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I Can Feel You

Pairing: Ben Solo x Rey

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Summary/Prompt: Rey and Ben share a force bond that made them closer than anyone else. Leia has a mission to send Rey on, and Ben has his reservations about this mission.

A/N: I haven't posted on this blog/anywhere in like.. 5ish years so pls be kind.

“Ben, I would like you to meet someone.” His mother says, guiding him closer to him. I look back nervously at my parents who give me a reassuring smile. A boy, quite a bit taller than I am, turns around and his eyes move from General Leia to myself. A nervous smile falls on his face before he returns his gaze to his mother. “This is Rey. Her parents brought her here to escape the First Order’s grasp of their planet. I’m hoping that you would be willing to keep her company while I show them around?”

Something flashes on his face, fear? Before you can attempt to place it, it’s gone. “Um. Yes I can do that, mother.” He says politely, clasping his hands in front of him. “Welcome Rey.” He gives you a kind smile, and steps to the side, allowing you access to the building behind him. “This is where I do my Jedi training, would you like to come inside?”

Your eyes light up hearing that he is a Jedi. “You’re a Jedi?” You practically shout at him, struggling to hold back the excitement. Your parents had told you stories of the Jedi, long ago there were so many Jedi that they were seen as the peace keepers of the galaxy. They had different colored lightsabers, and could even more things with their mind.

“I am. So is my mother, and uncle.” He beams proudly, looking between me and his mother.

“Why don’t you two go inside, and I’ll be with your parents, Rey.” General Leia suggests. I nod excitedly and run into the building, Ben following behind.

The room didn’t look quite like I had expected, there weren’t any lightsabers inside or anything huge that a Jedi could move with their mind. It was a large open room, made of some type of stone. The walls are lined with tapestries with symbols I don’t recognize “What do you do in here?” I ask, turning to face Ben again. “This isn’t really what I thought it would look like.” You admit, hoping not to offend him.

“I can show you?” He offers, excitement oozing behind the offer. “I’ve never really shown anyone besides my parents and my uncle.” I see his hand hovering over something attached to his belt, but he makes no move to show me. “But only if you want.” He blurts out, suddenly sounding nervous.

“I would love that!” I cheer, clapping my hands together excitedly. “What can you do?” Just as the words leave my lips, he grabs the item on his belt and presses a button. A blue lightsaber coming to life in front of my very eyes.

“Watch this.” He boasts. Three balls I hadn’t even seen sitting on the ground come to life, and surround Ben. He closes his eyes and takes a breath before the balls start shooting at him. Suddenly, I’m filled with fear for the boy in front of me. But he doesn’t miss a beat, each shot is easily blocked by his lightsaber.

I can’t help but feel proud of the boy standing in front of me. I could have never imagined someone capable of something so impossible, but here he is doing it. “That is amazing!” I cheer, watching him block with ease. Even when the balls start moving around he moves with them, not a single shot making contact with anything but his lightsaber.

After a few minutes of this the balls stop firing shots at him, and he opens his eyes and they finally meet mine for the first time in several minutes. “Ben that is amazing! I’ve never seen anything like that before.” I run over to him, and suddenly feel the urge to hug him. But I know that’s not appropriate for someone he just met.

The biggest smile I’ve ever seen is plastered on his face “I didn’t miss a single one.” He states “I’ve never done that before, normally I miss at least a few!” A sense of pride fills my chest, and I can’t help but hug the boy in front of me. Surprisingly, he hugs me back.

A burst of electricity bolts though me, and I pull away from him unsure what that feeling had been. He stares at me bewilderment written all over his face. “Did you feel that?” I ask, taking a step back, unsure what to make of the situation before me. He nods, but says nothing. “What was that? Did you do it?” Fear is coursing through my entire body. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I’ve never felt anything like that.

“I didn’t do anything.” He defends himself, “Are you okay? Did it hurt you?” He begins looking me over, as if to make sure I’m unharmed.

“Uh-” I think for a second taking account of my body “I don’t think so. I mean, it didn’t hurt. It just-” I pause to think again “I wasn’t expecting it I guess. Did it hurt you?” I question.

“No. It didn’t hurt. I don’t think.” He pauses thinking for a moment “Can you use the force?” His serious tone makes me laugh. Use the force, yeah right! His jaw drops, and he takes a small step away from me.

“What?” I question, not sure what caused the fear. “What did you figure out what that was?”

“I heard your voice.” He tells me, “But your lips didn’t move.”

“What did I say?” I question, this whole situation confusing me more and more by the passing second. What in the galaxy could be going on?

“You said ‘Use the force, yeah right.’” He quotes my thoughts from moments before. “You are using the force.” I want to laugh at his statement, but wouldn’t a Jedi know better than me about the force?

“I can’t use the force.” I demand, not wanting him to be right. But why? Why don’t I want him to be right?

“Because it’s new.” He whispers, stepping closer to me. “Will you try something? It will prove me wrong if it’s not the force.” I nod, not trusting my voice enough to speak. Anything to prove him wrong. I know I can’t use the force, I used to try when I was little and nothing happened then.

“Come sit with me for a minute.” He takes my hand, and leads me to the other side of the large room to soft looking mats. I follow his lead and sit next to him on a mat, making sure to sit like he is. “We’re going to meditate, do you know how to do that?”

“Don’t you just sit there and breathe?” I ask, wondering how hard that could really be.

“Well, that’s the idea.” He chuckles, but shaking his head. “But there is more to it than that. You breathe yes, but you also need to focus. Focus on the energy around you. Can you try that for me?” It doesn’t sound very hard, so I might as well give it a try.

“Yeah I can do that. Are you going to be doing it too?” I ask, hoping he will so he wont be watching me do this. He nods, but doesn’t say anything else fore closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. I decide to follow his lead, and do the same.

At first it doesn’t really feel like I’m doing anything, I just feel a warm breeze coming from the open windows beside us. Maybe I’m not trying hard enough? I shake my head and take another deep breath, resting my palms on my knees like Ben had.

After a few seconds of breathing slowly I start to feel a pull, wondering if it’s what Ben was talking about I give into the pull. Before I know what is happening, I feel like I am seeing something outside of my body. I realize what I’m seeing is the skyline of the city my parents had brought us to. Suddenly I’m seeing a beautiful garden, overflowing with flowers. Then people, but not any two people, it’s us.

I am sitting next to Ben, matching his pose exactly, both of us breathing in unison. That’s when I feel it, the electricity I felt earlier when we had touched. This time it wasn’t so shocking, it felt soothing, like you were safe, home.

“What are you two up to?” A voice calls from a far away place. But it was enough to pull me from the warmth, and I instantly yearned for it to come back to me. I open my eyes and see my mother standing in front of me. I take a look at Ben, wondering if he felt the warmth that I had felt. His eyes were locked on me, and I felt a tiny bit of that warmth again. “Rey?” My mother asks, worry filling her voice.

I turn my attention to my mother, finally realizing that we were no longer alone. “Sorry, I’m okay. Uh-” I shake my head, attempting to gather my thoughts and realize she hadn’t asked if I was okay. “We were meditating. Like the Jedi do.” I tell her, hoping that that somehow made up for my scatterbrain.

“Did you enjoy that?” She questions, smiling between the two of us. I nod up at her, wishing she would leave so that I could go back to the warm place with Ben.

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“Rey.” A voice whispers from beside me. “Rey, wake up we are going to be late.” My eyes shoot open and I turn to look at Ben who is still in bed next to me, but clearly more awake than I am. “Good morning.” He beam, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.

“Good morning.” I whisper back to him. “How late did I sleep in today?” I take a glance at the clock on the wall noticing it’s already eight in the morning. “Ben! You turned off my alarm?” I jump out of bed, narrowly missing the stand beside the bed.

“Hey! I didn’t turn anything off, someone forgot to turn their alarm on last night.” He laughed, getting out of bed, with more grace than I had ever possessed in my life. “Don’t worry, we don’t have to be there until nine this morning. My mother had a meeting start about half an hour ago, I knew we would have enough time to get ready so I let you sleep in.” He defended himself, following me to the closet.

I shuffle through my uniforms, looking for the newest one General Leia had given me not two days ago. “Where is it?” I huff, not finding the right one. I turn around and see Ben holding it up on the hanger I had taken out last night for this exact reason. “Oh.” I mumble in embarrassment, taking the hanger from him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He laughs, and starts looking through the closet for the outfit he wants to wear today. He is one of the lucky few that can get away without wearing a uniform around base as everyone knows who he is. The rest of us have identification attached to our uniforms. I probably could get away with not wearing my uniform at this point, but it felt wrong not wearing the same clothing my co-workers wore.

After ten years with the Resistance, a large portion of that dating the General’s son, I was about as well known as they were. It still didn’t make it fair to not need the same clothing as everyone else. Even General Leia wears her identification, which if I’m being honest it a large part of why I continue to wear mine. Ben can tell me as often as he wants that it’s not needed, but I’ll never not wear it.

I take my time in the bathroom this morning, trying to get my hair just right and making sure my makeup covers the stress acne that’s been showing up since I started my new job. Being in charge of over thirty undercover rebels is a taxing job, but one I wouldn’t trade for the world. General Leia had gotten me the job, despite her wanting me to train more with Ben and Luke, I knew I was needed on base more than off training.

After around twenty minutes in the bathroom, I step out and see Ben waiting for me a huge grin covering his face. “I like when you wear your hair like that.” He pulls me into a hug, and places a few kisses on my neck. “It reminds me of the day I met you. You were wearing it like that then.” I wrap my arms around him, enjoying his touch thinking about the dream I had the night before.

“I dreamt of that day last night.” I tell him, smiling at the memory. The feeling I felt that day meditating with him had only grown over the years. We had met in secret for several months, meditating together and even practicing talking to each other through the force a few times before being caught by General Leia.

She was of course the first person to realize what was going on between us, she could feel the connection between us and got my parents permission to meet her brother, Luke. He had confirmed what General Leia had suspected, that Ben and I share a force bond something that isn’t commonly found between force users.

I trained with Master Luke a handful of times over the years, but I was never truly comfortable with him. He had never been shy about telling General Leia I was a distraction to Ben, even going so far as to ask her to take him off world permanently to separate us. Luckily she never saw our bond that way, she always helped us strengthen our bond, and eventually she became my mentor in the ways of the force.

She made it clear to my parents and I in the beginning that she could only teach me so much as she wasn’t as trained in the ways of the force as Master Luke, but she knew I felt safer with her and that’s what matters.

“One of the best days of my life.” Ben mumbles still holding me close to his body. “I will never forget that day.” His fingers begin playing with one of my braids and I take this moment to breathe before the long day ahead of me.

Mine too. I think making sure he could hear me through the force. It’s not often I choose to talk to him through the force, but some times it’s easier. “We have to get going now, don’t we?” I ask, not really wanting to leave, but knowing that being late to a meeting with his mother wouldn’t look good for me.

“Mhm.” he murmurs, slowly pulling away from me. “Let’s get you there, Admiral.” He laughs, knowing I dislike my official title, or rather when he uses it.

“Don’t call me that!” I slap his chest and start for the door. “You know I don’t like it.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He puts his hands up in mock defense, following me out the door. “But you’re just too cute when you’re embarrassed.” My face turns red as Lieutenant Connix rounds the corner and smirks, obviously hearing our conversation.

“Good morning Admiral Rey, Master Solo.” Kaydel nods her head at both of us as she passes. We returned her greeting and kept walking.

Once she was out of ear shot I spin around and glare at Ben. Our relationship was well known by everyone, but that didn’t mean I liked making a show of it. “No more of that, I need to be taken seriously. I need to be more than the General’s son’s girlfriend.” I give him a pleading look, hoping that he will understand and not take this as me being ashamed of him.

No such luck. A pained look crossed his face for just a moment, but then as neutral as could be. “I understand, I’m sorry.” The quiver in his voice physically pained me, which could have been from the force bond if I’m being honest. Lately we’ve been able to feel each other's emotions as well as physical feelings.

“Ben.” I stop in the middle of the corridor and fully face him. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know how proud I am to be yours, but a few people feel as though I only got my position because I’m dating you. I want to be able to say confidently that I got this job on my own, not because of my personal relationships.”

I can’t help but think back to oveReyring Azah, another candidate for my position, telling her friends that the only reason I got my job was because I slept with the boss. As if Ben had any say so over who his mother hired, anyone with a brain knew General Leia would never decide something so important based on who is dating her son. If it were that simple there wouldn’t have been candidates, I would have just been given the job no questions asked.

“Who said that to you?” His mood shifted so suddenly it almost scared me, but I realized instantly that I had been projecting my feelings, and thoughts which let Ben hear what Azah had said. “Nobody gets to speak to you like that!” He demanded.

“Ben, it’s not that big of a deal. I can handle myself. Besides, she didn’t say it to me. I just oveReyrd her complaining to her friends after I was given the job.” Calming him down when it comes to me is no easy task, he has always been protective of me, sometimes to a fault. But when it comes to this job I need to be able to take care of myself, or nobody will take me seriously.

“It is a big deal. Anyone with that kind of mindset has no business working for my mother, not only is that moronic thinking derogatory in terms of my mother and her capabilities as a General, but you. Nobody gets to speak about you like that.” His anger was radiating off him, literally. Anyone with eyes could see how angry he is, but I can feel the anger.

