#it's for the best or otherwise i wouldn't be able to open my phone in public without Dying immediately

[bandgie]

The Other Ωmega

Changbin x fem!reader

warnings: MDNI 18+, anal (m!), omegaverse!!, changbin lies about being an alpha hehe, brief fingering (m!), handjob, blowjob, v slight cum eating, omegaxomega, cheating scare but everyone is loyal!, feminization (I think?), vague overstim mentions (m!) notes!:  this is an omegaverse fic! here is some info about that universe :)

2.3k words

From: Bin<3

sorry baby! I think im in a rut won't be able to go out tonight :((

Maybe you should be more understanding, but you can't find any compassion as you read the text message. What kind of alpha doesn't want to hang out with their omega when they're in a rut? You huff and don't reply, setting your phone on the floor.

Your makeup was already done and you spent the entire night before picking your outfit. Changbin is a caring lover, but he always avoids you when his rut starts. At first, you thought it was because he was being careful, but it's been nearly half a year and he still hasn't let you near during that time.

Picking up your phone, you message your friend.

he blew me off again

Felix replies almost immediately.

From: lixiepixie!

that bitch, dump him

From: You

don't be dumb. he said he's in a rut or whatever

From: lixiepixie!

I hate to say it, but do you think he's seeing someone else? bcuz it doesn't make sense that he wouldn't want to see you when he's like that unless...

Anything you were planning to type dies in your mind. Seeing someone else? No, no way. Changbin loves you, adores you even. There's never been a moment when you've thought otherwise, but reading Felix's messages puts disturbing doubts in your mind.

From: You

no, that's not it

From: lixiepixie!

then just show up at his place! he's an alpha, he'll be happy to see you. hes prolly just nervous about fucking you while hes in a rut for the first time

That makes more sense to you. After all, it would be a waste to have put on your best makeup just for no one to see. You shoot a quick text to Changbin telling him you hope he feels better before getting dressed. A part of you is nervous about showing up, Changbin is so keen on making sure you two are separate during his rut. You wonder if he gets overly dominant. If he would manhandle you into the position he wants before taking you. 

The thought excites you and a feeling of pleasure tightens in your stomach. Changbin might be a completely different lover in bed when he's in a rut, but you're an omega. His omega. Everything about you is built for him. You can take it.

You know where Changbin keeps his spare key to the front door. It's all too simple to call it breaking and entering as you lift the fake plant pot on the front porch and stick it in the keyhole. You're nearly buzzing with excitement as you take the first few steps into his place.

The smell hits you immediately. 

It's not the musky scent you're used to, but a sweet fragrance that forces its way into your lungs. Your body responds quicker than your brain. Carnal desire begins to fill your body in an almost uncomfortable way. Your breathing grows ragged, and your heart rate increases. 

Another omega is here, and they're in heat.

You push away your bodily reactions to march deeper into his house, ignoring how the first signs of arousal drip down your thighs. The closer you get to Changbin's room, the stronger the smell gets. You're not even his front door yet and you can hear him. The way he moans whimpers, cries out.

Anguish clenches your heart, but you mask it with fury as you swing the door open. "Who the fuck- Oh...Oh."

In hindsight, maybe it should be just Changbin in the room, but you hardly feel gratitude when you see your lover completely nude on his back, legs spread with a dildo between them. He noticed you, he made eye contact with you, but his hand keeps pumping the silicone cock in and out of his ass. 

"B-baby?" His hazy eyes regard you in the doorway. "Mmm my baby, want my baby." The pace he's set for himself falters, using one hand to reach out to you. Changbin's eyes are needy and filled with raw desire. You don't think twice when you walk to him, standing beside the bed. 

You take his hand in yours, feeling his burning skin. His palms are sweaty on your own as you gently sit on the bed. 

"Binnie?" Your voice is filled with confusion. "W-what's going on?" To answer your question, Changbin takes his hand holding yours to his mouth. He kisses and nips your skin, moaning at your taste. The feeling of his tongue makes you gasp, chills breaking out across your body. 

With the pheromones suffocating you in his room, you don't know how much longer you'll last. You want nothing more than to hop on his fat cock that leaks on his tummy. It takes immense strength to keep eye contact on his flustered face. 

Changbin pops one of your fingers in his mouth, swirling the digit around his tongue. "Mmf tastes so good. Baby, you taste so good." The squelching of his dildo grows louder as he quickens his wrist. "Fuck I...I need you."

You'll argue with him another time. The smell of him overtakes your sense and mind as you place yourself in front of his bent legs, The pretty dress you put on for your date night hikes up to your thighs. Changbin vibrates with need as you take the toy in your grasp and begin to pull it out.

"No!" He shouts. "Don't pull it out! Keep it in. Please please please please."

But you have to pull it out. You have to see the way his ass eagerly clenches onto the toy as you slide it out. How his gaping hole pulses around nothing once you've completely removed it. Changbin whines and picks his head up, eyes teary and lips pouting.

The sight of his lower half makes your mouth water, salvia pooling in your mouth at his pretty rim. "Ohhh," you sigh dreamily. "You have such a pretty pussy, my Binnie."

Changbin squeals when your warm fingers rub against his wetness. His arousal gathers on your digits, leaking from his ass. 

"Nuh-uh," your alpha- no. Your omega shakes his head. "N-not true." Changbin bites his lower lip in concentration as he forms his words. "Binnie's baby has the prettiest pussy."

His slurred words make you smile, pressing your middle finger slightly into his entrance. "Why did you hide this from me, hm?" You pull your finger away to give gentle slaps to his rim. The light impact makes Changbin's hips jolt upwards, and whines leave his lips. "You know I already love your cock. I'd love your pussy too."

The way Changbin keeps moaning makes you rub your thighs together. You can feel how sticky your underwear has gotten from watching his true state. You prod his entrance with the tip of the dildo, using your free hand to spread one of his cheeks for viewing. 

"Gonna...gonna make me feel good?" Changbin frames it in a question.

Your boyfriend always knows how to make you feel good, but you're not sure if you can do the same. You're not an alpha. You're not used to being on the giving end of relationships, but Changbin's so good to you. Making sure your heat is taken care of while he was an omega himself the entire time. 

"I'll try, baby," you don't sound too confident. "Binnie's baby is gonna try, okay?" With that, you press the dildo deeper inside him. Changbin reactions are immediate, lips forming a silent 'o' shape as his eyebrows pinch together. He groans as you settle the toy deep until the sack touches his ass. You gently pull it back and in a few inches, trying to set a pace.

Every time you move the silicone even an inch, the sounds of Changbin's slick resonates throughout his room. His arousal clings to the toy and drips down his ass. You use your finger to swipe the essence and place the sticky subtle in your mouth. 

The taste settles over your tongue and you moan. Everything about Changbin at this moment screams omega, and you don't know how you didn't notice it before. His plump chest, his short stature, the roundness of his ass. All the signs were there, yet it took you fucking a dildo into him to realize his true nature. 

"God. You take cock so well," you're filled with awe at the sight of Changbin's rim swallowing the fake dick easily. The throbbing between your legs grows unbearable, but you have to ignore it. You busy the hand on his ass to reach towards his aching cock. 

It throbs in your hand and Changbin cries out. Who knows how many times he's cum before you showed up, but his entire being is begging to be fucked until he can't take it. You know the feeling all too well, and you're more than happy to help.

The sound of Changbin's drenched cock mixes with the sound his the dildo in his ass. Your fist becomes wet immediately, only encouraging you to stroke him at an unforgiving pace. With a tight grip, you pull his skin down to expose his sensitive head. White goo leaks from his tip, slinging down until it drips down his soft stomach. 

"Ooo, oh! Like that! Just like that, baby," Changbin muffles his words into the pillow beside him. 

With your thumb, you rub the pad of your digits over his slit. His pre-cum sticks to your skin, connecting it to his tip. You swirl it around his flushed head until he squirms, hips bucking to shy away from your overwhelming touch. 

"You keep moving," you tut playfully. "How am I supposed to make you cum?"

Changbin whines in response, thighs shaking as he tries his best to stay still for you. "I'm good. I'll be good, baby. Don't stop." His compliance makes you smile and you reward him by wrapping your soft lips around his pink tip. 

The sound he makes is closer to a howl than a moan. His stomach tenses at the feel of your hot mouth, spurting more salty release on your tongue. You suck softly on him, making sure you get a taste of his natural tang. Changbin digs his heels into the matter as your mouth hollows, creating a powerful suction for his cock.

The dildo in your hand falters, slowing its pace so you could focus on sucking your boyfriend off. Even then, you swear you can feel his hole clenching on the toy, trying to get the tip of the silicone to touch the womb deep in his stomach. 

"Oh my god. Oh my god," Changbin's voice is strained. He lifts his head to watch how your head slowly bops up and down his shaft, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth. You focus your gaze upwards, locking eyes with him. With his attention on you, you try your best to shove his entire shaft down your throat. Though Changbin doesn't necessarily have much length, it's his thickness you struggle with. It feels like the corners of your mouth might tear with how much you open up for him.

It looks as though Changbin has hearts in his eyes, jaw slightly open as he moans at the sight of you engulfing him "So pretty. My baby's so pretty. Love you. I love my pretty baby, oh fuck..." he mindlessly babbles. 

If you could, you'd coo at his incoherent words. You show your gratitude by pulling the dildo a few inches out before ramming it back in. Changbin yelps at the sudden movement, but his hips quickly rock with your thrusting. 

You manage to set a doable pace for yourself. Sucking him in until his curly pubes touch your nose while you fuck the toy shallowly in him. Soft gags and muffled moans elapse your mouth as you try to swallow your omega whole, but Changbin seems to find pleasure in it nonetheless. 

His stubby cock twitches in your mouth and his chest heaves as his orgasm approaches. 

Quickly, you replace your mouth with your hand, stroking him in quick jerks while you have better agility to thrust the toy inside him. You swear you could see the tip of the cock poke from underneath the belly of his skin, touching the deepest parts of him you have yet to explore yourself.

Little gasps and cries leave his pretty lips, and this time, you do have the opportunity to coo at Changbin. "Look at you. So good for me. Gonna cum all over yourself again?" 

Changbin tries to nod, but it looks like his head just flops around. You find his attempt endearing. "It's okay, Binnie. You can cum as much as you want. I know you need it."

"Need it," he agrees, eyes screwed shut. "Need it so bad." You watch as his eyebrows come together. His dildo tears from your grip as his hips entirely buck off the bed when he cums, hot spurts of release reaching all the way up to his plump chest. Changbin lets out a series of choked moans, and though you're not getting any action yourself, you moan with him. 

His legs tremble as he keeps himself lifted, the final bursts of cum dribbling down his shaft before he finally collapses. His pants fill the room and you gently remove the silicone from him.

You pull it slowly to not hurt him, but you enjoy how Changbin shivers and groans when the last inches of the cock slip out of him. You raise the soaked toy in front of you, intrigued by the white cream that settles at the base. 

Yeah, he's an omega all right.

Changbin's labored breathing slowly returns to normal and his tired arms lift to make grabby-hands at you. You try not to smile at his adorable gesture, "You know you're gonna hear it from me in the morning, right?" But you snuggle beside him anyway, bringing your face into the crook of his neck where his pheromones make your head spin. 

"Binnie's sorry," he murmurs, wrapping one of his nude legs over your waist to bring you closer. 

"Mhm. Binnie's gonna be sorry all right."

You decide he'll make up for your neglected cunt all morning tomorrow...or maybe all day.

a/n: omg I have no idea how this will preform but I had so many different ideas in mind, but I decided to go with this one. I was originally gonna do an orgy with omega reader and omega Changbin and the rest of the boys alphas ahaha but damn, i couldn't muster the energy. enjoy this tho! thank you :)

[theehoneeybee]

An Evening Coffee

pairing: Edward Nashton/gn!reader warnings: stalking, obsession, swearing, implied kidnapping? the riddler is just a silly goose word count: 1.0k

part one

synopsis: Edward's obsession only grows stronger the more you pull away from him. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ a/n: thank you for the love on the previous fic <;3 also don't forget my requests are open teehee ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

After Edward had left your apartment you were quick to draw all the curtains, triple checking that the front door was locked. To be extra safe, you heaved the coffee table in front of the door to barricade yourself in.

He knew where you lived.

The hairs on your arm stood up straight, alert. The air in your apartment weighed on your shoulders, unable to escape the feeling of dread that surrounded you. You drowned in fear. How did he know where you lived? Had he been here before? Was he still here now?

You didn't have a second of peace, your brain swarming with questions. Everything began to make sense. The feeling of being watched and followed, and of course, the card.

You wanted to move apartment, to run away and hide where he could never find you, but there was one small problem. Edward still had your laptop.

You stayed awake all night, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open. Caffeine and anxiety fuelled you as you stalked from room to room, unable to sit still, frantically checking that you were alone in the apartment. Was it even worth informing the police? You had no physical proof that Edward had done anything and the Gotham police were useless. They would just tell you, "we'll look into it," then you would never hear from them again.

The alarm from your phone blared in your ear. You don't remember falling asleep. You shot straight up, eyes snapping open as you scanned around your room. It was time for you to go to work.

Each time a customer came through the door a shiver ran down your spine, anticipating Edward's arrival. The night dragged. You anxiously stared at the clock, watching as the seconds ticked by all too slowly.

"Evening," Edward greeted you as he came through the door, the bell chiming behind him. You tried your best to keep a straight face, to keep the fear at bay.

"Evening."

He gently sets your laptop down on the counter. "I'll just have a coffee tonight," a kind smile adorned his lips as he spoke to you. How could he look you in the eyes and act like nothing was wrong? You couldn't help the shaking in your hands as your poured his coffee. "Well, I was able to get the virus off your laptop. Like you said, it was just something you got from a dodgy site."

You nodded, mumbling a thank you as your grabbed your laptop to put it away. Had Edward been the one to mess with your laptop? Part of you knew that would make sense, that is was the logical thing to think, but the way he looked at you almost had you convinced otherwise. Almost.

"You should be more careful, you know," Edward advised. "Try not to use those sites in the future. You never know what could happen. There's some dangerous people out there." His clear glasses gleamed in the light.

He wouldn't leave fast enough. Edward took his sweet time, sipping his coffee and scribbling his answers in a crossword puzzle. You watched him cautiously from across the diner, avoiding eye contact whenever he would glance your way. When Edward finally left, you let out a sigh of relief. A weight was lifted from your shoulders, not having to worry about him for the rest of your shift.

You scurried home, eager to get out of the dark and into the safety of your apartment. The illusion of safety, at least. Before you went to bed that night you messaged your manager, begging to be switched to the day shift. It would be too hard to find a new job on such short notice, so changing your shifts would be the quickest way to deter Edward. It was hard to fall asleep. No position seemed comfortable or safe. On your side, it left your back exposed, vulnerable to the world. You tossed and turned for the rest of the night, every little noise of the city waking you from your sleep.

You thought the switch to day shift kept Edward at bay. Aside from the feeling of being watched, you had not seen or heard from him. You asked your co-worker who took over the night shift if she had seen him, brown hair and clear frames, you described. Nothing.

Even your laptop was completely fine. The black screen and flashing question mark never appeared again but you still felt a level of unease using it, covering up your webcam with tape, just in case.

After a long day, all you wanted to do was rot in bed. One of your co-workers called out last minute, leaving you to cover them until someone else could come in. The rest of the evening you had spent running errands. Hauling all of your groceries onto the subway was no easy task.

You shuffled into your dark apartment, unable to flick on the light just yet as you carried your bags into the kitchen. They smacked onto the countertop with a loud thud. Your bedroom light was still on. Odd, you thought. You could've sworn you had turned it off. Electricity isn't cheap after all.

As you entered your bedroom, someone sprung out from the darkness, making you jump with fright. You hadn't spotted Edward in the corner, shrouded in the shadows. He towered over you, his eyes obscured by his glasses. You slowly backed away from him, until you were pressed up against the wall. He stood inches away from you.

"I missed you," Edward cooed. "You stopped working the night shift."

Your bottom lip trembled, fists balled against your sides as you stared up into his green eyes. Before you could utter a word, he spoke again.

"I just wanted to see you. You caught onto me hacking your laptop pretty quickly. You're a smart one." So he was the one who tampered with your computer.

"Please just leave me alone," your voice trembled as you spoke. For someone who used to seem so meek, Edward was making you shake with fear. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb running across your bottom lip. You swallowed. He leaned down, his face centimetres yours.

"Don't think you can get away from me that easily."

You were his.

[misc-obeyme]

Hey! Could I ask for a breaking-4th-wall kind of drabble with Solomon? In my heart I refuse to believe the boys aren’t real; they’re just in another world 💔 idk if thats denial or what but yeah lmao

something comfort or fluff would be nice ^^ even though just seeing Sol always makes me smile it’s a double edged sword and I then think back to how he ‘isn’t real’

(It’s kinda sad I can’t marry that man though…? It was love at first sight in OG game and people think Solomon’s down bad, I’m hella clingy when it comes to close relationships though ☠️ )

(Also random but as kind of a vent the kind of person best for Solomon would be someone who can heal his inner child, yeah? Problem is my inner child is also broken from emotional abuse lol, my issues would not help. I’m not good for him fr)

Hi there, anon!

Let me begin by saying that you are definitely good for Solomon. In fact, I would argue that you would understand him better because of your own issues. You know how it feels, you can relate to him in a way that someone else wouldn't be able to. And I think there's something extremely healing about having someone else to figure it out with. Why can't you and Solomon heal your inner children together?

