#people are always surprised that im the youngest

[bvclee]

high school sweetheart.

sypnosis: you had a crush on a girl that never seem to noticed you, so your friends and yourself had the great idea that you probably should write her letters until the ski trip, too bad you've mistaken her locker with jang wonyoung's, the most popular girl in school.

warning: maybe kind of social anxiety (?), not really but enemies to lovers.

(sorry for any grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language!)

genre: fluff, maybe a little angst.

ever since you came into high school, you catch yourself staring at An Yujin, the volleyball team's captain. your friends were quick to noticed how you would ramble about her, pure admiration filling your voice.

she was sat next to you in math and would explained you what you weren't understanding, you swore you fell in love, but she never seemed to care more than that.

"—you're so right ! she will like me with that." you affirmed as Rei raised an eyebrow at you.

"are you really sure this gonna work?"

"well, people like poetry!" you defended yourself as Gaeul giggled leaning back on her chair.

"what do you mean? how laufey and pinkpantheress' lyrics are supposed to be poetry-?"

"it is!" you cut off Rei, making the one that gave you the idea giggled once again.

the canteen was pretty loud. you never really liked loud places, it made you uncomfortable and tense.

—

Jang Wonyoung, high school sweetheart.

it would be a lie if she said that she don't received love confessions in her locker every weeks. in fact it was very common for her.

but this time it was beyond different.

she couldn't help herself but smile, that's when one of her friend pointed it out.

"that's laufey lyrics! i love laufey!" Liz exclaimed as Wonyoung took back the letter as soon it left her hand afraid it would be tear apart.

Leeseo raised an eyebrow as she tried to remember who kim y/n was.

"ooh! i know her!"

her?

Wonyoung eyes widened, she didn't noticed the name before. it was the very first time a girl ever confessed her love to her.

"who's she?"

"that's Yujin-unnie's math seat mate. the one that she helps a lot but ends up with perfect grades."

"i thought she had a crush on Yujin?" Liz questioned confused as she tilt her head towards the youngest.

Leeseo took out her phone as she showed the tallest your instagram.

"send me her profile, need to stalk her highlights." Wonyoung announced as Liz let out a scoff in slight shock.

it wasn't unusual.

—

"Yujin was smiling a lot more! it totally worked! guys im telling you this is working." y/n said as Gaeul shook her head smiling.

Rei thought a moment before heading her a piece of paper out of her bag.

"then write a new quote!" Rei said supportively as she placed a pencil on the offee table in front of her as she let herself fall onto Gaeul's couch.

Gaeul's parents had always good taste, it wasn't a surprise for them to have a living room this comfortable and welcoming.

Rei liked it.

you thought for a moment before writing the quote not minding Rei's curious glares nor Gaeul reading out loud as you were writing. the green pencil slipping on the sheet as your focus face made the girls smile at you. it was cute how involved you were.

"i'm doing it until the ski trip and then confess, easy-peasy!" the two girl sitting in front of you shared a glare before bursting into laughter.

you gave them a stare as they calmed down smiling like two idiots acting like nothing happened as if they didn't just made fun of you for being a little too corny.

"yah! it's not funny!" you hit Rei's shoulder with the nearest book you could laid your hand on when you heard her chucked silently.

—

Yujin smirk once again trying to reach the letter, an eyebrow raised at her volleyball teammate.

"come on, let me see! as your captain, you must–."

"it has nothing to do with volleyball!" Wonyoung defended herself as she gazed another time on the note you slid into her locker once again.

after a few more begging and whining, Wonyoung gave in as she hand the paper at Yujin. her eyes drifting from the hallway as she saw you walking with your friends.

you took a quick glance at Yujin as you watched her passing the note to Wonyoung, your face remaining confused as you let yourself drag you away an unreadable expression on your face.

in reality you were jealous, why would Yujin pass your ´love letters' to Wonyoung. why were Yujin smiling like that? was it because of you or Wonyoung's perfect annoyed face?

Wonyoung's orbits widened as she hit Yujin on the shoulder panicked.

"the fu-? what was that?" the volleyball captain rubbed her arm glaring at Wonyoung.

"she saw us!"

"who–?"

"Y/n! she looked hurt!" Yujin rolled her eyes and hit the popular girl with the same among of strength she received a while ago.

"maybe she thinks you're making fun of her, you should probably write some notes with lyrics or poems or whatever back at her."

Wonyoung froze for a second before smiling placing her hand on Yujin shoulder.

"you're a genius."

—

you kept this little game between you two going, it was now time for the ski trip and you were impatient.

when you entered the bus, you expected Yujin to wait in a seat alone like 'she' mentioned in her letter, you were quit surprise to see her seating with Liz already sharing some snacks.

"y/n, please sit down." your teacher said as every eyes in the bus fixed their stares on you.

you never liked loud place and full of people. like the bus. you hated school trips if you weren't sat down next to someone you knew.

as you were about to protest an angelic voice offered you a sit with an hesitant smile.

Jang Wonyoung, high school sweetheart.

the one you probably tell your children's about even if she was just your friend, your classmate or hallway crush.

you sat down immediately scared of the stares on you glaring at your hands wrapped around your bag.

"miffy." you turned your gaze to meet the most beautiful smile you've ever laid your eyes on.

"excuse me?"

"oh, i meant i like your miffy plushie." she explained referring to the small stuffed animal hanging on your bag.

"thank you.." you replied nervously eyeing Yujin from the corner of your eyes.

Wonyoung was nervous and came to the conclusion you were probably nervous too so she took out a piece of paper and write down something as she placed it between your hands.

confused you read the note, you couldn't help a slight smile drawing itself on your face as you replied.

"snow!" someone exclaimed really loudly as you tried to watch by the window getting closer to Wonyoung involuntarily.

"you're pretty as the snow." she blurted out without warning as you look at her like you've misheard what she said.

you just smiled and took out your earphones as you were about to play on laufey, she remembered the very first note you send her.

remarking the way she was intrigued by the song playing in your earphones, you offered her one of your airpods as you both listened to your playlist in silence.

Rei and Gaeul shared a look confused.

Liz and Leeseo also shared a look, but it was totally different. it was a knowing look. both of them smirking quickly taking a pic.

people in the van were quick to notice Wonyoung's way to look at you. it wasn't ordinary that she sat with someone else than her friends.

—

"Wonyoung? how?" Rei and Gaeul asked at the same time both of their face holding once of mixed up.

"i don't know.. she just offered."

As Gaeul asked many questions, Rei analysed Yujin's group expression as they were watching you as Wonyoung talk.

'she has a crush on, y/n.' Rei came to this conclusion as she remembered everything that happened this past few months.

what if y/n were talking with Wonyoung instead of Yujin? Rei rejected this idea, fully listening to your rambling about every little detail that happened.

"you should confess." Yujin said wrapping her arms around Wonyoung's shoulder.

"what if-"

"she already likes you!" Leeseo argued back groaning at her friend.

the snow weren't falling but the ground were full of it, white snow spread everywhere recovering the grass a little.

the mountain covered too.

—

you heard a knock on the door, it was past the bedtime.

you opened unsure as you recognised Wonyoung's figure in the slight dark as she smile.

"it snowing. wanna walk around together?" she asked holding her gloves nervously but she seemed totally confident.

you glanced behind as Rei nodded multiple times and Gaeul just looked not understanding the whole situation as lost as you.

"wait, let me put on my coat." you replied, closing the door behind you.

you looked petrified.

"what's going on!?" you whispered-yelled, panicking.

"just go! Wonyoung seemed to be into you-"

"dont say things like that. she obviously likes Yujin too. she's like my enemie."

"a friendly enemie then." Gaeul joked, earning a slight scoff from the other one.

after what seemed an eternity, you finally showed yourself back ready to walk out.

it was quiet, a little cold but peaceful.

"i enjoy quiet things.."

Wonyoung nodded, she already knew that. you already told her in a note of yours. that's why she offered you a walk at night.

the snow hitting your shoes as you walked both of your hands inside your pockets.

she sighed as she stopped walking.

"i like you too." she confessed as your turn away.

"huh?"

"i like you too." she repeated.

you looked around maybe thinking that Yujin was too nervous to say it so she sent Wonyoung.

"does Yujin sent you?"

"pardon me?"

a weird atmosphere took place over your heads, it wasn't calm and peaceful, it was now tense and electric. like a bomb waiting to explode.

"the lyrics notes you sent me-"

"i didn't sent those to you." you harshly let out without thinking about your tone twice.

then it hit both of you at the same time. like connecting the dots together.

you realised you've been sending all these cute things full of love to the wrong person. to Jang Wonyoung, your friendly enemie.

silence.

dead silence.

"i'm sorry–." you tried to explained yourself out of this big misunderstanding.

"i'm so stupid." she murmured to herself, tears forming into the taller eyes.

"sorry, y/n. i won't be taking to much on your time anymore." she kept her head low avoiding your eyes.

shame.

she throw a paper away, leaving you alone under the lights of a street lamp apologising once again almost running away from you.

you didn't move, you just kneel down to pick up the piece of paper and your heart broke when you met your handwriting.

laufey lyrics, your very first note.

"Wonyoung!" you called as if she was still there but she was no longer in sight, probably running to her dorm.

and she had.

walking back to your dorm like a lost puppy, not knowing how to feel. you were sure of one thing, you didn't like Yujin anymore, at least not as much as you thought.

when you entered the dorm, Gaeul and Rei almost ran to you with big smirks as tears formed into your eyes.

the dorm was mostly in brown and pale blue tone, you liked it, it was welcoming.

"i've been sending letters to her. she likes me." you said between cries.

you weren't sure about the reason of your crying, maybe it was the disappointment of not winning Yujin's heart or breaking Wonyoung's heart. or maybe it was both or none.

Gaeul let you cry on your shoulder, she didn't saw that coming but Rei did. she knew something was off, she just decided to ignore it from the beginning.

"but you like Yujin?"

"i don't know! i like the person i wrote to, because Yujin was just a slight crush before the notes. i grew to like her because of those."

Rei sighed and caressed your back as you cried.

"you like Wonyoung's personality with Yujin's face." Rei tried to explained.

this whole month you've been dreaming of dates with Yujin, but she wasn't the one you truly like. she wasn't the one that truly liked you too.

you wiped your tears away.

"i like Wonyoung. i want Wonyoung." you sternly said determinedly.

"but–."

—

she avoided you all week.

ski trip was almost over and even if you made a promise to yourself to confess to Yujin, now it was different since the Yujin you liked, was Wonyoung. you had to confess to Wonyoung.

"it's impossible to find you at day." you said as Wonyoung turned around in shock as she stood up from the sofa in the hostel's living room.

"what are you doing here–?"

"Yujin told me you would be here." you simply answered making your way closer to her.

she felt chest getting heavy, ready for any kind of rejection. she was ready for your yells and cries and whatever you were about to throw her.

you took a deep breath.

"i think i like you. i fell for the person i wrote to this past few months."

"but, you liked Yujin."

"i did, i thought i did. but it wasn't as much as i was supposed to like her after this whole letter thing. so it means i like you."

"y/n–"

"i like you, im sure. i've never been more sure." Wonyoung didn't know where the confidence came from but she was kinda liking it.

silence.

it was different from last time you two had a silence between you two, this one it was pure of another kind of tension.

you walked closer.

"look how much i like you." you grabbed her by the collar, and you crashed your lips onto hers.

she kissed back with passion and hunger, like she had been craving for your lips. it was slow yet meaningful. her hands caressing your waist as you let her.

"this is how much i like you too."

and you did it, confess before the end of ski trip. but you did it to Wonyoung instead.

Jang Wonyoung, your sweetheart.

BONUS: first and last notes you sent her !!

#x reader #gxglesbianlgbt #x female reader #lgbtq #wlw #jang wonyoung #jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x reader #ive x reader

[maybe-its-5sos]

Try again (Toshinori Yagi Smut)

Requested: no

Summary: You want to add another addition to the family, he’s unsure.

Word Count: 1695

Warning(s): Self-doubt, Smut

“So What I think doesn’t matter?” You question sitting down next to Yagi on the couch.

Tho you’d been with him for years and have 2 kids, he still occasionally gets into these strange thought patterns. Yes, his self esteem has been low ever since he lost use of his All Might form, but you thought that you having been with him for so long would be worth something.

“Of course it does, dear!” His eyes shoot towards yours, as if searching for something.

“Well then, listen to me, I married you because I love you, all of you. Furthermore I prefer you in your smaller form and I’ve told you as much as thousand times. I know it’s not easy, and I know you feel down, but you need to remember that people still love you no matter what!” You say, taking a sip of your tea, offering Toshi his own cup. He takes it, looking like he’s deep in thought.

“You’re right” he says looking at you again with a smile, but it seemed a bit hollow, like he didn’t truly believe it. You decided to not push the matter further for now as your 9 year old barges into the living room from his room. “ Dad! Look” he says excitedly, he had fashioned his blanket into a cape. You smile wiggling your eyebrows at your husband.

He goes to play with him and your 6 year old joins in, playing as a villain.

You thought the ruckus in your house would never stop as your family spent their day off playing heroes and villains and god whatever else came to their creative brilliant little minds. Your husband played along with all of it.

By the end of the night, the kids were so worn out, getting them to bed was a dream. They were sleeping pretty much the second their heads hit the pillow.

You were in your bedroom, getting ready for bed as Yagi joined you. “Hey, I wanna talk to you about something when you have a moment.” You tell your loving husband as you put on your baggy sleep shirt. “What’s on your mind, darling?” He inquired.

“ I want another kid.” You blurt out, looking away, worried about his reaction. A breath hitches in his throat causing him to cough. “Y/n, Im not sure that would be a good idea, the kids would have a pretty big age gap and I don’t know if I could keep up with another kid…” he says, nudging you to face him, putting a finger under your chin to lift it, getting you to look at him.

“I know… but I miss being pregnant” you trail off. “Why would you want another child with someone like me? When we had our boys I was still All might, I still had something to offer.” He confesses quietly. Doubts swirling in his mind. It was true, you had your youngest long before his quirk became nearly un usable. It always worried him, not being able to protect his family anymore, he also thought you would lose your interest in him. To his surprise you had stayed steadfast in your love and adoration for him.

You shoot him a glare, “I love you no matter what Toshi, You have so much more to offer than just being a hero and I still don’t care what form you’re in.” You tell him, giving him a reassuring peck. In all honesty, if you had the time and he had the energy, you’d have a gaggle of kids by now. You’d be jumping his bones at every and any opportunity. Sadly tho, with your family keeping both of you busy and his injuries hindering his sex drive, that hasn’t been a possibility.

“I don’t know” he says nervously. “Just think about it, even if the answer is no, I would appreciate you giving it a thought.” You tell him, looking at him with a slightly sad look. He caught it immediately but didn’t say anything about it, giving you a nod.

Getting in bed, you fall asleep tho a little restless, he on the other hand couldn’t sleep. Toshis thoughts were racing.

He wanted to give you want you want. He always had. But at the same time he was unsure if he could handle another kid. Yagi loves his boys and would do anything in his power for them. Could he have another?

Before he knew it, the blaring alarm, rays of sunshine and tussling from your side of the bed awoken him from a slumber he didn’t even realise he was in. He keeps his eyes shut, trying to get a little more sleep while you get out of bed and make your way to the kitchen.

Cheerful giggles fill your home and delightful smells of food tingle the nose. Toshi shuffles towards the kitchen, stopping when he sees you three. Playfully preparing breakfast. The youngest is holding the spatula, while the oldest is getting things out of the fridge to set on the table. You’re cutting up fruit as you giggle at your youngest making goofy faces.

They look so much like a younger version of their father. You always wonder where your genetics disappeared to.

The breakfast was delicious, even if Toshi couldn’t eat a whole lot and everyone was all giggles. Today was the end of the weekend, meaning the boys needed to clean up their rooms and do all their homework. And man does Yagi find it sexy when you go into teacher mode. You run a tight ship. The boys already know the routine.

Your husband’s heart flutters as he watches you help your oldest do his math as the youngest also listens tho he clearly doesn’t fully understand what you’re going on about. Maybe he truly does want another kid.

