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seijorhi · 1 year

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Rhi oh my gosh, Aftershock was just incredible

I love Kyoutani so so much and you always write him so well

His reaction to the reader telling him its his fault?? And his panicked reaction in getting to the hospital?? It's all so in character

I know you just released the fic, but I have many many questions already 👀👀

Did he leave to cool off for a bit or to find out who hurt the reader?? Were any of the Seijoh boys actually waiting outside the building in case she tried to leave??

I know the Seijoh boys view the reader as a collar for Kyoutani, someone to calm him down - that being said, would they even let her leave??

Thank you so much for always writing such amazing fics, and thank you for posting right after Christmas, it feels like a Christmas present <33

Back to Kyoutani though, his reaction of leaving rather than lashing out at the reader is also just so great, he shows restraint with her that he shows no one else, which I think pretty much sums up his entire character within this fic

With the reader's words though, was she hoping to get him to lash out, to hurt her or get him to kick her out??

Anyway, that's all the thoughts I have so far, I might be back later to ramble on a bit more

I loved the fic Rhi, have a wonderful day :))

<33 thank you bby!!

Kyoutani initially stormed off so that he wouldn’t hurt the reader (in an earlier version I had of this fic, he broke the reader’s ankle to keep her in the apartment while he was gone) but then once he was out he figured he might as well vent thay frustration elsewhere – which is why he came home smelling faintly of blood.

In another version, I had the reader trying to escape only to come into contact with iwa – but I feel like kyoutani wouldn’t be the type to actually ask for help. He can keep you in the apartment, and if you do get the balls to leave, he’ll be just fine tracking you down and dragging you back himself. I will say that in the aftermath of all this, things are going to change. She can say goodbye to any semblance of freedom (and her apartment) Mad Dog won’t be letting her out of his sight any time soon.

But yes, Oikawa and Iwa in particular would have somewhat of a vested interest in keeping the reader around.

As far as her own motives for pushing him, it’s partially because she’s at her breaking point and simply can’t stop herself, partially because she wants him to feel a fraction of her own pain and I think in some way, yeah she almost wants him to hurt her. Because if he does lash out, if he does give into those violent impulses and attacks her then he won’t be able to hide behind the guise of being good for her. She’s an absolute mess at this point and not thinking clearly

Ahh but thank you once again for the ask bby!! I am coming to smooch you a belated merry Christmas 💕

#rhi answers #fic asks #aftershock #artemis32

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terushimooo · 2 years

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YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE

Cult Leader!Ikkei x F!Reader and Cop!Daichi x F!Reader

T/w: incest, noncon, huge age gap (20′s vs 60′s), omegaverse, werewolf, yandere, implied abduction/captivity, forced marking/bonding, unprotected sex, breeding/pregnancy kink

W/c: 1.7k

A/n: FOR THE ONE AND ONLY @seijorhi (the scariest of us all)!!!!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! I KNOW I'M THE LAST ONE TO POST (BY WEEKS) BUT I TRIED I SWEAR!!!! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY AND THAT YOU HAVE AN EVEN BETTER YEAR!! I LOVE YOU (AND THE WIVES) MORE THAN WORDS COULD EVER DESCRIBE!!!!! And on that note…

Update: This was totally an April fools joke. I love you Rhi, Please unblock me :’). (If I forgot any warnings please let me know!!)

Daichi loves you more than anything, so when you text him in a fit of desperation—begging for your big brother to save you once again—how could he possibly say no?

Your brother is strong.

Your brother is reliable.

He’s trustworthy, caring, and the most loving person you've ever met. Time and again, he’s shown that he’s a natural born leader—that he’s a protector—both to your family, to the community, and to you.

Your brother was your idol.

You would’ve even gone as far as to label him your first love; in a childish sense of the word, anyway. In your youth, you would tell anyone who would listen about how much you loved your brother, more than life itself.

And you meant it.

But as you got older, there was something not quite right with the way brown eyes traveled along the expanse of your skin, with the way they noticeably lingered at the base of your neck.

There was something off about the way he’d creep into your room when he thought you were sleeping… Something wrong with the way he’d slide under your blankets—bare chest pressed against your back, wet mouth exploring the taste of your skin.

His praise kept you complacent. His touch kept you safe.

You believed that.

Truly.

But your parents had different ideas.

To be the next leader, they claimed, Daichi needed someone more than you, someone stronger, better.

“It's because of his nature”, they’d say. “It’s because of your conflicting dynamics.” But you knew it wasn’t like that. Not really.

It was always something different… something more.

Alphas, omegas, their need to conform, their need to dominate—your parents pretend they sent you away to keep you safe. But you know better than that. It’s just a lie constructed to keep you from loving your brother the way that you should. The way that’s normal…

The way that’s right.

Your brother’s not like the other alphas.

He’s not looking for the strongest mate, and he’d never discriminate against the weak either.

You know that for a fact.

After all, what alpha intent on forcing submission would sink to his knees and bow his head—to you—to an omega? What alpha would wrap his hands around your limbs in a move not to control you, but to bandage your wounds, to press gentle kisses over your carefully wrapped injuries? What alpha would give his precious time to someone so low on the pecking order that they can’t even shift?

You’ve always known the safety of your brother's love, of his kind and gentle touches. So when you experience another, when a man calling himself alpha—calling himself your alpha—lays claim to your body, when he strips your soul of its protective casing—you know you've made a mistake. You know naivety has won out against logic, against the teachings drilled into you since birth.

You never should’ve left the safety of your commune, of your childhood home, but most importantly, you never should’ve left your brother.

The roads back are different than you remember.

The forests you used to play in are long gone, filled instead with the golden stems left from a seemingly successful harvest. And in place of the once green, open fields of grass—the land lays bare, covered in mud and looming construction.

It’s a stark contrast. A painful reminder that you no longer belong here; that this isn’t the home you love and remember… Not anymore.

As you continue to drive down the forgotten and unpaved trails, you can’t help but wonder; were the mountains you used to call comforting—the walls that sheltered and protected you well into your adolescence—were they always this… intimidating?

Or is it just you?

Is it you who’s taken on the role of the villain, turning the innocent into the vile and corrupt?

You can’t help but think it's the latter.

Dirty.

Filthy.

Unworthy.

Useless—a grown adult, running back with her tail between her legs, into the arms of her big brother.

Even the sky, clouded over in a dark collage of gray, seems to echo its anger at your return.

Maybe it’s the tears pooling in your eyes, or maybe it’s just the natural passage of time—either way, if not for the echoing voice of your brother directing your every action, you’d surely be forsaken.

—————-

When you pull up to your brother’s home, a cabin hidden deep within the last remaining stretch of forest, you can't help but wince at the figure seated on the porch, cigarette hanging loosely from his wrinkling lips.

You watch as he stands to greet you, firm hands wrapping around the banister, eyes piercing through the windshield of your car. The motion of his hand forces you to step outside, to face the consequences of your actions—the consequences of your absence.

You don’t even have the time to take in the slam of your door, let alone the sounds of nature. The grey-haired man beckons you over in an instant, elderly voice ringing out over the surroundings.

“Long time no see,” he taunts, a wicked grin plastered across his aging features. “You miss me?”

“Y-yeah. Of course, sir.” You answer back, hesitance obvious in your actions, in the bow of your back, in your cautious step forward.

You know better than to make enemies of the man in front of you, of the commune’s leader, your brother's mentor, Ikkei Ukai.

“Where-where’s Daichi?” You ask. “Where’s my brother?”

Ikkei just scoffs before raising his hand dismissively. “He went out on a last minute call—don’t ask me what, something about a rowdy group of alphas. Aside from that, don’t know, don’t care.” You watch as Ikkei spits his cigarette onto the wooden planks before snuffing it out beneath the sole of his sandal. “Why don’t you go inside, get settled into your old room while I bring in your bags, okay?”

You nod in agreement, not that it matters though. Ikkei’s already moving toward the car before you can even acknowledge his words.

Part of you is surprised when you creek open the door to your past life. Your room is exactly how you left it, upkept and spotless—as if you’d never really left. Even the sense of foreboding, the looming patriarchal figure constantly following your every action, that seems to have stuck around as well.

Sitting on your bed feels surreal. You can’t help but notice the strong, deep, and woodsy scent permeating the room's constitution. You suppose it only makes sense, this is his house after all. Even so, part of you likes to imagine that your brother spends a great deal here, that he misses you as much as you’ve missed him.

Closing your eyes, you can almost imagine your reunion. The shared warmth, the shedding of tears, the gentle caresses—but all of that seems so far off with Ikkei’s presence ever bearing and unignorable in the doorway.

While you mourn at the loss of your brother’s presence, Ikkei can’t help but bask in the fortune the day has brought.

Sweet little omega, he can’t help but think, can he even call you that? You’re so helpless. So vulnerable. So alone.

Ikkei remembers watching you play throughout your youth; always the runt, always the weakest, always picked last. It can't be helped, he knows that. Everyone knows that.

Still, seeing is believing. And seeing you here, all grown up… well it has Ikkei believing in something more. It has him seeing your potential, not as a shiftless, rankless member—but as a wife, as a mother, as the brood mare (for a lack of a better term) of the commune.

It’s what has Ikkei entering your den, posture rigid and stiff—like the cock tenting beneath his worn down sweats.

The fear and disgust in your eyes only has him hardening more, eager to finally take what’s rightfully his—what’s been denied to him for so many years. Sending you away was never his choice, you have to know that, you have to understand.

Ikkei only hopes his message will get across through the hands that roughly grope the plush of your hips, the tongue that runs along the throbbing glands in your throat, the teeth that sink themselves deep within the junction of your neck.

Your screams don’t come off the way you want them too, the way you need them to. Instead, Ikkei takes them as your sign of approval. It’s how things with his past wife worked, so why would it not be the same with you?

It doesn’t matter if you want this.

It doesn’t matter if you reject his mark—you clearly don’t understand. Now that he has you, now that he’s got you pinned beneath his hulking figure, pants down and underwear pushed to the side—he’ll mark you as many times as it takes.

You’ll learn to be complacent.

He knows it.

It’s what he tells himself as he forces himself inside, the dry walls of your cunt tearing at the rough intrusion.

It’s been so long since he’s had anyone as perfect as you, someone so young. Ikkei knows he can’t last. He knows you can feel it too.

The sob that wretches itself from your chest is the last straw before ikkei finds himself spilling deep inside your cunt, cock throbbing and pulsing against the ring of your cervix.

God, he hopes that it takes.

He hopes that you’ll be filled with his pups sooner rather than later.

Sweat drips from his face and onto yours, mixing with your tears in a beautiful image of passion. The blood spilling from the inflamed wound on your neck only makes the older alpha swell with pride.

Ikkei knows that the others will talk, that they’ll disapprove of his taking of a mate—especially at his age. But, he’s the commune leader. No one would really dare go against his word. Not after he’s kept everyone safe for so many years.

