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trailblazethegalaxy · 1 month

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Damaged ~ *Luka*

Summary: Luka doesn't mind being a cyborg, at least that's what he tells you. But his insecurities continue to pile up when you can't see until he finally lets it all out...

Pairing: Luka X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble

Word Count: 944

Warning: Swearing & insecurities

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"DAMN IT!" Your head whipped around to see Luka through his wrench across the room.

You sigh and shake your head. "Don't do that. You'll break something."

"It's already broken." He muttered, burying his head in his hand. His other arm was propped up on the table. It looked worse for wear but that was because he was always too hard on the machinery.

"Still..." You mumble to yourself before carefully walking over to see what the problem was. "Do you need my help?"

He looked up at you and gave you a small smile. "Please?"

You nod, returning his smile. "Of course. I'm always happy to help."

As Luka sat back in his chair to watch you work, you carefully assessed each gear and wiring mechanism in his arm. It was definitely in need of some major repair to the point it would be easier to build him another arm with all the upgrades he needs to be successful in the fighting cage.

You glance over at him and he sighs. "That bad?"

"What happened? You're always so careful."

He shook his head. "Just some bullies that wouldn't go down. That's all."

"That's not the full story." You shook your head and folded your arms over your chest. "Please, Luka. Tell me the truth. I can't fix this problem if I don't know the whole story."

Again, he sighs and looks away, vaguely surveying the workshop. "I went a couple rounds extra during training for the past few weeks. I just need to be on top of my game for the championship next weekend."

"Luka..."

"This is why I didn't want to tell you." He gives a small laugh. "You always give me that look and say my name in such a disappointing way."

"Well!" You scoff, exasperated. "What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to tell you you're right and you should tear up both arms as you fight? Because I can't do that Luka! I won't!"

He shook his head and you noticed his hand flex, almost reaching for yours. But he holds back. "No, I don't want you to do that either."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know."

His voice sounds so defeated you can't help but kneel in front of him, touching his knee. He looks into your eyes and you can see the unshed tears sparkle in his eyes. You sigh.

"Tell me what's wrong." You whisper, your thumb softly rubbing his knee. "I'm your friend, Luka. I want to help you when you need it. I want to be someone you can rely on. Please, let me in so I can help you."

"I don't want to be a burden."

You knew that. But hearing him say that made you flinch. He said it with such conviction and resolution. He believed whole-heartedly he was a burden. And you knew that simply was not true. Luka was never a burden, and nothing he could say or do would make you think otherwise.

"You're not." You shake your head. "I refuse to believe it. You are not a burden to me or anyone. You never have been and you never will be. End of story."

"But-"

"What part of “end of story” do you not understand?" You shoot back, an attempt at a playful smile dancing on your lips. "I'm serious, Luka! You are strong and kind-hearted and one of the best guys I know. You are an incredible asset to Wildfire and you are a hero to all of the children of the Belobog Underworld. How could anyone like that be a burden? No. You are one of the best people in this dank underworld. No one holds a candle to your upstanding character and I never, ever, ever want you to think you are a burden ever again."

A tear slid down Luka's cheek and you quickly swept it away. He chuckled as you did so. "Jeez, you got me crying like a child..."

"It's okay to cry." You assure him and glance at his mechanical arm. "It shows you're not all metal and wires. It proves there is still a heart in there, beating with love and kindness."

He chuckles before pulling you into a hug. "Thank you. Really. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere." You whisper into his hair. "I love you, Luka."

You can feel him freeze at your words and a drop of ice cold panic floods your veins. Perhaps you overstepped. Perhaps you said too much. You should take your words back, even though you meant them.

"I love you too. I love you so much, you have no idea."

You sighed, your body relaxing with relief. "I'm glad we both feel the same way."

"Me too."

After relishing the moment for a while longer, you finally step back and nod towards his still damaged mechanical arm. "We should really get to work on repairing this hunk of junk."

"Hey! It's not junk!" He defensively cradled the machinery. "It's special!"

"Says the man who was swearing at it and beating it earlier." You tease back.

"Touché." Luka laughs before holding out his hand. "How about we both work on this together? I don't think I can solve this problem on my own."

"Of course! We have to make sure you're not damaged for your championship fight next weekend." You nod and take his hand.

He shakes his head. "Not damaged. Never damaged. Just in need of healing."

"Well then, let me help heal you."

#Honkai: Star Rail #Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction #Honkai: Star Rail Drabble #Anime #Anime Fanfiction #Anime Drabble #Wildfire #Luka #Luka X Reader #Luka Fanfiction #Luka Drabble #Luka Angst #Mechanic #Mechanic AU #Drabble #Angst

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izbelross · 2 years

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Warm feelings

A/N: Welcome back to a new fic based on my incapacity to stay away from obsessions. This new round we all need to thank @saddykar for chutarse an entire friday and weekend tolerating my cries for Eddie. So, here is the ending result of almost six litters of Coca cola, four bags of popcorn and many many others types of chunk food, a bunch of fics I'll be posting with the long part of this week and perhaps the next.

P.D.: this fic is shorter, as well the others will be, but I love them just as much... this fics are my beibis.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader.

Warnings: angst (for a while, relax) / fluff / kinda strong language / more fluff.

Synopsis: A year after closing the second portal to the Upsidedown, you find yourself in the limbo, trying to get over the nightmares, going through your last year at school, having to choose what path you'll like to take and between all of that, probably the most complicated part, were the feelings for your friend Steve. And the cherry on top? He was most probably still hung up with Nancy.

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As we already know, Hawkins is a hunted city, everyone could fall for the quietness at arriving but from then on the days only become longer, weirder and colder. But for you, disappearances, strange noises and red lights coming from nowhere at the darkest of night were pretty common occurrences.

You didn't just survived the majority of the last couple years by pure luck... well, yes, mostly, but because it was like a tradition to be a weirdo in WeirdLand too.

Honestly, the curious part of it all was the fact that you made friends along the way. Now you were part of "The Gang", the secret heroes of Hawkins. Quite amused, quite depressed and with some troubles that every teenager went through plus the knowledge that the unreal isn't as much as you all wanted it to be.

After all the "almost to death" bunch of experiences you've had, the year is coming to an end, you're to decide where you want to study and suddenly the need for money is there at every step, no matter if it is for your own amusement or because you'll be needing it to exist.

That's why you thanked whatever powerful being there is for the existence of Robin and Steve who helped you get into Family Videos and, that was not the best part, it was actually the extra amount of time you got to spend with Steve, your ehm, friend, best friend... the closest like- like the one who you loved and liked and who you didn't totally have a crush on.

And who you totally didn't cry at night to because even if you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your miserable, imperfect and beautiful life with him, Steve was still hung up on Nancy, who just didn't happen to be probably the only girl he has loved but she was your friend as well.

Your relationship with Steve didn't bloom from day to night, oh no, no, no. You used to hate each other. Him being the rich popular kid at school and you the one who didn't give a single fuck what everyone else thought about you, not wanting to impress, not wanting to fit. So, it was kinda intense when you both got into trouble because one of his fake friends would try to prank you and he tried to help them or because you were each others headaches at class.

At the end, when you helped the kids with their weird friend and had to work with them, as well as the princess of school, you saw him change into a more mature person. You had a change too, don't get me wrong.

Going from the private suffocated being to at least being able to form long conversations, no matter how much they bored you. And trust, much more trust to your friends was thrown their way. Yep, this last year had being something that changed you.

"You should take another path y'know?" Told you Robin, while she unpacked the new VHS and you priced them. "Like... I don't know, Hawkins? For life? For adulthood? Yeah, nu huh, thank you but, I rather swallow a bunch of dicks before staying stuck here... I mean, look at us, this isn't the way we should be spending our youth, our golden years,"

Steve send you an amused look from behind the counter, doing his own task. Your heart didn't went on a running spree like every-time he took notice of you, nah, it actually did a double mortal with a steady fall, 10/10, normal, yep. "Aren't the golden days supposed to be when we're old?" He asked.

"Think we probably are old already," you sighed, getting up from the floor, where you sat two hours straight with Robin, your back making a popping sound that made both your friends chuckle. "Yep, old." Murmured Robin.

"C'mon girls! We still have a lot of years ahead!" You chanced a glance to the tired girl on the floor. "Yeah, let's see... where do you see yourselves from a few years on?"

Both Robin and you groaned, she going back to her duties at taking vhs out the box while you got closer to the counter where Steve was, in search of more stickers for the prices. He reclined on the table, a few inches away from your face. "C'mon darling" you ignored the way your body heated, "I imagine myself in a nice house, not too big, not too small. A good job, maybe one or two kids-"

"More than you already have?" "And- " Steve completely ignored Robin, you didn't dare look at him when he started to talk again, you already knew what he was going to say next. This wasn't the first time he has told you about what he wishes to have when older. "And the woman I love beside me."

Robin was about to start talking again but stoped herself when she looked at Steve, and then you and then again at Steve. "Shit", she thought. Standing as fast as she could she brought the box with her and started walking to the back of the store "I finished this box, I'll go for more! Keep doing your tasks children!" Robin smiled at Steve that sent her a grateful smile, you however looked at her like two tentacles had suddenly sprung from her retreating back.

"The fuck, Robin, there are still like two dozens of-" "I said I'll be back!" She interrupted you, and the last hanging sound was the door being shut.

"Well... if she isn't acting weird then I don't-" you didn't finish your sentence because of the sudden look Steve had, directed straight at your eyes. His brown eyes were heavy with an emotion you have never seen in him, not directed at you at least. "Are you- eh-" you cleared your throat, the computer at his side suddenly a quite interesting machine "you okay?"

Steve didn't answer, instead asked you the same question from moments before, "Where do you see yourself in the future, (y/n)?" He inclined his head, hair falling softly and your heart started a race for winning a price, you didn't know what but it surely was important, your being got stuck in there, the spot where Steve's eyes where roaming your face, warm eyes, soft smile waiting and big hands taking yours, caressing them. You cleared your throat again. "Can-" Steve licked his lips, "Can you look at me, (y/n)?"

Slowly, so slowly, your gaze moved to his face, looking at his lips, and nose, going straight to his eyebrows and then his hair, his stupid perfectly un-combed hair. And finally, finally, your eyes found his and in an instant your cheeks turned red.

