriously, Jiyoon and Jihoon? Come on, Kevin), but it’s too late to retract it because Jaehyun’s already nodding.

“Jihoon.” Jaehyun smiles. “I’m Jaehyun.”

I know.

Kevin doesn’t say that, though, just returns the nod. “Good luck, Jaehyun.”

He means it. Because though Jaehyun might be good, Juyeon has skill, too. And he has something else that Jaehyun doesn’t.

Desperation.

And as horrible a feeling it is to have, Kevin knows with a grim certainty that Juyeon’s going to need to channel as much of it as he can.

. . . . .

When Juyeon learns the Lee Jaehyun is going to be competing in this tournament, he almost wants to give up right then and there. He may be good, but Jaehyun is a prodigy. There’s a reason why he was knighted so early and rose through the army ranks so quickly. His participation basically cuts Juyeon’s chances of winning in half.

Never mind that his chances already weren’t very high.

And then there’s the fact that Jaehyun spoke with Kevin, singled him out of an entire town square as someone to talk to. Though Kevin says he’s pretty sure Jaehyun didn’t recognize him or he probably would’ve said something, Juyeon can’t shake it off that easily. Jaehyun’s smart. He isn’t a general for nothing. If he talked to Kevin, he suspected something. Why else would he give up his position in line for a chat?

A cursory scan of the day’s duels brings Juyeon slight relief. He isn’t fighting against Jaehyun – in fact, he’s in a completely different bracket – which means that he might just make it to the last day if no one catches him. Might.

And then he’ll have to fight Jaehyun, or whoever managed to beat Jaehyun. Though to be honest, if there’s someone else at the top, Juyeon might back out right then and there. Jaehyun is that good.

But if it’s Jaehyun he ends up fighting, there’s a much higher chance of recognition. Which is also not good.

Taking a shaky breath, Juyeon readjusts the dust mask covering his face, trying to drown out the noises of the growing crowd as he steps into the arena. Kevin’s talented fingers have come into play again for the simple piece of cloth, sewing it tight enough around his mouth and nose that it won’t come loose while giving him enough air to breathe. If no one looks too closely, they won’t root him out.

Hopefully.

Juyeon breathes in. Breathes out. Dust swirls around his feet as he walks forward to meet his opponent. Already he’s forgotten the name – it wasn’t anybody he recognized, he remembers that much – and from the stuttering gaze on the boy’s face, he gathers that it won’t be too difficult to beat him this round.

He’s right. The boy – whatever his name is – has some skill but not enough, not the type that Juyeon’s honed over years of training in multiple forms of swordplay. Within minutes, he disarms his opponent, two blades thudding to the dusty ground, and his sword rises to rest against his throat.

Cheers rise as Juyeon lowers his arm, accepting the boy’s hand in a firm shake. Vaguely, he hears his fake name being announced as the winner, but already he’s slipping into one of the tents, exiting as fast as he can, then disappearing into the crowd, unnoticed.

He doesn’t find Kevin or Jacob. They said they’d be here but didn’t tell Juyeon where for fear of accidentally giving them away with a stray glance. Instead, he finds a relatively empty space at the junction between two streets, sits down, and closes his eyes to rest.

The afternoon passes in the same manner, then the next day. Juyeon almost loses his fourth set – he doesn’t recognize the move his opponent uses and it throws him off-kilter when he loses his dagger – but in the end, he manages to flip both blades out of the other’s hand with a wild sweep of his sword that sends the audience into a frenzy. Stonily, he ignores his opponent’s glare and the way she tries to crush his hand with her grip, though his heart pounds for hours after.

Two days gone. One day left.

The third afternoon, Kevin sends him off with a face whiter than usual, fingers trembling at his sides. Jacob doesn’t look much better, huddled into his red cloak as he wishes Juyeon luck. Both put on a brave face, trying to smile as Juyeon slides the blades into his belt, but their worry is obvious.

He can’t blame them. His heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest. Because today, Juyeon’s going to be in the most danger he’s been throughout his two short weeks in the capital.

The crowds will be bigger than ever. There’s a far smaller chance of Kevin and Jacob being able to whisk him out of a tight situation. Somin herself will preside over the final duel as he fights beneath her throne. Well, not her throne because that’s a huge piece of white marble and ivory that can’t easily be carried out of the palace, but she’ll be there.

And to top things off…

A familiar figure stands in the center of the arena, blades already drawn. Even from this distance, confidence radiates from his body, from the slight smile on his face and the easy way he holds his weapons.

Juyeon swallows.

He’s fighting Lee Jaehyun.

. . . . .

Anxiety can’t even begin to cover how Jacob feels as he watches Juyeon enter the arena. Shouts, alternate cheers and boos, follow his footsteps forward into the center of the large, dusty plain.

Jacob doesn’t join in. Neither does Kevin. They only watch silently from a far edge of the crowds, fists clenched so tightly that his nails start biting crescents into his palms.

Pawns and kings. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. If he feels this anxious, how must Juyeon feel, standing under watch of his biggest enemy, facing one of the best (or possibly the best) swordsmen in the two kingdoms, knowing there’s a very sizable chance that someone will either root him out or he’ll simply lose?

Juyeon doesn’t seem to show any worry or anxiety as he tosses his sheaths away, but maybe that’s just because Jacob is so far away. He wishes he was closer, but in the event of things gone awry, he and Kevin need to be able to escape as fast as possible.

If he was alone, standing closer might be an option. He doesn’t need a door just to shift on his own. But with Kevin here, he does.

And he can’t exactly create a door in the middle of a crowd.

A horn sounds. Jacob’s head jerks up.

Kevin’s hand finds his as the first crash of metal rings through the air.

They fight fast. All Jacob can see are flashes of silver, the afternoon sun glinting off the blades and nearly blinding him several times. Two blurred figures weave in and out of each other, barely distinguishable from this far away, and try as Jacob might to pay attention, sometimes he loses sight of Juyeon’s dark hair in the clouds of dust that whirl up from their feet.

Blades clash. Cheers sound. Jacob can barely hear anything over the roar of blood in his ears, can barely feel a thing besides Kevin’s hand clenching his in a death grip. Vaguely, as Jaehyun nearly lands a hit on Juyeon, who just manages to spin away, Jacob wonders if his blood will still be circulating in his fingers by the time this match is over.

One strike blocked, a feint parried, another slash dodged. The duel drags on and on – Kevin mutters something about sundown coming before it’s over and Jacob almost laughs, hysterical and wild with all the adrenaline coursing through his veins – and then –

Juyeon knocks the sword out of Jaehyun’s hand, sending it flying high into the air.

A scream builds in Jacob’s throat as Kevin lets out a pained wheeze. Maybe, just maybe, Jacob thinks, Juyeon has a chance to win this. Castling queens, he needs to –

But Jaehyun catches the blade.

He catches it.

Jacob nearly falls over entirely as the general resumes the fight, barely looking like he’s broken a sweat. Juyeon stumbles and Jacob almost releases his previous scream. He manages to regain his balance, though Jacob can tell even from here that Juyeon’s shaken.

Who wouldn’t be, after all? No one could blame Juyeon after that sort of stunt.

But he can’t afford to be shaken. He needs to move, to fight, to win this for the stupid onyx stone that’s probably a fake anyway because they need all the information they can get, even if it means putting the Onyx prince himself in a direct line of danger –

The dagger falls out of Juyeon’s hand. Jaehyun kicks it, sending the blade skittering across the arena.

Kevin’s nails begin cutting into Jacob’s skin.