Even if they do, it’s as the youth these days say, YOLO—you only live once.

————

LMMAAOOOOO

BAHAHHAHAHA

RHIII

HAHAHHAHAH

IM CRYING

I HAD YOU IN THE FIRST HALF DIDN’T I!!! BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

Okay okay okay okay okay, but no, for real, I AM gonna write you a real cop daichi fic—WITHOUT THE ELDERLY—but that day, that day is not today. :ehe:

I AM SO SORRY TO ANY OTHER POOR SOUL WHO READ THIS AND EXPECTED A DAICHI FIC. I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES IN APOLOGY!!! Please, I just, I just really, really needed to get Rhi. <3

Anyway, HAPPY APRIL FOOLS TO YOU ALL!!!

(I will update and correct these tags after rhi reads this, I swear)

#yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu #ikkei x reader #Daichi x reader #haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #happy April fools everyonnneee #if you saw the original without the geriatric warning #I’m so sorry #cursed.lee #lee writes

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spookyboywhump · 3 years

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Alright Andrew. His whumpee. Didn’t think I’d get it finished but here we are

CW: pet whump, dehumanization, starvation, sleep deprivation, “it” as a pronoun, Young whumpee (18)

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Rae gripped the edge of the table he was sitting on, blinking tiredly as he looked around the examination room. He felt as though he were swaying, as though the room were tilting, and he focused all his energy into staying upright. He looked up when a man entered the room, he assumed this was the doctor his owner had told him about, he seemed pretty upset about having to bring him. Rae would have to make up for that later, he realized.

“Alright- your owner didn’t actually tell me what’s wrong,” He started, “So I was hoping you could tell me.”

“I Uh, I passed out…” He murmured, reaching up and rubbing his eyes. “I think I hit my head…”

“You did.” The man said bluntly, and he reached his hand up, realizing there was blood dried on his forehead. He winced as another pang of hunger hit him, wrapping his arms around his middle and doubling over. The doctor sighed, as though he already knew the issue. “When was the last time you ate?” He asked, and Rae whimpered.

“Um… I don’t… know…” He said softly.

“And the last time you slept?”

“When I passed out-“

“Before that.” He sighed again.

“It was… a day ago maybe…?” He really didn’t know, his days often blurred together. His face was heating up, he didn’t know why he felt so embarrassed over this. It was only what his owner wanted, and what Mr. Harfield wanted was more important than anything else. At least, he was pretty sure that was the case.

He sat there and tiredly watched the man, trying not to fall asleep again. Apparently the only real injury was to his head, and he thought that maybe coming all the way here was an overreaction on his owner’s part. At the same time though, it did make him happy to know he cared enough to do this. He stayed as still as he could when his hair was pushed back, the man cleaning the blood off his face for him.

“The only thing really wrong is that your owner needs to take better care of you.” He said, and Rae frowned, leaning away.

“He- he takes good care of me, sir, I promise…” He murmured. “He brought me here, be-because he’s worried, and wants- he wants me to be okay…”

“I’m sure he does.” He said, not sounding sure at all. He asked Rae to stay still while he finished checking him over, shining a light in his eyes and asking him questions that he couldn’t quite make sense of. By the end of it he just wanted to go home, even more withdrawn than he was when Mr. Harfield had brought him in. The man was giving him an odd look, as though trying to figure something out, before asking, “I just need to know- how old are you?”

“Twenty.” He blurted out, the question catching him off guard. He wondered if this was a test from his owner, he’d been told time and time again, “If anybody asks, you’re twenty years old”. He didn’t understand what it mattered, but the doctor didn’t seem satisfied with his answer, something that made him nervous. “I’m twenty years old…”

“No you’re not.” He said, even further confusing Rae. He couldn’t think clearly enough for this, anxiously glancing around the room. He didn’t know if insisting he was would get him in trouble for lying, but he also didn’t know if Mr. Harfield would punish him for telling the truth. The man seemed to guess what he was worried about, because he said, “You’re allowed to tell me the truth. He doesn’t have to know.”

“...Promise…?”

“I promise.”

“I-I… um, I’m eighteen…” He murmured, immediately freezing up when he saw a flash of anger across the man’s face. It passed quickly though, and he watched him push his glasses up, punching the bridge of his nose.

“Of course you are. Okay- stay here, I’m going to go speak to your owner-“

“Wait!” He cried, his eyes wide. He practically fell off the table, falling to his knees in front of him, the man quickly stepping back. “No, no y-you- you promised, please, d-don’t tell him, I-“

“Hey, hey calm down,” He said, kneeling down with him, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, though Rae flinched away at the initial movement, “I’m not going to tell him what you said, I told you, I promised.” He said. “I just need to talk to him about your condition- you’re not in trouble, I swear.” He told him, and Rae took a shaky deep breath, trying to calm down.

“O-okay- okay, right, I’m, I’m not in trouble…”

“You’re not, you’ve been nothing but good for me. Just wait here.” He told him, getting to his feet, and Rae watched him leave from his spot on the floor, struggling to calm down after the initial panic. He was fine, he wasn’t in trouble, he was good. He hoped the man meant it.

***

He couldn’t send the boy back with that man. Not right away, he didn’t trust him to give him the treatment he needed, if he could just get his strength up he may feel more comfortable sending him back, but for now, he didn’t.

The blood dried on his forehead wasn’t the only injury he had, there were bandages around one of his arms and fresh and faded bruises on his face, his neck, and likely more of him. He was pale, he was clearly thin and underweight, and the dark circles under his eyes were nearly indistinguishable from bruises. He couldn’t save him, but he could at least let him rest, even if only for a night.

His owner hadn’t seemed too concerned when he brought him in, even now he just looked irritated as he fidgeted with his phone, waiting for an update. He looked up when Andrew came into the room, his eyebrows raised.

“Is it okay?” He asked.

“He needs to stay overnight.” He told him, unphased by the blatant dehumanization of the kid. “I just need to observe him a little while longer, is that okay?” He hated having to ask for permission from any of these people, but he knew he didn’t have a choice.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He sighed, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ll come get it in the morning, we’ll discuss payment then.” He said, getting to his feet. “Let me know if it gives you any trouble, I’ll handle it.”

“Right.” He said, glad to get him out of there so quickly. He waited until the man had left before returning to Rae, who was still kneeling on the floor. He felt bad for not telling him he could get up before he’d left. “Alright kid, you’re going to stay here for tonight, just so I can make sure you’re alright.” He told him, and Rae nodded slowly.

“W-where is- Uh, Mr. Harfield…?”

“He’s left already. He knows you’re doing alright, and he’ll be back in the morning. If you’ll come with me, you can stay in a somewhat more comfortable room for the night.” He told him, and the boy shakily got to his feet, Andrew quickly grabbed him and kept him steady. Once he got him settled he would get him something to eat and some water, and then let him rest. It wouldn’t fix him completely, but it would at least help.

***

The boy somehow looked even younger when he was asleep, though Andrew thought that he may have been overthinking it. He couldn’t help it though, he looked so sick, and fragile, and though he didn’t look anything like him and his demeanor was so different, he reminded him of another eighteen year old, who spent far too much of his life in a similar situation.

He didn’t actually know what happened to Zander. He didn’t know what happened to Cain, even. What he knew was that he answered to Nicholas Fairfax now, and he didn’t care for that very much. He knew what to do if Cain was still there, he knew that Cain would be outraged to know this kid was here. He would support him, even help him to do something about this, but Nicholas was different, he reminded him of Cain’s father far too much for him to trust his opinion on this. There was certainly a better way to do this, but he knew that no matter what, he had to get this kid out of here.

He’d spent a lot of time thinking it over, almost distracted as he checked on his few other patients, the ones who had lost recent fights. For nearly ten years now he’d kept the specific details of his job from his wife, and he couldn’t imagine her reacting well if he brought in this strange kid, beat up and wearing a collar, and didn’t give an explanation. He could always lie, but he hated lying to her as it was, and he knew how these victims were, Rae would behave too strangely to go without an explanation. He always thought he’d take this to his grave, or at the very least, have a better plan for telling her. He didn’t like the idea of it being so last minute, but he didn’t like the idea of letting Rae go home to that man even more. He thought about his daughter, and if it was anyone other than Rae he may have been more hesitant to do this, but he didn’t believe he would’ve been capable of hurting anybody, much less a child. He’d keep an eye on them, keep them separated, rhis was only a temporary solution after all.

This is ridiculous, you can’t save him, He told himself, getting more anxious the more he thought about the idea. It wasn’t his job to save anybody from this, it was his job to keep them alive. He didn’t have any authority over these people, or their “dogs”. Once again he found himself wishing he could talk to Cain, he’d be able to do something about this, or at least he’d let Andrew do something about it. He wondered if he could get anywhere with Nicholas, but the thought of going through that process right now, he didn’t have the time, he either did something tonight while he was still there, or he let somebody else send the boy home in the morning, after he’d already returned home from being there all night long.

He came back to check on the kid later that night, he was curled up, fast asleep. He wondered how long he could even survive with that man, who was so careless he didn’t even bother to feed him. He remembered thinking about how Zander probably wouldn’t even last a year, and somehow he’d made it at least seven years. Seven years he’d survived, but seven years, maybe more, he’d lost to this place, to this kind of torment. He didn’t know what kind of irreparable damage that could do to somebody, even somebody as strong as Zander was. This kid was no Zander, he was small, timid, he had no fight in him, and when he pictured how this would turn out for him, well, it wasn’t good, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it again, to keep his mouth shut and look the other way and let him spend what could very well be the last years of his life in absolute hell.

Just before he got off his shift in the early hours of the morning, he woke Rae up, helping the disoriented boy out of bed. He was still weak, but he could fix that over time, he was going to fix things this time the way he should have before.

“Come on, kid,” He said gently, unsure if this would even register with him, “I’m going to get you out of here.” At that his eyes widened, and though Andrew prepared for him to struggle or protest, he simply slowly nodded his head, both of them understanding the simple fact he was not going back to his owner.

***

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bigidiotenergy · 3 years

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+rhis drabble+

A big, deep sigh.

He never really thought he’d ever smell the North Carolina air again.

It was different from Chicago’s air. Cleaner. But even the clean air can’t save him from the rotten taste in his mouth. Not only did he think he’d never set foot in North Carolina again, if you had asked him if he’d ever see himself setting foot on his parents’ property again he’d probably give you a hearty laugh. To say nothing’s changed... isn’t an understatement. Same trees where they were growing up. Same grass that’s always cut. Even walking along the pathway that led to the stairs was the same, cracks in the bumpy concrete and all.

It.... none of this felt right. Not him being here, after a decade’s passed. He scratches his beard nervously that the last memory he had here. Being told he was never welcomed back. The last few times he was here weren’t very pleasant, but something about being told to never come back after his sister died just really put the cherry on top of everything.