As for the request, I hope this is what you're looking for! I definitely took the fourth wall breaking idea and ran with that!

You're sitting in your house on your phone, looking at Solomon on the home screen of your Obey Me account. You tap on his sprite and he smiles at you.

"Hm? What is it?" the dialogue says.

"I want you to be real," you say, knowing he can't hear you. "I want to touch you for real."

You sigh, turning off your phone and going about your evening. An hour or so passes and you're now focused on something else entirely when the doorbell rings.

It's odd. You weren't expecting company.

You answer the door and nearly faint from shock.

Solomon laughs gently at the look on your face. "Hi, MC. You wanted to see me?"

You stare at him with your mouth open. "What- I don't- How are you…? How are you here?"

"I'm a sorcerer, MC," he says. "With the right spell, I can make anything happen."

You're a little confused, but is it really worth asking any more questions? He's here and he looks solid. He looks real.

Solomon seems to understand your uncertainty. He reaches out a hand toward you. "I promise it's really me," he says. "Won't you let me show you?"

You couldn't have refused even if you wanted to. You didn't take the time to think about it, just immediately put your hand in his.

Solomon tugs on your hand and pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. The world spins and you're being teleported to a new location.

You gasp when you find yourself looking out at a familiar view. The Devildom stretches out below you, RAD's great structure in the distance, the sparkling city lights next to an elaborately detailed fence. You're standing on a cobblestone street with Solomon's arms around you. The sky is dark, but it always is, here in the Devildom.

"Did you think it wasn't real?" Solomon asks. "Did you think I haven't already fallen for you?"

You clutch at him because this is all so unexpected. "Yes," you admit. How could you have possibly thought otherwise?

Solomon laughs, but it's soft, like he can't help it because you're so cute. "I'm sorry," he says. "I should have come for you sooner. Do you want to stay? For a little while?"

You throw your arms around his neck. "Yes!" you cry. And there are tears on your face because you're somehow here, with him.

Solomon kisses away your tears. You melt in his arms as he does. He gives you a questioning look, as if he's not sure how far he can go.

You let him know by kissing him. Solomon's embrace tightens around you. You can feel his heart beating against yours - rapid, like he's also overwhelmed by this impossible moment.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[positivelyholland]

Suprises

pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader 

genre: fluff 

warnings: angst for a minute there, paparazzi, getting lost, let me know if i missed any

summary: after your dad suprised you with a daddy-daughter date, you run into some suprise paparazzi and get scared

A/N this is (almost) the exact same as my other tom cruise fic, but just with chris evans

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“Hey y/n/n, do you have any plans for the day” your dad walked over to where you were sitting on the couch, lazily watching Bluey. 

“Considering it's 6pm on a Tuesday, no” you sarcastically responded. Chris finds it funny how you're the only person on God's green earth who can get away with teasing him. 

“Great! Go get some nice-ish clothes on and I’ll meet you in the car in 15 minutes” before you could respond to his words, he ran away to god knows where. 

Feeling confused and nervous but also excited for whatever your dad had planned, you hurry up to your room to go start getting ready. 

You did some light and simple makeup that made you look even more beautiful (although Chris would argue you're pretty no matter what, you are his daughter after all). After finishing your lip gloss, you went to go pick out an outfit, which was the hardest part. 

It's moments like these where you swear there's absolutely nothing to wear, but chris (and most people) would say otherwise due to your huge closet full of designer pieces since you are the daughter of Chris Evans after all. 

It wasn't until after you had trashed your room and basically emptied out your whole closet that you were able to decide on a long-sleeved, dark blue sundress. 

Taking one last look in the mirror and spraying some perfume all over your body, you decided you looked good. Well, you had to be at least a little content at this point since it had been 20 minutes since the conversation with your dad and he had been honking at you from his car for the past 5 minutes. 

Running as fast as you can in heels (which was pretty fast considering how many fancy events you've been to with your dad), you grabbed your phone and purse before joining Chris in the car. 

As you opened the car door and (not so gracefully) stepped in, your dad gave you a big hug. 

“Wow, you're definitely my daughter with how pretty you look tonight” he teased, to which you just rolled your eyes and thanked him in response. 

The drive to wherever he was taking you was only about 20 minutes long, but those 20 minutes were full of jamming out to 80s ballads and singing your heart out until you finally arrived at an expensive 5-star restaurant.

You checked out your surroundings, and once you finally realized that's where you were, you looked at your dad in shock. 

“Are you being serious right now, dad?” you asked him, voice filled with excitement. To which Chris just shook his head with the brightest smile on his face as the 'yes' answer to your question.

Although you were parked decently far from the restaurant, Chris made it an enjoyable walk in order for you to not focus on how bad your feet hurt in your heels. Whether it was chatting about life, telling jokes, or even just pulling silly faces at each other, he made sure you wouldn't focus on the pain your feet must've been enduring.

You got to the fancy doors before walking into the restaurant and then were quickly led to your seats on the balcony, thanks to your dad’s string-pulling skills. 

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After eating some of the most delicious food you've ever had in your life, and having the best time laughing and chatting with your dad, things eventually had to come to an end.

"Shall we?" Chris asked as he linked arms with you.

"We shall," you responded, heading towards the exit with your dads arms around you.

Before you could leave through those boujee doors, your dad spotted some paparazzi, who were most likely waiting for you guys. He immediately got stressed out and warned you about them since he is well aware of your anxiety revolving around these types of things. 

You both took a deep breath before trying to quickly make your way through the crowds of people. Due to the constant distracting flashes of cameras, you accidentally let go of your dads hand to block your eyes from the brightness. At the loss of contact, both you and your father became incredibly stressed. 

You were able to make it out of the crowd pretty easily by just running to wherever you can quickly find peace. As you started to calm down from the experience, you realized you had absolutely no clue where you were or how you were supposed to get back to your dads car. 

Pulling out your phone and dialing your dads number, you were so relieved to hear him pick up his phone almost immediately. 

“Dad, I'm scared. I don't know where I am, help me please” your anxiety was starting to come back to you. 

“It's ok sweetheart I’ve got your location on my phone and I'm on my way towards you, ok?” He was trying to calm you down but he also seemed very stressed as well. 

“ok please hurry” Chris could hear you doing some breathing techniques you had learned in therapy, which made him very thankful for paying that therapy bill every session.

“You're gonna be okay, just stay on the phone with me please” he said in an attempt to comfort you.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, he finally pulled up to where you were. Chris sprinted out of his car looking for you, and once he found where you were sitting he ran over and gave you a big hug, accidentally startling you while doing so. 

“It's me, it's me! Calm down, it's just me” he soothed after noticing you jump out of fear before melting into his fatherly embrace. 

“I was so scared Dad! I didn't know what to do so I just ran” you were still very shaken up from the experience but being in your dad’s presence was very helpful towards calming you down. 

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe, it's gonna be okay”

You eventually were able to calm down thanks to the help of your dad, so the two of you made your way back to the safety of his car. 

Although the experience was very scary for you, you couldn't have been more grateful for your dad than you were at this moment. He's truly the best parent you could ask for. 

At this moment, Chris was thinking the exact same thing about you.

[cowsabungus]

Hello!! I was really moved by your wheelchair user guide. I have a character named Julian [pictured here] who I've always drawn as using prosthetics: a prosthetic left arm with an elbow joint, and a prosthetic right leg with a knee joint, and I'd never really thought before about the idea that he might be an ambulatory wheelchair user!

Drawing a wheelchair was rather intimidating, this was my first time doing so (and I used one of your references!!) but I did my best to stay consistent. Do you have any recommendations for material I could read/watch made by wheelchair users that would help me develop the way Julian would use a wheelchair further? He's a character in a webtoon I'm producing (he hasn't appeared yet) and I want to represent wheelchair users, ambulatory or otherwise, in an accurate way.

If you'd be open to answering a question, I'd love to hear your personal experience: As a person without a physical disability (is able-bodied an appropriate term?) what are some things I wouldn't know about the daily experience of a wheelchair user?

I'm nervous about overstepping, but I hope I've expressed that my curiosity here comes from a place of genuine intention. Thanks for taking the time to read this long ask ^^"

OOOOOOO I LOVEEEEEEE

This art is SOOO FREAKING COOL!!!!!!

Some random things would be:

- people on their phones not looking down and walking straight into you

- searching for drop kerbs to be able to cross the street

- hands getting sore when you first start using a wheelchair, from pushing the wheels

- random stupid ass questions and "jokes" (I have a few posts with examples, feel free to steal!!)

- cats sitting on your lap !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-rolling through dog poop and getting it on ur hands >:(

I hope that all helped!! I love the character, show me when you get some of your webcomic done!! <3

(ID: two line art illustration of the same character, with short hair and wearing a jacket. They are sitting in a manual wheelchair, and have a above the knee amputation. End of ID)

[orangesaek]

[8:51 pm]

you have just finished your work for the day when you received a text message from your boyfriend, haechan.

"babe, are you busy right now? i really want to talk to you. can you please give me a call as soon as you're able to?"

you wondered what was up because haechan wasn't exactly the type to send you a text message first before calling. and at a very polite tone at that. most days, he would just call you at any time he could, and you didn't mind it at all even when you're busy with work yourself. he's your boyfriend after all, and you're grateful enough that he always tried to squeeze you in his already very busy schedules.

after a few rings, he picks up the call. you were greeted with a low "hi baby". something was definitely up, as this wasn't the usual tone haechan greeted you with on the phone. either he's extremely tired, extremely stressed, or both.

"hey, babe. i just finished work. how was your day?" you asked. it took a few seconds before he could respond, which was definitely unusual.

"my day has been okay..." he paused. "i mean, it was decent but definitely not the best."

your suspicions were right. something's definitely up.

"did something happen? can you tell me about it?" you asked cautiously, afraid that he might find it uncomfortable to tell you everything that happened.

it felt as if haechan was trying to think of what to tell you because he couldn't respond as quickly as usual. it was definitely unlike him to stay quiet on the other line for a couple of seconds.

you heard him heave a deep sigh, and you could already imagine him running his fingers through his hair. like he was frustrated about something.

"do you think i'm... unattractive?" he finally spoke. what he said left you at a loss for words. so many things were running inside your head. lee haechan? the lee haechan? unattractive? what? how? where? it didn't make any sense to you at all.

on haechan's end, he was waiting nervously for your response. he was afraid that you would tell him that yes, he is unattractive. that yes, he is not worth all the love and support that he has now. that yes, he is worthless.

your eyes started to brim with tears. who was the motherfucker who triggered haechan to doubt himself like that? you, and so many others know he's far from unattractive. behind the childish behavior he shows to you and the rest of nct, is a man who is actually thoughtful, kind, and lovable.

"lee donghyuck," you finally said after a moment of thinking of the right words to say.

"you are not unattractive." you continued. "i don't know which dumbass told you otherwise, but i want you to remember that you are perfect, and that you are the most amazing man i have ever known."

"you really think so?" haechan asked. you could hear the slight doubt in his tone, but he didn't sound as down as he did earlier.

"yes, and it's a fact that i'm sure millions of your fans would agree with."

you couldn't see it, but haechan was starting to smile a little bit from what you said.

"thank you, babe. that meant a lot to me. but to be completely honest with you, i still don't feel like i'm back to my best self yet, but thank you."

you let out a quiet sigh. you understood that it wouldn't be that easy for him to move on from whatever happened.

"hyuck, it's okay to be not okay" you said. "but i hope you know that i love you for who you are no matter what, and that you are far from being unattractive."

haechan was starting to smile again, but what you said next made him smile even wider.

"i love you, and i'm thankful you were born. thank you for being born, lee donghyuck, my love."

with that, haechan's heart felt a lot lighter. he wasn't sure if he saved a nation in his past life to deserve this much love.

"thank you for choosing to love me, babe" he said, his tone starting to sound a lot better.

"so..." he trailed. "wanna know which dumbass you're gonna punch?"

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[chiskz]

drunk on... what?

𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: few days after announcing fake Seungmin and Chichi's relationship

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: sometimes only one thing can ease the pain.

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬: Chichi and Seungmin's Fake Relationship

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: being drunk, mentions of alcohol, irresponsible behaviour

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It was a warm night ... Or so it seemed to Chichi because of the amount of alcohol she drank.

She lost count after 3…4 bottles of soju. She never drank alone, but taking advantage of the day before Stray Kids' day off from any schedule, she visited her favorite small bar. It was so well hidden in an alley and so little known that anonymity was guaranteed more than anywhere else. She wanted to have a small drink while studying for finals, but the feelings of the last few days got the best of her and she immediately asked the waiter for a soju, and studying was forgotten faster than she expected. In fact, all she was doing was drinking, scrolling through photos on her phone. After that, all she did was cry alternately with drinking, and then her mood was changing like in a kaleidoscope. She probably would have stayed until the morning because she would have passed out while drinking, if the kind bartender hadn't escorted her to the exit - it wasn't an all-night bar, it closed around 3 am. He ordered a taxi for her. She also remembered, despite the amount of alcohol she had drunk, not to give the taxi driver her real address - she gave an address 3 streets away from dorms.

She arrived at the dorm in a really bubbly mood, with shoes in her hand, even though she wasn't even wearing high heels, so why had she taken them off in the first place? She giggled to herself as she struggled open the door and stumbled slightly into the hallway. Everything was supposed to be done quietly, but she wasn't able to finish this plan, because in the kitchen, with the light on, all the residents of the dorm - Minho, Seungmin, Jeongin and Felix - were waiting for her. The two youngest members were walking around the living room, separated from the kitchen by a kitchen island, while Felix and Minho were sitting at the table. All four looked at her and immediately surrounded her.

"Where have you been?!"

"We lied to Chan that you were back so he wouldn't call the police!"

"We called but your phone was off, are you crazy?!"

"You're drunk!"

Words of concern directed at her only caused Chichi even more noise in her head. She could have sworn she didn't even recognize all the voices talking to her. She giggled weakly, leaning against the wall of the corridor.

"My phone is... I think it's discharged." She mumbled as she slowly pulled it out of her bag. Indeed it was.

Jeongin looked the most concerned, even stressed out of the whole situation. Minho, however, looked at Chichi with a reproachful, fatherly gaze, even though she was the older one.

"Who were you drinking with?"

In response, Chichi laughed again. She slowly showed Minho one finger.

“Alone… Alone, alone, only me! I've been alone all my life, so I was now too."

"You need to lie down." Felix stated matter-of-factly. "What got into you today?" He asked quietly, but surprisingly there was no judging or reproach in his voice. He was genuinely sad. "What if something happened to you? You haven't even told anyone where you are..."

"But I'm fine!" She called out finally reaching the kitchen. "Devils don't take evil ones, do they?"

"Stop it." Seungmin whispered and took her arm. "I'll take care of her."

"But you don't need to worry about me! Everything is fine!"

"Yeah? I would not tell."

The rest of members made place for Seungmin as he carried Chichi to her room in his arms otherwise she wouldn't go with him. He put her on the bed, but the problems with her continued. Chichi started waving her arms and legs.

"I hate this world, I hate myself, I want to run away, Seungmoooo pack my bags!" She screamed every now and then, even as Seungmin took off her jeans, replacing them with pajama shorts. He covered her with her weighted blanket, and only then did she quiet down a bit. The singer looked at her, turning on the bedside lamp for a moment. He already knew why she went silent..

Her eyes were covered by her forearm, but tears were easily visible on cheeks. She cried soundlessly, but her shoulders trembled. Seungmin sat on the edge of bed and his gaze softened. At first he'd been as nervous as the rest because her behavior was extremely irresponsible, but now? Now he knew she had a reason, he just had to find out what. He placed his hand slowly on her blanket.

"Ichichi. What's going on?"

Seungmin didn't get an answer quickly. It took her a long time to calm down enough to form meaningful sentences, and the amount of alcohol still circulating in her body didn't make things any easier, but it certainly gave her courage.

"Seungmin..." She started quietly. Her voice broke twice during pronunciation of such a short word. "What should I do? Why does it hurt so much?"

"What hurts?" He asked, though deep down he knew the answer.

Chichi's well-being was getting worse day by day since they agreed to pretend to be a couple. He knew deep down she didn't want it, but he hadn't expected it to hit her so hard.

"Ichichi, what hurts? If you're not honest with me, and above all with yourself, just once, the pain will only increase."

Ichi finally moved her hand away from her face, looking at her friend with moist and already slightly swollen eyes.

“Seungmin… I really love him. I love him so damn much... And that hurts."

•••

The next day, Ichi woke up in the middle of the day with a huge headache. Well, maybe it wasn't exactly ache, but a numbness that made her unable to understand her current situation for a long time. Little by little, she finally came to the order of the events. She went to drink, came back, fell asleep. Well, this sequence of events was definitely lame, but Ichi really couldn't remember anything else. She only checked her phone, but found nothing suspicious except for reasonable-looking payments in the banking app, for alcohol bought at the bar, and for a taxi. So she hadn't done anything stupid, at least that much.

With difficulty, she finally pushed herself out of bed into a sitting position, carelessly brushing her messy hair back from her face. She put the phone on the nightstand and only now noticed a small breakfast on a plate, aspirin, water from an oblong glass and a white sheet folded in half. So had she done something wrong? No, then she wouldn't have had such a nice breakfast… She took the sheet slowly, though she doubted her current ability to read. She squinted her eyes and opened them several times, sharpening her vision.

"I know you love him. Life in show business is not conducive to people like you and him, it will only be difficult for you. Still, I believe in you. You both can always count on me, no matter what you decide. Remember, after every rain always comes a rainbow.