Juyeon continues the fight. He’s already fought and won against another girl who managed to disarm his dagger hand, Jacob knows, so there’s a chance, a tiny chance that he could still make this. As sweat stings his open eyes, he prays, he prays to every higher order of the two kingdoms, pawns and kings, please let Juyeon win this –

But Jaehyun isn’t the girl from before. And with the first trip, the first tiny stumble over a stone or a rut in the ground, the general flips the sword out of Juyeon’s hand. It falls to the ground in a cloud of dust.

The tip of a blade inserts itself under Juyeon’s chin.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for juyeon he needs it)

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[flirtyhyuck]

cuddle me close

; five positions jaemin likes to cuddle you in

; jaemin x gender neutral reader

; cuddling, fluff, domestic, established relationship, minor argument comfort

; 1.7k wc

The spoon

The moment Jaemin is tucking himself into bed, his arm is reaching out to grasp at your waist, pulling you closer. “Come here,” he groans.

“Clingy,” you chuckle into the evening air. His chest, unclothed because it’s too humid to be wearing clothes right now, presses against your back, arms winding around your torso so tightly that you can practically feel your rib cage getting smaller. “Jaemin, let me breathe, will you?”

“Sorry,” he whispers into the spot behind your ear. His exhaustion is felt through the vibrations that rattle through down your neck, simmering down in your shoulders with a light buzz in the way only his raspy voice can. The hold around your waist loosens up the tiniest bit, not enough to actually matter but you choose not to say anything, just smiling to yourself.

With the puffs of air Jaemin lets out, tickling the lobes of your ears, your eyes lull shut to blanket the room in darkness. “Long day?” you ask, aware Jaemin only ever cuddles like this when he’s drained, preferring to face you most of the time.

Apparently too tired to respond with actual words, he just hums in agreement. His legs fold and huddle closer, knees bent in a ninety degree, raising in a way that pushes your own legs up to rest your bum on his thighs, lower back pressed into his pelvis. “Turn off the light,” he mumbles, dragging the words.

You reach out to turn off the lamp but don’t even make it half of the distance you need to, limb falling with a dejected sigh. “Let go of me.”

Even with your back turned to the boy, you see the concerned frown taking over his face immediately, eyebrows drawing in softly. “What?”

“Dumbie,” you giggle, tapping at his wrist to prompt him to let go, “I can’t turn it off with you holding me down.”

There’s a few moments of white noise, your clock ticking and the aircon humming a little too loud before Jaemin lets out a quiet noise of realisation. “Well,” he murmurs, nosing back into the crook of your neck, “guess we’re sleeping with the light on tonight.”

The butt cheek to cheek

“Where was it you wanted to go tomorrow?” you ask Jaemin. The soft petting of his foot against your ankle halts for a moment to think, shoulders going still against yours before remembering.

“That cafe that opened in Jisung’s campus food court, apparently he scored a job there,” he replies. You always thought it was weird you could feel Jaemin’s breathing pattern through his back when it’s pressed up against yours, his inhales deep and chesty.

“Huh?” you ask. His whisper combined with facing away from one another doesn’t exactly make for the best conversation. He repeats his answer once again, a little louder this time, and hums when you do, acknowledging one another.

Both of you tap at your phones- you checking up on notifications and messages while Jaemin does whatever he’s doing on his. “Woah,” Jaemin breathes, turning around to tap your shoulder as a way to ask you to copy his actions. You flop to lay down on your other side, now facing your boyfriend as he shoves his phone screen in your face. “Look at where Hyuckie and his girlfriend went for their anniversary.”

“Damn,” you mumble, staring at the romantic restaurant behind Haechan’s dressed up partner on Snapchat, mouth drooling when the story continues to another snap of him and her clinking glasses of wine over steak, “mad envy.”

“I know right,” he sighs, staring at the boomerang for another moment before twisting back to the other side, original position assumed when you do the same.

The honeymoon hug

“Shhh,” he comforts, pulling your entire body in even closer when you let out another wretched sob, your voice muffled by his chest after the second cry. His hand strokes from the base of your neck all the way to your lower back, firm yet gentle, fingers loving, and repeats the motion. “It’s okay.”

“I would have studied more had I known that it’d be so hard,” you choke out, every word said with a quivering breath, “but I had to insist that we go on that date.” He feels his chest tighten up a little knowing you regret going out with him but puts the disappointed feeling aside, aware you’re speaking out of frustration.

Your hands fist the cotton of his shirt, damp with tears and probably some saliva as he continues shushing you quietly, mumbling words of consolation into your scalp. Hiccuping, which Jaemin feels guilty for finding cute, you clench harder and curl in on yourself, knees pushing against his own to create distance. To bring you back into his warmth again, he hooks his leg over yours and drags it in, tangling them up and consequently having you pressed hip to hip, snotting into the spot between his collarbones.

“I know it’s hard,” he sniffles with you, heart constricting when you whimper at his words, “you can make up for it or get extra credit. Yeah?”

He knows it probably isn’t the most loving thing someone could hear right now but he needs you to calm down, know that everything is going to be okay. “I just-” you begin, already spiraling into irritation yet again, fists balling up even more that he can feel your knuckles dig into his ribs.

“I know, baby- I know,” he coos, shushing you to stop the fumble of angry words you’re bound to let out. “I’m here for you… It’ll be okay.”

“Okay,” you nod, sniffling loudly and letting out quivering breaths, shoulders jumping in place of stifled cries, “alright.”

“You’ll be alright, my love.”

The leg hug

Plopping down onto your side of the bed, something that rarely ever mattered in your home, you make sure to shimmy away from Jaemin as much as possible, practically dangling off the edge. “Come on,” he whines. You hear him scooting over, the mattress dipping under his traveling weight, “don’t be like this.”

You respond with a light scoff which only makes him wail louder, the sound high pitched and ringing in your ears. “I said I was sorry!” he tries again, this time with a finger poking at your shoulder.

“Ugh,” you groan, flipping around to face the boy who lights up at once.

“That’s better,” he grins, folding his hands beneath his head and staring at you with a delighted expression. You really doubt if this view is actually any better, an angry scowl on your face and eyes glaring so hard at Jaemin that his hair could catch on fire.

“You don’t deserve my face,” you hiss, pulling up the collar of your shirt to curl over your head, only the crown of your head peeking out now, “after what you did.”

He sighs and yanks down the fabric, revealing your still angry expression, “I didn’t mean to!”

“You didn’t mean to flirt with the server?” you groan, swatting away the hand that tries to cup your jaw.

“Absolutely not!” he exclaims, slamming a hand down on the mattress and persisting, slapping once with every syllable he lets out, gradually getting more forceful, “I didn’t know that was flirting! I thought I was just being nice, you know how I am. I won’t do it again, it was my mistake.”

He pouts when you just stare at him, eyes blank and frown unwavering. “Fine,” you relent, “I forgive you.”

Jaemin lets out a happy squeal, grinning from ear to ear and practically jumps your way, ready to envelop you in his arms like always. To his dismay, your arm comes out just as fast and pushes at his chest, protesting, “no.”

“Huh? I thought you forgave me!” he cries out, eyes wide and pleading yet again.

“Just be happy I’m even looking at you,” you grumble. He nods solemnly and reaches for the lamp switch, flicking it off and letting the room turn a pitch black. He wonders how he’s going to fall asleep without you in his arms but smiles a second later, thoughts erased when your foot finds his, ankles curling around one another, and your hand reaches out to his shoulder, slowly dragging down the length of his arm to lace your fingers together.