“Ben. You need to calm down, please. We are going to see your mother, if she sees you like this she will bring up sending you to your uncle again. Please calm down.” I’m doing my best to send calming energy to him, but he isn’t making it easy. General Leia had brought up a handful of times that she is worried about how quick he is to anger, and she thinks Master Luke would be able to help him with that, but what nobody not even General Leia understands is how much worst that would be for him.

The few times he had been sent, without me, to see his uncle his anxiety had been so bad that it usually took weeks for him to get back to his normal self once he was home. It kills me to see him like that, he is always so exhausted once he returns I can’t bear to see him like that again. “Please.” I beg him one more time, reaching my hand for his.

As soon as his hand was in mine it’s like the anger just vanished, he isn’t happy but the has clearly dissipated. “Thank you.” I whisper, smiling at him hoping to get one in return. Anything for you.

We make our way to General Leia’s office, and wait until she lets us inside. “Oh, Ben.” She smiles nervously “I hadn’t realized you would be joining Rey this morning.” She glances between us, like she has more to say but nothing comes out.

“Is it okay that I’m here? I’ve always accompanied Rey to her meetings with you.” He defends himself. I can feel a bout of anxiety building up in him, so I brush my hand against his. A subtle gesture I’m able to do to help calm him, most people don’t notice but of course his mother does.

“No of course you can join us. I just hadn’t thought about it I suppose.” She clearly took note of my gesture and knew what was going on, neither of us being able to be the cause of tension for him.

None of us say anything for a moment while we are getting situated in her office. After a minute she glances at me and gives me a look of pity. “What happened?” I ask instantly, knowing something was wrong.

“Nothing has happened.” She reassures me quickly “But I have something that I need you to do for me. I don’t trust anyone else enough with this.” Her glances between Ben and I only added to my nerves.

“Of course, anything for you. What do you need from me?” There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to help the Resistance, especially for General Leia.

“We’ve gotten a hint at a possible base of operations for the First Order.” She tells us slowly, looking at Ben, presumably trying to gage his reaction to the mention of the First Order. Their leader, Snoke, had been trying to get his hands on Ben for several years now.

I nod, hoping she will continue. “The Kyuzo who is offering the information only knows limited basic, so we need someone who speaks Kyuzo. You are the only one I know, and trust, that speaks Kyuzo. Would you be willing to travel to meet him?” Her tone was almost pleading, as if I could say no to her. Even if I wanted to the idea of helping find a First Order base was too exciting to pass up.

“Why can’t he use a translator?” Ben demands, looking between his mother and I like we are insane. “They make those for a reason. Why would this Kyuzo only know enough basic to offer a hint, something isn’t adding up!”

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a-glimpse-of-fantasy · 2 years

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Your Dream(Duskwood Fanfiction) Chapter 4

⚠️ This story takes after the final episode of Duskwood. So if you haven't finished the game first, this story contains heavy spoilers. ⚠️

English is not my first language so please spare me the grammar mistakes.

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Chapter 4 - Unless it’s all a Dream…

“Jake…I just want you to have an… ordinary life. Even if I’m not in it.” His eyes visibly shook as he heard her, panicked, grabbing her hands, which was not like him in the very least. He practically begged her with his sapphire orbs.

“No, Oshi. My life without you would be anything but happy. Please listen to me.” Then, as she continued the silence, he said carefully, “I thought about it a lot. I did not make this decision recklessly. It is true that I did the right thing at that time, but there was something I failed to realize.”

“What is?”

“That everyone is trying to protect their peaceful lives. And the things someone does to protect his day would end up putting someone else’s life in chaos. Even my decision did. I just didn’t know…as I never had someone I wanted to protect at any cost. I never thought I’d find someone like that ever.”

He looked right into her eyes. The deep blue eyes never felt so sincere… “Only as I met you…as I fell for you…only then I realized. I am also a selfish man who is doing my best to protect those precious to me. So I thought I’d never contact you again.”

Her vision blurred while her heart ached. She could only let out a faint voice with the lump of lead blocking her throat.

“...Jake.”

He smiled bitterly, wiping away the tears streaming through her cheeks. “But I couldn’t. As I read your texts, you talking about your everyday life, I wanted to see it for myself. As I watched you…I wanted…to be the one who shares it with you. Just like you are my entire world…I wanted me to be yours.”

Jake took both her hands and kissed the knuckles while she quietly wept, “If it could let me live by your side without ruining you, compromising with them is not even the slightest problem. Besides, light doesn’t exist without darkness.”

“So you’re saying the thing you meddled with was probably something they had to do regardless of the rightness. And it was something you couldn’t possibly even change at all. Thus you decided to get along with it so, at the very least, it would avoid most of the problems?”

“Yes.”

“Are you fine with it, though?”

Jake smiled faintly, looking straight into her eyes before answering. “Yes.”

***

Oshi left after saying that there was someone she had to see urgently. But who could that ‘someone’ possibly be? Only one person Jessy could think of could bring out such an enthusiast from Oshi.

Jake.

The mysterious hacker suddenly disappeared precisely one year ago. Oshi knew he was wanted by the government, as well as the possibility of him being caught that day. But she was never one to give up on waiting for him. Jessy’s heart broke when she thought of Oshi, who was usually the calmest and most positive person in any situation, crying her eyes out every time she got drunk.

All for Jake.

Thus, even though she felt uneasy about Oshi’s relationship with Jake, Jessy would be happy if he would finally return and end her beloved friend’s agony.

But the problem was that Oshi had become very irrational regarding Jake. She feared that Oshi would follow anyone who calls himself Jake; even his pursuers could.

Above all, she had called Oshi many times, but none of them got through. None of the texts she sent were replied to. Just as when Jessy was about to reach the group to find out where Oshi was, her phone rang.

“Oshi! Do you have any idea how scared I was?! Who is it? Who did you go with? Where are you now?!”

[Sorry, Jessy! My phone was on silent mode. I will explain everything later.]

Oshi sounded really excited. But what was the reason? Strangely it only worries Jessy more and more. “As long as you’re alright. Are you on your way now?

[I called you to tell you I will stay out tonight.]

“What?! Where are you? Oshi! Is everything okay? Should I call the police?”

[No! No! No need to call the police. I am fine! Finer than I ever was!]

“Who are you with? Oshi, please tell me. I’m really worried.”

[I’m so sorry, Jessy! To be honest, I was going to surprise you all, but since I shouldn’t worry you too much, I’ll tell you.]

“Thank you, Oshi.”

[Jake is back! He came to see me! We’re at the Rainbow Cafe, just about to leave.]

Jessy gasped in surprise. Though she wished that Jake would turn up every day, she was surprised to hear he actually came back, ironically. Soon another worry hit her mind, “Oshi, are you sure it really is him?”

[What do you mean?]

“I mean, think about it. You’ve never seen his face. How could you know if someone is impersonating him? He could be one of his pursuers.”

A burst of laughter rang through the phone. Oshi laughed so hard that Jessy imagined her to be hugging her belly at the moment.

[What? No. Ha ha! He really is Jake. There’s no way I wouldn’t know. Also, the problem with his pursuers has been taken care of. Remember, that’s why I’m telling you all these over the phone to begin with.]

“Yeah, you’re right. He was always cautious not to reveal anything over the phone. If you’re sure, I hope you are.”

[Of course, I am! We should leave now. I’ll come back tomorrow and explain everything in detail.]

“Okay. Good night Oshi! Please be careful.”

[Of course. Good night Jessy!]

Oshi sounded so happy, happier than the happiest moments Jessy had witnessed. Thus Jessy truly wished that it was Jake indeed who came looking for Oshi.

***

It was past midnight, finally the time to say goodbye. But, honestly, she didn’t want to. She was scared that he would disappear again after this or that everything would turn out to be a dream. She could only keep her peace when Jake was in the vicinity or when his warmth was on her skin. But she should now let go of this hand for the day.

His hands were large and warm. Oshi felt very secure as he held her hand. She had never been this happy and anxious simultaneously, even when they were fighting with the man without a face.

Just as Oshi stood up, Jake grabbed her hand, to which she turned around, tilting her head. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

-To be Continued.

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ashercate-marablanchett · 2 years

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𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Warnings: talks abt ed disorder

Word Count: 2,106

85 calories in the toast. 116 calories in butter and 45 calories in orange juice. I shouldn't have had toast. I can't keep doing this. My hips feel heavy, as though all of that junk went straight through me settling down at the lower part of my body. I'm always heavy I felt heavy.

"I've seen better days! So unafraid in my youth. I can't breathe, much less believe the truth." My headphone rattled against my ears not being able to fit on my head perfectly. I rode the Londons Underground train every day to school. I've been going to this new school for what felt like a damn eternity, but it's only been a few weeks. I started a little late. My older sister took me in when I had to leave my mother. I had to uproot from New York to London. It's pretty I'll give it that. The rain was peaceful. Like today, it wasn't a downpour. It was a light patter against the cement. As I walked to the metro station this morning, I heard little tapping on the awnings of storefronts as I walked underneath. I was peaceful. I keep using that word don't I? Peaceful. Like I haven't grown too accustomed to what peaceful is. The peaceful feeling is strangely comforting in this foreign city.

I had my nose deep in one of my books still listening to music as I bolted out of my seat. Probably startling the older woman across from me. Someone was calling. No one knew my phone number, my sister Rooney had to get me a new one since the one in the States wouldn't be much use here.

"Roon? You scared the shit out of me. What do you want?" I spoke under my breath trying not to be loud.

"Asher? Can't I just call my favourite sister?" I could tell she was working. I could hear the endless string of unanswered calls she was not working on.

"Rooney, I'm your only sister. Did you forget that? Or do you have other 17-year-old sisters you didn't disclose?" I joked noticing my stop was coming up quickly. I jolted to my feet sensing the little light show was going to start. I blinked furiously seeing only stars. I got up too quickly again. Fuck! I leaned on the side to keep my balance.

"Haha! No! If I had more sisters like you I'd be bald! The real reason I called is that I wanted to make sure you took your vitamins today." She sounded serious, but with the room looking like a disco ball I didn't notice.

"Maybe, I can't remember right now. Can I call you later I have to focus on my stop?" The train came to halt as my destination came to me instantly.

"Asher, I'm serious. You need to take those. You're bruised like a fucking dalmation. If these vitamins don't work I'll have to take you to see someone. That's not normal." She trailed on as I left my phone at my side still hearing her voice yammering on.

"Kay, I'm sorry I'll take them when I get home after school. I promise Roon. I gotta go bye!" I hung up reluctantly stepping out onto the landing.

I had to walk another block just to reach this private school my sister so happily put me in. I don't know why she just didn't put me in public school. Why she would waste her good-earned lawyer cash on her little sister. I wanted to smoke so bad. I had to watch my every move around here. Anyone being seen in uniform with a cigarette can either get detention or expelled, the urge was too overcoming. I knew there was an alley somewhere before I reached the school perimeter. There had to be. In my view, I saw the St. Mary's school sign at the front of the gates and a small alley before it on my next left. I turned friskly to not to make any attention to myself.

Man, it's getting cold.

It was only a slight breeze and my white fingers have turned light beryl. Smoking made me feel warm, yes, it will probably kill me. Though, what won't? If this won't kill me then I'd just have to do it myself. Slowly, and quietly. I shuffled through my bag feeling my almond-shaped nails snag everything that wasn't tied down in my bag. Cords, books, notebooks until I found my carton of Marlboro Reds squished underneath my laptop. None of the cigarettes were damaged but the box has seen better days. The lighter weaves through my fingers like it's about the escape my gasp. It faintly draws to a halt once it catches the deep webbing between my fingers. The depth caught it. The only colour I have left in my hands is the chipped-away black nail polish showing my ghost-white nails. The earthquake is beginning, the powerful tremors my child-like hands possess while I raised my hand to my lips. My heels lifted off the ground instantly as I lit my first smoke of the day. It was a weird habit of mine. As I inhaled in the smell I addictively love so much the wind begins to strengthen. My long black hair flew against my back. I always had two metal snap clips on either side of my temples keeping the hair out of my eyes.

"Hey! You trying to get yourself in trouble?" A stunningly blonde appeared out behind a waste bin smoking herself. Her eyes were cat-like, darting every which way. She was tall, even taller with black heels. Wearing black leather pants and a dark turtle neck sweater underneath a green tweed trench coat.

"Not really that's why I'm hiding here isn't it?" I couldn't tell where her accent is from. Though, a lot of people in London are from other places. Most of these countries have different accents. Even in London, there are rural areas where the accent is profoundly different. About 40 to be exact.

"You do realize the headmaster comes to check in the first alley to see any students. Come quick!" Her hand clawed into my bicep. Basically picked me up and stuffed me behind the trash bin. "There. Finish your smoke and be on your way." She stepped back peering over to the end of the alley and seeing the headmaster cocking his head in her general direction.

"Thank you." I squeaked out flicking the long array of burnt ash at the end of your cigarette. You flicked it watching it float around the air like grey snowflakes. The blonde looked down at her heels clicking her toes together. "Don't mention it dear." She finished her cigarette brushing to the bottom of her heel. I only had half of it finished but just her staring at me made me put it out. "Thank you again." I back out of the corner I was placed in, feeling the rain becoming heavy.

"You're very welcome. Now go." She pivoted her heels to the left, walking off the other way. I went the other way trotting to the front of the school.

