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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

Sinclair College AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Woo, NONCON ELEMENTS! This was written by demand. Seriously, bug me to write the AUs if you want to read them lol

Underthecut - NSFW, NONCON do not read if you do not like noncon, Dark fic, Vaginal sex, brief mention of anal, Bruises, creampie and Brief mentions of pregnancy

You shivered as Bo brought the blankets over you, cooing at how tired you must be, how you'll need all the rest you can get.

The dull ache throbbed throughout your body. Your toes hurt from curling them repeatedly, your hips hurt, from Bo's near incessant pounding and nails digging into your hips. Your breasts were sore, nipples teased and played with so long, his stubble scratched along your valley. Your neck was bruised, a feint handprint along the front mixed in with hickeys. Your lips sore and dry, lip gloss smeared around your mouth.

Dried tears over your cheeks, into your hair, onto the pillow.

"Hey, c'mon Sweets." Bo leaned in to kiss your cheek, making you squeeze your stomach in response, "Hey, you're good." He sat next to you, lightly patting your cheek, "Y'did so good for me, hm? So perfect." He leaned in, lips inches from your cheek, "Just like you've always been."

Bo looked down at you, bit his lower lip as your eyes remained vacant, body reacting out of an impulse to his touch, but emotionally wrought.

"You can rest for a lil while but then we gotta clean ya up, Sweets."

You cringed at the nickname, what was once a cute endearing term made your stomach turn.

"Rest for a bit, then we shower." Bo leaned in to kiss your temple, kissed your cheek ad a chaste kiss over your sore lips.

You curled into yourself, letting the motel blanket, stale smell, and lull you into a weak state of slumber.

Bo walked over to the chair, grabbing his crotch as he sat down, letting his chub rest against his thigh. He tapped his foot on the cheap carpeted floor. He leaned back to rummage through his stuff on the table, grabbing a joint and lighting it up.

He took a hit, leaned back. He listened, listened as the cars outside drove by, tires hissing along the wet pavement. A random dog barking, its deep thundering barks upsetting another tenant enough he heard a woman shouting for the thing to shut up.

The rain hit along the window, repeated taps along it felt commoning to Bo. The dull noise helped with his racing thoughts.

Bo wanted to curl into you, wrap his arms around you, kiss along your shoulder, laugh as you playfully reprimand him "Bo, stop! Your stubble is tickling me!" He smiled, "Bo, least you could do is just kiss me."

He coughed, smoke sputtered out through his lips. A deep hum rumbled from his chest, the image of you and him on the bed, curled into each other came so easily. Just like that one Valentine's day...

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Bo held you in his arms, hand running up and down your back. He kissed your lips, groaning as you let him slip your tongue in.

He cupped your cheek, tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your moans spurred him on, his thigh pushed in between your legs, spreading you out for him.

"Bo...again?" You asked in a whisper.

"You know you got another round in ya." He kissed you again as he angled his cock at your entrance, grunted as his cock head was met with your warmth. "Ah, sure feels like you're ready." He pushed in, his hands grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head.

Deep intimate strokes have you cantering into him, "Bo..."

"Daddy, c'mon you know how we do this."

"Daddy, please, I want more."

Bo pulled out all the way and bucked forward, a quiet laugh as you squirmed under him.

He picked up speed, huffing and moaning above you. Placed sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking and biting, groaning at the fresh bruises forming along the skin.

"Daddy, ah, more." You freed your wrists from his grasp and ran your hands down his back, resting your hands on his ass. You pushed him further into you, "Daddy please, deeper in me."

His cock twitched in response, "You like when Daddy fucks you? You just need me fuckin' you always."

He kissed you as you moaned in response, hands traveled to the back of his hair, fingers threading through his brown hair.

Bo's hips grew sloppy, your pussy clenched around him as he pushed in deeper and deeper. He wanted to scream out his release, get another call from the front desk. Telling him that there have been noise complaints coming from his room.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in, his movements became shallow, you felt his cock throb within you.

Bo moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into you. He grinned as you sobbed under him, mewling out praises, whimpering how full he was making you feel.

"Daddy, you keep coming in me, and it might just take." He wheezed, running a hand over his forehead to brush away the sweat.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" His smile fell as you gave him a mortified look.

Reality hit him, "Bo, I can't get pregnant. I'm only in my second year of University! I need my degree first. How in the hell can I have a baby? I can't afford it, I can barely afford my classes."

He groaned at your rambling, he knew you were right, knew that realistically you could never afford a baby, that a degree gave you and your children together with a better shot.

He hummed in agreement, pulled you back into him, "Shh, we'll figure it out later." He kissed your forehead, growled as you nipped at his neck.

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Bo sat up and walked over to you on the bed, "C'mon, we need to shower now."

You remained still, eyes closed, face turning into the pillow.

Bo pulled off the blankets, a hard breath through his nose as he took you in. He lifted you into his arms, pressed kisses to the top of your head, mumbling at how sweaty you smelled and tasted.

He walked into the shitty motel bathroom, a far cry from the last time you ever shared on together on Valentine's day.

The yellow light and avocado green sink, toilet, and tub held a nasty hue.

Bo looked at himself in the mirror as he held you, his eyes held a light pink hue (the weed), bags under his eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead. He grinned taking in the bruises along his shoulders and chest. A mixture of teeth marks and fists.

He set you down, an arm around your waist to steady you.

"Okay, Sweets, gonna get you clean. How many days has it been?"

You swayed in your spot, eyes downcast.

"About five days, best to get you clean." He leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

He turned on the water, the steam rising up to the ceiling. "Let's step in."

The water felt euphoric on your skin, washing away the last five days of bodily fluids. Bo's dried saliva, the dried semen on your front, the bits you couldn't fully wipe off your face. The hot water kissed your bruises, a pleasant ache from the hot touch.

You stared at the yellow shower tile, steadying a breath as Bo rubbed his hands over your body. You let your mind race, let it fall into a day more pleasant thoughts.

You thought of Vincent, his arms around you, holding you close, outside the library. Tears spilled as you cursed yourself, wishing you blew off Dan to accompany Vincent. Wanted to sleep in Vincent's arms like you had been almost every night since you started dating.

"Sweets?" Bo patted your cheek, "You good?"

You snapped your attention to Bo, his thumb whipping away your tears, "Might be in the shower but your red eyes are giving you away." He kissed you, tongue running along your lips.

Bo retched back, hand raised up to his cheek, he looked at his fingers, the blood trailing down.

You held a feral look, your eyes hed a feral glare, your nails with blood being cleaned by the running hot water.

"I. Want. Vincent!" You punctuated each word. Teeth bared to the tall man in front of you. You looked through him, not taking in his baby blues, his confused expression.

Bo gave you a booming laugh, you jumped as he grabbed your wrist, "Five days of this and you still want him. I thought I could get you cock drunk on me."

Be spun you around as he pushed you against the tile. Your front pressed into the slimy uncleaned surface had you gagging.

You steadied a breath again, letting your mind race to Vincent. Not Bo poking his cock along your entrance.

"Y'know, you should be pregnant by now, I think the other whole is a little lonely." You fought back a scream.

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Vincent ran through the campus, running up to the Flamingo dorms. He had no time to think about how silly it was that the campus dorms have animal mascots.

Brahms burst through the dorm's door. Pulling on his jacket as he scratched his stubble.

Vincent ran up to him, knowing his girlfriend was a friend of his own, "Hey, Brahms, you seen Y/n? Has your girl seen her?"

"No, Princess hasn't seen her."

Vincent would normally smirk at Brahm's nickname for his girl. It was fitting, Brahms did treat her like a Princess. The gifts, the lavish vacation he took her on, she was even invited to a family wedding.

"She did mention that she has yet to get ahold of her though, apparently Dan is upset that they missed their study dates."

Vincent slapped his leg in frustration.

"I haven't seen her in five days. I've talked with my brother but I haven't seen him either." Vincent breathed in heavily, he staggered back.

Brahms reached for him, steadying his friend, "Bo probably took her."

Vincent's eye went wide.

"I mean, think about it, is it that hard to get to that conclusion. You fuck her, start dating her, flaunt how good you've both been to each other. Bo's always been, Bo. Masking his insecurity with macho bravado, hitting on pretty girls, and when they take the low-hanging fruit it fuels his ego. For a day, at least. And the one girl who managed to escape his low-level bullshit falls into his brother's arms, of course, he's pissed."

Vincent clenched his fist, "You justifying my brother?"

"No," Brahms stood up straight, arms over his chest, "Remember when I punched him for bugging my Princess? He tried to jump me a week later. For me," Brahms gave Vincent a cocky smile, "Was nothing. I can only imagine if he had anger towards a female."

Vincent's blood went cold at Brahms words. "Y'sure?"

"Hm, I am an actor! I observe people constantly, I am not known as the best method actor this school has ever had for nothing!" Brahms puffed up his chest, his cocky smile faded as he watched Vincent's shakes become near tremors.

"Look, Vincent, Have you been to the police, her parents, sibling? or whatever?" Brahms leaned closer to Vincent, a sympathetic hand remained on his shoulder.

"Yeah...her parents said...she sounded a little shaken up but fine. They said it was stress. The police are useless."

Brahms laughed, "When are they useful?" He frowned when Vincent shot him a glare.

"Okay, no joking, though not a joke, Look, I'll get Princess later and us three can go around asking for her, okay. I'll even ask my drama teacher to put pressure on the campus police."

Vincent nodded a weak defeated nod.

His hope had been diminishing day by day. He missed class and called into work. The past five days were spent on you, finding you, wanting you back in his arms. The sick feeling in his gut knew you were being held by him...the other half of him.

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You sat on the bed, your clothes back over your, the warmth they offered little comfort.

"Okay, Sweets, we're gonna get going, alright?" He nudged your shoulder.

"I need to get back to class, Bo. I need to finish my degree." You said lifelessly as if on autopilot.

"You will don't worry." He kissed the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. "Sweets you smell so damn good. So clean for her Daddy."

Your throat felt tight, the urge to barf suppressed as you pinched yourself.

"Why did you cheat on me?"

Bo looked down at you, head cocked, "Cheat on you?"

"Yes."

"I never cheated on you."

"Don't fucking lie to me, Bo!"

He stepped back, hand running over his bandaged cheek. He composed himself, leaning over you, "You better watch your tone." He growled.

The past five days had gotten to you, a resentment, and anger bubbled to the surface, "You date me, Cheat on me, on valentine's day. And you expect me to never be angry, never be upset. And you get mad when I cheat on you. fuck you, Bo. I meant nothing to you. You're nothing to me."

You screamed as Bo shoved you down onto the bed, his large hands pressed hard into your arms, he huffed above you, "Nothing to me? Did I not just spend the last five days lovin' you? Being intimate with you? Shared the most wonderful experience two people together could experience together?"

He shook you as you failed to answer, "Hm? That Valentine's day meant everything to you. This meant everything to you." Bo kissed your tears, gritted his teeth and he shook your head under him.

Bo cheated, he knew this. Knew why he cheated. Self-sabotage as always.

How could someone so sweet, caring, friendly, and loving as you fall for him, why would you? Bo was awful, downright awful, his own parents even said so.

"You'll see, Sweets, you'll see our love grow within you."

You sobbed under him, you murmured Vincent's name, repeating it over and over, as if you said it enough he'd burst through the door, saving you from Bo's hell.

#Bo sinclair #Bo Sinclair x reader #Bo sinclair x you #Bo sinclair imagine #Vincent sinclair #brahms heelshire #house of wax 2005 #smut #Lemon #Dark fic

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hongism · 3 years

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hi caly boo its ur 🌊 anon! i finally finished the most brilliant darkness and oh my lawd i’m in spain without the s. to put it shortly: U DID NOT DISAPPOINT BESTIE, and it seems unreal that u and ur mind and this fic even exists bc every moment is just polished to perfection, while simultaneously every character is polished to a sort of imperfect perfection(?). i have so many questions and things to say idek where to start, and tho im not good with words and even worse at deciphering hidden meanings, here are just some of my thoughts that i remember from the story.

hello my dear!!! eee im gonna answer separately since i think i’ll be very long-winded as usual but first of all thank you so much :(( this fic is actually very full of subliminal messages and hidden nuances that are weaved throughout which i think could be quite confusing so i apologize for that! if i had managed my time better, i would have adjusted when i started the fic to account for managing those aspects of the fic but alas i’m terrible at time management and i suck so. anyways.

first of all, ngl halfway into the story i lowkey forgot this was a wooyoung fic bc SANNN and also bc wooyoung appeared like 3 times lol. even after it finishing all that, i still had my doubts as to why this is a wooyoung fic, or more like why is san this significant in a wooyoung fic. im still a bit slow on these pls forgive me and im just curious why u made it like that.

i think yeah the most interesting thing about this fic is the emphasis on san over wooyoung. and when looking over it yeah i could have switched san and wooyoung’s characters and called it a day, but wooyoung really in my mind acts as the integral turning point for decisions made in the story.

the goal with the fic wasn’t really to be hyperfocused on the pairing itself, but rather the emotions and thought processes of each character (aside from wooyoung). wooyoung was kept intentionally mysterious and a bit set apart from the rest of the fic because his role in story was moreso an abstract of hestia, the goddess of the hearth and home. wooyoung’s character appeared in times where y/n was struggling with the thought of home or adjusting to the new changes in her life! wooyoung’s pairing itself was actually intended to be solely platonic at first, but as the story went on i thought having mc develop feelings for him added another turning point in the fic!

moving on, the second biggest question i had is the whole hestia!wooyoung and cafe aurora situation. i did a bit of reading on hestia and only found out that she was the goddess of hearth, which might explain the fireplace and the kind of homey feeling to the cafe. and ‘cafe aurora not really existing to most’ part, which was already hinted at wooyoung randomly disappearing, mc never seeing the cafe before or wooyoung only bringing people he wants into it. i get that him inviting mc must suggest her significance to him, but why was he so adamant about his friends not mentioning him or the cafe to mc before that? wooyoung is quite a mysterious character i think, and given that this fic is supposed to be about him, it’s a bit odd that there’s still so many things left unknown, but its kinda cool that way nonetheless and im guessing u would also like to explain that further outside of the story too.

i think my biggest regret about this fic is the fucking summary.... i wrote that summary well before i even started writing the fic thinking it would go in that direction but it didn’t. and since this fic was for a collab, i left the summary as is because i genuinely cannot for the life of me figure out a better one. but i’m trying to figure out a better one. but i really fucking hate the current summary because it’s not at all what the fic is truly about and i hate it.

however, i don’t hate the fic itself, and the reason why i don’t is because i got to play with both my writing style and how i displayed the story. for this collab we were asked to pick a greek god and one of the seven deadly sins, and i selected hestia and sloth. and initially i had intended to have sloth be represented by the reader’s depression, and wooyoung be a more ‘real’ depiction of hestia. i shifted gears very early on in the fic but what it became is moreso abstract realizations in the characters.

san’s character is meant to be this idea of sloth, and it’s mentioned several times that he doesn’t want to move forward, he wants to go slow, he wants to stop moving so fast through life, and those things point to him being a depiction of sloth

wooyoung’s was harder to encapsulate in a more abstract way but you hit the nail on the head really with the homey feeling of the cafe. beyond that, mc talks about just naturally feeling at ease and comfortable with how things are with wooyoung and being around him, and he takes up this role of being the likeable, warm, cozy, comforting character. it all comes to a head in the last scene where he brings both y/n and san into the cafe.

and again wooyoung’s character is meant to be most mysterious and abstract, but if i had had more time to fully flesh out the fic, i think i would have liked to touch more on him. at the same time however i left it more open-ended and open to interpretation. the significance in him inviting mc in and not being mentioned by the others sooner is twofold. one; the others never really had any reason whatsoever to mention wooyoung. he was a friend outside the circle who never joined in with them when mc was around. i personally in my own friendships don’t mention friends outside the circle by name or anything, just kinda vaguely talking about them unless im certain the people know who this person is. the concept of wooyoung having to invite mc in was more nuanced and vague as well, intentionally so, but that was moreso meant to represent this idea of ‘you can’t make a home somewhere where you aren’t invited’ so y/n couldn’t fully make a home of the place she was in without being invited in and welcomed in, but again that’s something i wish i had more time to fully flesh out.

the hongjoong speech about love (and also the interaction with seonghwa after that) deserves a standing ovation of its own 👏 unfortunately, or not, im not actually going through the emotional turmoil regarding love the same way as hj or mc to be able to fully relate to his words, but the whole ‘if you dont love what u see in the mirror then u dont love it’ mentality really hit me hard, and i’d like to hang onto that when i make decisions in the future haha thank you wise caly! seonghwa and hongjoong’s story is also beautiful, and just like mc said, the more i look at it the more it hurts :’)

the hongjoong speech about love was meant to be something very jaded and specific to his worldview. it actually isn’t wholly how i view love personally, but it was a perfect description to how both he and y/n perceived the love in their own lives. mostly thanks to their own emotional turmoils. the mentality of the mirror quote is something that i think i also struggle with, which is why i included it. it’s hard to do, but even in friendships, i think it’s necessarily to stop and look at the person you were before this relationship and then the person during this relationship. if you don’t love the one you are now, then maybe it’s a sign to reflect and see the bigger picture, so that was a lil reminder to myself and i’m glad it touched you as well!!!