Steve's smile widened and his hands tightened yours a little more, assuring himself, and you.

"I'll tell you more about the future I want." His body moved a bit closer, his eyes jumping from both of yours, to your lips and nose and back to your eyes. "I see, this home, warm, maybe a dog or a cat, I don't care. A little garden, three rooms. Two of them for the kids and," his nose brushed yours, and you giggled. Steve's eyes crinkling with the sound, "the last room, sweetheart... Our room." The next thing you know, his lips were in yours, a soft gasping moan coming from you and the sudden pull from one of his hands on your face grounding you from floating away.

Silk lips brushing yours at first, testing if you were okay with this, with Steve Harrington pushing your head to his from the neck, moaning in your mouth and kissing you harder. His lips parting and his tongue darting out. He let out a long pleasured moan when your own tongue touched his.

So, so much for being just a dream. It was enough for you to lock your hand in his, the other finding way on his cheek. Both of you let out muffled giggles that broke the long deep contact but didn't stop you from pecking his lips. "What do you think, hmm?"

Steve didn't let you get as far, his forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily and leaving small kisses every few seconds on your smiling lips. "I would definitely like a cat." He laughed at that, eyes closing with the force of his happiness. Getting impatient with the fucking counter between you, he jumped over it and dragged you to his body. Arms enveloping you and not letting you move too far, only for his mouth to find yours again. Kissing you deeply.

Now you did let yourself fall on his embrace, moving your arms one around his neck and the other to his back, obliging him to incline his tall frame on you.

Minutes went past, with you against the counter while Steve kissed you, all tongue and teeth, and small giggles, tired laughs. His lips brushing against your jaw, leaving the tingle sensation of love that only the love of your life could mark on you. You stroked his hair and pulled when his lips found in your neck that spot that made you moan near his ear. Steve only letting out a raspy chuckle.

With your body inclining more to his, who started to push you more against the counter, your back arching with the edge pressing to your middle back. Time passed, floating endlessly around you two.

A muffled "Hey... guys?" Was barely heard from behind the backdoor. Between Steve's hands squeezing your hips here and there you didn't hear Robin until her fist slamming against the door made you both jump. "Not me being a bad friend, cutting your moment, which I really hope you are having because I'm tired of both of you whining about the other, but I think I might have, kinda "kinda" locked myself in here..."

You shared a look with Steve, smiles coming into laughs, one of his arms still on your waist, two pair of running hearts and red cheeks. "Could you be so kind to get me out? It's kinda getting hard to breath, I'm not really fond of small spaces, y'know? Yeah, you know... I mean-"

"Coming!" You said and before you walked to open the door, your hand was hanging onto Steve's neck, your lips kissing his. As if something normal between you. It lasted a few seconds but it was enough to leave him breathless when you pulled away, murmuring softly to him, "I love you too, Steve." Proud of the idiot smile you left on his face, you went to open the door.

Turns out you were absolutely wrong, and you have never been more happy about it.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington friends to lovers #steve harrington fandom #robin stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x best friend!reader

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silvertsundere · 8 months

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Silver Talks AniManga (17/09/23)

turns out we actually got jump today after all let's go babyyyyyy also one more new series in this serialization round next week but it's about ice skating so not super interested, but we'll see how it is

blue - finale/completed green - new series/new to me

Anime

Atelier Ryza Ep12 (Finale)

nice and chill finale for a chill anime. no sequel announced or hinted at so I guess that was the point of them adding that plotline with empel and lila hunting down the philuscha monster thing. anime was nothing to write home about, the animation was serviceable and never really dipped in quality because of that, the music was from the game so it was good and the voice acting was good as well. some episodes felt really slow but it just be like that when you're adapting a JRPG let alone an atelier one lol. I enjoyed it overall anyway, ryza is super cute and I love her so this anime was basically just an excuse for me to indulge myself in her cuteness for 20 minutes. they also had a lot of klaudia ryza moments which I greatly appreciate. if you've never played the game and want to know if this is a good introduction/starting point.. you should just play the game. you don't really get anything out of this you wouldn't out of the game and you get the whole story instead of just like half of it.

Pokemon Horizons Ep22

nice and action filled episode for once with the return of the original villains and the appearance of this pink chicken. I thought it was p funny moltres is another of the ancient party members since the other is shiny ray and the arboliva which isn't legendary but we'll see how the rest of the party is. also the episode ended on a cliffhanger and I thought that was fucked up since the anime is gonna be on break 2 weeks between cours but that's apparently only next week tehe

Manga

Do Retry Ch19 (Finale)

nice final chapter for do retry, 18 felt a lot like a finale too but this one was a timeskip, all the way to present day, following aozora's grandkid, him going to his funeral and learning about his past. as for the series overall it was...ok. it started with a good impression with some strong art fruit of the author's previous assistant work for matsui but the quality wasn't consistent. the story felt alright at first but as soon as MMA entered the magazine you could really see the gap in their quality. ofc it's not that fair to compare a newcomer to a veteran but still. and then came the cancelation which made the story speed up even more which didn't help it either making it end up as a pretty weak series. I'd say the author could do a better job on their next series but I think they'd be better suit to do some more assistant work for a bit before trying again, but hey I'd rather read another do retry than ichinose so it's not all bad.

Kagurabachi Ch1

hey that was pretty good, I liked it a lot more than mamayuyu last week. the art looked serviceable during the downtime scenes but I really liked how the action looked. also, as is known, I'm a huge slut for swords so having a katana based series like this is like a treat, just for me :). not much to say about the story since they didn't really reveal much either, seems like a standard fare revenge story but we'll see how it goes.

Kaiju 8 Ch93

the hoshina fight is finally over, it was a lot longer than I expected considering the others but it was VERY cool I've always liked hoshina since he's a Swordsman™ and this fight really showed how cool he is. was pogging out my gourd when he went santouryuu. only 2 more fights left now til we get the big climax one with hibino

MamaYuyu Ch2

oh hey would you look at that, I guessed it right last week and their world is getting invaded by demons. we'll see next week how the action goes cause it'll be mc's first time fighting. also gonna take some more time to get used to the weird paneling but it had some neat ones like chap 1 again

Blue Box Ch117

great chap, not only did taiki get his first major w but we also had this cute moment with him saying natsu's name without the honorific

Martial Master Asumi Ch13

great chap too, nito's first official fight started off with a bang and we finally got to see his long teased super move. ofc the next fights won't be so easy but that makes me look forward to them more

#silver talks animanga

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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omg wtf thats adorable would u do a pt2 where he does mattys if we pretend he didn’t already chop his hair and sideburns off yet.

george can do it instead that’s way cuter

Sorry this to a while. been in a weird writing funk. hope you'll still see this though

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"So, what do you think?" Matty gets up from the couch, pacing back and forth as he waits for his friend's opinion.

"No, I agree we need to go softer- you need to go softer. It's just....have you thought about how you'd explain it? onstage, i mean. For continuity reasons."

Matty pauses in the middle of the room, looking up at George, "hmm." he takes in the feedback, mulling it over in his brain.

Over the years, George has grown to recognize Matty's different silent moments and their functions, so he didn't need to press any further.

"Well, what'd we do to create this...this umm....Truman Black-esque vibe?" Matty asked, mostly rhetorically, but George knew that thinking out loud was meant to be a group endeavor.

"Well, the whole fuckin show." George shrugs, chuckling.

"Right, right....I'm thinking how do we modify it to help convey the change? The raw meAt and dick touching will have to go."

"shush, wait, do you hear that?" George whispers, pressing his index fingers to his lips in a hushing gesture.

"what, what is it?"

"That's the sound of millions of fans mourning those bits of the show."

Matty smiled giggles, rolling his eyes. "I think the set will have to be different too. We lose the white. Replace it with more light, but yellow. like warmth."

George nods and hums in agreement. "How do we open the show, though?"

"direct. No performance bullshit. Just...us four, Polly, Jon, you know. Just music."

George looks off into the distance, absorbing Matty's words and attempting to visualize the idea. "We keeping the uniform?"

"is it possible?" This time, Matty's question wasn't rhetorical.

"Don't see why not...you just have to soften it."

"How'd I do THAT?"

"lose the fuckin hair wax, for a start..."

Matty giggles, George's disdain for the hairstyle always vocal. "right, what else?"

"Guess you gotta also shave off the sideburns and-"

"WHAT? bro, you're just jealous that I've got nice hair and you...well, are...bald."

"fuck off." George retorts, getting up from the couch and slowly meandering over to his luggage to retrieve shaving and hair tools.

"Excuse- what do you think-"

"C'mon, then. Have a seat." George nods towards the chair on the other side of the dressing room. "I know you. If we don't do this now, you'll change your mind fifteen hundred times. And I'll have to hear about it all week. So sit down and lets deal with it."

Matty sighs, defeatedly melting into the chair. "Well, I don't want a buzz cut."

"Not gonna give you one."

"And don't take off too much in the back-"

"you do realize I've got several sharp objects and control if your hair, don't you?" George smirks behind his friend, towering over him and positioning his clippers, ready to click the 'on/off" button.

Matty takes a deep breath. "Right, okay, fine. I- trust you- kind of. a bit."

George begins to slowly work his way up the sides of Matty's face, gradually ridding him of the sideburns that had framed his face for the majority of this tour, smiling to himself at Matty's wincing expression. "Matty!"

"What? I've literally said nothing."

"You're bouncing your fuckin leg. It's making everything move!"

"Right- sorry, I don't always notice I'm doing it."

"I know." George puts down the clippers and reaches for the scissors. "That's why I always remind you....okay, so, I think the hard bit is over, but I do think we should take a bit off the curls to balance it all out. Plus it's nearly summer, so..."

"well, I've let you get this far" Matty shrugs "might as well finish the job."

"Please try not to sound SO excited." George quipped, making the first cut and watching Matty's hair fall in small strands onto the floor.

He rounds the scissors through his friend's hair a few times, stepping back to admire his work. His brows cross as he walks back up to Matty, rounding the chair to stand facing him and check to see if both sides are equal.

"right," George squats down to be at eye level with Matty and measures strands of hair from both sides of his face against each other. "Let's see here."

Matty realizes how close George's face is to his and he, of course, uses the opportunity to pinch his friend's nose. "ooppp...caught your nose!" He laughs.