There was my math teacher standing in front of the gates. She was an uptight, old woman trapped in a 28-year-olds body. I knew I'd have an issue. I usually have the habit of not wearing school-regulated shoes. Sometimes I forget, or sometimes I do it out of spite. Today I was in a rush this morning. I grabbed the first thing that was at door. The heaviest thing I have on. My platform Docs.

I swear I'm psychic, there she is looking down at me even though we're almost the same age. Same height at the very moment. I think she saw me but I try to zoom by her before she can out in a word edge-wise.

"Miss Mara? Hello? Asher?" She tried to flag me down. I turned to flick a strand of hair. "Yes, Ms. Matherson?" She's a grade A suck up. She can't let anything go.

"I know for a fact those clunky Frankenstein shoes aren't school regulated now are they?" Her little pen pointed down, and my eyes locked down at my shiny shoes knowing they were nice.

"Oh yes, I realized once I came off the subway, terrible mistake on my part. Should've known not to dress myself in the dark! Haha! I think I have an extra pair in my locker." I played cool only trying to get into the building but, I'd love to be sent home. Though Rooney would kill me. "Well alright then, I'll let it slide this time. But if you show up tomorrow without the right regulated shoes I'll have to send you to the headmaster." Her accent made my ears ring, she was annoying. "Right, I understand. Thank you."

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"Oui! Goth chick yeah? Move before I make you mate yeah?" A group of girls slammed by me. I knew some stereotypes are not real, but chavs are real. I thought I'd be surrounded by girls who act and sound like Emma Watson. Sadly to my surprise, it was like chavs ran the entire prep school. The only way I got to see real intellectual 'British' people was to upgrade my year 13 English level. If I had to be surrounded by girls who looked black who were white I possibly think I'd go insane.

You can get lost in this ancient place very quickly. I swore the queen of fucking England went to school here. The outside looks marvellous, and in some classrooms, they're an American girl's whole academic aesthetic. The stairs were a killer on my legs. Every step I took made my kneecaps shake. I could've collapsed if I didn't hold onto the railing. Each step up the stairs to the landing made me subtract more calories I'll eat today. 600, 500, 400? No. 350. There.

Once I made it to my class the door was closed. I saw a slew of classmates sitting around the door. I stood in front of the door jiggling handle. It was locked. I continued to fidget with the handle, my foot pressed firmly against the bottom of the door. "It's locked you know, right?" A guy holding a soccer team bag sat hunched over next to the door. "No shit sherlock. Maybe I can unlock it with a pin. It's dark, it doesn't look like anyone's in." I pressed my clip on my temple. Putting the small part of the clip into the lock, I twisted around trying to catch the lock mechanism. I was so distracted bent on one knee that I didn't even realize the lights in the classroom flicked on. I felt the lock attach and the knob turns. "There, I think I got it, guys." I huffed trying to apply what pressure I have left.

"No, you don't." The door flung open seeing the same black heels at my knees. It was her. The tall blonde. "So you wanna stay on the ground and dirty your tights or do you want to stand?" I bolted up onto my feet. She still towered over me.

"No. I'll stand." I fixed my skirt thinking I was flashing everyone behind me. "I think that's the smartest thing you've done all day." Her hands slipped into the pockets of her jeans. "Come, come. I'm sorry I had you all waiting so patiently. I had to tend to a personal matter." She turned around letting us all in like a herd. I immediately took the first seat at the end. The blonde stood at her desk, everyone noticed she was staring at me. Her hand was raised in front of her. "No, no. Don't sit there. Shiny boots." Me? Was it me? I looked down at everyone's shoes. The men wore oxfords and the girls had to wear Mary Janes. I was the only one wearing Docs. "Yes, you. Come sit up front." I arose seeing everyone watching me trail along. I scooped myself into the seat, not to catch my hair.

"There. That's better. Well if you haven't realized by now, I'm your new A-level English teacher Cate Blanchett. You may call me Ms. Blanchett or Ms. C if you're bold. I don't give a shit." She removed her trench coat seeing her square figure. "I'd love to get to know, every, single one of you." She sat down in her chair lowering her glasses at me. I knew it was directly to me.

#rooney mara #cate blanchett #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #Wattpad story #ana trigger #cate blanchett x og character

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gremlinasis · 5 months

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21 - Celebrate Improving & old years lessons

Instead of only writing when life is too heavy to carry without expressing the pain, I wanted to write about getting a little better and what I've learned in the meantime.

The week off from work and away from my responsibilities was deeply needed and for the first time in months I have some semblance of calm in my mind. Of course the fact that I now have my own place in the world again is helping too. 2024 will be the year of moving out and I can already feel the peace of having my own time returning to my soul. Living in between places was making me feel constantly rushed: there was no time for rest, which I needed.

Instead of new years resolutions, I would like to note a few old years lessons, because they're worth remembering.

I need time alone. Not just a few hours of reading, but taking trips on my own. Not talking and just living. It calms me down and gives me peace.

I often struggle socially because I stumble over my words. It's not always there, but sometimes I stumble and it fully blocks me and brings me down. It's something to keep in mind, maybe I could even solve this?

Other people influence my mood more than I do myself. Interactions with others define my days, sometimes it's a high, but more often than not, interaction (or unexpected lack thereof) will bring me deep down. I want to find a balance in this.

I find it nearly impossible to forgive myself. I will rarely mess up, I always want to be as morally sound as possible. It's in the inevitable moments where I fail to do so, that I realize I don't know how to deal with fuck ups. And I will fuck up again, because I'm not infallible, I'm human. It wouldn't hurt to allow myself some forgiveness, but that's something I haven't yet learned to do.

It's difficult for me to focus. Be it social media, having a difficult time mentally, a random occurrence during my day, I have been struggling to focus on work. I'm trying to get better at this, but it's a slow process and I hope that I learn quickly, because I actually care about my job now.

My self image is infused with self hatred. It needs work, and I am working on it, because it's at the root of far too many problems. I've been confident before, right before the world fell apart, there is a me that can breathe easily, I need to find that part of myself again.

I don't always feel my feelings, sometimes I only think them. It scares me sometimes. I used to believe it made me evil. Sometimes I still believe that, but now I do know that there actually are indeed feelings that if feel.

I'm already handling myself quite well. Despite all I've been through last year, I can recognize that I understand and control myself enough to be healthy in how I cope. That deserves my own respect.

My true needs will be answered, if I allow myself to do so. I can give myself everything I truly need to survive. It will be more difficult on my own, but I can offer it. I've seen it this past year. I can do this.

I can and will learn things I can't yet name about myself. And it's fine to not know all of myself yet, just as it's fine that things I learn can and will change over time.

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Hi everyone, I'm new to Tumblr. I have been inspired by Booktok to create and write my own stories to share with others. I've been wanting to write for a long time but I just didn't know what. I finally feel inspired so all I ask is please be nice and respect my work. I would love any feedback or opinions, or ideas on how to make the story more interesting. If you are going to be rude or disrespectful i will block you. Thank you for your time. This is called "Exotic Chaos".

✨Prologue✨

The sound of my coffee pouring out scalding liquid is music to my ears as I yawn and my neck cracks. I look at my phone, the white screen blinding me for a second. It's five thirty in the morning and I haven't got an ounce of sleep. My husband has been missing for forty eight hours and police have yet to find any clues to his disappearence.

Lost in my thoughts, I decide to go to my son's room down the hall and take a quick peak. He's sound asleep and is cuddled in his batman blanket. I crack his door and head back to the kitchen. He looks peaceful, so I am going to let him sleep.

The coffee maker makes a beeping noise and I put my cup underneath the spout and inhale the steam. Smooth caramel flavor....good for the soul.

I pick up the coffee pot and pour myself a cup. I add a little sugar and mix. I grab some ice from the freezer and plunk them into the burning liquid.

I look inside my fridge and see I still have creamer and caramel sauce. I grab both and once the final stir is in, my potion will be ready.

I'm sitting on my couch and decided to turn on the early morning news. All I see is bullshit about the weather and people getting upset over politics. All of that didn't matter to me. I was more hopeful there would be something brought up in the public about what happened to my husband. I take a sip of my sweet, creamy creation and stare off into the distance. What if I'm next?

I shake my head and sigh. You can't think like that. I decide to gulp down my beverage in one go and get up. Right as I stood up, my cat, Salem, rubs up against me and meows. "Good morning, sweet girl," I bend down and pick her up. She melts into my chest and starts purring. I nessle my chin into her head. "I take it you slept well." She looks up at me with her bright orange eyes and head butts me and scoots closer to my neck.

I start to remember the day I rescued her. I was on my way to work in the heavy rain on a highway when I spotted her in the middle of the road. I put my hazards on and thankfully people drove around me. I remember wrapping her up in a blanket and running back to my car. She was shivering and very frail. Somehow she made it through the night and I ended up taking her to the nearest vet that next morning. By the grace of the universe, she only had a bacterial infection that was caught just in the nick of time. She had to spend the night for twenty four hours while on IV treatment and antibiotics.

I scratch her silky ears as she completely flops in my lap. Before I can even react, my phone starts ringing. I glance at the caller ID, and see it's my best friend, Vixen. My thumb swipes the green button and I stand up.

"I didn't think you would answer this early. Are you okay?" I sigh into the phone and run my fingers through my messy hair. "There has been no update on my husband. I'm starting to feel like something awful happened to him."

There's a short pause and she continues. "I'm sorry, Luna. I know this is mentally draining you. Maybe since you are awake, I can pick you up and we can go do something fun. You need to get out of the house."

I groan. I'm not a very outdoorsy person. Going to and from work is draining enough, and all I care about is keeping my bills paid and keeping everyone above water. She laughs at me. "I'll come get you around eight thirty. I want to see my little superhero!"

A half smile appears on my face and I shake my head. "We will be ready." I glance at the time and it's already six forty five. I drop my dirty dish in the sink and make my way into my son's room.

He is laying on his back, and his covers are over his feet. My hand slowly traces his cheek and he opens his eyes. I bend down to kiss his forehead. "Time to get up, sweetheart. Auntie Vixen is coming to get us at eight thirty."

His eyes light up and he jumps out of bed. He runs past me and goes into the bathroom. "When you are done with your shower, please get dressed and sit down out here. I'm pretty sure she will buy us breakfast, so you can have a cup of milk or juice before we leave." My son's head pops around the door frame. "Okay, mommy."

My son and I are waiting on my front porch for Vixen to show up. I take out a pack of Marlboro Smooths and slide out a single stick. A flick of my thumb on my lighter sends the end of the cigarette into a bright red cherry frenzy. My body tingles all over for a few seconds. I keep telling myself I will quit smoking these and switch to vaping, but the rush of nicotine going through my veins off of one drag keeps my inner cranky bitch from coming out. I look up and I see her pull up in my driveway in her metallic purple Mercedes. A heavy metal song is blasting through her speakers and makes the car shake. She grins when she sees us and turns off the car.

"Hi, big man! Auntie got you a present." She hands him a set of hot wheels cars. His face lights up and he hugs her.

"Please tell me we are getting something to eat," I say desperately. "I only had a cup of magical bean juice."

She shakes her head and giggles at me. "We are going to Starbucks." Suddenly, her eyes dart off to where my mailbox is. She takes a few steps towards it and squints her eyes. "Did someone break into your mailbox?"

I step on my cigarette and walk down the porch steps. "What are you talking about? Who would even think of stealing mail?"

She takes my arm and pulls me towards her. I look over at my son and he's sitting in the backseat making airplane noises with his new toys. I come face to face with the opening to my mailbox. I noticed bent metal, and.....

What the fuck is that?

I look closer and see a few drops of blood have been smeared on the surface. My stomach starts doing flips and I look up at Vixen.

"We have to open it. Try not to touch the blood."

Her eyes widen. "Are you fucking kidding me? This can be a clue or something. Cross contamination is a serious thing!"

I pause for a second and think about what I'm about to do, and I decide to be a nosy bitch anyway.

I pull the handle down and jump back. The sunlight beams through the inside and I see a brown box with black duct tape holding it shut. I slowly pull it out and examine it. No return address. All it has written on it is my name and where I live.

I walk back into my house and grab a sharp knife to cut through the tape. Vixen has a confused and terrified look on her face as I pull the sides of the box down.

Inside there is crumpled white tissue paper and an envelope is sitting on top of a smaller box that's sealed. I grab the envelope and turn it over. Written in cursive is "Luna".

Taking a deep breath, I place my finger in the crease of the corner and rip the top off. My fingers pull out a folded letter. My eyes skim over the piercing words.

"He shattered your heart, so I gutted his out. Happy Valentine's Day, Baby."

With my mouth gaping wide open now, I attempt to keep my hand still as I shred apart the tape to the smaller box. My chest feels tight and I'm struggling to focus. I close my eyes for a second to collect myself.

Vixen comes through the door carrying my son on her hip. "What is it?" My gaze meets hers and I hand her the note. Her face turns pale.

"This could be your husband's killer!"

I purse my lips and cock my head to the side. "Vixen, I have to see if this shit is actually real."

She sits down and tells my son to go his room. He pouts, but follows her instruction and closes his door shut.

"Luna, you have to turn this in to the police. If you want answers, here's some evidence!"

I bite the inside of my cheek. I carefully remove all the extra tissue paper and dive into the smaller box that awaits me.