Getting back to the bedroom, the boys clean and in bed, getting ready to go to sleep yourself. Toshi comes out from the shower a beautiful wide sparkling smile on his face. “I think I’m okay with trying for another.”

“What?” You question, what he said not quite registering. “ I want another baby, unless you’ve changed your mind, dear” He explains, his smile slightly faltering. “Really?!” You whisper shriek. He nods, his smile even brighter than before, you swear that smile could make you melt if you looked at it long enough.

You smash your lips into his, pulling him into a passionate kiss as you pull him closer by the drawstrings on his pj pants. “Are you sure?” You say catching your breath. “Yes.” He chuckles. As you make your way towards your bed.

He gently pulls the shirt you just put on over your head, throwing it on the ground together with his pj pants. He’s already starting to pitch a tent in his underwear. He’s gently kissing down your neck as you gently play with his hair. He reaches your breasts, gently nuzzling one as he squeezes the other, a gentle hum escaping you.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n” he says, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He gently suckles on in, soon switching to the other. “ I wish we had time to do this more often” you murmur. He chuckles lowly, kissing down your abdomen, getting closer and closer to your core.

He gently nibbles on the soft supple skin of your inner thigh, earning a slight arch of the back from you.

He gently removes your panties, rubbing a finger in your folds. Soon his tongue follows. He’s eating you out like it’s his last supper, earning moans and groans from you, your hand stuck in his hair unable to contain your pleasure. You can feel a mile on his face as he gets you this riled up. He knows he can’t last as long as he used to, so he makes sure you feel as good as possible before the main act.

Euphoria hits you as your muscles clench, begging for a release. His tongue hits your clit perfectly, throwing you off of the cliff, bliss clouding your mind.

“ I need you” you moan, as Toshi gets back on top of you while you try to push his underwear off. He assists you revealing his massive member. Even after all these years, you’ve still never quite gotten used to it. Didn’t help that he was gone so often. “ I love you, y/n” he tells you as he’s lining himself up, giving you a deep, passionate kiss. It feels like he needs you, in a way that could never be described. It’s so loving yet needy.

“ Are you ready, sweetie?” He groans. “Yeah” you moan in anticipation. He gently pushes into you, giving you a bit of time to adjust. You roll your hips into him, signalling for him to move.

The thrusts are slow, deep and sweet. He’s making love to you like it’s the first time, no matter how many times you’ve been in this situation. He’s always just so sweet and caring. His hips roll into yours so naturally, like you’re made for each other. Youre both trying to keep it down, but it feels so good that some quiet groans escape both of you. Yagis pace quickening as his climax is getting closer.

You pull him closer, your nails gently grazing his back. He’s kissing your neck, sucking on the skin here and there but not hard enough to leave marks. Your becoming more and more breathless as you get closer to your second cumming.

His thrusts become jagged and less rhythmic as you feel him twitch in you. A few more thrusts later, you climax again, him following shortly after. He stays inside as his seed shoots into you, his breaths short and body being held up by just his elbows. Yagi shoots you a bright smile, kissing your cheek. “Hopefully that did the trick” he chuckles, slowly pulling out and laying down next to you.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” you beam, sending him a wink, a deep blush gracing his cheeks.

“I love you, y/n”

“I love you too, Toshi”

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-K

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[kassiekole22]

im so excited to be able to share this request with you! 🥺 — could you do a headcanon with syzoth x princess!reader? *in my mind she's mileena and kitana's sister. — and she doesn't feel so included among the sisters and finds comfort among "the banished"

Ok, so just a warning: When I read this, I thought you wanted a fic. And I was already deep into this when I realized that you wanted headcanons. 😂 So if you want, I can still do the headcanons for you too. Just let me know! 🙂 And to my other requests, your fics are on their way! Anyway, here it is! My first ever Syzoth X Fem!Reader fic! Enjoy! 💚🖤💚🖤

No Longer Alone

Description: Being stuck in your sisters' shadows was never easy, especially when you live in the royal family of Outworld. You always felt as if you came in last compared to them and felt so alone. That is until one day when a mysterious man literally crashes your festival... Warnings: Fluff, Sad And Lonely Reader And Sad And Lonely Syzoth. Word Count: 2.6k MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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Never would I have thought that on that day — the day a strange man came crashing into our festival — that my life would change for the better forever. As much as it pained me, I wasn't allowed to interfere when the man went into battle with my sister. Being the youngest of the three royal sisters of Outworld, I was bound to the sidelines as I watched my sisters deal with any situation — unless they needed more numbers in a battle, of course.

I knew that they were only protecting me and that they didn't want to put my life in danger unless it was really necessary, but I couldn't help but feel left out. It was as if no one took me seriously — as a princess or a fighter — and that stung worse than any wound I would ever receive in any battle.

I sat on a nearby stool, watching the altercation from afar. It worried me, watching my sisters battle with no way to aid them. But I had no choice. I was damned to just sit and watch — just like the people I've been told are beneath us. Though I never really thought they were. What right did I have — someone who was born into royalty — to sit there and claim that my life was more valuable than any other. It just felt wrong. After some time, the fight seemed to come to an end with both the man and my sister seemingly not severely harmed. And then surprisingly, my two sisters approached me with the young man at their side.

I couldn't keep my eyes from following the man as he came forth. He seemed so different — so... Beautiful. There was something about him that lured me in. I just couldn't place my finger upon it at the time.

"(Y/N)," My sister — Kitana — addressed me and I stood.

"Yes, sister?" I responded as I stepped closer and bowed my head as a symbol of respect. It was what mother taught me to do, since my sisters were older and wiser than myself.

"This is Syzoth — he has come to aid us in upcoming battles." She notified me while introducing the mysterious man.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Syzoth." I greeted him kindly. "I am (Y/N). The third daughter of King Jerrod and Queen Sindel."

The man nodded with a smile stretching the corners of his lips and — to my surprise — he bowed before me. "It's my pleasure, princess."

I had never earned that type of respect from someone so soon. Being so young in a family of royals, many don't appreciate me the way I — at least — felt I deserved. I let my eyes linger upon the man as he stood to his full height and smiled warmly in my direction. He was so different compared to anyone I had ever met before.

After letting out a slightly annoyed sigh, Mileena broke the silence that had fallen between us all. "Sister, show Syzoth to one of our guest cabins by the castle. He can rest there for the time being."

I nodded eagerly and my sister handed me a key to said cabin, and then I gestured to the man to follow me in the direction I was planning on going. As I began walking down the stone road with him at my side, I could hear Kitana call out with concern filling her tone, "Be cautious, sister!"

I shook my head as an amused smile curled my lips. She was always so concerned for my well-being. But she should know that I can very much take care of myself. After all, they both made sure to train me well.

Most of the walk was silent until I noticed how the man watched his surroundings with much curiosity. He looked at everything as if it was new to him. I couldn't keep myself from glancing over in his direction once in a while just to watch his interesting behavior. 

'Is he from another realm?'

"So — where do you hail from, my friend?" I asked as we turned down a new pathway, leading towards where the guest cabins were.

"Oh, I'm from Outworld." He replied, much to my surprise. "Just not these parts of Outworld..."

The comment very much intrigued me and I wanted to know more, "Not this part?" I pushed carefully.

"Ever heard of Zaterra?" He asked with a hint of resentment and... Something else in his voice. Perhaps sorrow? I couldn't help but wince as the word greeted my ears and I responded with a simple and rather nervous, "oh..."

We reached the cabin but just as we went to say our goodbyes and part ways, I noticed a pretty deep and bloody gash on his right bicep. Being used to tending to my sisters' battle wounds when nurses weren't accessible, I knew the right thing to do was offer assistance.

"My — that wound looks pretty deep. I think there is a medical kit in the bathroom of this cabin. Do you want me to clean you up?" I offered kindly and he quickly shook his head.

"No, princess. I've already disturbed your night enough. Go enjoy the rest of your festival."

I mirrored his previous actions by shaking my head, denying his refusal. "No, I insist. It will only take a few minutes of my time."

After a minute of hesitation, the man accepted my offer with a nod of his head. I opened the door of the cabin with the key my sister had given me, we entered the cozy place and I instantly headed straight to the bathroom to retrieve the medical kit.

Once I returned a few minutes later with the needed items in hand, I saw Syzoth sitting on the couch in the middle of the room, looking around at his surroundings curiously like before. I found it oddly cute, how he seems so fascinated with all around him. I decided to watch his actions for a minute longer, before entering the room to greet the man once again.

I sat down right beside him on the couch, and quickly got to work on his wounded arm. He would flinch every once in a while, but he was pretty good at staying still for me. The room fell silent for the time being but it was actually fairly nice. He watched as I cleaned and bandaged his arm, but I didn't feel judged or criticized like I usually did whenever I was being trained by my sisters or mother. I felt... Rather calm with this man. I liked it.

"There you go — all better now." I announced as I finished wrapping the soft cloth around his muscular arm as carefully as I could.

He looked down at his arm for a moment, carefully inspecting the bandage before looking up at me with a grateful grin.

"Thank you, princess. You did a wonderful job."

I could quickly feel my cheeks stinging with heat and I instantly looked away to hide the blush I knew had stained them crimson. As a royal, I knew I couldn't mingle with one my family didn't approve of first. And besides, he could never feel that way for me anyway. Growing up, all the men in my village were always attracted to my sisters like moths to a fire. And it seemed to me that I was the lavender that repelled them. They haven't wanted me all my life, so why would they now? I quickly looked for anything to steer the conversation in a new direction and distract the man from my rose-dusted skin.

"Um... So, I must ask..." I began, struggling to find words as I thought hard of a good question to ask him — anything to steer the conversation away from dangerous territory. "I've never seen Zaterra, but I have heard stories about it from my ancestors. You don't necessarily look Zaterran. Were you adopted?"

The man stared at me for a moment with a blank expression — as if I had just said the most obsurde thing he had ever heard — before laughing heartedly for a few minutes. He shook his head as he calmed down from his fit of giggles, finally looking back at me with a large smile of amusement.

"No, I am not adopted. I am indeed Zaterran, princess." He informed me. Still being very confused, I just had to push for a clearer answer. 

"I do not understand. You look so— so—"

"Human?"

"Yeah,"

At that moment, Syzoth leaned forwards and lowered his voice as if to tell me something that was only meant for my ears to hear. I leaned in closer — until our faces were merely inches apart — and it had just then dawned on me that I had never been this close to a man before. My heart began racing as I felt his hot breath fan my skin like a warm summer's breeze. I was sure that I was blushing again.

I could see his face better now — every little detail of his tattoo, his beautiful light green eyes, the aged scars that were across his face and soft pink lips. I wanted to run my fingers along the inked design to see what it felt like, his soft green eyes lured me in like a wolf to the stars at night, and those soft pink lips... I wondered at that moment what it would be like if I leaned in a little closer and let them gently caress my own — how good would that feel? But then his low voice finally brought me back out of my little fantasy.

"Can you keep something only between you and me?" He whispered in a volume so quiet, I almost couldn't catch the words to comprehend them. I nodded slowly and he stood up from his spot, backing away from the couch. "Promise me you won't be frightened, princess?"

Though that last sentence did make me a bit worried and nervous, I nodded my head in agreement. Merely a few seconds later, the man disappeared. I was pretty confused but then suddenly a large, reptilian creature appeared right before me. He stood around 8-9ft tall, towering over me as he licked his big fangs. I could only gasp as my eyes stayed focused upon the creature — my body now completely frozen in shock. I couldn't comprehend how this beautiful man could transform into a reptilian creature. It seemed impossible. But it was Outworld, so I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised.

The creature then came forward and lowered his head to my side, showing that he had no intention of devouring me like my ancestors told me Zaterrans do. I placed my hand upon the top of his head and stroked his scales a few times to show that I wasn't afraid of him in his — I suppose natural form. He let out a low rumble that emitted from his chest and I couldn't help but giggle a little bit at the fact that he enjoyed the affection much like a tamed dog. He was actually quite a beautiful creature. I always had an appreciation for reptiles that my family could never understand.

The creature eventually backed away and suddenly, Syzoth was once again in his human form. He stood before me with a rather cheeky smile set on his lips. Whether he found it amusing how shocked I was or was just happy that I didn't run away, I am unsure. He approached the couch and sat down once again, staring into my eyes with almost hopeful ones.

"When my people found out about my "curse", I was terrorized and run out. They called me a freak..." He peered down to his hands folded in his lap as he whispered the last sentence as if it hurt his heart to speak those words, and that hurt my heart as well. Because in a way, I knew what it was like to be treated differently than others. "But that's why I'm here: To make a new and rewarding life for myself."

"You're not a freak," I exclaimed with a reassuring smile while placing my hand on his own. He glanced up at me as if he was surprised to hear me say those words — lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. "And I don't think it's a curse; It's a gift."

"So you are not afraid, princess?" He asked with a hint of nervousness in his tone and I shook my head.

"Of course not, Syzoth. I think your Zaterran form is rather beautiful. And you must be a mighty good fighter?" I nudged his shoulder playfully with my own and he huffed a short laugh.

"Perhaps once you are queen, I can be your protector?" He suggested as his lips curved up into a pretty attractive smirk. My heart began to beat faster once again for only a second until his words finally sunk in.

"Unfortunately, that won't be possible." I mentioned and he looked at me with confusion etched in his features. I figured that I should explain more thoroughly. "My sister — Mileena — is next in line to inherit the throne from our mother. I will never be queen of Outworld."

"Oh, I am sorry." He spoke sincerely and I simply shook my head to dismiss his apology, despite being grateful towards his empathy.

"It's fine, Syzoth. I am truly proud of my sister's accomplishments. I just wasn't meant to be a ruler." I gave him a faint smile to mask my hidden sorrow but it was plainly clear that he could see right through it. He had only known me for an hour and he could somehow see through the cracks of my porcelain mask of lies better than my family could. How funny is that?

He stared at me as if he was examining my features for a moment, before speaking in the softest tone I had ever heard spoken, "Well, you could be the queen of my heart instead?"

Coincidentally with his words, I felt my heart stop for a second as they sunk into my mind. My thoughts were racing around my mind at such fast speeds, that I began to feel dizzy and lightheaded.

'There is absolutely no way he just suggested— No, it's not possible— Or is it? Even if it was, there would be no way we could— By the Elder Gods, my sisters would never allow it!'

But just as I parted my lips to speak my refusal, my eyes set upon his hopeful gaze. There sat before me a man who saw my worth — who wanted to love me the way I deserved to be loved; how could I deny that?

"Syzoth," I spoke in the most soft and calm tone I could muster. I took the man's large hands within my own and smiled up at him in a loving way. "I would be honored to be the queen of your heart."

His smile broadened as his fingers clasped around my hands to hold them tight as he locked his warm gaze with my own. "Together, we will no longer be alone."

We both leaned forward and his soft lips finally collided with mine in a kiss that I had not only been waiting for for the past hour, but my whole life. It was as if color had finally been restored into my grey existence and — for the first time ever — I knew something that was finally set in stone — I knew that I would no longer be alone.

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[raineydays411]

My Fathers Daughter pt 10

A different perspective

Dick Grayson has always been used to being the first.

He was the first Robin, the first son, the first to be picked for almost anything.

Hell he was the first child as far as he knew. So imagine his surprise when he finds out his mother not only has a whole secret daughter, but one that she completely abandoned.

He could still hardly believe it.

He couldn't stop thinking about the night they found out about her. The look on Christine's face, it was one he's never seen before. The look of shock and almost disbelief, like she had seen a ghost.

In a way she did.

The ghost of the life she left behind with Tony and Y/n Stark. Now Christine was trying so desperately to revive it. As if she didn't murder it with her own hands. And while Dick himself had reservations with these actions, Christine was his mother before anything, and he was going to help her no matter what.

So here he was, standing outside the bedroom of his mothers long lost daughter, trying to figure out something to say. It shouldn't be too hard, seeing as Jason of all people managed to get you to open up.

And yet, here he is. Unable to muster up the courage to simply knock on the door.

"This is fucking ridiculous", Dick thinks to himself, "Just knock, what's the worst that can happen?"

Lost in his own thoughts, Dick didn't notice the shadow under the door, and was startled by the sudden swing of it opening and you standing there.

