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generalllimaginesss · 4 months

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author’s note: I blacked out while writing this, so it will be as much of a surprise to me when I wake up and reread it as it will to you when you read it for the first time. It wasn’t requested, just something that my brain came up with and wouldn’t let me sleep until I finished it. It’s loosely based off of Olivia Rodrigo’s The Grudge and the movie Sweet Home Alabama (my favorite movie). Also, this is completely made up in my head and in no way reflects something that Luke Hughes has done, or will do. It’s also 2:06 AM and I can’t promise that it’s proofread very well because I can barely keep my eyes open (I worked a double today).

Warnings: cursing, ANGST, cheating, kinda sad but has a good ending. Slow beginning, but I promise it gets better!

Without further ado….

The Grudge

“Hello?”

The single word that was the catapult for the demise of your relationship. The single word that changed the course of what you pictured your future as.

Luke’s side of the call was silent, the only noise able to be heard was his breathing, heavy as if the weight of the world was crushing his lungs, deflating him of life.

He wasn’t supposed to be calling. He had told you he was having a guys week, a time for him to regroup with his brothers and friends at the lake house. It was his own little sanctuary away from the life that he had worked so hard for. A quiet place. He had asked for that time, to which you agreed, he needed a break.

“Luke? Everything ok?”

He wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone in that instance. The reality that he was about to destroy the last bit of trust that you held for him constricting him as he fought with his vocal cords, trying like hell to form some form of vocalization.

“I need to tell you something,” He managed to squeeze the words out, every bit of courage mustered into it. The feeling of facing the mistake that he had made seemed impossible compared to simply just refusing to acknowledge it. He could ignore it all, ghost you, and pretend like he had never ruined everything. He had ruined your relationship, your love. You. He had ruined you, including everything that came from the relationship the two of you developed a couple of summers before he had left to play for Michigan.

Ironic that it would begin and end during the summer.

“Ok. Are you-”

“Are you alone?”

His brothers will kill him when they find out, but your family? The thought of them being there to wipe your tears and listen to your rants that have to do with him break his heart. He had developed a special relationship with your dad, your mom always put a stocking out for him during the holiday season, your brother? He had taught your little brother how to skate, how to play hockey. Even though he couldn’t coach your little brother’s team, he had supported him since the beginning. He had bought him his first jersey. 43.

“Yeah, Luke. You’re scaring me.”

“God, I fucking hate myself. I’m so sorry,” Sobbing, the sound of his arm wiping his nose could be heard. He knew he shouldn’t cry. He chose this.

He knew he didn’t always treat you like you should have, no deserved, to be treated. He didn’t spend time with you like he should have, he didn’t tell you he loved you enough. When you yelled at him about things, he would scream back. He would never hit you, but his words cut through your core, sometimes feeling worse than what you imagined the sting of one of his slaps might feel like.

The anxiety that stemmed from Luke’s call gripped your lungs, confusion coursing through your body outweighing the blood that sucked at carrying the oxygen at the moment. There was nothing random about your relationship, he didn’t surprise you with anything, much less a phone call.

Something is wrong.

The silence was deafening, overwhelmingly so.

“I tried to tell myself that you would never find this out, but there was somebody taking pictures and I need you to hear it from me first, ok?” He closed his eyes forcing himself to find some shred of courage left inside of him.

“Ok,” The word was breathy as it left your lips, a courtesy to encourage him to continue.

“I cheated,” It flowed out of his mouth in such a casual way that it felt like somebody had stabbed you in the back, twisting the knife and watching as you writhed in pain. The taste of iron flooded your senses as you bit your cheek to hold yourself together.

“We went to one of the local bars. She was the bartender, she knew us. Trevor invited her to the house after her shift and me and her ended up alone together while the others were out back and one thing led to another…one of the guys took a picture and posted it on their story. They forgot about you.” He tried to explain it in a way that redeemed himself. He was only 20 years old…this bartender could’ve taken advantage of him, but you knew him.

He didn’t get close to just anybody, he was the gate to his space. Nobody would get through the gate if he didn’t want them to, including this girl. Which made the bile that was building in your throat much more bitter. The fact that he not only cheated, but is trying to play victim makes you bubble with rage. Luke Hughes was very good at many things, but the one thing he had never quite mastered the role of was “victim.”

The shock coursed through your body like metal to a magnet, searching endlessly for something to smash into and deciding your heart was the place to do that. It felt like you forgot to breathe, your lungs aching for a breath.

“Y/N?” He willed you to talk, silence causing more anxiety than your anger ever would have.

“I never would have done this to you,” Your whisper spoke more volumes than a scream would have, cutting through the phone and going straight through Luke’s body. He wished you would scream at him, tell him he fucked up, but the way you said those words made him feel like this was it. He couldn’t come back from this one.

“I’m sorry,” His words were meaningless, but he spoke them nonetheless.