As I lock my attention on the object that's sitting there, I begin to scream.

A massacred heart covered in dry blood. Alongside the rotted organ laid black orchid flowers, crafted into a precise heart shape. The petals had pieces of ribcage stuck to them. My vision goes out and I feel myself fall backwards, blanking out at the last second.

✨CHAPTER 1: The HitMan✨

~48 HOURS EARLIER~

I take out my pocket knife and click it open. I examine the blade as I lick my lips. This thing could definitely cut diamonds....or panties.

"Do you know who the fuck I am?!"

I snap out of my fantasy world and look down at the pathetic piece of trash sitting in a chair, arms and legs bound by thick brown rope. I laugh.

"You're a fucking disgrace to Luna," I begin. I slowly walk behind him and place my hands on his shoulders. His body freezes beneath my grip. I swiftly grab his hair and yank his neck back so his eyes are looking up into mine.

"You're the scum of the earth. If Luna even saw a glimpse of who you truly are, you would lose the best thing that ever happened to you. I know everything you do, John. You screw barely legal girls and launder money. I also know you like to beat on women. A few weeks ago you gave Luna a black eye and busted nose."

I take a deep breath and have to ground myself for a minute. I remember that evening vividly.

She was sitting outside on her porch, the light drizzle of rain lightly covering the withered steps. The smoke from her cigarette blended in with the faint light above her. Her phone made a noise as she took a long drag. The phone screen illuminated on her soft pale face, but to my horror, there was smeared blood on her lips and chin. My gaze fixated on her nose, where I could tell it was swollen and bruised. Her left eye was puffed up and probably pulsating from the agony she had to endure.

"My wife is a piece of shit. She's gotten lazy over the years, and she has excuses as to why things aren't done. After she had our son, it messed up her body. Who wants to fuck damaged goods?"

I'm beginning to see red as I place myself in front of him. I forcefully grab his jaw and yank him up to my eye level.

"Don't you ever talk about her like that again."

He batches up a loogie in his throat and spits in my eye. "If you like her so much, you can have her. She means nothing to me!"

It was in this moment that I plunged my blade into his right thigh until I felt his bone snap in half. The floor underneath us was showered in red liquid. His shriek of suffering was music to my ears. Gripping the end of my weapon, I withdraw back and it slides out like butter. I suck in a deep breath and wipe his bodily fluids off the blade with my bare fingers. Deciding to stuff it away in my back pocket, I nonchalantly pull out my slick ebony .45 Glock and press it against the center of his forehead. His face has drained of all color and his eyes widen as he realizes his doom. I grin sinisterly and make eye contact.

"Thank you for giving me permission, John. I will take it from here."

Before he can even utter a word, I pull the trigger. Brain and bone matter explode everywhere.

I look over at my accomplice and nod my head. "Get rid of this meat suit. Spare the heart."

The accomplice nods back and immediately pulls out his burner cell to make a call.

The scorching water flows down my skin as I release all my tension in my body. My gaze follows the liquid down to the drain where it adequately swirls crimson streaks until it vanishes. My eyes close, and I feel at peace for a moment.

Right as I get focused to finish my shower, my cell phone starts ringing.

I decide to let it ring as I concentrate on getting soap and shit off me, making sure I get every inch of skin. Once I'm free of any DNA evidence on my body, I calmly turn the nozzle until the shower stops running.

I sheepishly wrap a towel around my waist and look at my phone. It was my accomplice. The other line rings a couple times and he answers.

"The job is done, boss. How do you want your gift delivered?"

I set my phone down on my bathroom sink hitting the speaker button. "Same day delivery, please."

~PRESENT DAY~

"Scotch, no ice."'

The bartender writes down my order and goes to the back to make my drink. My eyes scan the bar as my request is placed on a napkin beside me. Placing my card on the bar, I get a sip.

The bartender hands me my receipt and I sign my initials.

I go back to fixating on the hundreds of bodies that are dry humping and getting shit faced.

Tilting my head back, I throw the Scotch down my throat.

A petite hand slides up my back and gently caresses my arm.

"You look lonely. Want some company?"

A young woman wearing a skin tight pink dress that barely holds her tits leans against me. The smell of her perfume clogs my nose. "If you take me home tonight, you won't regret it," She whispers in my ear with her heavily painted lips. Right as her fingers brush my crotch, I sternly placeher arm back at her side.

"Sorry, sweetheart. You can't have me."

She gives me a dirty look and flips me off.

As I'm watching her get as far away from me as possible, my sight lands on the pool table in a separate area away from the dancefloor.

A lump forms in my throat as I heavily watch a creepy guy that's trying to grope Luna's ass. She's here with Vixen, which is good to know. If I found out she came here alone, she wouldn't be able to sit down for a whole day.

I bite my lip just thinking about what I would do to her.

However, I must admit she's been a good girl lately. I wonder how she liked my present.

My eyesight is on high alert as I watch him stand over her while she's bent over the pool table, attempting to take her shot at winning the game. He looks like a famished predator, waiting to strike at any moment that she's vulnerable. His perverted mind goes to the gutter as he takes a step back to admire her figure.

Glancing at her untouched drink, I watch him take out a plastic bag from his pocket and dump white powder into her glass.

Right as she reaches for her refreshment, Vixen punches him in the jaw and he goes down on the floor.

"Stupid bitch!!" He roars out in fury. The crowd goes silent, and security has already gotten him on his feet. He's caressing his face and tears are streaming down his cheeks. What a pussy. He doesn't know it yet, but he's a dead man.

After he is escorted out of the building, I decide to follow, staying several feet behind. When we all make it outside, a police car is waiting. Blue and red lights illuminate the street like a rave. Nosy pedestrians are asking questions about what happened.

Since everyone is distracted, and the police are taking statements, I confidently walk up to the perp who attempted to drug Luna and sit next to him.

"So I hear you like to spike drinks,"

I swiftly reach over and dig in his pocket for anymore substances. Attempting to twist my arm and throw me off him, I laugh.

Looking at me with complete regret, I hold up three small bags with the unknown chemical and wave them in his face.

"Why do you give a fuck about what I do?" He snaps, and tries to slap my hand away.

My eyebrows furrow and I seize his neck in a matter of seconds. One wrong move and it's lights out.

"You targeted my woman. You don't deserve to breathe the same oxygen she does. It's a fucking privilege."

As his face turns a light shade of purple, my grip on his neck loosens.

He catches his breath, and after regaining his balance, he laughs.

"That bitch is worthless. She's lucky her fatass got my attention. She was asking for it!"

My chest tightens, and my vision blurs. Good thing I have my accomplice on speed dial.

I catch him off guard by knocking his teeth in with my gun. Before he can let out a cry for help, I'm subduing him in a headlock and clasp his mouth open.

The poison that occupied the empty baggies were slithering down his throat and his body was lashing like a fish out of water. My palm was blocking his mouth and nose; the harder he fought, the tighter my grip.

After about thirty seconds of struggle, he went limp. Foam mixed with clots of blood seeped out of his nasal cavity and onto the ground beneath.

Pushing the now dead body off me, I take out my phone and snap a picture.

Glimpsing around, I drag the body to my car and stuff him in the trunk. My accomplice is waiting patiently on the passenger side.

"You look rough, boss."

I sigh, and rev up my engine. "What does a man have to do to get a break?"

There's only one thing that can give me peace and sanctuary, and there's only one person that can tame my inner demons.

Her.

And I will do everything in my power to make her mine, even if it means going to the deepest depths of hell to prove she's my paradise.

#booktok #smut #booklr #dark romance

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woozi · 1 year

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henlo yza beloved <33

it's been the same for me 😭 how is april even ending like? i am still in my 2023 just started zone, i've been on autopilot mode tbh, also on purpose avoiding the dates lmao because i don't want to perceive the real time (if that makes sense). i'm so glad and proud of you btw <3

" maybe writers didn't think they'd get that far " CRYINGJSJSDJSK 😭😭 they're just like me then <3.

love how we're so alike <3 because i also don't vibe with the revenge type of media too much, nothing is exciting drama wise this year. trying out classics sounds fun, which ones did you watch? i would love to know <3 AND ALSO SAME I'VE BEEN WATCHING MOVIES SM THIS YEAR, it's surprising to me because i used to be like 'i am not a movie person' turns out i just didn't know how to look for what i really vibe with 😭. i've been trying to watch more slice of life-esqe movies these days, i highly recommend canola ( 2016, korean movie) and also a not so slice of life movie, unlocked. i checked it out because of im siwan skjsksks and ended up wishing for him to not come on screen throughout 😭 ( just bit of warning it's creepy and scary </3 ).

i truly get you </3 hope you get will to read soon <333 it's not a solution but i try to read even just 2 pages whenever i feel like my reading block is out. been reading a book like this since feb djsjsksk ( finally at last few chapters lmao ) i just tell myself slow reading is a thing and don't think too much of it.

sorry bss - second wind. i am now friends with seventeen and fml <3 I AM SO HAPPY YZA <3 i didn't know i needed a song based on dragon ball z this bad lmaoo ( i have zero clue about dbz btw, i was a pokemon - digimon kid) but i get woozi, if i was an artist i too would make all songs about my hyperfixations

i love the song, album and them esp woozi 😭. coups wasn't joking around when he said woozi will shine this cb. they all did tbh.

last two days were definitely the second highlight of this year after bss album for me. it's been so long since i got to be in the whole cb fanfare with anticipating teasers till cb day checking out the music. ( i still have to sit down and listen to the album with lyrics. i first listened to album then read all lyrics next day jsdkks haven't gotten time to both together yet ) i really liked everything about this cb and i love that for me. saur excited for the fml mv too. also today is woodz comeback i'm excited about that too it's been long since i heard new music from him

i've been annoying my friend since caratland about woozi (we both watched it together) 😭 now i think this cb cemented woozi as a bias wrecker for me. sorry that got too long i am just rambling same thing atp.

which ones are your top 3? mine atp are fml, super and idubilu ( yesterday third one was dust dhsjjs ) tell me your thoughts about cb hehe very curious about it

i haven't seen the carat day live either, just watched it through twt clips jdjdks ( i can't watch actually because the app hates me 💀 it doesn't load anything on wifi for me since last year )

ikr <333 plato's been my place to cool down fr. rules about ludo +#(#)#)2 the rules about ludo are that there are no rules 😭 they keep changing locally too. differs from person to person i think. i grew up playing with '6 is the only number which will give you chance to come out of the house' rule, nothing else. feel free to text on disc we can arrange time and date to play 🥰🤍

thank you for taking time out of your life to hang out with me it means a lot, i enjoy your company 🥺🤍. i hope you're taking care of yourself mentally and physically despite the busy schedule 🫂 i love you 💌 sending the best and peaceful days your way my yza <3

MA CHERIEEEEEEEE 🌷🌹🌼🌸💐🌺🌻

same </3 and no bc… how are we finishing a quarter of the year already,,, i also feel like we're just beginning 2023 😭 ALSO SO VALID?????????????????? also not to be morbid, but it just feels like we're accelerating to our deaths atp LMFAOOO

it's literally like,, watching sumn to stress on 😭😭 what is the pOINTTTTTT???? maybe other people wanna live vicariously through those characters but i just want a lil silly plot </3 just some people being nice and happy we already have enough bad shit irl!! the most memorable one that i've watched lately was the truman show!! (WHICH IS INSANE TBH BC LITERALLY A FEW DAYS LATER THE SVTEENIES DROPPED THE FML TEASER WHICH HAD SO MANY REFERENCES TO IT JKFJKGJK) AND URE SOOOOOOOO VALID TBH DFHJFDH we really are so much alike 😭 ALSO LOVE THESE RECCS OMGGGGGGGGG thanks for contributing to my list <33

slow progress is much better than no progress <3 love how u intentionally try to get back to hobbies, that is good for the soul 😋

ALSO MADE ME LAUGH FJDHJDFHFJDDF this album really is woozi-coded 😭 from the dbz references, the mv itself… he's SOO,,, and the amt of woozidans now,,, i'm gonna have to fight for my life buying tickets now LMFAOOOO ALSO COOL OMG <#3333333333 my cousin was also a digimon kid, but i wasn't so i don't actually know anything about it 😔

FELT TOO OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG i also have forgotten how busy cbs are (especially svt ones tbh) so it was also such a fun experience for me <3 ALSO LOVE HOW U REALLY TAKE UR TIME TO READ THE LYRICS!! more than the vibe and music itself it really is a crucial factor to consider when looking at the whole package <3 AND AGREED!!! i also really liked everything (sans the office photos jfdjkfdjfdk, BUT I LOVEDD the group teaser one bc of the table lol, just feel like we've seen enough office concepts from them and wished they spiced it up a lil but i get how it fits into the whole fml thing). AND PLEEK OMG I DIDNT KNOW?????????? i should've realized that he also had a cb when i saw the tiktok w vernon 😭 the way u open new paths for me every time is so <33

AND PLEEEEEEEEEEEK i'm glad more people are realizing his actual Power <3 he really was so fluffy during caratland wasn't he? 🥺

mine also changes a lot kjfgkjgjk but ms fire will never be dethroned from the no 1 spot <33 rn my 2 other faves r super and dust <3 i previously word vomited on al about that here if u wanna hear more abt my comeback related bs LMFAOOO

ALSO PLS KJFKJDDJK NOT THE NO RULES 😭 and that's so interesting 👁 AND YOU'RE ALWAYS SO SWEET PLS </333333333333333333333333333333 i will actually cry n throw up thank u for always investing time on me </3

AND OFC </3333 I SHOULD BE THE ONE SAYING THAT!! also tried my best but i've been sick for the past 6 days lmfao 😭😭 hope you're staying well and safe on the other hand <3 ily ma cherie <3333333333

#'my yza' IM GONNA JUMP OFF THIS BALCONY BTW JHFHDFDJ #i tried to pretend it didnt make me 😳 as much but i can't help it i wear my heart on my sleeve LMFAOO #ANYWAY ILY I HOPE URE ALWAYS HAVING THE BEST DAYS EVER #y.ask #cherie 🪂#s-cxups #long post

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angellesword · 4 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (03)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

SERIES: CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4

Note: OC is a lawyer but the author knows nothing about law except the three law subjects she took last semester. errors. ah. there will always be errors here bc english isn’t my first language. anyway!!! enjoy!