“do you love him, or do you love the idea of being in love with him?” - haha i see what u did there (or maybe i didnt please dont laugh at me if i didnt). its still so good everytime i see it bc i keep finding myself loving just the idea of things time and time again even when this makes total sense to me oof :/

heh yeah again with the more abstract concepts this one was more direct and ‘cliche’ but i fully wanted that cliche in the fic because i thought it suited the situation where mc was constantly struggling with a version of san that she thought she loved vs the version of san she got every time they were together

despite how enlightened she seems to be, mc still made the same choices, and i wanna smack her for it and pat her back at the same time. and maybe also bc of the fact that she feels so differently for the two men that i feel like no ending could really justify her decision, so ending in the vague is probably the best. your ending might kind of allude to someone more than the other already, and tho i still don’t think he’s the best one for her based on just my pov on love, i kinda agree with you. but again, this raises the question of, why a wooyoung fic and not a san fic?

and yeah the whole knife in the chest at the end of it all is that she was still too scared to face the music so to speak. but really i would say she made the same choices up until the conversation on the balcony with san. and you’re absolutely right, the reason i chose the ending the way i did was because either way, there’s no justification. and actually although it might seems like i was alluding to someone specific, san being in the cafe at the very end was moreso to represent that as much as they fought, he still very much loved her and wanted to be loved by her. it was kinda an open casket ending there were no nails in the coffin, the choice between wooyoung and san still stands and an argument could be made for either of them! i think this is a fic that i could see myself revisiting one day with two endings - one for san, and one for wooyoung.

something i didn’t mention earlier about wooyoung’s character being left intentionally mysterious was that he was representing a new and budding love. the honeymoon phase where you’re falling for someone you don’t even really know. you are the reader aren’t meant to really know who wooyoung is because of that beyond what you read about him, so his past and such was left out intentionally to represent that idea of ‘hey wow im in love with a stranger!’ whereas san was this gritty love that’s bad for you. and there are pros and cons to each just as with anything!!

so,,,, why a wooyoung fic and not a san fic? well i picked wooyoung for my collab so he was one of the main focuses of the fic regardless of which direction i took with it. as for why wooyoung wasn’t more forward, i already answered that but !!! i view it as both a wooyoung fic and a san fic. both are highlighted characters with main pairing roles!

i literally just woke up to write this and am going back to sleep ahaha so i apologize if this makes no sense. i somehow felt like i’ve read so much yet so little at the same time, maybe bc there are still so many things i havent fully made sense of, and that’s where i hope you come in and enlighten me. i still stand by my word that this fic deserves so much more recognition despite the lack of explicit smut bc of how much more you’ve explored through character building. love you caly and thank u for working so hard <3 — 🌊

no worries my beloved i hope you go back to sleep and get lots and lots of rest!! and i hope my response helps enlighten the not so clear things as well dgjdklfg but really thank you so much. it was a long fic and hard to get through at times, but as a whole, i’m proud of it and what i created, so thank you for recognizing my efforts and appreciating them 🥺

#🌊 anon #fic; the most brilliant darkness

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powerosewaterpuff · 4 years

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yo ,i remember a post about sort of reverse batfam , between jason and dick , can you do the headcanons about under the red hood please

yes yes yes yes yes and another yes to top it all off. i really really love the idea, and i love under the red hood in general so thank u so much for suggesting this :) like i spent all day brainstorming (probs shoulda been studying but shhhhh) diff headcanons so i’m pretty excited to write it out. also so the timeline with this is a little tight ig?? i really wanted to include tim as bruce’s new sidekick with dick in the middle of his fallout with bruce but again a lil too tight so we’re just gonna have rebellious dick for now and i also haven’t watched death in the family so i’m basing this purely off of under the red hood :) (oh and fuck dick’s hair in the movie oh my god i’m ignoring that it even exists i’m so sorry)

dick is 17 on the cusp of hitting 18 and he’s so fucking sick of batman. every conversation of theirs was leading to a screaming match where each one tries to push their opinion as fact. it was getting messy and soul crushing at this point, and dick hated it. the rising action of it all was dick getting fired from robin, a role he hadn’t even been formally granted by batman yet he felt it in his power to strip him of it. he felt like a pawn in a chess game that gambled his identity and being off of the mind numbing mantra of be better. do better. faster. punch harder. follow orders. be better be better better. and dick was sick of it, so he shed the robin uniform. swallowing it like a bitter pill because he was forced to do so. but nightwing was giving him clarity as of late. the sheer rush, brilliance and exuberance of it all reminded him of when flying was a much simpler task.

however, dick had an annoyingly unwavering loyalty to protecting bruce’s (less batman then bruce. bruce was his father. batman was not. yet nowadays the man himself was forgetting who exactly was the secret identity and who the real person was.) safety and well-being, even if it meant risking another shouting round. so, once dick catches wind of batman’s whereabouts for the night, he decides to help him with Amazo etc., and dick cant help but realize how well they still mesh together when it comes to fighting. the talking part however, did not come naturally anymore. (it used to. it used to be so much easier)

now bruce, is attempting his best to keep dick out of the loop. he knows dick will furious. and dick’s temper is something not many can tame, but bruce would take the risk. he’d rather dick spit on his memory then be dead in his arms (just like jason was, blown to bits when he should’ve been in his room. safe. sleeping after studying for some test not fighting crime with him in the underbelly of Gotham city, or getting dragged along bruce’s self induced fight with the world.)

dick, of course, does not appreciate this and can very easily tell the bruce is trying to get him off the case. dick doesn’t appreciate that in the slightest, and it only makes him want to push more. to fight bruce on every detail and demand he be apart of this because that’s the only way he can get anywhere with him. it was fair to say, that the interrogation with the joker he had to force bruce into taking him too, wasn’t exactly pleasant. he watches, leaning back against the wall as batman has joker by the neck. some part of him hates himself for not being upset about this, like he’s failing his moral code in some way. but he ignores that half, and tries not to feel angry as bruce doesn’t choke joker out like the rat he is. dick wished, in the darkest parts of his mind, that he could burn joker alive, just to watch in vengeful satisfaction that the man who stole his brothers breath wither in pain. ( and watch that fucking laugh die out)

now, the confrontation goes quite similar. except dick is noticing these little things that resemble jason too much it be a coincidence. too much. he knows how jason fights, he’s sparred with him for years and used to spend countless nights in his room trying to emulate his older brothers swift and hard hitting movements in front of his mirror. he always wished he could hit as hard as jason, as dicks strength at the time was his inhuman flexiblity and professional acrobatic skills. now, when he and batman are against the red hood, fuck it doesn’t feel right to dick. it’s all too similar. it wasn’t even the bigger moves that caught his attention but the little moves in stance that screamed at him that it was his brother. he kept shutting the idea down, because if it was possible dick would have made it happen. he would’ve.

dick gets hurt in the aftermath, but bruce must be a fucking comedian if he thinks it’s going to stop him. they get into another argument, bruce talking him down to nothing and dick frustrated that bruce couldn’t see that he’s been doing this for too long to be lectured on it, and that bruce wasn’t atlas. he wasn’t responsible for the world being held up between his two hands. it simmers down to loud silence, like it always does and dick hobbles out. leaning slightly on alfred.

bruce’s hunch is eating him alive. devouring his soul and heart with a satisfying crunch, not sparing crumb. with the revelation that his son could be alive, and the Red Hood of all people, one of the first thoughts that run through his mind is that he could not tell dick. dick could never know, and will never know. it was a hushed promise, one kept inside his chest, locked like all of his unspoken words. it would crush dick, just like it was crushing bruce now. (or maybe it was because if bruce was on the fence about breaking his moral agenda, he knows that dick would hurdle over that fence. he hates that he knows this but he does. dick wears a bleeding heart on his sleeve for his family, especially for jason. this is the same boy that was set on killing zucco all those years ago before jason and him had stopped it.)

(jason’s tasting bitter green as he mulls over why the fuck dick was there. that little idiot was supposed to be at home. safe. not carrying out bruce’s destructive agenda of self proclaimed justice. he didn’t know whether to be mad at bruce or dick. because of course bruce encouraged this shit, eager to force another child soldier into the suit and send him out to die. but God, did it hurt that dick had taken bruce’s side over his even if he didn’t know it was jason. and that stung like a motherfucker. his little brother, whose fond memories were becoming hazed in a cloud of viridecent smoke, had picked bruce’s side. a little part of himself though, shy and hesitant, whispered that he had hurt dick. he had hurt his little brother and he couldn’t justify it no matter how vengeful he was. but he shoved that part aside, trying to ignore its desperate murmurs as they told him that every time he looked at nightwing or whatever the fuck his new name was, he saw his eight year old little brother smiling up at him).

dick knows that bruce thinks he’s covering his tracks well. he is but dick knows bruce, better then bruce thinks he does. so dick is slowly beginning to formulate a hunch of his own, as he spends countless nights rubbing his formerly injured leg and wondering if he really did everything he could’ve to save jason. if there was something he missed. it’s starting to gnaw away at him, until realization settles into his chest after snooping through bruce’s files. then, he’s dashing to get into uniform, giving a breathless and hasty apology to alfred. itsjasonitsjasonitsjasongogogorunrunrun

batman. red hood. bruce. jason. father. son. bruce cannot stomach the vigor in jason’s words and jason’s heart is giving out at the fact that his father won’t do this for him. to end that pathetic excuse of a fucking life, one that’s stolen from so many people, but it still wasn’t up to his moral standards limit. was jason not enough to warrant a sacrifice for the greater good. (was jason’s desperate need to feel safe of that walking nightmare not worthy to overtake any mission)

it happens in a rush. dick is swinging up to the building, the blood pumping through his ears drowning out the screams of his chest. the joker tackles batman as the timer tick tick tick’s away numbingly. suddenly, dick has kicked the joker off and has one hand over his neck while the other smothers itself over his mouth and nose. why didn’t he do this before? why didn’t he kill the thing before? it didn’t even deserve to be called human, so why would any moral standards apply to a human based code. if batman wanted to be the whole representer of pure justice, fine. he could do that. dick wasn’t though. he was going this kill piece of shit then never let go of jason as long as he lived.

suddenly, there’s a pull at the back of dick’s uniform and at the corner of his eye he catches sight of jason being pulled by bruce as well and he’s just about to call out for him when the next thing he knows a blast rockets through his ears and the world goes black.

jason was no where to be found. and bruce ends up having to shove dick into the batmobile before he lunged after the joker, after realizing jason was missing and that the joker was still alive and kicking. the argument that insues? isn’t pretty. in fact it’s their worst. dick had spun around and asked bruce, ‘who are you? batman or bruce? because im not talking to batman, i want to hear why bruce couldn’t do the one thing his son needed! i want to know why bruce thought it was going to be beneficial not to fucking tell me that my brother-Bruce, he’s my brother! that he was alive, because you thought I was gonna pull shit like this? look at that! the exact thing you tried to avoid happened, you know why? because you cannot trust me, and it blew up in your face!’

it goes on. and on. and on. there’s no resolution, or admittance to what happened. bruce simply shuts himself down, stating this wasn’t changing anything. there was a then and a now, one in which bruce harbours enough guilt to crush his shoulders.

there’s a stony resolution in dick’s voice after bruce tells him to get out with more finality to it then he’s ever said it before, when he says, “fine. batman.”

(jason replays it over and over again in his head. the batarang. bruce turning his back to him. the jokers screechy laugh eating at his mind. eruptions of pain from the crowbar. again. again. again. and dick. smothering the joker. a steely resolve in his brothers eyes he never wanted to see but was secretly glad for. it replays like a broken film in his head, cutting and chopping but creaking out the same tune.)

AHHH OK SO i def wanted to do so much more with this ugh but i really wanted it done td so excuse just how unpolished it is, i might go back with some new ideas in it, but i like where i ended it off. this is more or less the ‘detachment’ phase in dick’s relationship with bruce, as hes nearing the end of high school and cannot do this with bruce anymore (oh college is a whooole other ordeal hehe) but i think dick would be better to tim then what he canonically was to jason. (also because dick is totally not on a mission to get his brother back at all costs and fix this family, nope. not at all.), and i think dick just has a lot more anger in this too? and bitterness here ig? just because he had lost his parents, then his brother essentially, and had to deal with being the emotional support to bruce who was falling apart. it’s a heavy load, and dick is absolutely still himself, just when it comes to jason and the joker as well as his family in general, i think he has a lot more anger as well as less control yk? (oh also i have him less in blüdhaven in this lil thing just bc like he’s still in highschool and is in this weird phase with bruce that hes fired etc., but is now yk fully going into the, ‘i’m not speaking to you anymore’ part. SOO THATS IT FOR THAT THANK YALL SO SOOOO MUCH FOR READING UR KINDA ALL THE BEST TBH AND TYSM FOR THE SUGGESTION AGAIN THIS WAS HELLA FUN :)!!