Those two words sent you into a silent rage, one that wrecked the inside of your mind but couldn’t be seen by anyone else. You hung up the phone, throwing it across your room and immediately packing everything that had to do with Luke into a box that you found.

Packing 4 years worth of things that you acquired from him was emotionally draining, each article triggering memories through the years.

His first Michigan Hockey sweatshirt that he had bought himself packed into the bottom of the box reminded you of the date he had planned. He had snuck the two of you into the arena when no one was there and taught you to skate, skills that still stick with you to this day. His first hoodie became yours that night, the smell of his cologne long gone from the comfort it brought you many nights when you felt lonely.

A Devils snow globe and jersey that was decorated with the number 43, his number, packed next. He had bought it for you the day he was drafted, convinced that it would be worth something one day. And it was. Just not to you anymore. The snow globe was attached to a memory that was better left forgotten. It was for your birthday, which happened to be the day after his. When you had gone all out for his 20th birthday, buying him a new custom suit and designer shoes that required months of savings, he gave you a snow globe that “you could add to your collection.” You had said some backhanded things to him, a huge fight came from that. A fight on your birthday, something else that you would’ve never done to him.

The last items consisted of hoodies, a few pairs of sweatpants and boxers, and a couple of jackets. The last thing, however, was something that you didn’t know if you could part with.

It was a letter that Luke had wrote you for Valentine’s Day the second year of your relationship, a sweet surprise that you weren’t expecting with your usual bouquet of daisies and roses, your two favorite flowers.

When you doubted your relationship with Luke in the past, when arguments and fights felt like it was all it consisted of, you always found your way back to his letter. He had told you that you were his end game, that there would never be somebody else that was better suited for him. He poured his heart out in that letter, telling you that he was going to marry you one day. One day when he had made it to the NHL and could roll in money, he was going to buy a rock for your finger and a huge house for all of the babies that you talked about.

Rereading the letter normally made you remember the good times, when things were good, but under the circumstances now it made you want to burn it, to watch his words turn to ash, just like the promises he had made to you.

Meaningless. His words were meaningless now.

It wasn’t always his fault, no. There were instances where you said things that you knew hurt him, things that echoed in the back of his head every now and then. Something along the lines of him never being as good as his brothers, that he would always be in their shadow. That Luke Hughes would be known as “just another Hughes brother.”

Some days he felt like that statement couldn’t be more true, that he would never live up to the records that Quinn and Jack seemed to break every time they stepped on the ice. Some days he just couldn’t see it coming together for him.

But other days he knew he was determined to make a name for himself, for Luke. The Hughes name was a force to be reckoned with. Luke wanted to be even better than his last name. Whatever it took, sometimes at the expense of those around him.

You snatched the letter that was stuck in the corner of the mirror that perched on top of your dresser, the sound of the paper crisp beneath your fingertips. As much as you wanted to destroy the letter, you figured it would be better to send it back to Luke. He needed to see all of the promises he broke and hurt he’s caused.

The paper was the last thing in the box, folded neatly on top of everything else.

Closing the box, you carried it to your car, placing it in the backseat behind the driver’s side. If there’s one thing that could be payback to Luke, it was telling his parents. He thrived on his parent’s approval, likely a symptom of being the youngest brother of an extremely successful family.

Ellen and Jim’s faces burned the back of your mind, so many memories that consisted of the two of them. Countless games at Michigan were spent with the two of them, as well as a couple of trips to New Jersey. You had helped Ellen cook supper many times, and watched as Jim coached his sons. Ellen’s pep talks were rarely intended for you, but you always felt like something could be learned from her wisdom.

The drive was silent, muscle memory the only way you could manage to get there in the state you were in. You didn’t know if the lights were green or if you used your blinker, all you could think about was Luke admitting to cheating. All of the shit you had been through with each other, all of the petty fights, had finally come to a head. You may have gone low, below the belt at some point in time, but this? You never could have ruined him like this, no matter how bad you wanted to.

As hurt as you were, you were numb. Tears wouldn’t fall, your body still in shock over the news.

As you drove up the paved driveway to the house that had become your second home, the emotions hit you when you saw Ellen in the flower beds, digging up weeds and planting new flowers.

She had heard a car approaching, causing her to look up and recognize you. Although she loved for you to visit, you normally didn’t come over unless Luke was with you, especially now that him and Jack owned the lake house.

She wiped at the sweat that was beading her forehead, dirt from her work gloves sticking in some of her blonde locks that were glued to her face. She smiled at you, before confusion flashed and she saw that you were carrying a box.

“Hi, Doll! Luke’s not here, but I’m glad you stopped by!” Her warm tone and kind smile didn’t fade, even if she did notice something off about your demeanor.

Her voice broke you. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to bring her and Jim into this. Maybe you should have just threw everything that connected you to Luke in a garbage can and called it a day.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She walked towards you with her arms open, noticing your quivering lips and teary eyes.