Jimin wasn't lying when he said you were a mess. This was evident to Jeongguk the second he stepped inside your apartment.

Pile of cardboard boxes and papers were cluttered all over the floor, causing him to feel uneasy. The faint colors visible in his eyes didn't help to calm his nerves. It was as if he suddenly became hypersensitive to his surroundings.

He assumed that your house wasn't really that untidy, but as stated, the colors made it seem like it was untidier.

"Hi there, buddy." Jeongguk forced a smile at the cat glaring at him. He remembered Jimin telling him that your cat was a bitch. The fury pet was making this strange, scary sound. Jeongguk suddenly wished you were here to stop the cat from attacking him.

He wasn't expecting you to lock yourself inside your room the moment you realized that he was your soulmate.

He was so startled by your reaction that his first instinct was to run after you. The thing was, your cat was blocking your bedroom door—stopping him from intruding your personal space. It was obvious that the little animal didn't like the fact that Jeongguk invited himself inside your home.

Jeongguk didn't know why you were hiding from him. In your defense, you were embarrassed. What were you supposed to say to your soulmate? How were you going to explain to him that the reason why you looked like a mess was because of your demanding job?

Being a civil lawyer was exhausting. One second you're negotiating settlement with the other side's attorney, then you would just find yourself filing motions in court and of course, there were many instances where you're standing before the jury and judge to present a case.

Expertise wasn't the only thing necessary in law. You also needed a great amount of empathy so that you could understand your clients. You cared for them a lot; this was why it was such a big deal for you whenever they choose to omit facts.

You hated it when your clients were being dishonest, you didn't need them to be innocent. You only wanted them to tell you the absolute truth so that you could properly defend them. It wasn't like your job was easy. The fact that most people living in your world see in black and white was already a pain in the ass. Earlier this day, you had a client who was suing a businessperson for selling fake whitening products. She claimed that she spent a whopping two thousand dollars to get that fair skin tone. Sadly, it didn't work.

The opposing side asked your client this: how can you say that the products don’t work when you can’t even see colors?

You were shocked to learn this. Your client was subject to a color test for eyes. She said she could see colors when in fact, she couldn't. Actually, the only reason why the vendor sold your client the whitening products was because she also lied to the seller. The latter's rule was that she wouldn't allow people who see in black and white to purchase her products. This was so she could protect her business' image from fraudster like your client.

Things like this often happened in court. The one you encountered were usually easier to resolve, unlike what criminal lawyers face. This, however, didn't mean your job should be taken lightly.

What happened in court today actually took a toll on you. Your boss humiliated you in front of your colleagues, saying that he couldn't believe an experienced lawyer like you would make such rookie mistake. This made you feel like a loser that's why you decided to go home early to rest. You knew you couldn't work when your heart was this heavy.

You ran yourself a bath the moment you reached your apartment. Jimin was bombarding your phone with text messages to remind you that Jeongguk, a friend of his, was going to drop at your place later today since he was interested to be your roommate.

You simply replied 'Yes, I haven't forgotten. Stop pestering me,' to your best friend. Truthfully, Jimin hadn't shut up about this guy named Jeongguk since last week. He kept telling you that he was the perfect replacement for Seulgi, your former roommate.

You just shrugged it off. Honestly, you didn't care if Jeongguk was the perfect roommate or not. At this point, you would take anyone in. You seriously needed someone who could help you with the household chores.

The warm water grazing your skin made you feel sleepy. Before you knew it, you're off to dreamland; however, your little slumber was disrupted by loud knocks coming from your front door.

"Shit!" Your eyes went wide upon realizing that your supposed to be new roommate was already at the door. As if to confirm the horror, your phone rang.

Jimin was calling.

"Where the hell are you? Jeongguk is in front of your door!"

"I know. I'm so sorry! I fell asleep." You got out of the tub, hurriedly putting on your bathrobe.

"Talk to you later!" You ended the voice call, rushing towards the door. Unfortunately, you slipped on the wet floor.

You whined in pain. Luck was truly not on your side today, but instead of getting annoyed, you simply stood up and went your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking so I slipped down the floor and I..." You were already blabbering right after opening the door. You hadn't seen your future roommate's face because it was easier to lie without looking at someone in the eyes.

You didn't know why you told him you heard his first knock, when in reality, you didn't. You guessed you just hated disappointing people. What happened with your boss today was something you couldn't let to be repeated again. You couldn't bear to irritate another person.

You kept yourself busy as you reasoned out. You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jeongguk to see his reaction.

It was like the world stopped.

No. You did not see colors instantly. What you felt was something strange—mystical perhaps. It was just like how they described it in books and movies.

You thought people were exaggerating about what they claimed they felt when they met their soulmates.

Apparently, they were not.

You know the feeling of finally seeing the rainbow after the strong storm? It was like that. Except this was way better. Your young self was probably rejoicing now. Being able to meet and look in your soulmate's eyes was dazzling.

The colors were becoming visible now, it was faint—this was in contrast to the embarrassment you were feeling.

You suddenly became very self-conscious with what you looked like. You were wrong. Your young self wasn't that happy because she wasn't expecting to meet her soulmate like this.

You were aware that you looked awful. The bags under your bloodshot eyes were probably so deep. The soap suds in your hair made you appear ridiculous. The most horrifying of all? You were wearing a bathrobe designed with the face of your favorite cartoon character.

"Uh—"

You ran away, locking yourself in your room before Jeongguk could finish what he was about to say.

Your heart was beating so fast as you stared in the mirror. The disgust you felt intensified. God. You looked horrible. You mentally cursed the brand of the mascara you were wearing. So much for claiming to be smudge proof! Curse yourself too because this wouldn't happen in the first place if you only refrained from crying over your boss' mean words, but it seemed like you never learned. You just scolded yourself from crying easily, but here you were, tears were painting your cheeks once again.

"No..." Your lips quivered. You were stronger than this. You weren't going to ruin your chance with your soulmate.

Determined, you quickly changed into a sage dress. Your hands were trembling because of your new found excitement. You loved colors ever since you were a kid. The fact that you couldn't see them didn't stop you from learning its meaning. You studied good color combination before. You were aware how to aesthetically match the hues. For instance, you knew that you would look ridiculous if you wore a neon green shirt and bright pink jeans. You were always careful in choosing what to wear, so now that you could finally see colors without referring to your color palette generator, you were beyond happy.

When you looked decent enough, you decided to finally face your soulmate. The first thing you saw as you opened your bedroom door was Jeongguk sitting on your couch—this was a very shocking scene. No. You weren't surprised because he was casually plopped down on your sofa, what you didn't expect was to see Miri, your bitch of a cat, to be so comfortable on Jeongguk's lap. Your pet looked at peace; the usual hiss she was making was replaced by a silent purring. Her bambi eyes mirrored your soulmate's same big, doe eyes.

You cleared your throat to get Jeongguk's attention.

"I let myself in, I hope you don't mind." You couldn't decipher what he was feeling. Jeongguk's voice was soft, but there was no hint of emotion there. His expression was also unreadable.

Jeongguk tore his gaze away from you when he realized that you were staring. As if this wasn't already awkward for him, you went on to say something that made him more uncomfortable.

"I've been waiting so long to meet you! Are you going to move in with me now?" You plopped down beside Jeongguk, squeezing your body between him and the arm of your sofa. Miri hissed since she was astounded by your sudden action. Actually, Jeongguk was surprised too. Your couch was pretty spacious; he didn't understand why you had to press yourself beside him.

Jeongguk also didn't know why you sounded so hopeful. The sparks in your eyes caused him to scowl; however, this didn't stop you from speaking your hopeless thoughts.

"We could do a lot of things together! I had planned everything since I was young!" You giggled. You didn't know why you were so comfortable telling him things. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you two were soulmates.

However Jeongguk was confused with your weird idea of wanting to do all of this romantic stuff with him. The uneasiness he felt couldn't be contained anymore when you abruptly talked about dating—as in dating him.

"Whoa, whoa..." He cut you off, arching his brow and moving away from you. "Slow down, will you? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh." You blushed, immediately realizing that you had gone too far. "I'm sorry I got carried away. I was just excited to meet you." You couldn't help but beam at him.

Jeongguk continued to raise his brow at you.

"Why? Are you really that desperate to find a roommate?"

It was your turn to raise a brow at him.

"N-No, I just..." You breathed in, unsure of what to say. "I'm just happy to finally meet my soulmate."

"Soulmate?"

You flinched because of the bitterness in his voice. His innocent eyes turned dark, he was glaring at you. Miri was startled once more. She jumped on your lap because she was getting scared of Jeongguk.

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but I don't believe in soulmates." The word 'soulmate' sounded so rough coming from him, making you flinch again.

Many people had told you that you were good at gauging the feelings of other people, this was why your heart skipped a beat when you saw pain and anger crossed Jeongguk's feature. It was as if he was betrayed by someone.

"It's the most absurd thing I've heard in my entire life. Only stupid people believe in soulmates. I mean—" Jeongguk sucked in a breath. He was so annoyed that he didn't even know how to express his thoughts without breaking apart. "It's limiting the possibilities for people. Why am I required to fall in love with someone I barely know? Why should I leave the person I truly love just because a person meant to be the love of my life," he paused, quoting the words love of my life in the air. "Helped me see colors? It's like forcing me to do something I don't—no, I can't do. It's such a burden. Love can't be bought. I refuse to be with people just because they helped me."

There was silence after Jeongguk's long speech of the reasons why he didn't—or as what he claimed—couldn't love you.

Jeongguk wetted his bottom lip. The silence was making him hate himself. He hated himself because he saw the tears forming in your eyes, an obvious sign that you were hurt because of what he said. But most importantly, he hated you.

It was unlikely of him to hate someone he just met—or to simply hate anyone at all, but everything about you was making him mad as hell.

He hated your hopeful eyes, he hated your beliefs, he hated that you were the person hindering him from being with Red.

He knew it was unfair to blame you since Red chose to leave on her own, but he still couldn't help himself because the idea of soulmate was what urged her to leave.

You were Jeongguk's soulmate and for him, it meant nothing. So with a furrowed brow, he stared hard at you as he said this:

"I'm making you choose right now. Either accept me as Jeongguk, your tenant or Jeongguk, your soulmate. But just so you know, I will never stay with you if you treat me like a soulmate."

His word stung, though you were aware that the only way to make him stay was to choose the former option. At least this way, you got to be with your soulmate.

The colors you see were starting to fade away and it was okay...

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #ficswithluv #bangtan angst #bangtan ships #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook enemies to lovers #jungkook friends to lovers #jungkook roommate au #jungkook soulmate au #jungkook fic

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decennia · 2 years

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I have reread my previous response to the OFCA, and I wish to extend an apology. Not to them, but to myself, and to my mutuals who have taken the time to know me, and the followers who have taken an interest in my blog and OCs. This is completely out of the norm.

This is not me. I am not this person, yet I have allowed myself to be reduced to this. I received many more anons, to which I will respond to below the cut.

I initially wasn't going to dignify anything with a respond at all, but there were some truly vile and malicious things said on the part of the OCFA, and I want this brought to people's attention. To show what kind of people they are.

Please note that I do not stand with nor am a part of the OCFA. I am not in support of them, nor their methods, and should anyone claiming to be me enter their inbox under the claim of being an OFCA member, promptly ignore and delete.

S T R I K E T W O

TW: mentions of Puti*n.

This is disgusting. This is truly sickening, for you to compare someone to a man like Putin. To compare anything a fucking fandom is going through to genuine fucking terror and war. There are people dying, and you compare a young writer to a killer. These situations are not the same, they will never be the same. I am not a mean person by nature, but you have genuinely disturbed me.

You think I'm angry? You haven't seen me angry. I don't get angry, because at the end of the day, this is an online community for fiction. Do you understand? This is for fanfiction. The stakes are immensely low.

Do not tell me who my friends are, or what they are saying. Even if a story was stolen, that does not excuse this behaviour. This is harassment. You are following people across blogs, across platforms, spamming their reviews and inboxes. This is not okay.

"Nikki was abusing people who shipped pairings she didn't like." I have not witnessed this at work, and I know you have a tendency to lie, but are you not guilty of the same thing? Did this all not start because of Darklina? This is abuse, too. Emotional, mental. Stop. And Dobby? Is? Fictional? Why the fuck does it matter?