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What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

I don’t know if I can pinpoint one thing that I hate the most (except perhaps the easy answer of, like, the fact that people cannot keep CQL stuff out of the MDZS tags).

I guess that one of them would that like people take the “there does not exist a True Reading/a Single Interpretation to a text” to the dumb extreme of like “anything goes because I just need to say that that’s how I see it 🙃 and all of our readings are all equally Valid”. Please, you still need to be able to justify and support that reading beyond “well that’s just how I prefer to think about this/that’s My Interpretation 🙃” if you want to have any credibility when you say that these readings hold as much water as readings/interpretations for which we are presented arguments supported by what can be found in the text or meta-textual engagements with the text. I couldn’t just show up to the fandom and be like “Zidian is an allegory for the fall from grace and MDZS is rooted in christian ideology, actually” with nothing to support that wild thesis and just expect people to be like “well, I guess we all have different readings of the text, uh, how valid of you.”

But honestly I am Boo Boo the Fool to expect otherwise....

How would you end MDZS/Would you change the ending of MDZS?

That’s a good question because MDZS is such a beast of a book that it’s quite hard to tie it all off and chose what note to end it on. I guess as well that with the extras we have technically “two endings” in the sense of what the novel ends on and what the last extra ends on. And, uh, I’ll probably need to unpack both so let’s get into it (only I would turn a salty ask into meta)

Last chapter: “Wangxian part III”

So after meeting MianMian, Wangxian continue to travel to a small town in their efforts to go where the chaos is. WWX is playing footsie under the table at the wine shop, holding onto LWJ’s ribbon. In contrast to this domestic scene, suddenly:

One of the few sitting at the table gloated, “I knew Jin Guangyao had to plummet sooner or later with the things he did! I’ve been waiting for this day for so long, and now he’s finally exposed, hah! One’s deeds will be paid, one way or another—what goes around always comes around!”

The last chapter directly references the prologue, which is something I personally adore in writing, this idea of taking your story full-circle. The difference, this time, is that the villain to be despised as entertainment is not longer WWX, but JGY (I could have done without WWX explicitly telling us so in the text because it is pretty clear however I also know readers miss the most obvious cues so maybe that hand-holding is deserved).

Aside from gossip about JGY, the sects, and the sealing ceremony of the coffin containing NMJ and JGY, there is a moment where an unnamed youth raises a point about the yin hufu.

Suddenly, he heard a young man’s voice, “Then is the Yin hufu really inside the coffin?”

A cloud of silence fell over the wine shop. A moment later, someone answered, “Who knows? Perhaps. What could Jin Guangyao have done with the Yin hufu except for carrying it on him?”

“But there’s no way of telling. Didn’t they say the hufu has become just a piece of scrap iron? There’s no use for it anymore.”

The boy sat alone at a table, holding a sword in his arms, “Is the coffin really firm enough? What would happen if someone wants to see if the Yin hufu is inside or not?”

Immediately, someone raised his voice, “Who’d dare?”

“QingheNieShi, GusuLanShi, and YunmengJiangShi all sent people to guard the cemetery. Who in the world would have the guts to do it?”

Everyone expressed their agreement. The boy didn’t speak up again. He took the teacup from his table and sipped, as though he gave up on his idea. Yet, his eyes hadn’t changed at all.

Wei Wuxian had seen those types of eyes on many faces. And he knew that this definitely wouldn’t be the last time he saw them.

This continues the idea that the cycle that brought about the issues and conflicts in the cultivation world that fueled the story of the novel are not likely to disappear, and that once again it is likely that the “common wisdom” of public opinion will accelerate or allow such troubles to brew.

After they leave the wine shop, LWJ and WWX share a more domestic moment. Amongst others, they discuss the song Wangxian. Through parallel imagery, the novel also reaffirms that LWJ and WWX have become a family by mirroring one of WWX’s few memories of his parents (”Listening to his nonsense, Lan Wangji only grasped the reins of Lil’ Donkey with Wei Wuxian on it and clenched the thin rope in his palm, continuing on their way."). As well, WWX suggests they go back to the CR with a casually comment about missing tianzi xiao which is in reality prompted by the fact that he knew LWJ would be worried about his xiongzhang and shufu since one of the man in the wine shop said that LXC had looked terrible during the sealing ceremony and another commented “What would you expect? In the coffin were his two sworn brothers, while his sect’s juniors kept on running around with a fierce corpse—they even need its assistance on night-hunts! No wonder he’s in secluded cultivation so often. If Lan Wangji still doesn’t go back, I bet Lan Qiren’s gonna start cursing…”. This shows how Wangxian are taking care of one another in their own way, which is very cute.

WWX also provides an in-universe explanation for his bad memory:

Wei Wuxian knew that ‘for once’ referred to how his memory was good for once. He couldn’t help but smile, “Don’t always be so angry about it. It was my fault in the past, alright? Besides, my terrible memory should be accredited to my mom.”

Wei Wuxian propped his arm on Lil’ Apple’s head, spinning Chenqing in his hand, “My mom said you have to remember the things others do for you, not the things you do for others. Only when people don’t hold so much in their hearts would they finally feel free.”

And then we get the final lines of the novel:

Facing the wind, Wei Wuxian squinted at Lan Wangji’s silhouette. As he criss-crossed his legs, he shockingly found that he could somehow manage to balance himself in such an odd position on the back of Lil’ Apple.

It was only something trivial, yet he looked as if he just discovered a new and interesting occurrence. He couldn’t hold himself back from sharing this with Lan Wangji, calling, “Lan Zhan, look at me, look at me now!”

Just like before, Wei Wuxian called his name with a grin, and he looked over as well.

From then on, he could never move his eyes away again.

I am overall pretty satisfied with this ending, although I wish the last few lines had a stronger thematic resonance, but hey, it is still a romance novel at the heart of it so it also makes sense that it finishes that way. I am sure that there is a case that could be made about how the ending could have been stronger or more impactful, but I do think that it is a perfectly competent one. There are of course more things that could be discussed about how the novel ties in a lot of plot threads, but it is interesting to me to focus on what MXTX decided to show in the ultimate chapter of the novel.

Last extra: “Dream come true”

This extra is basically the equivalent of a book adding another chapter after “and they lived happily ever after” in order to show you what that happily ever after could look like for these characters. If the novel had only had the tone of this extra, it would have gotten boring pretty fast. But as it is, as an extra, it is just this little delightful piece of fluff that also gives us more backstory about WWX’s infatuation with LWJ during his first life. It is sweet to the point of cavities, but hey nothing wrong with an indulgent fanfic being stapled at the back of a story. It’s my favourite extra and I love how the audio drama gave life to it.

“Be honest about whether or not you thought about me in the same way.” In a solemn tone, he spoke, “Rejecting me like that so coldly every single time—it really made me lose face, don’t you know?”

Lan Wangji, “You can try, now, to see if I would reject you over anything.”

The sentence so suddenly struck his heart. Wei Wuxian choked, yet Lan Wangji was still as calm as ever, as though he didn’t at all realize what he just said. Wei Wuxian put his hand to his forehead, “You… Hanguang-Jun, let’s make a deal. Please warn me before you say something so romantic, or else I won’t be able to take it.”

Lan Wangji nodded, “Okay.”

Wei Wuxian, “Lan Zhan—what a person you are!”

Tens of thousands of words were left unspoken, in exchange for endless laughter and hugs.

Well that wasn’t very salty, but 🤷‍♂️

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always-and-forever-a-killjoy · 4 years

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Coming, Coming Home Chapter 3 (Except it’s actually called Building Home now)

Hello fuckers so I impulsively changed the name of my big fic because I have Plans for the title coming home so now it’s called building home, but it’s still the same fic. Also here’s chapter 3 please read the warnings and if you spot any typos lmk because I wrote this late at night.

Also! The last chapter title was from i hope ur ok by noll! The POV for this chapter is White Lily, which makes it officially the first chapter from the POV of an original character, so I hope you enjoy!

Title: Building Home

Chapter Title: The day it was suddenly real

Chapter Wordcount: 3404

Chapter Summary:

Cherri Cola arrives home. Wounds are stitched, impulsive decisions are made, and no one is especially okay.

Warnings: Needles, blood, injury, fairly frank discussion of death and child death. (If you want to know what parts to skip, go to the end notes on AO3- I also put a brief summary of any important info in those parts. Stay safe!)

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Lily looked up as Cherri stumbled into the house, pressing a hand to his side and wincing. She and D had gotten back a few minutes ago, finding their mission for the day discouraging and hopeless. D was off upstairs somewhere, she thought, and she was nursing a cup of ‘tea’, which was something more approximating warm water with a little bit of some sort of dried leaf they had found in the kitchen cabinets boiled in it. They were both pretty sure it was actually parsley, but Lily insisted it was ‘minty enough’. It wasn’t as if they had anything else for tea. She would have gotten something to eat as well, but they were mostly out and they would need enough left for dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast.

So, in short, it had been an incredibly shitty day and it was about to get even worse. Given that Cherri proceeded to pass out on their floor.

Lily swore under her breath and set down her cup, hurrying over to the younger killjoy. “Cherri?”

No reply. She crouched next to the other and gently turned him over, sucking in a sharp breath at how much blood covered his side. “Cherri! D, get down here! Quickly! And bring the med kit!”

D came hurrying in a few seconds later, grabbing the first aid kit off the wall as he did. “What’s going on, Lil- Cherri!”

Lily grabbed the kit from him and dug around for the disinfectant, swearing under her breath all the while. In her opinion, there were times that called for generous usage of the word fuck, and this was one of them.

“Cher, wake up,” Lily whispered as she cleaned the wound, trying futilely to wipe away the blood so she could see.

Cherri jerked under her hands, eyes blinking open. “D- Lil- you have to go.”

“Go where?” D asked gently. It was clear Cherri wasn’t going to let them help until he passed on whatever he was going to say, so Lily let D talk.

“Go- just. Just go somewhere. They know about the radio station- bli, they’re coming to hunt us down soon. They know Lil’s in Zone Four.”

D and Lily exchanged glances.

“Go pack our stuff,” Lily told him. “I’ll take care of Cher.”

D nodded to her and hurried upstairs as she threaded the needle with hands that shook more than she wanted to admit. “Okay, Cherri, I need you to be brave. This is going to hurt like a bitch.”

“Got it.” Cherri’s teeth were clenched.

Lily started the first stitch, trying not to flinch as Cherri gave a tiny yelp of pain. “It’s going to be okay, only a few more stitches, okay?”

She got a tiny nod and another hiss of pain in response. Every pained noise cut at her heart, but she couldn’t let Cherri lose too much blood. Only the Phoenix Witch knew how much he had lost already. So Lily put in careful stitch after careful stitch, pausing to clean the needle occasionally.

“What happened, Cher?”

“Went to- went to raid a supply truck.” He sucked in a breath as Lily tied off the next stitch. “Exterminator was altered by the clap. Found me and shot me.”

“How the hell did you get away?” D was returning from the upstairs with almost everything they owned neatly packed away, getting ready to pack up any stuff in the living room that they’d be able to take.

“They-“ he winced. “They let me go. Threatened me, told me to tell you two that you wouldn’t win.”

Lily glanced at D again and found that the concern in his eyes mirrored her own. “Okay, you’re all sewed up, Cherri. Let’s go out to the van.”

Cherri tried to get up, but D pushed him down firmly. “Absolutely not, you’re barely even stitched up. I’ll carry you out.”

“Fine.” Cherri didn’t resist as D picked him up, following Lily outside. She watched to make sure everything went smoothly as they set him down on the small nest of blankets and other soft things Lily had thrown together, then headed to the front. By the time D had settled next to their youngest crew member, she was already in the drivers’ seat, getting ready to take them away from here.

Lily thought she heard Cherri mutter something about ‘I’m not a child’, but he was curled up and fast asleep within minutes as she stepped on the gas.

And meanwhile, Dr. Death Defying made his way back up to the front of the van carefully, sliding into shotgun.

“Feels real now,” Lily said as her best friend settled next to her. She was still carefully steering them down the road, trying not to bump too much and wake up Cherri.

“We knew the consequences from the start.” D’s voice was businesslike, but Lily could hear the strain of worry behind it.

“We did. We’ve seen enough death to know it could happen to us.” She didn’t take her eyes off the road. “But it feels more real when it’s Cher who got hurt.”

“He’s so young,” D agreed. Their voice had softened and grown quieter.

“He is. God, I know he’s hardly younger than we were when we were shipped off to fight, but he’s still a child, D.”

“I know, Lil.”

“He’s so small. So young. And he’s got that way about him like there’s kindness behind the pain. Who put him in this war? Who let him be one of our little rebel soldiers? He should be….”

“Happy,” D finished for her. “Safe. Not going head-to-head with exterminators and helping run a radio station.”

“Exactly.” Her voice shook more than she would have liked. “Are we doing the right thing, D? Can we justify letting children fight a war we know we might not win?”

“I don’t know,” he said quietly.

“It’s not like we can stop them from fighting, but sometimes I question if we should encourage them,” Lily went on. “So many of them are going to die, D.”

“That’s how war is. We know that.”

"We learned it well.” She knew her laugh was a little bit bitter. “It’s still not right, though.”

“No, it’s not. But we’re not fighting for nothing. There’s a future without Better Living, and we have to fight for that. Fight for it with everything we’ve got.”

Lily sighed. “I guess you’re right. I don’t like it, but we don’t have a choice now. Got ourselves into this mess, I guess we better get ourselves out of it.”

“That’s the spirit,” D said dryly.

“You think we should send Cher away?” It was an abrupt subject change, but that was what had been hovering in her mind as she and D debated morality. “He’s going to get hurt a lot by being with us.”

“He’s going to get hurt either way. He wasn’t even with us today when he got hurt, and the exterminator didn’t sound like they recognized him. Cherri is reckless, we both know. He’s going to get hurt.”

“And it’s not like he would listen if we tried to send him away anyways.”

“That too. He would stick to us like superglue.”

Lily took her eyes off the road briefly to glance back at Cherri, who was still curled up tightly as they bumped along. Even when he slept, there was a slight bit of guardedness to him, unwilling to fully stretch out. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“Me too.”

They hadn’t known where they were going when they packed up and left the house, only knowing that they needed to get out, but a plan started to form in White Lily’s mind as they headed down the road. D didn’t question her, seemingly absorbed in his thoughts as he stared out the window, and Cherri was passed out from a combination of blood loss and not sleeping well for a while. Ever, really. Lily didn’t think he had slept through the night since he arrived- he rarely actually woke one of them up, but she was up on her own often enough when he would be awake and bumping around. So even without the ray gun wound, he definitely needed sleep.

Lily turned them off the path they had been following, pulling up in a somewhat intact town. They were parked in front of the most intact house, an almost Victorian style home with sturdy walls. This was where Lily knew she could find an old friend, of sorts.

Autumn Assassin was somewhere between twenty-five and thirty years old, about five foot four, and utterly and completely terrifying. They were the best shot with a ray gun she had ever met, with the possible exception of Cherri, and could use a variety of other weapons with startling ease. They were also terrifyingly competent at cooking and keeping organized, and hadn’t put up with anyone’s shit in living memory. Lily had served with them for a time in the Helium Wars, and that brief service together was enough to give her a healthy respect for them.