She was drenched in sweat from the summer sun, but you didn’t mind it. Dropping the box on the driveway, you allowed her to wrap her arms around you tightly. Her embrace gave you comfort as sobs racked through your body. How could such a loving mom and dad create such a jack ass? They had done perfect with 2/3 of their sons…what happened with Luke?

“Do you want to go inside? Jim’s working on a sink faucet, but he won’t mind,” She ushered you inside, her hand gently pushing your back.

Nodding, you wiped your nose on your sleeve and allowed her to walk you inside. She quickly washed her hands at the sink Jim was working at, earning a few objections from him, but she hushed him and motioned to you.

His face filled with concern as he noticed something wrong with you. He could fix a lot of things, but girls was something he would leave to his wife.

The leather of the couch soothed the heat that the summer sun had left on your skin. Ellen joined, sitting next to you as she rubbed your back, calming you. She truly was like a second mom.

“Is everything ok?” She held onto your arm, the pressure from her fingers sending tingles to your brain.

“No,” You croaked, the single word rattling your throat as it struggled to exit.

“What happened?” Her voice had dropped below her regular volume, but above a whisper. She cut her eyes at Jim who was attempting to listen from the kitchen.

“He cheated…”

The shock hit his parents as hard as it did you. Quinn would never cheat, Jack? It was questionable sometimes. But they’re baby? The one that had endured the lectures from his parents the longest, the one that had seen his brother’s mistakes and learned from them, the one that seemed so in love with you that nothing could ever separate you both? It seemed nearly impossible. Surely it was a mistake.

“How do you know? The press always lies…” She trailed off, your eyes connecting to hers.

“He told me,” The strength you tried to regain from your prior meltdown was useless as your voice trembled, “…said that he wanted to tell me before somebody else did.”

“Oh, Honey. I’m so sorry,” She pulled you into her arms, watching as Jim rounded the corner to join. You were like the daughter the two of them had always wanted, so seeing you hurt killed them in return. And at the hands of their son? They were immensely disappointed. They didn’t raise him like this.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do, and I probably should have left you both out of it,” Your attempts at stopping the free-flowing tears were useless, so you embraced each one as it fell, “…um, I brought his stuff back. I know he’s at the lake house, but I don’t think I can see him right now. I really wish we could have worked. You two will never know how much you and your boys mean to me.”

“Likewise, sweet girl. I wish I could make this all better. You may not feel like it right now, but our family will always hold a spot for you,” Ellen reassured, a hum of agreement resonating within Jim.

“Anytime you want, and I’m serious, our door will always be open for you. No matter the time or circumstance, do you understand?” Jim waited for you to respond, a nod of your head, before embracing you again.

Their words meant so much, but the hurt still ached, seemingly never ending.

You said your goodbyes, taking in the house that you would probably never see again. The walls holding memories that only those in the house would ever understand or appreciate.

Closing the front door felt like closing a chapter on your life. A chapter that felt like it was ending in the middle with no resolve, but it closed.

It needed to.

———

As the New Year approached, your parents reminded you of the plans they had that would draw them away from home. They claimed that they celebrated Christmas with you, but the New Year meant that you were alone in a house that felt big and lonely while they celebrated with their fellow group of middle aged parents.

The months had passed, agonizingly, since Luke’s cheating admittance. The summer turned to fall and fall into winter, getting colder like you were allowing your heart to do.

A few dates here and there did nothing but remind you that the guy wasn’t Luke. They should’ve been better than Luke since they actually treated you with respect and checked every box that a girl had.

But the lack of teasing, of being the biggest pain in your ass and best friend, made the hole in your life bigger. You were sure nothing would help, not even the texts from Ellen and Jim, periodically, made it better.

They all consisted of the same topic: “How are you doing?”

It was the same old same old, until it wasn’t. Until Ellen texted you after Christmas asking you about your plans for New Year’s Eve. The Hughes had always thrown a party for the New Year, packed to the brim with people.

When Ellen asked if you had plans, you had every intention on lying and saying yes. Saying that you had a date and that he was taking you to see the countdown and fireworks that followed, but something told you to tell the truth. So you did.

After you had admitted to her that you, in fact, would be all alone, she reached out and invitation to join them.

The invitation had toggled in your mind for a few days now. On one hand, you wanted to go see how everybody was, talk to his brothers, catch up with his friends. On the other, you wanted to stay home in your pajamas and watch Andy Cohen get shitfaced with Anderson Cooper while wondering if Luke would kiss somebody for the occasion.

The saying “curiosity killed the cat” proved to be true as you had finally decided to go, a sparkly gold dress accentuated your curves, hugging you in all of the right places, the places that Luke had once yearned for. You don’t know how, but your makeup was flawless, your eyeshadow bringing out your eyes in a way that you had never seen, but you loved it. Maybe this was revenge?

Even though you hadn’t made the drive in over 6 months, you still knew it like the back of your hand. Your nerves were working overtime, anxiety squeezing your thoughts the closer you got to the Hughes’ residence.