Seungmin."

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[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Faeries in the City

Virgil and Roman return from their completely normal and totally unmagical hike in the forest. Only difference if the faerie they seem to have in tow.

But despite Virgil's hesitations and Patton's worries, Deceit's presence in their lives only seems to make things better.

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Second Part to Faeries in the Forest | Ao3 | Third Part

Warnings: A panic attack, OC being an asshole.

Pairings: pre-established Prinxity, implied anaroceit (as a note nothing is actually said straight up, but these are the intended ships)

Word Count: 6060

Note:

hooo boyy this one's been sat in my drafts for - what was that? seven months? can't be! I wouldn't let a fic sit around for that long... hehe... he... totally not-

But! here's the promised second part, finally, I've added it to a series on ao3 instead of making it a second chapter, just because I felt more comfortable doing it this way, but the first part should probably be read for this to make sense!

Please leave me comments and lemme know what you think! I really appreciate it :)

Otherwise, happy reading!

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“I am not getting in that thing,” Deceit protested the moment he saw the taxi pull up, “Big metal death trap-”

“Well if we want to get back to the city this is the only way we’ve got,” Virgil said, giving both Deceit and Roman a look as he climbed into the back seat of the cab, “Unless you want to walk for two more days?”

“Definitely not,” Roman huffed, “I’ve had enough of walking for a lifetime.”

Deceit still looked slightly apprehensive, before scratching his nose and throwing himself through the open door and pushing himself up against Virgil on the seat, he couldn’t help a chuckle as he patted Deceits arm in sympathy. 

“Hey- everything ok?”

“The metal makes me itch,” Deceit said with a glare at the car, “It’s not pure iron, but…”

“No, and it’s all padded in here, see?” Virgil said, taking one of Deceit’s hands and placing it against the seat Roman had yet to climb into, the faerie nodded.

Deceit sighed, “I see… this is… tolerable.” 

“Princey, you coming?” Virgil called, catching Roman’s attention.

“Yeah yeah- just trying to work out my card details so we can pay for this thing,” He shook his head, before climbing into the car and knocking his shoulder against Deceit’s. Virgil thought that, strangely, it was an odd parallel to the situation they had been in the day before. 

“Where’re you kids going then?” The driver turned to ask, Virgil quickly rattled off the address of their apartment building and they began to speed off down the empty, dusty road. 

“Oh god,” Roman said as he stared at his phone, “Pat and Lo have been going insane with text messages….”

“We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do…” Virgil sighed.

“I’m sure you two wonderful mortals will be able to talk your way out of this situation.”

“Oh yes,” Virgil said, waving a hand as his voice dripped with sarcasm, while Roman muttered a quiet 'rude', “Sorry we went missing, we got lost and ended up bringing home a faerie-”

“Perhaps it would simply be in our best interest to not mention my differences, hm?” Deceit pointed out, “It may cause some… panic."

“I doubt it,” Roman shrugged, “Lo absolutely wouldn’t believe us if we said you were a faerie and Pat would be absolutely delighted.”

“If you say so, my prince,” Deceit said, picking up Roman’s hand and kissing his knuckles all while looking up at him with a smirk. Roman blushed red to the tips of his ears.

“You can’t- you can’t use my name like that!” Roman cried indignantly, “That’s not fair!”

“I think it’s very fair,” Deceit grinned, leaning a little closer to Roman in the backseat, Virgil snorted, “You can’t give me a name like Prince and expect me not to use it, can you?”

The rest of the taxi drive was spent in this way, with lighthearted back and forths- mainly between Roman and Deceit but Virgil interjected every now and then as well- until they began to get back into the city proper. It was only when they drove past a Starbucks that Virgil remembered…

“Shit! I was supposed to be working this afternoon,” Virgil said, before groaning, “They’re gonna kill me if I call off again.”

“Not if I kill them first,” Deceit said, with full sincerity, because he wouldn’t have been able to say it otherwise.

“Deceit, you don’t even know who ‘they’ are,” Virgil reasoned, “And even if you did? No murdering anyone.”

“Not even just a little bit?” Deceit asked, though he was smirking.

“No! No murder!” Virgil cried, “I’ll just… see if I can lie my way out of the shift… I can’t go and work for eight hours after all this.”

“Eight hours, really?” Deceit asked, the frown so out of place on his face, “What do they make you do for so long?”

“Uhh.. usually I’ll stand behind the bar and make coffee for people or take orders?” Virgil said with a shrug, “That or cleaning.”

“That sounds simply awful,” Deceit shook his head, “Where do you find the time to do the things you enjoy?”

“Well uh…” Virgil said, thinking for a moment, “I guess I just- don’t, usually? Uni takes up a lot of time and then there’s work and then time for sleeping… I guess I don’t have much time to myself.”

“Have you ever stopped to consider that perhaps your busy schedule that allows no time for you to enjoy your life or take care of yourself may not be helping with your anxiety?” Deceit asked, “Feel free to correct me if I’m being presumptuous, but darling, that schedule really doesn’t sound healthy.”

“No I- I suppose it isn’t,” Virgil said, before shrugging, “But there’s not much I can really do about it, so there’s no point on dwelling on it.” 

“Oh, V, sweetheart,” Deceit said with a sickly sweet smile, it made Virgil think the faerie was going to do something he didn’t approve of, “There is always a way out of a bad situation, sometimes you simply must search a little harder for it.”

—-

Their cab pulled up outside their apartment building ten minutes later and Roman helped Deceit out of the car with such an extravagant bow that had Virgil seriously struggling to contain a fit of giggles. That was until a streak of blue practically knocked Roman off of his feet, causing Deceit to take a startled step back and turn to Virgil, who was just getting out of the car.

“Oh my gosh, kiddo!” The blue streak cried, ah, it was Patton, “We were so worried when you didn’t show up to the lecture this morning! And then you never answered my texts and- oh I was so worried! Are you hurt? Did anything bad happen?”

“Pat, please, I’m fine!” Roman brushed him off with a laugh, though Patton insisted on checking him over for injuries while Deceit and Virgil stood awkwardly off to the side. 

“C’mon,” Virgil mumbled, taking hold of Deceit’s hand and gently tugging him towards the door, “Princey’s gonna be stuck there for a while.”

“Don’t think you’re getting away easily!” Patton cried, whirling around just as the pair were almost through the door, Virgil muttered a quiet curse, “Virge! C’mon! Not even a hello?”

“No names,” Virgil said immediately, though he almost felt bad when Patton stopped in his tracks.

“O-oh! Sorry Kiddo,” He said, fidgeting awkwardly as Virgil took a deep breath to relax, “But- but anyway, are you doing ok? Who’s your new friend?”

“You may call me Deceit,” He said, bowing. Patton giggled.

“Deceit? Interesting name, kiddo! I’m Patton.”

“I said no names! ” Virgil hissed, though it was a little too late to that, Virgil had felt Deceit shiver when Patton had said his name, Virgil almost flinched when he saw Deceit lick his lips. 

“I knew this would be… different… from the environment I’m used to,” Deceit said slowly, “But I didn’t quite expect your friends to be so forthcoming with information so powerful, V.”

“Wait- wha- what do you mean?” Patton asked, stepping back a little, “Did I do something wrong-? I didn’t mean-”

“It’s alright, flower,” Deceit said with a smile Virgil was pretty sure wasn’t supposed to be as threatening as it ended up being, “Nothing is wrong, V is simply worrying for your wellbeing.”

“O-oh-?” Patton asked, confused and worried until Roman came over.

“Hey! Pat! How about we go inside and get some coffee and open that packet of cookies, huh?” Roman suggested, shooting a worried glance at Virgil and Deceit. Patton was more than happy to go with Roman in order to escape the awkwardness, as soon as they were left alone Virgil turned to Deceit, but the faerie spoke first.

“I haven’t had a mortal give me their name so willingly in centuries,” Deceit commented, licking his lips again, “Your friend tastes like chocolate and fresh bread,”

“...Please don’t hurt him,” Virgil said, holding his other arm a little too tight, Deceit had been nice to them so far, but Virgil could never be too sure now that he had one of their names, it was only a matter of time before he gained other’s too, “Y'know- he means a lot to Princey.”

“And he seems to worry a lot, just like you, sweetheart,” Deceit said, gently prying away the hand that had been starting to grip his other arm a little too tightly- Virgil realised after Deceit had made him let go that it had been starting to hurt, “I will not hurt your friends, even if they give me their names, nor will I hurt you and your Prince.”

“Didn’t I say he’s not my-” Virgil paused, looking at the hand that Deceit was now holding. The faerie was rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of Virgil’s hand and the calming sensation made him feel like melting into a puddle at Deceit’s feet, “Whatever, come on… they’ll be waiting for us.”

"Okay," Deceit said, before smirking, "Virge."

Virgil blushed, though he smirked back, and pulled Deceit towards the building, "Not that easy, that's a nickname."

"Darn, and I really thought I had you." 

—-

As they approached the door to Virgil and Roman’s apartment, Deceit sneezed, reminding Virgil of yet another problem. The protection charms and wards he had so thoroughly placed around their apartment would ward off any unwanted fae attention no problem, but even if inviting Deceit into their home would negate most if not all of his wards, they had enough iron and physical deterrents up around the house to ward off any fae regardless. Virgil realised he would definitely have to do a quick tidy before Deceit could even think about coming in.

“I forgot about this…” Virgil grumbled as he opened the door and reached up to remove the horseshoe he had placed so carefully above the doorframe, “I might have to um… clean up a little before you can comfortably come in… is that ok?”

“For a short time, I’m happy to remain out here,” Deceit said with a small smile, “But if you leave me out here for too long, your friend may begin to get suspicious.”

“I think Patton is already suspicious,” Virgil reasoned. Deceit shrugged.

“Point conceded,” He shrugged, “Please get that cursed metal away from me now.”

“Oh, right,” Virgil realised he was still holding the horseshoe,”I’ll be right back.”

Over the next five minutes, Virgil made his way through their apartment like a hurricane, grabbing the iron nails he had set out so neatly- and would usually get very upset about when moved- as well as three more horseshoes and some other small iron nicknacks that he had placed strategically around the house and dumping them all into a bucket which he hid in the back of the wardrobe in his bedroom. 

“...You ok, kiddo?” Patton asked slowly as Virgil collected up the cast iron skillet- the only pan they had that wasn’t steel- from the kitchen, “You’re usually so careful with your iron thingies-”

“Yeah well,” Virgil said as he shoved the skillet into the back of a cupboard, “Things change.”

“Not like this kiddo-” Patton tried to reason, “Not this quickly.”

“Coffee’s ready!” Roman called as the pot finished filtering the heavenly bean juice that he’d been making up for the lack of with pure adrenaline today.

“Pour me a cup,” Virgil called, “You know how I like it!”

“Yessir!” Roman called back as Virgil headed back to the front door and poked his head out. Glancing around he found Deceit leaning against the wall inspecting his nails in a way that could only look classy despite him wearing gloves and not actually being able to see his nails.

“Um,” Virgil started, intelligently, “I think I got rid of most of the iron, you can bypass the wards as long as I welcome you, right?”

“That is indeed how it works,” Deceit nodded, pushing himself off the wall and coming to stand in the doorway.

“Then- er- welcome?” Virgil said, gesturing for Deceit to come in, “Come on in?”

“Why thank you, V,” Deceit bowed his head before walking inside and looking around at their- frankly very plain- apartment, “It’s not very… nice, is it? How do you live in a place like this? Where’s the clutter, the decoration? Anything at all?”

“The landlord is pretty strict about what we can do to the place…” Virgil said sheepishly, “We would’ve made it more homely if we had the chance, but we don’t actually own this place, we’re just living here while we study…”

“How are you supposed to be happy in a place so distant and impersonal, do mortals no longer care for joy?”

“No I… guess not? Well- we do, it’s just… difficult with everything that gets forced on us by like- society.”

“Then why don’t you leave?” Deceit asked, tilting his head in a way that, to Virgil, seemed so genuine.

“Where would we go?” Virgil asked, a little sadly, “Everywhere is the same nowadays, and besides- I can barely live without my morning coffee, let alone fending for myself.”

Speaking of coffee, it was at that moment that Roman appeared next to them and handed Virgil a coffee which he drank gratefully despite it still not being cool enough to drink quite yet. 

"Hey, you ok?" Roman asked Deceit, "V was very careful about placing all that iron, you know." 

"Princey, don’t be mean,” Virgil shook his head, “He couldn’t come in the house with it all over like that.”

“I cannot be blamed for my natural aversion to iron,” Deceit said, “But I am sorry to have indirectly undone all of your hard work, V.”

“Do you have allergies?” Patton asked, walking into the room.

“There are a few things in particular that I cannot be around,” He answered, turning to face Patton, who had a mug in each hand, he passed one to Roman.

“Oh!” Pattons said with a smile that seemed a little forced, Virgil winced, he didn’t mean to make Roman’s friend uncomfortable, “Me too! Well, not a lot of things, I’m just allergic to pollen, did you want a drink by the way? I forgot to ask? And also I should probably know what you’re allergic to so that I don’t accidentally kill you or something I really wouldn’t want to-”

“Pat,” Roman said, tapping his arm gently, “You’re rambling.”

“It’s alright darling,” Deceit said, looking away a little, “If you’re offering, I’ll have tea- preferably herbal- and I have an aversion to red berries and salt, plus I’d rather not drink any honey.”

“Alright!” Patton squeaked, before scampering off down the hall back to the kitchen, Deceit looked back at Virgil and Roman, seeming conflicted.

“He’s… scared of me,” Deceit commented, it wasn’t a question, so Roman just shrugged.

“I think so,” Roman said, “He can be pretty hard to read sometimes.”

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Virgil sighed, “I don’t think there’s much we can-”

Deceit jumped when Virgil’s phone rang, cutting him off mid-sentence. He shot an apologetic look at the faerie and pulled it out of his pocket before cursing loudly when he read the name on the screen.

“Fuck!” Virgil yelled as he stared at the phone- he should pick it up, but for some reason he couldn’t move, he really really needed to pick it up- “That’s- that’s my boss- I forgot to call- shit, shit-”

“V, darling,” Deceit said, calmly plucking the phone from his hand. Virgil looked up, and the faerie smirked, before taking his hand and doing the same thing he had done downstairs, rubbing circles with his thumb.

And then he answered the call. Of course it was only in character that Roman immediately darted forward and pressed the button to put it on speaker. Virgil stared in shock.

“Hello? Am I speaking to V?” Said the voice on the phone.

“You’re really registered with your work as V?” Roman whispered to Virgil, he shrugged.

“Never hurts to be safe,” Virgil whispered back, before looking back at Deceit, who smirked.

“Unfortunately for you, no you are not,” The faerie said.

“Can I talk to him? This is his number- right-” There was a little bit of rustling on the other end of the line, Deceit raised an eyebrow at them both, Roman covered his mouth with a hand as if he was already attempting to contain laughter, “-Yes definitely, alright, who exactly am I speaking to?”

“You can call me Dee,” Deceit said, “I am an associate of V’s.”

“Ok great, do you think I could talk to him?”

“No I do not." 

“It is highly unprofessional of him to not be answering his phone when he was supposed to be here for his shift five minutes ago,” Virgil’s boss explained quite harshly, “And I would like to speak with him to enquire where exactly he is and why he isn’t serving coffee right now.”

“If you are going to speak with anyone, it will be me, he will not be talking to you,” Deceit fired back.

“And why is that?” The boss answered, her tone scathing, “Is he too lazy to come to the phone, just like he’s too lazy to come into work on time?”

Deceit’s eyebrow twitched, Virgil almost missed it.

“And if he was, what would you do about it?” Deceit asked slowly.

“Well I- It would be grounds for a disciplinary-”

“Which would entail…?”

“Likely a written warning, since V has already had multiple verbal warnings, possibly a pay-cut if he continues to underperform.” 

Virgil went pale and Roman quickly took his other hand, both of them were watching as Deceit’s frown deepened slightly.

“Would this course of action change if I told you that he had been considered missing by friends and possibly his place of schooling until earlier this morning?” Deceit asked, “Would you redact your disciplinary then?”

“Well he’s back now, is he not? So he should be able to come into work, if he were still missing then maybe an allowance would be made, but you’ve implied that he has since returned.”

“And I suppose in your opinion that means that despite the fact that he’s been lost in a forest for a day and a half, is likely completely exhausted from that experience and hasn’t even eaten a proper meal since midday yesterday, he is still in fit condition to come into your shop and serve drinks or mop floors for the next eight hours?”

“I-”

“In light of circumstances, V will not be coming in for his shift today,” Deceit said to the box, scowling, “And if you happen to decide that he still requires this disciplinary thing, you will be facing some very bad luck.”

“You’re threatening me? What the hell can you do? You’re just some guy,” The boss said, they could hear her rolling her eyes through the phone “You don’t even know my name.”

“What’s her name?” Deceit mouthed at Virgil, covering the phone with hand, Virgil smiled.

“Karen Connard,” Virgil whispered back, Deceit smirked.

“You are Karen Connard,” Deceit repeated, “And trust me, darling, I can do many things the likes of which you have no idea.”

Virgil shivered, the way Deceit had used the same pet name he had been using for them but somehow made it sound so sinister and condescending towards Karen, when to him it only seemed to make him feel safer. Virgil wondered if this was something any fae could do, or was it just Deceit?