“Where are we?” D asked, finally seeming to come out of their thoughts.

“An old friend’s house." Lily headed into the back, grabbing one of the bags as D lifted Cherri carefully. She led the others up to the door of the old and mostly intact house, knocking once she had finished laughing at the ‘House of Soup’ spray-painted next to the door.

Said door was opened by an unfamiliar killjoy with messy blond hair. “Hello, what can I do for you?”

“I need to talk to Autumn Assassin, do they still live here?”

“Sure do!” There was a loud crash and some yells from within the house. “I’ll get them in uhhh a second. HEY AUTUMN! WE NEED YOU UP HERE!”

A few more yells followed that, as well as one or two more crashes. “Now put that sword down or so help me!” The familiar tiny killjoy appeared at the door, putting their hands solidly on their hips. “So what is it, Princey?”

“These fine ‘joys showed up on our doorstep and asked to see you.”

“Ah. White Lily!”

“Hey, Autumn Assassin. You don’t happen to have a spare room, do you?”

Autumn Assassin looked them up and down, eyes raking over D’s tired face, the bits of blood splattering all of them, and Cherri passed out in D’s arms. “Of course I do.”

Lily breathed a tiny sigh of relief as the smaller killjoy hurried them inside. The interior of the house proved to be quite cozy, a nice living room outfitted with a verity of mismatching and likely stolen or scavenged furniture. There were also a variety of killjoys lounging around the living room and/or draped over said furniture, laughing and calling back and forth to each other as Autumn Assassin led the three of them further inside and up the stairs.

They turned left on the landing, opening the door to what had once been a bedroom, clearly. “Here you go, this is the best free room in the house, currently. We might even have an extra mattress laying around, you’ll have to give me a second to find it through.” They rummaged around in the closet of the room for a few minutes. “Ah! Here we go!”

It was a larger mattress than one would reasonably expect to fit in a closet, but Autumn Assassin had managed to cram it in there anyways, it appeared. They hauled it out and laid it across the floor of the fairly bare room. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” Lily said gratefully as D set Cherri down.

“Of course. Now come tell me about your friends and how you came to be here, I’ve got to cook dinner but you can come downstairs with me.”

“I’ll wait with Cherri,” D told Lily. “He’ll probably not be very happy about waking up alone in a strange place.”

Lily nodded and so did Autumn as they tromped downstairs, shouldering past another killjoy to reach the kitchen. “And here we go, pass me that can of power pup, would you?”

Lily handed it to them. “So you’ve been living here…”

“Couple of months now, me and the brit boys settled down here first and then we acquired a couple of other friends along the way. It’s a safehouse of sorts, we give a room to anyone who needs one.”

“Gotcha.”

“So how did you come to be here with an injured teenager and that other guy?”

“That other guy is Dr. Death Defying, my friend from my very first squadron. And the teenager is Cherri Cola, a random killjoy who came to live with us after he accidentally stumbled on our house while looking for shelter.”

“Seems legit.” They were stirring a pot of power pup with a few other things thrown in. “So how did you end up here?”

“You know 109 WKIL?”

“The radio station? Of course I do.”

“We run that, you might know, and so Better Living Industries has been trying to track our signal. Cherri went out and got hurt in a clap with an exterminator, and the exterminator told him that they were close to finding WKIL, so we had to leave home in a hurry.”

“And he didn’t die? An exterminator?”

“Didn’t die, just got hurt. He’s a good shot and a much better fighter than you would expect.”

Autumn Assassin nodded, stirring the pot one more time before they put it over the fire already lit in the sink. “So you decided to come here?”

“I knew it would be safe, and I figured you would let us stay for a while.”

“Hon, you can stay as long as you need.” They made a face. “I’ve started talking like a southern grandma.”

“You practically are a grandparent,” Lily deadpanned.

“Rude. See if I let you stay here now.” Their voice was joking, and Lily didn’t think for a second they would actually kick her out. “But in all seriousness, you really can stay for as long as you need. You’re staying until your friend is healed at least. He looks like barely more than a kid.”

“He’s sixteen. Seventeen by now, I’m guessing, but he didn’t tell us his birthday.” She ignored the faint twinge of guilt that neither she nor D had thought to ask. Birthdays weren’t such a big deal in the desert, but they still celebrated when they could.

“See? Child. Baby. Youngster.”

“You’re literally twenty-five.”

“I’m still not a literal child. Plus, I’m a cat grandparent.”

White Lily raised her eyebrows at them.

“Princey- his name is Prince of Wales but we call him Princey- adopted a mangy stray cat. And we’ve decided I’m the collective parent friend.” Autumn gave the pot another fierce stir.

“Ah.”

“Yeah.” They lifted the pot off the heat. “Dinner!”

This was met by a cascade of killjoys thundering down the stairs and several more hurrying in from the living room, much to Autumn Assassin’s disgruntled “One at a time!”

Within a few minutes, everyone had snatched one of the chipped bowls or plates (some of which appeared to actually be empty power pup cans) and were lined up neatly. D and Cherri appeared to have been alerted by the noise as well, given that they made their way slowly down the stairs after everyone else.

“Guests first,” Autumn Assassin said firmly, and the killjoys all stepped aside to let D and Cherri by. “Here you go, Lily, here you go…Dr. Death Defying, Lily said?”

He nodded.

“And here you go, young man.” They dumped some in the chipped bowl one of the ‘joys had handed Cherri.

“Thank you,” Cherri said quietly.

“Of course. Go sit down, you three, I’m going to hand some out to the rest of this lot.” Within a few minutes, the entire household was sprawled back out around the room eating the mixture that Autumn Assassin had spooned onto their plates, and Autumn Assassin came to join the three of them over in the corner Lily had claimed.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, I’m Autumn Assassin.”

“Cherri Cola.”

“Dr. Death Defying. It’s nice to meet you; Lily said you were a friend of hers?”

“We knew each other during the Helium Wars,” Lily explained. “I figured they would be happy for us to come stay a bit.”

“And I am, you can stay as long as you need. We don’t turn away ‘joys in need in this household.” They gestured with their spoon a bit as they spoke, adding emphasis to their words. “If I have extra food and rooms, I might as well give them to people.”

“Well, we’re very glad you do,” Dr. Death Defying put in.

“Of course.”

The rest of the dinner was quiet, at least for the four of them. The rest of the room was filled with laughter and chatter and spirit, a bunch of teens and twenty-something killjoys talking between themselves and having a good time. Occasionally, one of them got up to grab more from the pot that Autumn Assassin had prepared, until the entire thing was empty and everyone seemed to have eaten their fill. After the meal was over, they all split off to different places, some off to bed and some to hang out on the roof, it seemed. The three of them went back to the little room, figuring that Cherri could use some rest and all pretty tired themselves.

Cherri was conked out within minutes, and D and Lily settled on the mattress but didn’t go to sleep just yet.

“I hope we don’t bring bli down on Autumn Assassin’s head,” D fretted softly.

“If we do, they’ll flip the corporation off and keep right on cooking,” Lily predicted with a snort.

D gave a small chuckle. “They might just, from what I’ve seen of them so far.”

“They’re terrifyingly put together. And a good fighter, but how organized they are is scarier.”

“They act like they have their life together.”

Lily flopped on her back, staring at the ceiling. “I’m pretty sure they do. Unlike us.”

“Unlike us. We’re trying to run a revolution at twenty-two and twenty-one though, I think it can be forgiven.”

“Probably.”

D groaned softly as he settled down as well. “I’m too young for achy everything.”

“So am I, and everything still fucking hurts sometimes.”

“Guess that’s life.”

The duo stared up at the ceiling together as Cherri slept well, not exactly peacefully, but not horribly, at least. They had already talked about the morality of all this, but Lily was sure that would have been their topic of conversation if they hadn’t. It was awfully hard to decide if they were doing the right thing, sometimes. They were fighting for the future of their generation and all the ones after, but that fight would take away hundreds or thousands of futures as well. Could the death of so many people, so many teenagers, just barely out of childhood, be justified? Could she ask children to die for her? It had been an exhausting day, but even in the safety of Autumn Assassin’s house, her mind refused to rest. She had a thousand doubts and no one to say them to, not even D. They doubted too, she knew, but D had a somewhat more utilitarian approach to it all. To him, the world they were fighting for was worth all the death and pain. It had to be, or why would they fight? So Lily didn’t say anything further about it, but she didn’t sleep either.

It appeared D wasn’t sleeping as well, as they shifted slightly on the mattress beside her. “It’s real now, isn’t it.” It wasn’t a question.

“It’s real now,” Lily agreed quietly.

In the history books that Better Living Industries would write, the Analog Wars began in 2010, when dangerous anarchists attacked a peaceful Better Living Industries encampment. In the stories passed down by the killjoys, they began a couple of months before that, with the attack on a small town of killjoys and neutrals by Better Living Industries. But to Dr. Death Defying and White Lily, the war began the second their friend staggered in the door with a hand pressed to his bleeding side and a dreadful warning on his lips.

#auri writes #building home tag #white lily #cherri cola #dr. death defying #autumn assassin #coming coming home tag #chapter 3 #angst

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7hyuns · 5 years

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coloured by romance

haechan x reader

warnings; argument, the slightest bit of angst, fake variety show bc i couldn’t think of any to fit my plot :), maybe a lil bit of swearing i don’t have any self control

song; sweet - cigarettes after sex, out of mind - tove lo

word count; 4.4k ladies

requested; yes!! thank you :)

- May I request a Haechan scenario? (angsty but turns fluffy lol) maybe where you his idol gf but you’re currently in a big argument and then the both of you have to attend some kind of variety show? ⭐️

An irritated sigh left his lips for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, and he’d only been with you for an hour. When his annoyance had first become evident for you, which hadn’t taken very long to happen, you’d second-guessed yourself almost immediately, which you were now ever more vexed by. You’d taken a couple minutes to think about what you could have possibly done wrong to make him radiate that kind of feeling, but you’d eventually come up with nothing that was bad enough to make him act like this.

Stealing a quick glance over at him as people continued to move all around you, you tried to guess what could have happened, and that’s when you let a bubble of concern move through you. It was wrong of you to immediately assume that his emotions must be based around you all the time, and you should have asked sooner if something had gone wrong in his day to upset his mood like this. Maybe you could’ve asked one of his group members when they’d been mulling around closer to you, but not many of them had seemed particularly lively either.

Hyuck kept his eyes focused forward, not sparing you even the smallest of looks as he seemed to be completely zoned out. A small burst of nerves was beginning to move through, much to your disappointment, as you knew already that you shouldn’t have anything to be nervous about around your own boyfriend. You tried to rationalise the strange, tense feeling in your gut to being simply because you were tired, you had been practicing all day and now you were growing sleepy and your mood was just deteriorating because of that. Some small voice in your brain was insistent that your logical answer wasn’t and couldn’t be the case, that because you had this weird pit opening up in your stomach you should back down from saying anything about Hyuck’s behaviour to him.

“Hyuck?” You questioned softly, turning your head to face him comfortably as you decided it was best to directly push back against the seemingly proof-less doubts in your mind. For a moment, he gave you no reaction, simply remaining with his eyes facing forward and blankly staring at a wall on the further side of the dinner hall. After a few beats of heavy silence – or as silent as you could get surrounded by other people having their own conversations – you heard him offer a short hum in response, making it sound more like a grunt of acknowledgement.

Clearing your throat, you began to wish that he’d at the very least look at you when you were trying to talk to him, “Are you okay?” You asked, keeping your voice soft so it wouldn’t disturb him too much.

He turned to look at you for an uncomfortable minute, his eyebrows rose and lips parted slightly as yet another sigh left his mouth. “What?” he asked, looking at you expectantly as you almost felt yourself flounder as his blunt response. He seemed to notice, or at least presume you didn’t understand his question, as he rephrased it only a moment later. “I didn’t hear what you said.”

Nodding, you felt one of your hands jump to reach out for your other, tangling around your digits as you twisted them to try and find a respite from the sudden anxiety buzzing through you. “I said,” you began, pausing as you realised your tone was harsher than you intended it to be, “uh, I said, are you okay?” You finished, trying to consciously soften to your tone as you spoke each word.

Hyuck simply gave you a curt nod, his lips closing into a tight line as he turned away from you again. His reaction, while you wanted to believe it was just because he was finding it hard to have a conversation in the chaos of the room, you just couldn’t make yourself accept that when you knew that there had to be more. You gently skimmed your hand along his arm, trying to catch his attention without calling out to him again. Feeling him tense underneath your fingertips, you pulled your hand away from him, waiting instead for him to turn his head towards you again. His vexation at whatever was bothering him had seemed to increased considerably, his eyes looking at you as if he was already bored by something you hadn’t even been given the chance to say yet.

You wanted to grow to match his annoyance, maybe even to go higher and become increasingly angered by how bluntly he had been treating you since he got here, without giving you any obvious reason for it. Instead, you found yourself falling into concern, worry for what had happened to make him act so blankly when he was usually so much more than this filtering through you no matter how much you protested.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, keeping your voice just even enough for it to be audible within the hall.

Some form of genuine emotion seemed to cross over his face then, but it wasn’t exactly what you had wanted or expected for him to feel in response to such a mundane question. His jaw seemed to tighten, his eyes flitting away from your own as he appeared incredibly flustered for a moment. You wanted to keep talking, to keep asking questions, to push him to give you answers to everything you wanted to let slip from your mouth in a jumble. You couldn’t tell whether all the things you wanted to know were just because of the curiosity lingering as his mood seemed to continue to worsen, or because of the deep-set concern that had decided to make itself prevalent inside of you.

No words had made their way past his lips yet, and he currently seemed intent on keeping it that way, much to you confusion. The situation in front of you was already turning into something you couldn’t fully grasp, your understanding of why you seemed to be catching the worst end of his mood completely escaping you. “Yes, I’m sure,” you heard Hyuck finally speak, the edge in his voice distracting you from where you’d been caught up in your spinning thought process, “I’m not a child, I know what I’m feeling.” He interrupted your thinking again, making you glance up at him with your eyebrows raised in confusion.

It was in the unusual moments where Hyuck seemed to be putting seriousness behind his quips that you wished you had the same talent for biting comments that he did. Instead, you found yourself without the right words to say in response to him growing impossibly defensive in the space of seconds. Clearing your throat in discomfort, you made sure you were still holding his eye contact before speaking, “You’re just,” you started again, stopping as you realised that making a spiteful comment wasn’t what needed to happen right in this moment.

Hyuck, however, seemed intent on you finishing your sentence; his eyebrows were rose and his lips had parted, as if he was preparing himself to argue back with whatever point you wanted to propose to him. “I’m just what?” He prompted, looking as if he had been caught somewhere between frustrated by your lack of retort and amused by the idea of you purposefully stopping the snide comment that was evidently lingering on the tip of your tongue.