The half spoon

The bathroom door creaks open and you hear the pattering footsteps of Jaemin making his way into the bedroom, humming a small tune under his breath all the while. Bedroom already open, he saunters in with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and damp, mussed hair.

“Babe,” you frown, watching him rack through the closet for something to put on, “what did I tell you about leaving your hair wet? It’s going to get all poofy now.”

Your boyfriend just shrugs and throws on a random shirt, the band tee from a concert you guys visited last summer, as well as a pair of boxers from the drawers to his left. “You like playing with my poofy hair,” he points out, shaking it off once before falling by your side.

Laying on your back, left hand scrolling through Instagram and legs completely outstretched, you have your right arm flop open as invitation for Jaemin to cuddle. He takes it up immediately, moving with muscle memory and molding to fit by your side like second nature.

“Wanna watch anything?” you ask, already clicking onto the YouTube app and searching for the pet rabbit vlogs he likes. Your arm curls around his shoulders as he snuggles and lays his head on your chest, right leg pulled by his own to get sandwiched between his knees.

“The rabbit one- where they give it a bath,” he answers predictably. You scroll through the uploads to look for the specific one he wants, tracing little hearts into his shoulder blades as his foot wiggles impatiently, the excited movement making the loose covers curl up by his feet.

The recognisable lo-fi blares out your speaker and you rush to turn it down, startled. All the while Jaemin brings his hand to your chest, leaning in to watch the video. The bunny is placed into the little plastic tub they’ve just bought, shivering a little due to the water, and your boyfriend coos at it so cutely that you can’t help but bring a hand up to pet at his hair, adoring.

[markynaz]

andalmo?

it's only been literally two years this has languished in my drafts fill out the character profile for every name you get in your inbox

Full Name: Andalmo Selovyn

Gender and Sexuality:  Cis male.  Bi, leans toward men (even though his love interest is female)

Pronouns: He/him

Ethnicity/Species: Dunmer

Birthplace and Birthdate: Morthal, Skyrim.  Born on the 2nd of Sun’s Dusk, under the Serpent constellation.

Guilty Pleasures: Sleeping late into the day, tavern games, walking under illusion even when there's absolutely no need to hide his face. He just enjoys lying. Lies for fun, really.

Phobias: Kwama scribs creep him out much like spiders creep outu others. They're just so... skittery. It's unnerving. What They Would Be Famous For: Being a Blade spy, though hopefully not too famous, if he's doing his job right. What They Would Get Arrested For: Being a Blade spy, though again, hopefully not too arrested if he's doing his job right. Also he sort of did a lot of murder in his youth. (He got better. And the statute of limitations is mostly passed.) OC You Ship Them With: Sotha Sarethi, daughter of Nerevarine Arafel Sarethi, and also his commanding officer. Well, ex-commanding officer, given... -waves hands vaguely at the end of the Great War- OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Tricky one. Sotha did her credible best back when she first met him, though to be fair, she didn't know he was a Blade and he wasn't exactly acting Blade-like. At this point, probably the Thalmor Justiciar Aranande, whom I have adopted as my own because Bethesda has lost interest in their own damn mobile game. Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Mystery. Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: "You see, I, Detective Fluffernutter, knew the villain was this random side character the whole time! Allow me to spend five pages rattling off all these clues that the narrative never bothered to show the reader." Talents and/or Powers: Accomplished illusionist, spy, liar, and generally very good at setting the cat among the pigeons exactly when he wants the pigeons (the pigeons being an enemy) most confused. Less accomplished with diplomacy, which is very unfortunate when he no longer has a Blade partner to help cover for him. Why Someone Might Love Them: Strong internal voice, competent, cunning. Has a will of steel behind all that faffing about, and it's always nice to watch someone like that persevere and earn their win. Why Someone Might Hate Them: Bit of an antihero in all the worst possible senses of the word. It's a rather overdone trope, I will admit. How They Change: Starts out as a rather bitter loner. Through time in the Blades, time out of the Blades, and time as the Dragonborn, he actually steps up to the role destiny seems to have him chalked into - or, at least, he creates a legend which can live up to that over-inflated role and be looked up to. Why You Love Them: i had boethiah cultist brainrot and andalmo just spiraled out of my musings on what a boethiah follower blade would look like. the answer: a cutthroat illusionist who would die to protect his friends, but no actually, he won't die, fuck you, he's only here because he's survived this long, and he's going to survive a little longer, gods damn it. And now I'm attached to him. He's also incredibly fun to write, because he's just so damn frustrated all the time!

#dragonborn andalmo #ask games #longform #w h o o p s sorry this was a While in the coming wasn't it hhasdhkjlksdjka

[risualto]

Hellooo, I love your stories! If it's okay with you, can I ask for 'SPOTS TO KISS + 11' with Liam from Speaker? Thank you for sharing your stories with us btw <3

Hello, anon!  You are so welcome, and thank you for loving my stories enough to ask for more of them!  Nothing makes me happier.  Here’s a little bit of slightly angsty hurt/comfort feat. a non-gender-specific Speaker who is in the FWB stage of Liam’s relationship.  I hope you enjoy!

11. a kiss on the corner of the mouth + Liam

A part of you had really been hoping that spending the earlier part of the night with Liam would have been enough.  Maybe it had been naïve of you to hope that wearing yourselves out like that, falling asleep sated and blissed out (and not alone) would keep the nightmares away.  It probably was.  You, of all people, anyway, should understand that when a magic curse establishes a pattern, it’s damn well not going to break it just because you decided to sleep with someone and take comfort in that.

It was the same spiraling, consuming darkness as always, now of course with the recent addition of eyes and that slimy cold feeling slithering up your spine.  You still, as always, come back to yourself gasping, trembling as your limbs try to catch up to the memo that you’re conscious, and in the meantime, they’re too weak to even lift the flimsy motel sheets off of your body.

The space next to you is empty, but not cold…though it’s hard to tell if that’s true or if the whole bed just feels warm because your body is convinced you’re freezing.

Liam himself answers the question you barely had time to ask yourself when you hear him say your name.  His voice is low and rushed, and it occurs to you not for the first time since everything has started that Liam is prepared for this, these dreams.  You’re not completely sure if he knows when they’re going to happen somehow since it’s not like you or your sister have ever been able to predict it exactly. Sometimes you just get a feeling, like earlier tonight, but you don’t think you were acting any different.

And yet, Liam is still here, and what you know about his sleeping habits means that either he stayed up or woke up, specifically to be here.  (You assume—you hope—as much, given that he was right there, sitting on your side of the bed, hand almost touching your shoulder before landing instead on the sheets next to you.  It almost makes you laugh that he’s so shy about a touch that innocent.)

Instead, the urge to laugh just gets caught in your chest, dashed against the jagged fear and frustration that lingers after the nightmares.

“What do you need?” Liam asks, just like every time before.  And every time before, there are answers on your tongue that you don’t say: for this to be over, to find whoever’s chasing (luring?) you and your sister and end it, a sleeping potion that won’t leave you feeling exhausted in five hours when you have to wake up, a hug that lasts about a week, give or take.  You, you don’t say to Liam.

Instead, you just shake your head and lift one hand to hold his arm in place next to you as you curl back up on your side with a sigh that’s much steadier than you expected.

Liam doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t move, either, except to pull the comforter back over your shoulders with his other hand. You think you catch something on his face before you close your eyes.  It’s a look you’re familiar with, one you’ve both given to and received from your sister.  A combination of righteous anger and twisting heartbreak, wishing there was more to be done and tired of knowing there’s not.  Wishing this could be enough.