They heard Karen take a deep breath on the other end of the phone, before she finally spoke, “If you continue to threaten me I will have no choice but to call the police-”

“Oh boo-hoo, I threatened you with bad luck! How scary!” Deceit mocked, Roman had to clamp a hand over his mouth, “As though any human was capable of bestowing bad luck.”

“I- well- you implied-”

“You have absolutely no idea what I implied, in fact you know nothing about me,” Deceit cut her off, “Now, V will not be coming in for this shift, nor will he be receiving any kind of backlash for taking care of himself, do you understand?”

“Fine,” She said through gritted teeth, “This conversation is over.”

It seemed as though she slammed the phone down, but they never would know. As soon as the call cut off, Roman broke out into howling laughter, doubling over as he tried to control his wheezing. Deceit patted him on the back before handing the phone back to Virgil and leaning in closer to the stunned mortal.

“When is your next shift, sweetheart?” Deceit asked, Virgil thought for a second.

“Um, tomorrow, afternoon- uh- I think,” Virgil mumbled.

“If she gives you any trouble at all let me know, alright?” Deceit said, before swiftly pressing a kiss to Virgil’s forehead and turning away as Virgil went bright red, “She’ll be waking up to spoilt milk for weeks if I have my way.”

Virgil took his hand and Deceit turned back, “Thank you… for that- I- I don’t think I would’ve been able to do that.” 

—-

“What on earth happened?” Patton asked as he held out a cup of chamomile tea to Deceit (it was the only herbal tea they had in the house), “I heard you talking and- and now Roman won’t stop laughing.”

“Nothing to worry about, I assure you,” Deceit told him, before sipping the tea and humming contently as he leant against the counter.

“My boss just called,” Virgil shrugged.

“Oh no!” Patton cried, moving forward to fret over Virgil, who valiantly defended against his attempts at worrying, “What did she do this time, is everything ok?”

“This is a regular occurrence?” Deceit asked, his tone a little darker than he probably intended, Patton jumped and turned.

“Um- yeah… Vi- um- V’s boss is kinda known for giving the employees a hard time…” Patton mumbled, “I try and bring them in donuts when I can- because I work next door in the Dunkin’ Donuts there, but she’s a really um- a really mean person.”

“Hexing her is becoming increasingly desirable,” Deceit muttered.

“Uh- what was that, kiddo? Sorry I didn’t quite catch it.”

“I said that hexing her is becoming increasingly desirable,” He repeated and Virgil shook his head, “Also… ‘kiddo’?”

“Do what you want to her, no-one there likes her,” Virgil huffed.

“She probably deserves it,” Roman nodded.

“Hold on- hold on a second!” Patton cut in, “Since when were we talking about- hexing people! Are you like- some kind of witch or something? I mean- I know someone who practises witchcraft who shares my major but I didn’t think you could actually- y’know- curse people.”

“Hex,” Deceit corrected immediately, “And no, I am not a witch, however I do know magic.”

“Woah…” Patton mumbled.

“I thought we were keeping this a secret,” Roman said, his eyebrows pulled together in genuine confusion, Virgil shrugged, they had agreed.

“It should be quite obvious that it could be difficult for me to keep a secret,”  Deceit raised an eyebrow at the pair of them.

“Why’s that?” Patton asked, looking between them, “I’m feeling wayyy out of the loop here guys.”

“I cannot lie,” Deceit shrugged, “So secret keeping is not particularly a strong suit of mine.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t be,” Patton laughed awkwardly, “You know what, you guys can uh- keep your secrets- anyway, um- sorry for eavesdropping, but I heard that you guys- you guys haven't eaten? Is that right?”

Roman’s laughter died out as Virgil realised they were right. They hadn’t eaten a proper meal since lunch yesterday. He was only just now realising how hungry he actually was. Virgil sighed and nodded.

“Good! I mean, not good, but you must be hungry!” Patton said with a firm nod, “How about- and you’re welcome to say no if you’d prefer to stay in- we go out to that one diner for dinner? I could invite Logan too since he’s been really worried about you both, a-and of course you can come too, Deceit, if- um- if you're sticking around?" 

“That would be wonderful,” Roman grinned, pulling Patton into a side hug before Virgil could protest the idea. He sighed, resigning himself. Deceit put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“I would gladly accompany you,” Deceit said with a small nod.

“Alright! Great! Let’s go, I’ll call Logan on the way,” Patton said, rushing down the hallway and opening the door and holding it for the others to file out.

—-

Deceit went with Virgil to the Starbucks where he worked the next day. Virgil had told him that he really didn’t need to come, it would probably be more interesting for him if he went with Roman to his rehearsal or even went with Patton and Logan to the library (though Virgil could understand why he’d decline that one, Patton still didn’t seem to like him much). He still didn’t understand why that meant Deceit had to come with him to sit in Starbucks for five hours, though. It must be terribly boring.

Somehow, though, Deceit didn’t seem bored in the slightest. He sat in the corner by the window and the one plant they had in the shop and for most of the time he had leant back in his chair and observed the cafe. Virgil found multiple times when he looked over that Deceit was staring back at him, other times he was looking around, eavesdropping on other patrons’ conversations or people watching out of the window. 

It was just his luck, though, that the moment Karen appeared from the back, Virgil happened to knock over the pot of chocolate powder they used to dust some of the drinks, spilling the stuff all over the floor behind the counter. His co-worker had gasped, before immediately turning away to continue serving the customer in front of her. He didn’t blame her, he probably would’ve done the same to avoid Karen’s wraith. 

“V!” She hissed, as expected, appearing at the side of the bar, “What have you done?”

"Oh um-" Virgil said, trying to hide his flinch, "I knocked over the pot- um, I'll clear it up right now-" 

"You better," she snapped, "after yesterday's fiasco and all the other problems you keep causing me, you should be thankful I haven't fired you by now."

"I didn't mean-" 

"I'm sure you didn't," she snapped again, making Virgil flinch properly this time.

"I swear, ma'am, I didn't mean to knock it over I just-" 

"I don't want to hear your excuses, V." She said, about to open her mouth again before she was interrupted.

"Excuse me," Virgil thought he might actually need to kiss Deceit when this is over, thank goodness he was here, "Something is happening here?" 

"Of course not!" Karen said, plastering that sweet customer service smile over her scowl as she turned to face him, "Just smoothing over an incident, no worries!" 

Deceit frowned, Virgil thought it was interesting, the way Deceit has glamoured himself to look more human, the scales replaced by skin, his ears becoming more rounded and hair losing the flowers. Virgil honestly preferred Deceit's regular look. 

"Really? From over there it looked like you were harassing an employee for something that was quite obviously an accident," Deceit said, raising an eyebrow. 

"Of course not!" She said with an awkwardly fake laugh, "Really, nothing you should be concerned about, V is just a bit of a troublemaker, after all." 

"You think he's a troublemaker?" Deceit asked. 

"Well of course, he often messed up orders on purpose, spills things, puts things in the wrong places you know, makes excuses to skip shifts, the usual," Karen said, obviously assuming that Deceit was on her side. 

"Of course, and you believe that none of that could possibly have been an accident?" Deceit said, Karen frowned now.

"I mean- of course he did it on purpose! Look at him!" 

Virgil shrank back a little bit, he wasn't wearing his hoodie right now and without that blanket of safety felt far too exposed even in his long sleeved turtleneck. He knew what Karen thought about 'people like him'- with dyed hair and piercings and dark make-up. He felt a little like crawling into a hole and dying.

"I see nothing wrong with him," Deceit said and oh hey kissing him was seeming even more of a valid option by the second. 

Karen seemed stunned for a second, Virgil could guess that she assumed her opinion was universal. How sad for her.

"Well- I- " She started, "Look, I'm the manager here, I think I know my employees better than you do, I don't want to argue with you." 

"And I don't want you to harass V," Deceit countered, "Surely you should be kinder to your staff?" 

"What? Of course not! If I'm too lenient with them these slip ups will keep continuing." Karen explained, crossing her arms.

"Surely you shouldn't be arguing about your mistreatment of staff with a customer?" Deceit said, raising an eyebrow. Karen seemed to suddenly realise where she was and simply huffed, turning her nose up at him and turning back to Virgil.

"See to it this gets cleaned up," She said harshly, "now." 

"Yes ma'am," Virgil choked out and thank goodness she walked away after that, back out the door. Deceit leaned over the counter and, after looking around to make sure no one was looking, flicked his hand to get rid of the spilt chocolate without a trace. 

"You are amazing," Virgil breathed, putting a hand over his racing heart and trying to calm down, "I- I'm really grateful to you for doing that - um - I don't have much to give in return, but I'll buy you a drink?" 

Deceit leant on the counter, reaching over and poking his hand with a small smile, "Whilst that would be lovely, you should calm yourself down first, okay?"

"Right, yeah, I can- I can-" Virgil tried to take deep breaths, pressing one hand to his chest whilst he flapped the other hand back and forth in front of him. 

"Hey V? You good?" His coworker asked from where she was now serving a new customer, "deep breaths, 4, 6, 8, remember? You can go out back for a little while if you want, I think I've got this handled for now."

Virgil tried to focus on counting his breaths for a moment before nodding, "Thank you…"

"May I join you?" Deceit asked, Virgil nodded and made his way around the counter, leading Deceit through the staff only door and back to the break room. Deceit, obviously, wasn't supposed to be back here, but as he was pulled into a tight, grounding hug the moment he closed the door, he thought that he really didn't care.

—-

Roman and Deceit were scheming.

Virgil knew this, because the moment he walked into the kitchen both of them looked at him, wearing weirdly guilty expressions. After Deceit had assured him they weren't talking shit about him, he could only be left to assume that they were scheming. 

Which, frankly, terrified him. 

He wondered if it had anything to do with how Karen had called him the next morning and informed him that the Starbucks would be closed for personal, undisclosed reasons and thus he wasn't needed for the week. He'd panicked at first until she'd tacked on that he'd still get paid since this was a management issue and… well that was weird.

Which is why he thought that Roman and Deceit's schemes probably had something to do with it, because Karen wouldn't do that in a billion years. He wasn't even sure paid leave was a thing Starbucks employees could get. 

Regardless, he had a free week - other than his uni work, which he could do from home anyway - during which both Roman and Deceit had made a mission of getting him to relax. Deceit hung around even whilst Roman had to go out to the theatre for rehearsals or to campus for his lectures and classes, making sure Virgil was relaxing. Virgil wasn’t used to this, he’d never had someone… look after him, before, and he wasn’t sick or anything but - it was really nice to finally have a break. 

“Not to seem rude,” Roman spoke up on the third evening of Virgil’s forced relaxation, they were watching movies, the three of them squished together on their two person sofa, “Because I really don’t mean this negatively, but… I couldn’t help but wonder, Deceit, why are you… still here?”

Deceit turned to look at Roman from Virgil’s other side, and for the first time in that week Virgil felt the stab of fear that had always accompanied the idea of the fae poke through his ribs again. He trusted Deceit - mostly - but he still.. Hadn’t know him long enough to know what was safe to say, Roman’s statement was definitely toeing it.

“Because I want to be,” Deceit answered slowly, “And because I believed the two of you didn’t mind me being here, but if I was wrong I will gladly leave you both alone.”

“No wait that’s- that’s not what I meant,” Roman rushed to clarify, “I’m just- worried, I guess, you’ve been here for a while - isn’t anyone going to notice that you’re missing? Or- is there no-one you’d want to get back home to?”

“I highly doubt anyone will miss me,” Deceit waved him off, “And even if they would, I’d have for more time before they came looking anyway.”

“...How so?” Roman asked, now completely ignoring the film they had put on.

“Time works differently in fairyland,” Deceit explained, “You could think of it like… two rivers running side by side, one is this realm, in which time flows steadily, the other is fairyland in which, in comparison, the flow of time changes, while your river is calm and steady, ours is more like a mix of rapids and fast currents, If you were to enter fairyland and return here, you would have travelled further down the river than you would have if you had remained here - how much depends on many factors, you could spend a day in Fairy and come back to find a week has passed, or find that it has really been two-hundred years.”

“I- woah, that’s,” Roman said, face screwing up as he attempted to comprehend that, “That- my head hurts.”

Deceit laughed, “What I’m trying to say is: due to the fairly short time i’ve been here, it is unlikely that more than half a day has passed in Fairyland.”

“And- you’re sure no-one will miss you if you stay?” Roman asked, sounding worried, Virgil felt Deceit tense against his side. 

“You don’t have to answer that,” Virgil mumbled, “Princey’s just being nosey.”

“No, I don’t,” Deceit answered, before taking a deep breath, “But I will: No, Roman, I highly doubt many will care that I’m gone, and even if they do, finding me will not be their top priority for a while.”

“Oh…” Roman said, “And um, you’re sure you okay sleeping on our couch?”

“I’ve already assured you it’s fine,” Deceit answered, Virgil saw his smile and relaxed a little more, “A downgrade from what I’m used to, but it’s alright, I’ll cope.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” Deceit said reaching over Virgil to pat Roman’s hand, “Now shush, I want to see what happens to the moving picture boy and his dragon.”

“Sorry,” Roman snorted, “I forgot you hadn’t seen this before.”

They fell quiet after that and Virgil relaxed fully into both of their warmth as the film ended and Roman put another one on - Frozen, this time, since Deceit seemed to be enjoying the animated ones more than the live action (they were far less confusing, apparently). 

Virgil fell asleep before the end, though, wrapped up in the warmth of Deceit’s arm around him and Roman curled up at his side, he doubted either of them saw the end either. 

Well, at least Roman would be happy that they needed to watch it again in the morning, Virgil thought as he finally drifted off into warm, safe sleep.

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[im-yn-suckers]

cupids arrows; karma kicked her in the butt

pairing- not exactly enemies to lovers but along those lines. idol niki x idol fem reader park y/n (jays baby sister) (debuts in gg)

warnings- fake friends, idk how kpop auditions work so bear with me, light swearing, lmk what else

wow, proofread this time

synopsis- flashback as jay's younger sister in school, you and your friend decided to audition for hybe at the age of 14. when you pass and she doesn't, you get selected to join a survival show. when your and the one member younger than you debut and you don't, you are announced as the 8th member of enhypen. how does getting cheated on benefit the fact that you and niki aren't very fond of each other?

chapter one; karma kicked her in the butt

masterlist -> next

"we should audition!!" you screamed as you showed your friend, I-jun, your phone screen. displaying the announcement from hybe saying they're looking for people to audition for their new girl group.

''sure. why not? after school on monday we'll go" she said from her spot on your bed. she was sleeping over and it was a friday night. enhypen just debuted and everyone at school called you 'not-so-famous park kid'. how motivating.

you texted your boyfriend telling him all about it. he was the best boyfriend ever.

~

monday after school, you and I-jun walk over to the hybe building and wait in line. there was a crowd of about 40 when you two got there. the line got to about 100 people by the time it was I-jun's turn.

"Hello! my name is Hwang I-jun. i am 14 years old and hope to be able to work with you in the future." she introduced herself to the judges and began to sand a song in english, korean and danced. her vocals were good, they were stable but her dancing was something she could work on. she wasn't bad, but her vocals were very shaky when dancing.

"next!"

"hello, I am park y/n. i am 14 years old and i hope to become and idol just like my older brother." your vocals were like honey and your rap was so good. you had precision in your dance and nothing was wrong.

the other people lined up did their auditions and the judges went to the waiting room. they announced who passed the first audition.

"Ae-sol, Kim. Jin-sol Park, Y/n Park, Sook Lim, and, Eun Jung! Please fill out this form and give we will update you on when the next audition is within the next week or so. otherwise, you may go home! thank you!" you stood with your mouth open in shock and you felt I-jun's eyes on you.

"good job y/n. you did good, i should have practiced like you told me too. i guess i was just being a shit-head" she said, almost forcing herself to.

on the walk home, you were still in disbelief. you enjoyed the evening breeze and walked I-jun home. she was never that rude.

''don't you think one famous kid is enough? like why two? to brag? i mean, he's not that famous. he'll probably flop and end up disbanding" she was obviously jealous that you passed and she didn't. it was uncalled for and unnecessary for her to say that about jay

"i don't know but anyway, see you tomorrow at school. study for bio!" you dropped her off at her house and facetimed jay on the way home. he made you feel safe. despite his tight schedule, he always responded to your texts and calls. he was the best big brother and you wouldn't trade him for the world

"hey kiddo! how are you?" his voice was comforting and warm

"hey, im ok. how about you? how's life being famous and all?''

"its alright. have you done anything today? you don't usually call out of random like this"

"yeah, i wanted to tell you that me and I-jun auditioned for the new girl group audition at hybe. i passed the first audition, she didn't and she sounded really mad"

"now way! congrats! kind sucks that I-jun didn't. if shes being mean to you, tell me because i'll beat up anybody who hurts you. heh"

"Y/N!!!! wassup!! you passed the first audition? thats awesome!" jake was shouting in the background while all the members gathered around to talk to you.

"niki, are you going to say hi or something?" sunoo asked in his motherly tone, almost a whisper

"nah, tell her im sleeping" he rolled his eyes and walked upstairs.

"well, i gotta go jay. I'm home and i don't want you to hear mom and dad's 'happy' shouts"

"ok, bye kiddo! text me before and after the next audition! eat and drink water before i sneak out of here and force feed you"

"ok, bye jay! love you!"

"love you too kiddo" you hung up and walked inside.

"sweetheart! how'd it go? oh, i mean. welcome home honey."

"hi mom. i passed the first audition but I-jun didn't."