Approaching the door isn’t easy. He’d barely be able to even knock if it wasn’t for the swing (or two, or.... five?) from his flask back in his truck. Honestly, he’s expecting his father to answer the door and to point a shotgun in his face like this was some prank all along. Moments pass, the wait for that very thing to happen becoming almost unbearable. The entirety of the first time his father pointed a gun at him becoming all-too-clear. Another moment. Still... nothing. He goes to knock again.

It goes from expecting his father, to waiting, to expecting his father again, to waiting, back and forth. The only thing that changes is that at some point he switched from knocking to ringing the doorbell. Nothing. A long sigh. It was getting ridiculous. Why did his mother even call him if she wasn’t going to answer the stupid door? He looks around for a moment. He recalls that his parents always left a spare key to the house in case they ever forgot it somewhere. Really makes you wonder how many people have the key to this house. Then again, no one would even bother to go looking for this huge sack of shit place. He walks himself over to one of the potted plants on the small patio connecting to the front door.

It doesn’t take long for him to find the house key under one of the dying plants. His father always liked planting things. They had a garden at one point, but, he was a shitty farmer as much as a shitty father. He goes to the front door and with a bit of prying of one of the surdier, older locks, he gets the first screen door open. The second one is kind of surprising. It’s a new door. Weird. Lucky for him, this one remained unlocked.

Getting a whiff of his childhood home was... well, to be honest, he didn’t even know what he was feeling. Nostalgia. Anger. Sadness. Like he needed five more flasks for seeing this house after so long. Everything is where it was from the last time he saw it. Same couch, same recliner, same table in the middle of the living room. Maybe if he cared he’d go see the rest of the house to find out what else they changed. He didn’t, though.

“Maw?” he calls, southern drawl now finding its way back to its home. Nothing. Not even the floor creaking from someone moving down a hallway. Where the fuck could his mother be? It’s frustrating being here in the first place, much less being here seemingly alone. He rubs the back of his neck as a way to distract himself as he looks around that the smoke-stained walls and wanders forward. He thinks he remembers a time where these walls weren’t a shit-stained color, but it hasn’t been that way for a long time.

He gets closer to the table. There’s envelopes, magazines, holders for pens and other gadgets. One thing, above the rest, sticks out to him. A piece of notebook paper. His mom’s handwriting. He leans over a bit more to see what it says.

‘Rhis.

Went out. Here’s the number for the funeral home.’

A number right below it. Un. Fucking. Believable.

When his mother went ‘out’, it was usually for days. He was going to be left to set up the entire funeral for his father all by himself.

It was all too familiar.

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“Got th’ number t’the funeral home, eh?”

A younger Rhis turns his head to find his sister in the doorway that led into the kitchen. She had a sympathetic smile on her face as she slowly approached him.

“I’m sorry. I got here as fast as I coul’.” She sets her purse on the countertop where the small note with a number was right beside a landline phone.The phone looked pretty new.

“Yeah, well... I’m surprised yer here in th’ first place. Ain’t you got school or somethin’?”

“Ohhh,” Leah waves her hand in a dismissive gesture, “We’re onna break right now. ‘Sides, wanted t’come see if you were okay ‘n’ if ya needed help. I know PawPaw meant a lot t’ya.”

“Oh, you do?” A huff. “Well, seein’ how I was th’ only one who ever gave’a shit ‘bout ‘im, it ain’t some smart thang that he meant’a lot.”

Leah’s silent, for the most part. She chucks it up to her little brother just grieving that their grandfather just died, but... he seemed a little rough around the edges. Not to mention he was slurring his words slightly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he’s been drinking. “I cared about him,” she insists. “I jus’... never had th’same connection that y’all did.”

“Yeah, no shit. Once Maw and Paw shunned ‘im, you did, too.” So what, he’s had a drink or two? Rhis goddamned needed it. How could you even cope when the one person that loved you died? It was clear he was in pain.

“That’s not true. I’d sneak ‘round t’see ‘im too.”

“Ohhh so brave of you! Really, so daring t’go ‘gainst our parents! Allll for PawPaw.”

A frown. “Rhis. You’re bein’ awful mean. I came here t’support you!”

“Yeah, ‘cause ya support me every other time I ask, righ’?”

“Rhis-” A frustrated sigh. Her hand goes up to scrunch the bridge of her nose in frustration as she turns away from him. Grief does things to people, but enough was enough.

“Y’know, he’s th’ only one who believed what I was doin’.”

“God, Rhis, not this again-”

“Why is it so hard t’believe me when I say I’m doin’ somethin’ good?! That I’m out there, savin’ people, from awful creatures y’can’t even begin t’fuckin’ imagine!”

“This is getting old, Rhis!” She turns to him once more. “S’been old since high school! Y’can’t keep tellin’ me y’fight monsters that aren’t real-”

“THEY ARE REAL!” Rhis would yell. It causes them both to go silent for a few seconds before he eventually sighs. He rubs the arm to his leather jacket and looks away as his older sister looks away as well. “I... I needed you back then, Leah. Not jus’ PawPaw. I needed you.”

“Rhis-”

“No. Lemme finish.” He looks at her again. “We haven’t talked in years, Leah. Ever since ya went off to some fancy college ‘n’ left me here with our parents. I hung out with PawPaw ‘cause Maw ‘n’ Paw can’t even look at me. They look at me ‘n’ see some dumb kid’a theirs who flunked outta high school. But they love you. Their lil’--- golden girl who ain’t ever defied ‘em ‘n’ is gonna be some bigshot teacher. Soooo much better than ‘er mess uvva brother.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “... You’re wrong. They don’t treat me any better than they treat you. They never liked th’ fact I moved away t’some college-”

“I never liked th’ fact ya moved away to some college! You abandoned me! Y’always looked down on me ever since I told you th’ shit I fight-”

“Because I can’t---- I can’t fucking be apart of your delusions! PawPaw was always willin’ to just--- go with th’ flow! It didn’t matter what y’told ‘im! Even if he bought yer story of fightin’ monsters, don’tcha think I deserve t’know what’s really goin’ on?! You’re a drunk! I’ve--- seen you high before! And I--- I jus’--- couldn’ take hearin’ yer stories no more! Yer fallin’ apart and I’m--- I’m afraid ov’ you. I’m afraid y’really do hurt people.”

“I don’t---” A scoff. He couldn’t fucking believe it. She really thought the things he fought were some weird cover-up stories for drugs or him hurting innocent folk.

“You do, Rhis. Y’hurt a lot of people.” When she sees the confusion on his face, she folds the arms over her chest. “Y’hurt me. Y’know, y’threw yer life down th’ drain. I had t’watch you throw yer life away while I couldn’ do nothin’ t’help. Monsters or not, y’dropped outta high school when ya had such a bright future ahead ov’ ya. Y’could’ve actually helped people. Y’could’ve been anythin’ you want. Ya.... still can.” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I help people already. ‘N’ what, yer gonna help people by bein’ some lousy teacher? What ‘ave they ever done t’help anyone, eh? Make a real difference? Yer wastin’ yer life more than I am and yer too blind t’even see it. C’mon, outta our parents’ house ‘n’ ya still can’t even make yer own decisions? College was a way t’get outta this shitty lifestyle! Y’weren’t forced t’go to some Catholic college after high school ‘n’ y’can’t realize that all of this is bullshit! God, church, how Maw and Paw raised us on blind faith, it’s horseshit! Our Maw couldn’ even accept her own father fer not bein’ Catholic so she made sure we woul’ never see ‘im! She ain’ even plannin’ his goddamn funeral! I am!”

“It’s not bullshit. It’s-” she holds back tears. No. She’s not crying. Not for Rhis. “Screw you. Look, you clearly aren’t fit to do this whole thing by yourself.” She reaches over to take the note with the number on it. “So let me-”

His hand goes for her wrist in an instant. She struggles but his grip isn’t getting any looser. She tries. She tries to struggle herself away from him but he’s not letting up. If she wasn’t crying before, she’s crying now because of the pain.

“Rhis! Stop! Please!”

“Why?” he snarls. “‘Cause y’think y’can jus’ make everything better, like y’always do? Or, maybe, if I stop, we don’t gotta tell Maw ‘n’ Paw ‘bout this, righ’? Juuust like when I told you I killed that werewolf, huh? Our parents never had t’know? ‘Cause deep down, y’didn’t believe a word I said ‘n’ they wouldn’t, either. Such a goddamn burden, aren’ I?”

She looks at him in terror before eventually pushing him back. He nearly loses his balance from being so intoxicated, but his grip goes to the countertop to save him from falling. Her hands ball themselves into fists as she goes to grab her purse and hold it close to her. She lifts her head up to stand tall in this situation even if the tears wouldn’t stop. “Goodbye, Rhis.” she’d announce clearly even though it looked like her voice would shake under the pressure. She would turn on her heel then, going out the same way she came in.

Rhis would stand there, then, eyes going right to the number in front of him.

---

For years, he didn’t think of what he had done. How that in that entire conversation, he was the asshole. He and Leah... eventually recovered when the two were at their grandfather’s funeral. He ended up finding out that she took care of picking out the casket, and where he’d be buried. After the funeral, their relationship got... better. They’d at least call each other when they could. They’d talk. He’d come to family get togethers only to chat and catch up with her.

He had never thought their relationship had any flaws after that. Honestly, he forgot the arguement altogether. He was too drunk in the first place after recieving the news about his grandfather. It was bitter to remember it, after all this time, now that he couldn’t even apologize to her for it. Leah was dead and now... so was their father.

Sighing, he takes out his phone and calls the number. This time, he’d do this all alone.

#mmmm some angst for yall #inspired from watchin b.ojack horse.man bc rhis is just as much of an asshole especially back then #and he often forgets his and his sister's relationship wasn't perfect like how he romatisizes it was #idk #lot of rhis feels #OOC.#drabbles #RHIS. / musings.

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So Far Away: Chapter 1/?

Summary: Bucky Barnes doing what he does best. Saving. Loving. In this particular case, the object of both is you. (Bonus: Bucky Barnes happy, healing, doing really well!)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader Characters: Bucky Barnes Additional tags: mostly canon compliant (Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen, Stark Tower still exists), possible future smut (who knows, not me), she/her pronouns, more tags/characters to be added with future chapters, hero Bucky Barnes, canon typical violence, warzone/disaster zone setting Warnings: possible triggers for anxiety, PTSD, grief

Note: I don’t know where I’m going with The Girl With Too Much Power (ideas welcomed) so here’s my other series. Feedback always encouraged and welcome. Thank ya’ll! xo Rhi

Tag list: just @darlingtholland lel

So Far Away Chapter 1 / ?