"I can hear your thinking over my music." You said a little annoyed," Is there something I can do for you or...?"

Dick blinked trying to gather all of his thoughts, he really didn't know what to say to you. This is the first time you've said more than three syllables to him.

You stared back, face revealing how uncomfortable you were getting with this prolonged eye contact.

"Riiiight, so im just gonna" You say taking steps to shut the door in his face

"Wait!" The raven haired man shouts, "Wait, please."

You stop with a sigh and open the door, inviting him in, " Alright, come on."

Dick walks in, looking around at the room that actually used to be his when he first moved in.

He mentions as much trying to break the awkward silence.

"Hm, and you were okay staying in a room that was copied from a dracula movie?" You say snarkily

"Well to be fair I was 12 and watched my parents die in front of me, I wasn't really looking at the decor." He says half joking.

You made a face and looked away, feeling even more awkward.

"Anyways, I just wanted to you know...see how you were settling in" Dick starts, " Its been a few months and it feels like we hardly even see you."

You pause, thinking of what to say. But before you even have a chance to say anything Dick continues.

"You know, moms really excited that you're here." He starts, " Honestly I don't think I've ever seen her this excited over anything. She's usually very level headed."

You stare at him

"I mean, you know how she is I suppose she is your mother too."

You stare

"I know she probably really missed you, she gets lonely sometimes you know? Everyone here usually has their own thing going on and we don't really get to see her as much."

Nothing from you

" Well, I guess she see's Damian more than any of us but that's because he's basically her baby."

Okay...that hurt

"I mean, I think he was the youngest when he came to use, I think he was like nine or something. And he was not the easiest to get along with. So don't worry that he hasn't warmed up to you yet."

You hum, already irritated with this conversation.

"He's also really protective of our mom, she's done alot to make sure their relationship is as good as it is." he says offhandedly, " Actually she's done it for all of us."

"Oh really?" You ask with no real intrest.

"Yeah! I remember one time when I was little she always made it a point to spend time with me even though she was so busy." He says fondly.

You decide to play along and remince on the memories that you buried long ago.

"You know, when I was younger, Christine used to take me out of school and take me to see ballet shows." You say with a slight smile, " I was in classes back then and loved watching the older girls dance."

Dick smiled, feeling as if he made some progress with you, " Really? I think she actually takes Cassie and Steph to those sometimes, you should ask to tag along I'm sure she'll love it."

You cringe, feeling another needle in your heart. Not even your memerioes were sacred.

"Yeah no thanks." You reply harshly, " I don't like ballet anymore."

Dick pauses, shocked at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

"I--"

And before he can say anything you cut him off, feigning a yawn

"Hey look, not that I don't love our little chats, but I am beat."

"Oh! right, sorry I guess it is getting a bit late.."Dick say hopping up from your bed and walking to the door, " Y/n, you know its really nice talking to you. You should try and open up more."

You smile sarcastically, " you know, something you and mother have in common is that you both like talking at me, not to me."

And with that you shut the door, promptly ending the conversation and sending Dick spiraling.

In fact, the statement bothered him so much that he went seeking a second opinion.

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"Yeah... I don't know how to help you man."

"Oh come on! Jason, you and her are like...bosom buddies or something."

"Bosom buddies? How old are you?" Jason scoffs, " Look, what you and everyone here doesn't understand is that Y/n has a family waiting for her. She's not going to except mom as her mom because her mom is still alive and well."

"But...technically our mom is her mom." Dick says hesitantly, " And if I were her I'd be thrilled to have my mom back."

"Dick. Your mom didn't abandon you for a different family." Jason says annoyed he's not getting it, "What the hell is wrong with you, you're usually so level headed about this stuff?"

Dick pauses.

To be honest he doesn't know why he's being so hard headed about the whole situation.

He knows that he doesn't like seeing his mother sad, and lately seeing her face when you reject every move she maked to make amends is heartbreaking to him.

That was his mother. The woman who took him in as her own when his biological parents died.

The same woman that stayed by his side no matter how moody, rude, and bratty he first acted when he first arrived. She took his grief on as her own and basically put him back together along with Bruce. He can still remember the night he considered her his mother.

He had just started out as Robin, and had just got back from patrol. It was a rough night.

First, it was the middle of autumn and raining heavily, he and Bruce weren't getting along this particular night and he overall was just having a bad night. So needless to day he was a little rougher with the baddies he was fighting tonight.

Bruce had already reprimanded him throughout the night about his unnecessary force but Dick did not want to hear it. It got so bad that Dick was just going off own his own without Batmans orders, and thats where the trouble began.

Dick had jumped the gun again, throwing himself into a fight with some drug dealers , not realizing that there were one too many for a fourteen year old to handle by himself. They quickly overpowered him, and ganged up on the poor boy.

He was given quite the beating before Batman caught up to him and basically saved him.

In pain and with a bruised ego, he had to listen to yet another lecture from the irritated (actually extremely worried) dark knight, and one from Alfred who was also extremely worried while he cleaned up the child.

He has finally marched to his room in a huff and after he shut the door, was finally able to reveal in the fact that he almost died. He was lost in thought, finally feeling the fear and pain in every move he made as he tried to crawl under the covers when he heard a knock on the door.

In she came, with a tray of goodies she personally made,staying home from a business trip he had known she was going to go on. She crawled into the bed with him, held him to her chest and allowed him to cry.

"You may be a big brave superhero" She said to him, " But here in this home, you're my son. My baby, and you are allowed to cry if you need to. I won't judge you. I won't say a word."

And he did. He cried.

He cried because he was hurting. He cried because he was angry. Angry because he was beat up. Because he was lectured all night. Because he missed his parents.

But most of all, because he felt as if he was forgetting them. He was having such a good time at the Wayne manor, grew to love the Waynes as the parents they intended to be to him. He felt as if he was betraying his parents. The parents that had raised him up to that point.

And here he was, laying cuddled up to Christine the same way he would with his mother. But at this point the two of them are blurring together, to the point where he can't tell where his mother ends and Christine starts.

This woman, took him in and wrapped him in love.

Love that he thought he would never feel again after that tragic night.

A love that, he honestly cannot imagine never having.

It was something that he couldn't begin to repay her. He wouldn't know how. Where to start.

Rekindling his mother with the daughter she lost. Gave up.

That was the least he could do. He'd do it for her.

But, after the conversation he had with Jason, he went home and thought about it. Actually really thought about it.

The year he came into the Wayne's lives, Christine stopped going on her business trips.

Not all at once, but she would push them back.

Usually because Dick had needed her.

She pushed her trips back until eventually, she just stopped going.

She hadn't said much, just saying that she realized that she was needed at home more than they needed her over there. But even at that age, Dick noticed she was sad. She kept her composure around the family, but once Dick had seen her crying in a pantry deleting something off her phone.

He had thought it was weird but after a few months she was okay.

No crying, no sadness.

And... now that he thinks about it. While he was being wrapped up in love there was another child in New York, who's life was being completely unraveled. All because of him.

And maybe...the reason he was trying so hard to rekindle you and Christine wasn't really because of Christine.

But because since that night, the night you were revealed to be her daughter, he did the math. And he just wanted to give you back the mother he unknowingly stole away from you.

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[angsthology]

INTRODUCTION

get to know our (my) favorite driver!

a/n hi hey hello my first f1 related work (barely but whatever). still fairly new here so please (kindly, gently) correct me if im wrong about something or if ur up to it, be my tutor

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

let’s start easy: she was born in 2000

joined the grid in 2022

her driving number is 50

why? i’ll tell u later

literally only has like... one or two (three at best) friends outside the grid

she’s the youngest daughter

her team isnt exactly specified cause im too lazy to organize... anythin

so despite it not being true, she always felt like she’s in her her siblings’ shadow

(man i told u, projecting)

she is multitalented

(cause she always need to one up who, she doesnt know)

she plays instruments

including the following: bass, drums (especially when she’s angry), electric guitar, saxophone, keytar

currently learning the violin

avid watcher of sitcoms

people describe her fashion sense as “probably whatever’s clean” but somehow always works

girl barely has a color palette shes just ooo cool okay i get

freezes every time she spots jenson button

(girl, same)

probably has split personalities but no one rlly bats an eye

“be yourself”

“...which one?”

yeah, thats her

like ive said before, she feels to be in her siblings shadow despite the fact that out of them all... she’s probably the one that makes the most money

she ice skate too...

the grid barely blinks an eye anymore when she drops a random fact about herself

the random facts is actually just talents that a normal human being probably couldnt

point is... shes just a box of surprises

you’ll never know what you’ll get next

thats all i got rn the rest will tell all (idk what im saying)

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[rockstarsmut]

𝐯!𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧? 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: loss of virginity, oral BOTH receiving!, very smutty. VERY. bestfriends to lovers.

minors do NOT interact, Or do. We don’t care.

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It was a Saturday night in California 84’. You were currently living with your rockstar best- friends known as METALLICA, a very well known band and you weren’t with them all of the time because of the fame but because when you guys were all in high school you were popular and they weren’t, but you treated them with kindness which is what they loved about you, it made you and them get close. And now you’re living with them. And you make ask why? Why live with a bunch of boys? well, you didn’t have much family, and living alone scared the crap out of you so they offered and you took them up on it, it’s been 2 years since you guys have all lived together and everything had gone well. you guys would go to as you say “rich people places” Which was clubs, big parties in million dollar mansions and meeting many celebrities. You enjoyed all of it, but what you enjoyed most was being with your best friend through all of it, Kirk Hammett. You had always liked Kirk in a way, I mean he was fucking perfect. He had long curly hair, he had a sexy fucking body, and his smile. His smile was the best thing ever. He had pearly whites, he took good care of himself. It’s what made him different than the other boys. But as we back track to today, It’s November 18, 1984. Kirk’s birthday, you and the other boys planned to throw hin a party at an obviously HUGE house since Kirk was known by many people, this was mostly James idea since he loved partying and drinking more then anything in the world, oh and don’t forget the groupies. But you decided to go to the house early to set up all the things needed for the party, He was turning 22, he was 2 years older then you and all the boys but yet he looked the youngest, and the sexiest. You decided to stop by a balloon store to get the numbers 22 and Kirk’s name, you wanted it to be special since he was a special man to you. You also drove to 5 different liquor stores, got about 1000 dollars of liquor (MANY people were coming) and got a bunch of food, and party supplies, meanwhile James,cliff,lars and Kirk were busy making music, Kirk knew nothing about the party tho. As you got the big house you called James to come help you, as soon as he got there you and him finished up everything as quick as you could since the party was supposed to start at 6 and it was already 5:30 and you could hear people pulling up in the driveway. This was your cue to go get Kirk from the studio. You decided to go alone since James had to let everyone in. You decided to phone Kirk. “Kirk I’m on my way to pick you up. Don’t ask questions just come out now.” You say hanging up not even letting him reply as you pull up to the studio. Seeing him in such a sexy but out of theme outfit, a Madonna shirt with jeans, classical Kirk. “You couldn’t dress any better Kirk it’s your birthday.” you whine as he gets into the car. “Well missy im not doing anything for my birthday implying I don’t need to wear a nice outfit, anyway what are you picking me up for?” He gives you a look. “Well it’s a surprise” you giggle driving to the party. You weren’t one for parties and neither was Kirk, that’s why you told James this was a bad idea. As soon as we pulled up his smile faded. “y/n you know I don’t like parties” he whines giving you the puppy eyes. damn it Hammett. “I know Kirk I know but this is what James wanted to do for you so please act happy as this took me and James a while.” you plead making him nod as you guys get out the car. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRK THE MAN” James yells catching everyone’s attention as they all go tell Kirk happy birthday. you decided to go the indoor bar and sit down and have a drink. Margaritas was always your first choice. “One margarita please” you say as u see Kirk sit next to you “never mind 2 please” you tell the man as he prepares your drink. “thank you y/n for preparing everything I would love to enjoy this but you know I hate these things. “well then what do you say we finish our drinks and just go chill upstairs? I mean I rented this place for the whole night so we can just waste away upstairs?” you say.

“alright then y/n you got a deal” he smiles as the man gives you guys the margaritas which you quickly finish to get upstairs as soon as possible. “the room is is this way idiot” you laugh as he tried going into a closet. “wow it’s big” he gasps seeing the king sized bed and huge glass windows. “So you’re finally 22 huh? what a big boy” you laugh earning a chuckle from him. “You’re almost there you know your 21 y/n” he says as you frown sarcastically. “you know I’m almost 22 and still haven’t had sex” you look at him as he laughs a little. “There’s no way you’re a virgin y/n, no fucking way” he states clearly not joking making you a little embarrassed of what you just told him.” I know it’s embarrassing it’s just I’ve never trusted anyone enough to touch me, everyone now is just interested in sex and not about personality but I guess I was just thinking about the way it was in movies.” you sigh laying down on the bed as he does the same. “I’m a virgin to y/n.” he says earning a huge gasp from you. “how are you a fucking virgin?” you get up asking him seriously. “well y/n did you ever think that maybe I think the same way as you and don’t want to use a women just for pleasure?” he questions as you realize he was right. “I’m sorry it’s just that your so handsome and like I thought you had lost it already, my bad” you look at him earning a little smirk from him knowing you had just called him handsome, something you have never done.”you think I’m handsomeee” he mocks as he starts to tickle you and you both fall on the bed as he’s now hovered over you. “hi” you say looking up at him “hi” he reply’s slowly reaching to your lips, his lips were so soft. his tongue roamed around your mouth for a little as he began to take off your dress, not breaking the kiss. “Is this okay?” He says breaking the kiss asking for permission. “yes ofcourse” you pant helping him take it off as he stares at your beautiful tits, I mean your tits we’re fucking perfect to him. “How has nobody touched this beautiful fucking tits before? Hm? Im gonna be the first one huh?” He grabs your left nipple shoving it into his mouth as he rubs the other one with his free hand earning loud moans from you, you were already soaking wet from just this, and your nipples were so fucking hard. “I’m gonna touch you down here mkay? Gonna stretch you out.” He smiles removing your lacy panties sticking not 1 but 3 fingers in you causing you to whine in pain. “It’s gonna be okay baby don’t worry.” He reassures you as he continues his slow pace as your pain becomes pleasure. “mmmmm fuckk kirkkkkk” you moan obviously getting Kirk hard as fuck already. “I think I’m gonna cum Kirk oh my god” you moan loudly as your orgasm reaches you squirting all over his face. He licks the remainder of your juices. You realize he has a huge boner and you decided to return the favor pulling his pants down obviously shocking him. You realize how fucking big he is and to be honest you were scared it wouldn’t fit, but you slowly started to jerk him off earning moans and groans from him. “holy shit baby like that” he throws his head back from the pleasure your giving him. You soon put his dick in your mouth and what you can’t fit you jerk off. “holy fuckkk baby I’m about to cum” He pants as you go faster. “FUUUCKKKKK” he says arriving to his orgasm, cumming in your mouth. “I need you in me right n-now baby.” He says as you get on all fours for him as he aligns his cock with your entrance. “It’s gonna hurt a little mkay?” He tells you as you nod to him feeling him slowly pushing his tip in. you squeal in pain. “Do you want me to stop baby” he questions but you reply with no. “You can go fast now Kirk it doesn’t hurt as much” you moan. This caused Kirk to slam into you. “HOLY FUCK KIRK” you moan as he thrusts in and out of you at a very fucking fast pace. You knew you weren’t gonna last and he knew this to since you were clenching all around him. “baby you can come let it go” as soon as he said this you grab the pillows and scream as you arrive to your orgasm, him shortly arriving at his after.

he pulled out and plopped down right beside you. “That was so good y/n. Thank you for the birthday present.” He smiles kissing your cheek. “I love you Kirk” you smile.

“I love you too.”

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first Kirk smut !! Request for more

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[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Im not entirely sure what scenario specifically seems the most appealing. But what if we thought about Aemond and the youngest daughter of Rhaenys.

Rhaenys did love her two children. And they were enough for her. So when she found herself having a third, she certainly was surprised. She thought that was behind her. But a second daughter was welcome nonetheless.