George rolls his eyes, attempting to act frustrated, but Matty's ridiculous laugh makes him giggle in return. "Okay, all sorted, I believe. Go take a look, tell me what you think.'

Matty rushes into the bathroom turning the lights on and scrupulously examining his hair from all angles.

"So, what's the verdict?" George stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"It's great! Wouldn't even be able to tell it was done by a complete buffoon." He grins.

"perfect. That'll be six thousand pounds." George sticks his hand out, demanding payment.

#matty healy #matty concepts #the 1975 #george daniel

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qyuoza · 2 years

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Enchanted — Eight: Amortentia

Disclaimer: This series is a work of fiction and all credit goes to J.K Rowling for the main inspiration of this story and I do not own any characters or any of the art used in this work. All credit goes to the original owners.

Pairing(s): Yeonjun x afab!reader, Beomgyu x afab!reader

Warnings: Unrequited love, violence, A LOT of major time skips lmao sorry, tba.

Synopsis: Pining after your childhood best friend wasn’t exactly what Beomgyu had planned for his 5th year at Hogwarts, but how can she return his feelings when it seems like her heart is strictly reserved for another?

Taglist (open): @shiningstar-byulxx @milkycloudtyg @woncheecks

Enchanted Masterlist.

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"Why did you even brew the amortentia?" Taehyun asked Soobin. "It was for a review and it's not like I made much, or even enough for it to have a really bad effect" he replied, rolling his eyes.

Yeonjun, who was beside them, chuckled to himself. Honestly what did he really expect from these two? Always playfully arguing with each other as if their lives depended on it.

"Oh Yeonjun, I totally forgot to ask, but isn't the next task for the Triwizard Tournament next week? I feel like Y/n should prepare herself mentally by now" Taehyun cringed.

The last Triwizard Tournament still had the champions rescue people dear to them from the lake, and by the looks of it, who else did they really expect for Yeonjun to hold dear to his heart besides the girl who had won his heart over.

"Taehyun stop it, that's going to make him anxious. She already got beat up today so you're just adding onto his worries" Soobin retorted.

Taehyun shook his head and waved his hand at the him, but Yeonjun of course knew better. He shouldn't be a wuss because this tournament isn't for the faint hearted. As the other two continued talking, Yeonjun spotted Hueningkai and Beomgyu walking over to them at the courtyard.

Taehyun saw them and immediately smiled. "Beomgyu finally! You're coming around more, here sit" Taehyun offered a seat next to him as Hueningkai squeezed in between Soobin and Yeonjun.

"What's with you today?" Beomgyu chuckled, but then noticed the obvious deadpan on everyone else's face.

"Did you not hear about what happened?" Hueningkai looked at him, puzzled. The news would’ve already made rounds by now, but Beomgyu only shook his head as Soobin let out an audible gasp.

"Y/n got beat up by your crazy girl—" Taehyun was cut off.

"Uh, ex actually, ex-girlfriend" Beomgyu clarified as they all gasped again. "You broke up with her? That's a first, is that why she went bat shit crazy and beat up Y/n?" Soobin asked, still stunned at the sudden break up news between the two.

"Yeah I honestly felt suffocated in that relationship, so I broke up with her. She was always a weirdo but I guess I just used her as a way to forget my feelings for, a certain someone" the rest had already figured it out by now, but Yeonjun didn't want Beomgyu wearing his heart on his sleeve around Y/n, not when he was already making good progress into a relationship with her.

"Understandable, but she already lost feelings and doesn’t actually know how she feels towards Yeonjun—" Soobin was cut off after seeing Y/n and Eunseo slowly approaching them, Y/n already seemingly better and in a more chipper mood.

"Hey guys! I'm finally here in one piece, don't worry I swear I'm doing alright" she beamed.

The boys still looked at her worriedly, Eunseo as well, but shrugged it off because they knew Y/n could handle herself.

"I'm glad you're doing well and you're here in one piece, be more careful next time. Also speaking of which, I need you four to listen, since Yeonjun and Taehyun already know what I'm about to do" Soobin pointed at Beomgyu, Hueningkai, Y/n and Eunseo as they all looked at him quizzically.

"I have something to show you, but listen carefully because a lot of things could go wrong" Soobin continued, fishing out the small vile from his pocket again.

“Why did you even brew that if things could go wrong—“ Hueningkai asked, but was again cut off by Eunseo clamping her hand over his mouth.

Then Y/n had suddenly snapped her fingers upon seeing the liquid inside it. "Amortentia right? Since apparently things could go weird, in terms of feelings at least" Soobin nodded erratically and high fived her.

"I'm not going to make you guys drink this or anything though, it's just that I need you each to take a whiff of it" Eunseo was perplexed at Soobin's sudden declaration, then she looked over at Hueningkai, who honestly seemed more interested in the liquid than Soobin's intentions for using it.

"Wait why do you even have amortentia first of all?" Beomgyu asked. Soobin paused and cleared his throat, audibly flustered at the sudden question.

"I brewed it for a review, and I know it sounds dumb but trust me, it was a better way for me to memorize the ingredients!" he responded.

Everyone else nodded as they waited for Soobin’s instructions. "Who's going first then?" Soobin looked around at the group, until Hueningkai raised his hand enthusiastically, before he was handed the small vile carefully.

He popped off the lid and took a small whiff before closing it again and turning to the others, it seemed he was flustered after smelling it to say the least.

"Well? What did you smell?" Taehyun nudged him, eager to find out. "Citrus and uh, parchment" Hueningkai replied, face turning a deep crimson.

Their gazes were suddenly trained towards Eunseo, who was also flustered by what the boy had said. After all, the two were really just cowards about how they felt towards each other at that point. Eunseo coughed nervously, Hueningkai had just smelled her citrus perfume and the parchment she always had as a precaution.

"Save the confession for later you two, you're both already obvious enough as it is" Eunseo squeaked as Taehyun had just implied that Hueningkai had liked her back. Soobin then handed the vile over to Yeonjun.

The rest had looked on at him eagerly as he took one whiff of the liquid. "I smell earl grey and old books with a hint of candy that I bought Y/n at Hogsmeade" everyone else had chuckled knowing exactly who it was.

As expected, it smelled just like Y/n, but Yeonjun being open about his feelings didn't really surprise them anymore at this point.

"You're so cheesy Jjun, let Taehyun have a turn" Eunseo teased the older boy as the vile was passed over again to the lone Ravenclaw.

"Why do I have to take part? I only smell grass and apples" he groaned. The banter had suddenly paused, some looking at him questionably while others had gasped.

"You like someone! I may know exactly who!" Y/n cackled.

Taehyun shook his head furiously before shoving the closed vile into Beomgyu's hands. "I smell old books and earl grey too, it also kind of smells like Honeydukes—" before Beomgyu could finish his sentence, everyone else's eyes had turned as wide as saucers.

Beomgyu had smelled Y/n as well, but Soobin tried to divert the awkardness and snatched the vile from Beomgyu before thrusting it into Y/n's hands.

She looked at him oddly and went to smell it. "Hurry!" Eunseo hissed, everyone else trying to divert the topic at hand.

"Well, a sort of musky cologne I guess, fresh grass and like, a sort of sweet smell. I don't know it's so hard to describe it and it smells good, there's almost a sense of familiarity to it" Y/n scratched her head awkwardly. Everyone stared back at her stunned, she had described Yeonjun in great detail, but Beomgyu simply sat there, hands balled into fists.

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Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤

Rick Flag x Male Reader

Requested: yes

Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst

Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once

Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:

Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.

Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.

“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.

Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.

The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.

After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.

After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.

All these things led to the present situation.

You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.

You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.

You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.

A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.

“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.

Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”

The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.

Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.

“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.

After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.

time skip

It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.

The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.

Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.

When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.

“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.

“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.

The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.

Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.

The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.

Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.

“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.

“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.

“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.

“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.

Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.

Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.

Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.

Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.

With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.

Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.

Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.

“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”

Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.

“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.

time skip

Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.

The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.

Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.

That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.

Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.

It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.

The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.

Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.

“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.

“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.

Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.

A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.

When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“

You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”

It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.

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Author's note: Wasn't episode 8 just lovely? I just couldn't get this out of my head, they're becoming so dependent on each other. Be still my beating heart. They're reminding me of my MoonMun couple so much and I think that explains my obsession and the amount of fics I've written thus far lol.

Summary: Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"Are you okay now? Is there someone there?" He moves towards the dark alley that she came bolting from looking as frightened as he's ever seen her. He feels his muscles coil ready to protect her by any means possible. But before he can move she's tightening her hold on him, clinging to him now he can feel her warmth all around him like a blanket.

"No! Don't leave me." Hearing that scared plea causes a blurry memory to resurface in his mind, he can almost feel the words swimming in his mind but the memory is foggy and it evaporates as quickly as it formed.

Strange.

"Okay, okay. I'm not going anywhere. Let's go inside." He starts to maneuver her toward her house at first she moves with him but then she stills, letting out a small sound of recollection.

"My phone." She whispers into his chest, they are pressed so closely he can feel her heartbeat still pounding through her chest into his. He strokes her back in a lazy soothing manner, shocked when she melts into his embrace further. Nothing is making sense at this moment but he doesn't care enough to stop, this.

"What about your phone?" He redirects the conversation and she continues, "I dropped it in there when I ran away."

"Okay. I'll go get it, wait here." He starts to gently untangle her hands from his flannel but she lets out a whine, gripping his shirt even stronger and moving with him.

"I'll---let's go together."

She's trembling now, positively shaking in her spot and he wants to argue with her to just go inside and wait for him but her earlier plea echoes in his ears. He can't leave her alone not right now, so he steps forward feeling her move with him, one step after another until he sees the rectangular object on the ground.

"I'm going to bend down to get it." He can feel her shifting beside him looking around wildly but thankfully no ominous figure appears, they are alone.

After a moment she nods, letting go enough for him to bend and retrieve the device and he checks the screen noting happily that it's not damaged but when he touches the screen it doesn't turn on so he tries again.

"It's dead. I forgot to charge it." She admits, taking the phone from his grasp.

He turns to her with a sharp stare, "You stayed out late after what happened and didn't charge your phone? Are you that fearless?" He chides, frustrated with her lack of awareness and disregard for her safety. If anything ever happened to her he would.... He would.......