The city was crumbling and between the crashing sounds of buildings toppling, screams and cries were painfully audible. That wasn't the most terrifying part though. It wasn't the lifeless bodies lying in the streets or the sight of your mangled hand that were causing you to panic. It was that everything was happening somewhere else. The crumbling and screaming seemed so far away. If the action was elsewhere, so were the heroes.

Nobody was coming to save you.

For almost half an hour they'd ripped through the city unchallenged; nobody really counted the unified effort of the first responders. They never stood a chance against the enemy from above. It took ten minutes for The Avengers to hear about it. They were en route within another ten. Even with all that Stark tech though, it still took them just over eleven minutes to arrive, landing and launching into action.

You'd watched the heroes bounce off buildings and fly through the sky. They represented hope, but they couldn't save everyone.

The evacuation wasn't fast enough and whole blocks of the city were wiped off the map. By the time you'd crawled out of the rubble of yours, the trucks taking people to safety were long gone. In their wake, tire tracks in the dirt and dust, and bodies left behind to save room for the living.

You could walk, but terrified that someone… something… would circle back around, you dropped down behind a car that had been violently propelled across the street. Making yourself as small as possible, pulling your legs up to your chest and burying your face in your lap, you just listened. Thinking was too hard, and your thoughts were sure to be only dark and anxiety-inducing anyway.

It all seemed so far away.

Then, the tell-tale sound of trouble. No no no no no! you screamed in your head, covering your mouth with your hands to not let the terror out.

It was moving fast, but tearing everything up as it went. The sound coming from it was alien, but it still someone seemed like speech. It was communicating with the others. Then, you realised, it was looking for something. Sitting in a pile of bricks and glass, all you could do was hope to god that creatures from literal outer space didn't come to Earth in search of an old Ford.

Bits of debris came from over the car, rejected by the creature and cast aside. First, rocks and chunks of cement - too big for any human to throw so easily. They hit the building in front of you and shattered. A bad situation got worse when it dug deep enough to find the people who had been trapped under fallen buildings. Bodies flew over you, sometimes in parts.

After what felt like minutes but was only seconds, your entire body was shaking with abject horror. On the very cusp of losing consciousness from fear and blood loss, you heard one foreign sound. It was almost like a gunshot… but more… Star Wars-esque. It was immediately proceeded by silence.

Run! the voice in your head told you, but you were completely immobile.

"This thing's too damn light… Feels like a fuckin' toy," a human voice spoke. A pause for, presumably, a reply you didn't hear. "Yeah, it worked. Not the point." Another pause. "Call me that again, Stark and I'll-" The speaker abruptly stopped his conversation.

You hadn't heard him arrive. Unsurprisingly, you did not hear him as he walked through the destroyed street to the car you were hidden behind. To any other person, you were silent. However, he could hear the slight crunching of gravel beneath your feet, the air being inhaled and exhaled from your nose, and the tiny squeaks you were making entirely subconsciously.

Moving slowly, he made his way around the side of the car using footsteps that would make noise, announce his arrival. Don't scare her. You could feel him standing just metres from you. He spoke, but not to you.

"I got a friendly… She's out of the evac zone." The pause for reply was long. "It's a ghost town here. Nobody's gonna be coming through for-" He was interrupted. "Don't care. Gonna bring her in."

Again, he moved slowly.

Your face was still buried and although you knew it was somebody good crouching in front of you, everything was all too overwhelming to respond.

"Hi… I don't need ya to move just yet. Gonna have a look at your hand, if that's alright?"

His voice was calm. Far beyond the point of being in shock, it didn’t hurt when he gently took your arm. As he tightly wrapped your injured hand, you began to unwrap yourself. Lifting your head and opening your eyes, everything came into focus. Mostly, everything you could see was war. But, there he was. Easily recognisable, Bucky Barnes was finishing first aid on you.

His eyes lingered on the bandage for a moment, and you wondered where he'd stashed it before it stopped your bleeding. Did he have pockets of band-aids?

When he looked up at you, you were already looking back.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," you replied, your voice weak.

"Reckon we should get out of here. What do ya think?" As soon as you nodded, he mirrored the response and stood, helping you to your feet. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"N-no," you told him. That wasn't strictly true, but you were mostly numb. Deep, dark bruises would bloom all across your body over the coming days. How you managed to escape otherwise unharmed was magic or a miracle.

"Stronger than you look, huh?" he said, smiling. How he could smile in an environment like that was also magic or a miracle. "I know a couple people like that, so you're in good company. Always my favourite type of people,"

"I didn't… didn't think you'd talk so much," you said. It kinda just came out, the same way the thoughts of little kids do.

Bucky's left arm was around your waist, holding almost all of your body weight. He was making carrying you through a warzone seem easy. Giving you a bit of a casual shrug, Bucky said, " I don't… Trick to keep ya conscious. Don't want you passing out on me,"

"I'm not gonna pass out," you said, more in defiance than anything else.

Bucky scoffed. "Alright. So, what's your name then? What do you do?"

He'd obviously seen them before you, so by the time you clocked the creatures scrambling through broken buildings and rubble in their search, Bucky had already taken you off the road. Backs to the wall, he didn't appear in the slight bit concerned about the situation. He even looked to you, waiting for a reply before making his next move.

"Y/N," you told him.

"Y/N. Good to meet you, Y/N. I'm Bucky,"

"I know,"

"Yeah… Everybody fuckin' knows… Alright. Gonna need you to stay here for just a second, okay?"

As he went to peel away from the wall, you grabbed him with your one working hand. "Please don't leave me!" you begged in a harsh whisper. Tears had been streaming down your face since the first building went down, but a fresh flood started to sting your cheeks.

Bucky cupped your face with his gloved hands and looked you dead in the eyes. "I'm not leaving. I promise. I fuckin' promise you."

Slowly, you nodded. As soon as you did, he swooped off the curb and brought a reckoning down on the creatures. They hadn't seen him coming. Bucky moved with grace and ease, like he was born to fight. Later, when you were safe, you'd think about that moment, about the way he moved, and it would make you sad.

Back, Bucky wrapped himself around you again. And, that's how you got through the city. It was slow, but Bucky continually refused offers of help from whoever was in his earpiece. Resources were needed elsewhere, he said. He had you, and he'd get you to safety.

Time once again warping, fifteen minutes later you could hear voices and see human movement. It felt like you'd spent hours in Bucky's arms, watching him take down threats and crack bad jokes to keep you awake.

Before you realised what was happening, people were carrying you away from Bucky, pouring water down your throat and yelling at you that you were safe. Although you understood you were safe, it felt the opposite. "No! Please, please, please," you yelled, pushing free from the helpers and clinging back onto Bucky. All your words were rammed together, scared and needy.

Bucky let you hold him, wrapping his arms around you with the perfect amount of pressure. He hushed you with soft, "Shhhh," sounds. Using his teeth as a vice, Bucky pulled the glove off his right hand, then ran his fingers through your hair. "You're okay, Y/N. You're safe. You gotta stay here and have someone look at your hand. I gotta go help."

Although you nodded into him, you made no attempt to move. You'd been safe before it all happened, but it happened anyway. There was nothing to say that as soon as Bucky left, more creatures wouldn't arrive.

"Y/N. I got Captain America in one ear and Iron Man in the other. They can't do shit without me," Bucky joked. It made you laugh, looking up at him. "I'll come back when this is done. Bring ya flowers in the hospital,"

"I'm scared,"

"Yeah. Aliens are invading. It's scary. But it's kinda cool too, right?" he said with a wink.

He gently led you to one of the makeshift medical tents set up. When you were sitting down, he ruffled your hair in a weird gesture that confused you both, then left the safe zone. As soon as he was gone, you started to cry.

Chapter 2.

#mine #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes fanfic #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes/Reader #Bucky Barnes / Y/N #Bucky Barnes x Y/N #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky Barnes/You #Hero Bucky Barnes #So Far Away

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coldgaybitch · 4 years

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Diagnosis

Chapter 1: A new label

Its been less then 24hrs since I received a phone call which kind of confirmed my thoughts that I might have BPD but hearing a medical professional saying it just kind of solidified it.

At first I was beyond happy to receive a diagnosis, finally I had something that helped me explain to people why I sometimes acted the way I did. I never really found something that described my personality so accurately and put my thoughts into words.

I had a lot of trouble with sleeping recently and quickly kinda fell asleep and when I woke, nerves and concern over what this now meant for me crept it. I wanted to have someone near me tell me what to do, give me some sort of instruction but many things stopped me.

The person who would understand this the most (a fellow psychology student) was celebrating one of our mutual friends birthday in lockdown and I did not want to be selfish and interrupt with my messed up feelings and conflict on my friends birthday.

Later I had a DND (dungeons and dragons) session with them and some others over discord due to social distancing many of them were in homes or with each other while I was kinda stuck alone in student accomadation. Just before the session was meant to start I started crying and wailing, I felt weak or overcome with emotion that I just did not know how to handle. It was like a volcano erupting. I kinda slapped myself together and joined the session and explained to the person running it (the DM) what had gone down and not to say anything. They were kind and understanding and said if I need a moment I could step away. Me being stubborn said I would be fine and carried on through the game.

Once the session finished, I kinda pounced on my psychology friend and asked if I could talk to them. I needed their kinda motherly and psychology understanding brain to help me work through things. However, they were housing another friend through lockdown and they were on the couch with them when I asked and I could see them wondering if they should go or stay. I made the decision to let them stay, even though I did not know them that well, they kinda got my head. Understood things that others did not.

Anyway I describe that I got my diagnosis and that it was EUPD (emotional unstable personality disorder otherwise known as BPD). They both sat with me as I kinda hid behind jokes and sarcastic comments as I tried to hide how nervous and scared I was.

Anyway they stay as long as possible but they had to go talk to an old friend that they had scheduled too talk to and I felt kinda calm enough to kinda not break down. The keyword being “kinda”.

SO they both send separate messages of support saying they don't view me and differently which kinda makes me feel weird. Like I’m glad because I have not changed, I just got a kinda got a new label added to me:

Rhi - Nerd - Goth - Gay and now with BPD!

Though at the same time I was like but now you kinda are looking at me a new way or is that just my anxiety talking. enkvbdfvknvods (begin the war with my head over what others are actually thinking of me).

So now how to rip of the mental band aid and tell my other friends that I have a personality disorder. It was kinda like coming out all over again but this time for a mental thing (I hate the word disorder or illness that is used to classify BPD with other stuff - but that's a different kinda emotional rant...thing).

Anyway I put it as bluntly as possible and my friends are all supportive, bloody soft bastards (okay so maybe I care for them but this is me and admitting emotions and feelings which make me feel weak and exposed to people so not going to tell them that).

Next Chapter: Telling my father - Fun times ahead.

So telling my dad went just how I thought it would go, he asked if I was joking and having a laugh and that its impossible for me to have it for how could I possible have BPD. I’m very much a textbook case. You know the examples you have beneath a word in the dictionary, I feel like my name and life was written under the description for BPD.