It’s not a nice feeling, exactly, but it is strangely soothing as the heavy draw of sleep starts to pull you back under. The fear of drowning is still there, though.  Maybe that’s what makes you resist just long enough to feel the bed shift, a curl of breath across your cheek, and a whisper of a kiss at the edge of your lips.  You think to smile, to try and catch it before it scatters across the waves, but you’re already under.  This time, at least, the waters are calm.

#speaker stuff #speaker li #risuawrites #Anonymous #risuresponds

[grimoire-of-seven]

Hello! Is it possible to request for angst? Perhaps Diavolo intervenes too late when Lucifer finds Luke was reading the book in Underground Tomb (I believe?) where MC steps between Lucifer and Beelzebub to protect them and she ends up being more injured than it was told in the story and Mammon, being the protective demon he is, loses it. Maybe she wakes up like one week later or something and feels afraid of Lucifer although he feels sorry for it. Something like that? Hope it's okay..

Prompt :: A True Friend

Rating: SFW || Barbatos’ Warning: Spoilers for the “Missing Luke Arc”

Words: 765

Characters: Mammon + MC / Gender-Neutral Reader [mentions of Lucifer, Beel & Luke]

Note: This was sad. This was very sad. Who hurt you, anon? Lol jk, nevertheless, I had fun writing this and exploring the MC in a much more in-depth way while trying to not completely take over others’ perspective of the situation.

The last memory you remembered was Lucifer charging towards you, his cold unfeeling dark eyes ready for the kill.

You must’ve angered him badly that he was willing to endanger his own brother. This is all your fault. You shouldn’t have been nosy. You shouldn’t have provoked the eldest among the demon brothers.

But… it was the right thing to do.

Although you believe that Beel and Luke would be capable of protecting themselves, you couldn’t remove that unsettling feeling in your gut that screams danger for the both of them. Perhaps… the best conclusion to the argument was you being…

...dead?

Is this it?

Is this the end of your year in RAD, and the end of your life in general?

Within the darkness before you, everything felt painful. Your throat is parched, every inch of your body racked with unimaginable pain. Every bit of your being felt as if you were thrown in the pits of Devildom, the fires eating your whole body until nothing but ash remains.

Well… everything aside from your hand. Such comforting warmth…  

“…” You hear a buzzing on your ears, the ringing silence slowly dissipating.

“ke up..!”

Words…?

What do they mean?

“Wake up!”

Wake up?

I’m alive…?

Slowly opening your eyes, a mop of white hair illuminated by the dim blue lights of the room appeared before you. An expression of… shock and happiness visible on the person’s face.

Mammon…?

“Oh, thank the Father you’re still alive!”

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, your hands gripping his a little tighter at the realization of your consciousness. Opening your lips to speak his name, you have forgotten the fire on your throat until you were thrown in a coughing fit.

Distraught at the sudden reaction, Mammon handed you a glass of water, and gently aided you to sit up, “Here, have water.”

“What happened?” You asked after satiating your thirst. Everything still feels painful.

“Well, aside from broken human bones, you’ll be fine.” He tenderly tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, clear sky blue eyes gazing at you with relief, “Ya really should be takin’ care of yourself more. I lost my shit seein’ ya all bloody and unconscious.”

Right…

So it wasn’t a dream.

Lucifer…

“Lucifer is… It was scary, Mammon.” You enunciated, hands that held the glass of water now shaking at the livid memory of your attacker,  “I... I thought I was honestly going to die.”

You sobbed at the recollection of the terrifying events, painful tears streaming down your scratched up cheeks.

“Damn right ya are!” Mammon took the glass from you and sat on the bed beside you, hand tracing circular patterns on your back so as to calm your rising panic, “Lucifer was out for blood and... almost had ya...”

“I was shaking and my knees felt like jelly but I couldn’t move… I couldn’t call for you either!”

“Look, it’s no use regrettin’ this stuff... ”

“I didn’t want to call for you!” You replied, desperately embracing him to feel a semblance of stability at the thoughts and regrets that are once again spiralling in your head, “W-What if you got hurt because of me?”

“I’m just a human... I-I know Beel and Luke wouldn’t-wouldn’t be safe e-even if I was there b-but I can’t just leave them under Lucifer’s mercy.” You felt Mammon’s arms wrap around you, his constant heartbeat somewhat pulling you away from the fear.

“Beel said... Beel asked me if I were to choose between the two people who are important to me, who would I choose?”

“...you can’t?”

“I can’t, Mammon. That’s so unfair... I brought Luke in because he was in a fight with Simeon. A-And Beel was stuck with me because I ate his pudding... It was all... all my fault, Mammon.”

With the release of all your fears, his relaxing warmth, and the feeling of Mammon’s hands rubbing your back in a comforting manner, your eyes felt unbearably heavy…

Perhaps from the tears?

“You should be more careful, dummy.” He whispered to you softly, his voice sounding so much like a lullaby ever passing second, “Humans are fragile beings. One accident and you’re a goner...”

You were trying so hard to fight off the unconsciousness, hearing him continue his words, “Silly human. You don’t have to carry everything alone now.”

Mammon smiled at your now-sleeping expression, you energy all lost from the adrenaline of panic. He placed you lightly back to the bed, wiping off the tears on your sickly cheeks.

“You have me behind your back.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me game #obey me #lucifer #mammon #beelzebub #luke #mod lee

[jimimn]

HI ITS ME WHO'S NOT OVER JJK BLONDE SELFIE AND WILL NEVER BE -💫

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO <33333333

HONESTLY ITS THE WAY YOH SAY SUCH NICE THINGS AND I DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END BECAUSE INCONSISTENCY BLEEDS INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE FNEKALKD BUT I'M GETTING DONE WITH MY FIRST LEG OF EXAMS ON MONDAY SO YAY TO THAT!! OKAY I THINK WE'LL MOVE SLOWLY WITH BABY STEPS JUNGKOOK DROPPED SOME SELCAS JIMIN DROPPED SOME SELCAS IN THE WORDS OF THE LEGENDARY JEON JUNGKOOK ALL WE NEED NOW IS "together..BAM!" (THAT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER THE WAY HE SAYS IT 🤧)

YES IN THIS HOUSE WE SCREAM OVER JIMIN'S DISRESPECT HE IS THE PARAGON OF A MULTI-FACETED MAN THAT HAS US WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. THE AUDACITY 😤

CHANEL X JIMIN LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN AND OMG THAT SELFIE THAT DROPPED?? SIR???? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?? I MEAN YES BH SAID LET'S DROP SELFIES IN BULK BUT THAT ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN BLACK(GREY? I DONT KNOW FHSKKAJF) WITH THE SHIRTS UNBUTTONED!!! THEM COLLARBONES ARE FREE AND THEY'RE THRIVING IN THE OPEN IN THAT ONE. ALSO HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY. OH GOD LITERALLY HE HAS THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE KNOWS HE DOES HOT BOY SHIT LIKE SHUT UP OK YOU CANT DO THAT JAIL FOR U NDNSLSKAJJW

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE THATS RIGHT!! EVEN STRAIGHT MEN?? BRO LIKE HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL GENDERS JUST TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES FOR YOU IT'S INSANE AND OMG MISS SHIVI HAVE YOU SEEN THAT ONE CLIP IN WHICH JIMIN HOLDS HIS GAZE WITH THESE MEN WHO LOOK AT HIM (i think it was bon voyage?) and when they cross each other he JUST SMIRKS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR LIKE YEAH OK ALEXA PLAY I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT. AND YES I'LL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTIME 💗💗