My "input" so to speak wasn't written to "help." It was written as a warning, to get you to leave me alone. I want no part in any of this, I just want to make my graphics and OCs and read my Batman smut in peace.

I don't know who Rides is (I probably will recognise a username, though), but who the fuck do you think you are, degrading people like this? You claim to be the "OC Friendship Community," yet all you do is attack. There is nothing friendly about calling someone a "cheap hooker." And don't you fucking dare say a bad word against Sara.

So what if people think it's cute? LET THEM. It's what they like, stop shaming people for things they like. You don't like it, don't follow it. Don't go along with it. Block, move on. Why is that so hard for you to understand?

This was a safe community before you. I felt safe. I was happy. Just leave me alone. You are the ones putting the community in the state that it is in. Also, why does it matter so much?! It is an online community that should have no bearing on the physical world, on your day to day lives. I know it didn't have much on mine, until you came into my inbox to spread your lies and abuse.

Because yes, they are lies. I have spoken to Madz and Cat. I am their friend. They don't hide behind the anon icon. They don't attack and harass.

There is nothing peaceful about this. Please. Stop.

S T R I K E T H R E E

I apologize for cutting Jean short, but I was trying to sleep and it was very annoying to have my phone pinging off at irregular intervals. So, I switched my anon off. Why did they not continue, though? If they believe so strongly in what they say? I'm genuinely curious to know what "you all know," but alas, that will remain a mystery.

The OFCA, in theory, sounds good. A community where we could all get along without any of this abuse? Wonderful. But your methods are fucking abhorrent, and no, you cannot build a utopia on the back of hate. That's not how this shit works. This is not Marxism, this is not the culling of the upper-class to make way for paradise. This is just hate.

Yes, you can call me Dina. That's... my name? But as an organization claiming to want to cultivate friendship, there is nothing friendly about you, Jean. Do you not understand that you cause anxiety, too? This anonymous tirade, it ends here. You are openly maligning and abusing others too, and I will not have it on my blog. Not in my house, my safe space.

Here's something: block the Darkling tag, unfollow the blogs. Why should the other person have to do it all? You have the power over your own online experience. Not me. I have the power over mine. And you're right, I can delete any anons I do not wish to respond to, which I will be doing after this post.

You cannot make a positive change using negative methods. At the risk of sounding twelve, two wrongs don't make a right. I'm sure if you approached me with kindness and truth and respect, I would've been open to hearing you out. As it stands, you made it distinctly clear you don't care about me (so, why are you even contacting me?), nor do you care about the truth.

Now here's something interesting: how the fuck does one intimidate someone else online? And why go to so much effort over fictional stories? How could someone be intimidated into silence on a fucking fanfiction forum? I'm just so fucking curious, because, as stated before... This has no bearing on my real life. It has a bearing on my mood and perhaps my mental state should I allow myself to linger too long, but there are options to remove yourself from that situation.

Stealing stories is wrong, I do not condone that. But to my knowledge, no one has done that. And even if they did, this reaction is completely unwarranted.

Again, I have no clue what the Dobby issue is, but may I just state once more: my guy is a literal fictional character. I...?

WHY DOES IT MATTER WHAT PEOPLE LIKE OR WHAT THEY WRITE?! IT'S MADE UP. IT'S FICTION. THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE.

This is my final word on the matter. I will be turning anon back on, but please note that every anon henceforth that does not pertain to my OCs or stories will be deleted. The askbox is not designed for this. Respect that, and respect my space, as I will yours. Do not contact me again. Please unfollow me if you are a member of the OCFA. As I do not know who you are, I have no way of removing myself from your lives through blocking. So please, remove yourselves from mine. I am not your enemy, I am not your friend. Consider me nothing to you. I just wanna make my OCs and simp for Robert Pattinson. I'm not hurting anyone, nor do I intend to.

This is my safe space. Leave it.

#anonsense #ocfa bullshit

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years

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If You Please

Chapter eleven

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3560

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none

Note: Honestly, this chapter reads a little weird to me but my friend who helps me edit said it was fine. IDK going from the 40s to 2012 is weird when trying to write.

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Seven months had gone by since Steve and I had been unfrozen. This new world I suddenly woke up in was exhausting. Everything had changed from the simplest thing like manners to complicated things like technology.

Days after waking up, we had been sent to a place called “The Retreat” so we could catch up on the seventy years we had missed out on. There was so much that we took to writing everything down in small notebooks, so we could remember.

I caught onto using the new technology quicker than Steve since I had worked with Howard Stark for several years. Being able to adapt to strange and new tech on the fly was a requirement when working with him.

After those few weeks there, we were both moved into two separate government apartments located in New York. I wish I could say that it got easier with time, but it didn’t. Instead of going to hang out with Steve or actually trying to make acquaintances with anyone, I just stayed in my room, locked away from everything. Coping with being in the future was the easy part, learning to live without everyone I ever knew was hard.

I hadn't known peaceful sleep in a long time. Every time I closed my eyes I am met with nightmares. The softness of the mattress had made it feel like I would fall through at any moment, back into the ice. To try and combat this I pushed my bed into the far corner of the room and made a cot directly under the frame. It felt safer to lay on the hard floor in the dark. The nightmares still came through, sometimes they were battles, sometimes they were of the plane crashing, but most of the time they were about losing Bucky. Every time I woke up in a cold sweat and never went back to bed. I just stared unblinking at the metal that made the bed frame.

One night after a particularly taxing dream I decided to take a walk. It was three in the morning, so I wouldn't have to deal with a lot of people. I changed out of my pajamas into some of the clothes I had been provided. The clothes of the future were tighter than in the forties. It had taken me a while to get used to the feeling of fabric clinging to my legs and upper body. The outside world was quiet except for the occasional car passing by. I kept my eyes to the ground, not really caring where I ended up. I only looked up when I was almost run over by another late-night walker. Peering from left to right, my eyes fixed on an old faded sign hanging above me. The letters were just barely readable and said in large letters ‘Boxing gym’. With another survey of the area, I realized where I was. This was the gym that Bucky used to take Steve when teaching him self-defense. I had tagged along a couple of times before I had joined the SSR, I was surprised it was still here. I smiled weakly and turned to the door. The light inside was on, it couldn’t hurt to see if they were open. The door creaked open and I slipped in quietly. The sound of someone working out came down the long brick hallway. Hesitantly I made my way to the open doors that led to the sparring room.

Stopping just past the threshold, to my surprise, I spotted Steve, who was busy punching the life out of a punching bag. I walked through the small office and around the boxing rings before I stopped again and leaned against one of the columns a few feet away from where Steve stood. I watched him for a while before he landed a hard punch on the bag and it flew off into the distance. I started clapping slowly and he turned around in shock.

“Good job, you broke the bag, but you do know you’re gonna have to pay for that right?”

“Hey kid, I haven’t seen you in a while. I came by your apartment but you didn’t answer.”

“I know Stevie, I just haven't felt up to company since we got back to New York. I hope you can forgive me.” He looked at me with sad eyes and took three long steps in my direction. His arms came out to engulf me in a hug.

“It’s okay, I understand. Promise you’ll tell me if something's wrong, okay?” I nodded into his chest and he squeezed me tighter.

“I couldn't sleep, I guess you couldn't either.”

“No, too many thoughts.” He let go of me and went to get two more punching bags. He hung them up a few feet away from one another before turning to me and asking if I wanted to join. Pretty soon we were both laughing together if it felt almost like we were back home before everything happened. That was until the same dark-skinned man from that day seven months ago showed up. I later learned he was Nick Fury, director of SHIELD.

“I’m glad to find you both here.” He stated.

“Are you here with a mission, Sir?” Steve asked.

“I am.”

“Is this to try and get us back out in the world?” I asked.

“No, I'm trying to save it.” he thrust out an open manila folder. I grabbed it slowly and brought it to where Steve and I could both look at it. The blue cube that had evaporated Johann Schmidt was in the photograph pinned to the first page. In large bold letters beside the pictures spelled out TESSERACT. We slowly walked to a nearby bench and sat down.

“That's HYDRA’s secret weapon. I thought it fell into the ocean that day,” I whispered.

“Howard fished it out of the water when they went looking for you both. He thought what we think, that this cube could be an unlimited sustainable energy source.” Fury informed us.

“Who took it from you?” Steve questioned.

“He’s called Loki, he’s not from around here. We have a lot we're gonna need to catch you both up on if you agree to help. This world has gotten stranger than you already know.”

“I doubt anything could surprise us anymore, right Stevie?”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Ten bucks says you’re both wrong.” Fury bet. We both got up from our seats and handed the file back. Steve went and grabbed another bag from the floor and I just headed straight for the door.

“There are debriefing packets at your apartments, read through them and get back to me by tomorrow afternoon. And before you leave, is there anything we should know about the tesseract?”

“You should have left it in the ocean.” Steve and I said at once before walking out of the gym. Once we were outside on the sidewalk we hugged and said our goodbyes for the moment and then went our separate ways.

The walk home felt longer than the walk to the gym, but this gave me time to think about what I wanted to do. Whether I wanted to go on this mission, or if I just wanted to lay low and live my life. By the time I walked through my front door I had almost made my decision, but I was waiting to read the file before I decided for good. With a quick look through the minimal information provided I sighed and threw the papers down onto my kitchen counter. Shaking my head I murmured to myself.

“No, I am not doing this. This cube is not worth it.” Rubbing my eyes I went back to my room and crawled under the bed, not caring that I was still in jeans and a t-shirt. I was not going to walk blindly into anything dealing with that cube again. I lost my fiance and everyone I have ever known because of that stupid blue thing, I'm not going to go anywhere near it again. I laid there quietly for a while before I eventually drifted off into a restless sleep.

The next morning I woke up with a start, almost hitting my head on the bed above me. Furious honking made its way from the street into my room. One thing I definitely missed from the past was how quiet it once was at seven a.m.

Along with the decision to not join the mission, I had also made up my mind about leaving New York. This had been a long decision in the making and the talk with Fury last night was enough to make the choice for me. I couldn't live in this city anymore. The places I used to hang out at were still here, but they had been renovated so many times that they were unrecognizable. Everywhere I turned It was like I was walking through a strange alternate reality. I saw glimpses of the past, like ghosts around every corner, it was worse when it was a place Bucky and I frequented.

When I had gotten back from the Retreat I made the mistake of going to mine and Steve’s old apartment. It had been torn down to construct a bookstore, along with several other retail shops. I broke down in the street when I saw it, waves upon waves of emotions crashed into me. All the memories I had there with Steve, mom, and Bucky had no place to live now other than in my mind. The next mistake I made was to go down the next few blocks to Bucky’s apartment he shared with his mom and sister, Rebecca. It was no longer there either, a bakery stood in its place. I turned and left before the onslaught of tears came. After that day I thought it would be best to go somewhere else, somewhere I had no memories.

I crawled out from under the bed and slowly moved to the bathroom to start getting ready for the long day to come. Once I had showered and gotten dressed I sat myself down on the living room sofa, looking wearily at the telephone on the end table. Hesitantly I picked up the receiver and dialed the number that had been in the tesseract briefing file. It rang twice before Nick Fury answered.

“Mr. Fury, I’m calling to tell you that I won’t be joining your team for whatever mission you have going on. I just want to lay low and rebuild my life and live it quietly without interruption.” I let out a long breath.

“Well, that’s unfortunate. Was really hoping to have you fight with us. If you change your mind, you know where to contact me. Goodbye Agent Rogers.” He hung up quickly after that, not giving me a chance to tell him goodbye as well. The next call was going to be the hard one, I had to tell Steve my plans. I dialed his number slowly as I raised the receiver to my ear. It didn’t even have time to get through the first ring before Steve picked up.

“Hello?” He asked on the other end.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“What’s up kid. Have you called Fury about joining the mission? I called about an hour ago letting them know I’d help.” He sounded a little enthusiastic.

“That’s actually what I’m calling about. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about this but I’m not going to help with the mission.”

“Oh,” he sounded surprised. “Why not? I thought you’d want to help get rid of that thing once and for all.”

“It’s not that, I want nothing more than for the tesseract to be gone for good. I just don’t think I can be a part of it, I don’t want this thing to take over my life if we can’t get rid of it. This brings me to another important thing I need to tell you. I can’t stay here in New York, so I’m moving to DC.” He was quiet for a while after I had said that, the only thing I could hear coming from his side was his breath. I grew more anxious by the minute waiting for him to say something.

“What do you mean you’re moving? Why can’t you stay here with me?”

“Don’t be selfish.” I snapped.

“I’m not being selfish, you are.” he raised his voice. I huffed through my nose, getting annoyed.

“I can’t stay here any longer. I have no idea what it is like for you, but for me, being in this city is torture. I see ghosts from the past every time I leave my house. I can’t go anywhere without seeing him, and every time I see him, I break down. I never got to say goodbye and that day plays over and over in my head. Steve, I’m being tormented with nightmares to the point where I have barely gotten five hours of sleep in the past week. I need to get out of here whether you like it or not.” Tears had started to stream down my face as I yelled into the phone.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have helped you, I still can help you if you let me. If you leave I can’t keep you safe, I can’t protect you like I’m supposed to.” He was using his soft “grown-up” voice he always used with me when I was younger to try and calm me down but the tears kept streaming down my cheeks at a rapid pace.