Anyway he kinda says he wants to talk about it more face to face when we have the chance, but quickly changes the subject to when I will be coming home from Uni.

So I have no idea, thinking the coming out to my dad went okay...maybe..kinda..urghh

Chapter 3: Random other events of the day

Anyway after all this I kinda go through a rollercoaster of emotions. I update my uni counsellor service with my diagnosis. I go to the giant Tesco right beneath my accomadation to grab snacks and food to stuff down on. I get my period (great just the thing I needed - thanks mother nature, always looking out for me :l )

I join a friends new rpg server, which I nothing about and I go for a walk late a night and become a three year old child excited about a bat flying around this small wooded pathway which is not hidden away but always feels safe and private from everyone else to me.

Chapter 4: Right now I am feeling and doing this..

Anyway now I’m sitting on my laptop blasting Spotify, reading gay korrasami fanfiction and hoping someone else reads this and kinda tell me I’m not to crazy for feeling all this.

Very much also in need of a hug but will have to have to settle for virtual ones.

Also the mother psychology friend one told me jump on tumblr because it would help...not sure how this will all go.

Anyway that's it for now. I have BPD

FUCK MY LIFE

#emotionalunstablepersonalitydisorder #eupd #bpd #borderlinepersonalitydisorder #stupid feelings

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spnfanficpond · 5 years

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April Angel Fish Awards

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE APRIL’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @kittenofdoomage

Known by @stusbunker

I haven’t finished reading it yet but it’s a really unique story, very dark and gritty. It’s brilliant so far and I can’t wait to read the rest. I’m not usually one to read OC’s either but the mix of OC and reader is so well done… anyway, I love it lol

As I Live and Breathe by @katehuntington

This is an awesome Dean x reader. Her writing style is really good, she’s got so much potential, everyone should check out her masterlist.

Nominated by @slytherkins

Hell and Apathy by @risingphoenix761

Oh. My. Glob. I do not even have words to adequately describe how much I love this fic. It’s like dying and going to fanfic heaven. This. This is what they would serve there. It’s so well written. So in character. For something so short, it’s breathtakingly dark and angsty. There is instant mood. BAM. MOOD. It’s the perfect length, too. It could have easily been overdone or underdone, but it is just right. It brings up all the right questions. It. Is. Hawt. Like, not a little bit. Like, all the way. It is surface-of-the-sun scorching. This fic…this fic is perfection.

St. Fergus by @risingphoenix761

This fix-it fic is amazeballs. Part crack, part existential reflection. There be banter, and it’s all marvelously In Character. (Pre-s14 finale In Character, that is. *shakes fist at Chuck*) It’s funny. It’s heartwarming. It better have a sequel or I’m going to die.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

His Princess (series) by @georgialouisea

At first, I thought I’d like this just because I do love a good royal AU, but in the most recent part, the story took a turn that I truly wasn’t expecting!! I always love me some protective Winchesters, and bodyguard!Dean is wonderful, but this story has a few extra elements to it that I can’t help but wonder if they’re going to play into the story. I can’t wait to find out!!

Sweet Reunion by @wi-deangirl77

This is the part of the 300th episode that the Show forgot to show us. What exactly did John and Mary get up to while the boys were in town picking up groceries and discovering TEDTalk!Sam was a thing? Heh heh heh. You know. *wink*Wink*nudge*nudge* This is sweet and romantic without getting NSFW and it gave me all the John and Mary feels!!!

House of the Rising Sun (series) by @kittenofdoomage

I mean, of course, everything Rhi writes is fabulous, and her smut is top shelf, but this series is making me ask questions about Stockholm Syndrome and consent and other issues presented in this story. There’s a million directions this story could go and I can’t wait to see which one Rhi picks!!

Bed of Roses (series) by @crispychrissy

This is a mobster AU where the first thing Dean does is torture our heroine for information. The second thing he does is fall for her. Things just go downhill from there, with twists and turns you might not expect. I can’t wait to find out if she can ever get past everything and love Dean! I literally grin every time I see an update!

Control and Release (series) by @thecleverdame

HOLY HOTNESS, BATMAN!! TEDTalk!Sam has some control issues and likes to exert most of them over the reader. In public. I don’t know if this will ever take a turn for the soft and romantic, but even if it doesn’t, this story is STEAMING!!

Dear Dean (series) by @purpleskiesandcherrypies

I wasn’t sure if I could really get into a WWII AU since I’m not much of a history buff, then I read the first chapter and nearly busted! Jamie Blum, only sister in a family of brothers, parents long since dead, decides to follow her brothers when they all go off to war. But instead of becoming a nurse, she cuts off her hair, puts on her brother’s clothes, and goes to fight under the command of Lt. Dean Winchester. POV switches between the two, AND I LOVE IT. This is a must read!!

Splintered Flames, Burning Dreamer by @thedevilinthedetails

Part 1 of this is your typical ABO fuck-or-die scenario, with a good amount of angst layered into it. Part 2, however, takes that angst, multiplies it, and stabs you right in the heart with it. Then, just when you think you��re done, it rips your heart right out and stomps on it. A lot. SO GOOD!!!!

Nominated by @thelittleredwhocould

Crazy Love by @saxxxology

This series is hot AF. Saxxy fucking killed it. Plus, as someone who’s part-Native American, this fic is extra awesome to me.

Take the Edge Off by @saxxxology

For all your TED!Sam needs. Delicious.

Bitten (series) by @saxxxology

I haven’t seen many monster!Winchester fics and this is one of my favs. I absolutely love the spin Saxxy puts on A/B/O in this verse. Plus, smut. Sexy sexy smut.

Faith and Amazing Grace by @mrswhozeewhatsis

I absolutely love this revisiting of a s1 episode. So angsty. So good.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) (series) by @teamfreewill-imagine

This is a fic that will never get old, imo. I don’t read RPF (like, ever), but Jamie has created such beautiful dynamics between all the characters and this fic gives me life.

Forever by @bamby0304

Feelings. Aaaaaaallllll the feeliings. So many feelings. I might have cried a little.

Her Saviours (series) by @bamby0304

I am adoring this rewrite. The relationships between the reader and the boys are such a mess, and watching them work through familiar cases together is so much fun. The very sexy sex is a nice bonus ;D

Spanner in the Works (series) by @bamby0304

This is probably one of my favorite series I’ve read so far this year. This is also the fic that first really introduced me to Amber’s writing and I can’t wait to see how it goes.

Nominated by @manawhaat

We Kill and We Fuck (oneshot) by @jayankles

Well, fuck me! I am a sucker for serial killer kink, through and through, and this fun twist of A/B/O, AND Alpha Ruby with the two of them... hot damn!

I Have A Dream (oneshot) by @idreamofplaid

It’s so fluffy!!! I absolutely love tattoo artist Jared, love the tattoos you described on his body, love the sea shells and that he does it on you in the comfort of your own place. It’s soft and warm and ugh, just so Jared.

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

As with the BFAs, these are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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imagines-by-z-and-rhi · 5 years

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My Little Wolf Part 1/?

Word Count: 749

Warnings? : None

Author: Rhi

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Daughter!OC

*not my gif*

Rain drizzled softly down the window. The pitter-patter of the sky’s tears drowned out all impurities of the surrounding clutter and clatter of the train filled with busy people and their busy problems. As we built speed, droplets of rain streamed along with the dirty glass, trying to catch up with the dangerous speeds of the train. The world whizzed by at electric speeds, trees and bushes and grass blurred into a vibrant green mush with red-brick houses occasionally popping into view. Melancholy sky’s brought sadness upon the ground, however, street lamps still shinned brightly which made the world seem slightly happier. Glass, frozen against my face, the bitterness of winter condensation on one pane of glass that graced my rosy cheeks and pink nose, as I stared like a child out into the wide world in front of me.

It seemed too safe. Inside, warmth flowed over us like a blanket around a baby, snug in their crib. It shot through the air vents and filled the air with the comforting smell of home. It twisted and turned and cascaded into our lungs with a warm breath. Curiosity swept over my little girl, she stared out of the window with pure wonder of the world. Her little rosy cheeks and red nose pressed up against the frosty glass and her bright sea-blue eyes, inquiring the outside. “Daddy, where are we going? When are we going to get there?” she asked still not moving her concentration from the window, her sweet little voice rang out like a soft song.

“We are going somewhere safe my little wolf” I have told her that since we got out of our house. Followers of a dark wizard had found where I was hiding, they destroyed my house when my little pride and joy had just fallen asleep. I shook her awake and through her weary eyes and the clouds of dust rising from down the hall she saw that same look on my face from the time before, they had found us more than once, she grabbed her pre-packed case and we apparated out of the rubble. Now, we are on the move. The professor that had to plead my case when I got expelled from Hogwarts had provided us with a safe haven, that has been protected from all dark magic with various spells. I write a note, on the back of my napkin, to remind me to send him an owl of thanks. He says this will be somewhere for me to settle down to write my book and for Willow to grow up and be happy. That is all I want, for my little girl to be happy.

Suddenly, the sky turned an obsidian black, like a negligent void that swallowed all light. The wind whipped and lashed out at the trees which snapped under the harsh force of the confused sky. Crying harder out of unknowing, the outside floor turned to flood, and the windows rapidly rattled back and forth from the sheer force. Our train was just cut short of our stop in a small village in Reading, just outside of London. Everything was quiet, the only thing I could hear was the heavy breathing of willow’s panicked lungs, I picked her up and held her close to my chest and covered her head with my hand. “Finestra” A low voice whispered. Without warning the windows fragmentized into tiny shards near invisible to the eye spraying everyone with glass and the ever-growing rainstorm that was no longer just outside. A dark spirit infiltrated through the now non-existent windows.

They weren’t just evil; you could feel their presence in you even if they were nowhere near. Screams from the distant ends of the train indicated that they were after her again. Well, did they not get the message? I will not let him have her and corrupt her as he does with everything he touches. Without a second thought, I apparated me and Willow out of the train and onto the platform. “Daddy were they the bad men again?” willow whispered into the dark. “Yes, sweetie. Yes, they were. We’ve got to keep moving ok. Can you keep up with daddy?” I whispered back. “Of course, I can! You know I’m super-fast!” she giggled. “Good,” I smiled back. “can you get in the case so it will be easier?” “Yep! I'll look after our creatures!” with that final statement Willow hopped into the case, taking her own with her.

#Newt Scamander x daughter!OC #Newt Scamander fic #Newt Scamander x daughter #Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them fic #FBAWTFT fic #Imagines-by-z-and-rhi

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mahalzevran · 5 years

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Nandito Lang Ako

for @januanders

Summary: The growing friendship between Anders and Surana

Words: 1.9k

Tags: friendship, surana & anders

Rating: General Audiences

A/N: Nandito lang ako - I’m always just here

AO3 link

Rhian’s stomach growled. She was used to going to sleep hungry, especially when Master Cousland had been in a particularly bad mood that day. In fact, she’d gone to sleep even hungrier than this before. But at least she had her mom or dad to comfort her those times. Now she was all alone in a cold cell.