"It wasn't on purpose. I didn't realize. I know it was irresponsible."

It's not a response he's expecting, the Hye Jin he knows would argue back, hardly taking shit from him ergo her meek uncharacteristic reply makes him feel worst, he shouldn't be blaming her especially after seeing first-hand how scared she is.

"Let's go inside now, it's cold and you're shaking." They both know the temperature has very little to do with her tremors but she doesn't disagree and carelessly he enters the code when they reach the door, ignoring the jolt in his chest that erupts as he enters his own birthday and the door clicks open. He thought she would have changed it by now.

He's grateful she hasn't.

They both take off their shoes, standing side by side now her arm around his waist and his around her shoulder. It's a small space and they can barely move but they work around it, reluctant to release each other.

"Thank you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, he thinks that he almost imagined it. He had an excuse prepared this time, he was merely patrolling and happened to pass her house. That was the lie he intended to go with, but something in her voice stops him from saying those deceitful words. He's tired of hiding and making up excuses for being around her.

"You're welcome. Here sit down, I'll make you some tea." Thoughtlessly he moves towards the kitchen, taking two steps until he can't move anymore. She's holding onto him tightly, he turns around looking at her small closed fists and then her trembling pretty face.

With a soft sigh, he takes her hand rubbing a thumb across the smooth skin.

"Just come with me." Immediately she steps forward pressing into his back, he tries to calm his heart taking the teapot and filling it with water, then he opens the cabinet retrieving a mug and setting it aside.

"I like honey. And a squeeze of lemon." He smiles at her soft demands.

Now that sounds more like his dentist. The bottle of honey is in her top cabinet and he grabs a fresh lemon from the fridge cutting it in half.

They stand silently as the water boils and he finally feels his anger boiling away as well. Angry that he was almost too late and that his town isn't safe anymore, angry that someone was able to shake this immoveable woman.

The shrill ringing of the teapot breaks him from his impasse, on autopilot he pours the water on the tea bag, then squeezes the honey in the steaming water, "I like a lot of honey." She's attached to his back her voice vibrating straight through him, he freezes when she wraps her arms around his waist. Her closeness is messing with his mind, but he tries to finish his job and get them on the couch maybe with some distance between them.

For his sanity.

"Let's go sit down." He grabs both mugs walking over to her couch, placing her cup on the far right and taking a seat on the far left putting a sea of distance between them. But immediately she sits down right next to him, leaving no space between them she might as well be in his lap. He squirms in place, standing up to get some reprieve but she grabs his hand staring up at him.

"Where are you going?" Fear bleeds into her voice and he lets go of his hesitations, tonight is not about him.

Leaning over he grabs her cup, tugging it closer.

"Nowhere, I'm not going anywhere. Drink your tea."

She blinks slowly at him before nodding and bringing the warm beverage to her lips. Her hum of satisfaction warms him all the way down to his toes.

"It's good. You really are good at everything." He preens at the compliment, thinking of all the times this week he wasn't needed or was cast aside for Director Ji. He's been swallowing his jealousy all week. So her words fill a hollow space in his chest.

He watches her drink the entire cup, ignoring his own growing cold on the table.

"I need to charge my phone." She suddenly says and he stares before nodding, taking the opportunity to drink his lukewarm tea. But then he notices that she's not moving despite having the phone and charging in her hand.

"What's wrong?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

She looks embarrassed now, unable to meet his eyes and he's flabbergasted at her reaction.

"Come with me?" He stares at her, feeling the same pride bloom as when she sat next to him instead of her sunbae, she's leaning on him.

He spots an outlet across the room, "Okay let's go there." She looks relieved at his lack of teasing, together they walk over to the outlet and she bends to plug in the charger and puts the phone on the ground.

In seconds the phone comes to life and he feels a sharp pain in his chest as a barrage of messages light up her phone, the majority from one person. When she clicks to open the message he instinctively looks away, not wanting to witness their conversation.

"He messaged so much." Her voice is filled with awe and childishly he moves away. He'd almost forgotten that she didn't actually need him. He was just conveniently there.

"I should go now. You're safe. Make sure to come home earlier from now on, maybe ask him to walk you home." It hurts to utter those words but it's easier than being replaced later, it's okay if he's the one that pushes her away first. "I'll see myself out."

He stands ready to leave, pointedly not looking back before he changes his mind and stays forever.

She was just scared, tonight didn't mean anything.

He grabs his fallen bagpack thrusting it on his shoulder, hopping into his boots all ready to head out. But it's unusually quiet, the silence is so deafening that he can't stop himself from looking back over at her. It's a mistake, a huge one at that. The phone has fallen from her hands, abandoned to the side and she's looking at him with the most desolate stare he's ever seen, moisture pooling in her huge round eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you cry--"

"You said you wouldn't leave me. Why are you changing your mind? What if someone is still there? What am I supposed to do without yo--u?" Her voice cracks on the last word and his heart follows, she needs him. Nobody else has this week but here she is breaking down because he tried to leave, she needs him.

His decision is made for him in that moment.

As soon as he's close enough to touch she's clinging to him once again, he only absently realizes that she's trying to lead them to her bedroom but even he's not saintly enough for that so he stops her.

"Let's go to the couch. You'll feel more comfortable."

She doesn't question him seemingly happy to follow his lead.

The couch is comfy but definitely not intended for two grown adults, leaning over the arm rest he tries to get situated and once he stops moving she's snuggling into his side curling around him like a cat.

"Whenever I was scared, my mom used to stroke my hair."

He stares at the wall in front of them, wondering if she's aware of just how many lines they're crossing tonight- no catapulting over. But he's tired of second guessing himself so he stops thinking and just listens, bringing the hand that is curled on her shoulder up to her head before dragging his palm down her soft hair, gulping when she moans at the ministrations.

Her breathing starts to deepen and he feels her body losing its tension, she's falling asleep and once she succumbs he can finally make his escape, that's his plan. But he doesn't expect her to start stroking him too, her hand delicate on his chest.

"You've worked hard. Stopping a scammer and saving me all while recovering from a cold."

It's nothing. It's what he's supposed to do.

But it feels so good to hear those words, words that he hardly heard growing up.

"Go to sleep." He says instead of thank you, instead of kissing her like he's wanted to since he saw her outside and she ran straight into his heart.

It's a miracle but she listens to him, drifting to sleep her head heavy on his chest and he knows that he should wait a few minutes and try to extract himself but he can't, not tonight. Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"You're making me want all sorts of things." He whispers to her sleeping face, terrified of her and all that she makes him feel. Feeling emboldened by their almost kiss initiated by her, he pushes her hair behind her ear taking a second to really looking at her face. She really is that beautiful. It doesn't seem fair. Leaning down he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, her skin is sleep warm and perfectly smooth. He presses a second one shamelessly. Her lips are right there and heavens knows that he's tempted but he can't take advantage, can't bring himself to do anything else. That's enough.

He doesn't know when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Mi-seon throwing a blanket over them, he keeps his eyes tightly shut mentally berating himself for that leaving when he had a chance.

"Just friends my ass. Just admit that you like him, look at the way you're clinging to him."

Somehow they traversed further down the couch in their sleep, both laying horizontal now with her body on top on his and her head tucked under his chin.

"I've never seen her sleep so peacefully though. She looks so young."

He tries not to think too deeply into what that might mean, listening to the retreating footsteps of her roommate and feeling himself losing the battle with sleep. She'll probably be embarrassed to find them this way tomorrow but that's a hurdle for another day.

Just for tonight I'll hold her. Until I'm not allowed to hold her anymore.

#hometown cha cha cha #another episode coda #hong du shik #yoon hye jin #they are taking over all my brain activity #another fluffy drabble #this episode broke me

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I just wanna say if you want to throw in some posts on how you use all the things and are self sustaining, I would love it. At 30 I began living alone for the first time in my life and found out I'm similar, but I'm still learning so much! I want to build an aquaponic mostly self-sustaining ecosystem someday but I know I gotta start small. Also I'm sure your witchery includes more, but I adore the like, herbalist madman vibe you're putting out. Thank you for existing and sharing the existence!

OKAY! SO!!! IF YOU WANT TIPS!!!

I'm going to do what I call "apartment almost self-sustaining living" since not everyone will be able to get like, a house, and land, even if it's a small plot.

I am also going to be doing it based on a generalized diet, so obviously change any parts that you have allergies or moral opposition to personally (eg this will not work for vegetarians without major adaptation but I'm sure you can)

Things you need to start:

A bunch of tupperware, ziplocks, saran wrap--storage basically.

A crock pot, a blender, a microwave. Obv a stove/oven.

Crock pot is key!! It will pay itself over 100 times.

Invest about 40 bucks in various bulk meats. That means BUY that discount pork loin, BUY that whole turkey on discount, BUY that giant ass bag of chicken quarters.

Find a way to freeze most of it and portion out the rest. What I tend to do is start with a 4 lb pork roast in the fridge and then split up the chicken quarters, put a few in ziplocks to slow thaw in the fridge and freeze the rest. This actually sets up a few WEEKS of meals.

When you're buying your meat, invest in the largest bag of white rice, about half as much brown rice (bags tend to be smaller and I don't use as much), largest bag of flour, largest bag of pinto beans, and maybe a few other bean choices. Put these in storage containers. I got this set for like 6 bucks from walmart

This will collectively put your costs around 75~, give or take. After that, allot a budget of about 25-50 bucks for fruit, depending on your expected intake. I like bananas, as when they go bad they DON'T turn into fruit fly zones and they can bake into other breads.

Actually, most fruit can be turned into bread. While I primarily keep them around to make smoothies in my blender--excellent way to keep appetite down while getting a vitamin blast--once they start going bad I make breads etc with it. But make sure you have storage containers for them so YOU DO NOT GET THE FRUIT FLY EXTRAVAGANZA.

Use the flour to make bread. Yes, I said it. It's infinitely cheaper, infinitely better, and infinitely more filling.