What if Luke had a new girlfriend? What if his parents were the only ones that wanted you there? Was this actually a good idea?

Too late now.

There was probably 25 or more cars that littered the driveway, most carrying a minimum of 2 people. It was a relief, maybe you could just blend in with the rest of them. A chameleon in the house of your ex lover.

Music blared, drifting from the backyard into the front, making the walk to the door less daunting of a task. There was no use in knocking, the sound of talking and music would most likely just drown it out, so you took a breath as you pushed the door open. It appeared to be the spot for the more mature crowd, Jim spotting you as soon as you walked in.

He was confused as to who you were at first, but as soon as you gave him a shy smile his face lit up with excitement. He had missed you more than he realized.

“Y/N! What a nice surprise! Come in, make yourself at home,” He squeezed you in a tight hug before relinquishing you.

“Y/N! Oh my, I wasn’t expecting you to come, but I’m so glad you did!” Ellen squealed, the clinking of her heels against the hardwood floors becoming faster as she did her best to jog to you, embracing you like her life depended on it. It lasted a few seconds before she held you out at arms length, examining you.

“Gosh, you look absolutely stunning! That dress was made for you!” She gushed.

“Thank you! I just decided to throw something together last minute. I should have let you know I was coming, but I honestly didn’t decide until right before I got dressed,” you chuckled, explaining the lack of communication on your part.

“Honey, you do not have to explain a single thing to me! I’m just so happy you’re here!” She hugged you again, rocking you side to side.

“The kids, sorry, young adults are out back. I do have to warn you…Luke did bring a date,” As she explained the dilemma, you expected yourself to break down. When it didn’t, relief washed over you. It had been almost 7 months, why wouldn’t Luke have moved on? You couldn’t be mad at him for that part, but you still held a grudge against him for allowing you to love him as much as you did and shattering your heart in the end.

There was never another conversation between the two of you. His parents never brought him up, he had never attempted to contact you, so the resolve was the fact that you returned everything. He had nothing left connecting him to you. That was how it was supposed to be, so there was no need to communicate with you. He had gotten the message loud and clear when he had returned home to a box of his things in his old bedroom and an ass-chewing from his parents and brothers. One that he would never wish on his worst enemy.

He learned from his mistake, but felt like the very toxic situation between the two of you was better left where it was: untouched.

He had been trying to move on ever since, sleeping with any girl that reminded him of you, sneaking them out before Jack had noticed, or simply just embracing the newness of being alone. It sucked at first, but he got used to it.

Ellen’s face flushed with concern at the momentary silence that followed her statement, scared that she would scare you off with the news of her son, your ex, having a date that wasn’t you.

“Ellen, it’s ok! I’m a big girl, I can handle it,” Making light of the situation was easier to fake on the outside, but trying to convince yourself was a bit harder.

You talked to Ellen and Jim for a few more minutes, catching them up on the latest details of your life, and then grabbed a Michelob to give you some liquid courage as you walked to the backyard.

There was people dancing, circles of people talking, various games being played, the scene never-ending as your eyes scanned over them. A few people locked eyes with you, recognizing you as the ex, but most everybody just continued to do whatever it was that they were doing. It wasn’t until Quinn’s eyes softened from his party vibes to concerned big brother that you felt nerves wrack your body. He immediately excused himself from the group he was talking to, making his way through the small sea of people to get to you.

For a split second you wanted to run away, but the rational side of you talked you down. It was just Quinn. Quinn had done nothing to you except loved you as if you were his own sister, so why would you run?

“Y/N! I wasn’t expecting you…how are you?” You immediately threw your arms around his torso, him returning the gesture, his hug similar to the way Ellen had hugged you.

“I’m good! I had no other plans and Ellen seemed like she really wanted me here…”

“Yeah, she hasn’t shut up about you,” He laughed, recalling how his mom mentions you anytime a girl was over, even one that Luke brought, and always comparing them to you when they left.

You were the standard that she held possible daughter-in-laws to, but they never lived up to you, she would admit.

“Gotta love her,” You chuckled, a slight awkward tension fell between you, a foreign, icky, awkwardness.

“That you do,” Quinn tried to repair the conversation, but some friends began to pull him away. He had mentioned to not leave before telling him bye, and then left with the group.

“Didn’t think you’d show up here,” The voice turned your blood to ice, freezing up what the beer had tried to let loose prior. No matter how many ways you envisioned this interaction to go down, nothing could have prepared you for hearing his voice after so long. It wasn’t like “nails on a chalkboard” irritating, but more along the lines when you pick a scab and it starts bleeding again.

That’s quite literally what it was. He was an old wound in your life that was becoming irritated because it was being messed with. No matter how much time had passed, it was still sensitive.