While Aemond and his nephews grew up in King’s Landing, for a time she came to stay with her elder brother Laenor. Soon she might look for a match. And her mother thought it best that she become familiar with the intricacies of court before any of that. A good lesson, she cautioned. To learn that people are seldom who they present themselves. Something she should know well before talk of ANY match.

That is when Aemond first saw her. A few years above him. A young lady of 14. Not even close to grown in the eyes of her family. And he only saw her from a distance.

She was walking with his sister, Rhaenyra. Her eyes looking only forward. Her silver curls falling over her shoulders. Aemond kept staring at her as she walked away. Not a glance she spared him. Of course, why would she?

The first look she gave him it seemed, was one of shock. At Driftmark, when he lost his eye. She held her nieces close and that is when she looked at him. He decides she must have been frightened by this new “deformity” of his. She had said not a word. And yet for years, Aemond tortured himself. With the image of her walking so serenely, flowing as of right from a dream. And then her face as she looked upon him.

And as the years passed, he found himself unable to push away the images. Even more so. When a dragon had landed in the city. And a woman dismounted. A woman with silver curls.

Aemond had not expected her to ever return. He thought he was at peace. Nor did he expect her to meet his eyes and greet him. As if it was nothing. As if her eyes didn’t torment him. But now she torments him differently.

Her presence. Her voice. The way she carries herself, the way she glides through the halls. The way he begins to feel as if he’d fall on his sword would she only promise to grace him with a smile just once before the stranger takes him. He would curse her. Had he the nerve to bear it.

Instead he can’t help but watch her. He keeps his words to her brief. His actions formal. But his eye cannot help but find her.

One day she turns to him. “Have I done something to offend you cousin?”

He’s taken aback by the question. “Of course not my lady.”

She tilts her head. Looking at him with half concern. “Then why do you act as if we are strangers every time we meet?”

“Are… we not in a way? My lady.” Aemond almost lets the formality slip.

“We needn’t be.” She thinks to herself for just a moment. “Come. Why not join me for a ride?”

Aemond only offers her a skeptical look. If not a harsh one. “Why would this bother you? To be strangers? I know not much of you, and I can’t say you know much of me. Does it ever need to be more?”

She hesitates. “Maybe not…. But I confess. I feel…”

Aemond’s heart almost leaps from his chest. Oh he knows better than to assume her next words. And yet his body does.

“…. guilt. I fear it is because of the… friction between our families. You seem so uneasy in my presence. We don’t have to be close. I just don’t wish to see you straining yourself so, cousin.”

Ah, guilt. Reality stings. And angers Aemond, that he would briefly attribute anything else to her actions. She pities him. They are both grown. And yet he’s certain she will always see him as a boy. A boy she never spared a glance to.

Yet he flies with her. She challenges him to race, twirls in the air, and passes through clouds. He can hear her laughter, and see the grin on her face. The sunlight illuminates her face so well, the wind in her beautiful curls…..

Truly she must pity him. Or wish to torture him by trying to act as if she cares to get along. If only she knew how he lies awake. The sound of her laugh still in his ears.

Soon Rhaenyra and her family may return. He’s certain. And he can’t believe he finds himself looking forward to the day. Anything to distract him from this ache.

Why does she act as if she cares? Asking him questions. Even if she cares, he knows it isn’t in the way he can’t help but hope.

He does open up to her. Shamefully. All the effort he gives, all for duty. He talks of his desire for recognition. His frustrations. They come pouring out while they sit together. The books they had been reading put to the side. She rises from her chair and puts a hand on his shoulder. Saying not to stretch himself too far and torture himself with the ideas of what could have been and what will be. Don’t try to grow up too fast.

It’s half a joke maybe. But Aemond stands.

“But I am grown. Aren’t we both?” He finally looks her right in the eyes. And they pause for just a moment. Before she breaks it. Once again.

The implications of such words aren’t taken lightly.

Finally Rhaenyra does arrive. The King himself holding a dinner. That dinner…. How quickly things go awry. But when Aemond looks around, he cannot see her. She’s gone.

He slips out. Why does he need to find her? Why does it matter? He’s thrown away enough. One more risk. Just one.

He finds her by the fire. A room where they’re both alone. The light dancing in her eyes and now across them both. He calls her name and she turns. Her face is unreadable. Aemond knows it’s an awful time. But he can’t bear this a moment longer.

“Aemond-“

“Please. Please…. Let me speak.”

She sighs and looks to him. Sitting in a chair.

“I cannot bear this anymore. Your torture. How cruel you are. Your presence leaves me burning. Though I do not know if your presence is as agonizing as your absence. I am consumed. Body and soul.….”

She looks at him in confusion and shock. “Aemond you must tell me what I have done to offend you so! Is that why you fight my nephews! Is that-“

“Offend me?” Aemond walks closer to her. “I am only offended…. That I cannot escape you. I truly cannot.” He stares now into her eyes. “Your laugh still rings in my ears all through the night. Your smile would have me fall to my knees and beg for a release. Your eyes… pierce my soul. Your greatest offense, my lady, your only offense…. Is nothing can ever be beautiful again. In a world where you exist. All else falls away. All else is worthless…. without you.”

She looks at him. Shock again. He cannot bear it. But…. It doesn’t look cruel….

“Aemond….. you cannot speak such words to me. You do not understand the weight these declarations hold.” She stands now and holds her arms close, as if trying to collect herself. “If these feelings burn you, the whole realm could be ash then. I…. Cannot. In good conscience Aemond I cannot…. For our sakes, for our family, for the realm…. How could we?”

“You speak as if you know the feeling.” Aemond walks towards her. “Have you not felt this too? Is it true that you can now burn for me as I have always burned for you? If your soul aches as mine does, please share it. We may both find peace still.”

She stutters, unable to meet his eye. “There… there can be no peace for us Aemond. The realm is cracking. We cannot….”

“I beg of you.” He reaches for her. Touching her cheek. He slowly removes his eyepatch. “I lay myself bare to you. I fear not the wrath of gods or men, only to live without knowing what lies in your heart. Please my lady. If you truly do not share this. Please tell me. I will release you, and we need not speak of this again. I will give you peace I swear it. But if you truly burn as I do…. Please. Do not hide.”

She pauses and then she looks up at him. Her lip trembling. “I…. I cannot….”

Aemond almost feels his heart crack.

“….. I cannot…. Deny.” She gently touches his cheek. “I have begun burning. Just as you. Ever since we rode together. I have wanted you more every day after. And selfishly…. I want you now. I would…. Give my body and soul to you. If you give me yours in return.”

The euphoria Aemond feels is unmatched. She truly feels the same. And he’s close to her now….

He captures her mouth in a kiss. A deep, passionate, desperate, eager kiss. Slipping his tongue in and needing to capture it even further. He feels her moan against him. They should restrain themselves, even with this confession. But he has restrained himself too long.

He feels himself growing painfully hard, and he can’t stop from slipping a hand under her skirts and touching her eagerly. He hears her moan in response and it spurs him on. He kisses eagerly down her neck and rips the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. Kissing them as if this is his last night alive. And perhaps it will be.

He pulls back for a moment, seeing her panting and eager. As he all but tears his clothes to release his cock. She trembled eagerly at the sight.

Another night he’ll be gentle. Another night they’ll take their time. But this night they can’t. He holds up her skirts and finally shoves himself completely into her cunt. She moans softly and he almost moans himself. How he’s longed for her….

He pulls her close again and starts pounding into her with all of the desire he’s buried for so long. She gasps and moans and wraps her legs around him.

“A-Aemond my love… more… ah! Yes more-“

He kisses and bites at her neck. Finally giving in to let out a moan as he feels the way her body responds.

They lose track of time so easily, as they give into their desires. The only light from the fire as it illuminates their bodies. Aemond finishes inside her. But soon loses count. As they begin again…. And again….

Maybe someone will start looking for them soon. But they’re beyond caring.

Aemond is now on his back, watching her bounce up and down eagerly, taking his cock in her again and again.

Finally, they collapse together. After being fully satisfied. Aemond kisses her again. And she kisses back happily. As he holds her and she holds him.

None of the problems of the world can haunt him now. The burning is no longer a painful hurt. Now a beautiful euphoric ache

This is so beautiful 🥺🔥

#aemond imagine #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones #game of thrones imagines #hotd headcanon #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd one shot #house of the dragon imagine

[harunade]

unapproachable . sung hanbin

pairings: bf!hanbin x f!reader

warnings: kissing , suggestive???, only one bed trope, one sided e2l, hanbin is meannnnnnnn….. not proofread so sorry in case of typos!

a/n: first post on this acc yayaya im in love w hanbin

Having a rich friend was nice, especially when his birthday came up and he booked a whole hotel floor 4 hours away from your homes to have a two day long party. What wasn’t nice, though, was the technical error in the computer of the hotel that meant Ricky had only 5 rooms keys, instead of 10. “I have an idea! How about we each pull a straw and the people with the same lengths share a room?” Yujin, the youngest there, came up with a plan to brighten the mood, since everyone, especially ricky was stressed.

After everyone agreed, the rooms were set: birthday boy with zhang hao, taerae with gunwook, yujin with gyuvin, jiwoong with matthew and hanbin with… you. The younger boys were especially happy with the outcome, since they’ve always loved being roomies. But you felt anxiety filling your body. You didn’t hate or dislike Hanbin, you thought it was the opposite, and that you were the one hated or disliked.

Hanbin had an image of a nice, polite and trustworthy friend, which was a honest and accurate one. But with you, he always ignored you. Even when you spoke to him, you couldn’t get more than 2 words and a dirty look out of him. You asked the boys about it, especially Zhang Hao who he was particularly close to, and they all teased you and said he just wants you badly. Obviously, you knew it wasn’t true. Although he never full on insulted you, you knew he was silently judging all your moves.

When you entered the hotel room, you found Hanbin walking around it while brushing his teeth. His black locks were damp and stuck on his forehead, so you assumed he had just taken a shower.

After you took a shower yourself, you were surprised to find Hanbin improvising a bed on the floor. “What are you doing?” you asked him and recieved a scoff. “What do you think i’m doing? I’m sure you dont wanna share the bed and the couch is stained with who knows what, so i’m making a bed myself.” You were barefoot and felt the cold floor beneath you. Although hanbin disliked you, you didn’t want him to catch a cold the day before his friend’s birthday. “Get in the bed” You told him as you covered yourself with the blankets. “N-“ “I said get in the bed. i don’t want u sleeping on the cold floor.” you interrupted him and he just obeyed.

Hanbin made sure to keep some distance between you two. As you tried to fall asleep, you couldn’t, because the room was too cold and the covers were too thin. “Bin” you called his name, not particularly expecting a response, especially since you used a nickname. “What do you want?” he said bluntly. “Aren’t you.. cold?” you asked. “Why? Are you?” you felt him shift as you hummed. “Come” he motioned you to come between his open arms, which you did. You saw him look the other way as you snuggled against him, but you could’ve sworn you saw a pink tint on his cheeks. “Thanks, bin. Maybe you’re not so bad after all” you heard him tsk. “just sleep”

An unknown number of hours later you woke up. The sun hadn’t risen yet, which meant you could’ve gone back to sleep. Before you could close your eyes, you became aware of the position you were in. your chest was pressed against Hanbin’s, his hands wrapped around your waist and your face in his neck. Maybe he didn’t hate you that much after all.

You let your half asleep head take over you and you pressed a kiss to his neck. He was asleep anyway. “What was that?” you heard a murmur from above you. He wasn’t asleep. “um.. a thank you gift, for keeping me warm.. i guess..” you stuttered. “Okay.. Give me one more.” huh? you couldn’t believe your ears. but you did it anyway, pressing a harder kiss to Hanbin’s neck. He unwrapped himself from your waist and cupped your face. “Do you think i hate you?” he made you look up at him. you nodded and a pout was formed on his face. “ i don’t. actually, i want to kiss you right now. can i?” you nodded again. “use your words, pretty” “yes, please kiss me before i fall back asleep.”

Said and done, Hanbin pressed his lips to yours, angling your face with his hands. The kiss was soft at first, but evolved quickly as hanbin pressed you on you back and deepened it. Your hands shot to his neck and your fingers pulled lightly at his black locks. When you felt him moan into the kiss, you used that opportunity to heat up the moment more. After you both lacked air, Hanbin pulled away staring down at you. “sorry i acted rudely towards you. i just liked you and had no idea how to approach you.” he confessed shily. “i’m not that unapproachable, bin. i’ll forgive you if you kiss me more” “deal”

#harunade #sung hanbin x reader #hanbin x reader #zerobaseone hanbin #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 imagine #zb1 hanbin #zumblr???? #hanbin scenarios #zb1 hard hours

[estelle-skully]

Trolls: Band Together tkl Headcanons!

Im only doing Brozone rn because thats all I feel like but send an ask or smth to request other characters if you’d like

golly gee here we go (im going in age order ((oldest to youngest)) because organization🔥🔥)

⭐️⭐️⭐️ John Dory:

90% ler, 10% lee

definitely used to wreck his brothers before the band broke up when they were younger

Used to embarrass his brothers in public by poking their sides or something and found it hilarious

the rest of Brozone definitely all ganged up on him for revenge

he isnt really a lee but doesn’t hate being tickled

still ticklish af though 💀

worst spot is his ribs

whenever one of his siblings starts a tickle fight, he usually wins

Always tells Poppy all of Branch’s worst tickle spots

He would sometimes tickle his brothers before a show to get them energized/in a good mood. Especially Clay, since he was supposed to have a silly attitude

(the following hcs are yanked from isitwp)❤️

- will purposely always pin his lees down, no matter who or what, he will always pin them down, even if it’s at the beginning, middle or end, somewhat he will pin them. (But sometimes he likes watching their limbs flail in desperate attempts to escape)

- when branch was younger, he would 100% hold him upside down and tickle his stomach as branch went crazy, desperately trying to get away.

- was known by his brothers as the “big tickle monster” considering he was the oldest, he was more stronger and he would chase them around the house and would not stop until he eventually got atleast one of them or until he just got tired.

- JD will in fact blow raspberries and to just make it worse, he would shake his head while blowing one to make it EVEN worse.

- definitely goes “nom nom nom!” When blowing raspberries and tickling his brothers, however he only does the nom nom nom thing on his brothers, he gets embarrassed if someone else knew that.

- definitely uses his hair to give a small sneak tickle attack to the side of his lee’s then acts like he didn’t he didn’t do anything.

- this bro used to actually tickle his brothers if they weren’t in the mood to practice, feel like it would go something like this: clay- dude, I’m not in the mood! JD- yeah yeah sure okay. *tickles clay’s armpits* clay- DUHUDEHE NOHOHO!

-if in a ler mood, JD will and I repeat will aim for these spots first, stomach, sides or ribs when he first attacks.

- acts like such a dad when tickling, he will go something like: JD- just checking on you! Respect your elders you rascal!