"oh. honey. i'm sorry. it'll be okay"

"don't be sorry, she said rude things about jay. karma kicked her in the butt" maybe she deserved it. you went up to your room and went to sleep. you had a bio exam tomorrow after all.

tuesday morning arrives and your phone is blowing up. tons of classmates congratulating you and a handful being rude.

after the bio exam, you had lunch. to avoid any interactions, you went to study hall. finally, peace and quiet. you checked your email and saw that hybe had sent an email confirming the next audition.

you texted jay, knowing there was a possibility he was busy. after school, you felt the buzz you were waiting for, in your backpack

jay big bro <3: hey kiddo! sorry i responded so late, i had dance practice. im so proud of you! you'll definitely pass. love you kiddo!

your shoulders dropped with relief when you saw jays contact on the screen of your phone.

~

the day of the audition came and you texted jay before you entered the building.

y/n: hey jay! i know you're probably busy being famous and all but i'm about to go in for the second audition. wish me luck! love you!

jay big bro<3: hey kiddo! good luck! i love you too! im so proud of you!

his reassurance was all you needed to push you into the doors of the audition.

after about two hours of evaluations, singing, rapping, and dancing, they announced who would go on the survival show.

"The participant who will be competing in "My High School Dream' is, Y/n Park!!! congratulations y/n." you were in shock and you couldn't believe it.

your first instinct was to text jay about it.

y/n: i did it!!! i made it! im going to be on 'My High School Dream'!!!!

jay big bro <3: hold up

he facetimed you and started shouting random things.

"guys! come here! y/n passed!"

the guys *unnecessary* shouts were all you heard. luckily you were at the park, sitting on the swings.

"congrats y/n -_-" of course. niki wasn't happy for you.

"thanks niki." all you heard was a sarcastic 'uh-huh' before jay came back after all the guys congratulating you

"i told you you'd make it! congrats kiddo. i love you so much. did anyone else make it?"

"thanks, i love you too. no, it was just me but they told me there would be 12 other girls competing to make one group."

"it'll be ok, kiddo. where are you?"

"im at the park. i was going to head over to Hyu- a friends house after you hung up"

"oh? who's that?"

"just a friend, uh. yeh"

"ooookaaaay. be safe. love you kiddo"

"love you too jay. i will"

your shoulders went up after accidentally telling jay about your boyfriend. he was the only one who didn't know about Hyun.

little did you know, jay texted your parents and told them to buy a cake quickly. he also mentioned Hyun. they told him who he was but that didn't matter.

when you got to Hyun's house, you greeted his parents and told him the news. he was so happy for you and after about half an hour. you walked home excitedly, unknown of what was waiting at home.

"SURPRISE!!!!! WE'RE SO PROUD OF YOU! WE LOVE YOU!" they were waiting at the door of your house with a cake and banner in their hands.

"thanks mom and dad. i love you too"

you ate cake and celebrated. you received an email telling you where/when to go. school wasn't the easiest, but you made it for the week you had left before leaving.

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Drabble 5

"Red one or brown one?" you were asking Kory about which dress yous should choose for the night.

"Does it really matter? You'll look awasome in anything. And boys'll definitely fall in love with you again and again." she chuckled.

"What are you talking about? It's about make him friendzone me forever!"

"Both of them or just Charlie?" she asked. You started to blush.

"Shut up! There's no such a thing like that! We're friends and will stay like that." Really? Wouldn't you want more Y/N?

"Well your face says otherwise but I don't want to be the one make you redder." she chuckled again.

"What're you talking about? I'm not gonna get redder!"

"Yes yes. I'm sure you'll get." she winked at you. What's she talking about? Does she know something about my feelings? Or could that be Jason's? Y/N!! Stop dreaming!!

"What do you mean?" you asked hoping she'll explain it the way you wanna hear.

"My lips are sealed." she said looking all-knowing.

"Really Kory? Whose side you're on?"

"Side? Is there a battle to pick a side?" she answered. Damn! What're you saying girl? Just choose a dress and go to that damn dinner and then... Everything'll go back to the normal...

"You're right. So which one it'll be?"

"Red is good." she winked again.

"Stop that please. Did you know I almost called Dick to act like my boyfriend?"

"Oh dear! Him? He'd try to matchmake you with Charlie if he liked the boy!"

"I know. It was just a moment of my brain wasn't functioning properly."

"Tim would be better than him. Damn we won't be able to see Charlie's face when he spend 2 minutes with him anymore!"

"Right! He'd be better for this job if he'd pickup his damn phone!"

"That'll be better now. Tim would freak him out. You know with all his nerd side and bags under his eyes."

"Yes! He'd be my best option! Maybe I should call him again." What's that? You're running away from Jason like that?? After he accepted to help you, his best friend?? God help me!!

"No!! Tim might be better for the act but Jason's the perfect one, trust me." Kory said.

"You're not so different than Dick y'know?" you said.

"We're not same or not similar Y/N. Don't even try to imply that!!"

"Well, Kory, he's one of a kind y'know." It's my turn girl! How was that huh?

Now it was her turn to embarrass. "Stop it! How the tables turned to me now?"

"I don't know. Maybe they did when it's too obvious from your movements that you like him." you winked now.

"I'm acting pretty normal with him! What are you talking about? Did Dick say anything to make you feel that way?"

It was her turn to ask about if her crush likes him back. You knew they both had something for each other. They both love each other unlike us.

"It's red then." you said deciding not to embarrass her anymore.

"Y-yes. Red is fine." she said.

You wore your dress and make up with help of Kory.

"Jason's about to be here I guess."

She was looking at you. "You're breathtaking Y/N!"

"Are you secretly into me Kory?" you jokingly asked your hot friend.

"I'd be--"

"If you weren't into someone else I know." one last time you winked at her. Both of you laughed at all teasings.

It was 7pm when you both heard the knocking. You went to the door forgetting Kory was at your place. Hope you like to see me like that J.

You opened the door. He was there. Damn boy! What a delightful look! "Hi! You look great Jason."

"You look great too Y/N." She looks awasome! How will I able to forget about tonight when she looks like that? Come at your senses J.

"So... How do we do it?" you asked him.

"I don't know. I've never pretended as someone's boyfriend before." he joked. Did I screw it up? Did my joke offend her?

"Well, Kory's here. She's gonna help us." you said feeling Kory's warm body behind yours.

"Hi Kory." he greeted her gently.

"Wow Jason, what a gentleman you're!" Kory said almost shockingly.

"I mean I didn't expect you to be like that. Didn't mean it bad way. Really. It's just--"

"Angry robin. I know. It's okay Kory. Really." he assured her.

"You're really cute! You'll absolutely be the cutiest couple ever!"

"Kory!!" you said with your all-blushed face.

Did she hint about her feelings about me to Kory? Is Y/N in love with me? Shit!! How this night will end?

"That' just an opinion! Relax both of you! Or you're gotta get to the hospital before dinner." she winked to both of you.

"Uhm... Maybe we should go to the restaurant?" you offered.

"Y-yes. Let's go to the restaurant."

"Yes. We can discuss about our relationship history. Like ow we met, when we started to date and things like that." you said.

"Maybe you could add some honest things in your story." Kory offered. "Like you two were best friends before dating. One bad day made you realize your feelings for each other?"

Both of you remembered that night. Jason's desicion on getting in to your apartment from your bedroom window. Without giving you a call. You both blushed again.

She definitely told something to them. Why don't you feel the same way Y/N? If you did then...

"Thank you for everything Kory. We would love to discuss about that but we're about to be late. Let's go Jason."

"Sure."

When you both went out your apartment you saw the giant car.

"Uhm, Jason what's that?"

"It's our car." he said all-smilingly.

"Our what?"

"I thought you wouldn't be comfortable with my bike so I rented this car for tonight."

"Wow! You're... thoughtful." Is she smiling? Did she like it? She likes considerate ones. Of course. Who wouldn't?

He opened front door for you. "Thank you." you could say only before your voice started to drop. He's gonna be amazing boyfriend for his lover. It shouldn't break my heart damn it!

You gave directions and you were in the place after 10 min.

You went in the diner with holding hands.

"That'd be more convincing, huh?" you said. He nodded trying not to show you his blushed cheeks.

"It looks like nice place. Did you choose here?"

"Yes. I feel calm here. And tonight I need that feeling."

"Why didn't you ever bring me here?"

"Well... It's--"

"Y/N!! You're here!!" Dick shouted like everyone in the diner had to know you were there.

"Hey Dick--"

"With Jason?? OMG!! You're finally a thing now!!"

"Dick-head, shut up!!" Jason said.

"Why?? You were simping over her behind closed doors!! I'm so--"

And it happened. Dick felt to the ground hard with Jason's puch. You were speechless.

"Why don't you just shut up?"

"Jason!! What just happened?"

"Yes Jay! What was that?" Dick asked too. He was shocked by his brother's reaction.

"I..." Damn it Dick! Why are you here? Why are you saying things like that? In front of her?

"Hi guys!" Charlie greeted the shocked group with a smile. His smile turned into confusion. "Uhm... What's happening Y/N?"

What I'm gonna tell him now? "Well..." while you were still trying to process what just happened Jason and Dick came to your help.

"It's nothing! She didn't expect my b-brother to come eat with us too." Jason said with shouldering Dick.

Dick was smiling like he wasn't punched by Jason now. "Yes! I'm Dick!"

"Hey! I kind of know you, y'know. You're one of Bruce Wayne's boy, right?"

"Yes! We both are actually." Dick said with looking at Jason warmly.

What was that? He's being a brother to me now? Grayson, you're bes-- Good person!

"Wow! Y/N! You're dating one of the Wayne boys? Man, your dad helped me to graduate. If it wasn't him I couldn't be the man I'm now."

What's that? Did he forget about all I-like-Y/N shit? Was this boyfriend act pointless?

When you were freaking out if Charlie'd come near you, your fears died quickly when you realized that Charlie and Dick were in a deep conversation.

You turned Jason and said "So... It was pointless to drag you here tonight. I'm sorry."

She's not bringing up punch thing. She doesn't wanna know about my feelings for her. If she ever know she'll have to... Jason felt huge pain in his heart. Stop feeling Jason. Let her go her way. It's right thing to do.

"Jason? You listening?"

"I'm sorry about tonight. I didn't think Dick would show up and..." he was looking at you to find a hint about a reaction for Dick's words.

"Jason can we talk?"

"We're talking already."

"Uhm... In private."

"Sure." It's over. She's gonna say she only ever saw you as a friend and what you did? Felt in love... I just lost my best friend stupid heart! It's all your fault!

You both stepped out of restaurant. Weather was cold. Like really cold you almost wanted to go back inside.

"Jason--"

"Y/N... I'm sorry about Dick. He was lying. I swear I didn't do whatever he said." But you did stupid boy. If you really wouldn't be so stupid to talk about her with Dick everything could go back to normal. What've you done?

"I might be in love with you." you said in one blow.

What did she say? Damn my imagination! Did she just say... she's... in love?

He thinks you're an idiot. God! Why am I like that? Did I just lose him? Talk to me boy! Damn it!

"I'm sorry if--"

That was the best interruption you ever felt. He's kissing me right? I'm not imagining this? We're kissing! Shit! He's kissing me!!

His hands were caressing your cheeks. It was warm. His lips were warm. His hands were warm. Everything around you started to feel warm. I'm burning. God, it's so good! I'm burning in the middle of fall.

Kiss was sweet. Wasn't spiciest kiss ever. It was just sweet. But it was everything good in the world. Everything purely good in this chaos pit.

I'm kissing the woman of my life. Why did I wait that long? God it's so good. She's so warm. She's awasome. Her lips taste like sweetiest dessert ever.

After you parted both of you were still feeling same warm wave around you.

"Jason..."

"Tell me the truth, am I the reason you guys finally become a thing?" Dick was leaning restaurant's front door. "Well then. I can forgive you punching me brother."

You all laughed at that. You felt your right hand got warmer. You didn't even look at it. You knew Jason was holding your hand like he must to as breathing.

"Are you clingy-kind of boyfriend?" you asked teasingly.

"Well after waiting for that moment to come at least months no one can seperate me from you." he teased back.

"Then drinks are on me!! Yay!!" Dick said.

Y/N’s thoughts and Jason’s thoughts…

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[shintin]

Her: A Memoir Chapter 4 (Treasure)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

— Hey, Hi. How are you doing? I'm not sure who you are or where you live, but I didn't have anyone to tell my story to. You mind if I write it down for you? You have time to hear it?

Everything started from the day he became my best friend. My one and only. We grew up without a mother, father, and family except each other. We ate together, played together, and laughed together. On the cold nights of the orphanage, he was the one who lent me his blanket, and I was the one who kissed his wounds after every fight. His blue eyes smiled at me for 17 years, and my heart carried his love no question asked.

Life was no fairytale, but none of it mattered. I had him, and he had me. But it didn't last forever.

I could never forget that cold autumn afternoon. I stood in the crowded corridor of that hospital and cried over his test results. He had cancer, and my only thought was how to prevent death by doing us part.

You know, I was in love with him, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to keep that damn smile on his lips, even if I wasn't going to be able to see it anymore.

I have no regrets about the unforgiving things I did out of love.

I love him, and I had and held him, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, but … doesn't matter anymore.

Be happy with her, my Satoru.

Genre: heavy angst, cancer, modern au, (+18).

Tags/Warnings: Graphic depiction of rape (spoiler: don't worry), heavy angst.

Author Note: She was only 16 years old when it happened.

Song Recommendation: Sara Bareilles - She Used To Be Mine

Chapter Index -> Next chapter

Year: 2014

The school pool was located across the courtyard in a newly constructed hangar with an elevated roof. The floor was covered with beautiful blue tiles that enhanced the color of the water. Ocean blue, Like his eyes. Something I really liked about the place.

My best days were when I ran across the soccer field and made my way into swimming class. I was a good swimmer with a promising future. It felt good to be good at something, intoxicating. But the bug in the creation system and the idle gods above the skies caught me off guard. They never ask your opinion when they write about your destiny. They say we have "the right" to change our own fate. I say fuck them all. Orphans don't have such luxury. Otherwise, I would never have wanted that doom of deep shit for myself.

"Girls, class is over! Don't leave your stuff in the pool! See you all on Monday and enjoy the weekend!"  Throwing her towel over her shoulder, the coach waved to the students and walked to the locker room with a smile. As she left, the students took turns pulling themselves out of the pool, and the water splatters echoed in the ample enclosed space.

Y/N came out of the water in the farthest corner and sat on the poolside. The water slowly flowed out of her hair on her shoulders and found itself between her breasts, now wholly blossomed. Her delicate fingers crawled through her wet hair and pushed it back. Her eyes were closed, and under the sunlight that crept in from the window corner, her rosy lips were more defined on her pale face, granting her more innocence than the angels of the seven heavens.

Hearing loud laughter, she opened her eyes and, without looking at the girls gathered on the other side of the pool, started doing her post-swim practices, stretching her arms to massaging her muscles for good measure of time. Not because she was self-absorbed or a selfish bitch; no, she just didn't like Mean Girls movie's reincarnation company. To be honest, they didn't like her much either. Kind of heart speaks to a heart condition.

After ensuring that her right groin wouldn't hurt at night, Y/N stood up and headed towards the locker room, still ignoring the girls. She opened her locker, and after grabbing the towel, her hands quickly went into her backpack and picked up her phone. A smile set upon her face as soon as her eyes fell on the screen, on her best friend's name, his nickname.

Windex: I'll be about half an hour late. The coach wants to give us a silly pep talk :(

Windex: I hate basketball!!!

Windex: I'd rather take a swim class with you. Peeping girls with you, while they are in their bathing suits could be our special bonding ritual :( :( :(

Windex: I have to go! Make sure you dry your hair. I don't want to catch a cold again.

Windex: I wish you were here, Y/N.

Her eyes read the last message over and over again, until each letter was forever engraved in the hypothalamus of her brain, where no one could reach it, no one could take it from her— her treasures.

I didn't have a boyfriend. I mean, when your parents drop you off at the orphanage door from day one, you grow up with the idea that you're not lovable. Let's not forget the trust issues. (Also, for the record, I was sure I'm not gay somehow. Since I preferred to look at basketball players' legs and buttocks than cheerleaders' asses.)

It seems that in the midst of Big Bang and all the other bullshit, a glitch happened, because Satoru broke my curse and became the first person to gain my trust with his warm friendship. But unfortunately, as someone who had been deprived of love her whole life, I added extra meanings to his actions, to his words… I told myself that if I kept these sweet dreams to myself, they wouldn't hurt anyone. How was a high school girl supposed to know that it would bite her own ass in the end?

Y/N's smile got more prominent, and the butterflies started floating in her stomach as her fingers started typing.

Smiley: You're a walking nut, Satoru!

Smiley: Meet you out front at the basketball court.

Smiley: Please, just take a shower! You stink after matches!

After pushing the send button, she lazily sat on the bench and started scrolling through her social media accounts to kill time.

It is a fact that no matter how much a person tries to be invisible, in the end, their presence will become a thorn in the eye of another. Y/N was no exception when it was a matter of bad luck.

"She is like the gum beneath Satoru's shoe!"

Y/N's eyes widened, but they kept staring at the phone. Were they talking about her?

"I can't even tell what he sees in her! Does he have no eyes? How he can't see a good-looking girl like me!"

She knew the owner of the voice, the president of the Mean Girls community.

"That's got to be an orphan thing. Otherwise, there's no reason for a basketball player like him to be friends with a normal girl like her!"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. All she had to do was count back 10 to 1, and everything would be sorted out. Otherwise, she would count backward from 15, 20, 25, 30, and even 100.