Sighing, you played with the idea of actually saying something, of giving in to the fantasy of not thinking your words through before you said them as he seemed content to feed into the concept with you. “You’re just being a bit of a dick, is all,” you finalised, not being comfortable or angry enough to blatantly insult him, even if he was treating you wrong in the moment.

Hyuck rolled his eyes, looking away from you and scoffing before turning back, his eyes narrowed and sharper than they had been earlier. “And you don’t think to wonder why?” He bit back, letting the edge of his voice consume it entirely so he sounded intentional and broodier over the suggestion that just maybe he wasn’t acting like normal than he really was.

You didn’t know how to react to his words as he said them, unsure of whether you should recoil, run away from the situation and find a calmer respite until his mood died down, or whether you should spit something back, try and think of anything you could say that would make you feel justified. “Didn’t I already ask?” You bevelled your head at him, watching as his lips quirked upwards in a bitter smile as he scoffed louder than before. “Go on, then,” you began prompting, watching as he glanced back over to you with his jaw jutted upwards, “tell me what’s got you acting like a child.”

The last comment seemed to bite into him, his teeth scraping against one another as his mouth fell into a compressed line and he took a thick swallow. “Maybe if you weren’t so annoying, I wouldn’t need to dodge a million conversation I don’t wanna have every single day.” He threw out, letting his eyes leave yours as he finished speaking.

On one hand, the most self-doubting part of you latched onto what he’d said. Maybe you did talk too much, maybe you did ask too many unwanted questions, maybe you’d gotten boring and your conversations had grown stale to him. On the other, much stronger hand, you could feel the pit of irritation give way to a louder feeling, one that protested strongly against any hint of self-deprecation stemming from his words. You hadn’t done anything. If he didn’t want to waste his time talking to you, he shouldn’t feel the need to.

Mirroring his earlier reaction and rolling your eyes at him, you stood up straighter, the tightness and oddness of the fabric of your organised outfit all of sudden becoming prevalent, sliding itself to the forefront of your mind as you wished you could be at home, out of your dinner-party get-up and curled into the warm sheets of your bed. Your chest rose with a sharp intake of breath, your feet already taking the first step in your route away from Hyuck, unsure of what to do in the wake of such a minor and yet lingering argument.

His eyes didn’t leave your frame as your back turned to him, his voice finding itself entering the atmosphere before he fully thought through saying something coherent, “So, you’re just gonna walk away?” He prodded again, already being able to picture the image of distaste flashing against your features at his words.

“Yeah,” you responded tiredly, looking back over your shoulder at him for the briefest of moment, only enough to catch him moving to sigh for another painstaking time again. Your body felt heavy against you, as if it was purposefully slowing you down in your walk away from Hyuck and back towards your own group members in search of comfort.

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After spending the last year of your life talking to one person, you suddenly felt consumed with the strangeness and detachment that came with being distanced from them. It didn’t seem to matter how much the desire to seek out Hyuck and get back onto a regular communication basis grew within you, some petty and childish need to not look like you needed him was constantly pressed to your chest. You hated that, you hated that you even felt it necessary to play games and go around in circles with him, but part of you didn’t want to accept the easier options in front of you.

Maybe your new-found bitterness was because you knew it wasn’t you who needed to apologise. It wasn’t your place to spew apologies and rush back to him because it hadn’t been you who pushed him away in the first place. Or maybe that was just a way to relinquish the growing feeling of doubt in your actions of ignoring him whenever he decided to finally get back in contact with you, and maybe it was in part to justify the slight bubble of irrational guilt that you could constantly feel following you around.

Keeping up to your schedules with this weight against you had been something of a challenge, but you knew in the long-run both the normality and joy that completing the consistent actions and tasks in your day-to-day would help get you back on track. On the days that strayed slightly from the general schedule you were used to, you’d begun to feel more flustered, more like the different variety shows and social media updates and photoshoots were being thrown at you even when you’d had a considerable amount of time to prepare yourself.

Or maybe it was just the action of not giving yourself time to stop and dwell over Hyuck when you were on variety shows that was becoming trickier the longer you avoided speaking with him. It was difficult; you’d often find your mind drifting off to him and before you could really think of anything else, you’d be blanking out from the rest of the show, feeling your chest shrink in on itself at the prospect of having to partake in games and questions while your mind continued to spin like it had been.

But if there was an aspect of your schedule you’d begun to resent and maybe even allow the build-up of anxiety become strong enough to let you debate faking sick and getting yourself out of it, it was being on the same variety show as Hyuck and his members. When you’d first had that you would have that opportunity with him, you’d both been irrationally happy, excited to share another experience together. Now that you weren’t talking to him at all, the idea of having to stand with him, his members and your own members and act as though nothing had changed sounded like torture. As sad as it was to try and imagine what was going through Hyuck’s mind in the moments since you’d left him at the dinner party, you assumed it would either be exactly the same as yours or a far duller version of it. Of course, you concluded that he wouldn’t particularly want to see you right now, but whether or not he’d be feeling anything other than distaste for being in your presence again so soon, you didn’t know.

When the day finally rolled around, you’d complained from the very moment your leader had pulled you from your bed, following you around as you were rushed along in your movements of getting ready. You hadn’t set an alarm, you recalled, namely because you hadn’t wanted to accept that waking up and actually going to see Hyuck when you were in this state with him was your reality. You’d protested as your manager ushered all of you into the van, chiding that you should have gotten ready quicker if you didn’t want to be rushed along, more complaints spilling from your lips as your members immediately jumped to their own defence, dropping you as the only one who was up and ready late.

Reaching the building, you turned to face your leader as you kept your arms firmly planted by your lap instead of moving to unclasp your seatbelt like everyone else had. “I’m not feeling well,” you whined, dropping your head back to fall against the head-rest as you earned a scoff in response.

“Oh, right, of course, I’m sure that’s it,” you heard the car door on your side slide open, and you cracked one of your eyes open to see your manager gesturing you out of the vehicle. You gripped onto the material of your seatbelt, tugging on it to show her that you couldn’t get out while it was still done up, hearing your leader laugh as the warmth of their frame disappeared from beside you.

Meanwhile, your manager tipped her head at you and pouted her bottom lip out in mock sympathy, making you groan in retaliation, earning a chuckle as the sensation of your seatbelt locked around you left you, seeing your manager retracting her hands just as you opened your eyes again. “Do I have to?” You asked quietly, swinging one leg to hover above the concrete below you while the other remained inside the car. Laughing softly at your childish protests, your manager nodded, moving out of the way to give you space to finally reach the outside of the building you’d be filming in, hearing your members cheer when they saw your form finally exit the security of the car.

Huffing, you paced over to them, following everyone else inside, glancing around quickly to try and guess whether Hyuck had arrived yet. You concluded that they had the second you got inside the building, hearing a flurry of male voices already talking with one another in a mix of volumes and languages, doing little to surprise you in the context. Turning the corner to the room directly before the filming studio, you bit back another dramatic sigh before it had the chance to pass your lips when you caught sight of Hyuck.

Giving him a once over, it was hard to notice any signal to indicate whether or not he’d struggled over the week to get over the what should have remained a minuscule argument with you. Although, you supposed, if anyone had taken one look at you and been told to guess whether or not you’d been having a good week, they wouldn’t really think twice about assuming you had. Part of you felt vindictive and wrong for hoping his week had been at the very least a little off, a little discomforting and stressful as he came to realise just how badly he’d treated you that night. Being as dramatic as you were lately made you feel even more childish for storming away from him that night instead of staying and trying to fix it properly instead of letting him provoke you.

Feeling a hand curl around your wrist lightly and beginning dragging you forward brought you back into the same room as everyone else. The notion of being on camera right now was making your stomach turn in flips, worry causing your hands to tug away from your member’s and tangle with your other one again. The room appeared brighter than all the others, and you suddenly regretted not clamping your eyes shut the second you’d walked in the room instead of letting yourself follow Hyuck along in his movements to get into position before the camera’s were turned on.

One of the hosts paced quickly towards Hyuck’s general area, peaking your attention as you stared over at them unabashedly, no particular concern for him seeing you looking in his direction, almost hoping he would so you’d give him an excuse to come over and talk to you. You glanced over his outfit, noting that he’d picked it himself and that it looked good and well-fitted on him, fighting the urge to want to pick an argument with him purely because he looked nice on a day when you were supposed to still be angry with him. Catching sight of him and the few of his members closest to where he stood glancing over at you, you felt a sudden wave of unsureness, shifting on the balls of your feet as you dropped eye contact with Hyuck as soon as you were sure his head drifted to yours.

Sparing a cautious glance back, you saw the host chuckling softly, gesturing you over to them with a welcoming grin on his face. Clearing your throat to yourself in preparation of introducing yourself, you began to walk forward, biting back the nervous urge to look at Hyuck for encouragement as you did so. It had become a habit, letting your eyes flit to his and watch as he’d offer you the brightest of grins and mouth something supportive to you whenever you did anything he knew you would be unsettled about. Maybe he was like that because he’d been an idol longer than you, or maybe Hyuck was overall just more confident in these areas than you, but you fought back the want to do so anyway.

The host offered you an even wider grin as you finally reached them, allowing your eyes to shift up from the floor, “So,” he was already starting to speak, catching you significantly off-guard as you jolted a little at the volume of his voice, “we were just thinking, since it’s your first variety show together, you and Haechan should be closer to one another during the filming, right?” He suggested, looking between the two of you as you attempted to guess what Hyuck would have said in response. Would he have refused, and now you were going to agree and look silly? Or would he have agreed, and now you were going to refuse and look rude? Your brain hurt to try and picture the things that went on in Hyuck’s mind, knowing already you didn’t really have a chance.

“I said I thought that’d be pretty cool,” you heard Hyuck interrupt, “don’t you think, ___?” He offered you the prompt, clearly having noticed you were floundering to figure something out. You wanted to be annoyed with yourself, irritated that you’d needed his help already today, but part of his statement gave you a glimmer of hope, that maybe you’d imagined the whole argument by yourself and it had just never happened in the first place.

Nodding, you found the confidence within you to verbalise something before the air could grow thick with awkwardness, “Yeah, that sounds…that sounds like it’ll be nice.”

A flurry of noise and movement suddenly smacked you in the face, feeling yourself being tugged and adjusted into a position closer to Hyuck that still made you look good in the lighting. Once you’d finally been twisted into the correct positioning, more people began buzzing both around you and around the people around you. The sheer amount of movement around you made your head spin as you tried to catch some parts of it instead of letting yourself look at Hyuck until you absolutely had to.

The feeling of his fingertips skimming along the skin of your hand made you jump slightly, eyes glancing over at him with confusion glazing over your features, only earning a sheepish smile in response. He leaned to be closer to you, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper so you’d know his words were only meant for you to hear, “Are you okay?”

The reminiscence of your own question from that earlier night caught you, and while you wanted to turn away from him and be offended that he’d bring up something like that as a joke that he was evidently comfortable just laughing at, you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up your throat. Sighing, you opened your palm up to let his hand slip into your own properly, moving your free-hand to rub over your face before remembering the make-up that had been done earlier in the day, your hand stilling just as it reached your skin and then dropping back down to your side. Hyuck let out an amused giggle, watching as you hummed in mock thought before offering him your own rendition of his curt nod, making his laughter raise in volume.

“Hey,” you heard him speak softly, keeping his voice hushed so only you’d hear him, “I really do wanna say that I’m sorry for being such a dick.”

You laughed, nodding at him as he spoke, “I guess I’m sorry for overreacting, too.”

Humming, Hyuck shrugged at you, “I’m not so sure you did, to be honest,” he cleared his throat quickly and then breathed in deeply through his nose, “anyway, that’s not the point, I had something to say.” You bit back at laugh again, closing your lips into a line to fight off the urge to let it bubble past your lips. “I know it’s not an excuse,” he began, peaking your interest further than it already was, “but I was just, I was so tired, and then we had the dinner party and there was so much talking and I wanted to be at home, I really just wanted to be at home and asleep.” He finished, not purposefully dropping his eye contact but letting his eyes wander to the blank room around him as he spoke cautiously.

Tracing a small heart onto the skin of his hand, you watched his lips quirk upwards in a soft smile before you began talking. “I understand, I wanted to go home, too,” you started, “I’m just glad to know you weren’t actually mad at me for something,” you laughed softly.

His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head before you even finished your sentence, “I could never,” he joked, nudging you with his shoulder before he pressed the briefest of kisses to your temple, “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, though, seriously.”

Smiling up at him, you tried to ignore the way a laugh almost past his lips when you jumped at the surprise of hearing the hosts begin shouting about the camera’s, ‘rolling very soon!’ Hyuck tightened his grip on your hand, “Now,” he began again, and as you looked at him you saw the way the lights in the room made his skin look like it was glowing, “smile and act like everything’s been completely normal for the last week, hm? No more talking about arguments or else they’ll figure out that we do really hate one another.”

Humming in agreement, you straightened your back in order to seem more confident and prepared for the camera’s turning on, turning your head slightly to see Hyuck peaking down at you as you grinned at him, “Bet you a meal that I can look more in love with you than you do with me?” You suggested, watching as his lips curled upwards again.

“You make all these bets and yet you always end up regretting them when I win,” Hyuck sighed in mock disappointment, quieting his laugh after you shoved him away from you lightly with the back of his hand when the hosts announced the camera’s were about to be turned on.

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nikatyler · 5 years

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*gasp* a replies post! A long replies post! A long replies post where I overshare again! *o* Yeah I kinda missed doing these. I’m now at home, but won’t be for much longer. First, I’m going to meet some of my new classmates on Friday and I’ll spend the whole weekend with them! We’re going somewhere...well I don’t even know where that is, just that it’s in nature and I’ve never been there before! Thank gods we’re meeting at the main station in Prague, or else I wouldn’t get there myself. Then on Moday, I have to go to my uni, and then once more on Wednesday I think? And on Wednesday, I’ll have to wake up at 4 am. my LiFe Is SoOoOOOoO HaRd oH mY gOd. No, I’ll be fine.

And a month from now, I’ll be moving to my dorm. That’s some crazy stuff. I can’t believe it’s happening. Last week, my dad actually took me to Prague and we went to see where it is. The location reminds me a lot of my home, but I won’t tell you what exactly that is because no one needs to know that. Anyway, school starts in October. I’m actually looking forward to studying, but the “living alone in a big city with people I’ve never seen before” part is scary. D: I’ll give you updates.

Anyway, today was a weird day. First, I sat alone by the lake when these two guys came and talked to me (I didn’t mind that actually, they were kinda nice), then when I got up and said I had to go home, one of them complimented my legs...which would’ve been really nice but then he basically implied he’d go to bed with me...and like literally five minutes ago he said he had a girlfriend...basically men are scary. Then later, mum and I went grocery shopping and I saw my middle school crush with his girlfriend...and decided that his girlfriend is cute, way cuter than him actually...bisexual culture I guess, crushing on your middle school crush’s girlfriend lmao. Then we went to pay for our groceries and the cashier...was my childhood friend who also happened to be my first crush and also my last crush and these days I’m wondering if I’m really crushing on him or if I’m just holding onto him because I don’t know any better. Long story but if you ever feel like I have a thing for childhood friends to lovers trope, maybe blame him.