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Bruce:

100% ler

he doesn’t exactly hate being tickled either, but when he was younger and JD would poke him to get him to laugh (he always did it when they were interacting with fans too) he would get pretty mad so now he just gets embarrassed when he’s tickled

buuuuut since he’s a dad now he probably tickles his kids a lot so he does the same to his brothers. Especially Branch, since he’s kinda still considered the baby of the family

as adults he and JD sometimes team up during tickle fights, but when they were younger they went after each other the most

death spot is his stomach/sides

sometimes when he’s tickling his brothers, he’ll tell a dad joke, and when they laugh (bc they’re being tickled, not bc of the joke) he says something like “I knew you liked dad jokes!” Or “you really thought that was funny?” And they always get pissed

doesnt wreck people often, usually he prefers to briefly tickle people to cheer them up/ surprise them or something

his laugh gets really high pitched when he’s being tickled and he hates it

as an adult, any time JD tries to poke him he INSTANTLY gets revenge and wrecks him no matter where he is

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Clay:

70% ler, 30% lee

ALWAYS the one to start tickle fights

loves to sneak up on his brothers and surprise them with a tickle attack

sometimes will intentionally bother his brothers just to get them to tickle him. Would never admit that was his intention though

after the band was reunited and stuff, he tickles Branch all the time since Branch gets annoyed so easily now and he wants to cheer him up

has a really squeaky laugh when he’s tickled

he gets surprised easily so whenever someone tickles him he fucking screams

Clay is literally the kind if dude to lie and say he isn’t ticklish when in reality he is

His underarms are his worst spot but his ears are pretty sensitive too

such an evil ler and always knows exactly what teases will fluster his lee the most

when someone tickles him he says every swear word (minus slurs of course 💀) like it’s insane

“FUHUHUHUHUCK YOU HAHAHAH GOHOD D-DAMN BIHIHIHIHITCH AHAHAHAHA-“

he never means any if it though dw

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Floyd:

40% ler, 60% lee

Floyd is the kind of dude to shyly ask his brothers to tickle him

SUCH a fucking sweetheart as both a lee and a ler

has a habit of hugging himself or his ler when he’s being tickled, but if he’s pinned then he’ll stim in some way, maybe by kicking his legs or something. He does this because he doesn’t want to fight the tickles but its hard to stay still

He would always team up with Branch when they were younger during tickle fights so that Bitty B wouldn’t be all alone/overwhelmed

LOVES soft/cuddly tickles

feathers make him WEAK (he’s hella feather ticklish)

has literally the sweetest sounding laugh

his back/shoulders/neck are his worst spots but he’s super ticklish everywhere else

when he’s the ler, he always gives raspberries

Don’t let his adorable appearance fool you, though- he can and will fucking wreck people. He just doesn’t do it often

best at giving cheer up tickles

loves to compliment people while he tickles them

(more stolen from isitwp because rawr)

has moments where he checks if the lee is fine before going back to mercilessly tickle them.

- 100% gave branch cheer up tickles and still does, YOU WILL NEVER CONVINCE ME HE DOES NOT.

- definitely tickled branch most when they were kids, he also tickled his older brothers to save branch from their tickles.

- gave branch the tickle of his lifetime after they returned, he would tease him like: Floyd- sorry branchie, gotta tickle you for all the years I’ve missed!

- calls branch “branchie” to tease him during tickling which branch HATES.

- pulls Lee into his lap so he can nibble on their neck, most likely going “nom nom nom!” Just like JD.

- like JD, he also used to hold branch upside down and tickle him.

- yells “here comes the spiders!” And begins spidering all over his lee just to hear them scream HEIWNWHDIDJS.

- just the look in his eyes before he tickles the lee is already enough to make the lee giggle, HE AHS SUCH A DEVIOUS LOOK.

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Branch:

50% ler, 50% lee

Super duper shy about tickles though

whenever he’s in a ler mood, he usually goes after Poppy because he’s used to it (started tickling her more often when they started dating bc he knew that she was comfortable with it and also bc he knows that she’ll most likely get him back and he loves it). Doesn’t even know why he’s so nervous to tickle people, especially his brothers because they tickle each other all the time

when it comes to being tickled though…

Branch is easily the most ticklish out of all his brothers 😭

He would literally rather eat a spider than ask for tickles because it’s so embarrassing to him

he loves it when his brothers tickle him without him having to ask

at this point Poppy knows that he secretly loves tickles, and since he would never ask, she asks him if he wants to be tickled

he usually replies with a shy little nod

always covers his face to hide his goofy giddy smile when he’s being tickled

⭐️⭐️⭐️

YIPPEE THATS IT!

hopefully you enjoyed, again feel free to request headcanons for a specific character(s)/scenario 💜💜

also i highly encourage other tkl enjoyers in the trolls fandom to post headcanons please 😭 ive seen like no others so i had to provide for myself

#sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tword community #tword content #Trolls tickle #trolls band together tickle #trolls tickle headcanons #Lee!branch #Lee!floyd #Lee!john dory #Lee!clay #lee!bruce

[spadesolace]

drag me down: little things

synopsis: since when did hanni and yn notice each other’s habits through the little things they do? from their sudden change in mood to yn slowly opening up, hanni is left questioning everything.

warning/s: mentions of abandonment, insecurities

words: 3k

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The news of the top two students being paired together had reached almost every student as soon as Ms. Im dismissed the class. YN isn’t one to be gossiped about, most students talk about Hanni and her possible relationships but no one knew YN’s life outside of school. Only a handful of people did and it was her friends.

“Well, well, well, look who got paired with Ms. Top student.” Yunjin loved to tease YN about Hanni, she theorized that they secretly love each other but won’t admit it because their pride is higher than Mt. Everest.

“The look of despair was so evident, I almost felt bad.” Chaewon was the first people YN met as the girl had been part of the student council during their second year. From there, either YN or her were the victims of the group's bullying.

“Are you going to work on it right away?” There’s always a mediator in the group and when it's at school, that would be Kazuha. She’s considered as the quiet yet scary friend but everyone loves her, especially when YN has a soft spot for her.

“Sakura-unnie is asking if you’ll be there tomorrow.” Eunchae, the youngest and most devious child, when there is chaos, the possibility of her starting it isn’t that low. Lastly, the other mother of the group who works part-time at one of the Park’s cafes was Sakura, whom YN met on her first day trying to learn latte art.

“I’ll take my leave tomorrow, so I’ll be there today.” When YN meant only a handful of people know about her life, she literally meant only 6 people. The Parks are very private, only a limited knowledge of their lives outside of business, her parents made sure that their children’s safety and privacy was their number one priority. So secretive that the public only knew that they have two children, neither gender being specified.

YN never trusted people that easily but she was clearly playful, independent, and responsible. A lot of people trusted her, similarly even Hanni took notice of it, how in her first year in a new environment and somehow a lot of people let their walls down. She wonders how when she never heard anything about YN’s personal life, as if it were non-existent. Hanni was left in the dark as she watched her rival walk home with her group, a smile on YN’s face as Yunjin teases Chaewon and Kazuha trying to stop them.

“Stop staring, she might melt.” Minji followed Hanni’s line of sight, it was going to be a topic later in their group.

“Have you wondered what YN is like outside of school?” It threw Minji off, Hanni, THE PHAM HANNI, asking about Park YN? There was only limited information about the girl, there were rumours going around that YN came from a wealthy family, a daughter of a mafia boss, a bunch of misinformation. Although there was one thing that people have concluded was that YN really came from a rich family, a confirmation was given by Ms. Park Jihyo, the prefect of discipline conversing with YN. The sole reason why YN transferred was due to being under the supervision of her cousin who recommended it to her aunt and uncle, no one knew they were related and both of them agreed to keep it that way.

“You seriously need to talk to her about that. No one aside from her group knows anything about her life.” Haerin surprised the pair as Danielle and Hyein joined them in front of the campus gate. What was there in her rival’s life that makes her keep everything in secret.

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The following day, Hanni was much more observant of YN. She’s aware of YN smelling like coffee beans and a hint of vanilla, but she never noticed what she drinks when she arrives at class. The ice cold cup of americano and a paper bag with some sort of pastry but it was flat, most likely a cookie. Blueming Cafe? From what I know that’s under Park Food Corporations.

“You’ll have heart problems by the time you’re 30.” She wasn’t even sure why she said that, it wasn’t like she cared. All she did was cause the other issues with their bantering.

“Acting like you care, classic.” There was a difference in YN’s tone, or maybe Hanni is overanalyzing everything there is towards her rival.

YN took notice of Hanni’s sudden shift, like she was hyper aware of her surroundings. Setting her stuff down along with her snack and coffee to get her through the day, she got a whiff of Hanni’s perfume. A hint of lavender, a bit of praline, and musk… it wasn’t that bad, she liked it. Perfectly describes if Hanni was a perfume, aside from that Hanni was also wearing her hair up, a bit dishevelled being held by a clamp and a tired smile on her face. When did she start using a clamp?

“Wearing perfume, are you trying to seduce me, Pham?” Hanni rolled her eyes, taking back how the girl next to her smells nicely and comforting. 

“That’s such a weird assumption, Park. Not in a thousand years will I try to persuade you.” A straight shot through the heart, despite YN teasingly flirting with Hanni all these years, she felt a slight pang in her chest. There is a certain feeling that YN cannot describe with Hanni, not wanting to explore it any further. Only a few months till graduation, I can endure it.

First half of the day, there wasn’t much of a problem between the pair. Both keeping to themselves but Hanni took notice how YN would spin her pen whenever she’s not taking notes. How slim her fingers are and the amount of rings she has, perfectly accenting her cool tone paired with silver minimalist rings. Slowly, she noticed how her uniform may look neat but clearly her tie was always loose, the top of her blouse unbuttoned, and a hoodie on top of it all or the fact she never wears skirts, like the school gave her a free pass to wear pants. Hanni didn’t realize how long she’s been staring, somehow everything about YN’s style fits perfectly.

“Pham… stop staring and listen.” YN had slowly pushed Hanni’s face back to the board where their teacher had their back facing the class. From that simple action, she felt her face heat up, palms a bit sweating, and her heartbeat racing. She was saved from a close scolding by their Math teacher, maybe that’s the cause of the adrenaline and not from the embarrassment of being caught.

It wasn’t like YN wasn’t observing Hanni at all, she was just much more subtle about it. A piece of scratch paper was on the side of her notebook, keeping track of what she’s taken notice of. Hanni rarely wears accessories, but she does have various ways of styling her hair. Small braids on both sides, a messy bun, or like right now, it's kept up because of a clamp. There’s a key feature in almost all of her items, a fascination for butterflies, because who would keep an entire pack of butterfly clips along with an extra butterfly clamp in their locker? Lastly, her uniform, it's perfectly neat, like it was ironed a million times before she could wear it and not a single crease can be seen. Along with the fascination of observing her seatmate, she despises how Hanni would smack her when she’s laughing. YN never complained when Hanni does it, despite the pain and coming home to see it still a bit red.

By lunch, it was no surprise that the pair would go their separate ways but to see that YN standing in front of Hanni holding her packed lunch while she finishes cleaning her table. Either one would wait for the other to leave or maybe YN was no longer being subtle about it that Chaewon would always tease her. Still, it meant that Hanni wasn’t the last one to leave the room, both making sure that the aircons are off and the doors are closed.

“You have the spare key?” Being class president meant that YN always had the spare key at hand, if not Hanni could just go to the stuco office and get it there. Hanni has the privilege as the student council president, but YN wouldn’t admit it if she needs help from her, similarly to Hanni thanking her for waiting.

“Yeah.” YN patted her pocket but she heard nothing, no clinking of metals. She patted all of her pockets and checked her packed lunch if by chance she placed it there. Looking at the window of the classroom, she left it at their table. “Shit.”

“Ugh, seriously? This is the first time you’ve forgotten the keys.” Hanni kept note of those who borrowed the spare keys in the stuco office, and YN has not once borrowed it.

“Keeping track now, Pham? Are you gonna write on your project how I managed to forget the keys once?” Hanni rolled her eyes as the pair walked towards the stuco office, it was better to get the keys right away rather than when the bell rang. YN only followed, a bit pissed at Hanni’s comment, it was her fault she misplaced it but similar to her mistake for due from a spelling error, it only happens once.

“No, that would be too shallow, even for me. I’d write how stupid you look like you’re Kevin from Home Alone, realizing you’ve forgotten it.”  YN stopped in her tracks, a bit taken aback by the comment. It wasn’t the comment on how stupid she looked but the fact that Home Alone was mentioned. How would she tell Hanni that it was a sensitive topic to discuss that movie because she related so much to it. Being left alone during the holidays in a mansion only being accompanied by the maids and butlers that her parents assumed would take care of her.

YN kept quiet the entire time they were together, from opening the room to get the keys, giving Hanni the one that stuco has, and leaving the girl to eat lunch. Hanni took notice of her rival’s silence. Did I hit a nerve?

When Hanni finally reached her lunch table with her friends, greeting them as she sat down and ate her lunch. Looking around, she noticed YN wasn’t with her friends. No, I shouldn’t care about her, she’s my academic rival.

Danielle being the sweetheart she is, checked up on Hanni. It wasn’t rare she was late but she’s quiet which is more concerning, as if there was a ticking bomb in her mind waiting to explode at any moment. 

The last time the stuco president was this quiet was when YN lashed out at her, along the lines of her being accused of cheating which was then proven wrong by the prefect of discipline. That time, everything was a mess, Hanni profusely apologized to YN even with the amount of evidence that the girl didn’t cheat in the finals. It was the first time that Hanni was guilty for accusing the girl, but she still saw YN as a threat to her potential title of valedictorian. People making comments on how jealousy made Hanni finally break, badmouthing her and some were planning on bullying the girl. That was until YN finally spoke to her after weeks of apologizing. To say the least, it was a traumatic event for both Pham and Park.

“Hanni, are you ok?” She looked up and nodded, it wasn’t like YN would admit to her hitting a nerve. It terrified her when YN was quiet, bringing back memories from their first year together. Maybe I did hit a nerve?

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Once classes were over, YN had managed to write a few things about Hanni, some are good but she lashed out during lunch but shortly after disregarding it as the girl didn’t know anything about her life. All she could do is keep the ones she’s written and gather more info when she arrives at Hanni’s place. 

Hanni was finishing with stuco duties, short meetings and planning for future events, the grad ball was a bit close and they needed a sponsor. No one was willing to ask or have any ideas who to ask, they were staring right at a wall, just nothing. YN was given permission to stay inside the room but she must not mention to anyone about the events being planned. They shouldn’t worry about her when Chaewon is the one that spills everything in the groupchat.

“Pst. YN, you know anyone that could sponsor the grad ball?” She does, she always does, her own parents could. She had already asked them, but it was Chaewon that asked her, not Hanni. If only Hanni wasn’t ignoring her, she would have told her right there and then that she does know someone.

“No, sorry.” A chorus of groans and someone smacking their head on the table can be heard. They were back to square one which made Hanni decide to end the meeting earlier than usual, at least to get them in the right headspace to continue the conversation tomorrow. Chaewon said goodbye to YN and Hanni, which was a weird sight to see, the rivals walking home together?

The walk to Hanni’s place was awkward, both were giving each other their distance but at the same time they didn’t. It was so awkward that Hanni wanted to scream while YN wanted to run away. Both wanted to be left alone but they needed to work on their project, they needed information about each other, what made YN so quiet and what made Hanni so terrified of the girl?

“So..” “Uhm…”

“Sorry, you first.” YN cleared her throat to signal Hanni it was fine for her to speak up, whatever she has to say can wait.

“Uh, about earlier at lunch…” YN hummed, quickly glancing at her. It made Hanni stop for a second, what happened to the cold exterior from earlier? Like it melted right away when they’re alone. Has YN been like this before?

“You were suddenly quiet… if I hit a nerve from my comment, I’m sorry.” Nothing surprised YN more than Hanni apologizing, sure, the home alone comment did hit a nerve but the fact that she noticed the subtle change. Has she been observing me?

“It did, but then again, you shouldn’t apologize. You didn’t know.” Hanni was about to say something else, until YN spoke up again, shocking the girl.

“Without saying much, it’s not insecurities from my looks. I have quite a high self-confidence to not worry about that aspect. On the other hand, I do apologize for lying earlier during your stuco meeting… I do know someone that could sponsor the grad ball.” That was the longest thing that YN has mentioned to anyone about herself, aside from her own group knowing her life and visiting her at home. She wasn’t giving much away, she had the self-confidence that Hanni already knew of. When it came to her connections, that was where Hanni is left in the dark, what is there to her life that she won’t share.

“Why’d you lie then?”

“I wanted you to ask me.” Turning the corner, Hanni stayed in her spot a bit. What does YN mean that she wanted me to ask her?

When the pair had arrived at the Pham household, which was empty as her parents hadn’t arrived home just yet. Hanni felt embarrassed, she swore she wouldn’t bring YN here under any circumstances but here she was, showing her around, going to her room and bringing out baby pictures. It didn’t feel as if they hated each other, no. There was a sudden feeling of comfort. She had managed to tell her about where she grew up, why she moved to Korea, what her parents’ jobs were, her favorite insect (a butterfly, YN knew that already), and how much she loves music. YN didn’t tease her much, aside from the insect and a few things about how adorable Hanni looked as a child, but somehow Hanni felt that YN slowly brought her walls down as she listened to her rant.

“And now, you know the basics. What more do you want to know?”

“The future, where do you see yourself in 10 years, Pham.”