Easy bread recipe:

Take 2 cups hot water, throw in 1 1/2 tbsp active dry yeast, as well as a half cup sugar, stir for a sec, let dissolve then leave until it turns into a foam. Then add in about a quarter cup of oil, and start blending in flour one cup at a time, should take 4-6. Knead around for about 7-8 minutes. Dough should be tacky and clean the sides of the bowl. If you think you added too much flour sprinkle in new water. Beat the shit out of it for 7-8 minutes then roll in a well oiled bowl. Leave to sit for about 1 hour while it rises, covered with a wet cloth. Punch it down. Knead it around again for about 2 minutes. Split in half, round hrow it in a bread pan and leave it to sit in a warm area for another 30 minutes or so, or until the dough rises about an inch over the top and shapes to the pan, then shove in the oven for 30-40 minutes or until golden brown.

Congrats you just made your own bread for like 25 cents.

If your fruit starts going bad, make fruitbread. Find a banana bread recipe online and then modify it to your fruit of choice, being mindful of differences like liquidity.

NOW TO TOUCH ON THE MEAT AGAIN.

The CROCK POT. I have a 6 quart pot, and a 4 lb pork roasts nests perfectly inside it with just a little extra space around the edges. This is the perfect size. Slow cook your roast in the crock pot 8 hours, fat side up and seasoned to preference, until it basically stews itself. (suggested, sear it in a pan before putting it in).The volume of meat vs the size of the pot, it WILL stew itself. Then once you have this giant glob of like pulled pork you can eat for a dinner and then make sammiches on for a few weeks, you'll have this leftover broth stuff.

Save that. I don't care if you use it immediately same night or just put it in a jar, save the goo. Because later, you can, say, blanche any bone that came in the pork roast in it. Or the next day throw a chicken quarter into the pot and make it more of a pork-chicken broth fusion.

However you choose to base these broths, you can then throw in some rice with whatever meat you're cooking on the day of your choice and some pinto beans in that same crock pot to cook. Add water to the broth if needed. Make small amounts of dense dough to drop in if you want to make it a sort of chicken and dumplings thing. As normal, rice and beans will expand, and you will VERY easiy end up with like, a week worth of food to eat off of.

From there use any fruit or snacks (if you buy snacks, I really don't beyond a few granola/fruit bars) to do variation until it's complete, but you have like 1-2 weeks of: pulled pork sammiches, and chicken dumpling soup with rice that's hearty as fuck.

OTHER INVESTMENTS

Peat moss pots, a bunch of cheap planters. Potting soil.

HERE IS THE LIST OF THINGS I HAVE OR HAVE PLANNED SEASONALLY TO ORDER

Peppermint, Chives, Scallions, Cilantro, Rosemary, Blueberry, Black Cherry, Artichoke, Kale, Broccoli, Amaranth, Calendula, Roma and Beefsteak tomatos, Roaster Squash, Hyssop, Nasturtium, Marshmallow, Boneset, Skullcap, St John's Wort, Yarrow, Mullein, Holy Basil, Blackberries, Asparagus, Poblano, sweet pea, okra, strawberries (specialty types), sunflower, and heirloom beans and corn. Personally I've got a set designed to look festive through fall holidays

Not all of this will be useful to the average person. Like, unless you're like me and make Marshmallow Root tinctures, or St John's Wort, etc, you probably don't need that. But the set above is designed to "blend" on a property to look equally ornamental as they are functional to not get landlords and the city up my ass. Many of them have colorful variants, it'll make a very autumnal yard.

See what of those you expect to use at all and the planting requirements of them. Climbing strawberries and other options may be good for people who just have patio space. Just look up climbing plant seeds on etsy to even get a starter idea.

When it comes to my berries, I actually have a property line. The strawberries are staying near me but I'm just gonna put some out near the bushes so I don't piss off my landlord planting literal bushes up front. But that takes the load off of my fruit orders. I can't really grow bananas or avocados in my situation so those I'll have to buy, but I'm dramatically shrinking my grocery bill as we speak, as you can see. Did you know there's ornamental brocolli? Fractal brocolli? Purple brocolli? Did you know Nasturtium is edible and spicy? You can literally just make your porch look like a showy garden and be hiding an assload of food on it.

If you have the space/time/whatever and aren't apartment based I'd suggest a few egg producing chickens. I haven't flown that one by my new landlord but I checked the city statutes. Done it before. And chickens eat scrap. So guess what, it's the circle of life.

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Extra Complications PT3

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"Don't bother coming back into work tomorrow."

Her words had been replaying in your mind since the final encounter, bouncing round like a taunting echo. It'd only been a week since you'd stopped working at Alchemex, yet had felt like a lifetime of boredom and fatigue. With no job or persistent villain to chase after, if you could even call Liv a villain anymore, there was no reason to get out of bed in the morning, nothing to stop you from moping around your apartment. The days blended into what felt like one long sick day, disregarding the occasional break to rescue a cat stuck in a tree.

Although, your only sickness was of the mind. Whenever you attempted to get some rest, your thoughts would inevitably drift to Liv; the cold, distanced tone to her voice, the look of betrayal in her eyes, how empty the week had felt without her. By the third night plagued with insomnia, you were starting to accept that your feelings towards her may be more than a simple crush. On the eighth night, you decided you ought to do something about it and began to formulate a plan.

Entering the building like you were still an employee would be almost impossible since anyone who left their job was rarely welcomed back with open arms. It'd also be better to avoid the security and CCTV cameras, which you'd learnt used face recognition technology. And finally, locating a security card would pose a potential problem, as walking round the facility until you happened to stumble across a janitor to steal from was unfortunately no longer a possibility. So, what was the solution to all your problems? Vents.

Which is how you found yourself scouring over blueprints like a cliched protagonist from a bygone age movie, but at least the irony hadn't escaped you, and thankfully laboratories generally required a great deal of ventilation, so you had multiple routes memorised by the time the bus had arrived at Alchemex. You'd spent the entire journey on edge, fearful that any fellow passenger might accost you for looking so suspicious. But apparently an agitated figure buried beneath a pile of blueprints wearing a spider-suit underneath a jumper was normal enough to be ignored.

Nonetheless, stepping onto the concrete ground of the car park was a relief which inspired a tad more optimism. Moreover, leaving the burdening stacks of blueprints behind further alleviated some of your anxiety. It felt like a final confirmation that this was your one and only chance, and you weren't about to mess it up. Even as the building loomed over you casting a shadow of uncertainty, nothing could discourage your determination.

There was the remarkable sense that you didn't belong here, though it was a familiar sensation. One that persuaded you to tug the mask over your head before darting toward the edge of the car park. It was your belief that as long as you stuck to the outskirts of the facility, few would pay you any attention while you were out in the open. Therefore allowing you to manoeuvre into position and take the quickest passage straight to Liv's office. Which is exactly what you did.

The first stretch of the vent system was a straight drop, a narrow plunge that went on for longer than anticipated. Like a slide with no angle of inclination and a lot less fun. You hit the metal base with an ungraceful clang, certain that your legs would've buckled upon impact had it not been for the lack of space to do so. Overall an uncomfortable start. The remainder of the journey was a lot of crawling and muscle cramps, your only incentive being the occasional grate to peer down which reassured you that your destination was drawing nearer. Everything was going to plan.

Until you heard her.

Olivia's voice rung clear as if from a dream. It stood out from the general ruckus, initially leading you to believe you were hallucinating, that it was some kind of audible mirage. Yet you refocused your senses and it didn't go away. She was almost directly below you, separated simply by a thin layer of metal. With renewed ambition, you crawled toward the nearest grate as quickly and quietly as possible, frantically lowering your head to find the perfect angle, all just to catch a glimpse of her.

"What do you mean the program hasn't worked?" Liv pinched the bridge of her nose, her words laced with an an uncharacteristic anger. You'd never known her to be an irritable person, she loved her job and every challenge that came with it. Was she uptight? Sure. Passionate? Undeniably. But never angry.

"I've tried rerunning and rewriting parts of the code. And it just doesn't work!" Some poor employee (Mark, if you remembered correctly) was fighting for his dignity below. You could see he was flushing, wildly flailing his hands around as he tried to justify his mistake.

"You've rewritten part of it?!" She repeated, volume rising in frustration.

"I- I thought I knew how to fix it."

"I told you not to mess with my work." She growled, stepping closer.

"With all due respect," He didn't back down, clearly caught off guard and unsure how to deal with an irritated Liv. "it's actually Y/N's work."

Upon hearing your name, you ducked out of view as if you'd been seen. Although, it was evident that this was not the case, so slowly you edged forward to peer down at them once more.

Liv's face had dropped at the mention of your name. But by the time you'd settled back in place, anger was already seeping into her expression, then was suddenly smoothed into disturbingly sweet smile. "Well, Y/N isn't here anymore. So I suggest you keep your incompetent hands off of things you don't understand."

Judging by her vague wording, you guessed she hadn't told anyone the real reason you'd been fired. A fond appreciation flooded your mind. Despite everything that had happened, she still respected your secret enough to keep it. You begun to consider that maybe Liv cared about you as much as you did her. Why else would she lie on your behalf?

Mark muttered an ashamed. "Ok." Then left to try and atone for his mistake.

Liv stayed where she was for another minute before taking a deep breath, shaking off her annoyance, and setting a determined path. You assumed she was heading for her office and were about to follow, but then paused. Was this really the best time for a reunion? She obviously wasn't in the best mood, and if you had to guess, it was likely due to your betrayal. Was it too soon to reappear in her life? You'd arrived here with the intention to apologise and make amends, however, you had no idea how Liv would react or what would happen after. If there would even be an after. She could attack you on first sight for all you knew.

No. You'd come too far to turn around now. You continued along the vent before you could overthink the decision. It would be foolish to turn around now: the end was in sight, and rapidly growing closer.

Reaching the final grate, you were greeted with the familiar yet new aerial view of Liv's office. It'd remained mainly the same since your departure. She hadn't even bothered to remove your lab coat, which was still carelessly thrown over the chair you'd frequented everyday. And Liv herself hadn't changed much either, disregarding the seemingly permanent anger lines upon her face. She was sitting at her desk, head in hand, mindlessly flipping through a folder. It occurred to you at that moment that she didn't look irritated, rather sad. Another unexpected emotion for her to display.

After a minute, she sighed, tossing the papers to one side and bringing her other hand up to crash forward into. She looked defeated, seeing her this way felt wrong. You honestly preferred the anger because it showed she'd maintained at least some of her usual intensity.