12PM KST IS THE HOLY HOUR I TELL YOU ALTHOUGH I REMEMBER WAITING THE NIGHT BEFORE BE CAME OUT WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO COME AND BH WAS JUST LIKE "yea...no" OMG THAT'S AWESOME YOUR COUSIN'S VISITING YOU

HHFJDOSO YEAH IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THEY DID THE JUMP ALTHOUGHHHH I'M POSITIVE THEY'LL DO SMTH COOL LIKE THAT IN THEIR CONCERTS BECAUSE THEIR PERFORMANCE QUALITY IS JUST.. THROUGH THE ROOF IT'S CRAZY!! WHEN THE PERFORM WINGS?? LIKE HOLY SHIT NO CHOREO NO POSITIONS JUST BTS RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE MAKING THE CROWD GO FERAL I LOVE EVERY WINGS PERFORMANCE SO MUCH MY SEROTONIN LEVELS ARE ALWAYS AT A HIGH THEN. OOHH MY GODDD BS&T IS REALLY THAT BITCH!!!! WHO'S DOING IT LIKE HER TODAY NO ONE IS EXACTLY. AND NOOOO I TOTALLY GET IT WE THINK ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH THAT ACCIDENT HAS THE SAME EFFECT ON ME. IF ONLY YOU'D TOLD ME THEN IN 2016 THAT THAT ACCIDENT WAS THE START OF SO MANY I'D BE PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED (see: him basically stripping himself that one serendipity performance. holy shit.)

FOR REAL THO CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED OUT OF NOWHERE AND DO YOU REMEMBER JIMIN SAYINF uUH iM nOt wORkInG oN a SoLo SoNg aT ThE mOmEnT heHe LIKE ALL MEN DO IS LIE OK AT THIS POINT. BYE. YES TAEHYUNG DID WARN US BUT ARMYS (LIKE MYSELF) PUT THEIR CLOWN WIGS ON AND THOUGHT IT WAS KTH1 LMAO. OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T SLEEP THROUGH ANY OF THEIR UPCOMING SONG RELEASES BUT I'M SURE IT'S THE BEST FEELING TO WAKE UP TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFS AND SEE "Big Hit Labels" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE FIREEE. DUDE SERIOUSLY I NEED JIMIN TO GO LIVE AGAIN (although we've been well fed by namjoon for now🤧😌💗) LIKE THAT ONE YT LIVE WHERE HE SAID "O...M...G" SHUT UP STOP BEING SO CUTE I'M DHJSWLIFJWKALS

LMAO OKAY YEAH THAT'S VALID YOUR BLOG THEME IS BASICALLY ✨jimin✨ AND I LOVE THAT IT REALLY GRAVITATED ME AND YOUR URL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD YOUR BRAINNN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

YES YES YES JIMIN IS SO PERFECT AND THE SOCK DOODLESSS 😭😭😭 oooo so when did you get into giffing? how did you start? BROOOOO YOUR URL'S ORIGIN STORY. I LOVE IT WOW YES IT'S DEFINITELY GOT THE REQUIRED ✨pazzaz✨

NOOO OMG THIS URL IS YOUR BRAND LIKE YOU'RE A LEGEND ON ARMYBLR I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BUT STILL!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE AT THE END 💖

OMG QUARANTINE DID IT'S ONE GOOD JOB AND GOT YOU INTO BANGTAN YAY. OMG YOU AND MISS LIFEGOESMON ARE FRIENDSS??? LEGENDS INTERACTING THIS IS SO COOL. LMAO THE PARADIGM SHIFT YOU MUST'VE FELT FROM LISTENING TO STAY GOLD (WHICH BTW THE MV...THE LITERAL CUTEST OH GOD THE LITTLE DOG AND JIMIN'S LITTLE SMILES DHSJAOWO) TO THEN GOING TO BST IN WHICH JIMIN IS BASICALLY STRIPPING AND JUNGKOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO. YES BS&T HAS EVERYONE HOOKED THE POWERRRR. YOU FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH YOUR FRIEND'S ASSISTANCE OH GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 💓 EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAH OKAY MY STORY ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS YOURS IS BUT IN 2016 BASICALLY ALL I KNEW OF KPOP WAS GANGNAM STYLE AND WASNT WILLING TO CUANGE THAT PERCEPTION (FOOL BEHAVIOUR I TELL YOU) AND WAS TOO BUSY OBSESSING OVER ONE DIRECTION'S REUNION AND SO ONE NIGHT (THE NIGHT BEFORE JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY 🤧🤧) I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEIR BS&T TEARS MV AND I HEARD IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! THIS IS THAT SUPER ADDICTIVE SONG THAT I'D HEARD SOMEWHERE AND IT JUST SPIRALLED FROM THERE I REMEMBER SEEING JIMIN AND BEING LIKE 👀👀👀👀 WHO IS HE I LIKE HIM AND JUST HIS AURA DREW ME IN SOOO MUCH AND WHEN I WAS GETTING INTO THEM I REMEMBER WRITING THEIR NAMES IN MY NOTES TO SEE IF I COULD REMEMBER 🤧 AND I STILL HAVE THAT NOTE FROM 4+ YEARS AGO 💓 AND YEAH BASICALLY SEEING THEM DO ALL THE MUSIC SHOWS AND STUFF AT THE TIME WAS SO COOOL AND MIND YOU BH DIDN'T HAVE SUBS FOR BANGTAN BOMBS THEN SO WENT ON THESE SKETCHY DAILYMOTION TYPE SITES LOOKING FOR ALL THE CONTENT I COULD CHURN OUT LMAO

AND YES!! COURTESY OF YOU I DID WATCH SOME RUN EPS!! I WATCHED THEIR CANADA ONES SPEAKING OF WHICH I LOOOVE THAT PART WHERE THEY'RE DOING THAT SONG GUESSING THING IN THE MORNING AND JIMIN SAYS "are you cold?" 🥺🥺 TO TAE AND HUGS HIM URRHRHEHSJSJSH AND I ALSO SAW THE ONES WITH THE PUPPIES GODDDDD I LOVE THE PUPPIES ONE SO MUCH LITERALLY JUNGKOOK AND HIS DOG (MIRI?) OH MY GOD THAT LIL FLUFFER AND ADAM IS MY ICON WITH HOW HE JUST DID HIS OWN THING LMAO.

BUT ANYWAY!! DO YOU HAVE A FAVE ERA?? LIKE DO YOU EVER LOOK AT THEM AND GO "Damn I wish I was a fan then" BECAUSE HONESTLY I WISH I HAD STANNED THEM IN THEIR DOPE ERA BUT I DON'T THINK I WOULD HAVE SURVIVED JIMIN THEN DHKSOWID-💫

FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!!!!!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!!! AND YAYYYYY CONGRATS I HOPE THE FIRST LEG OF EXAMS WENT WELL <333333 AND OH MY GOD you’re gonna make me cry with the together baam goddddddd same one of my fave moments and jimin’s giggles after that 😭😭😭😭 my babies <3 :((((

that..... black suit selca....... that opened button...... like open one more dear sir who’s stopping you... just do it <33333 YEAH he totally needs to shut up with his i know im hot side it just kills me every single time 😭😭😭😭😭

LISTEN THAT BV3 MOMENT  S H O O K  ME OKAY????? THOSE GUYS LOOKED AT HIM AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT (AND HE SHOULD BE) AND THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR????? LIKE HE KNOWS HE HAS EVERY SINGLE PERSON; NO MATTER WHAT GENDER; WRAPPED AROUND HIS LIL PINKY LIKE THAT???????