“I can protect myself, we did take the same serum,” I choked out. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to bother you with my problems, I can deal with them myself. Plus you have your own things to deal with, you don’t need to help me with mine.” My head was starting to hurt now and my cheeks and neck itched with quickly drying tears.

“Fine. The only way I will be okay with you leaving is if you promise to call me at least twice a week and you let me help you move.” I gave a strained laugh and nodded, even if he couldn't see it.

“Okay, it’s a deal. I actually already have an apartment lined up, so you can come over and help me pack everything up whenever you want to. I’m going to try and be out of New York by the end of next week.”

“I’ll be right over.” I laughed as I told him that I’d be waiting. I laid the receiver back down in its spot and stood up to go to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking. I was glad my relationship with Steve could handle an argument, understand one another, then go right back to normal, I don’t think we would be this close if it couldn't. I blinked back a few stubborn tears and bent down to grab a rag from the sink cabinet, I dampened it in warm water then wiped the dried tears from my face. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin.

Over the next week and a half, Steve and I boxed up what few belongings I had and packed them and the furniture into a moving truck. I didn’t own a car so the moving truck would be my transportation to DC. One of the many things SHIELD had us do was take a modern driving test, which wasn’t hard, just a few more signs to remember and more gadgets in the car than there used to be, I ended up passing with flying colors.

By Friday morning we had everything ready to go. Steve would follow me on his motorcycle and I would drive the truck the whole three and a half hours to my new apartment.

We stopped several times on the way down, mainly so Steve didn’t have to sit on the bike for the whole three hours straight. We also stopped for lunch. All in all the trip took us about five hours, with traffic added. We made it to my new home just after two and we started moving my belongings in immediately.

Admittedly the apartment was way too big for just me but I liked the extra space, it was different from the tiny two-bedroom apartment I had grown up in. The first thing I made sure to unpack and put up was the bed. I still hadn't told Steve I wasn’t actually sleeping in the bed, but he didn’t need to know that. After that clothes were sorted through and put in their respective places. With our enhanced strength and stamina, we had the whole place relatively furnished in just under two hours. We stopped for dinner when everything had been brought up from the moving truck.

The day went by fast with us talking and laughing like we used to, it was a good change of pace from my usual aimlessly roaming around my apartment alone. But, all good things have to come to an end and Steve had to leave. He pulled me into a tight hug, almost crushing me, and wouldn’t let go until I pinky promised to call him several times a week. I just laughed and promised him I would. I was sad watching him walk down the hallway to the stairs.

I turned back into my apartment and closed the door, locking it behind me. I stared at the box littering the floor and decided to get to work unpacking the rest of what we hadn’t gotten earlier.

Most of my belongings I found in thrift stores and antique shops around the city. It may have been the twenty-first century now, but that wasn’t stopping me from making my home a comfortable, familiar space. If you walked in from the outside world, you would have thought you had been transported to the past with how much authentic 1940s and before things I had littered about. Some things had been saved from the apartment we lived in in the forties. I learned a few weeks before we came back from the retreat that Peggy had been the one to put everything in storage after they had failed to find Steve and me in the ice. I had gone through all of it and took out what I wanted to take with me and Steve had done the same. I was thankful Peggy had done what she did, otherwise, everything would have been lost to time.

That night as I tried to sleep, I realized it was a little easier to relax. DC was a whole lot quieter than New York, there was no honking or yelling every two seconds to keep me awake. I was left alone in almost complete silence, which for others may be worse than being bombarded with noise, but I didn’t mind. I fell asleep almost an hour after laying down for the night and had a restless sleep. I woke up many times in the night covered in sweat, but I couldn't remember the dreams, anything I could remember dissipated as soon as I opened my eyes.

I woke up again very early the next morning, the clock on my wall said it was four forty-five. It was still dark out, but I could hear birds starting to chirp. I crawled out from under the bed frame and went to put on some exercise clothes. Running always helped to clear my mind after not being able to get any sort of rest. The run itself didn’t take long, even though it was seven miles, any normal person would be exhausted but I had barely broken a sweat. I did get to see some nice places, taking a route around the zoo, to the National Cathedral, and then back around to the Dupont Circle neighborhood, where my apartment was. The sun was just starting to come up as I made my way back into my building.

Although I had just moved in the day before, I was ready to start finding some sort of job. The money SHIELD was giving me to help assimilate back into the world comfortably was appreciated, but I wanted to make my own way in life without their help. Finding a job was going to be harder than it used to be, but I did have expertise in several areas. Upon being unfrozen, along with the driving tests, SHIELD created a new resume for me. I had degrees in history pertaining to the 1940s, World War II, and several of the New Deal programs, with a specialty in the SSR. I was also given a Veteran ID, although I don’t really know how that one works because I definitely was not a part of the apparent ongoing fighting in Afghanistan. I still looked twenty-four, I doubt anyone would believe it.

Anyway, I had interviews lined up for today at the Smithsonian, and hopefully, the resume that SHIELD created and my knowledge would be enough to land a job. I had already figured that I would be volunteering at the local VFW. I knew I could find people there to relate to and hopefully be able to make some friends.

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Momo x reader- better now?

Angst + fluff

Tw: Depression (in my experience, everyone experiences depression differently)

Cw: Nightmares, Harsh Breakup

Darkness swallows the UA dorms and your mind as the night hits along with an uncomfortable silence you aren't used to. The lights in the halls go off and yours is the only light left on not ready to sleep yet, And not wanting too either. You didn't want to handle another night of terror. So instead you curl up and stare at the (f/c) painted wall, unable to find the will to do anything else not even scroll on Instagram or plug in headphones and listen to music. You just wanted a peaceful night of sleep or a sleepless night where you felt relatively okay. You didn't want to feel numb anymore, it was exhausting trying to feel anything.

You hear light footsteps outside your door and perk up hopefully, where they back? Could they hold you again as they used to and fill the emptiness in your chest you didn't know could be so heavy, like lead pulling you to the bottom of the ocean and drowning you in thoughts. There was a light knock on the door and you don't make an attempt to open it, instead, you shout for them to come in and continue looking at the uninteresting wall. You crane your neck up to see momo cracking your door open and give a half-hearted wave.

"Are you alright (y/n)?" she asks, sitting on the floor in front of you, blocking your view of the wall. "Yeah i'm fine" you croak, not used to using your voice again since you hadn't felt the need to talk in the last few days, you had almost forgotten what your voice sounded like. She furrowed her eyebrows and shuffled forward "You look so sad. Like you want to give up." you looked away unsure how to tell her that you did, you just wanted to give up, feel something but feel nothing at the same time and it was tearing you apart. "I'm sorry about you and-" "Don't. Please don't I don't want to hear it" you cut her off and stretch your legs out and swinging them over the bed to sit up and look at the hardwood floor.

"It's late, you should sleep?" Momo was in pyjama's and had a glass of water in her hand suggesting she had just woken up to get a drink and saw your light still on. "I can't" you reply curtly clasping your hands together and looking at the clock on your nightstand that read 2:37 then slowly flicked to 2:38 and you wondered just how much sleep you had gotten since you were alone in your bed. "Are you not tired?" she shifted onto the bed to sit next to you and you shrug. "I dunno. I feel exhausted but a different kind of exhausted. And I wouldn't be able to sleep even if I was tired."

There's a beat of silence and momo hands you the glass of water she had been carrying. You take a few sips, thankful for the cold hydration and she sighs "you know I don't think you're okay" her hand rests gently on your knee and you purse your lips. Everyone always wanted to tell you to cheer up or just move on but no one was willing to recognise that you weren't okay despite you lying through your teeth. "You haven't been okay since-" you shot her a glare, you knew how long it had been since you had broken up, you didn't need a countdown of how long you had been falling apart too "-since your breakup but it's okay to not be okay. No one expects you to get over this quickly, but just know i'm here for you if you need me."

Your eyes prick with tears and your face heats up, cheeks glowing red and although you don't feel any lighter or like the hole in your heart has closed up, you feel listened to. Without you saying any words momo had known what you needed to hear. "I'm here for you" that was all it took. All you wanted to hear lately had been those 4 words, and finally, that was what you got. "I don't feel anything anymore momo. Im tired of forcing a smile and forcing myself to try when I c-can't I can't do anything. I don't feel like I belong here without them next to me" your words tumble out of your mouth before you can catch yourself and your tears stream harder as you think on what you had just revealed.

Momo could feel her own eyes watering, how could someone as perfect as you feel so broken? So lost? So unloveable? If she could just reach out and tell you she loved you you wouldn't have to feel this way. She would hold you and love you and make you feel better than anyone ever had and all she would have to do is tell you just how much she wanted to be with you. But it wasn't time and you deserved to get over this break up before she even began to hint at romantic feelings towards you.

"And I can't even sleep my way through of it because of these godforsaken nightmares. I can't get more than an hour at a time" you complain burying your head in your hands and groaning slightly at the thought of having to go another sleepless night. "You have nightmares?" she asked, and you nodded begrudgingly. "I used to sleep easier with them next to me but now obviously... they don't" you subconsciously reach for the empty spot of the bed that used to be filled and seized up realising how cold it was compared to how it used to be.

Momo, thinking of ways to distract you, grabbed your hands and held them tight then internally panicked realising what she was doing but didn't let go. "I'll sleep next to you if it would make you feel better?" she suggested and silence passed between you. "A-AS FRIENDS OF COURSE. COMPLETELY PLATONIC AND PROFESSIONAL BUT YOU NEED TO SLEEP AND IF THE ONLY WAY OF GETTING YOU TO SLEEP IS TO SLEEP NEXT TO YOU THEN I'LL DO IT!" she blurted.

You took a few seconds to consider then nodded slowly "o-okay. I'll get ready for bed then" you feel your lips curl upwards slightly but not enough to be visible yet. That was your goal. A big smile that everyone could see and smile with you. "what do you- did you- like to do for fun (y/n)?" momo asks while sorting your bed to be neat and tidy. "I like shopping, especially for clothes, I like clothes" you shout back and momo smiles to herself. "why don't we go shopping tomorrow and then we can have a private fashion show" she suggests, making a mental note to clean your floor to make space for the catwalk "really that sounds like fun!"

You changed into pyjama's and you let momo climb into your bed first opening her arms and you crawled inside her arms, despite being taller than her, you were lower down in the bed resting your head below hers. You sigh deeply and wrap your arms around her, finally feeling a little more whole having someone to hold. "Thank you momo" you mutter "it's no problem (y/n). Now get some rest" she rests her hand on top of your head and strokes your hair lulling you into a deep sleep. Not free of nightmares, but good enough that you didn't wake up continuously.

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roleplayerconfessions · 2 years

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Sorry, not sorry, OP of 681616362425253888, but someone not being a good fit for you isn't ableist or gross. You know what is? Putting all people with disabilities, cognitive differences, and differences in interests and preferences into a single category like that. No one has to interact without anyone else here, and if you feel that negatively about other people's differences that you can't comprehend why they might do things/need things in ways that aren't yours, you might be the asshole. You might be the ableist.

Actually sorry that being ESL has cut your potential partners down, OP, that does suck and I know some people are ignorant and inconsiderate about that. That doesn't mean anyone else's problems have to take a backseat to anyone else's. Have you considered that some of these people may have disabilities/differences that make reading your writing difficult for them? It isn't always that someone is just being a snobby elitist. It also isn't directed at the ESL community, I have rules like this for a reason and have had ESL partners while declining native English speakers for their writing.

People aren't always targeting you and doing something irrationally hateful just because you don't understand it, and they don't owe anyone a dissertation on their reasons. (That most people wouldn't read, while using as evidence of wrongdoing anyway.) That goes for wanting lasting plots/threads as well. Any reason is an acceptable reason, it is a hobby and we all have the right to do it our own way, okay? But if you need a "valid" reason, you've already given it. A lot of the RPC is working with physical challenges, are mentally ill or otherwise ND, and are working adults, students, parents, caregivers, and whatever.

As a physically disabled person with mental illnesses who is ND, I still have to work, I still have a life offline. It's hectic, I want to enjoy myself by having some dedicated threads with great partners and friends that last for a long time. Not pursuing new things heavily, or expending more effort than I do at work and in my homelife to keep up with thread/muse/blog bouncing, only to have it ignored and dropped. I enjoy rp because I am fixed on creating a story with someone, taking it seriously and loving the writing and characters is fun for me. It's stressful, not fun, for me to do rapid-fire replies, temporary things, pursuing people, putting out calls and starters, and that kind of thing. I love that other people are having fun doing it differently, but it isn't everyone's style of fun and that doesn't make anyone ableist or gross. It only means you enjoy things too differently to work out together. Like, just go in peace and cultivate your own happiness or something?

From the way you phrased your confession, it doesn't even sound like the person or people you are referencing were saying it in any hateful way. You should be honest in your rules, if you don't want to or can't interact with people based on whatever, it's the polite and fair thing to say it instead of acting like it is fine and ignoring people. You don't want these people to lie to you, then ignore you or block you out of nowhere, right? That's cruel, immature, and shitty, isn't it? Let people be honest, please. Especially if they're not being assholes about it! I'm not saying you haven't run across blogs who were shitty about it, we've all seen them, but the majority I've seen with these requirements were only saying what you have in your confession. They want solid writing and long term partners. Not ripping into anyone who doesn't write to their standards, saying that anyone who is ESL will be blocked, and dragging those that aren't here for long lasting rps. Shit, let people live a little. Their different needs and wants shouldn't come across to you as a declaration of war.