You sighed. It was time to fix this. With unsteady hands you delicately unscrewed the bolts holding the grate in place, careful to make as little noise as possible. It was as you were removing the final screw that you realised something: you had no idea what to say to her. No planned speech or prepared apology, you'd resigned to hoping for a spontaneous burst of thoughtfulness in the moment. You sat there for a minute, fidgeting with one of the screws while attempting to come up with what you would say. Should you start by apologising for breaking in, or for lying to her, or for applying to the job in the first place? You had a lot of things to apologise for.

And unfortunately, the chance to think it through any further was taken from you as the screw slipped out of your hand. You gasped watching it fall, hitting the ground with an faint thud. Although quiet enough for most people to ignore, you knew Liv was too thorough to not investigate. And as expected, following your sharp intake of breath was the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, then footsteps gradually approaching.

Liv appeared below you, bending down to inspect the screw before glancing up. Her eyes locked with yours through the mask and widened in shock.

"Hey." The casual tone to your voice sounded forced and you grimaced. But rather than dwelling on it, you dropped from the exposed hiding place and pulled off your mask. You smiled awkwardly, eyes scanning and overanalysing her reaction.

Liv stepped back to lean on the desk for support. Her mouth was agape, but otherwise her face was worryingly blank.

"If this is a bad time I can come back later."

Still no response. The room was drowning in a tense silence.

"Well, actually I probably can't come back." With no social cues to interact with, you began to ramble aimlessly. "I'm guessing you'll find a way to patch that particular security breach." You gestured up to the gap in the ceiling and laughed lightly. "Sorry about that. I didn't know how else to-"

You're cut off as Liv moves impossibly fast, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you backwards against the wall. A thousand different thoughts run through your mind at once, all wondering what she's about to do. The majority are focused on the possibility that she's going to hurt you in some way, although, even if she did have the intention to cause harm, you wouldn't fight back. You were tired of conflict, especially when it involved Liv.

She was standing close, breathing heavily and saying nothing. You couldn't help but let your eyes flicker down to her lips, the temptation to kiss her becoming increasingly vehement. So instead you forced your attention up to her eyes, which held an air of confusion.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was deep, full of unvoiced emotions.

You licked your lips, glancing at her mouth one last time. "I came here to apologise. I didn't mean for any of this to go so far."

"You're lying." She backed away slightly and you immediately missed the proximity.

"I'm not! I just-" You stuttered, then admitted in a quieter voice. "I never meant to hurt you."

She inhaled shakily and swallowed, your eyes tracing the movement of her throat. "And?"

"And because I care about you too much to let you think I did any of this on purpose." You lowered your head, her invasive glare becoming overwhelming.

Soft fingers firmly gripped your chin, compelling you to look up. Her eyes displayed distrust, confusion which you suddenly feel the need to wipe away. You wanted to make your affection for her clear, but found yourself annoyingly speechless. All the recurring thoughts and confined confessions that had been plaguing you for a week suddenly gone from your mind. You were infuriatingly at a loss for words. Although, the warmth of her fingers against your skin reminded you that actions speak louder than words.

You leant in slowly, giving her sufficient time to stop you. She didn't move so you kissed her lightly at first, searingly next. Your arm shifted to wrap around her back tentatively and she moaned faintly in response. Although, it wasn't until you allowed her to take control that any remaining anger dissipated. At that point the kiss became bruising, her hold on you tightening as a wave of shared desperation rolled over the both of you. Before the desperation could reach its peak, however, you separated from her.

Liv was almost panting, her cheeks tinged pink and hair a mess. She promptly attempted to kiss you again, though you dodged the advance and she whined. Her mouth latched onto your neck, sucking at the skin there.

Your head fell back against the wall, dizzy from lust. "Does this mean I can have my job back?" You quipped, running a hand through your hair.

"Depends." She murmured in between kisses. "Do you have anymore secrets?"

"None that I can think of." You smiled, the prospect of returning to what you'd come to consider as normality was an appealing one. Of course there were things you would need to work through with Liv, and many, many extra complications alongside having a relationship with your boss. But nothing easy was ever worthwhile, and Liv was living proof of that.

"Alright. You're hired."

#olivia octavius x reader

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valeriwa · 3 years

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kiss me baby

one: so it starts

summary: as the head of the very popular newspaper club, you have decided to heed the advice of the miya twins' fanclub and make a volleyball column. however, your club mutually agreed you'd be the one to gather content and coverage. something that started out as professional and friendly spiral out of hand as blushes rise and hearts race and a bunch of volleyball crazed doofuses think it's time you and mr-i-need-memories get together.

warnings: none

suna rintaro x fem!reader

masterlist || one || two

"y/n, could you please look over this?" a very stressed out takahashi yuki asked, holding out an overview of all the requests submitted by the school.

"oh sure," you replied, mildly concerned for the girl who stumbled away almost crashing into itsuki, who gracefully stepped to the side and let yuki bump into the wall. who said chivalry was dead?

you looked at the overview, shelving yuki's tiredness at the back of your mind, and it was to no one's surprise that the volleyball requests increased this week.

you sighed, pulling on your hair in frustration. could they give it up? the volleyball requests were already in majority since the start of second year, and they've only risen since.

"hey haru, you got a minute?" you called over the first year who was working on the headlining page.

"yeah, what's up prez?" blame his casual demeanor on his foreign upbringing. his eyes locked onto the submission overview and raised an eyebrow. were you considering volleyball?

"what do you think of putting a volleyball column in our newspaper?" you asked, desperately hoping for a no. it wasn't like you didn't cover volleyball either, it was in the sports section and was grouped with all the other sports club. there were probably two lines dedicated to the inarizaki vbc.

"why are you asking me?" completely reasonable, he was a first year and came off cold because of his laidback behavior. but you couldn't deny he had talent, and good sense. he was a good person too. you could tell that much.

"i trust your judgement. so?"

"o-oh, well, i'm down for it." he didn't expect your answer for sure, but haru wasn't going to be knocked down by his senior's passing words.

"you are?" you sounded strangely disappointed. oh well, time for some volleyball coverage.

you:

club meeting in ten

"what?" you sputtered, standing up.

"oh i agree!" ichika said, her bubbly personality shining through her yellow barrettes.

"i think you should, y/n," itsuki said, placing a hand on your shoulder in a way that didn't seem comforting.

"we have a lot on our plate y/n. it'd be amazing if you could take care of the volleyball column." yuki looked away while she said this, not wanting to seem rude to her senior but also wanting to come across as sincere.

you sighed, rubbing your jaw. maybe they did need a break.

"okay fine guys, you don't deserve more work. i'll do it, however, ichika will be helping me. i won't be able to do it alone with everything else." you slumped in defeat, sports were not your thing.

"oh of course! i'd be happy to help!" ichika agreed readily, her enthusiasm tiring you but she really did liven up the atmosphere.

"come on ichika, let's go talk to the coach." you got up from your seat, the first year following you and leaving the rest to continue with their work.

the gym wasn't hard to find, all you had to do was follow the loud, giggly group of girls.

"do you like volleyball ichika?" you asked causally, weaving your way through the dense crowd of girls.

"um, not particularly. my brother used to play, he's in uni now though. but it was kind of exhilarating to watch the matches," she explained, there was a faded spark of excitement in her eyes as she did.

"sports aren't really my thing." you spot one of the twins outside the gym. was practice over or something?

you're not exactly sure which twin it was but you could bet it was atsumu with the blonde hair. but you'd rather not take risks.

"hi, hi miya-san?" you called, ichika trailing behind you as the girls glared at the two of you.

"yeah? autograph?" he smirked, which was weird. dude was younger than you.

"uh no? i have to talk to your coach." you move a little to peek inside the gym and practice was still going on? did he come outside for the fans? seriously?

"what? the coach?"

"yeah, is he inside?" atsumu nodded, dazed. what just happened?

"someone reminded you that the world doesn't revolve 'round you," osamu snickered grabbing his twin by the collar and dragging him inside.

the volleyball gym had arguably never looked weirder with a stumbling atsumu and the rest of the volleyball team just staring at the two girls talking to their coach.

you could feel the multiple gazes boring into the back of your head. this was going to be a long day.

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desertofsnowflakes · 3 years

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Incorrect Order Chapter 2 (Nessian AU)

A/N: DO inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse and Swearing

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Cassian was waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He waited for the day he would forget the woman’s face. He waited for the day he could close his eyes without seeing her blue-grey eyes blazing in anger. He waited for the day he wouldn’t burn his bacon because he was thinking about her.

He had mused, how the face of a stranger was branded into his mind vividly. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t wondered if they’ve known each other before or have seen each other somewhere, anywhere before the day in the mall—even if on photographs or at an event or at another shopping mall. Still, he desperately wanted to forget about her. He wanted to forget that she ever existed. He wanted to forget their encounter in the mall that day. He wanted to forget everything about her, even though deep down, he knew what he wanted was far from forgetting her.

But he couldn’t afford this. He couldn’t afford to think about her at all times. He was getting distracted at work. His part-time job as a martial-arts instructor and as a sommelier was in a precarious position if it went on like this. He nearly tore one of his student’s muscles in his centre and got at least 5 orders wrong at the restaurant he was working at.

On a Saturday noon, Cassian decided the best way to clear his head was to dive into a war book or reread Secrets Of The Sommeliers for probably the millionth time.

* * *

Nesta flinched at the sudden ping of the oven timer. Again. She’d been thinking about him again. This was the fourth time in the whole week when she burned her cheese sandwich and she was getting so tired of this. She urgently needed a way to stop thinking about him. To stop seeing his insufferable grin whenever she closed her eyes. To stop thinking about him at almost all times.

It struck her as odd, the fact they didn’t even know each other’s names but she kept seeing his face as if they’ve known each other before. She gasped. What if they had known each other before? What if they were probably neighbours from Nesta’s old house or classmates or maybe they went to the same college. Nesta shook her head.

But why should she care? No, she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care what his name is or if he even has a name. She doesn’t care if she’s had the misfortune of seeing him before or if that was the first she’s seeing him. Or so she kept telling herself. She couldn’t afford to have him occupy her thoughts. She had better things to do. But all these excuses weren't enough to stop her from still thinking about him.

Nesta looked at her clock. It was a Saturday, almost noon. Maybe reading a spicy book or two will help.