Where did she see herself in 10 years? Well, first, she probably went back to Australia to pursue her college degree there or probably in Korea University to take Law or Psychology. Does she see YN in her future? Somehow, yes. Park YN is the driving force for her to be better, do better, and just become the better version of herself everyday. Weird. Hanni sees it happening, in college or in the workforce, YN would be there.

“Probably I’d be a lawyer, living on my own and helping people.”

“I assume I’m no longer in that part of your life.”

Hanni notices the little things, YN fidgeting with her rings, looking around, avoiding her gaze, and sitting up straight. Her body, it shows different emotions, she can’t pinpoint what it is. Maybe its the way that YN would look at her and have a short moment of eye contact that would make her breath hitch. The way YN would act upon without being asked to let Hanni wear her jacket. YN somehow without talking much let’s her body say it all. She may spit venom at Hanni, but the way she acts as if she secretly cares and thinks about her. When... when did she take notice of all the little things that YN does and why does it have to be now.

“Probably.” Uncertainty, a chance, a probability, that was what YN was hoping for. Somewhere in Pham Hanni’s life after their encounter in high school does she hope for a chance to be a part of her future. Whatever that may be. “Oh… I guess we’ll never know.” Pham Hanni was uncertain if what she feels is hatred or something blossoming.

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[zablife]

Tachipen (Part 1)

Tommy x female reader

Summary: With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known. 

Author’s Note: This was requested by @honey-im-hotdog who asked for a fic about Charlie’s nanny. I decided to turn it into a series. The story will be told through flashbacks, but I will note the year. Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925. 

Warnings: language, slurs, mention of arranged marriage, fighting, mention of blood

1924

“Step out of the picture, please,” the photographer called out loudly enough to make you jump. Feeling you startle, Charlie erupted in tears and you did your best to soothe him as Polly stretched her arms out to receive the child. “M sorry Pol,” you mumbled, attempting to step aside. “You’ll stay right here, y/n,” Tommy said firmly. Polly gave him a surprised look, but said nothing as she dropped her hands by her sides. “She’s family,” Tommy said with a small nod of his head and ushered you to stand between him and Arthur. As you took your place, you glanced at Linda. Her lips were tightly pursed in disapproval, one hand resting over the swell of her stomach. You tried to hide your discomfort behind an air of respectful silence, as today didn’t belong to her. Today was for remembrance and out of love for little Charlie, you would do all you could to keep the peace. 

As the bulb above the camera flashed bright white, you thought of the moment you met Tommy Shelby. The glint of the gold coin winking at you in the afternoon sunlight as though it knew the cruel hand it would deal you. “That’s heads, Esmerelda comes with us,” Tommy stated matter-of-factly, picking up the coin from the lush green grass and placing it carefully in his pocket. No one spoke as your father’s eye drifted toward you and your sisters. 

“Esmerelda is already promised, Mr. Shelby. Unless you want a war with the Lees, you’ll leave her right where she is,” he warned through gritted teeth.

“Those weren’t the terms of our wager,” Tommy reminded him. “Did I not say the horse and a daughter of my choosing?”

“No, you didn’t,” your father countered, puffing out his chest toward the gangster. 

“Calling my brother a liar?” John Shelby asked, marching toward the two men in large strides. You could tell by his swagger he liked to prove himself in a fight and he was spoiling for one now. Two other men in your camp sensed as much because they came to stand behind your father.

Johnny Dogs rushed forward placing himself between the two factions, laying his hands on Tommy’s shoulders and pushing him backward gently. He spoke in a frantic voice saying, “Tommy, get your family out of here and go enjoy the fair before they start a war, huh?” Then he turned and spoke in Romani to the men behind him advising them, “They come from good people. His granddad was a king!” Tommy straightened his coat, placing his peaked cap on his head when a voice in the crowd shouted, “Yeah, but his mother was a diddicoy whore!”

You gulped at the words, watching the three Shelby brothers fly into a fit of rage, brandishing their razor caps skillfully. In mere moments, they had your kin on the ground and you watched helplessly as they were sliced open, kicked and beaten. Your sisters screamed by your side and you all huddled together for protection.

“Run,” your youngest sister suggested to Esmerelda. “She can’t now. They’d find her no matter where she traveled,” you replied logically. As you looked from one sister to the other, the only possible solution to stop the bloodshed came to you. If you offered yourself you could save Esmerelda. The product of your father’s first marriage, no one held a candle to her in your father’s estimation. However, you didn’t blame her for that. After your own mother died she had lovingly watched over you when your father was too drunk to care. You would never forget that and now you felt it was time to repay her kindness.

“Stop! Stop! I’ll go. Take me!” you shouted over the chaos and the men broke apart in surprise long enough to watch you approach Tommy. He stood as you placed a hand on his arm tentatively. He struggled to regain his breath after the fighting, running a hand through his hair to smooth it back into place. Looking at you incredulously he asked, “How old are you?”

You stood tall, chin held high and replied, “Twenty…Old enough to become your wife.”

Tommy suddenly turned his back to you shaking his head at the ground and your heart thundered in your chest, panicking at the thought of his rejection. 

“No, no. I didn’t come here for this,” he said gesturing back at you. He’d barely noticed you before, thinking you a mere child and he hadn’t been far off. What he was asking suddenly felt very wrong when he considered the decade that separated you. 

“Well what the fuck did you do that for then, Tom?” Johnny asked, gesturing toward the men lying bloodied on the ground.

Tommy took his head in his hands and turned back to you, pointing a finger. “I won’t take you as a wife. I won’t do it,” he said unable to look you in the eye. He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought then asked, “But me brother has four children who run barefoot through the streets at all hours and they need someone to look after them. You could come work for us,” he said, setting his jaw and finally meeting your gaze. 

You took a deep breath feeling relieved at the prospect and you nodded in agreement. Tommy glanced at your father who was dabbing at a cut lip and they shook on it. Despite your father’s preference for this outcome, he was still angered by the events of the day. You could tell by the twitch of his mustache and the flicker of anger that had yet to extinguish from his deep brown eyes. 

You crossed to him slowly, twisting your hands together in nervous anticipation, but he had little he wanted to discuss with a woman who gave herself to a gangster so freely. “You’ll pack your bag and get out,” was all he said. 

Tears welling in your eyes you nodded and went to get your possessions. As you finished packing, you hugged your sisters goodbye, wondering when or if you’d ever see them again. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry,” Esmerelda cried into your shoulder. 

“Don’t be. It isn’t your fault,” you comforted her. 

“Take this,” she said passing you a small blade with a pearl handle to place in your boot. “You’ll have to look after yourself now, but I know you can,” she said, attempting to convince herself more than you. 

As you exited the vardo, Tommy accepted a dappled gray mare from an old woman in camp. The horse was one of your favorites and it comforted you to know you’d have one friend with you as you journeyed away from your camp. Tommy motioned for you to join him and you slid along the bench seat, taking your place next to him in the car. It would be the first time you’d ever ridden in an automobile, though you couldn’t bring yourself to find any excitement in it. As the car lurched forward and eventually gathered speed, taking you away from your family, you glanced around the car of stone like faces feeling your earlier sense of confidence slipping away. You were left with a stinging loneliness that would not cease.

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1919

It was late when you arrived in Small Heath. You were shown to a room and told you would meet the children in the morning. After a brief introduction to a formidable woman named Aunt Polly, you trudged upstairs for some rest. As you climbed into bed you heard them speaking in hushed whispers downstairs, Tommy explaining how you had come to stay with them. You could tell from her tone that Polly did not approve.

Alone in the kitchen, Polly stamped out her cigarette with a warning to her nephew. “Tommy this is how it started with your mum. Brought here against her will, forced to live with a man she barely knew. She came to despise him. Gypsies have to move around or it all gets to be too much.” Polly stopped speaking when she noticed the distant look in Tommy’s eye. He didn’t need anyone to remind him of the day his mother walked into the cut. How could Polly think he would allow that to happen to you? You were here to do a job and would be allowed to leave whenever you pleased. You’d come of your own free will. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself that night before the opium took effect. 

But in his dreams that night he watched you walk toward a stream, sunlight shining through your hair. You turned to speak to him with tears in your eyes, but the words were carried away on the wind. You pointed over the hill and as he followed your line of sight he saw the beautiful dappled gray mare dead beneath a hazel tree and he woke with a start, sweat dripping from his brow. As he sat up and reached for his cigarettes he heard you quietly weeping on the other side of the wall. What had he done?

Cont. reading Part 2

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[themultifandomgal]

Hey, can you do a peaky blinder headcannon where the reader is the second youngest shelby but is really close with John shelby so she is basically John and esmes daughter. She's always around them and won't leave their side. They are both so protective of her as she's always happy and kind. She's really close with esme and she looks up to her like a mother figure and esme looks at her like a daughter.

Sister Shelby- John And Esme Pt1

Here you go. Hope you like it. Also might do a part 2 to this!

YN Shelby, the second youngest Shelby child. Only being a year older than her younger brother.  When John and Esme married YN seemed to be over at their house more so than her own, so much that YN would often stay over at her brother and sister in laws house. As YN had no mother Esme soon became a mother figure. Teaching YN about her first period, going through her first relationship and breakup, giving her the 'talk' and most importantly loving her. John also became like a father to her eventually vetting the guy YN would in the end fall in love with and marry. He would even walk her down the aisle.

12 Years Old

"John I'm here!" you runs through the door of her brothers house "John?" You stop when you realises the house is quiet, to quiet. Where could everyone be? "John? Esme?"

"Upstairs love" Esme shouts from upstairs. You run up the stairs, bumping into John the way up

"We have a surprise for you" your eyes widen as does the smile gracing your face "come with me" you follow John to the spare room, the door closed "ok close your eyes" you do as he says. After hearing the door open and John telling you to open them you see a newly decorated room

"Oh my god"

"This is your bedroom"

"Mine?" You ask confused

"Yes yours. You spend half your life here so we thought we'd make a space for you. What do you think?"

"I love it thank you" you give both John and Esme a hug

"Aunt Polly said that you can live here with us, that's if you want?" John nervously asks

"Yes!" You yell "I love you both so much"

"We love you too YN"

13 Years Old

At 13 years old you woke up to blood on your bedsheets. White bedsheets. Quickly gathering the bloody sheets you quietly take the sheets and place them in the sink hoping to wash out the stain. But when you realise that the stain isn't coming out you start to panic. Esme just put these sheets on fresh, then the panic to why you bled sets in. What's going on. That's when Esme catches you

"What are you doing?"

"Esme. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened and I don't know why. I didn't know what to do" Esme walks over to you and looks in the sink

"Oh honey. You've started your monthly"

"Huh?"

"You know. Your bleed"

"My bleed?"

"Bloody hell hasn't anyone told you?" You give her a shrug.

"I have brothers not sisters and aunt Polly hasn't said anything" you reply feeling embarrassed

"Ok don't worry. I'll clean this up and put some fresh sheets on"

"I'm sorry"

"It's ok. Don't apologies" Esme takes over from me and starts to clean the bedsheets "do you have any pains?"

"No" you shake your head

"Ok well if you do, let me know and I'll get a hot bottle for you"

"Thank you Esme"

"It's ok"

15 Years Old

Your first boyfriend was hidden from your brothers, but Esme knew. She knew everything and kept it from her husband knowing he will kick off. But when your boyfriend broke up with you, the first people you went to were Esme and John. You walk through the door wiping the tears and snot on your sleeve

"YN? What happened?"

"He broke up with me"

"What?" Esme is up in no time and wraps her arms around you

"You had a boyfriend?" John asks confused and angry "why didn't you tell me? Who the fuck was he? Did he fucking hurt you? I'm gonna fucking kill him"

"John, not the time" Esme scolds John as she strokes your hair

"Im sorry. Come here" you pull away from Esme and run to John who holds you close. He places a kiss on your head "whoever this guy is, he doesn't know what's he's missing. One day you'll fall in love and marry a decent man. You'll have a nice house a good job and kids"

"Johns right. You have to kiss a few frogs before you find your Prince" Esme giggles referring to one of my favourite books that we used to read together

"It sucks"

"I know, but soon you won't feel so sad. Promise" John and Esme once again hug you making you feel slightly better.

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[sicjimin]

— Fever Weather —

a.n : hi! i just discovered that tumblr wont let me edit my answer as a draft soooo i messed things up and can't put the story as an answer .. i hope you see this, anon ! as always im sorry for taking sooooo long and i hope i can fulfill your expectation about this request. And im sorry i can't put all of ot6 as the caretaker .. thats a lot of people but im trying my best 🥲 i hope you guys like it !

tw: emeto

"Hyung .. are you okay? Do you need help?", he asks cautiously towards the oldest, that earlier has been cooking for their dinner in the kitchen. He looks tired—way too tired for someone that's just done cooking. If he looks closely, he even get to see beads of sweat forming around his forehead, dampening his already long dark brown locks. No—Jimin didn't actually need to assess that much, because there's an obvious one.

Jimin cocked his eyebrows as someone plops on the couch beside him, and the crease between his eyebrows getting deeper as he take a good look of his hyung.

Jin is wearing a quiet thick hoodie. While cooking. And it's not winter.

"Mhm .. i'm done with the cooking", Jin mumbles, not even moving from his position to talk to the younger. His eyes closed—burried under his arms that he thrown accross his face. "I just .. need to sit down. I'm tired"

Jimin hums, slowly closing his phone and put it on the table. He scoots closer. His hyung is definitely not looking good. "Are you feeling okay hyung?", he asks once again, but it's getting the same result—a low hum. "If you're tired, you can rest in your room hyung. The others still taking their time to arrive", he shrugs, leaning against the couch.

Jin perks up at that, before pushing himself up, "Mhm, i'm going to sleep for a minute .. call me when they arrived?"

"Sure hyung, sleep well", Jimin bids his goodbye as the older retreats up to his room. When he hears a soft click from his room, he opens his phone again. Brushing any thoughts that something is up with Jin—maybe he's really tired. They did a lot today if he digs it. Or maybe today is just one of his hyung's bad days ; everyone has it once in awhile.

Jimin shrugs, decides to let the older take as much moment of peace as he can before other 5 persons filling their space again.

***

"Where's Jin hyung?", Taehyung asks, as five of them starts hovering around the kitchen. They all arrived one by one an hour ago. All of them—except Jimin—still damp from shower and visibly hungry. Jimin perks up from the plate that he's setting on the table. "Oh, hyung is sleeping", he realizes, "Kook-ah, can you wake hyung up?"

"I will do it", Yoongi chimes in from the living room before the youngest can answer.

"Thank you hyung!"

If Yoongi can feel Namjoon and Hobi's knowing gaze and quiet snickers burning holes into his skull as he trudges upstairs, Yoongi gonna pretend it doesn't make his cheeks blasting a faint red.

"Hyung?", Yoongi knocks when he arrived at the door beside his room. It's silent.

"Hyung? Wake up", Yoongi tries again, "It's time for dinner, everyone is waiting hyung"

Silence.

Yoongi frowns. Seokjin is a light sleeper, so there's no way he doesn't wake up after 10 knocks straight on his wooden door. "Hyung?"

Additional 5 knocks, and he still meet with silence. Yoongi pushes his ear on the door—trying to detect any slightest hint of life there, but he meets with nothing. Not even the sound of air conditioner.

He frowns. Is Jimin messing up with him? What if Jin actually going somewhere and not in his room?

Yoongi sighs, knocking the door again, "Hyung? Are you there? Wake up", still silent, "Ah fuck it", he mumbles before turning the knob, "I'm going in hyung, you better not doing anythi—hyung?"

Yoongi grunts caught up on his throat as he meet with a pitch black room. It's quite warm in here as the air conditioner isn't on and the window definitely locked. But what surprised him the most is a big lump on the bed, that emmiting a low groan and shivers.

Yoongi quick on his feet, turning on the light—gaining an even louder groan as the lump moves, curling himself small. "Hyung .. are you okay?", he rushes to the bed, and tugging the blanket that engulfing the oldest up to the tip of his hair down.

"Fuck", he curses under his breath, as he sees Jin shivering—teeth clattering, his lips chapped, and his cheeks flushed. He's sweating under the thick blanket and hoodie—but he still looks cold as he tries to tug the blanket up again, "Hyung .. you have a fever. Gosh .. why don't you tell one of us if you're sick?", Yoongi rambles as his adrenaline spiked.