Wow. Oversharing much? Let’s get to those replies then, before I tell you what colour my underwear is or something.

Also!! Stream Lover. You won’t regret it.

volcanopasta replied to your photoset “@ ea guess what we still don’t have in ts4”

I miss spooning

I feel like that’s one of those little things half of the community misses. ;-;

simlishprincess replied to your photoset “MAGNOLIA???”

she’s morphing

She’s broken like this really often and it scares me :D

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Vanessa: “So do you forgive me?” Gwyneth: “Of course I do. I must...”

Lol, a bpr founder telling thez plan no more children, they are so funny

These sims have no clue what I have in store

And just you wait for gen 2

Just you wait

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “There it is. Wonder what she could use the computer for…;) (no, I...”

Well I can`t say this is surprisingXD

Yeah...do most people go for purple? At least most bpr people I follow/followed went for this colour :D I also wanted to do this thing where the founder chooses the pink person, but the heir is purple. Idk why, I just wanted it to be like that haha

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Uhh oh hi again. You guys are seeing this right after the last post,...”

Jeez, Vanessa looks like that liquid Terminaor from Terninator 2.Funnily enough he was posing as a police officerXD

Lol I have no idea what you’re talking about because I’m bad at watching iconic movies (read as: I haven’t watched any of the movies that people think everyone has watched :’D) but I’ll believe you lmao

dandylion240 replied to your photoset “I really can’t justify this, can I? Listen, I have to stay true to my...”

Sometimes the aliens won't let you go even if you want to.

Oh you’re right

create-a-sim replied to your photoset “She traded her policeman hat for a fishnet top. Fashion, you know.”

me as a policeman

Saaaame

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “You know how I said I couldn’t justify this? Well…Alexa play Oops I...”

Yeah, make Roxanne that purple sibling/s

Careful what you wish for 👀

dandylion240 replied to your post “The power of what sharing a worry with someone can do amazes me, as a...”

Awe I'm glad you didn't delete without telling anyone. You would have been missed. But you're not the only one who thinks about doing that though.

I love seeing you on my dash ❤️

1o8percent replied to your post “The power of what sharing a worry with someone can do amazes me, as a...”

I’m glad that sharing your worries was able to help you. Simblr can be overwhelming and well life in general can be too. It’s nice to have someone to let it out to. I’m glad you’re still around!

♥♥♥

Thank you guys so much. This happens to me from time to time, but it’s never been this bad.

desira-sims replied to your post “Random thoughts and ideas: NSB, BC and my hair (again)”

I’m slowly working through the sentence starters too. I didn’t realize quite how difficult some of them would be. Lol

Same! I might incorporate one of them into my yellow gen because it would fit there perfectly. God I’m really going to milk this one awful awful event for angst huh. That will be frowned upon. As for the other...I have an idea for it but it doesn’t fit the og Raleb timeline at all (it was for them) and I want it to be canon...like I kinda just don’t want to call it an AU, but I guess I’ll have to.

aiseinei replied to your photoset “Eden: “Ughhh oh my god my life is soooo hard!”

I would be too if I was stuck staring pink in the mirror for the rest of my life �� no very cute!

Oof same haha. One of the reasons why I was hesitant about starting BPR was the pink :D

And then I went and made my founder marry a pink sim and have four pink children with her, because that makes sense. I love making myself suffer, yay!

Thank you, btw!

medleymisty replied to your post “I'm not saying I want to re-read my entire NSB but...I kinda do. Will...”

*hugs* We're our own worst critics. I used to cringe at my old stuff too, but really it was decent. I might have learned more since then, but it was still good. I'm glad you can see the good in yours. :)

I’m definitely not as hard at my younger self anymore. I went and read some of my stories written when I was 13-14, and I tried to look at it that way. They weren’t perfect, but maybe they were good for a child of that age. I mean, I always got good grades on my writing homework, and my teachers have always liked how I worked with words, so...yeah, it’s not perfect, but I’m not going to have perfectly fleshed out characters and storylines when I have barely even understood that the world isn’t just black and white, good and evil. There are shades inbetween.

That got deep again but I have a lot of feelings about this and I’m sorry to my younger writer self for how I’ve treated her. Keep going, kid.

xiapxls replied to your post “Well, of course my bad wifi had to ruin everything. I guess I will go...”

Me! Whenever I come across a new blog I'm interested in I always read everything before I hit follow

whysimstho replied to your post “Well, of course my bad wifi had to ruin everything. I guess I will go...”

It was how I found your blog actually!

yamekamerainbows27 replied to your post “Well, of course my bad wifi had to ruin everything. I guess I will go...”

I have! ✋✋

elisabettasims replied to your post “Well, of course my bad wifi had to ruin everything. I guess I will go...”

I feel like I read over 90% of it?

dandylion240 replied to your post “Well, of course my bad wifi had to ruin everything. I guess I will go...”

Me. Was in love with Ross since he was born in game. He was such a lil cutie!!

desira-sims replied to your post “Well, of course my bad wifi had to ruin everything. I guess I will go...”

Me! Came across a Ross and Caleb post and went back to the beginning to read it all.

1o8percent replied to your post “Well, of course my bad wifi had to ruin everything. I guess I will go...”

I have ��

Wooow there’s a lot of you. And you stuck with me through the bad and the worse, through all the dumb ideas I got...thank you. Seriously, thank you. There’s more in store, I promise.

You’ll want to punch me in the face eventually, I’m just saying.

Speaking of punching someone in the face, yesterday I was waiting for my hair to dry and I thought hmm, let’s go read gen 2 of my NSB. And...I knew Ross was an idiot when he was young, but I forgot he was that bad. I’m glad none of us accepted it and we only collectively forgave him when he got his crap together. Yay. Also yay we didn’t cancel him because cancel culture is disgusting, people can learn from their mistakes.

I’m going off topic again. That happens when I’m in a good mood.

elisabettasims replied to your post “Let's play a game, "how many more curly maxis match hair can I...”

It's true, there is never enough.

dandylion240 replied to your post “Let's play a game, "how many more curly maxis match hair can I...”

There is never enough

Glad we’re on the same page haha

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “��”

Yes, tumblr finally stopped bullying me and send my ask!

Yay tumblr, it got its crap together for once!

No, jokes aside, if you ever send me an ask and I don’t respond, feel free to send it again. I think I got better at answering my asks fast, so you can definitely tell by that. Also, if I answer everyone else’s and not yours...that’s also a sign because I hardly ever keep asks private (unless I’ve been asked to do so, then I’ll always respect your wish!)

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “I have to catch a bus in like ten minutes but here’s what I’ve been...”

This hairstyle suits Ross!

It kinda really does?? It was also the closest I could get to his ts4 one haha.

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photoset “Contestant number seven has arrived! Talia: “Is everything alright?...”

god yeah as an experienced bc player i feel that, introductions take SO long and get SO annoying

I had an “ok I’m never doing this again” moment with literally every contestant because 1) it was taking forever and 2) making ten different and yet still entertaining dialogues was hard

And I write a lot so you’d say that would be easy for me, but nope :’D

doka-chan replied to your post “I don't know how many of you are interested in my book...”

Book recommendations are always a plus. Thank you ! :)

I like them too! Not only because, well, I get a book recommendation, but also because I’m always curious about what people read haha.

vintageplumbobs replied to your post “Just queued episode 2 of the BC and one of the posts got flagged…wanna...”

Not all of us have time for breakfast! I can’t be looking at that in the staff kitchen! People will riot! ��

Oh that’s right, forgive me tumblr, I have sinned

desira-sims replied to your post “But I’ve never told you that before.” Caleb and Ross, please? ��”

That is the sweetest thing ever. ��

dandylion240 replied to your post “But I’ve never told you that before.” Caleb and Ross, please? ��”

I love it ❤️

Thank you guys ;-; ♥ I loved writing this so much. It gave me that nice warm feeling inside, you know what I mean? They make me so happy! ;-;

wcif a vampire best friend that would eventually end up marrying me?

dandylion240 replied to your post “Just queued episode 2 of the BC and one of the posts got flagged…wanna...”

Every single post of Emerson bc was flagged and they weren’t nsfw either mostly

Yeah, this is so weird...I know people say it happens when the picture has a lot of “skintone” coloured pixels...but that’s not always the case with my flagged posts??

Also (I’ll never shut up about this)...why is there a female-presenting nipples rule when it clearly can’t ever tell female and male nipples apart? I’m just saying. And yes I get it, for AI it sure has to be difficult to tell such things apart but in my opinion that’s exactly why they should get rid of it and only incorporate it when it can tell it apart. Actually, hold on, nope. The nipple rule is stupid no matter what gender the nipple is.

And I’ve just used the word nipple more times than ever before in my nineteen-something years long life.

desira-sims replied to your photoset “Some more pictures of Aretha ♥”

She's so pretty

Thank you! ♥ I’m happy with how she turned out.

vintageplumbobs replied to your photoset “I did not forget about those townie makeovers! @epicvictoria suggested...”

That style really suits her. But then...maybe I’m biased...

I think it suits her way better than her original outfits too, but same, I might be biased...vintage/retro aesthetic is my jam.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “How to tell which characters are my favourite? Well, they probably...”

Looking good!

omiscanking replied to your photoset “How to tell which characters are my favourite? Well, they probably...”

I'm scrEAMINGGGG

Haha thank you! I hope it’s a good kind of screaming :D

toxoplasmajuice replied to your post “Thoughts?”

screenshots are cool and all but i say if you wanna rely more on text then go for it! especially if you've figured out that taking all those screenshots is an obstacle for you - do what works best for you, you know?

doka-chan replied to your post “Thoughts?”

For me a story is up to its writer. I don't mind only one picture with a huge text, or the contrary a lot of picture with little to no text. As long as we got attached to the characters, it's not important, as long as it's progressing and understandable.

dandylion240 replied to your post “Thoughts?”

I don’t mind reading a lot of text. Pics are always second to the story to me.

desira-sims replied to your post “Thoughts?”

I sort of think there should be a balance. No, not everything needs to be shown as a ss, but it should be more than one photo for a wall of text.

Thank you for your feedback! I think it would be no more than one Word page of text. Which is a lot still but I think that’s the maximum I’d go for. And I mean, I’d show all the important moments. It’s just, I guess I don’t need ten different pictures of the same conversation when these people are just standing next to each other. And it doesn’t need to be split into ten different posts either.

I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.

deathflowertea replied to your photoset “the softest bean �� alternate, boring caption: So I finally decided to...”

TS4 looks good on her! ��

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “the softest bean �� alternate, boring caption: So I finally decided to...”

Cute!

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “the softest bean �� alternate, boring caption: So I finally decided to...”

I love her!!

Thank you guys! I really like how she turned out too.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “I'm thinking of starting something like "random facts about..." tags...”

I do love when people talk about their characters and stories! It makes OCs more real and all the small details are just adorable!

Me too. I want to know all the details. Tell me how you came up with this or that. Tell me what inspired you to do this. Tell me which song you associate with them. Tell me little things like what shower gel they’re using. I JUST LOVE OCS OKAY

toxoplasmajuice replied to your photo “Nicky: “This is a tragedy. Can I burn my picture before anyone sees...”

me whenever i finish a drawing

big relatable mood

create-a-sim replied to your post “list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for...”

I love good lyrics as well ;)

I’ve recently found a lot of appreciation for lyrics that seem simple, but then you get into them or read some behind the scenes facts and realize they’re not as simple as they might seem. Then I feel like the person who wrote it is a genius.

ineptbubbles replied to your photoset “Could I ever get bored of her? Nope. Could I ever get bored of making...”

Omgosh I love that shirt!!

Me toooo and I need one irl ;-; But I mean, I’ve told my sister so many times this week, maybe when my birthday comes around in December, she’ll remember and she’ll tell my parents I want it? :D I mean I could just ask them for that myself but I just know I’d be embarrassed for some reason.

mlpsimmer replied to your photoset “Roxanne: “Dad, what are you doing here?! You told me you were supposed...”

Your sims are gorgeous!

Thank you so muuuuch! ♥

desira-sims replied to your post “Fluff sentence starter 16. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how...”

These two. �� My heart. I just love them.

dandylion240 replied to your post “Fluff sentence starter 16. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how...”

I love this thank you ❤️

Same. They borrowed my heart, said they’d give it back and then ran away with it and I never saw it again. smh guys, stealing isn’t nice

And no, thank YOU for making me write this ♥

mlpsimmer replied to your post “Tumblr……..your protect-kids-from-seeing-nipples algorithm still isn’t...”

It happened to one of my drafts, which was never published. They were fully dressed, too! It's a little annoying.

Yeah, I just talked about this above in a reply to an older comment. It’s...ugh tumblr, what is u doing

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tumblunni · 6 years

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Oh, and i can't remember if i ever talked fully about my Happ Redemption Ending Fic Ideas For Charon!

Basically HE BECOMES GRANDPA! The main redemption would come about through reuniting him with rotom, but then i thought way too much about what he would do after the redemption too. I kinda turned it into a whole fangame idea, about an au where dawn/lucas/whatever-you-named-your-protagonist doesn't exist, and instead we explore from the perspective of a galactic grunt and see the day saved through everyone's friendship with their boss helping to talk him down. And along the way of your character helping out all the admins and bringing them closer together, you'd naturally pick one as your favourite. And cos the protagonist grunt doesn't have anywhere to stay after the team disbands, redeemed!Charon would adopt you as his grandkid. Or you could get a new mom/dad/sibling/boyfriend/girlfriend/roommate with everyone else, and find equal amounts of daww! Tho i never ended up making this project cos i got too tied up in squeeing over these cute happy endings for sad villains and like... Couldnt write the actual beginning, lol

So yeah! Anyway! The charons!

The happy epilogue for him would involve him and his reunited rotom returning to the abandoned Old Chateau where he lived as a kid. You helping him through his self worth issues means he's finally given up on his dream of being a famous scientist at any cost, no matter how much it hurts people. But he hasn't given up on his dreams entirely, he's just now able to research pokemon out of pure passion for pokemon again, instead of for money. So he starts over again from zero in the place where it began! Him, rotom, and newly adopted protagonist get together to rebuild the house into a sanctuary for ghost type pokemon. He helps all the gastlys that haunted the place find new homes, and the people of eterna city stop being scared of the big ol spooky mansion. And he never becomes rich or famous for it, but he ends up strangely happier than he ever imagined.

So yeh that is my dumb headcanons

Oh! And also i gave him a team of a banette and a mismagius during his time with team galactic. Cos i thought it would help show his progression thru the redemption and foreshadow it a bit, yknow? Like he tries to be big ol grump and says that he sees pokemon as mere tools, but is oblivious to the fact that he's totally become attatched to them and hasn't completely changed from when he was a kid. Lots of cute tsundere-towards-my-pets scenes! I characterized the mismagius as equally as much of a grump as charon, basically like a sassy egotistical kitty cat. He'd be all 'hmpf i'm the boss' and have the nonverbal equivelant of a sass battle, always batting charon's stuff off the shelves and such. And the banette would be an innocent little soul that doesnt realize her trainer is evil, and thinks he's the bestest best ever! So by the end they'd also be happy now he's more openly affectionate with them, and super excited to meet rotom, and basically just imagine these self indulgent fluffy cute scenes with meeeee!! And i dunno how i was gonna justify it, but i wanted to somehow have him talk to his pokemon? I thought of the banette always being like 'Yes Doctor!' and then in the end he's like 'its okay if you want to call me grandpa'. And the mismagius having a rare moment of emotion and being like 'i was so scared you wouldnt come back' (regarding admins + protag going to the distortion world) And rotom being like 'aaaaa i'm an auntie now???'