“Well, didn’t think I would be here either. It’s just as much a surprise to me as it is to you,” You turned around, met with the beautiful, curly-haired boy that was once your everything and a petit blonde that was his temporary. She was gorgeous, you’d give her that. But it wasn’t real beauty. It was bought. There’s nothing wrong with that, but her bleach blonde hair, fake tan, and push-up bra was irritating like nails on a chalkboard.

“Do you mind going to get us something to drink?” He turned to his date, giving him the empty bottle that his hand wrapped around.

“Is that a Michelob Ultra?” You almost snorted, her question a breath of fresh air in this unfortunate meeting.

“Not her and I, you and I,” Luke quickly cleared up.

She left with a smirk playing at her lips, kissing his cheek and heading inside.

“God, please let’s go somewhere else,” He grabbed your arm, tugging you to a secluded, area beside the shed out back. Your brain told you to rip your arm from his grip and scold him for thinking it was okay to ever touch you again, but your deemed in control and allow his touch to erupt butterflies in your tummy.

“I don’t know what I was thinking bringing her here,” he groaned, realizing he was still holding onto you, quickly letting go.

“She seems more Jack’s type, if you ask me,” You suggested, Luke squinting his eyes at your words.

“Good thing I didn’t ask…” He may have been the reason the relationship ended, but he wasn’t going to put up with any slander that you had for his current life. The life that didn’t include you.

“Whatever, why did you bring me here?” You looked around at the spot. It had definitely been a spot where the two of you had snuck off to make out several times, escaping the teasing of his older brothers.

“To talk…” He shift his weight to his heels, his hands finding warmth in the pockets on his pants.

“Oh! To talk about you being a complete dipshit and cheating on me this past summer? Yes, let’s talk about that!” Sarcasm dripped from your voice like venom from a snake, targeting the next victim: Luke.

“I’m sorry…” Again, the empty apologies were beginning to grind at you now. You didn’t want the apologies or the excuses. You wanted him to shut up for once, hear you out, and then come up with a genuine apology. He had said his piece, now it was time for you to say yours.

“No, Luke. You’re not sorry for cheating, you’re sorry you got caught. Save the apologies for when you actually mean them,” You started, him immediately shutting up and listening.

“We were so fucking toxic. You know it, I know it. The whole world probably knows it by now. But, God, I loved you so much. I would have spent my whole life trying to fight for that stupid relationship and you turned around and threw it all away. And for what? Some temporary pleasure? You couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough to get back to me?” Your words shot through him, like bullets hitting glass, shattering the surrounding areas. He couldn’t argue because everything that you were saying was true, but he’d be damned if he let you find satisfaction in being right.

“You said it yourself, it was toxic! You probably would’ve found a problem with me being there without you, anyway!” He tried to defend himself, but he was fanning a flame that he shouldn’t be messing with right now.

“Don’t you dare try to manipulate me into thinking your cheating was justified! Luke Hughes, I’ve said some fucked up shit throughout the years, but I never have, and never will ruin your trust. That’s the type of shit that lasts a lifetime. I can’t date anybody else because there’s always that ‘what if’ of them cheating!” Tears brimmed your eyes, softening the wall that surrounded Luke’s heart. He was a tough guy, but the sight of you hurting was a soft spot for him, an Achilles heel.

“You promised me a future, and then turned around and burned it to the ground without a second thought once you got a taste of fame,” Your finger poked at his chest hard enough for him to wince, expecting to see bruises the next morning.

“You’re a liar! A fucking liar and cheater!” Your voice broke as the words left your mouth, but Luke took the verbal beating that he deserved.

“Do you think I want to be labeled as a cheater, Y/N?! I’ve prayed for months that I’d just wake up and it not be real, that we’d still be together!”

“Awe, so sad, Luke. Truly heart wrenching!” You grabbed at your heart, feigning compassion as he began to clench his jaw, the muscle flexing as his annoyance rose. It was hot, but not hot enough for you to do anything about it.

“Stop being such a bitch, it may suit you, but it doesn’t mean you have to wear it.” His eyes grew dark, almost challenging you to see who would win in a game of insults.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I was supposed to act however you deemed fit. Even if you’re a cheater…”

“I cheated, I’m not a cheater,” he tried to correct, a viscous chuckle tumbling from your mouth in response.

“I’m not! That’s the one and only time that it will ever happen, I can promise you that!” His voice rose in volume as he continued to defend himself.

“Oh, one and done Luke! How nice! My trust is fixed, so there’s nothing left to worry about!” The sound of people counting down in the background didn’t distract you.

10…9….8…

“If I’ve had anything in the past months it’s peace in knowing I don’t have to put up with your fucking nagging anymore!”

7…6…5…

“Yeah, and I don’t have to worry about you fucking some rando anymore!”

4…3…2…

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

1…

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The voices erupted behind the shed, but the whirlwind of a kiss muffled it all.

Luke eagerly pulled your face toward him, his lips colliding as intensely as a train hitting a car on the tracks. An accident waiting to happen, but there nothing that could be done about it.