* * *

Cassian loved the House of Wind library and bookstore. They had a variety of books in almost any genre. He'll admit though, that some of the librarians here are better left alone. He was lucky he came here often and therefore knew a handful of the merrier librarians. He made a beeline for his favourite section, books related to wine, best books for sommeliers.

On his way to the shelves he had committed to memory, he realised that there was a big poster about their annual Free Premium Membership Fest where 20 fortunate, early birds would get their membership card updated to premium with a number of privileges. Cassian's whole being was elevated. He missed the last fest they held and had been waiting for the next fest. He wondered how he could forget such an important thing. Oh. Right. Of course. A certain lady was occupying his thoughts. He sighed. He forgot about that too.

He was quite disappointed when he reached the counter. The fest started yesterday and the computer stated that there was only one person left till 20. What truly disappointed him was that Clotho wasn't at the counter as she usually was. Maybe she'll be in the—

“If you're done staring at the computer maybe you could deign to move so it can really serve its purpose of being a public property?” Cass froze. He'd know that voice anywhere. This was the voice taunting him at all times. “And if you have coffee in your hands, I'd suggest you turn slowly.”

He smirked. So she knew who she was talking to.

“Well, looks like the damage would be lesser this time since your clothes aren't white,” he observed.

“I figured black would hide stains caused by ogling, clumsy people better than white,” she said. “Now, if you could move, I want to register for the Membership Fest.”

“Register? What do you mean by ‘I want to register for the Membership Fest’?”

“A register, you know,” she teased, “Something like a form where you fill your details if you want to join something?” She smirked at his glare.

“Well,” he said, “if there is a register let me fill it first.”

“Because your ego is bigger?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” he dead-panned. “I came here first.”

“Here as in the counter or the library? Because I’m pretty sure I stepped into this library first.”

Cassian quickly checked the database where the information of all members appeared. He turned back to her with a self-satisfied smirk. “The database shows otherwise, sweetheart.”

She scowled. “I don’t believe you. You might’ve tampered with the information.”

He moved slightly to the side to give her a better view. Her scowled deepened.

She rounded on him. “You,” seethed. “You did—”

“Hello,” a new, shy voice said.

“Hey, Gwyn,” they both said in symphony.

A look of surprise crossed over her features before it faded away. When the woman turned to Gwyn, she wore a huge smile. “Oh, look, she smiles,” he muttered, earning him a glare.

“Is the fest still on?” Cassian asked.

Gwyneth Berdara, one of the joyful librarians here, said, “Unfortunately, not. We just got our 20th member.”

Cassian’s face fell. He noticed the same of the woman too. Gwyn, always the optimistic one, said cheerfully, “Maybe we could reserve one for the both of you next year?”

They both murmured their assent before Gwyn offered her farewell and went back to the staffroom.

The woman turned back to him. “This is all your fault,” she hissed and stalked out of the library, leaving Cassian more confused than ever.

* * *

Nesta went to the library to find solace or at least a semblance of it. Seeing the man there, however, left Nesta more rattled than she would care to admit. Rattled, and angry. Angry at the universe for giving them these unfortunate encounters. Angry at him for following her wherever she went. Angry at herself for feeling such futile emotions. Angry at her body for reacting to him.

She was also upset that she didn’t get a free premium member cr

Nesta was so occupied with her thoughts and emotions that she didn’t realise she was taking the wrong route. She wasn’t familiar with this part of Velaris. She also didn’t realise she was being followed. It was distinct, the sound of hushed breathing, of the soft thuds of footfalls. The footsteps sounded heavier which most probably meant it was a man. She couldn’t really be sure, though. This was a person who was not experienced in stalking but was trying hard enough.

Nesta knew she shouldn’t panic but couldn’t help the bout of fear that crashed through her. Nesta tried to stay calm. She tried to make sure she didn't quicken her pace. She tried, cauldron, she really did. But her fear was slowly overpowering her senses. She felt the urge to run away from her stalker.

But that wouldn’t be wise. Running away from her stalker isn’t a good choice. It wasn’t smart. Who’s to know he wasn’t armed? What if he was faster than her? What if her stalker was faster than her? He might be stronger too. He could over power her and cage her in. She didn’t even know what his motive was.

Then, Nesta made a ridiculously huge, dumb mistake. She turned to an abandoned alley. At least it looked abandoned. She let out a frustrated breath. Running away was at least better than getting stuck in an alley. So much for ‘that wouldn't be wise’. She looked around, trying to get a sense of where she was or if there were any means of escape, however meager it might be.

Suddenly, she was slammed to the alley wall. The rough cold stone was unforgiving and unyielding under her cheek. Her windpipe was closed off and she was struggling to get some air in. She fought to get free but her captor —a man, as she guessed— was too strong. Somehow, his hands felt familiar to her. As if she were long acquainted with this person’s touch.

“What do you want?” she gasped out.

He chuckled, the sound grating through her very bones.

“My little Nesta,” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting the shell of her ear. “Ever the stubborn one.”

That voice. It was one that she couldn’t forget as hard as she tried. Tomas Mandray, her ex-boyfriend, was someone not easily forgotten.

“Tomas,” she said. She couldn’t bring herself to be nice. Not now, not after how he treated her. “What the fuck do you want? Let me go.”

“I see you haven’t changed at all.”

“I can say the same of you.”

“Mhm. You broke up with me and then you called the police. Got me stuck behind bars for two fucking months.”

“Good riddance,” she muttered.

He slammed her head against the wall. Hard. Blinding pain shot through her. He yanked her hair so hard she was afraid chunks of it came out. Her head only throbbed harder.

“Manners were never your cup of tea,” he hissed.

“You were not that kind either. You were an empowering, possessive bastard and I don’t regret watching you grovel to the police for freedom for one fucking moment and I won’t ever.”

He growled and slammed her head against the wall again. She cried out and was pretty sure she heard something crack. She felt the metallic tang of blood on her lips, streaming from her nose freely.

“Oh, you will. You’ll regret everything. Every. Single. Thing. For your whole god-damned life. I’ll make sure of it, bitch,” he promised.

He tightened his grip on her hair that sent another wave of agony through her. She caught the glint of something in the fading sunlight. A knife. Of course he had a knife.

He had a knife while she was a mess, kneeling on an alley, completely at the mercy of one of the people who hated her the most. Pathetic. So, so, pathetic. She hated herself for whimpering. She hated herself for being this weak. She hated that she had gotten panicked enough that she turned to an alley, where no one would know.

Here, in this unknown alley, with the person she hated the most, Nesta Archeron was going to die. She was going to die a death as unknown as the place she was in. Maybe even without her sisters knowing. Shit. Her sisters. If only she showed all her love to sweet Elain and brave Feyre, if only she even went to meet her brother-in-laws, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, maybe things would’ve been different. She closed her eyes, fighting the emotion in her throat. I’m sorry Elain, Feyre, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, I’m so, so sorry, was the last thing in her head before she felt acute pain and succumbed to the dragging talons of oblivion.

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Naruto OC ship week

Sasori x OC

Prompt: First Meeting

[This prompt will become a future chapter to my existing fanfic in FF.net, this prompt is a major spoiler for my fanfic but I'll drop the link here]

@narutoocshipweek

"Hatsue's here."

Sasori of the Red Sand looks up from distorted wooden shapes, an abstract of limbs, an ancient art called moving statues, puppets. An almost imperceptible smile graced his lips and he nods at his long time friend. "Thought the council meeting would run late again."

Komushi, his friend, was a man of relaxed and tolerant manner, and he was the exact opposite of that in this moment. He hesitates. "The council meeting went without problems but Hatsue she–" Green eyes betraying something akin to fear meets steel greys.

Fury consumed the world reknowned puppeteer, he was a man of little emotion, their description of him. Unless it involves his wife. "What now. What did the council ask of her?" Suna had owed their generation too much, til when will they have to bleed for the village? To sacrifice? Their youth. Their innocence. Their life. This is why he had no love for Suna. An irony with how loyal and devoted his grandmother is.

Komushi interrupts his trail of thought with a refute. "No. The council– Hatsue and I, when we took over Elder Ebizo and Elder Chiyo as successors, there's no way they can force her or anyone anything. Not with our sayso." His friend took a deep breath and blurts out something in one breath.

Relaxing at the reassurance, Sasori prompts his friend to say the last bit. He didn't quite catch it.

"Hatsuepetitionedtoadoptthesandsiblingsincludingthejiinchuriki." Komushi blurts out again.

"Slower." He instructs, and then he starts to clean up his tools so he can go meet his wife. Weird. Hatsue could have just barged in here.

The green eyed man sighs defeatedly, shoulders sagging. "Hatsue petitioned to adopt the Sand Siblings including the jinchuriki."

Sasori starts, clattering the mallet, hook knives and chisels. "The Sand Siblings– The jinchuriki. One Tailed Beast." He learned of the recent assassination attempt of the jinchuriki by Yashamaru under the orders of Rasa, a council member. The 3rd Kazekage was able to apprehend the rampaging jinchuriki and took immediate actions to remove Rasa from the council, and then the talks of custody. No one wanted the monster. And damn, damn, damn his wife's bleeding heart.

"I gathered you two haven't talked about having kids yet in a while and Hatsue surprised you, huh?" Komushi grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

He scowls at his friend who took the cue to leave. His wife enters the basement and suddenly, there was light in the room. A bounce to her step and a sunny smile that keeps him enraptured day by day. "Sasori!" Hatsue calls out, laughing.

And she is smiling and whole and his. "Hatsue." He was up from his chair in an instant and gravitates to her, pressing a kiss on her lips. The other half of him. His life and his end.

They pull away; Hatsue's eyes crinkle, the roundness of her cheeks still made him wanna bite them even after all these years. "You working on Karasu?"

He knew when she's stalling. He didn't have the patience for that. "I heard about your petition."

"Yes. I'd like to take care of them." His wife tells him firmly and then timidly, "I'm sorry. I know we should've talked about this..."

"Kids? We can adopt a whole village, I don't mind." He looks at her carefully, considering his next words because Hatsue's face lit up. "But the jinchuriki–"

"The eldest is Temari, then Kankuro, and–"

"Don't–" Sasori tries to interrupt but the effort was in vain.

"–Gaara. I claimed them as mine. They're my responsibility."

The words were short and clipped; her tone gentle but it didn't quell the rage and worry that sprung inside him. "We should have had a discussion first. This is not just your responsibility but also mine."