OH MY GOD ME TOO I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE WINGS STAGE AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SO MUCH FUN IS JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEE THEIR ENERGY DURING THE SY TOUR MEDLEY WITH IDOL AND BAEPSAE AND FIRE AND DOPE ZSXDFGFCHGVJBHJN THEY JUST LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE CROWD AND THE MUSIC AND ITS JUST SO FUCKING SURREAL TO WATCH HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY DOING WHAT THEY DO!!!!! kinda makes me want to find that happiness and passion in whatever i do in my professional life <3 and LISTEN jimin said the break the soul commentary THAT HE COULD DO SERENDIPITY SHIRTLESS TOO. THE AUDACITY. HE SAID THAT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST. 

YOU KNWO WHAT I THINK JIMIN WON’T GIVE US A HINT BEFORE DROPPING PJM1. HE’LL JUST DROP IT ONE FINE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE HE DROPPED PROMISE AND CHRISTMAS LOVE (i wasn’t here when he dropped promise but i read that on twitter sdfghjkl) AND NO PLS NO I DO N O T WANT TO SLEEP THROUGH JJK1 OR KTH1 OR PJM1 OR KSJ1 OR NAMGI MIXTAPE 3 OR HOBI MIXTAPE 2 OR ANYTHING BASICALLY YOU GET IT i had slept through dynamite cb because i had NO CLUE that they were gonna drop it at 1pm kst rather than 12 am kst. i was under the impression that since they dropped all the teaser pictures and the teaser itself as 12 am kst, the mv will drop at 12 am kst too. and I woke up like two hours after the mv dropped (which was almost noon my time) and i felt like A FUCKING FOOL AND I JUST 😭😭😭😭 NEVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭 

AND YES BABIE NEEDS TO COME LIVE SOON PLS I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH :((((( AND HIS O...M.....G HAD MADE ME FUCKING SOBBBBBBBBBBB his yt live god he looked sooooooo fluffy with his hair and his tiny hands and his puppy eyes and soft voice im just so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NO NONNONONONO PLEASE IM NO LEGEND DON’T SAY THAT IM EMBARRASSED im just a normal fangirl who makes okayish gifs 😭😭 and ok yes so i started giffing LONNNGGGGGG time back on a different public fan forum from my country but i never knew the right process and stuff so obviously the gifs were shitty lmao BUT ANYWAY i got into gifmaking PROPERLY this in july last year and obviously struggled a lot in the beginning because i didn’t know shit about colouring and stuff lmao but i kept practicing and even though im not perfect rn i do think that i got better. i love giffing tho. its such a nice creative outlet and whenever i gif the boys it brings me so much happiness :( <33

AND YES ASDFGHJKL ME AND HER ARE FRIENDS SINCE A VERY LONG TIME SDFGHJK LIKE LONG BEFORE BOTH OF US GOT INTO BTS SDFGHJ and ah yes the whiplash lmaooooooo and you’re right god the stay gold mv is SO FUCKING PRETTY THE COLOURS IN THAT ENTIRE MV HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND JIMIN AND TAE AND JOON WITH THE DOGGO JUST EVERYTHING SDFGHJK <3333333 AND BS&T DUDE I GIFFED THE MV YESTERDAY AND IM 💀💀💀💀💀 (like i just giffed jimin from the mv but i did watch the whole thing 5647589 times <333333) AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!! I WAS A LILLY SINGH FAN (IDK IF YOU KNOW HER SHE’S A YOUTUBER) BACK IN 2016 AND PEOPLE BACK THEN HAD REQUESTED HER TO REACT TO BS&T MV AND I HAD WATCHED HER REACTION VIDEO AND (although it didn’t stick with me back then because i was a fucking fool) I DID SOMEHOW REMEMBERED THE JIN AND STATUE KISSING MOMENT AND WHEN IN 2020 I SAW THE MV AND SAW THE KISSING MOMENT MY BRAIN JUST!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE AND THEN I REMEMBERED I HAD SEEN THIS IN THE REACTION VIDEO LMAOOOOO i wish i hadn’t been a fool and gotten into them back then :((((

AH NO OMG YOUR STORY IS SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEE ATLEAST YOU WEREN’T A FOOL LIKE ME TO NOT GET ATTRACTED TO BS&T THE FIRST TIME OF SEEING IT!!!! I WANNA HIT MY 2016 SELF LIKE DAMN YOU YOU FOOLISH ASSHOLE AND yes omg how did y’all do the subs thing damnnnnn i can’t imagine

AND YES THE CANADA RUN EPIS ARE LOOOVVVEEEE and that vmin moment plsssssss i cry everytime 😭😭😭😭😭 it is just so soft and innocent and tae’s little smile after jimin just turns around and hugs him 😔😔😔😔 i love soulmates 😔😔😔😔 AND MIRI YES OMG EVERYONE WAS SO IMPRESSED BY THE LITTLE CUTIE AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK JUST KEPT ADORING HER THROUGHOUT MADE ME SO SO SOFTTTT and bro adam is me. i am like that. lazy and un-motivated AF. although if i were a dog and jin were to be my owner i would listen to him so well and jump on him every chance i’d get 😌😌😌

GOD YES RED HAIR DOPE ERA JIMIN 💀 BABIE BUT MAKE IT SEXY 🥵🥵 AND OMG YESDGFHG MY FAVE ERA IS HYYH. ORANGE HAIRED JIMIN. PLS. HE’S EVERYTHING. I WISH I HAD GOTTEN INTO THEM DURING THAT. LIKE THAT ERA IS ..... SOMEHOW SO FUCKING WILD AND STILL SO ASSURING AND CALMING ????? KEEPS ME ROOTED LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN DFGHJKL AND WINGS TOO DAMN I WISH I WAS HERE TO LIVE ALL THOSE AMAZING ERAS. but even though i wish i had gotten into them earlier... i think i found them when i needed them the most. I was going through a very difficult time last year and they somehow they made me feel so fucking safe and at home that the connection was instant. honestly i’ve never stanned or felt a connection with any celebrity as strong as the one i feel with bangtan. its like... they don’t know i exist but they still know EXACTLY what im feeling and what to say or do at that time to make me feel comforted. Its weird god but its true :((( SORRY I GOT EMO I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT SDFGHJKL

#anonymous #replied #💫

[countessmorgasson]

The New World

Julian x MC! It’s been a long journey, but MC’s convinced Julian to come home.

Gender Neutral MC

(Disclaimer: Based on Julian’s reversed ending, major spoilers. This scene is meant to pick up a little after where the ending left off)

You’ve been waiting for those five words for years, it seemed. Before you can respond to what you just heard, you play them over and over in your head, savoring the relief Julian’s voice brings.

Let’s get out of here.

At first, you thought you didn’t hear right.

Every day, for... who knows how long, you suggested leaving this place. Wherever this was. It wasn’t the world either of you truly belonged to.  But nowhere you could go would take you back. 

The Devil succeeded in his quest to destroy the barriers between realms.  Whatever this place was now, it wasn’t your world.  It was just a twisted shadow, a dying phantom of the places you once loved.

And none of it mattered when you reencountered your love.  The creatures you’ve faced, the red skies and the ghostly lakes that beckoned you to swim for eternity... none of those things frightened you once you found Julian.

For years and years, the two of you settled within these broken walls, reveling in each other’s presence. It was all you needed. Not food, drink, or even sleep. Your physical needs withered away, bit by bit, each day- making it that much easier to stay.