It took a second or two, but you kissed back with the same passion as him, him pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall of the shed.

His lips were like home, sweet and comforting. The remnants of his vodka redbull tempting your taste buds to plunge deeper, but you didn’t, you let him set the pace.

One of his hands tilted your chin up, steadying it as the other pulled you closer from the small of your back. Every sense inside of you erupted in fireworks as his tongue tried to gain entrance into your mouth, but you stood your ground, or tried to at least.

The hand that steadied your chin found itself wrapped around your neck, the shock causing you to gasp as he gained entrance.

“Luke! I finally found something to drink, but we missed our-” The voice immediately tore the two of you apart, the fireworks over the lake and store bought pretty interrupting the fireworks that were going off inside of you. Your breathing was a little shallow as you tried to control it again.

“-kiss. What the hell.” She glanced between the two of you before storming off, her stiletto sinking into the grass as she desperately tried to remove it from her foot.

Luke groaned, but the chirping had just begun for you, “One and done, huh?”

“Me and her aren’t even dating!” He squealed.

“We’re talking about this tomorrow, Y/N. Do you understand me?” He pointed at you as he began to smooth over yet another failed attempt at dating, but he wasn’t going to reconcile that one.

“Aye aye, Captain,” You gave him a silly salute, earning an eye roll from him, but as soon as he turned away from you the smile wouldn’t disappear.

Call you crazy, but you hadn’t felt butterflies for a long time, probably since his note to you. What you felt tonight was an army of butterflies being obliterated by fireworks. The feeling of his fingers around your neck, his jaw muscle contracting, everything about him had turned you on.

Did you really fold that easily?

Oh well. The thought of the next day, the possibility of getting him back, along with his family far outweighed your pride.

He could be your Luke once more.

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Pierced my heart 6

It's been two weeks since Elder Crow had left. Now, it wasn't lonely... not with Robin around, at least. You felt like you didn't have time to feel depressed.

A new surprise every day. His charming smiles and enthusiasm every time he saw you. Even after all that's happened. It gave you a pleasant feeling.

As if you were the most important thing in the world. But still... there was no way he was allowed to cross that line again. You cross your arms and stare down at demon in question.

Those big green eyes meet your gaze. Cheeks puffed out in a pout. A large bump on his head. "You never give up, do you?" "Nope!" He says proudly.

You give a small huff, "Idiot." He gives that contagious smile again, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "I can't help it. Even if it's just for a second, I want to hold you."

"You're willing to die for that?!?!" Honestly, this imp was going to be the cause of any gray hairs you get. "Of course. You're worth any fate." How can it be possible to want to strangle and hug someone at the same time?

"That's rather selfish. Who says I want your blood on my hands? Making me bear the burden of your demise. Honestly, it's annoying." You rant your hands waving wildly in the air.

"What's the point?" You asked. "What?" He blinks, tilting his head like a confused puppy. For some reason, it makes you furious. So much so that you end up tearing your mask off to look him in the eye.

"What's the point in seeing me every day? What's the point in asking me questions? What's the point in saying you're going to marry me if you're just going to die recklessly! DON'T MAKE ME FALL FOR YOU IF YOUR JUST GOING TO LEAVE ME!!!"

You end up throwing your mask right in his stupid face. Panting with rage. Tears streaming down your cheeks.

He catches it, but he looks at you surprised. "I never thought of it that way before. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"AAAAARRRRRHHHHGGGG!" You spin around storming off. "Stupid demon.... idiot! Can't believe.... of all the!" Rambling a jumble of curses and scolding as your bare feet stomp in the mud.

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They were worried. That was a good sign, right? That meant they cared. Robin looks at the mask in his hand. So why did it feel like a lose when he saw that crying face?

He hadn't thought it through. He had been rather reckless he knew that. But it was so hard not to reach out for them.

He would need to apologize properly. Flowers, a good meal, no... he offered those often. It should be something special.

He stares down at the mask in his hand. They had thrown it in a fit of anger. He should toss it back over the line so that they can wear it again. After all these must be special to them for a reason if they wear it all the time.

He squints. Wait... oh no. A crack! Did that happen when he caught it? He hadn't seen it before. This wasn't good.

Wait! This could work... he studies the mask for a moment. He could make a similar one out of the beasts he hunted since it was made from bone. Maybe they wouldn't be as upset with his actions.

It has to be perfect. He rushes back to his camp. Searching for the perfect material. After finding what he was looking for, he got started.

Should he make an exact copy? Would that be rude? He wasn't sure since they weren't around to ask. Maybe he should make it a little different.

He carves meticulously. The little demon ends up carving multiple styles. Each one lovely and with different designs.

He inspects each one for a flaw. He couldn't offer an imperfect gift after all. He's so absorbed in his task that he doesn't realize you've returned.