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x-lilacgalacticfox-x · 3 years

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Comfy Saiki

Yare yare. They've dragged me with them again.

Nendo was at the front of the group, talking to no-one in particular about getting ramen on their outing. Next to him was Kaido, who was obviously fantasizing about how he'd get rid of the dark reunion (yare yare...). Teruhashi was at the back of the group, daydreaming about how to get me to say 'oh' like her fanclub always do. Toritsuka was walking on the left of me and his mind was... something I shouldn't share. Aren had a hand on my shoulder, which was really getting on my nerves, guiding me and making sure I couldn't sneak away, as I have done before.

Eventually, after everyone's very slow walking, we arrive at a park. Irritatedly, I realised that we had taken a long route here, going around the houses. Literally. I guess that's what I get for letting Nendo lead the group.

Speaking of which, Nendo was making heart eyes at a nearby ramen shop. Aren notices and rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs, explaining to the dumb boy that they had only had lunch recently and they shouldn't fill up with ramen before their dinner.

Finally, everyone sits on the grass, sitting around in a circle, their school bags in a pile behind them. I roll my eyes and take a seat at the space they had left for me, between Kaidou and Aren.

Aren groans and slips his shoes off, before rubbing the bottom of his feet. "That sure was a long walk," he complains. Yeah, because Nendo was in charge, I deadpan in my head.

He huffs, placing his shoes behind him, as he thought it might aid in trying to sooth his aching feet. As he moves to sit back, he slips and falls into me.

I tense slightly as his head falls into my shoulder and his body presses against my side. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to smile.

I know what you're thinking, cold Saiki smiling at touch? As much as I hate to admit it, I enjoy hugs and physical affection.

Aren hums gently and nuzzles into my neck. I sneak a look down at him and notice how his eyes were shut and his once pain filled facial expression was calm and soft. I let myself gently smile, only a small one, but it was there.

I then notice how everything was quiet, even the thoughts. Although, it did seem that I could hear television static...

I look back up and notice everyone in the circle looking at the two of us. My smile instantly disappears, trying to hide that I was ever smiling.

Aren also notices the quiet and looks up. He blushes slightly before muttering, "What? He's comfy..."

Everyone blinks a few times and stays silent, before Kaidou moves closer to my other side. He slowly leans against me and stays still for a minute. He then also hums and cuddles into my side, causing me to bite my cheek again.

The other three's eyes light up, before quickly rushing over to me. Nendo goes behind me on the left, Toritsuka on the right behind me, and Teruhashi in front of me.

Nendo leans his back against mine and I can tell he found it comfy because of his thoughts (which mostly consisted of calling me buddy). Toritsuka wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chest against my back, with his face nuzzled into my neck. Teruhashi then wrapped her arms around my waist from the front and rested her head on my chest.

Even with all of their thoughts, I felt peaceful. I haven't had this properly before, and to say I didn't enjoy it would be an obvious lie.

You're enjoying this, Toritsuka teases me in his head, smirking into my neck.

I am not, I reply, still reluctant to show any emotion around them. He simply chuckles and cuddles more into me, knowing I was clearly lying.

I smile and enjoy the physical affection I was getting from my friends. Not caring that at some point during the cuddle session Kaidou and Aren had captured my hands in their own.

All was quiet for me, my mind blocking out the sound of everyone else, just enjoying the moment.

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jumabelljingolas · 4 years

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Batman's Little Sister.

Series: DC Universe: Wonder Woman

Pairing: Diana Prince x Reader

Summary: Y/N Wayne, well-known in the industry for holding numerous fundraisers dedicated to charities and art preservation, caught the attention of Diana Prince. After a mission, Bruce receives news from Alfred that an invitation had been mailed to the princess of Themyscira from his very own sister.

"I'd like to express my deepest gratitude to all of you who share the same passion as I, thank you for continuing to trust this campaign and I hope everyone in this room tonight will have—or continue having—a wonderful evening. Thank you again."

The room erupted in applause, smiles directed to the woman whom raised her glass of champagne with a grin plastered on her lips. She then descended from the stage and was instantly approached by a few men in suits, congratulating her and exchanging shy laughter with; completely unaware of a woman in the sparkling white long and fitted gown who observed her from afar, a little smile on her lips as she watched the girl talk animatedly with the men about how the passion came to when she was at the ripe age of nine.

Ofcourse, Diana can clearly hear you (because unbeknownst to you, and to the many she's Wonder Woman) she revelled in the pitch of your voice and how easy it was for you to communicate what you felt about helping these certain causes. On paper, there were some nasty articles about how you've taken the charity/fundraiser routes as to somehow outwit you older brother, it was nothing but a game between the two Wayne siblings on who's better in the eyes of Gotham; sadly enough because you were younger, and a woman, the articles picked on these traits as a form of inferiority between you and Bruce.

Diana couldn't understand it, here you were standing yet only a few feet away from her and you were so radiant, so undeniably pure as if there would never be anything that can knock you off of your feet because your love is endless; she couldn't understand why these people underestimate your capabilities, and paint you as some sort of villain whilst you stand next to Bruce who loved you to the very ends of the world as well.

She couldn't understand why anyone would ever want to bring shame upon your name when all you ever did was live such a normal, mundane life without trampling over anyone; she knows this because she feels it. You weren't like the many, corrupted by greed and undeniably high ideals.

But instead, you are Y/N Wayne; the youngest of the two remaining children of Martha and Thomas Wayne. The woman who calls Bruce in the middle of a Justice League meeting to ask him when he'd finally be home so that you can cook dinner for him and Alfred because you miss them, the woman who never understood why her brother was never home but doesn't pry about it because she trusts him like she trusts herself.

Batman's little sister, even if she never really knew about it.

Diana could see how much at peace you were living compared to Bruce whom set out his entire life into fighting crime to somehow avenge your parents, she could see how Bruce was doing it for the both of you, and you lived a life the way your parents would've wanted for you two. She couldn't help but be drawn to these thoughts of your decision, how this was the first time she saw you in person yet she already feels as if she'd known you since you were children.

And then your eyes connected.

You were frozen on your spot, it was as if your eyes set on the most beautiful piece of art in the museum but this one particular piece was breathing, it was alive and it offered you a warm smile. You probably looked stupid, with your mouth slightly agape as you inhaled sharply at the sight of her but before you could even return a small smile, a man blocked you from being able to further connect with the woman. You'd know the back of that head like the back of your own palm, that was your brother whom was having a word with her.

Diana Prince, she actually showed.

"Miss Wayne? Would you like more champagne?" the voice of one of the men snapped you back into your little circle of business transactions, you smiled at him and nodded before he ushered one of the waiters to pour you another glass.

If you were about to be introduced with the woman of your dreams, you'd need more than just a glass of champagne to keep you from becoming a stuttering mess.

"I see you did get the invitation." Diana's smile faltered as Bruce blocked her vision of you. Staring each other down for a few seconds, Diana shrugged before finally smiling up at Bruce.

"I don't see why I shouldn't attend."

"She doesn't know anything about us, Diana. What we do, she knows completely nothing—" Bruce furrowed his brows as Diana let out a short laugh.

"I know, and I have no intention of bringing her into it. Always so uptight Bruce, you should learn to relax, live a little," Diana straightened the shoulder pads of Bruce's tuxedo with a grin playing on her lips, contrasting to Bruce's worried look, "your sister merely wants me as an investor, nothing more. And if she insists on more.." the Amazon's grin stretched up into a bashful smile which made Bruce grab ahold of her wrist, eyeing her down as she looked up at him in amusement.

"Don't play coy with me princess, if she even gets the slightest hint of what we are and what we do I swear to your gods—"

"You know, flirting with my potential investor is one thing, but convincing her to invest in your own side of the business should've been held under your own gala, brother." Bruce withdrawn his hand from Diana's wrist, you happened to not have heard nor seen any of the rising tension between the two as they bantered about you. Diana grinned at Bruce as he gritted his teeth before stepping to the side and facing you with a soft smile.

No matter how angry Bruce gets, you always were in touch with his soft side.

"Haven't considered that maybe I was convincing her to invest to yours?" you titled your head at his statement, which Diana found completely adorable.

"Sounds to me that you've already been acquainted?" Bruce noticed the slight change in your tone, he knew you well enough to know what was running through your head and it pained him to see how you subconsciously took a slight step back as if doubting the situation at hand. And by situation, the possibility that Diana was one of Bruce's many hookups and the only reason as to why she's here is to get back at him.

"He visited The Lourve for quite some time, not our favorite guest in full honesty." Diana intervened, feeling how your radiant aura slightly dimmed. You looked at her with a small smile, nodding before inhaling sharply and composing yourself to handle the potential investor professionally.

Even if it pained you to think that yes, yet another woman who wants to be in the arms of your own brother.

"Well then Bruce, if you don't mind?" Bruce looked at the two of you before shrugging and sipping on his champagne, standing there waiting for you two to start talking. Diana could only contain her annoyance to his protective presence but looking at you made her feel less annoyed.

The Amazon felt as if no time would be wasted as long as it'd be spent drowning in the warmth of your eyes.

"Formally introducing myself this time, as if the bantering between my brother and I never happened," you offered a hand to Diana who instantly took it in hers in a firm grip, which took you aback for a second before you composed yourself with the award-winning smile on numerous magazine covers, "Y/N Wayne, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Diana Prince, and trust me Miss Wayne—the pleasure is all mine." you hated how her voice almost sounded velvety against the chattering of the guests in the museum, and how soft her hands were, her grip still firm yet seemingly familiarizing the warmth you were currently offering.

This woman, if she were to get back at your brother by enchanting you—she's already doing one hell of a job.

"Would you like a tour around the museum, Miss Prince?"

Time had never flown by as quickly as it did spent with Diana Prince, she was everything a simple woman of an artistic eye like you could ever wish to become; two peas in a pod, you'd talk about a certain piece and Diana would indulge you in information you were sure you'd never even heard of about it. She was this enigma of surprises, it was as if you'd find something about her whilst she shared her personal experiences amongst the artistic world, then you'd find out something completely different about her that had you reeling for more.

You hated it, if ever this woman was actually here simply walking next to you and knocking you off your feet just to get back at your brother—

"I'd like to negotiate the investment." you tore your eyes off of the large painting in one of the many exclusive, executives only areas of the museum; your eyes set on the woman that stood rather closely next to you even though you were the only ones in the spacious room. She was staring rather intensely at you, as if she always had been even though just a few moments ago you were laughing at a certain piece that you had a slip of misinformation from that she corrected.

But all good things must come to an end, don't they? Whether it was being with practically the most beautiful woman on Earth that slightly towered over you, for a moment it felt as if she was there just to solely be with you but then it always had to be about Bruce.

"Okay." Diana raised her brow at the sudden change of tone, your eyes tore themselves away from hers and instead it casted on nothing in particular. The Amazon eyed you down, waiting for something else to come out of your precious mouth because you always seemed to have managed to keep a professional composure.

"Your current campaign, the preservation of this evenings pieces, the upcoming ones, and what you'll be deciding to do next.." your brows furrowed at her words, this wasn't how it usually went with Bruce's women; it usually ended up with them investing a certain amount to only the current campaign, followed by them trying to seduce you into bringing them to the Wayne manor—somewhat getting a reaction from Bruce once he sees them in his house the next morning—then that was it, it never went beyond that.

"..I think you have a great vision, Miss Wayne. I'd be honored if you'd let me support that."

Did I just.. caught the attention of Diana Prince?

"Vision..?" Diana eyed you in worry, you looked as if you were about to pass out right infront of her. She instantly reached over to grab your empty glass of champagne, a hand softly placed on your arm as she set your glass on top of the glass compartment.

"Yes? Are you alright, Miss Wayne?" you let out a short, breathless laugh.

"Jesus Christ, if you're going to stick around alot after this you'll have to get used to calling me 'Y/N'." Diana's lips pulled up into a grin that made your heart flutter.

And ofcourse, Diana could hear ever single beat.

"I'd like that, Y/N." you shook your head, trying to push away the thought of how angelic your name sounded from her lips. Finally composing yourself, you ran your fingers through your hair as you stared across the room, unaware of how Diana slowly eyed you down from head to toe after the action.

"If you're planning on doing more, then this talk alone won't suffice. We need documents, and lawyers, consultants—"

"Y/N," you looked at Diana and her eyes looked into yours softly, soft enough to almost make you die inside, "one step at a time."

"Okay." Diana reached over to place her hands on your cheeks, you were frozen on your spot as she smiled rather lovingly at you, which oddly enough even if the conversation was about her investing to your campaign—it felt more than that.

It was almost as if it was a marriage proposal.

A promise of something greater than a simple investment.

"But first, I'd like to hear you say my name; please say my name, Y/N." Diana's eyes scanned your entranced eyes, just as you looked deeply into hers.

A promise of forever.

"Diana."

This is my first ever Y/N published fic. Just recently, I got into reading comics and I chose to head first into the DC universe because I've always been curious about it. I had fun writing this and hopefully, those who'll read this would find it entertaining to say the least.

Anyways, I'll be making more of these once creativity pushes me again. God, I love Diana Prince so much right now it's insane.

Laters for now,

RANIMA.

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