She sighed.

Ten

She had well learned these rituals of suppressing anger by practice and repetition, for this was not the first time she had been exposed to such words.

Nine

Satoru becoming one of the school's popular basketball players was the starting point of the girls' backbites.

Eight

Puberty was kind to him, turning him from a white-haired weirdo into a prince fucking charming who set these hot to trot girls' loins on fire.

Seven

She couldn't care less about them.

Six

Where were they when no one wanted to eat with him at the same table?

Five

Were they around when that little boy jolted awake drenched in sweats?

Four

Did they know how to whisper "I'm here, all is well, Satoru" in his ear to make his nightmares disappear?

Three

No. They didn't, but she did.

Two

Nine years wasn't a short time for her to learn about all his curves and sharp edges, was it?

One

She shook her head, slowly her fist parted, and her fingers released.

You probably feel like you know me now and have a sense of who I am and my background. But you don't know, not exactly.

It's hard to tell. Most days, I don't recognize myself. These shoes, this dress, this house, and the pictures on the walls have taken more than I gave them.

I'm no longer like I used to be. Although, indeed, I was never a sweet attention center. I still remember the girl who was imperfect, but she tried. She was good, but she lied. She was brutal with herself. She got broken and didn't ask for help. She was messy, but she was kind. She was lonely most of the time. She was reckless, just enough for her love. She was hurt, but she learned how to toughen up when she was bruised. She was all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie, but she is gone now.

Life just slipped through a back door, carved out me, and turned me into something I never asked for. Honestly, I would give it all back for a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two for the girl that I knew.

You look like you're up for a question. Wait a bit more. I'll answer them and bet you're going to hate me.

Y/N got up, picked up her towel, knocked on her locker door, and headed for the shower. She rushed to one of the cabins, quickly switched on the tap, and let the water caress her gently like a soothing cascade. She rested her head on the cold tiles and hugged her bare body under the warm summer rain. Feeling sharp drops of water on her shoulder, she asked herself, was Satoru worth all the trouble? She closed her eyes. The answer was obvious. It had always been obvious.

No matter what, she would choose him. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, she would find him and choose him. Why? The answer was hidden in an old memory.

It was the memory of a spring day, with mild weather, where we were lying together under the oak tree of the orphanage. No words were spoken besides those from the kids around. I was happy. Content. I felt as though life couldn't possibly get any better than this moment. The leaves of the old tree shifted with the wind, and the sun found its way to my face throughout them, causing me to shut my eyes and turn towards him promptly.

It struck me then how much I loved him by my side. His hands were folded under his head, his blue eyes unwavering under the rays of the morning sun. At that moment, a surety rose in my heart, lodged in my throat.

'I'll never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.'

If I had words to say such a thing, I would have. But none seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I didn't need to look. His fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, solid, and never wrong.

"Smiley," he said. He was always better with words than me.

How cruel it was that some things were only wished for, not possessed.

She turned off the water, wrapped her towel around her, and stepped out of the shower, only to find out nobody was in the pool. Better. She wasn't very fond of seeing those assholes again.

She made her way to the dressing room, humming a song under her breath. Untying the towel, she began to put on her underwear and bra, still singing and tapping her foot on the floor with the rhythm. She grabbed a plain white t-shirt from her bag and slipped it over her head. The damp ends of her hair were now wetting the t-shirt's collar. She reached out for her pants, backpack, and jacket when the sound of the closing door startled her.

"Who is there?" She asked, but no answer came from the other side. As her eyes looked for the person who had entered, her trembling fingers unconsciously grasped the locker's edge. She shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. A feeling of dread crept up from the pit of her stomach. She could hear the heavy thud of boots on the concrete floor, but the row of lockers prevented the person from being seen. She tried to convince herself nothing terrible would happen as she felt her heartbeat race.

The steps got closer and closer until she saw the person standing in front of her. The sudden shock made her tense her muscles. Her stomach churned over, and she felt sick for this brief moment.

She had already heard of the rich asshole and his assaults and intimidations, but she had never witnessed them closely. After all, she wasn't one of those chicks who turned heads or got sidewalks glace. It was a relief for her to keep herself to herself. But this moron, with his stupid hairstyle, didn't look like someone who would respect her decisions. Suddenly, she was hit by the fact that no one was around, and with this realization fear seemed to rise behind her eyes, but she pushed it back. At least for the time being. Her hands tried to cover her bare thighs with her jeans, though it seemed impossible. "You're not allowed to be here, Mahito!" Her voice was firm, and she thought she controlled the tremors well.

But the blue-haired boy, with a nauseating grin, didn't seem to mind her words at all. His eyes were fixed upon her limb, and he was getting closer, step by step. Slowly. "Don't be shy, little fish." His tongue dampened his lips. His attitude was strange; he seemed calm and not bothered.

Terror washed over her, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck. She took two small steps backward, only her back to hit the cold metallic surface behind her. If her heart wouldn't stop raging against her ribcage, she feared it would give her away since it was so loud in her ears. Sweat poured down her body as she stayed still as possible. "Fuck off, idiot," she yelled with a trembling voice. She clenched her fists so hard that her nails cut into her skin. "Get out, now!" She pointed to the door with a frown.

Mahito approached with a snide smile on his lips, as his hand curled around Y/N's forefinger, only to bring it close to his mouth and lick it. The color quickly drained from her face. His touch filled her whole being with nausea. She tried to push him back and shout for help, but he was faster. His hand quickly covered her mouth before a sound could come out and pressed her body to the lockers. Her things fell to the floor, as his hand grabbed her wrist. "Don't be a mood killer; I know you want it!" He brought his face closer to hers. His deep breaths hit her cheek. Fear became a tangible and living force that crept over her like a hungry beast, immobilizing her; her brain, holding her captive. She could no longer control her hands; they trembled in an odd rhythm. She wanted to run, but he didn't allow her to move.

He pressed his body against Y/N's, and she could feel his hard arousal grinding against her groin. Her breath quickened. Her heart was throbbing in her ears, loud and irregular, but she could barely hear it, for her mind was clouded with fear. She fought to free herself, but his grip tightened. The bulge in his pants was growing, and her brain was getting more bewildered. Was she on the verge of a panic attack? No, no, she couldn't allow it. 'Not now. Not yet. Don't cry.' She had to do something before blacking out.

"I always wanted to taste you. You must be good. That's why Satoru still keeps you by his side, isn't it?"

She shook her head, her eyes wide open. If she could, she would have shouted that nothing was as it appeared from the outside, but no sound left her mouth. Her screams were stifled by his hand.

"What a loyal whore! Will he be offended if I play with his doll?" He laughed maniacally as his hand started touching her chest through her t-shirt. He shoved his leg between hers to close the gap between the two bodies. "He needs to learn sharing."

Appalled tears welled up in the corner of her eyes as they pleaded with him to set her free, but this disgusting creature had made his decision long ago. She had to do something. Anything.

There was bitterness in the back of her mouth. His finger was still deep in her throat. The next sound that was heard was Mahito's curses filling the air.

She had bitten his finger, and now she was about to run, to scream for help, but before she could find a chance to breathe, his open palm landed on her cheek, followed by a punch in the stomach.

Her head snapped back and dropped again. There was a warm wet feeling on her face, followed by a copper taste in her mouth. A splitting pain erupted through her head. She wanted to throw up as her arms moved to protect the punched area. She was sure that all the air had left her lungs, so she tried to suck it down like there was no tomorrow. As her vision faded, she caught a glimpse of the bastard standing before her. She collapsed to her knees. She couldn't scream anymore. She could only open her mouth to find that even the words had deserted her.

"You want it rough, bitch?" He grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up to kick her in the gut. Again. Never in her entire life had she ever experienced such intense agony, crushing every nerve in her body. An ache covered her veins as if she was in a surreal hell.

Her face stung, and her head felt like it would split in two. She was aware of what he was trying to do, but she wasn't about to give up. She wouldn't faint. She hoped that someone eventually would come to lock the room, that someone would help her.

Before she could even process anything, his hands were already on her neck, squeezing her throat. Small gasps escaped her mouth. "Now beg like a dog for me to fuck you, or are you enjoying the pain?" Her cold, shivering fingers clawed around his wrist, tapping on it, begging him to let her go.

"That's how I want you, like a good girl!" He loosened his grasp and stepped back to adore the mess he had made of her.

She held her stomach and neck, as she coughed and gasped for air. It was as though the pain had crushed her and claimed her body for its own. Not yet. Not yet. She tried to crawl on the floor to get away from him, only to earn a solid kick on her back. Her leaden lungs suppressed any attempts she made to inhale. A muffled cry came out of her mouth, and she tasted her own blood in her mouth.

Her face hit the floor, and the sight of her in pain with wailing eyes made Mahito smile. He loosened the belt of his pants, hovering over her. The beast holding her captive took control of her entire being. Every muscle in her body screamed at her to flee, but she remained frozen. Fear crippled her.

She knew what he was about to do. Her desperation turned into tears running down her cheeks. As though something had walked through her, she felt numb, dizzy. No hand was covering her mouth now, but efforts to say the words were replaced by a struggle to keep the air in her lungs.

Do you know that feeling where you just want to scream "help me" over and over again? Because you don't know what to do anymore and you feel trapped in this black void of mess you can't seem to get out of no matter how hard you try to run.

Please help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me… No god heard my voice until a fallen angel disobeyed Eden's rules and reached out to me.

Mahito's tapered fingers began to explore her sore body. He hunched over and licked her neck. "No… please…" She used her last energy to beg him. But he didn't care, and his hand slowly slipped into her panties. She felt like her heart had been ripped out. A state of misery that she couldn't see the end of the tunnel. A terrible weight fell on her shoulders as she stood still on the floor. It was as though a giant boulder landed on her, and she couldn't straighten out. She couldn't bear the agony any longer, her grief poured out in a flood of gut-wrenching sobs that tore through her chest. In those moments, her life flashed before her eyes—his smile.

But suddenly, a hand seized Mahito by the collar and threw him to the other side. His body hit the lockers with a loud thud. "YOU PRICK!"

She heard a familiar voice.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TO TOUCH HER?" A scream came, tearing its way out. And then another, and another. His blue eyes were burning with absolute rage. His nostrils flaring, he stood there, fist clenched on the sides. Anger curled hot and unstoppable in his gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn him from the inside out. What would have happened if he hadn't come after Y/N? He could almost feel his blood boiling in his veins. No one was allowed to touch her. She was his sole family. She was the only one who never left him in all these years. He would break the hands of those who would harm her.

His eyes narrowed, and his teeth clenched together. She hadn't seen him angry. Not once. She was so used to his playfulness and childlike demeanor that this side of him scared her.

Mahito straightened himself a little and grinned as he tried to lean his back to the lockers. "Don't get upset. She can still be your sweet pussy cake. I just want a grab. We may even have it together. I'm sure this slut can take us both," he said, all the while trying to stand.

All of it happened so fast, before Mahito could even stand on his feet, Satoru grabbed him by the face and slammed him against the wall. "YOU FUCKED UP, SON OF A BITH! I'm going to kill you!" He had a sinister look, a vein bulging out of his head. Her eyes couldn't stay open any longer. She was so tired.

After what sounded like hours, she felt death kneeling by her side. She even sensed its hands under her head. She opened her eyes slowly, but instead of death, she met Satoru's wounded forehead and blood-stained shirt. Suddenly, there was an aura of grey around him. It was a fog that wouldn't rise or fade. He felt his throat closing up. His bottom lip quivered, and his shoulders dropped in resignation. A single tear rolled down his cheek, as he sat and watched her bruised body. A giant hole found a permanent home in his heart. His life would never be the same. He resembled a curse and the consequences that came with it.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." In his hoarse voice there was no trace of rage anymore. Instead, a sad expression, drowned in anguish, swept his face as the realization of the moment slowly crept in. He bent over and kissed her forehead. "I'm here, Smiley," he whispered as he wrapped his hoodies around her. He pulled her head towards his chest and didn't let go for a long time, stroking her hair with his bloody fingers. Her breath was taken away, not from the squeeze, but from the realization that his arms were finally around her. Somehow he took away her pain. She leaned in, closed her eyes, and after this endless nightmare, she finally felt safe enough to pass out.

What happened afterward? What the hell do you expect? You think they punished that motherfucker? Do you think they kicked him out of school? Huh, we live in a brutal world. We didn't have a family to fill the school principal's pockets with money. So, I was convicted of staying late in the pool, and Satoru was found guilty of assaulting his classmate and sending him to the hospital. We were both expelled and enrolled in another school after Gakuganji scolded us, humiliated us, and punished us.

I was at my lowest. Others took what I couldn't afford to give. Then my health started to go downhill. They broke me, crushed me, shattered me. They stole so much of me.

In those moments, all I felt was anger. I hated the people. I hated being alive. I didn't want to be near anyone. But he dug through my walls and reached me. He hugged me whenever I cried and held my hands tight, like we were tied.

This is something I think I'll never quite understand. How did he constantly love me and put me first? How did he manage to be so selfless, even though I backed him into a corner? How did he always keep me at the top of his priority list even though I probably drove him insane most of the time? How did he not just give up, and walk away when things got tough, again and again?

It seems like an exhausting job, to say the least. But somehow, some way or another, he kept fighting to stay. I realize now just how much of a handful I really was.

It was him that kept my soul alive in the furnace of grief. He burnt with me to carry me forward to the day I forgot more than I could remember. He saved me from myself, from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow.

Do you get it now? We would do anything for one another. I would give up whatever I had for him. There was nothing I wouldn't do to see that boy happy. Even though when he smiles, it's not for me. It's for her.

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[positivelyholland]

Hi

I am so glad you are doing better!!!!

I know you are probably busy but if you have sometime I would love to reader a Tom Cruise x daughter reader with some prompts from your 50 parental writing prompts.

“I don’t know where I am, help me.”

“Just stay on the phone with me, please”

“It’s me, it’s me! Calm down, it’s just me.”

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe.”

Thank You

pairing: tom cruise x daughter!reader 

genre: fluff 

warnings: angst for a minute there, paparazzi, getting lost, let me know if i missed any

summary: while on a daddy-daughter date, you run into some paparazzi and get scared 

A/N this is my first time writing for Tom Cruise but let me know if i should do more 

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“Hey y/n/n, do you have any plans for the day” your dad walked over to where you were sitting on the couch, lazily watching Bluey. 

“Considering it's 6pm on a Tuesday, no” you sarcastically responded. Tom finds it funny how you're the only person on God's green earth who can get away with teasing him. 

“Great! Go get some nice-ish clothes on and I’ll meet you in the car in 15 minutes” before you could respond to his words, he ran away to god knows where. 

Feeling confused and nervous but also excited for whatever your dad had planned, you hurry up to your room to go start getting ready. 

You did some light and simple makeup that made you look even more beautiful (although Tom would argue you're pretty no matter what, you are his daughter after all). After finishing your lip gloss, you went to go pick out an outfit, which was the hardest part. 

It's moments like these where you swear there's absolutely nothing to wear, but Tom (and most people) would say otherwise due to your huge closet full of designer pieces since you are the daughter of Tom Cruise after all. 

It wasn't until after you had trashed your room and basically emptied out your whole closet that you were able to decide on a long-sleeved, dark blue sundress. 

Taking one last look in the mirror and spraying some perfume all over your body, you decided you looked good. Well, you had to be at least a little content at this point since it had been 20 minutes since the conversation with your dad and he had been honking at you from his car for the past 5 minutes. 

Running as fast as you can in heels (which was pretty fast considering how many fancy events you've been to with your dad), you grabbed your phone and purse before joining Tom in the car. 

As you opened the car door and (not so gracefully) stepped in, your dad gave you a big hug. 

“Wow, you're definitely my daughter with how pretty you look tonight” he teased, to which you just rolled your eyes and thanked him in response. 

The drive to wherever he was taking you was only about 20 minutes long, but those 20 minutes were full of jamming out to 80s ballads and singing your heart out until you finally arrived at an expensive 5-star restaurant. Once you finally realized that's where you were, you looked at your dad in shock. 

“Are you being serious right now, dad?” you asked him, voice filled with excitement. To which Tom just shook his head with the brightest smile on his face. 

Although you were parked decently far from the restaurant, Tom made it a fun little walk so you wouldn't focus on how bad your feet hurt in your heels. You got to the fancy doors before walking into the restaurant and then were quickly led to your seats on the balcony, thanks to your dad’s string-pulling skills. 

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After eating some of the most delicious food you've ever had in your life, and having the best time laughing and chatting with your dad, things eventually had to come to an end. Tom linked arms with you and you guys walked towards the exit. 

Before you could leave through those boujee doors, your dad spotted some paparazzi, who were most likely waiting for you guys. He immediately got stressed out and warned you about them since he is well aware of your anxiety revolving around these types of things. 

You both took a deep breath before trying to quickly make your way through the crowds of people. Due to the constant distracting flashes of cameras, you accidentally let go of your dads hand to block your eyes from the brightness. At the loss of contact, both you and your father became incredibly stressed. 

You were able to make it out of the crowd pretty easily by just running to wherever you can quickly find peace. As you started to calm down from the experience, you realized you had absolutely no clue where you were or how you were supposed to get back to your dads car. 

Pulling out your phone and dialing your dads number, you were so relieved to hear him pick up his phone almost immediately. 

“Dad, I'm scared. I don't know where I am, help me please” your anxiety was starting to come back to you. 

“It's ok sweetheart I’ve got your location on my phone and I'm on my way towards you, ok?” He was trying to calm you down but he also seemed very stressed as well. 