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Why did you have to throw your mask at him? Honestly, that was your only connection left of your tribe and you chuck it like a rock. It didn't even hit him like you wanted it to.

You see him working on something. You sigh. What was he up to now? It must be something important because he didn't seem to notice as you approached.

Your toes brushed the edge of the property line. Was he...carving? You frown confused. What did he need to carve? He had magical arrows!

The wind blows your scent, floating on the breeze. He snaps his head in your direction. "WELCOME BACK!" He says enthusiastically.

"What are you doing?" He zooms over an armful of... masks? Why would he make those? You curiously meet his gaze.

"I noticed a crack in yours. And I know how important it is to you. So I tried making you a new one. But I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I made a bunch of different ones. I hope you like at least one of them!"

He babbled endlessly as you took one from the pile. "I'm sorry, should have thought about your feelings as well. I promise to be a better husband!"

His words are muffled in your ears as you stare silently at his work. Your face turns a bright red. Masks were often made by either family members or the person who would wear it.

You knew he didn't realize it. But making this enforced his claim of marriage. Saying he was serious about his suit.

Stupid demon... you slowly placed it on your head. You were also stupid, of course. Stupid for being pleased by this misunderstanding. But still, his heart was in the right place. "Thank you."

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #robin bars x reader #robin bars

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babiebom · 10 months

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Im a Bit curious about who your favorite characters are from the fandoms your writing for (also love your taste in kpop)

PS: k-drama recommendation

- Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

- Until we meet again (it's thai but still good)

- The sadness (Korean film)

- How may I help you

- Mouse

- Lovenest

- Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo

- Style (from 2009)

Ohoohoo~ anon you fell into my trap I love ranting about my faves also thank you(x3) for the recs Strong Woman Do Bong Soon is one of my favorite kdramas and Park Boyoung is like my third favorite actress so I already know your taste is good without having seen anything else also putting my faves below the cut because only god himself can stop me now. (I promise I will try to keep this short and sweet)

Warnings: spoilers for some series, cursing, bit of sus wording and thoughts yknow

Stardew Valley

Sebastian (Sebby/Seb/Loml)

Can you tell that I'm a sucker for grumpy bf x sunshine gf tropes????

Honestly along with the reader insert fic in gonna write(lets hope I finish it) I wanna write maybe a Seb x OC or something idkidk

Of the bachelorettes Penny is my favorite bc shes lowkey me (I sometimes teach kids and I want to have a bunch of them love housewife vibes)

In ridgeside so far Phillip is my favorite mostly bc I don't know the others that well amd im only gifting 6 people at a time and he just so happened to get picked he's so cute I love it when people are passionate about something

In Stardew Valley Extended Victor is the loml like yeah he's a rich guy but he also seems like a huge nerd and I love him

Also Claire(the joja mart girl) my tired queen plus

Also in terms of the kids Yuuma>Jas>Vincent>Trinnie>Keahi

Mystic Messenger

At first I was a Zen girl

Then I was a Yoosung girl

Then I was a Jaehee girl

Then I was a Jumin girl

And now I'm in my final form as a Saeyoung girl

I love him so much my man my man

I played this game for MONTHS like I was at school pulling my phone out to hurry through a chat room so i didn't miss anything

Was waking up in the middle of the night

The chokehold these men had on my PLS

Five Nights At Freddy's

Ok so at first i hated this game bc im a crybaby and it scared me so bad

Also bc I had an intense fear of animatronics and people in the mascot suits as a kid after going to chuck e cheese and being terrified of the things om stage and then getting stuck in a ride its a whole thing omfg

But then security breach came out and I was like oh? Why'd they make the animatronics sexy????? So like the first couple of games I dont have a favorite(except i think Chica is ugly dont hate me) bc like theyre kid souls but since the sb animatronics arent ghost kids indo have a favorite

Which is Monty

I love him he is my gator man<3333 also justice for Foxy I know he would've been cute af.

Dead By Daylight

Killerwise Ghostface is my favorite

And I know its a basic bitch answer but omfg that man could be the cause of my demise and I would say thank you

Also Oni is cool

Also trickster is cute

Womanwise for killer the Artist is my favorite shes so pretty I love her

I hate specifically wesker and the twins I feel like i needed to add this BC I hate them so much also Freddy kreuger but like thats obvious bc its included in my rules

Survivors I love are Leon(again basic bitch answer) Jake Park, Dwight, and theres more but i cant remember r n

For women its Nea(I main her), Meg, Ada, Kate, Elodie, again theres more but I cant remember and my brain is hurting

I do not like feng min or whatsherface the kpop manager lady bc of how people play them

Twilight

Team Edward or Jacob?