"It was kind of an immediate decision. If it dragged on, who knows what power hungry mongrels would come out of nowhere and since I didn't talk to you beforehand, I specifically wrote the petition with my name alone." She rambles, hands squeezing his palms to reassure him. It didn't.

"Alone?" He couldn't help but screech. "You would have the village talk, assume, gossip that Rasa had you that's why you're claiming them alone–"

"No." Hatsue's eyes widened. "Kami, no. There's no way a rumor like that would spread, right?"

"People gossip. And it will unless you include my name to your petition." He intertwined their fingers. The things he'll do for his wife. Sigh.

"But I did it alone. It's unfair if they become your responsibility." She frowns.

"May I remind you, we married each other and whatever burden you carry, I'll carry?" He steals a quick kiss, and smiles upon her flushing red.

"Don't call them a burden." She swats his chest without intent.

"They are. Don't ever think that you'd have to do things alone. Whatever actions you take affects me too. And never do this again. If you picked up another jinchuriki I'll go rogue and hunt the rest so you wouldn't adopt another." He was dead serious, a little light hearted at the almost impossible feat. But Sasori could. Oh, he could. He never felt tied to Suna anyways. Not until Hatsue.

"Thank you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. She tugs at his hair and he groans, pulling away. Eyes in a daze but he quickly pulled himself together.

"When we go meet them for the first time, I want to talk to the jinchuriki alone."

"Why?"

"This is important. A jinchuriki is dangerous. Adopting one is not playing house."

"I know. I love you." She leans in for another kiss.

"Hemlock." His quip. You will be the death of me.

#sasori x oc #naruto fanfiction #naruto oc #mentions of sand siblings #adopting the sand siblings #naruto au #naruto canon divergence #sasori suspects his wife's goal is to adopt jinchurikis one at a time #because Hatsue's like that #language of flowers #hemlock means you will be the death of me #hemlock is poison btw #ofc sasori thinks that as a romantic profession of love #it's more romantic for him because he's been pursuing eternal art #if he tells you you can kill him #12/10 he likes you #that's how he won Hatsue over #by telling her she can kill him #married life be like

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URGENT QUESTION TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS, I NEED YOUR FEEBACK!

Okay so here's the situation. I am asking you all to please please read this through and like, maybe tell me if I made the right decision... because I feel terrible about this. I would love it if someone told me if this is correct or wrong and I should've done something else. I'm not a popular blog, so whoever this post might reach (which is not going to be a lot of people) please please take some time out to read this through. I know it's a really long post, but I really really need your opinion on this. If you don't have the time right now, maybe just reblog it and save it for later. It would also help this post reach more people. Also please check the tags for the trigger warnings.

I have been going to a therapist for about 5 months now. My mom, as you probably know by now, is narcissistic and my dad enables her, along with my mom's parents who we live with. I have no siblings, and I just turned 17. Since we live in Asia, all you desi people know how hard society is on us when we go against our parents, who are supposed to be godly figures.

So all along, my therapist, (for confidentiality's sake we'll call him Sam, 21), has been bent on making me talk to them. I dont know why. I've tried explaining so many times that talking to my mom is not an option because 1) NARCISSISTIC PEOPLE DON'T EVER CHANGE and 2) my mom WILL use all my words against me and twist them into whatever she wants and later bring them up to bring me down. You guys with narcissistic parents know this shit too well.

It's not like I haven't ever even tried talking to them, I have! I've done it so many times, with a calm tone, in the most diplomatic way possible. There were times I tried to get the point across by crying and being desperate too. There were also times where I thought anger might work out.

It never did. It doesn't. It won't, because she is not looking for solutions or for mending the bond between us. All she wants is to infantilize me and keep me under her control forever. Mom and dad both want this. They don't ever want to let me out of their sights. They don't let me out of their sights.

A very long story short, I am supervised 24/7, I don't have much of a phone, I don't have friends, I don't have any family members who would support me, I don't have much of a family either tbh. I am monitored like crazy, gaslighted every single day, lied to, manipulated like hell, and babied to the point where it's just narcissistic infantilization and not concern anymore. To them, I'm a baby when it suits them, and I'm an adult when it suits them better that way. She doesn't care about what I think because apparently I'm a liar and to all those people out there who know the smear campaigning and the flying monkeys and the triangulation....yeah. All of that happens on a regular basis. I know I'm not providing any concrete proof and situations but please believe me. Please believe me. My memory is so shot I can't remember anything and i know it doesn't work out in my favor but please please believe me I'm telling the truth...

I have made three suicide attempts, I used to cut and was very badly addicted to it, and now I don't cut, but yeah I'll be sharing the reason in a little bit. Please hold on, this means a huge deal to me. Please don't scroll past this.

So Sam never really even had a smidge of doubt that my mom might be narcissistic, and I wasn't given the benefit of doubt either. After months of research when I myself figured that it might be narcissism, I told him and he went along with it. He does believe me now. But somehow I don't feel very understood. I dont feel better after I talk to him. I feel like my problems are trivial and that I'm just not working hard enough. I feel misunderstood and I never feel satisfied. I asked him for tips to deal with crushing loneliness and panic attacks and stuff like that, but I never receive real answers. When I asked for help with my suicidal thoughts, he just said that it's never an option and that's it. That's the only answer I got. When I asked for help with cutting, the only answer I got was that if I even tried to cut again, I'd lose him.

Like. Is that really how therapy is supposed to work?

Half of the time we just while time away, talking as if we're friends and I mean, it's a paid session. We're not very financially well off right now, what with the pandemic and everything, and we're paying him 2000 INR a week. It's a lot for us because we ain't exactly rich. That's like 10,000 INR a month.

I try to talk, I'm told that I don't stop talking and don't let him speak. When I don't speak, I'm not speaking enough. I dont feel comfortable anymore in a way that I think I should be with a therapist. I have recieved more helpful advice from actual PhD psychologists who are making videos on dealing with narcissism on YouTube. I feel more understood by them than I ever have with him. So many times I have left the session crying and hours later I'd still be stifling tears. So many times I don't feel heard and I feel like if I told him something he'd be angry. Sometimes he snaps and is like way too straightforward and it just doesn't do well with me. He doesn't support a lot of stuff that I support, like anti body shaming, especially for overweight people and stuff like LGBTQIA+ too, really. I'm mocked in an underhand way if I express that I support stuff that he doesn't really like. It's not straightforward but... I can't shake the feeling.

I do sometimes look forward to the sessions, if only because I'll have someone to talk to...but that's pretty much it. I'm not getting anything out of this. He claims that no one will understand me the way he does, and he keeps comparing my life to his, which I don't like. He says that in a way he and I both very similar and he relates to me and then proceeds to tell me about events in his life. He says that I'm his favorite client and now a good friend too, but I feel like that's not how it should be. And I do make an effort to listen to him tell me stuff about his life but...shouldn't it be the other way round?

Now I'm not saying that he is a bad person. I have loads of my own issues too; severe depression, crippling anxiety, overthinking every freaking thing, I'm like 100% sure I have complex PTSD from this childhood trauma, constant pain everywhere, crazy headaches, flashbacks, nightmares, hallucinations sometimes, and major emotion repression. I'm dealing with a million and one things right now and yes that might be causing me to feel worse about this situation than I should. I admit that I'm not exactly thinking about this in a diplomatic way...but somehow it doesn't feel right, and hence this really long post.

If you're still here, thank you so much. Your reading this is doing something that means a lot to me. Truly.

He exercises a lot, and he gave me a whole schedule to follow with the meals I should eat and the exercise I should do and somehow I never feel like I'm doing enough. If I miss out I can't tell him because he always reprimands me for messing up. I dont feel comfortable about opening up and then he forces me to do that and then when I do I don't feel better.

Lately, we'd been talking about how I need to tell my parents to their face what I feel is wrong with their actions, and how without that happening there's no point to our sessions anymore. Straight up went that if I don't talk to them on this Sunday, then we're not going to have sessions anymore.

I tried explaining to him many times how my mom will never change, how I don't want to enrage them further, how I don't want to give her more information on my life that she can use against me again...but no use.

He insisted over and over again on how she has no idea what she's doing to me, and if we just talked it out, my whole situation will be fine. This is just a huge misunderstanding.

I tried so hard to make him understand that that's not how it works for her, she doesn't want to resolve things and she'll just jump at the first chance she gets to use all my information against me, but no. I tried telling him that I have talked to her before and that I also used to think that if I just told her what they were doing wrong, then they would understand and mend their ways, I mean it took me YEARS to convince myself that it was never gonna happen! I tried it so many times and everytime I fell for this trap and everytime I regretted it but he doesn't get that! At all! That they're never gonna change!

Instead of helping me get over them, instead of telling me how to move on, instead of helping me grieve over my entire childhood... he was forcing me to talk things out with them, because if I didn't tell them I would be keeping it inside me and letting that fester would be bad.

I agree that it's not healthy for me to keep things to myself, which is why I talked to him right? And the things which are troubling me cannot be resolved with them because they refuse to change their ways!

The only thing that would come out of that family discussion is me at a disadvantage and them at an advantage by having all the latest scoop on my life and then have my mom (who is a doctor who has also done a course on CBT) psychoanalyse me even more than she does now. I'd be tailed harder. It will get worse and I know it. I've seen it and I promised myself that I would never make the same mistake of opening up to them honestly ever again. And here Sam wanted me to that very thing.

And I agreed initially, I tried convincing myself that maybe it'll work out and after all, Sam will be defending me and everything (even though he did say he would support them if he found them correct) but I didn't feel good about it. I remembered that a therapist is supposed to make you feel more at ease and let you take your own time to process through things and never force a client to do something if they had doubts about it.

And so I texted him today, and I refused. He said we won't have any more sessions, but I said it's fine. Because I don't want to go to him anymore anyway. I think I would rather have no one to talk to, than have someone belittle my experiences and just overall make me feel worse than I did when I first entered the session.

There's more stuff that was related to this, and if you guys want to know something before making your judgement of this situation, please please please ask me, message me, but please just have a bird's eye view on this whole thing and tell me if I made the right decision...please.

I would really appreciate some feedback right now.

Thank you so,so much for sticking with me till the end of this post. It means the world to me, honestly. I couldn't thank you more.

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