“ok please hurry” Tom could hear you doing some breathing techniques you had learned in therapy, which made him very thankful for paying that therapy bill every session.

“You're gonna be okay, just stay on the phone with me please” he said in an attempt to comfort you.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, he finally pulled up to where you were. Tom sprinted out of his car looking for you, and once he found where you were sitting he ran over and gave you a big hug, accidentally startling you while doing so. 

“It's me, it's me! Calm down, it's just me” he soothed after noticing you jump out of fear before melting into his fatherly embrace. 

“I was so scared Dad! I didn't know what to do so I just ran” you were still very shaken up from the experience but being in your dad’s presence was very helpful towards calming you down. 

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe, it's gonna be okay”

You eventually were able to calm down thanks to the help of your dad, so the two of you made your way back to the safety of his car. 

Although the experience was very scary for you, you couldn't have been more grateful for your dad than you were at this moment. He's truly the best parent you could ask for. 

At this moment, Tom was thinking the exact same thing about you. 

[writteninscarlet]

random, mundane headcanons part 3(??) of ????

favourite piece of technology?

"Currently? The new system at the shop. I like the antique style, but modernity is far better in terms of being able to actually do my work," she admitted, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. Wanda was far from against technology, and could use most things handed to her. But her way of living tended towards the mystical rather than the technological.

"Surely, the antiques I've kept from the place or receive to sell or display are amazing. Quality pieces. However, technology certain has it's place and makes things so much easier. ....costly though. It was a pain to update and used up most of the savings to get new things fitted."

Outwith the technology at her shop, The Emporium, Wanda's favourite technology changes often. She'll always be amused and impressed by whatever new thing is going on with Stark, and still impressed and amazed by what arrows Clint can make. Her most used piece of technology is her phone, and she doesn't mind the odd game here or there to pass the time or some social media but she tends to just use the call features or various messaging systems. She has to hand it to tech, it doesn't have the flair of astral projection or sending ravens or words just appearing in the air! But it is far simpler and more efficient.

what did their parents want them to do?

"Well, it depends on what set of parents we're referring to," she mused, mostly past getting upset or nostalgic at the thought. "But shall we talk of the Maximoff's since my first few years were with them?"

"The Romani community at the time, at least with my parents and their social circle, was geared towards males being... more important. My job was to bring people in. I was taught how to dance, and taught how to sew and crochet. I was also taught how to read tarot cards - though certainly not the variation of reading decks that I now know." A silence for a moment as she thought it over. Her childhood was happy and she wouldn't think otherwise, but it was filled with hard work, a lot of travelling, and a lot of taking the blame because Pietro was right and she was wrong. "I think my parents simply wanted me to do something that made me happy. They weren't limited, I don't think so, but they were accustomed to how they lived their life and didn't think about other things. I suppose they just thought I'd travel with them indefinitely."

In terms of the Maximoffs and Max/Erik, they wanted what a lot of parents want - their child to follow in their footsteps. To follow their religion (difficult when the Maximoffs and Erik followed different faiths), to follow their beliefs, their line of work... She was taught various skills as a child because staying with the Maximoff's she was likely to be a matriarch at some point. Taught a little medicine, some languages, dancing, tarot, various otehr skills. But Wanda certainly believes that her and Pietro's happiness were paramount.

do they fall asleep easily?

Wanda cast a glance away, then a shake of her head. "Not... Not usually. No." She gave a small shrug, thinking it over for a moment. "For starters, my schedule isn't set. The shop is open during the day, but some customers and clients only come at night - from people brought by the Last Door, to creatures of the night. Not to mention, a call for the Avengers can come any time."

"But... Even when I have the time to sleep, be it night or day, I can lie awake for some time. Sometimes I think, sometimes I don't think anything. I simply can't sleep. And when I do sleep I normally end up waking up early-- It's-- Well, it's my issue. I'm used to it, so it's not anything worrying."

Sleeping hasn't come easy to her in some time. When her depression was high, before and after 'House of M', she could spend days sleeping or just lying in bed. She had no energy, nor the will to see anyone. She does her best to have what schedule she can so as not to fall into that again. But she does have insomnia, of sorts. When with someone, a partner, she does manage to sleep better - she'll still not fall asleep instantly, but it takes less time. It's partly security, partly... who knows what. A skill, a sign of love? Wanda does try her best to get the sleep she needs, and there are plenty of good nights/days. It's not something she's worried about currently.

do you get car/sea/(flight?) sick?

"Not at all. I love a journey," she replied with a smile. "I enjoy a car journey, partly because I never really have to drive or be driven. It's a nice way to see a place I think. I rarely travel by boat or ship, but I'm incredibly used to flights through the Avengers."

"Car is maybe my preferred mode... The faster the better sometimes. You can't beat my brother for speed, however I enjoy a fast car because you can still see the sights. Of course, I wouldn't want to be the one driving. As I say, I don't tend to use cars. I have magic. I'd like to properly learn, though I can drive when required it's a skill I'm probably rusty with."

She happily doesn't get sick. And loves a journey. The travel really is important to her. She does like a nice car, probably more than a nice ship or plane or jet, whatever. She can drive, but the last time she did so? Long time ago. She can affect probabilities so you'll live, but maybe some lessons wouldn't go amiss. She actually knows a fair bit about nice cars. She doesn't know all by sight or sound, but she's been around quite a few people who do enjoy a good super car - and prior to/around her depression first hitting, she enjoyed studying anything and it was so easy to watch shows about cars or read up on them. Or ask Tony or someone else to talk about them.

who do you bicker with them most?

"Pietro, by far," she responded. There wasn't even a split second of hesitation. He was still, and always would be, one of the people closest to her. They had a lot of similarities, far too many perhaps, including arrogance and pride which was probably reason enough for most of their arguments. "We bicker over many things. We tend to overall have similar ideas and feelings, but how we go about things changes a lot."

"We love each other, but we're not the same person. So our closeness leads to bickering." Outside of Pietro? Probably her teammates, though not usually over major issues. Again, when you saw someone often there was always going to be little things that come up.

The answer is Pietro by a long shot. Sometimes it's just for the fun of it and to tease him. They are similar, but their differences are wide and varied. Their pride doesn't like when they're beaten either. And they've both made a lot of mistakes in how they've 'protected' one another in the past, so whilst a lot of bickering is simply surface level and joking, easily resolved, there are larger issues too. Wanda will also bicker, teasingly and properly, with partners. It's not a power struggle or show of dominance, and she's not one to ignore what another person says. But if she feels differently about something she'll state her argument, especially if she feels close to someone. But with a partner she isn't one to hold a grudge, and she's more than happy to compromise or lose. Communication is really important to her, and not all communication is lovely dovey. If she teases you, you're well liked.

does your voice stand out?

"Possibly. Especially around some more than others. I've not yet managed to lose the accent from my home country. ...Or countries. We travelled a lot when I was younger - Serbia, Romania, countries such as these. And my accent isn't yet gone. But I've learned that it can be easier not to show this. I've worked to have a more 'American' accent because it prompts less questions. I used to use this fake accent more regularly but... I use it less now, and let my own accent come through."

She was proud of who she was, but she hadn't always been. Her accent didn't seem to bring 'good imagery' to mind, and always seemed to set her 'lower' in peoples estimations. Or that she could not truly speak english when she thought her understand better than most others. She hid it to make life easier, but it didn't really help. She was prouder now.

Wanda really is proud of her accent, and around those she's most comfortable with (partners, or close members of the Avengers) the accent will come through more pronounced as she's relaxed. She's the kind that when excited or in high emotion, her accent is more noticeable and thick.

[wildflowermybeloved]

Knightly won't forget my crab rangoons!

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

A/N: i should be in jail for how long it took. I wrote like, a dozen versions of this but I wasn't happy with any of them till this one. Thank you for requesting this @kookieswan. I really hope you like this 🥺😭

P.s: idk if you've watched Emma but i was watching it the other day couldn't help referencing it!

P.s.s: written and edited entirely on my phone I'm so sorry if there are any mistakes anywhere 😭.

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You were at the beach. 

The sun was just starting to set, and the world was washed in a pretty golden and pink glow. You were walking hand in hand with the love of your life, and you felt happy. Really really happy. 

That happiness shattered though, as the love of your life pulled on your hand to stop, knelt down on one knee in front of you, and opened his mouth to speak. But instead of the lovely words you expected, only god-awful siren noise came out.

You jolt awake from your sleep, realizing two thing despite your sleep muddled brain-

1. It was a dream. Probably one of the best dreams you've had in your life (except for the last bit).

2. Someone was still making the siren noise near your ear, and that someone was Jin.

"Why do you hate me?" You groaned into the cushions of the couch you had fallen asleep on. 

"If I hated you I wouldn't bring you your favourite food," he puts the bag of food on the coffee table in front of you. The smell of Mandarin chicken made your mouth water, making you feel that maybe it was okay the way Jin woke you up. 

Letting bygones be bygones you eagerly open the bag, taking out containers of food while Jin went ahead to get some plates and utensils rolling his eyes at you rushing him.

"Did you forget the crab rangoons?" You ask him while unloading the food, checking for your favourite side dish among the many containers but not finding it. The silence from your best friend sitting right beside you only confirmed your suspicions, "how can you forget the crab rangoons? First you wake me up like that and then you forget my favourite food, it's almost as if you don't love me at all!" 

While he knew that you were only poking at him jokingly, the last accusation only made him choke. If only you knew how much he loved you 

"Oh god, it's the first time I've forgotten crab rangoons. You can skip it one day. you won't die!" He sasses you right back, taking his plate and digging right into the food.

"Oh, and how do you know I won't?" You open Netflix on your tv and start the movie you selected for the evening.

"If you do, then I'll bring you back," he shrugs casually, groaning internally at the movie title. You've probably watched Emma ten times already, and nine out of those ten times was with him. 

"How are you going to do that?" Your voice was already distracted by the movie, but you still wanted the last word in this 'fight'.

"With my good looks." It was a good thing Jin was staring at you while answering, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch your smile at his answer. 

Soon enough you were totally engrossed in the movie, leaving Jin ample time to admire you. You two have been best friends for a while now, sharing your enjoyment of good food, love of playing video games and interest in bad jokes. However, for a while now Jin felt that his feelings for you have crossed the line of best friendship. Simply put, he loved you. He loved when you laughed at his jokes, he loved you when you shared a recipe or the location of a new restaurant you thought he would like, and he definitely loved you when you played along with his bickering. And he hated it when you fawned over other men. And that was also the reason why he hated the movie you were currently watching. 

"Knightly is so dreamy!" You literally had heart eyes for the man on the screen, much to Jin's annoyance. "Why can't I find someone like him?"

Jin only rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest "maybe because you spend your weekends watching movies and having dinner with me."

"You're right," you reply, once again seizing the chance to annoy him right back "maybe I should go out, find me a Knightly, maybe he will remember my crab rangoons."

You loved teasing Jin. You loved the reactions he gave you, you loved how sometimes he would speak really fast when he's agitated, and most of all you loved how sometimes he would pout in silence when he cannot have the last word in your fight. And that's why it surprised you so much when all you got was a huff from him before he gathered the boxes of leftover food, dishes and utensils and got up. 

Wondering what went wrong, you decided to give him a few minutes before checking in on him, resuming the movie. However, when he didn't come out of the kitchen even after ten minutes, you decided it's time to see what's wrong.

Entering the kitchen, you could only see his back as he stood over the kitchen sink, washing the plates before putting them in the drying rack. 

"You didn't have to do that," you say softly, taking out two bottles of water from the fridge. 

"Oh, you're still here?" Jin puts on a too sweet voice for your liking, "I thought you went in search for your Knightly."

"Wait, you're upset about that?" You laugh, stopping once you notice his tensed shoulders, "I was joking, Jin, I don't want to go find a Knightly."

Finished with the dishes, he turns towards you, accepting the bottle of water you offer him. After taking a swig of water, he asks, "why not? You're pretty and smart and funny, you can and should go and find someone rather than wasting your weekends with me."

You were at a loss of words, both hurt and bewildered at the words that were coming out of his mouth. How do you explain to him that you found who you wanted and didn't want to do anything else but spend lazy weekends with him at your place, eating take-out and watching movies and bickering with him?

"Jin, honey, what's wrong?" You walked towards him cautiously until you were standing right in front of him. Reaching a hand up you softly touched the hair covering his forehead, dragging it down until it cupped the side of his face, "what's going on, tell me."

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly before speaking, "I just… you keep saying these things about how you just want to find someone else and how they would probably treat you better and it's true that they will but I hate it. I hate the thought that one day it won't be me you'll spend your weekends with, but someone else, and you'll forget me." He takes another deep breath, before continuing, "I hate it that I like you so much but you probably think of me just as a best friend and I just… hate it." He would've gone on but he didn't have any other words. His heart was beating too fast, knowing full well that he had confessed all he felt and that there was no going back. 

Just as he started to panic about how he might've ruined your friendship forever, you stepped closer to him before wrapping your arms around his middle in a hug, "I thought you were smart," your voice was muffled against his chest, "but you're really, really, dumb."

"What?" He was so bewildered by your actions that he didn't even get offended at being called dumb. 

"I like you too, you idiot," you look up at him, "why else do you think I'm here on a Saturday night with you rather than going out and partying it up?"

"Are you serious?" He blinks at you a few times before his own arms wrap around you too, "even though I wake you up like that and forget crab rangoons?" 

His questions only draw more laughs from you and he relishes the feeling of having you in his arms while you laugh, "yes, even then!"

"Good," he kisses the crown of your head before squishing his face in your hair. You guys stay like that for a minute before he speaks again, "so does this mean we're dating?"

You nod your head against his chest "yes, this means we are dating. But…" you look up at him again, "there are two rules, one, the only acceptable way for you to wake me up from now on is with kisses and cuddles. And second but the most important one, never forget crab rangoons on a Chinese food night!" 

"Yes ma'am!" He smiles at you before hugging you once again, relieved that you were not going to go looking for a Knightly anymore. 

[valeskakingdom]

Return (part 29)

It was raining now when it was time to say good bye to Arkham. It was time to say hello to freedom. Free from therapy, free from electro shocks, free from the threats by other inmates, free from the disgusting served food, free from the impolite guards that always laughed and bullied them all the time. It was time for a new chapter of life and experiences.

One thing that Scarlet will miss was Andy, he wasn't allowed to leave the asylum. He hadn't gotten no therapy, yet, so there was no way out. They couldn't snuggle him out either since there was no use for him outside. Oswald, let's say just needed one bodyguard and not two - but that doesn't mean to leave Andy now. Oh no. Scarlet and him would stay in touch. You wonder how? Simple answer: Dave, the corrupt guard and Scarlet's little friend, knew what Hugo Strange has planned with Scarlet and Oswald before. He also knew that Scarlet and Andy had developed a special relationship, something like partners in crime, something like Bonnie and Clyde - and so he decided help them keep being in touch with giving them both a little phone. They would be able to call in the evenings, making things up to reunite.

And the plan worked: Andy hid the phone under a pillow from his bed, he set out to use it every evening when the guards took their night tour - no one found it, yet. Scarlet decided to take the phone always with her, just in case something happened - and sooner or later she would try to manage help him to escape.

***

Right now, Oswald and Scarlet were lead outside to the gates that were about to open. Happiness filled their bodies, maybe also some little nervousness and excitement. Several weeks, even months had passed which they spent together in this shithole. And now the final day has come where to be released. They never thought this day would come since they both were wanted criminals - Scarlet even worse than Oswald. But now it was and especially Scarlet could implement the rest of her plans again.

"Isn't it wonderful, Scarlet?" Oswald smiled wide, admiring his certificate again - he really couldn't believe it he got one through his now sanity "I can't believe that"

"Sure, Ossy," Scarlet snorted "It's wonderful" She was still leery about Hugo Strange's offer. He had something in mind, otherwise he wouldn't have offered her freedom. But what was it? Was it the need to control her outside? Was it to check how she would damage Gotham City? Was it to see how she scared people to death? Or was it to see how she protected Oswald?

"You shouldn't think so negative about him my love," Oswald looked up at her "He did us a favor. A big one."

"But this favor is of no use if you only use the situation to your advantage." Scarlet told him, pointing at her scar in her face "This is the best example. He modified me into a killer machine through his therapy and now wants to see whether it worked. So with you. You could say we are his test objects."

"He's been our friend, Scar-..."

"He's never been our friend, Oswald" Scarlet spatted "He never was and he'll never be. He's a narcissist, he wants to profit from every single task he does. He doesn't care about your problems, he just pretended to be your friend to bond. All he wanted was your trust and the belief to trust him. Nothing else. Why do you think I've got the scars?"

"I-I...uhm..." Oswald was shocked, he didn't know what to say. Was that the truth? Is that true what she was saying? Hugo Strange played with them? He never cared about Oswald? He never cared about about his problems and health? He just cared about the development of his therapy? No way! That couldn't be true! Hugo Strange always has been nice to him. He asked about his wealth, he asked about his problems... and that would be all fake?

"That was all him and his stupid assistant Mrs. Ethel Peabody. Or remember all the therapy sessions where you've been stuck together with an aggressive Helzinger and he tried to beat you to a pulp? That was no coincidence, that was all Hugo Strange, he has all planned those things." She said sternly, which shocked him even more - he believed her and started to question all his impressions and opinions about him. He couldn't believe that a person could be so cruel to another "Now come, Ossy," Scarlet grabbed him by his arm in his shock "Let's go away from that place"

***

"Are you fucking serious?! The cops might be around!" Scarlet tried to hold him back from knocking at his old residence's door but Oswald insisted to.