Jin groans at the sudden exposure to the cold and bright world. He's cold. Extremely cold. And his head hurts. "Cold ..", he groans, trying to tug the blanket up again and curls inside it until he feels better. "No shit you're burning up"

He hears someone grumbling. Jin wants to open his eyes and chatters whoever decided to turn on the light and peel the blanket away from him, but his eyes feels like it's weight a ton—he's too tired to do so. "Mhm ..", he mumbles instead, hoping that it would come accross as his protest. He hears someone pacing around before it's quiet again, and there's nothing holding his blanket down. So Jin takes the opportunity to hides himself again, his knees going up curling against his chest—trying to make himself as small as possible as everything hurts for him.

He feels awful. He knows he's going down with something—he means, after a month full of works from dawn to dawn again as he preparing for his solo .. it's definitely predictable that his body is going to crash. He already feel the telltale of it coming since yesterday, but brushing it off as a mere flu. It's only this afternoon things going downhill for him. He almost faint when he was cooking earlier. His fever has spiked up and the heat from the stove and pan around him act like a gaslight. He saves himself from an embarassing fainting accident as he quickly finish up everything and rushes to the couch when he feels cold sweats forming up inside his hoodie and there's black spots at his peripheral visions.

"Hyung?", his brain-rambling got cut off as someone tugged his blanket down—Again—and suddenly there's a cold hand pressed against his forehead. "Whaat .. ", he whines, actually feeling annoyed now. Can't he just sleep in peace?!

He vaguely hears someone—no, few someone .. murmuring around him.

"You're right hyung .. he's burning up"

"See? Fuck .. what should we do, Min?"

"Do you think we need to bring him to the hospital? Or we should call manager-nim and ask him to bring doctor?", then there's a groan, "I don't know hyung, you're the older one from us"

Min ..? Jimin? And is that Yoongi?

Jin moans as he shifts, wanting to see what's the commotion that makes him can't sleep in peace. His eyelids feels like weight a ton, and the roof is spinning when he opens his eyes. He squints, trying his best to get his consciousness together. "What are you guys doing here?", he croaks out, and it hurts. His mouth tastes funny and dry, and there's a throbbing pain on his temples like some people have slapped him a few times there.

He finally manages to open his eyes. It's pitch black and blurry.

"Hyung .. you're awake? How are you feeling?", Jimin asks, concern clearly visible in his voice. Jin tries to speak but can only grunt in response. "Like shit", he huffs, closing his eyes again as his room seems like it's spin harder and starts to make him nauseous. "My head hurts .. and my body feels cold", he adds, his words slurred. "think i caught something"

He feels someone patting his forehead. "You're running a fever, hyung", this time Yoongi chimes in, finally finding his voice to speak. "Have you eaten something hyung?"

The mention of putting something in his mouth making his stomach churn with nausea as he shakes his head. "Not since breakfast"

"Then let's get you some food, and then you can take some medicine to help your fever", Yoongi offers. There's rustle behind the younger before they heard footsteps rushing back down stairs. "We'll be back in a minute hyung", he says before Jin can argue.

After a few seconds, Jin hears loud chatter outside the room, and his nausea intensifies as he feels something wet dripping onto his side—he must've fallen asleep. He grimaces, surprised with the sudden temperature change. But the cloth on his forehead feels nice actually. "Ssshh .. it's just a cold cloth hyung, your fever is quite high. Yoongi hyung is preparing your food", Jimin says beside him, as he keeps smoothing the cool towel on the other's forehead. The action calms him a little bit, which is good, because his organs inside feels like it's on a race and working overdrive. Everything hurts and feel awful.

"I dont know if i can eat", Jin huffs, "I feel nauseous"

Jimin frowns, "Do you want to throw up hyung?"

"I don't know .. not yet i think", Jin shrugs , "I mean.. I guess. It feels really gross though. I feel like something is stuck in there", he pats his stomach with a wince. Before Jimin could say anything else, the door creaked open, and Yoongi steps inside carefully.

Smell of the food waft through the air. Jin gulps, already feeling full from it. "Hyung .. let's eat?"

"I'm not hungry", Jin answers truthfully, and Yoongi scoffs, "You're sick, you won't feel hungry hyung. Let's eat something, please"

Jin shakes his head.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, "Jimin-ah, help hyung sit up", he orders, gesturing Jimin who quickly helps the elder sitting up. Yoongi walks next to Jin and sits opposite the eldest on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to feed you?", Yoongi taunts, reaching for the spoon.

"Nope", Jin immediately denies with Jimin giggling beside him. "Just take a few bites hyung, you don't need to eat it all up", the younger teases as Jin huff, glaring at them as he grabs the spoon from Yoongi's hand.

It takes a few minutes to eat some of the food in front of him before his stomach protest. Jin closes his eyes as he slowly put his 5th bites down and take a big inhale.

"Hyung?", Yoongi calls him worried, watching his brother leans back, breathing heavily. And going paler by seconds, "Do you feel sick?"

Jin just nods, eyes fluttering shut as he clutches his blanket closer, tries to fight the urge to gag. He tries to swallow and force the vomit in his throat back down. But it's futile as a burp slips from him and his sense filled with what he just ate—the taste, the smell, the texture—he sucks a breath, flies his fist against his lips, "I'm going to puke"

"Shit", he hears Yoongi mutter behind him. And then, there are hands gripping his shoulders. "Jimin-ah, trashcan"

Jin 's mind goes foggy as nausea coccooned him like a heavy blanket. He feels like he's not in control of his own body. His ears ringing—but he still can hear the youngers panicked gasps when another gag, a deep and wet one, racked through him. "Jimin, quick!"

"Sshh .. hyung, here", Jimin's voices were barely audible as there's a faint weight on his lap. He feels a wave of nausea hit him hard—his stomach heave and bile came rushing out from the back of his mouth. Jin gasps, his head throbbing as he felt the warm liquid run down from his lips. A second later, he hears Jimin's soft voice beside him asking something, but he can barely register anything about it as he gags one more time and belches. His stomach muscles suddenly contract, heaving out more vomit. 4th bitss of food he manages to put in, come out in one big wave, adding a significant weight onto his lap.

"Gosh ..", he moans, "I feel so sick"

"It's okay hyung let it out", then he felt someone rub circles between his shoulder blades. "Do you want water?"

He shakes his head as he takes a deep breathe, preparing himself for the next round as he leans in and starts to retch, heaving out all whatever was left over from this morning or even the night before. It doesn't take much energy to bring everything up. "Oh... oh gosh...", he groans between heaves. His fingers digging into the blankets tightly as his whole body trembles from exertion.

"Breathe hyung ... you will feel better soon", Yoongi's words seem like they're coming from far away, muffled as he pants, still hugging the trashcan tightly.

"Drink ..", he croaks out , and he's pretty sure that his voice sounds hoarse and gravely. He watches as Jimin passes the straw from the bottle of water in his hand to his mouth. He drinks slowly, letting the water run down his dry throat. His headache seems like it's getting worse, and his body is sore, too.

"Done hyung?", Jimin asks as he hands the glass back to him. Jin shakes his head, huffing, as he rest his head against the pillow. He closes his eyes, focusing on the soothing touches against his skin rather than the turmoil inside his guts.

"I'm going to puke again", Jin whispers after few minutes of silence between them.

"Here", Yoongi suddenly speaks, pulling Jin forward, helping the older to sit up, "Don't worry, I'll hold the trashcan up"

"Okay", he puffs out before another round of gag taking over him. This round is shorter than the first one as his body seems like it's only need to reject the water he just took.

"Okay .. i'm done, i think", Jin sniffles, pushing the trashcan away as the smell filled his entire room. Yoongi nods, taking the trashcan away to the bathroom, while Jimin helping him laying down again. As soon as Jin lays flat on his back, Jimin climbs on top of him, wrapping a soft blanket around him and holding him close. "Are you alright?", he looks at him. And then Jin nods, his eyes closed again, still a little weak from being sick, and his body aching and tired from vomiting, but otherwise he's fine.

Jimin hums. "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

Another nod. Jimin smiles, immediately wraps an arm around Jin's body and pulls the older towards him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. And just like that, Jin falls back into sleep.

Yoongi's eyes widen at the sight in front of him as he's back from the bathroom. "Is he sleeping?", he whispers at Jimin that makes eyecontact with him. Jimin nods, "Just let him hyung .. he must be tired", he replies quietly, "He can take his medicine later"

Yoongi sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed as he watches the half eaten food and medicine on the nightstand. "Okay, i can heat up the food later, or i will just bring him something light", he mumbles quietly. "His fever still high?"

Jimin chuckles nervously, "He is. I can feel it against my shirt"

Yoongi hums, taking the wet cloth again and wiping Jin's pale forehead gently before placing it on his forehead. The older sighs in relief, eyes still closed, relaxing into the touch. Unconsciously, Yoongi's lips curls up a little at that, "You're so whipped hyung", Jimin scoffs and earns himself a playful punch on his arm. "Ow!"

"Be quiet", Yoongi says before turning his attention back at Jin, "Keep the cloth, okay? If you need something, or when hyung wakes up, text me"

Jimin chuckles at that, "Get it hyung .. or you want to switch places with me?", he teases.

Yoongi rolls his eyes—but again, his face betrayed him. "No, i will not do that", he snatches the tray back from the nightstand, "But if you need anything just call for me okay, i'll be outside", he grunts before quickly closes the door, ignoring the little brat laughter from inside.

***

Jin didn't know how long he has been asleep—all that he know that his room still pitch black, no sign of sunlight, there's still quite lot of noises outside that means some of the members are still awake—it's not that late yet, and someone has been cuddling with him. He groans, stretching his body as much as he can as it feels sore all over. His joints and muscles feels like it's been tied to a knot, and his stomach been rumbling —that he can't differentiate if it's because of hunger or nausea.

Jin peels himself away, wanting to freshen himself up that's covered in sweat, and maybe make a warm tea to fill his stomach. He frowns when a cloth fall on his lap as he get up. He looks around and then meet with a bowl of water and Jimin that still sleep soundly beside him. It's all clicked then—with how his fever already going down too.

Jin smiles, trudging to the bathroom as quiet as he can to not wake up the younger on his bed. He deserves a little more sleep for taking care of him.

"Hyung! You're awake? Feeling better?", Jungkook chastises when Jin walks down the stairs. The youngest quickly rushes to his feet as he sees his hyung flatters on the last step. "Hyung .. slowly"

Jin sighs, "Thank you, Kook-ah .. hyung is fine. Still dizzy", he ruffles the grey hair, "Why are you not sleeping yet? Where's the other?"

"I was just done playing with Taehyungie, my brain still can't shut down yet", Jungkook shrugs, trailing behind the older as Jin walks into the kitchen. "You can sit hyung. You're still swaying on your feet", he chuckles, watching Jin rummaging through the cabinet. But there's a concern lacing on it. "What do you want?"

"Just a tea, please", Jin says before giving up and sits on the stool instead. "Coming right up", Jungkook turns around, running to the cabinet and pulling out a tea and sugar. It didn't take long before a warm cup serves in front of him. Jin wraps his palms around it, taking a sip of it. It's a sweetened green tea with honey and coconut milk. It warms his entire body up, sending shivers down his spine. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes.

"I got you some medicine", Jungkook says and holds up the small plastic pill container, shaking it lightly, "Yoongi hyung told me earlier to give it to you"

Jin scoffs, taking the pills in one swift motion—not letting his body reacts. "He's so stubborn"

"He's worried hyung", Jungkook giggles, "You should look at him when he knows you're sick"

Jin sighs, can't help the tip of his ears that reddened in instant. "I don't know what you're trying to say"

"Sure hyung", Jungkook grins.

They stay in silence for a while as Jin tries to finish his tea—and a slice of bread that Jungkook threatened for him to eat. "You can go to sleep, Kook-ah. Hyung will stay here a little longer", Jin says softly while reaching out his hand to pat Jungkook's legs as they lounge on the couch. "No", Jungkook protests, shaking his head to get rid off the sleepiness that starts getting on him. "I'm staying with you", he yawns, "I'm going to get more blankets"

Jin snorts softly, nodding as his gaze stays on the younger. Jungkook disappears upstairs to get some more blankets and pillows for Jin. After that, he goes back downstairs. "You don't want to go back to your room hyung? Sleep again? The medicine should make you sleepy", Jungkook chatters, yawning in between his words. Jin shakes his head in response as he bundled himself with blanket—he can feel the fever spiking up again. "Jimin is sleeping there, and i literally just woke up from hours of sleep", he chuckles, "I'm not sleepy yet"

"Mhm", Jungkook hums, "I can bring Jimin hyung out. One scoop and he's back to his room"

Jin laughs, nudging the younger with his toes, "He's your hyung!"

"But he's small! It's easy!"

"Jungkook!"

***

They have been lounging in the living room for an hour—Jungkook has loses his fight against his sleepiness a minutes ago, curling up on the other side of couch—when Jin feels nausea coming back. He groans, trying to ignore it with rubbing it slowly and taking a counted breath.

It only lasts for 5 minutes before he sits straight upright as his hands start trembling slightly; his throat closing up and a loud gag escapes his lips. He can taste liquid on the back of his throat. The sudden moves and noise made Jungkook stirs, squinting his eyes as he tries to adjust the light, "Hyung .. what? Are you okay?", he asks, sitting up too and rubbing his eyes. "Yeah.. i think i'm gonna throw up", Jin replies with a shaky voice before he quickly slaps his mouth as his stomach contracts to let out another gag.

As he stands up and wobbles towards the bathroom, he hears Jungkook calling after him but Jin doesn't answer—can't answer. The door slams close after a couple of steps and Jin closes himself inside the bathroom. He crouches over the bowl and without needing much energy, pukes pouring out of his lips. It's brown—literally the tea he takes earlier. Jin gasps, feeling himself choke on the vomit he just threw out of his mouth. Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes as soon as he felt another wave hitting him, throwing him further to the bowl.

"Hyung! Jin hyung .. let me in!", Jin can hear the door knob jiggling as the younger bangs his fist against it. But Jin can physically do anything as his stomach takes control. All he can hear is his own gagging and sounds of vomit hitting the water, and his focus is on emptying everything out. Suddenly, there's another weight pressed against his arched back, and few steps entering the bathroom.

"Jin .. breathe", A hand brushing his hair back, and another massaging his nape when he chokes out on particular harsh wave. "Ah ..", he moans when his stomach gives him a rest. He looks around through his glassy eyes.

"Joon-ah? .. Kook?", he slurs. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Jungkook is next to him, holding his shoulders, and Namjoon is handing him a glass of water. How did they get in?

"Jungkook was running to my room and wake me up. Luckily i was still reading, and .. the spare key did the job", Namjoon explains like he can read his mind .. or Jin suddenly voicing it out loud? He can't be so sure.

" 'm sorry .. just don't want you guys to see this .. it's—", Jin closes his eyes as wave floods him again, and lurch forward as his stomach heave up a second load of stomach acid, bile, and the remnants of the bread he ate earlier. After a few dry heaves, Jin wipes his mouth again and groans weakly, "It's so gross"

"You're sick .. it's normal hyung", Namjoon chuckles lowly, "Better?"

"Yeah .. i think i'm done", Jin peels himself away from the soiled toilet, letting Namjoon to do what he needs to do as he feels increasingly weak. "Kook, help Jin-hyung back to his room", Namjoon says suddenly after he's done cleaning up everything and helped the oldest rinses his mouth. It only gains a hum from the latter.

"Kook? You there?", Jin croaks out, wondering why the youngest that pressed against his body since earlier didn't say anything.

"Mhm ..", Jungkook hums, looking away from Jin.

Namjoon chuckles, "He's sca—"

"Namjoon hyung!", Jungkook hisses, "Let's get you back to bed hyung. Jimin hyung is up and waiting too", he grunts, helping Jin stand up. He can tell the elder can barely keep his balance even if he tries. Jungkook takes his time to steady Jin's weight while leading them to the bedroom.