Oh oh oh and developinh charon's relationshios with the other admins!! I liked the sass him and saturn had in the anime and i headcanoned maybe they worked together in the science division before getting promoted to admin, and maybe saturn like... They weren't really Friends but he kinda at least believes the old man could be something better, and mourns the lost potential? And then they actually could go from 'that guy i enjoy messing with' to a more friendly rivalry to a genuine friendship someday. I think saturn would be the most proud if charon ever became redeemed, yknow? Oh and i have complex thoughts about his relationship with cyrus! Like i think they're both intending to use each other- charon thinks he has the upper hand and this is just some god delusion dope he can bleed dry of precious money, cyrus totally has him clocked and finds him useful cos he's easily manipulated with that same money. But at the same time as they're sassing about each other under their breath, they often end up stuck together in a lot of situations, cos they're the two most emotionless/cynical ones. That sort of 'i don't wanna get involved with that trio's nonsense antics, oh i guess you had the same idea' friendship. But then also i thought there was a little more complexity as to why they're subconciously drawn together? Charon sees cyrus as a mirror of his young adult mid-fall-to-evil self. And as much as he tries to laugh it off that cyrus is still a little too idealistic to outsmart him, he also projects a lot of hate on him that he wishes he could take out on himself. And at the same time there's some subconcious part of him that feels sympathy for the kid and sees this as a chance to protect someone from going down the same path. (Though his pride keeps him from acting on this uncharacteristically kind impulse.) And at the same time Cyrus's own hate-friendship with charon is fueled by his past too. He still remembers how his own grandpa failed to rescue him from his traumatic childhood, so he finds it hard to keep his anger under control around a horrible old man like this. But also some part of him finds him almost... Comforting? Like.. He's at least honest about being dishonest, yknow? And he's not remotely scary. All those memories of being so small and powerless in the face of various adults, whether it was his actively abusive parents or his well-intentioned grandpa who failed him when he needed it most. Being in a position of power over that sort of trash adult is kind of amazing! But at the same time Cyrus starts to realize how pathetic and unhappy this guy is, and how he just lashes out to puff up his ego and pretend he knows what he's doing with his life. Plus he also can't help remembering the happier memories of his grandpa too, even though this new gramps couldnt be further away from him. So it's a very complex friendship of two men who have no clue that they are friends! When did cyrus start thinking 'this man's denial of his sadness is further proof this world needs to be fixed'? When did charon start thinking 'i should stop him from making my same mistakes'? And umm also i had the thought of a dumb scene in the epilogue where charon introduces cyrus to rotom and cyrus uses his tech skills to make a lil rc car for the haunted tangerine to ride around in. TEAM GALACTIC I KNO I LOVE YOUR SASSY INFIGHTING BUT ALSO HAVE YOU CONSIDERED BEING FRIENDS

Okay okay im rambling but basically Ideas

So Many Ideas

So little actual skill at fic writing

Okay gudbye gudnite lol

#chons thoughtz

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dierwolves · 7 years

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bran stark; together

request: can you write some bran stark x reader fluff? something like where they’re just lying together and stealing lil kisses and admitting how happy they are together?

notes: I dunno if this is okay??? But I really love bran so I hope I made him justice xxx

“Y/N!” You turned when you heard Sansa Stark’s voice call your name. She walked swiftly towards you. She had probably just finished supper.

“Lady Sansa.” You curtsied politely to the Lady of Winterfell. You had grown up in the castle while your mother worked as a maid. As she got old and you turned into a grown woman, you took over her job.

“Could you please prepare a room? One on the first floor, if possible.”

You nodded your head, but you couldn’t not ask. “May I know for who is the room, my lady?”

She smiled sweetly at you. “It’s for Bran, Y/N. He’s back home.”

Your hands fell over her mouth. As a child, you had been the closest to Bran, Arya and Rickon. You were always the closest to Bran ,though. Running around together through Winterfell. Back then, you didn’t understand of titles, nobility or smallfolk, so your friendship was fine.

“So, Sansa and Joffrey are going to get married?”

You nodded your head. You were hiding in one of the towers, looking at people pass by, when you saw Sansa and Joffrey walk together. In front of the royal family, your mother had suggested you stayed away from the Starks, but Bran had found you anyway.

“Do you think I’ll have to leave Winterfell when I get married, Y/N? I wouldn’t want that.”

You shook your head this time. “You are a boy, Bran. It’s girls who move to their husbands castles.”

He nodded, but soon enough he turned to you with a worried expression. “But you’ll have to leave Winterfell then, right? You can’t leave me, Y/N!”

You sighed and shrugged. “If my mother decides that, I’ll have to. But I don’t want to leave you either, Bran.”

You both sat quietly, until his eyes lit up with some idea. “We could get married, Y/N! That way we’ll stay in Winterfell forever.”

You nodded your head vigorously. “We could do that! Although we have to wait till we are older.”

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “It doesn’t matter. I know I already love you.”

You beamed at him and he grinned back. “I love you too, Bran.”

You shook your head, making sure the furs were well tucked in the bed and the pillows fluffed. Your flattering heart and irregular breathing was the only thing you could hear till the door opened. He was there, sitting on a wheelchair being pushed by Sansa. He was covered in furs. He had grown up –just like you– and he seemed lost in his thoughts. You went to launch yourself at him, although you hesitated, as Lady Sansa was still in the room. She nodded at you understanding and left the room. The moment the door closed your arms were wrapped around him. He held your waist with one hand while he petted your head with the other, trying to sooth you. You hadn’t noticed the tears that had started streaming down your face.

“Don’t cry, Y/N. We are both home now. Like we wanted.” He was whispering, trying not to startle you more than you already were, but his words only made you spill more tears. After a few minutes you stood up, dried your tear-stained cheeks and unwrinkled your dress. He was watching you all the time with a small smile on his face. You were about to start crying again, but he spoke to you first. “Would you mind helping me get in my bed?” You shook your head assertively and you did so, meanwhile remembering the few days after he woke up from his terrible fall.

“You are going to be alright Bran, you’ll see.”

“But I can’t walk now, Y/N! I’m just a burden.”

You moved your head from side to side. “Don’t say that Bran. I’ll always be your friend. And your parents and your siblings still love you very much. And Summer too.”

He smiled slightly at this. “Do you still love me, Y/N?” He was hidden under more than a couple of furred blankets that reached his chin, but you could imagine the blush covering his cheeks.

You nodded your head. “Of course I do. You’ll see, when I’m older I’ll be very strong so I can carry you around. That way we’ll always be together!”

This seemed to cheer him up, as you could see his eyes wrinkling with a smile.

He was lying on the bed. Eyes closed and breathing still, but you could notice he was awake. You had known him long enough to know. “Would you care to join me, Y/N? I just… don’t want to be alone.”

You just nodded and helped yourself into the bed. He needn’t justify himself. You had shared a bed as kids, when the summer storms would make the sky roar and you could only hide under the blankets.

You knocked on Bran Stark’s door, and opened quietly, although it cracked anyway.

“What took you so long?”

“My mother was watching my door. I had to sneak under her nose.” You crawled under the blankets and he swiftly grabbed your hand. As soon as a lightening illuminated the sky, his hand tightened around yours and his breathing fastened. You got closer to him and wrapped your arm around his chest, and kissed him on his temple, the same way you had seen Lady Catelyn do with his two youngest sons. You caressed his arm soothingly while he laid his head on your chest. “Do not worry, Bran. Not even the strongest lightening can break through the walls of Winterfell.”

He nodded sleepily, as his eyes had started to become heavy. You closed your eyes too, keeping your arm protectively around your best friend, and neither of you saw Catelyn Stark watching from the door with a soft smile on her face.

You sighed. Here you were, years later, with your head resting upon Bran’s chest. Your mothers weren’t with you anymore to scold you for your mischievous behaviour. In the little time you have been with Bran, you had seen how the light of his eyes had seemed to disappear. But he wasn’t the only one. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, a pair of sunken eyes that you could barely recognise as your own looked back at you. You could see how your face had become sour, with a permanent scowl and frown on your face, always watchful of your surroundings during the continuous times of war. You tried to separate yourself from him so you can properly see his face, but his arms tightened around you, not wanting you to move.

“I’m glad that you’re back, Bran.”

He kissed you lightly on your head, while he draws random patterns on your back. “I’m glad to be here. I missed you.”

You raised your head slightly, and smirked at him. “I’m sure with all your adventures you barely had time to miss me.”

He huffed. He pecked you on the nose. He seemed to get closer to your lips, but looked at you dubiously, so you got closer to him and your lips met. When you separated his head rested against the pillow, his eyes closed and a content sigh leaving his mouth. You bite your lip, seeing him so relaxed. You start peppering kissed around his face, making him giggle at your affection display. “I missed you every day since you left. I thought of how you always made me feel safe. Of how you always had an answer to all of my questions. I’ve always considered you the smartest out of both of us, Y/N. Every time we were in danger I thought of how you’d probably find a way to get us out of trouble. The first time I had a... vision, or the first time I got into Summer’s head, I wanted to go and tell you. You were the first person I wanted to tell. And then I realised you weren’t there... it made me so sad.”

You pursed your lips, overwhelmed with emotions, trying to hold your tears. So many years apart, you had barely forgotten what it was like to have Bran by your side. The feeling of wholeness and happiness it gave you. You kissed him again, desperate for the contact you had been missing while he was away. “So... should I worry about some wildling girl you met on your trip beyond the Wall?”

His eyes widened, but he relaxed when he saw your teasing grin. “I’ve just told you how much I missed you and that’s all you have to say?” You giggled and pinched him on the cheeks, knowing how much it annoyed him being treated like a child.

“You’re avoiding the question, Bran.”

“Of course I haven’t. I had no time for that. And even if I had, I’ve only ever loved you.”

You nodded, although you had guessed so. None of you had been able to rest while you were away from each other.

“I love you too Bran. I was so scared, thinking you might have died... I got terrible nightmares almost every night since you went away.”

He cooed at you, trying to keep your tears at bay. “It doesn’t matter; we are together now, like we always planned. It doesn’t matter what happens, we always find each other.”

You hummed. You rested in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. His hand run through your hair, and soon you noticed his shaking hands and his unstable breathing. “Hey, are you okay, Bran? What’s wrong?”

“I’m just... scared. What I’ve seen. What is coming our way. I wish we could be together during more peaceful times.

You shift on the bed, moving aside so you are the one lying on your back. You pat on your chest, and he does rest his head upon your chest. You surround him with your arms, like you used to do when you were children, and hold him tight against yourself, hoping that after so many years it still had the same calming effect.

“You just said it, Bran. It doesn’t matter. We stay together Bran. Like we always do.”

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oh-beyond · 7 years

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It’s also your birthday! - Drabble

It was this guy that you saw getting coffee.

For @xiubaek13 on her birthday, part of the Birthday surprise series>>>

Surprise #2

Xiumin x reader

Fluff

Masterlist

“He’s there, look at him, oh my god, he’s there again, three days in a row.” you whispered to your friend.

By now you memorised his favourite drink. Iced Americano.

You watched how he unwrapped the straw and how attractively he placed it on his lips and even how he sucked.

You watched him.

You liked him.

“He really is handsome. Go talk to him ___.” suggested your friend.

“Ah no, I can’t. Me approaching a guy? Out of the blue?”

“Better than stalk him and droll over him every time we see him, no?”

“Stop it! I am not going. Besides if he stares at me straight I’d faint.”

“Yeah probably... he is amazing.”

“Yeah, have you seen his eyes? His eyes... Oh my god his eyes, they p-”

“Yes yes, they pull at the sides and he looks like a kitten, yes. I’ve heard it so many times.”

You sighed, he was just out of this world. You had this feeling of just wanting to poke his cheek to see if he was real and not an illusion.

He was about to leave the coffee shop when he dropped his wallet. Your friend elbowed you and wriggled an eyebrow. You ran to get it before the couple that were next to it picked it up. You weren’t going to waste this chance.

“I got it! Thanks I- I know him. Thanks.”

They looked at you a bit awkwarded out. It seemed as if your life depended on this wallet.

It did actually. That is what you thought when you saw the wallet, the only way you could approach him justifiably.

“So, OK after that scene. You better go and give it to him. Start a talk.”

“Yes... ahmmm. Yes I am going. Yes. Yes I am going. I am going. I am not going I can’t do it.”

“Well you have to because he is getting away.”

“I can’t.”

“Oh for fucks sake, give it to me.”

You friend snatched the wallet out of your hands and ran after this mysterious guy.

“Excuse me! Sorry- Sir!”

He turned around and goddamn. He was impressive, it gave her the weak knees herself.

He pointed at himself in question whether she was calling after him or not.

“Yes, hi!”

He didn’t reply just raised his eyebrows confused.

“Sir, you dropped your wallet, at the coffee shop, here it is.”

He looked at her hand wondering how exactly... he was confused and went to feel his back pocket.

“Ammm do you speak English? It is you wallet. You just dropped it.”

“Yes mine!”

Your friend giggled.

“Yes I speak. Thanks so much!”

“You are welcome.”

He took the wallet and bowed smiling back at her.

“Ammm, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?!” he asked confused almost snorting.

“Do you?”

“Are you hitting on me?”

“Well, no I am not. My friend- answer me first.”

“I do not have a girlfriend”

“Boyfriend?”

Now he definitely snorted “you people are something else.”

“What do you mean by you people?”

“I- well I am not used- what is the point of all this?”

“OK, so” she began “you see my friend over there” she pointed at you.

“Yes?”

“She has a crush on you. And her birthday is tomorrow. And if you have nothing better to do and if you wanna get to know the best girl you’ll ever know...”

He looked at you and tilted his head, but now you were looking around to see if this was really happening.

Your point of view

‘What is taking her so long? What are they talking about? Why are they looking at me? What the fuck are you doing? Bring your ass back here or I will kill you’

Your friend took his phone and typed something on it.

What the actual fuck was happening?

But then your phone rang... your friend coming back with a proud grin, and he... he had his phone on his ear.

You looked at your phone and it was an unknown number, +82 international phone code in the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hi there. I was wondering if you could come out and maybe talk to me? Face to face.”

You placed your hand over the speaker “I will kill you” you whisper-shouted at your friend that was back.

“Go talk to him. Oh my god he smells so good and his eyes are more beutiful up close”

“OK” you replied giving your friend a death glare.

“Hi” you greeted awkwardly waving at him.

“I smell nice and my eyes are more beautiful up close? Is that so?”

“I- I didn’t say that it was my friend.”