But every so often, you asked Julian if he’d ever venture outside with you and the answer was always the same.

There’s nothing out there for us. Why would you want to leave? We’ve got everything we could need, right here. 

But he must have snapped, because today you asked him once more, partially out of habit- and he agreed.

You’re gazing up at your lover- your partner. The light of your life.  Your soulmate.

Jet black feathers coat his entire body, glistening in purple moonlight. Or is that the sun..? you’ve never known for sure.

He stands a little taller these days. His appearance haunts him no more.

“Why now?” You tear yourself away from your thoughts, reaching your hand out to clasp his clawed fingers. The physical touch is cold, but there’s a warmth in the interior- an energy driven by love, passion... by Julian.

“As each day passes by, the Devil’s hold on me seems to wither away.” He reaches up to you with his free hand, tracing along your cheek. “These chains aren’t what they used to be.”

Right as he’s said it, you glance at him in a new light. You see them sometimes- the chains wrapped around Julian’s feathered body in a perfect bind. He never let you touch them directly- and you didn’t push, because the same fear was instilled in your minds: if he broke the Devil’s deal, you’d be the first to suffer the consequences.

So, for now, you must bear to let Julian stay shackled.  Not for the Devil, of course. For Julian.  He didn’t need the additional torture of a broken deal. Not after what he did for you. 

It’s really easy to lose yourself in thought these days... 

“M/c.”

You look up, still hand-in-hand. 

“Yes, my love?”

He repeats the words you were once dying to hear.

“Let’s get out of here.”

-

The first step into the daylight is enough to make your heart hammer against your chest.

There’s something familiar about this street. The earth below you is tinged so red it almost makes you nauseous. That shade of red... so close to blood. The skies above part orange clouds, no indication of whether it’s actually day or night. Maybe neither exist anymore.

The worst is the path ahead.  Twisted, and broken- all roads leading to a thick, foggy mystery. 

There’s no way to know what lies ahead.

Years had gone by back with Julian inside... but your sense of time seems to have warped. If you were to run into any of your friends, how long would they say it’s been? 

You stagger backwards at first, but Julian seems to be in even worse condition.  He’s shell shocked at the sights before him.

“Has it been like this... all this time?”

“I think so.” Your hand finds his again. He’s nearly trembling, and for a moment you fear he may ask to turn back.

“Remember my dear, I’m here with you. I’m never leaving your side,” you assure. 

It seems to be enough. Julian puffs up his chest with a renewed sense of purpose- the feathers on his back even begin to stand upright.

“In that case, I’m always up for a good adventure.”

You turn to him, nearly slack-jawed at his widespread grin. You haven’t heard him speak like that since... 

Let’s just say it’s been a long time.

The two of you march forward, unafraid of what the journey holds for you.

-

You’re not quite sure, but you think you’re in the forest. A place you’ve only been to a few times- with Asra. Your dear friend.. The sight around you breaks your heart.  The life that was once in here... has wilted down to something dark.  Truly bringing a new meaning to the Dark Forest.  Julian seems to note your disdain. 

“It’s a shame.” It’s all he can bring himself to say. You know that tone of voice, but you look at him to make sure. He’s glancing down, with almost a defeated look in his eyes. “Would this have happened if I didn’t...?”

“Stop that. I’ll have none of it.” You squeeze his hand, pulling him out of his thoughts before he begins to drown in them. 

The life you two have been living... has changed him.  He’s still Julian, of course. Your Julian. And yet... there’s a piece of him missing. A piece you loved very dearly.  A piece you’re determined to put back in place.

You continue to wander straightforward. If the paths haven’t changed, this should take you to Vesuvia.  Possibly. You were just at the Rowdy Raven- or a version of it. It should have led you to South End, but you weren’t so lucky. You’ve yet to see the city.

“M/c, you’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time. How are you feeling about... everything?”

You take a moment to ponder.  How do you feel? You feel... exhausted. You’d love nothing more than to find a little scrap of home in this mess, somewhere you and Julian can lay your heads in peace. You feel exhausted, heartbroken, hopeless...

But all of those things are better than feeling nothing.

You reach a small hut hidden behind the scraggly trees, feeling your heart leap into your chest. 

“I feel... driven.”

You know this place. You’re sure you’ve been here before- right? There’s some familiarity to it, even among unknown territory. It has to lead to something good. Anywhere but here, you think, as the thunder above leads to rain. The droplets are cold against your skin, but not wet. Why can’t you feel the rain?  You ignore the disturbing feeling and head towards the wooden door...

And into darkness.

-

This is a feeling you know all too well.  Your senses begin to fail you as you fall, deeper and deeper through pitch black. 

“Ahh!!” You shut your eyes, hoping- begging- that this won’t lead you back where you started. 

“M/c?! I’ve got you!” You suddenly feel sharp talons close around your arms. Julian’s clinging onto you as the two of you seem to spiral downward. His voice is enough to keep you rooted in sanity. He sounds strong, protective... determined. 

Was he experiencing the same fall? Something about him sounds so... new.  New, and somehow familiar. 

Your eyes flutter open, but you’re still in darkness.  You’re not falling. 

Julian’s wrapped his arms around you, and above both of you, his large wings have expanded, protectively wrapping the two of you in a dark fold.  Small shimmers of light begin to peek out through his wings. 

You know this place.

-

The shop!

It’s not quite the same, it’s twisted into something darker and hollow, but it’s the closest to Vesuvia you’ve felt in years. The closest thing to home... Now tears begin to well in your eyes when you adjust. You even start to smell herbal tea waft throughout the room.

“Oh my...” Julian’s eyes dart all around as he stands up, his wings tucking into his back. “I never thought I’d see this damned place again...”

He walks sheepishly, anxious to knock things over with the hulking black wings on his back. You’re still sitting, as if Julian still had his hold on you. “M/c, I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now. This is all you’ve wanted...”

“That’s not completely true. I love this place, I do. Even like this. But all I want...” you stand and stride forward to embrace Julian, who now looks as exhausted as you feel. “All I’ve ever wanted... all I’ll ever want, or even need... is you. You, my love.”

Are those tears in his eyes? You bury your face in his chest before finishing the thought. Even in this sudden wave of emotion, it’s more than you’ve felt back in that hell. You can sense the same for Julian, who holds back so tightly you almost hear your bones crack. You don’t care. It feels too good to be in his arms- height difference, feathers, and claws aside. 

“I can feel it, my dear.” Julian’s voice sends a chill down your body. There’s something to his voice you���re noticing, something familiar. Listening to him felt like welcoming home an old friend. “We’re close to... something. Something good.”

Taking his hand, you explore the rest of the shop.  The first thing you do, of course, is open the front door.  You don’t see the city. 

Before you is a village- maybe it is Vesuvia... but it’s not the one you once knew. It’s twisted and dark just like everything else you’ve encountered, but somehow, your heart feels light. Your gut tells you there’s something out there waiting for you. 

Waiting for both of you to come home...

But you close the door and let your magic seal it shut.  Just for a little while.

Your eyes begin to grow heavy, and your bones and limbs follow suit.

Julian takes notice and scoops you into his arms. 

“I could go for a rest, too.”

You settle upstairs, in your old bedroom.  It’s chillier than you remember, even with the window shut and locked.  But it’s the real shop. You know it in your bones, your gut, in every part of your being. It’s a bit broken and warped these days, but it’s home.

You bring Julian tightly, fingers gently strumming against long, silky feathers. You truly admire them. They’re strong, resilient- brave. Those traits sure look good on Julian.