"Kook?", Jin calls when he already settles on the bed after letting Jimin fussing over him. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly quiet?" , he asks softly.

Jungkook doesn't reply, only averting his gaze elsewhere, fiddling with his fingers. It feels like an eternity before Jimin chimes in, "He was afraid hyung. You were suddenly get sick and lock the door at that", he smiles, ruffling Jungkook's.

"Jimin!"

"It's hyung you brat"

Jin stares at the pair, before burst into a giggle, "Ah .. you're worried about hyung?", he grins, "Want to cuddle the sickness out of hyung?", he teases further earning a glare from the latter.

"I'm going to sleep, bye hyung", Jungkook says and leaves the room quickly.

Jin laughs at that, but it cut off quickly when Jimin suddenly speaks as he pressed the newly wet cloth back to his forehead, "You can't tease him if you're just as red as him hyung"

Jin swats him away, "It's the fever!"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jimin #caretaker!jungkook #a little of caretaker!namjoon

[albenyx]

Maybe we got lost in translation

characters — xiao, venti, aether, the wanderer, albedo

warnings: not proofread, grammatical errors, typos, fluff, crack(?), xiao (actors!au), venti (royal!au), aether (actors!au), scaramouche (canon!au), albedo (royal!au)

note: in royal!au venti isn't one of the original archons (im not going into further detail but thats that) literally most of this is from rp.. HAHQHAHQHA crdts to my bebe gurls :astig:

summary: when things don't go according to plan, the unexpected events really give you a surprise.

— XIAO

“It was a joke..” He muttered, confused why his girlfriend—well ex-girlfriend was even fighting him on twitter.

'Moon guy doesn't even stand a chance for my friend, I don't even support him.'

A simple twitter post that was retweeted by him with a caption of 'Maybe this is your the one' along with his friend's tag—his friend seemed unbothered by his joke and even decided to humor him a bit, so the man was lost at the sudden attack from his ex.

“Well your humor's shit.” He reads aloud and as much as Xiao still loved you—he was rather confused on why, just why are you so pressed about that one twitter post he retweeted as a joke for a friend.

'...Does she like this Moon guy or something?' His brows furrow at this, he was going to court you again but seeing how you got mad over the simple twitter post.. at this point the man gave up on defending himself for his joke as he began to write a new post. A public apology.

Heck—Xiao doesn't even know why he was doing this, perhaps it was because he didn't want to upset you. Even if you two broke up, upsetting you was something Xiao didn't want to do.

And as he posted the public apology that had a lot of likes in no time—considering he was an actor. Seeing as you didn't sound upset anymore and was attacking him for the joke, that eased Xiao and allowed me to let out a sigh of relief.

Archons, that joke certainly didn't do well.

— VENTI

Companion. That was what you asked of Venti—what you told him when you invited him to your travels, you knew nothing of sort from the bard, no idea which nation he resided in. But it was fair—knowing he didn't know you resided in Khaenri'ah.

But here you two were, revealing the secrets the both of you hid as you two headed to Watatsumi. “I'm a former Archon, The Anemo Archon.” You could hear the fear in Venti's tone as he reveals his past to you—as he tells you he was Mondstadt's former Archon. “Youngest and Weakest.”

And as he finished, the bard was unusually quiet whilst eyeing the floor as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. Venti knows what the Archons had done. And even if he didn't participate in the war as it was his mother who did so—he knows people can hold a grudge from the parent to the child. 'Who wouldn't?'

Because once you're an Archon, the title will stick to you even when you step down.

The former Archon was silent and so were you as you extended a hand out for him to take, because you knew if you spoke—if a word slips out your mouth you would be against your own morality. But you have always been against yourself your entire life. You were never the one to go with the norms.

Venti sucks a breathe at this as he hesitantly takes your hand in his, slowly interwining them as he muttered out his apologies for the original Archon's mistakes—for his mother's mistakes. Apologizing and allowing himself to let out his guilt from what happened.

And you stayed quiet through all of it, not minding it as you knew, a parent's mistake cannot be passed down to a child. And so you only caressed his hand and leaned down to place a small kiss on it. An act of devotion.

For kissing an Archon's hand meant respecting and worshiping them. And a Khaenri’ahn like you is far from that. But you felt like the action was all needed without much words needed to say.

“Then you must be the most divine I have ever met, my Archon.”

How ironic. A Non-believer and an Archon in a relationship.

This certainly wasn't how it was suppose to go but no one's really complaining.

— AETHER

Aether was confused. How or why did it come to this?—The last time he checked he didn't hate you, he just preferred to not socialize with you because he had no reason to—well that was back then.

So the blonde was confused hearing your words thinking he hated you and such, right after he confessed. “That... sounds ridiculous.” He agrees to what you say, when you said you were an idiot for assuming.

Because you were an idiot. Just because someone didn't talk to you—you assume they hate you? Can't a man just not socialize? It wasn't a requirement to talk to you on set.

But Aether grew to love you and so, he couldn't be mad at your assumptions. He only sighs and nods in understanding, “I apologize for that misunderstanding then, princess.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to your hand, looking at you apologetically. He was still confused but you do you. “No, no. I'm sorry for assuming!” You felt guilty, your stupidity really was on another level.

Assuming your co-actor hated you because he wouldn't talk to you off-set was truly a mistake on your part, to think you even talked bad about him on your private twitter account... You were really guilty.

“But let's put that behind us, okay? We cleared that misunderstanding up now.” “Okay...”

That was truly a stupid misunderstanding.

— THE WANDERER

He can't believe this. He said he'll keep you around so he can use you, so he can have someone to order around when his subordinates are too useless to finish his orders.

But 'lo and behold, the Balladeer doing his paperwork with you on his lap, dozing off comfortably as your head rested on his shoulder and an arm wrapped around your waist whilst his other hand signed documents.

“When are you gonna be done?” You mumbled, no hint of complaints in your tone—sounding genuinely curious yet sleepy. “Soon, baby. Just give me more time.” He softly says—something no one—not even Scaramouche himself thought he could do, yet he moves his free hand to stroke your back as he continued to work.

“Mm... Okay. Wake me up when you're done..” You muttered, eyes failing to stay open as you press a kiss to his neck before nuzzling your head there as you dosed off from feeling Scaramouche's warmth engulf your whole being.

Scaramouche only hums at your words, focusing on finishing his work just so he can go and rest with you properly.

This was not suppose to happen.

— ALBEDO

You told yourself, you just want to be acquaintances with the famous Lord Albedo from Khaenri’ah.

Yet why were you here, with him on their manor's rooftop—having an intimate moment with him as you two admire the stars?

Doing things acquaintances don't usually do. Acquaintances don't lean on each other in the most closest way possible—they don't have deep talks with each other.

And you certainly don't interwine hands with an acquaintance. “What does this make us?”

You hear the man beside you mumble breathlessly. “Honesty will be much needed, my Grand Duchess.” He adds, the question had you turning your head to look at the man.

“Definitely not just friends.” You laugh, cheeks warming up at the use of your title—no matter how many times you've heard it, something about the man saying it felt different.

Though you were feeling bold and brave. “I can't say lovers since none of us asked each other...” And so you look at him, gaze unwavering as you spoke. “So allow me to ask first. How about you take the place as my lover, my Lord?”

“Then I'll be glad to be your lover.” Albedo leaned down to press a kiss to your hand. “Be mine, my Grand Duchess. Be my lover.”

Your breathe hitched at this and although it was you who asked, all the confidence and boldness disappeared just from one single statement from him. “I'm yours, my Lord.” You manage to mutter our breathlessly,

Acquaintances definitely don't do these kind of things.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #aether x reader #aether genshin impact #genshin aether #venti x reader #venti the bard #genshin venti #venti genshin impact #genshin scaramouche #scara x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin albedo #albedo genshin impact #scaramouche genshin impact #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x reader #albedo #genshin blog #genshin fluff #genshin crack #genshin impact scenarios #nyx — writes.🖊

[clownsalot]

uhm i come bearing milgram ocs can i come play in the sandbox with you guys 👉👈

anyways here are my silly guys!!

(im kinda too lazy to come up with my own entire prisoner roster and Es, so i basically just plopped my guys straight into canon. also, im only throwing in stuff from trial 1 because i havent really thought out trial 2 yet beyond vague ideas)

details and stuff below the cut!!!

introduction

015

t1 songs of the prisoners

No, I'm too scared to—!

t1 voice trailer

Ah, my name is Takahashi Naoto. Just Naoto is fine. I'm 18, in my graduating year of highschool. Nice to meet you, Warden. I think asking me about how I feel will just sway your decision making. It's straightforward, so let's keep it simple. Just take the facts. —"—"- What the hell...what the hell? I didn't think it would...it wasn't supposed to...

016

t1 songs of the prisoners

This is...payback!

t1 voice trailer

Yo~ I'm Hashimoto Akane. I'm 15 years old, 3rd year middle school. That makes us a similar age, doesn't it? Let's get along! Well, I will admit that what I did definitely made some people very upset. You'll be deciding if I should be punished on their behalf, right? —"—"- You deserve this. You deserve this! You're the one who chose to go that far...!

interrogation questions

Q: Family?

015: Both my parents. An older brother, too. I don't talk to them often since I stopped living with them.

016: Myself, my mom and dad, and my younger sister. She's 14, I love her very much!!

Q: Who was your victim to you?

015: A schoolmate. Her name was Asuka. You could say we were friends.

016: She wasn't anyone important to me or anything, so don't get weird ideas. I only knew about her because of my sister.

Q: How is your experience in Milgram?

015: It's not all bad. I've never had this much free time before.

016: It's alright but I still kinda want to go home. I worry about how my sister is doing...

Q: What do you dislike?

015: Just in general? Well, it doesn't matter i guess. I don't like things that are bothersome.

016: People who mistreat others for no reason. They're terrible. Terrible!

Q: Are there things you regret?

015: I try not to think about them. Regrets don't erase your mistakes, so what's the point?

016: I did everything believing it was the right choice at the time. But I wish I'd done more sooner. It would have saved my sister a lot of suffering and I might not even be here if I had.

Q: Do you have apologetic feelings for your victim?

015: You're the one responsible for judging if I should, aren't you?

016: Who knows. But I don't regret what I did.

Q: Any prisoners you're close with?

015: I'm on good terms with everyone. Though, I like talking with Kayano. He's a bit like an older sibling.

016: I like taking care of Amane and always try to look after her, we're the youngest in the prison after all. But I don't know if she likes it...

Q: Which prisoner would you say is most like you?

015: Mr Mukuhara. There's just something about him, like if he looks at me too long he'll know what I did. That he'll know that I broke a promise too.

016: Not that sure actually...maybe Kotoko?No...Kajiyama? I don't know. But Kajiyama's actually kinda nice when you get down to it, isn't that surprising? He looks out for Haruka, like I try to do for Amane.

Q: Is there a verdict you hope for?

015: That would defeat the point. I want to be judged properly by an outside perspective. Whatever you decide must be correct, right?

016: I'd like to be forgiven, since I think I did the right thing. But I know what I did also hurt others, so I understand if you choose not to forgive me.

bonus notes!!

i was thinking that the trial results would go something like:

for naoto (015) it'd be t1 guilty t2 innocent, something like fuuta. because his mv and song would be super vague and the prevalent theory would paint him in a terrible light, kinda like shidou except without the pretty privilege, and like fuuta whether he feels bad or not is hard to tell, so he gets guiltied. then somehow his trial 2 would garner him a crap ton of sympathy again like fuuta and his vote would turn around

for akane (016) it'd be t1 innocent t2 guilty, kinda like a reverse of naoto. she might be like muu or kotoko where the trial 1 paints her as super sympathetic/heroic, leading you to root for her, but in trial 2 she gets painted in a more negative light so she gets guiltied then

funny side note is that in terms of character parallels by complete accident i accidentally gave naoto like a wild number of paralles to kazui?? like i reached the 'which prisoner would you say is most like you' question, looked at it and suddenly realized, hey isn't this guy just like kazui??? it's that 'i personally relate to kazui a staggering amount' swag ig

akane's parallels were a lot harder to think of because she paralleled a lot of characters in different ways, so the way i ended up writing her response was deliberate and it's great fun to me lol.

i actually couldn't decide if akane would like fuuta or hate his guts, so i didn't include a 'who do you get along with?' question here since i didn't know how to answer it

for their names i ended up going down the 100 most common japanese surnames list on wikipedia and choosing ones that i thought fit, then put them in combination with their given names. i think what i came up with is a little morbidly funny in relation to their crimes that i still think i was kinda clever for, but i didn't write anything about their actual crimes beyond the vague hints in the interro questions, and i havent included the actual characters for their names. idk is that interesting to you guys

so anyways i was wondering if it'd be better if i elaborated on the crimes and wrote them out as it happened in another post or..? idk what do you guys think? should i continue to just be super vague about them

i did also come up with these guys with a prisoner pair theme in mind and it's supposed to be something like 'how much of yourself would you give for your loved ones' but im a little afraid that might be too similar to shidou and mahiru's theme about love? even though their crimes are vastly different i think

anyways that's it, have a nice day!! if you were interested enough to read all the way to here thank you so much <3

#I JUST REALIZED I MADE MISTAKES WITH AKANE'S SPRITE NOO #i forgot the buckle and to add shine to her hair...maybe ill fix it maybe i wont #milgram oc #my silly guys who i throw around like dolls <- oc tag #for the interro answers i ended up dropping the japanese honorifics and tried just conveying it through which name they use to refer to the #feels weird with the honorifics but also feels weird without so that's something #edited the post because photo format got fucked i hope it is now unfuckdf we shall see

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OKAY SO. GOT ONE PERSON INTERESTED IN THIS SO IM GONNA TALK ABOUT IT!!! Under the cut tho

Okay so post apocalyptic au, kinda zombie apocalypse?? the Shadow virus is the main thing here, and it's got canon typical violence, child death, all that. like. it's a qsmp post apocalypse au of course there will be a lot of that kinda stuff, also lots of mind fuckery

so!! how i imagine the virus works is that it like.. has rules, but like any rules they have exceptions (this will be a surprise tool used for later) and i dont have all of them figured out but i know there will be different stages and it takes a WHILE to get to the point the actually dangerous infected in this au are, but being infected means both physically and mentally, and it really depends on who you are as a person how that change affects you, it might make you more angry (wink) or might make you forget things

it can also alter age, and like appareance, obviously, but one of the main things is. well. the thing its named after, shadows. They move through shadows and reach out and grab onto unsuspecting souls

Now for like teams and stuff i have a general idea for all of them? but it requires the knowledge that the virus came into this world almost 400 years ago, the federation was started a decade or so after that, then the Eye (a group) appeared, later the Soulfire, Green (Gay) Ninjas and Bolas Rojas were founded, in that order.

Tubbo is the youngest known leader of the Soulfire to date, at only 19 years old which is surprising to basically everyone in higher ranks because 1, he's not even 20 yet (they still show him respect because he's their leader) and 2, he wasn't originally from the group. He only arrived a year or two ago but hey, he adapts fast Tina and Bad are co-leaders, leading different departments of the group, or better said organization. Tina taking care of their public reputation and farming, while Bad is usually taken as the actual leader but just being the one to help lead attacks on different groups

GGN were founded to rebel against Soulfire, and are now led by Etoiles, who much like Tubbo, wasn't born there, but unlike Tubbo was very much known before that and they knew he'd be a good fit for their leader after killing their previous one (dont worry about that) There's no co-leaders but there are well known people that like to take charge and lead, but they always go back to listening to Etoiles

Now, Bolas Rojas, also known as the Gas Mask cult, as a group are much younger compared to the other two, but they appeared with a set leader and chaos to create out of nowhere, and the leader is called the Crowfather and seems to have stayed the same since they appeared.... Weird!! Nowdays, they have a council and a second in command, but that doesn't change anything, really. They are much more spread out, and have an intricate introduction ritual and nobody really wants to deal with that unless they're desperate enough

if you're wondering about the eggs, don't worry about it! They're safe from all of their parents!

PLEASSSEEE ASK BAOUT THIS OR LIKE. TALK TO ME ABOUT IT PLEASE...... ITS SO NEW BUT IM SO READY TO SPITBALL IDEAS

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