“Surana, right?” Rhian looked up to see who had said that. It was a boy in the cell next to hers. He looked a few years older than her. “I heard one of the guards call you that. I’m Anders.”

“Hi,” she replied. Just then her stomach growled again.

“Hungry? Here, one sec.” Anders started fumbling with his robes. A few seconds later he pulled out a roll of bread and held it out to Rhian through the bars separating them. She looked at it hesitantly. “Take it. You need it more than I do.”

“Thank you,” Rhian said, reaching over and grabbing the roll. The roll was cold and a little hard, but she wasn’t really in the position to be picky. She broke off a piece and started eating.

“They really shouldn’t send kids down here overnight without dinner as a punishment. Well, they shouldn’t have that as a punishment for anyone in general, but especially not for kids like you.”

“I’m not a kid. I’m 7,” Rhian replied with her mouth full.

Anders smiled at her. “So,” he said as she finished up the roll, “what are you here for?”

“I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! They all had these mean faces and were yelling at me!” Rhian could feel tears forming in her eyes.

“Hey,” Anders said in a soothing voice, trying to calm her down. He wished the bars weren’t there, so he could comfort her properly. He hated seeing kids cry. “I know you didn’t. I’m not mad. I was just wondering.”

Rhian wiped her eyes using her sleeve. “I missed going outside. I just wanted to look out the window but it was really high so I climbed up the bookcase. Then one of the Templars got mad and started yelling at me and I got scared. Then more and more came. I closed my eyes and wished they would all go away. When I opened them, they were all frozen.”

“Nice!” Anders said holding his hand up. The gesture made Rhian giggle. She went over and gave him a high five. Suddenly, she felt slightly better. It was like being near Anders made you feel safer. As if he had some kind of healing aura around him.

“Hey,” Anders said, “next time you get in trouble, you can tell them I did it. I’m older, I can take whatever punishment they give me.” Rhian smiled at him and nodded.

They spent the rest of the night huddled together, the cell bars being the only thing separating them.

—

“It’s not fair!” Anders was on the verge of tears.

Rhian didn’t know what to do. It was usually Anders who did the comforting. She patted him gently on the back.

“I’m going to miss him too,” Rhian said trying to be consoling.

“You don’t understand, Surana,” Anders said, his voice shaking. “It’s because of me. Of us. They noticed us getting close and they didn’t like it. Karl told me that they had a spot lined up for him. To help teach the younger apprentices. Why would they just suddenly transfer him?”

Rhian stayed quiet. Anders was right. It wasn’t fair. But when was the Circle ever fair?

—

Rhian’s heart dropped. That was the last set of cells and there was still no sign of him. She had kept an eye out while they were fighting the abominations and checked again once everything had calmed down. She hadn’t seen him with the other survivors when they first arrived. The dungeons were her last hope.

“Are you sure you didn’t see him?” Rhian asked Wynne.

“Yes. If he was hiding somewhere else, then he would’ve either ended up with the others or we would’ve come across him already. If he was down here, then he would be here. There’s only one way to leave and the abominations couldn’t have made their way down here.”

“So you mean..?”

“It’s the only answer, dear.”

“No! Maybe we missed him? We should check again. He’s probably hiding somewhere and we didn’t see.”

Rhian started to walk towards the exit when she felt a hand stop her. Zevran’s. “Rhi...I’m sorry.”

She could feel her heart pounding in her ears. Karl was gone and Jowan was stuck in the Redcliffe dungeons. Eadric was safe at least. But the thought of Anders possibly being...she couldn’t handle that. He was the first person to actually show her some kindness in the Circle. He helped make everything more bearable. The air suddenly felt thick. Rhian could feel tears welling up in her eyes. Zevran pulled her into his arms. She hoped tears didn’t stain leather.

—

Mhairi kicked the door open, revealing a tall lanky man shooting fire at a darkspawn. A few bodies were scattered on the floor, Templars from the look of their armor. Once he realized that there were people behind him, he turned around.

“Uh...I didn’t do it.”

Rhian’s heart leaped. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Before she knew it, she was bounding towards him. As she pulled him into a big hug, she was surrounded by a familiar comforting feeling.

“Hey, I can recognize this elf girl anywhere. Surana!” Anders returned her hug. Suddenly, he frowned. “Are you crying?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“No? I’d think I’d remember being dead.”

“But the Circle? How did you survive?”

“You mean the thing with Uldred? Great story actually-”

“Sorry to interrupt this reunion,” Alistair said, “but there’s darkspawn that needs killing.”

Rhian gave Anders one last squeeze before getting ready to move on to the next room. She couldn’t wait to catch up. She had so much to tell him.

—

A feeling of...anguish? Where was it coming from? Rhian closed her eyes and tried to focus on it. Anders. Something was wrong.

“Zev.”

Zevran yelped at Rhian’s sudden appearance, almost dropping what was in his hand. “Please do not do that. I am not used to your being a spirit yet.” Rhian apologized. Zevran took a moment to collect himself. “What is it?”

“It’s Anders. Something’s not right.”

“How do you know?”

“I can...feel it? In the Fade. I have to go to him. Will you be alright here with Alistair?” Zevran nodded and Rhian hugged him goodbye.

She didn’t know how long she’d been wandering around. It had been over a year since she defeated the Archdemon and somehow survived, but she still wasn’t used to the way time passed in the Fade. Or how to navigate it. All she had to go on was wherever the sense of anguish was coming from. Suddenly she found the source. She didn’t know how, just that her gut was telling her it was here. She crossed over the veil and the first thing that hit her was a horrible smell. She looked around and realized she was in a sewer. Then she saw a room not too far away. It looked like a clinic of some sort. As she walked in, she noticed a familiar blonde head.

“Anders?”

“Rhian? How are you here?” He had been crying.

“I sensed you. In the Fade.” Rhian walked over to where he was sitting and put an arm around him. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Karl. He’s dead.”

Rhian’s jaw dropped. “What? How?”

“They made him tranquil. Having Justice with me must’ve reconnected him to the Fade somehow. But it was only temporary. He asked me to...I didn’t have a choice…”

Rhian pulled him into a hug. “It’s okay.”

“No, no it’s not. It’s my fault. I should’ve gotten there sooner.”

“You couldn’t have known. The Circle’s the one to blame. You of all people should know that.”

Anders hugged Rhian tighter and let out a sob. She could feel tears forming in her eyes. She wasn’t as close to Karl as she was with Anders during her time in the Circle, but he was nice to her and helped her out when he could. And she knew how much he meant to Anders.

“I’m here for you. I’ll stay here tonight if you want.”

“I’d like that.”

—

Rhian was in position, one hand hovering over the hilt of her spellweaver should she need to whip it out. Zevran had heard a noise while they were eating and it was starting to come closer. Suddenly, four figures emerged. Alistair moved to strike them with his sword.

“Wait!” Rhian cried right before Alistair landed a hit. “Anders?”

“Surprise?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Escaping from Kirkwall,” said an elf. He was taller than average and had glowing tattoos. Rhian didn’t know what to make of him.

“That’s Fenris. And this is Alden and Kaia Hawke,” said Anders. “And these are the guys I was telling you about. My friends from my warden days.”

Rhian recognized their names from when Zevran had told her about how the Champion of Kirkwall and her friends helped him get rid of Nuncio. She also recalled two new warden recruits from a few years ago having the name Hawke. Bethany and...Copper? Possibly related. There seemed to be a family resemblance. She shook their hands, and when she got to Alden, he made sure to let her know that he was Fenris’ boyfriend.

“Now that we’re all introduced, do you have anything to eat?” said Kaia. “I’m starving.”

Alistair went to check and fortunately, they had just enough leftovers. As everyone sat down to eat, Anders told Rhian what happened. He talked about the rising tension in Kirkwall between the Templars and the mages, especially after the viscount died. How the Knight-Commander started descending into madness from exposure to red lyrium. How she had started tightening her grip on the mages and that the grand cleric did nothing to keep the peace. And when Anders found out that she had called for the Right of Annulment, he decided that enough was enough and blew up the Chantry to send a message. This led to a final showdown where he and his friends helped the mages fight against the Kirkwall Templars. After it was over, the four of them decided to flee from Kirkwall in case the Divine sent forces after them.

As Anders finished talking, Rhian could feel her anger building up. She slammed her bowl down on her lap. “No. I’m tired of this. You’re always on the run, Anders. No more. You’re back in.”

Anders gave her a questioning look.

“I’m reinstating you into the Grey Wardens. Effective immediately.”

“You mean-?”

“Yes. I’m invoking the Right of Conscription. You’re not an apostate or a fugitive anymore.”

“Can you do that? Reinstate me?”

“Why not? I’m still the Fereldan Warden-Commander last I checked. And I don’t think they’re really in a position to deny me. I’m the Hero of Ferelden, Ender of the Fifth Blight.”

Anders’ eyes started to tear up. He pulled Rhian into a big hug, thanking her repeatedly. She leaned into his hug. Anders meant a lot to her and she was going to do everything in her power to keep him safe. It was her way of repaying Anders for being there for her all those years in the Circle. No harm would ever come to him ever again.