"I'd like to say hello to an old friend," Oswald kept smiling at her. He didn't think about any consequences, he didn't think that the cops would actually put them back in jail if they caught them. He just to do what the feeling told him where he thought it would be right. But was it really that right to do that?

"Can't you do that another time? Or not a bit?" Scarlet hissed, making deep eye contact with him - but the attempt him having second thoughts failed deeply. He knocked on the door a few times with a big grin in his face, in the hope to meet his friend in a lovely way - but it didn't happen.

"Yeah?" A somewhat older guy opened the door with an surprised look when recognized Oswald. He couldn't believe it that he stood right in front of him. Oswald?, he thought, it's been such a long time since we've seen last. He was glad to see him but not because they'd be friends - oh, no. Rather because his boss would be pleased to see Oswald.

"Is Butch present? I'd like to-..." Oswald couldn't even speak his sentence out as some more suddenly arrived and grabbed him and Scarlet, tearing him inside the house. Oswald was overwhelmed that he didn't know how to react. Why was this guy so harsh to him? What has he done? Did he do something bad in the past?

"We've been waiting for you all the time, Ossy" One of the men chuckled bitterly and pushed him forward through the halls harshly - so did they with Scarlet. They didn't show any kind of respect to them, they rather treated them as any dogs they've collected in the streets, they treated them like trash. The reason why though, was in the past several months ago. It all started when Butch lost his hand through Oswald and later was manipulated by Theo Galavan and his sister Tabitha. For Butch it was the beginning of a new chapter, everything would start to change now - and it did.

"Hey, hey, hey! I can actually walk alone, you don't need to harrass me with your hands!" Scarlet hissed trying to break free from the man's grip, he slowly started to hurt her with his tight grip "Now let me go!"

"Shut up, Patel!" Another man slapped her on the head to shut her up "We don't need no bitchery, especially not from you. Now walk!"

"Very naughty for a pinhead like you," Scarlet muttered, but again this certain guy slapped her on the head to shut her up. But before she could even react they stopped walking as they stood in front of a huge door - presumably Butch had to wait in there.

"Boss?" The man knocked at the door and opened it "You'll never guess who just knocked on the door." The guy had a huge grin on his face, he knew that Butch would probably take revenge on Oswald since he chopped his hand the other day. In the past, he has mentioned that he wanna take revenge on him for sure, but details stayed hidden. You just would come to that idea that Tabitha suggested him several ways how to other kill or torture Oswald.

"If I'll never guess, then why not just tell me, jackass?" Butch just spatted "If you say I have three guesses, well, then that's a game. It's an annoying stupid game, but at least it makes sense." In this moment, the guys pushed Scarlet and Oswald through the door frame that Butch was able to see both of them. He was surprised, he saw the person he hated most with his dumb partner who always claimed to be a professional "Son of a..."

"Hi," Oswald panted with a slight smile, interrupting Butch, cursing in anger. Even though he's been treated harshly already, he still thought he'd be able to have a normal conversation with him after all the bad things that happened. He still thought that But h was the same Butch as in the past, he still thought he was his friend since he fragile remembered those things he did to him.

"Well, well, well," Tabitha stood up and grabbed the knife that was stuck in the food that was actually served in front of them. She was ready to kill that bastard and that partner of a bitch, especially for the several tries to kill her brother. She wanted to take revenge on them, she wanted to let them know it feels like when someone tries to kill you.

"I heard they let you out of Arkham," Butch said to Oswald in a calm tone, then looked at Scarlet, examining her from head to toe. She changed a lot in his eyes. Her scar on her eye was more visible, her hair was rumpled and gaze was almost horrifying. She gave you a death stare, you didn't know whether it was with or without a reason, you didn't know whether she wanted to kill you now or not.

"Yes," Oswald smiled "Happy day" he chuckled amused and happy.

"But I'm surprised that they let you out, Scarlet. Didn't think they'd cure you in any way" Butch finally talked to Scarlet, ignoring Oswald for now. He said it with some certain respect though. The chance was too high to misgauge her in her doing and acting and even if she was alone now, he knew she'd be able to attack him anyhow.

"There was no need to cure me," Scarlet chuckled bitterly "They chose me as Oswald's little bodyguard since they became aware of my skills and power - and they advanced it. Wanna give it a try?" She hoped for a 'yes' so she would be able to punch one of his guys right in the face to show them no one treated her like dirt.

"Isn't it a little degrading to be just the bodyguard? I mean, remember, you were the Queen of Gotham's underworld when Jerome put you in the spotlight. And look at you now. You're a little criminal with more haters than lovers, you have no one except yourself and Oswald, you have nothing, no weapons, no home-..."

"I don't necessarily need anything like that to kill somebody." Scarlet chuckled, shaking her head "If I have the urge to kill anybody then I can kill them with everything that's around me, whether it's with my bare hands, a pen or else." She gave him a mischievous grin "But now, I'm not here to kill anybody. Right now, I just need to watch the sane little Ossy."

"I have a certificate." To prove Butch Oswald wasn't lying or playing with him, he wanted to pack out the certificate of his little jacket pocket - he shouldn't have done that though. The men around him thought he would pull out a weapon so they all pointed their guns at him fast to scare him away as to show him he shouldn't mess with them. They would kill him without hesitating.

"Woah!" Butch as Scarlet suddenly yelled out loud, they didn't really see that coming - Butch though, immediately took the chance to point a gun at Oswald as well. He wanted to show him who's the boss now. Oswald though still behaved like the innocent lamb next door - like he just wanted to show him his certificate. Nothing else. And he did. With a slight chuckle in embarrassment and confusion, he held that letter up in the air that approved he was a sane guy.

"But I hope I'm not intruding. I just got back in town, and I thought it'd be rude not to say hello to an old friend" Oswald explained politely but this just made Butch laugh. Was he really serious? That was his intention? To visit an old friend?

"An old friend?"

"Well, yes. I mean we had our ups and downs but on the whole, I thought we were friends." Oswald didn't quite understand what was so funny about it. He couldn't remember everything but what he did was remembering the fun moments they had together, when they laughed, talked, and drank. So why should Butch question it? "That's what I recall, anyhow."

Butch and Tabitha were confused now. Was Oswald really serious about all that? Didn't he know what he has done all the time they've spent together? Did he forgot about the arguments? The chopped hand? Did he forget about everything? That couldn't be real! That couldn't be played, Oswald wasn't a well actor actually. What have they done to him in Arkham? Any experiments or what?

"You killed my brother! You messed with his mind and made him your slave!" Tabitha started slightly lying. She wanted him to think that way. She wanted to make him clear what an actual bad person he was and that he was stuck in a pot full of problems.

"The fuck are you talking ab-..." Scarlet knew that she was lying, as she knew what Tabitha was about to do with Oswald. But before she could break free from the guy who still held her tightly, Butch's men around her again pulled out their guns and held them against her head. She had no chance to make a move now, otherwise she'd probably be dead "Hey, calm down. Calm down, I'll shut my mouth."

"Hello?" Butch snipped with his fingers in front of Oswald's face when he noticed he zoned out and didn't respond to Tabitha.

"I guess, I was pretty terrible, huh? I want to apologize sincerely. I wasn't thinking straight." Oswald hoped to be forgiven. He didn't want cause any more stress than he has already done in his past life, as he hoped for an accepted apology. He wanted to be good with them again. He wanted to see them as his friends again.

"Apology accepted." Tabitha directly said "Let's kill him."

"Wait what?" Oswald hoped he didn't understand it quite right. They wanted to kill him? "Uh, Butch, listen. I've changed. You have no reason to fear me. I'm a good person now." He tried to make them all clear. He tried to make them clear that there was no reason to kill him anymore. He wasn't the same Oswald as before. He was better now.

"I was thinking about visiting your mother's grave." Tabitha walked up to him slowly, not stopping to look at him.

"Oh?" Oswald smiled. He thought it was a nice gesture of her since his mother had passed away sadly. He didn't really remember the death of his mother, he didn't remember that it was actually Tabitha who killed his mother.

"Mhm," Tabitha said "Miss the old bird. Her sobs would often lull me to sleep at night." This confused Oswald a little, how did she mean that? But then Tabitha went further, she even started to imitate his mother when she was kidnapped by them "Oswald! Oswald! Save me!"

"That does sound like her," Oswald laughed, he didn't get it, that Tabitha was serious about all that. He thought she was just making a bad joke.

"You know, I think he's for real. Those looney bin doctors must have done a real number on him." Tabitha admitted. The old Oswald would have never reacted like that, he'd either be sad, angry, or would try to take revenge on them for killing his mother. He'd never laugh about that, he'd rather cry or break down.

"It's actually kind of sad." Butch said, he realized killing him wouldn't make sense at all. He was an innocent person now, he knew nothing anymore and surely, he wouldn't do a thing to anybody anymore "Let him go."

"What?!" Tabitha couldn't believe what she has heard. He couldn't be serious, could he? After all what Oswald has done? He still lets him go? What was wrong with him? How could he do that? They've planned on killing Oswald! They've planned to take revenge on him!

"You heard me." Butch said "Look at him, he's a pathetic loser. He doesn't pose a threat to anyone.” He was right with that. Oswald indeed wouldn’t pose a threat to anyone. All his violent impulses disappeared, he was just like a little deer: helpless, harmless, and shy. If he had one wish he’d try to be on good terms with everyone.

“Are you serious?” Tabitha asked again to be reassured Butch wasn’t joking, but he was not. He was still serious about his decision “No way! He has to die!”

“Who’s the boss here?” Butch simply asked her. He had no time to discuss all that in front of Oswald “I believe in an eye for an eye. We’ve all lost something, including him.” Then Butch turned to Oswald and stepped forward “We’re square, you and me. Understand?”

“Completely.” Oswald smiled, he was happy about his decision.

“Fine. You know, I didn’t realize you were so sentimental. He’s not leaving without some kind of punishment. He’s not, and neither is Scarlet.”

“Hey! I can’t do anything about when your brother’s being an asshole!” Scarlet snapped “I’m sorry for not letting you know earlier.” She hated Tabitha more than anything. She was just a little bitch in her eyes. She always thought she was the boss but she was not - she never was. She was just the executor.

“Be careful what you say, Patel!” Tabitha practically ran to her and seized her by a collar “One snip with my finger and you’ll get shot in the head.”

“You shouldn’t have such a big mouth, Tabby,” Scarlet smirked “The tide is turning very soon. Soon you’ll be the one standing here all alone with no one by your side. No Butch, no Theo… and then I’ll stand in front of you, pointing a gun at your head while I tell you ‘You see Tabitha? I’ve always told you not to have a big mouth’ and shot you in the head!”

“You’re just a crazy little bitch!” Tabitha spatted “I can’t wait to see you dead!”

“The pleasure is all mine, dear” Scar,eye chuckled, she wasn’t scared of Tabitha at all. She just wanted her to continue because this just increased the need and wish to kill her in one of the worst ways she has ever killed - maybe way worse than she killed her parents and way worse than she killed Adrian. But not because Tabitha betrayed her or hurt her, it was just for fun. She wanted to make a scene.

“Enough of that,” Butch claimed, walking towards the two “I know you both have your difficulties but this is not the right time to argue as it’s not the right place. You both need to calm down. Now.” Tabitha and Scarlet remained quiet now, they just glared at each other with the most hateful look they could do “But maybe there’s something, that’s still please you Tabitha.”

“What is it?” She asked confused, Scarlet looked confused either. How could you please a bloodthirsty woman without letting her kill someone? Torture? That wouldn’t please her enough - Scarlet knew best.

“You’ll see”

[hoebaring]

Diamond Heart (3) | Park Jimin

Jimin POV

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!

'Oh my god, who's making that sound so early in the morning?' 

I opened my eyes to find out what the source of that annoying sound was. Until I realized that it was the alarm clock. 

'Yeah, who did I expect? Eomma?'

I turned to my bedside table to check the time on the clock. 8:30. I rubbed my eyes and got off the bed. I stumbled to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. Scrolling through my phone, I saw a message from Bang PD-nim.

"Just got some news. Come quick." - Bang PD-nim, Sent at 7:52.

I washed my face and headed to my closet. I decided to wear a white button-up shirt with some black slacks. I put on my black work shoes and grabbed my car keys. As I locked the door behind me, I slightly jogged towards my car and got in. If Bang PD-nim messaged me so early in the morning, it must be something important. 

As soon as I arrived, I parked my car in the basement and quickly entered the building. After greeting the receptionist, I got into the elevator and pressed the second floor’s button. Once the elevator doors opened, I noticed the slightly ajar door of Bang PD-nim's office. I gently knocked twice and entered after I heard the loud "Come in!".

"Good morning, Si-Hyuk ssi. How was your morning?" I said, cheerfully. It's always good to be a little joyous in the morning; I believe that it would make your entire day happy.

"It was good, Jimin. How about yours?" he said, equally jolly. 

"Pretty rushed, but otherwise, good. So, what was the text about, sir?" I asked. 

"Yes, about that. When I arrived today, I received this. I wanted to ask you if you had known about this earlier." he said, passing me the envelope.

'Letter of Resignation'

"Sir, whose is this?" I asked, confused. It must be someone I know if he is asking me about it. 

"Open it, Jimin." he answered, urging me to read the matter inside. 

I opened it and took the letter out. As I started to skim through the letter, I quickly understood the situation here. My makeup artist had resigned due to some family problems. She has been complaining about it for a long time; She said it was getting difficult for her to handle her family and kids while working here. However, I never thought she would resign with such short notice. 

"Sir, when's her last day?" I inquired. Maybe I could convince her to stay for at least a month. At least until the Grammys and Film Out shooting.

"About that, I don't know Jimin. No one has seen her today. I’ve also tried asking Seokjin’s and Namjoon's makeup artists. They said they haven't had any contact with her since yesterday." he explained, grimly.

"Well sir, shall I try calling her?" I offered, trying for another way of communication.

"I'm afraid I've already tried that Jimin. My assistant had called her, and she said she won't be able to come from today on-wards." he replied. 

"Then, do you have any other solutions, sir? I mean, with the performance in a month, I'm guessing it would become difficult for the other noonas." I asked, with hope. He must have some other idea in his mind, after all he is - the Bang PD-nim.

"Yes, you are right, Jimin. It wouldn't be right to add more pressure on the other makeup artists. However, we also don't have enough time to have an interview for this role. “I have a suggestion, but I don't know how you'd react to that." He added the last part, looking at me intensely.

"Sure sir, go ahead." I said, nodding my head.

"So, two days ago, I was invited to the IBI Awards Ceremony. My schedule was packed that day, but when some meetings got canceled, I decided to go there. There was this specific girl that caught my attention. She won the Best Onstage Makeup award, and I've also heard from others that she was the youngest to win some of those awards, for three consecutive years. Yet, she was very calm and composed about it, and her personality intrigued me. Therefore, I asked one of my friends about her, and he gave me this information." he explained, handing me a paper.

I quickly skimmed through the paper. There weren’t any negative points which made me wonder why Bang PD-nim would be this interested in my response.

"Sir, her résumé looks perfect. Why are you concerned about my opinion? Why would I have an issue with that, sir?" I asked, confused about what he meant.

"Well, there's only one problem. She's not married yet." he answered, without hesitation.

'Ohh, but isn't that the first rule?'

"Sir, isn't that the first and foremost rule? That a makeup artist should be married to get employed?" I inquired, as politely as I could.

"Yes Jimin, it is. However, in this situation, I can't find any other way. You do know your Grammy performance is a month away, don't you?" 

"Yes sir, I do remember."

"Well, then, what is your response to this proposal, Jimin?" he asked. 

I didn't know what to do. All my other makeup artists were older than me, so I was pretty comfortable around them. However, wouldn't it be a little weird if she was younger than me? In spite of all this, I don't have another choice. I need a makeup artist immediately. Things would go out of line if this issue isn't resolved.

"Y-yes sir, I'm fine with this." I answered, hesitantly. 

'It would be okay ... wouldn't it?'

"Are you sure? I mean, if you're uncomfortable with this idea, I'll thin-"

"No sir, it's alright. You can go ahead and contact this lady. Although, I have a small query." 

"Yes, Jimin. Go ahead.

"Sir, would this woman be my makeup artist permanently, or is it just for the time being?" I asked, which had been lingering in my mind since he had presented this suggestion.

"That would actually depend on her, Jimin. If she has the capability and the required expertise to work in our company, then yes, she might be permanent. However, I can't guarantee anything." he answered, after thinking for a bit.

"Okay sir, I understand. Is that all?" I questioned.

"No, Jimin. Nothing else. You may leave now." he politely smiled, and gestured me to the door.

I smiled back and left the room, closing the door after me. To be honest, I was a little anxious about all of this. I never had a makeup artist who was not older than me. Who knows, if this person was younger-oh wait, I should have checked her date of birth on her résumé. I mentally facepalmed myself, wondering why I hadn’t checked that.

As I was walking towards the elevator, the previous conversation I had with Bang PD-nim was all I could think of. What would she be like? Would she make it awkward? Would she be comfortable around me? Would she be scared of me? Well, it is true that I am a part of the most popular boy-band, BTS. It would be natural for new employees to be intimidated by us. 

But for now I don't have to think about all of this. It's not like she's gonna join tomorrow. I put aside all these questions, because they would be answered when she arrives.

Little did he know, the answers to those questions would trigger something inside him.