“We can stay here for a while...” You drift in and out of consciousness, finding warmth in Julian’s presence. He’s cradling you tightly, lips pressed to your forehead. His kiss makes you absolutely melt, deeper into his arms and into the bed below you.  Everything seems so distant again- but it doesn’t scare you.  It feels like... a journey ahead, one that you and your love have been waiting for all these years.

“They’re out there,” Julian whispers to you before you finally doze off. “Our friends. Family. I’m... finally ready to reunite.”

Your heart skips a beat, and in a quick moment of restlessness, you gaze up. The moonlight’s gone white.  Like it used to be. It shines in a brilliant halo over Julian’s head. If you stare hard enough, you can almost see locks of auburn hair protrude through his feathers.  He’s come so far.

“We’ll find them,” you agree. “Soon enough. I can feel it.”

“Until then, my dear m/c... we can have another night to ourselves.”

#the arcana #the arcana fic #the arcana julian #julian devorak #julian x mc #julian #ilya #ilya devorak #my writing #mine #fluffy #julian reversed ending

[imaginingsoftly]

Crossing Borders - Mat Barzal

Type: established relationship

Requested: Yes!

Warnings: none

(Y/N = Your name, Y/F/N = Your friend’s name)

A/N: Sorry this took so long; I struggled through how to best write this one! Enjoy

The semester was dragging, and you could feel the stress of work and classes and being on the other side of the country from your support system that was doing it. U of Toronto was a great school, and you loved your major, but it was hard to be so far away from your family and friends. Even Mat, who was just down in New York, was more than a day trip away. You were handling it mostly; it was the asshole in your Leadership class that had really done it. He’d snickered through your presentation on managing gender-related conflicts, and then dared to tell you that most women were lying about discrimination. Your professor had tried to cut him off, but you had reached the proverbial end of your rope and had gone off. She dismissed both of you from the class early, so here you were sitting in your car sobbing over the class and your week to that point. You never got kicked out of class. You were the type to show up twenty minutes early just to make sure you weren’t late, and you were sure to participate in every discussion politely. It had been one hell of a week, and getting kicked out of your first class ever was how you knew it was just the universe out to get you. Thankfully, it was Friday, and you tried to calm yourself with the thought of a couple of days to take a breather. 

Mat called like he could sense you spiraling, and you tried to calm your breathing before picking up. “Hey, hotshot,” you said, trying to hold your voice steady. “Hey Y/N. I don’t have long to talk, but I wanted to see if your week had gotten any better.” Well shit. He had a knack for asking how you were doing in the most inopportune of moments, like this one. “It’s been a day, Matty, not gonna lie, but I’m okay. I’m gonna watch my favorite hockey player kick ass tonight, you know how much that always makes me smile.” You could feel him smiling through the phone as he answered you with a chuckle. You smiled slightly into the phone. All it took was his laugh and you could feel your chest becoming less tight. “Go get ready for your game, hotshot. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

“Well know that I know my biggest fan is gonna be watching me, I have to do well.” Mat’s voice was light and teasing, and you were relieved that you’d managed to hide how anxious you were feeling. You didn’t want to have to convince him you were fine and you didn’t need anyone to come out, because you knew that he worried about your stress way more than he needed to, though probably less than you should be. “Love you, Y/N”. You stared out of your car window into the Toronto sunlight. “Love you too, Matty. Kick ass tonight.” 

You drove back to your apartment with a lighter heart, even as you yelled into the Toronto traffic angrily. Toronto housing was way too expensive for your college budget, so you trudged into the mildly sketchy U of T dorms begrudgingly. At least this year you got one of the apartments, which you shared with 3 other girls that you really didn’t talk to that much. They were childhood friends, and the three of them didn’t really include you in their planes, which was fine. You worked for athletics, part of the marketing crew, and you were pretty much always working anyway. 

As you entered your bedroom with a sigh, you noticed the calendar on the wall. The basketball and hockey teams were away this weekend; you had no shifts at work, and no classes until Monday afternoon. An idea began to form in your head. 

Please convince me driving to NYC is a bad idea. You texted your best friend with the hope that she would convince you not to be an idiot.

She responded in seconds. Driving to NYC is a great idea and you should do it right now. 

Your phone was ringing before you could respond. Y/F/N didn’t give you a chance to say anything as you answered, immediately beginning to speak. “You need a Mat hug, babe. You’ve had a bad week. Maybe that’s what’ll help you chill.” You sighed. She was right, even if it meant you were about to subject yourself to an eight-and-a-half hour drive. “If I’m going, I need to leave now. I’ll text you when I get there.” She cheered, and you had to hold the phone away from your ear so she didn’t burst your eardrum. “Be safe, don’t do anything that I wouldn’t!” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, like there’s anything you wouldn’t do.” Y/F/N giggled on the other end of the line. “Love you, babe. Drive safe.” 

The drive sucked just as much as it always did. Crossing the border felt like it took a million years, and then you had to drive across the entire damn state of New York. There was construction somewhere outside of Buffalo, because of course there had to be construction when you were in a hurry, and two logging trucks had blocked you behind them somewhere in the middle of the state as they drove well under the speed limit. You were a little over an hour out when the game started, and announcing duo of Chris King and Greg Picker filled your car as you listened to them call Mat’s game. The boys were up by two on the Caps when you finally arrived at Mat’s house, sitting in your car until the media break before running inside to turn on his TV. 

His house was just like the last time you had been there, with the exception of a new picture hanging in the living room. It was the two of you, a candid shot his mother had taken that summer. You could remember the moment exactly, sitting on the dock at the cabin his family had rented for the week of Canada Day to watch the sunrise. Mat had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and your head was resting on his shoulder. You hadn’t even known that she had taken the picture. 

You watched the end of the third on his couch, and then it was time to wait. Mat usually called you as he was leaving the arena, trying to catch you before you went to sleep, so you anxiously awaited his call. It came about 45 minutes after the game ended, and you had to stifle a giggle as you answered. “Heya, hotshot. That was one hell of a game, eh?” He had scored two of the five goals the team got, and had assisted on Tito’s power-play goal. “I heard my biggest fan was watching. I had to make sure she got a good show.” You could feel Mat’s smile as he talked. “That fan sure is lucky, yeah? The great Mat Barzal scored two goals for her!” The two of you laughed, and you could hear Mat’s voice change as he turned on the car and his phone switched over to Bluetooth. 

It was only about two minutes from Barclays to Mat’s place, so you settled into the couch and tried to stifle your laughter when you heard Mat’s muffled “what the hell” as he pulled in and saw your car. “What, Matty?” you asked in response. He mumbled a response, and you saw headlights pull into the driveway as you stood, not even trying to hide your grin. Mat threw the front door open, and stopped short when he saw you standing in the hallway. “What, you, your,” he looked between his phone and you, and you could practically see his brain short-circuiting. “I had a really rough week. Y/F/N said I needed a Matty hug, and I think she was right.” Your words broke the spell, and Mat came flying in your direction. His hug knocked the breath out of you. His arms were wrapped tightly around you and his hands were tangled in your hair. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he mumbled into your hair. You smiled into his shoulder, tucking your chin into his neck and taking a deep breath of Mat’s cologne, a comfortingly familiar smell. You had forgotten why you were even stressed in the first place. It would come back later, when the moment had passed, but for now Matty was there and you felt like you could take on the entire world. “This is exactly what I needed.” 

#Mat Barzal imagine #NHL Imagine #nhl imagines