#anders #januanders2019 #dragon age #dao #warden surana #female warden #female surana #rhian surana #writings #if anyone comments about this not being lore friendly idc ok #long post #just in case the read more isnt showing up on mobile lol

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rojamesbckup · 5 years

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𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈.𝐃. : / / [ kiernan shipka + cisfemale + she/her ] — rhiannon james? oh, you mean rosie! they are a twenty year old candy striper known as the coquette. i heard some sketchy stuff about them, like how they are an escort ! oof, no wonder the mad titan was after them. to be fair, i think they’re gentle + resourceful, even if unstable + insecure. did you know? their big secret is redacted. shimmering golden tears, staying up until three watching true crime documentaries, sweet nothings whispered in the dark. penned by: b. 20. she/her. cst.

whoop hi im b !! v hype to be here !! ok lets get on with this mess !!!

she was born on november 24, 1998.

she was born in the bronx, nyc.

rhiannon’s first few years were really just Terrible.

her dad was very abusive of her mom and when rhiannon was five, they had a fight that escalated so much, the neighbors called the police on them.

rhiannon’s dad was sent to prison and her mom was declared to be an unfit mother, as she was very emotionally abusive of rhiannon, who was too young to understand what that even meant.

rhiannon was put into the foster care system and it worked well for her for many years, as she was lucky enough to find a nice group home where she lived until she was fifteen. she loved it there but the state ended up moving her because she got in a fight with one of the other girls there. ( she still maintains the girl had it coming for telling her it was her fault her mother got abused )

she bounced around homes for a bit and when she turned sixteen, her luck ran out and she was put in a home that was really, really bad for her.

at that home, there was a boy that was almost eighteen and he was awful. he would steal her things, sneak into her room in the middle of the night, threaten her, among other abusive stuff.

she called him out and she immediately told her foster parents, but they didn’t believe her and her case worker didn’t really follow up on what rhiannon told her.

one night, they went out to a party with some of her friends. she was having a lot of fun and she got a little more to drink that she could handle, being only sixteen.

her foster brother took advantage of this and carried her into a room as soon as she stepped away from her friends. he locked the door and he climbed into bed with rhiannon.

the look on his face sobered her up fast. she tried to get up from the bed but he knocked her back down hard with a straight up punch to the face. his hands were slipping beneath her dress and that was when rhi got really, really scared. so she reached for the object nearest to her and smashed it into his head as hard as she could. she didn’t even notice it was a liquor bottle until she saw fragments of it fly everywhere.

he collapsed on top of her and he as bleeding a lot. she quickly pushed him off of her and got out of the room. no one noticed her black eye or the cuts all over her hands and her face and she ran straight home.

then she vanished, never to be heard from again by the system or by her foster family. she doesn’t know if he lived or not.

she ran away as far as she could -- namely atlas, wyoming.

rosie has been living here since then. she was only seventeen when she got here, but the sheriff was on her case from the moment she arrived. he said there was something off about her -- his suspicions always made her feel really bad about herself.

she has been working as an escort on-and-off pretty much since she got to town. sometimes she’ll be fully dedicated to it, but then she would quit it for some months and work another job, and then go back. she’s,, a strobelight escort if u will.

rosie is a candy striper at oasis family medical and she loves it, especifically when she gets assigned to the pediatrics area. she’s been doing this since she got to town.

she’s not really spooked about the vigilante -- she feels confident that as long as she keeps her head down and her profile lowkey, everything will turn out fine.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend(s)

confidante

exes

flings

former foster siblings

regular clients

anything tbh !!!!

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hacker-error-707 · 7 years

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You did the thing!

I wrote this little drabble to cheer up a friend of mine who had to do a presentation at work. I sneakily wrote it whilst I was at work so apologies for errors!

Word Count: 1,477

Pairing: YoosungxRhianna

Just a cute little fic, really

There was only one thing that could make the legendary Hump Day worse, and that wasn’t the fact that Friday felt like a lifetime away. No – it was the fact that later this afternoon Rhianna had to give a presentation to her colleagues with possible office Christmas party locations.

Dread. Pure dread was all she felt as she thought it over.

At first the idea of planning the office party seemed exciting. She’d be able to look over the different locations, check out what kind of activities would be safe for everyone (considering we all know how Christmas parties tend to go), and put forward her own personal preferences. Although she had enjoyed jotting everything down, now that push actually came to shove and she was sitting at her desk in fear of the nightmarish ticking of the clock she couldn’t help but to fidget with her phone, almost willing for an emergency to happen that would call her away.

When her screen lit up her heart stopped – had her wish been answered?

Yoosung☆: Heyy hey! I’m on a quick break because the lecturer realised he forgot to upload the slideshow to his USB. LOLOL!

Yoosung☆: How’d the presentation go?

Rhianna’s smile faded and her face contorted at the thought of speaking in front over everyone, her fingers quickly typing her response without her mind even needing to think about it.

Rhi-Rhi♡: Don’t remind me. My stomach is in knots just thinking about it!!!

It was Yoosung’s turn to frown as he looked at the message from his girlfriend. Just this morning he left her with a soft kiss on the cheek and a bright smile, wishing her all the best and reminding her that her ideas for the party were going to blow her work away. The sound of his professor returning barely even registered with him as he got up from his seat, his bag hurriedly thrown over his shoulder as he rushed out of the lecture theatre.

Yoosung☆: What did I tell you, Rhi-Rhi?? They’re going to love it! You’ve got such amazing ideeeeeeas! Iff they don’t watn to use them, we will!

A soft giggle broke from Rhianna’s lips and she read over the message, her eyes rolling naturally as she imagined the determined look that would have been on Yoosung’s face as he typed the message too quickly and sent it without reading over it.

Rhi-Rhi♡: lol. Just get back to class, sweetie. You haven’t got the concentration span to study and talk. But I’ll do my best today~ xx

She sighed as she sent the message, not really wanting to stop talking to him but knowing how easily distracted he was. Rhianna looked over to the clock and for a moment she wondered if it was broken because there was no way time had passed that quickly.

Before she knew it she sitting around a table surrounded by her colleagues, each one listening either intently or haphazardly to the person currently speaking. She was one of the later – her mind replaying the encouraging words Yoosung had repeated to her over the last few days, a smile playing on her lips as the familiar warmth filled her heart.

Somehow she had made it through her section of the meeting. Her notes slightly crinkled along the edges from how tightly she had been gripping them, the oxygen still not quite processing through her body like he normally would as she slowly came down from her anxiety.

With the presentations all concluded everyone slowly filed out of the room, a flurry of conversations being muttered between them all as they went. Rhianna finally pulled out her phone as she walked to the door, not looking up from the screen as she looked over the missed called and messages all from the same person.

Missed call from Yoosung☆.

Yoosung☆: Baaaaaaaaaaaabe

Yoosung☆: Babe what number is your building again? I’m asking for a friend…

Missed call from Yoosung☆

Yoosung☆: All gee – got it

Missed call from Yoosung☆

Yoosung☆: Rhi…I don’t got it. I can’t remember the floor.

Missed call from Yoosung☆

Yoosung☆: This lady is looking at me weirdly. I think I took a wrong turn.

Missed call from Yoosung☆

Yoosung☆: Is your office meant to be this dark?

Missed call from Yoosung☆

The last call had come only 10 minutes ago and Rhianna felt a panic forming in her chest as she hurried to swipe the call button over Yoosung’s name.

It had truly been an adventure for Yoosung to get to the building. He took a bus and a train, accidentally getting off at the wrong stop and having to run through the city until he found himself in a familiar location, which unfortunately wasn’t familiar enough. After almost 15 minutes of scrolling through old emails he found one Rhianna had sent from her work email and his face lit up when he saw the address included in the automatic signature.

The next delay in his plan was the fact that he had accidentally deleted the email when a pigeon had decided it wanted to eat the sandwich half sticking out of his bag. Out of breath and only partially lost, Yoosung walked into the building, feeling very out of place in his uni attire. He was about to walk up to the receptionist and ask which floor Rhianna worked on when the realisation dawned on him that he didn’t know the name of the company you worked for.

Yoosung stood awkwardly in the foyer, the receptionist’s eyes on him as he tried to scroll through his phone again hoping beyond hope that he had it saved somewhere. Relief filled him as he realised her work number was saved in his phone “in case of emergencies” – or for when he had to beg for Rhianna to stop by the grocer on the way home to re-fuel him because he was in the middle of a raid and couldn’t go out for food.

With a quick google of the number he found the level of the building Rhianna should be on and began making his way up the lift, standing shyly in the back corner surrounded by strangers in suits. When the bing of the elevator went off followed by a surprisingly calming voice indicating the level they were on told him he’d reached his destination Yoosung muttered apology after apology as he pushed his way through everyone.

The office was surprisingly empty (in hindsight because everyone was in the staff meeting) and Yoosung wandered around, trying to call Rhianna a few times until he heard her voice coming from behind a closed door. He sped up his footsteps, almost tripping over himself as he went, and hurried to the door. With a smile on his face he sunk down the wall of the room until he sat on the floor, listening with his eyes closed to Rhianna present her party ideas to the office.

His fingers were crossed as she went on, his mind imagining every small movement of her face as he picked up on the familiar quirks to her tone. Once her presentation was finished and everyone had finished excitedly discussing the possibilities, Yoosung let himself zone out and play on his phone as he waited for the meeting to end.

When the door opened and people started to make their way out of the room and back to their desks Yoosung sprung to his feet, waiting like a puppy for Rhianna to appear. His phone buzzed in his hand and he placed it to his ear as he stepped to the side of the door, watching Rhianna walk closer, her eyes on her feet.

“So?” Yoosung asked in a small voice, watching his girlfriend’s face eagerly.

Her brow furrowed at the question and she snapped back at him, worry still filling her tone, “So? Don’t so me! Is everything okay? I just saw your messages! What the hell is happening?”

His apologetic laugh seemed to echo which brought Rhianna’s attention up from her feet and to the familiar purple eyes of the blonde boy standing before her. “What are you…” She started, phone dropping to her side as Yoosung grinned at her.

“You did so well, baby girl.” He stepped forward, arms pulling Rhianna into a tight hug, “I told you they’d love your ideas! How could they not? Your ideas are amazing because your amazing!” Yoosung pulled back to look her in the eye, his hands cradling her face as a blush crept up Rhianna’s cheeks, “I am so, so proud of you, Rhi.”

#mystic messenger #yoosung #rhianna #fanfic #work life

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fafsernir · 7 years

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The Perfect Opportunity

So with @omelettedufromage-24601 we finally did another "Prompt time" as we call them, after a few months, and it was great, and I got inspired! Oops... ;) Enjoy anyway, I just had fun :D

Janto, AU, supposedly just humor ;)

Read it on Ao3 or FF.net

Prompt Idea "I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she'd stop trying to set me up with people but now she's coming to visit and I'm in too deep I need a fake boyf ASAP"

Ianto tapped his phone on the table, chewing his lip. He had fallen right into Rhiannon's trap, and now he didn't know what to do.

She had been trying to set him up for months, since the fiasco with Lisa, and a few weeks earlier he had told her that he was seeing someone. And she had stopped. Well, she had asked question, and Ianto had lied, describing someone he liked – maybe fancied a bit – only leaving one detail out. The fact that it was a man. But as it was all fake, Ianto hadn't seen the point of coming out as well as lying to Rhiannon. So he had changed the sex and described his neighbour. Nothing wrong in that.

Except that now Rhiannon was coming over, and had asked him before if everything was going well with Ianto's mysterious girlfriend, to which he had answered that they were going to spend a nice evening together. He couldn't quite say that “she” had left in the meantime, as “she” wasn't supposed to be here yet.

When he heard the door of the staircase open in the corridor, he jumped on his feet, running to the flat. Maybe he could text Toshiko, ask her to come over and pretend for the evening. But Rhiannon knew Toshiko and she clearly had been a best friend for Ianto, nothing more. Ianto didn't feel at ease with his other friends to ask them this. Maybe he could ask Jack, but Rhiannon would see him if he went out to knock at his neighbour's door.

“Hi Ianto, spying on me?” a voice said, and Ianto gulped.