“Oh” he closed his eyes faking being shot on his chest “I am hurt. You don’t think I smell good or my eyes are beautiful?”

“No no no, they are... they are insanely beautiful, and you smell really good actually.”

Oh but that didn’t just come out loud. Did it? Face-palm.

“Thank you!”

By now you covered your face with both hands wanting the ground to swallow you whole.

“Your eyes are just as beautiful” he admitted.

You looked at him and his smile made your heart pound aggressively on your ribcage.

“My name is Minseok. And I would love to take you out tomorrow. If you aren’t busy.”

“I am not!”

But then you remembered your birthday.

“That is awesome. See you tomorrow then. I can come collect you. I will text you tonight.”

What did just happen?

Minseok: Hi there pretty girl.

You: Hi Minseok.

Minseok: I can’t believe we are texting. I should thank your friend.

You: Sorry if she came in to you too directly. She is just like that.

Minseok: I like it. She just hooked me up with a girl like you. It’s the best to be direct. When you aren’t you miss a lot of chances in life.

You: I feel awkward tho, what will you be thinking of me?

Minseok: I think you like me.

You: 🤦🏻‍♀️

Minseok: I like you too, otherwise I wouldn’t be texting you and asking you out.

You: ...

Minseok: You are so cute

You texted the whole night, he was such a gentleman, cheeky at times. He told you about him being with his friends for a short 6 day holiday. You learned about his favourite colour, his favourite food, his friend’s names, his hobbies, his birthday...

I would of been too lame to tell him your own birthday was going to be the following day. You thought it be compulsive for him to get you a present. If he didn’t he’d look like an asshole, and if he did it would be awkward.

*****

“It’s your birthday and you have a date with hot Korean boy Minseok Kim... girl! This is your year!”

“I have to thank you. You know I love you.”

“Happy birthday my dear friend. Now go go go. He’s waiting downstairs.”

You gave your friend a kiss and went downstairs. You looked at your reflexion in the mirror fixing your wine coloured chiffon blouse checking if your lipstick was perfect. You blew a kiss at yourself and went to meet Minseok.

He was leaning on a fancy black car wearing a black turtle neck sweater. His hair brushed back... he was unreal. He was holding a simple white roses bouquet ... He was too much.

“Hi. Wow. I- this colour really suits you. I’m- wow.”

“Same. You look really...”

“Really?”

“Really.” you admitted.

He came closer offering you the bouquet tilting his head placing a soft kiss on your cheek “you smell really good.”

This was the luckiest day of your life.

He opened the passenger’s door for and smiled “let’s get going.”

You sat down and watched him fasten his seatbelt. Dear god his profile, his profile was inhuman.

“I can’t really drive if you watch me like that ___, you are making me nervous.”

“Oh... oh sorry.” You cleared your throat and looked straight.

He chuckled and shook his head “so so cute. I can’t believe this.”

“So where are we going?”

“I will take you to a birthday party. It’s my friend Yixing’s birthday and we have a party set up for him at the club. We actually planned this trip for all of us to meet up and celebrating it. Is that ok with you?”

“Oh a birthday! Yeah I don’t mind. I’d love to meet your friends actually.”

“And I’d love them so see me coming with a girl like you. Thank you.”

When you arrived he offered his arm to hook yours, you made your way through the club finding over 20 people a the big table. There were 2 boys being extra whiny and loud and it intimidated you making you stop walking.

“It’s ok. it’s just JD and Baek. Don’t worry I got you.” His warm breath hitting your neck as he whispered on your ear. “You look amazing and... I can’t be happier.”

You smiled and kept walking.

“Hi guys!”

“Hyung!!!!!”

“This is ___.”

“Hi” you waved shyly almost using Minseok’s back as a shield.

“Hyung! Is she your girlfriend?”

“Guys come on!”

A soft looking man approached you and offered his hand for a handshake.

“Hi! Thanks for coming. I’m Yixing.”

“Happy birthday Yixing.”

“Come on guys it’s time for the cake!” a taller guy with big ears announced bringing a cake and candles.

“Can you excuse me for a moment?”

“But Mins-”

“Just one second.”

You watched him disappearing leaving you in the middle of this circus. The loud guys bringing you closer talking faster than you’ve ever heard anyone talk in your life.

The lights turned off and they all started singing happy birthday in Korean and then in Chinese, but... where was Minseok?

Yixing blew on the candles and then everyone started clapping the lights turning back on for a spilt second before turning off again, Minseok appearing with a smaller cake walking towards you.

“Wh-”

“Happy birthday ___.”

“How-”

“Now make a wish before blowing the candle.”

At this point everyone was cheering. You smiled and you blew the candle, another round of clapping was heard.

“What did you wish for?” everyone asked.

“I- I don’t know what to say.”

Minseok placed the cake on the table pulling your hands bringing you closer to him “I know you should be the one wishing but I wished something for myself, and I think it’s going to happen. About right now.”

Your eyes were big as orbs and nothing was sinking in. He leaned closer and planted a kiss on your lips, soft and sweet, his lips moulding perfectly over yours.

“Happy birthday!

___________________________

A/N: Happy birthday @xiubaek13 to the sweetest of them all! A lil something for you.

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DIVE Part 4

It’s Monday! You know what that means, Lovebugs!

Time for a DIVE update!

This one is so angsty...#SorryNotSorry

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I stood in front of the door, feeling like I forgot how hands worked. I had been standing here for 10 minutes, and still hadn't knocked on Seth's door.

How could he think what he did was justifiable? There is no way. I began to walk away from the door, when I saw Sami coming out of his room.

"Ella! How've you been? Good?" Sami asked happily.

I smiled hugging him, "Yes! I've missed you though, how are things?"

"You know, ever changing, but always good." Sami's eyes drifted to my bump. "Are congratulations in order?"

I nodded, "Well then congrats, Ella! This is a surprise, but baby's are blessings after all."

I heard the click of the door behind me open. I turned to see Seth step half of his body into the hallway and keep his eyes locked on Sami and I.

"Sami, I don't wanna keep you..." I murmured.

He glanced over my shoulder, and made the connection. "Of course, Of course! Have a good night--see you soon!"

Sami headed for the elevator as I spun around. "Hey, Els."

I smiled softly, the universe was really testing me tonight..."Hey, let's go inside, I don't want to wake anyone up."

He nodded and moved to the side, giving me space to walk in. I instantly walked to his bed and sat down, leaning against his pillows.

"Feeling okay?" Seth asked genuinely.

I rubbed my legs, "I'm just so tired, and the travel isn't helping the swelling. Everything hurts and I'm blowing up like a fucking balloon."

He let out a soft chuckle, "Please, you look beautiful. But I am sorry you're in pain, anything I can do?"

I shook my head, "Nah, It will go away once I get a good night's sleep." I leaned my head back closing my eyes momentarily.

"Well that's good. Did you like your flowers?" Seth asked almost sounding nervous. "Of course I did, you know white tulips are my favorite." The fact that he remembered it actually shocked me a little bit.

He smiled ear to ear, sitting down in front of me on the bed. "I'm glad I didn't forget that one...I take it you read the note?"

I opened my eyes, and picked my head up off the pillow. "I did." I scooted forward, adjusting the pillows so they were supporting my back. "I'm a little offended that you think you have a right to justify--"

"I'm not trying to justify it. I cheated on you, and no matter what I say or do I can never take that back. I wish I could, Ella, every fucking day." He spoke like he was frustrated with himself, but I could see the sadness on his face.

I crossed my arms as best I could, "Why am I here then? Why did you write that note?"

He sighed, "I don't know, Els. I just wanted to tell you why I did what I did. I need to get it off my chest and maybe it will ease your mind a little too, I know that sounds bad, but I don't know how else to word it."

I rolled my eyes, "Well go ahead then, you have my attention." I folded my hands over my stomach and rested them there.

He rubbed his palms together. "Okay I just wanna start off by saying despite what it may have looked like, I didn't enjoy what I was doing."

I internally groaned, I promised myself I'd let him finish. "The bitch you saw me with was Marissa Malone from that stupid trash site, WrestleWrecks or something."

I nodded, before connecting some of the dots in my memory. I couldn't stop the look of disgust from creeping its way onto my face, "Oh my God, Seth...she's the cunt that leaked Paige's sex tapes! All those photos! How coul--"

He put his hand up, "Please Els, just--please." He continued, "Well for months she would show up to every show, every live event, and just watch you. She'd watch you, me, and anyone she thought had a skeleton or two in their closet."

I scoffed, "And you thought you could solve that by putting your dick inside her?"

Seth sighed, "Please let me finish?"

My emotions were getting the better of me, and I was regretting coming here. I don't know how much more of this story I can take.

"It was one Monday, after Raw. You had left with Nia 'cause she was new and didn't want to drive alone. I was waiting in the lot for Dean to come out when Marissa walked up to me."

Seth began to recount that night to me from his point of view...

---

"Hey Seth...beautiful night, isn't it?" Marissa was dressed in a tight black dress that barely went to the middle of her thigh.

Seth sighed, "Was about 30 seconds ago...what do you want?"

"Seth, I don't know why you're so frustrated, not getting any lately? Is that why Ella sped off so quickly without you?"

She held a tape recorder against her breasts, Seth bent his head down to it, "Uhhh no...fuck off."

Seth moved to walk away, but she called after him, "I'm not so sure Ella would be happy knowing you personally gave me these photos and videos for the website..."

Seth turned around to her, anger spreading across his face, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Marissa slid her perfectly manicured finger across the screen of her phone. Seth's eyes were greeted with photos of Ella. Naked photos. She scrolled more, and pressed play on one of the videos that popped up. It was Ella giving Seth some head, then there was the lap dance she gave him, along with more nudes.

"How the fuck did you get those..." Seth damn near growled. He knew since Paige's iCloud was hacked, Ella felt uncomfortable with them being on there so she deleted them. The only evidence of those were on Seth's personal phone.

A pure evil smile spread across her overly-made up face. "How did I get them? Why you sent them to me, from your very own phone...see?" She turned her phone to show him the sender and it indeed was his number at the top of the screen.

With trembling hands, Seth pulled out his phone and saw that he had a thread of sent photos and videos to what he assumed was Marissa's number.

"You did this didn't you? What, did you fucking steal my phone from the locker room? Did you pay someone to do it?" Seth was shaking with anger.

She laughed sarcastically, "Sethy now come on, you know I can't tell you that! But just some advice? I'd start making sure your locker was locked from now on..." She finished with a wink.

"You can go fuck yourself..." He sneered. "You know I'll sue you right? I'll make sure you're fucking destroyed."

She laughed, "Seth do you know how many lawsuits people have tried to put against me? Guess how many I've lost?" Marissa held up a '0' with her fingers.

Seth groaned, "What do you want? How the fuck can I make this go away."

"Oh Sethy, this is too good to get rid of I'm afraid. I just wanted you to be the first to know what was coming. I would have told Ella myself but she left so quickly."

Seth took another step towards her, "You leave her alone."

"I will! I don't need her anyways, I have what I need. My followers are going to go nuts..." Marissa began to walk away, strutting towards the car.

"Please." He begged, "I'll do anything, anything to keep you from doing this to her."

She froze in her tracks, "Anything?" she questioned. Seth nodded as she walked back to him. Marissa through her hand on his shoulder and ran it down his chest, playing with the zipper on his jacket.

She rolled her red-painted lips together before she spoke, "I know just the thing."

---

As Seth spoke, I felt like I was going to throw up. How could a person be so vile and so cruel?

"Basically she told me if I slept with her, she would delete the messages and any backups that she had. I did it at our home so I could make sure I would have control over the environment and that there wouldn't be any planted cameras or some shit like that. She was supposed to show up right after you left that morning, but of course she was late. Part of me thinks that was on purpose too, I don't know."

I squeezed my eyes through the stinging tears. "I-I don't know what to say..." I sobbed.

Seth's eyes softened at the sight of my tears, "Oh, baby please don't cry. You don't need to say anything."

Baby. I didn't even object when I heard it. It was so comforting. Seth moved up next to me and held me as I cried. "Ella I'm sorry, I really was just trying to protect you. I didn't think it through--all I wanted was to stop her from destroying your life and your career."

I was shaking, and sobbing into my hands. The poor baby must be so scared inside me. "I just did what she wanted and I went through her phone and checked iCloud upload history--every trace had been deleted. That's all I wanted."

"I want to say thank you, but--"

He stroked my hair, "I know, I know." Seth gently pushed me back, "I'm sorry I did it, and I'm even more sorry you saw it, but I would do anything to keep you safe. I didn't know what else to do, Ella. I really didn't enjoy it. I couldn't even cum, hell it took me 20 minutes to get hard cause I felt so guilty. Not to mention she looks like a fucking troll."

I let out a small laugh as I wiped my eyes. "I just needed to tell you that, Els. Thank you for listening." He wiped a tear off my cheeks and rubbed my stomach.

Seth leaned down towards the bump and whispered something I couldn't make out. He gave small kissed to my stomach that cause the baby to start kicking.

I craned my neck and kissed the top of Seth's head. He sprung up as I moved back. "What was that for, Els?"

I shrugged and let out a yawn, "I don't really know to be honest. I just felt like it." I hopped off the bed and stretched before looking at myself in the mirror on the wall. "I need to get some sleep. All of this wore me out today."

Seth shot off the bed and grabbed my hands in his. "You could stay in here? Ya know if you-if you want."

I hesitated for a moment, "Seth..."

"Look, I'll sleep in the chair, I just...I wanna be near you guys. I missed so much of your pregnancy already I just want to spend some time with you while the baby is still in there."

I nodded, "Okay, that's fair. I'll stay in here tonight."

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, "and no, you don't have to sleep in the chair." I smiled softly.

---

After Seth helped me grab my things from my room, I threw on my long night shirt, put my hair up in a bun, and brushed my teeth.

I flipped the switch in the bathroom off and walked out to see Seth laying on the bed. Shirtless. In his boxers.

Damn...

"See something you like?" Seth asked with a wink. I swallowed hard, shocked at the feeling I was feeling. "No..." I lied hopelessly. "I'm just--listen there's a lot of hormones running through this." I joked, gesturing to my whole body.

Seth laughed and lifted the covers for me, "Come on, crazy...you need some sleep."

I went over and flopped into the soft bed, instinctively on both our parts, Seth's warm arms enveloped me as I laid my head on his hot chest.

He lifted his arms, "Sorry..."

"No," I spoke quickly, "I haven't been held in a long time, I guess with you and I in the same bed instinct just kicked in."

I scooted away, but Seth held me still. "Would you mind if I held you?"

I blinked, and shook my head. "Not at all actually." He smiled pulling me into his embrace once more. Seth kissed the top of my head, and soon out breathing was in sync.

"Night, beautiful." Seth whispered softly.

I sighed in contentment, not knowing what this meant or why I was so happy. "Goodnight, Seth."

A moment of silence passed before we spoke together, "Night, little one..." I looked up at Seth as he looked down at me. We both let out a chuckle as he rubbed my back.

Soon after I was asleep; and it was the most comfortable, deep sleep I've had in months.

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