It wasn't Rhiannon, but his neighbour, Jack. The neighbour he had described to Rhiannon. The neighbour he fancied.

“Oh,” he said. “I... Well.”

“Is there a problem? You seem... in a hurry?”

“Yes! I am! I am! I... huh... Ha,” Ianto scoffed. “You'll laugh.”

“Go on, you know you can't do worse than getting stuck on your balcony and calling for help.”

Ianto looked down, still ashamed at how they had first met. Ianto had a door leading to his balcony, except that it closed by itself if you didn't take the key with you or had someone to open. Or just blocked the door so it wouldn't close. Of course, he had once been stuck on it, without his phone, standing like a fool with his coffee in his hands. Well, he was rather glad that Jack had been on his balcony at the same time, but still, it sucked. They had stared at each other for a moment, then Jack had casually talked, and it had taken half an hour before Ianto admitted that he was actually stuck and that if Jack could call someone, anyone, the landlady preferably, he would be forever grateful. Jack had laughed and helped him, and they had developed a friendship after, sometimes going to the other's to spend a nice evening, or just talking from their balconies.

And Ianto totally fancied the handsome man, and he needed him, right now.

“Would you be my boyfriend for tonight?” Ianto asked, shaking his head.

“What?” Jack huffed.

“Okay, long story short, I told my sister I had a girlfriend, except that I don't, and she's coming in a few minutes, and I don't have anyone because I lied but I don't want her to set me up with someone so I just need a fake boyfriend. For the night. Please?”

“Slow down,” Jack said, balancing on his feet, thinking. “So you told your sister you had a girlfriend... And you want me to play your boyfriend?”

Ianto considered the sentence then grumbled. “Whatever, I'll just tell her that I couldn't gather the courage to come out to her.”

“Okay. Since when are we together?”

“What?” Ianto said, confused.

“How did we meet? What job do I do?”

“Just be honest. Simply change things so it sounds like we were a couple all along, not friends. Let's say we were together on my birthday, that'd be easy.”

“When is your birthday?”

“Actually no, your birthday, she'll find that less suspicious. I don't know! Just say some stupid date, like five months ago!” Ianto said quickly, running his hands through his hair, panicking and sure, entirely sure, that the evening would go wrong. “And if--”

Ianto was trying to cover all subjects, but it was too long and he didn't know what should be done or not, because everything sounded just mad, even the fact that Jack agreed, and he wasn't sure he could hold the evening pretending to be in a relationship with his crush. All of that, he tried to voice. His fear, his anxiety. But maybe Rhiannon would just not accept the fact that he was in a gay relationship – although he wasn't, not really – and would walk away so the evening would go better than expected...

Something. Anything. He had to say things, but Jack cupped his face and surged forward, kissing him suddenly.

Ianto insulted himself of fool when he felt his heart bumping in his chest. When he closed his eyes and felt the world stop turning. When he brought his hands in Jack's hair and responded to the kiss. He opened his mouth to Jack's demanding tongue and suppressed the rational voice telling him that it was a bad idea and that maybe Jack didn't need to snog the life out of him in this fake couple thing. But he didn't really care, because Jack was kissing him, fake boyfriend or not, and it was amazing.

Then Ianto heard the characteristic cough that his sister often did to announce herself. He reluctantly pulled back, managing not to wince at the loss of contact, and stepped in front of Jack.

“Rhi'! I... Hiya,” he stuttered, remembering that Jack was his fake boyfriend and that he shouldn't take advantages.

But holding his hand behind his back felt so natural and so good that Ianto had to briefly close his eyes in a silent prayer that he could be in that position for real one day.

“Hullo!” she answered, her smile a bit fake, her eyes betraying her confusion.

Ianto cleared his throat. “We should go inside.”

Rhiannon nodded and Ianto guided Jack into the living room, again reluctantly letting go of his hand. But he had to, and joined Rhiannon who had stayed in front of the door.

“Come,” Ianto said, and closed the door behind her, taking her coat.

“So...” she started. “Your girlfriend...?”

“Is not so much of a girl,” Ianto shook his head, putting his shaking hands in his back pockets.

“Right. Was she... I mean...”

“It's been him all along,” Ianto lied, telling himself that at least he would be honest on one thing that night. He wasn't straight.

“Okay,” Rhiannon said, looking at the wall. “So you're...”

“Interested by men as well as women. I just... don't care?” Ianto tried to explain, but he didn't really wonder about his sexual orientation, he just knew he didn't care much about the gender of the person he was with, and that was it.

“Since when?”

“Huh... I don't know, Rhi'. Forever? I didn't wake up and thought 'Oh but I like men too!' one day, it just sort of... was the case, since the beginning?”

“Oh, okay. Sorry.”

“It's okay,” Ianto smiled.

So apparently she wasn't rejecting Ianto, but she didn't have any reaction, so he wasn't sure.

“Listen, Rhi', if you don't want me to mention it ever again, I'd unders--”

Ianto was interrupted for the second time in a short amount of time, Rhiannon taking him in his arms.

“No, no! It's great. I just didn't imagine. Not that you should-- I don't know,” she shook her head, then patted his back as she pulled away. “Is he nice though?”

“Yeah,” Ianto smiled genuinely. “Yes he is.”

“Great. Presentations, then?”

Ianto nodded and led the way, a big smile on his face, proud of his sister. He hadn't been sure that she would accept him for that, but he was so happy of her reaction. He gave a discreet thumb up to Jack who jumped on his feet and extended his hand to Ianto's sister.

“Jack Harkness, a pleasure to meet you. Ianto told me a lot about you,” he grinned.

Ianto shook his head, thinking he was doing too much, but Rhiannon actually blushed when Jack took the hand she was giving him to kiss it on the back.

“I like him,” she whispered to Ianto's ear when Jack let go of her hand, and Ianto smiled in return.

Ianto improvised something for dinner, getting help from Jack, then Rhiannon, and doing nothing in the end, other than watch his sister and fake-boyfriend cook together. He sat on the kitchen counter like a child, criticising the meal getting cooked while he ate crisps. They spent a good moment, apart from his sister sharing embarrassing memories of his childhood, but Jack kept saying it was adorable – it really wasn't sometimes – so Ianto didn't mind that much.

“You should stop eating this,” Jack said at some point, snatching the crisps from Ianto's hands.

“Hey,” Ianto said, trying to take back his food, but Jack passed it to Rhiannon who nodded and started to steal his crisps. “I hate you,” Ianto pouted.

Jack laughed and stepped forward when Ianto tried to jump on the floor. Ianto stared at Jack who was between his legs and swallowed hard. Maybe he was getting into the game too much, Ianto thought, as his heartbeat picked up again. He couldn't help but put his arms on Jack's shoulders however, almost instinctively, mentally cursing for doing this.

“I'll put up the table then,” Rhiannon chuckled and left the kitchen.

Jack didn't step away, but laughed slightly.

“Okay, I love your sister,” he whispered.

Ianto smiled and nodded, noticing the glimpse of sadness in Jack's eyes. “She's pretty amazing.”

“You're not bad yourself,” Jack grinned, putting his hands on Ianto's hips.

Ianto straightened his back and had to fight the urge to kiss Jack, wondering if he was still trying to act like his boyfriend, or was just honest. He hoped he was honest. God, he wanted more of the kiss they had exchanged. He wanted more than that. Asking him to play his boyfriend had been the worst idea possible.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it's ready,” Rhiannon said, and Ianto pulled away quickly, looking at the coffee machine on the kitchen counter to give himself something to look at.

Jack stepped away and helped bring everything to the living room where Ianto had a small table with four chairs, even if most of the time two were unavailable because he pushed the table against the corner.

The dinner was great and animated, with Jack telling stories about himself, half of which Ianto already knew about, but he also found out new things about Jack, especially his family. They hadn't really talked about their parents or siblings, and Ianto found out that Jack had one brother, but hadn't talked to him in ages. He missed him, but his brother refused to talk to him, for a reason Jack didn't give, but that explained his sadness earlier. He was witnessing Ianto and Rhiannon's rather good relation, and although they weren't that close, they still liked each other and enjoyed spending time together. It was always more than never talking.

They eventually moved on Jack and Ianto, talking about their meeting – which they kept honest – which took a good deal of time because Ianto kept interrupting Jack so Rhiannon would never find out how he had been stuck on his own balcony, then about how they had come to be, and how great they were – which was all a lie. But it was a nice lie. Ianto could hear Jack talking about a life they didn't lead but that he wished they did. And Jack was an excellent story-teller, no matter if they were truth or lies, no one could tell the difference.

When Rhiannon finally left, not without asking Jack to join them once for a dinner with her family, Ianto sighed heavily. Jack patted his back and cleaned the few things they had left out.

“You don't need to do that,” Ianto said, rubbing his neck. “And oh God, I'm sorry for that.”

“It's fine, she's a lovely woman,” Jack smiled.

“She's married.”

“I know, I'm not interested,” Jack laughed.

Ianto shook his head and helped Jack clean everything and move the table back to where it belonged, then walked Jack to the door.

“Really, thanks for what you did, I don't know how to thank you,” Ianto said, leaning against the door frame.

“You could actually do something for me,” Jack said, looking down for a few seconds then in Ianto's eye.

“Sure, anything,” Ianto nodded.

“You see that nice restaurant down the street?”

“Yeah?”

“Go there with me,” Jack said, almost begged, looking unsure for once, especially after all that self-confidence Ianto had seen during the dinner.

Then it clicked in Ianto's mind and he blinked a few times.

“I... Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Interested?” Jack shrugged.

Ianto's heart flipped for the third time that day and he took a bit unsteady breath.

“Yeah... I mean, yes! Yes, I'll go.”

Jack smiled, and Ianto couldn't help but smile back at how genuinely happy Jack looked. “I'll tell you when, then.”

“Sure!” Ianto nodded eagerly. “So... I guess good night?” he added after a small awkward silence.

“Oh, yes, sorry. Thanks for the evening, it was fun. And... nice.”

Ianto presented his hand, but Jack took it only to pull it away, instead leaning on to kiss Ianto a second time. It was shorter than the first one and Jack didn't leave much time for Ianto to respond, so he just stared at him, his mouth opened, left wanting and longing for more.

“Right,” Jack said, taking a deep breath and stepping back. “Good night.”

Ianto stared again but when Jack reached his flat, he walked to him and grabbed his shoulder to turn him around and pull him into a passionate kiss.

“I'm sure it will be great,” Ianto winked at him and left, closing his door with a chuckle.

He turned everything off and went to his bedroom quickly, wondering if he should thank his sister for making things go further between him and Jack, but she wasn't supposed to know they weren't together – yet – so he just chose to sleep, smiling as he felt that his life was going as he wanted it to go for once.

#torchwood #ianto jones #janto #jack harkness #rhiannon davies #mel writes #humor fic #english fic #alternate universe fic

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