I am an Emmett girl

I am also a Seth girl

They have been the loves of my life since the movies came out

When I read the books I liked Carlisle the most <3

Honestly twilight making a comeback was the best tike for me bc of all the new content people were making

I love the series pls

Also again Womanwise Rosalie is the loml

Also alice

Also Esme

Also Leah

Pls the women are so amazing

Harry Potter

Also lemme preface this by saying I do not agree with jkr or anything she has been saying

But I did get into this fandom a couple years ago when i was in high school because of a friend

And I do still love the series but now I only consume fanmade things

That being said Remis Lupin has my heart

Also Fred and George

And Cedric

And if anyone wanted to know my house I am a Hufflepuff<3

The Outsiders

Through and through I am a Dallas girl

Can yall tell my type yet?

When reading the book I was also a Johnny girl and I literally wanted the best for him and was so mad When he DID NOT GET IT

Now that I'm older that entire situation is bullshit

Like as a 22 year old that still lives with her family the thought of having to take care of myself plus younger siblings with no help and also have the house where everyone hangs out stresses me out

Like I love my little sister but i am so glad my parents have raised us to have and keep jobs even if we hate it bc I know she would help me with everything

Like I know Soda helped as much as he could but GOD bad situation for everyone

Johnny did not deserve the ending he got

The Walking Dead

Okay so lemme just say that I am into dilfs this is a dilf loving safe space idc

Rick can get it and him being lowkey insane is attractive (do not be like me pls)

Love his long hair

Also had a crush on Carl when he was in the show (he is a year older than me im not a creep)

I have not gotten to later seasons so maybe there are still cute people idk i need to re watch

I also hated Lori and Shane with a passion

I still do

I cannot imagine hooking up with my husbands friend of my friends husband or whateverbskkakslal

I will rant on and on about this it genuinely makes me mad

I do however love Maggie and Peggy(is this her name? The sister?) We love country girls

I am a Michonne simp through and through

I am a simple lady

Cool woman with sword? Count me in

Once Upon A Time

Though I hate Regina I find her so attractive its not even funny

When I was younger i had a huge crush on Peter Pan

Now rewatching I am a Captain Hook Simp

Also Mad Hatter

Also Ruby

Also Graham in season 1 if anyone remembers him

Gawd these men

Ruby number 1 IDC IDC

Also Mulan

PLEASE

I have also not gotten super far in this show

Marvel

I'm gonna just list my favorites bc like I already feel super exposed and im writing all of this in one go bc I am so excited to share but my phone is broken

So number one is Steve im so mad he went back to Peggy but at the same time he deserves happiness

Number two Bucky again im a basic girl and tragic men attract me idk

Peter loml so cute also the only spiderman movies ive seen dont kill me

Wanda love her still have not seen Multiverse of madness last thing i watched is wandavison

Loved pietro

Thor my bb

I cannot think of any more

Doctor Who

I guess this one is going to be different because I have only seen new who and I do not dislike any doctor at all so i guess imma just rank them

9th(watched his season twice once when I was younger and was just getting into the show and then once a couple years ago when I committed to watching the show)

11th

10th

12th

13th(I do not hate her I am just new to her bc I am still on her first season since i procrastinate to make the series last longer)

Then i guess I'll rank the companions bc again I dont really dislike anyone

Martha(best girl i love her so much)

Donna

Amy

Clara

Bill

Yasmine

River(literally going to name a kid River bc of how much i like the name)

Graham

Rose

Jack

Ryan

Nardole

Rory

Mickey

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

I have had a crush on this man since 2005

Since I was FOUR YEARS OLD

The first time i saw him I fell in love

No one will compare to my love

Hotch is a close second I do love my dom daddy(I am so sorry for saying this)

Penelope is also my love but in a platonic i would kill someone for her kind of way

Also Emily

White Lotus

Okay so lemme start by saying

Season 2 >season 1

The only people i like im season 1 are Tanya and Belinda

Everyone else are kind of dislikeable

Well the rich guys wife is fine but shes not my favorite

Season 2 however i like like half of the characters

Obviously Tanya is on the list bc she is so funny

But Ethan is my favorite especially later in the season bc again guys like that are my thing

Also Harper but mainly bc of Aubrey

Then Daphne is the loml and she deserves better

And Lucia my bb

And Valentina

And Albie even if he seems like a "nice guy"

Love these characters

WE HATE GREG IN THIS HOUSE

Ouran High School Host Club

Takashi Morinozuka has my entire heart love this man

Honey is just me but male

And Haruhi loml pls shes so cute but also she tries to be the best person I love her

Also Kasanoda(and in the manga the girl he ends up with is kinda cool)

This again should also just be a ranking bc i love all the characters but im gonna limit myself

Kuroshitsuji

Again imma give a basic bitch answer and say Sebastian

I know hes a demon

I know he would hate me bc duh

But pls sir

Give me one chance

Also the undertaker

Also Agni

Also snake and joker

Grelle would be my platonic soulmate shes so funny

I also would like to protect Ciel(not the twin like not the real ciel or whatever I mean our ciel)

Like I understand that he basically siccs his demon on people and had them killed

But at the same time in my eyes he is literally just a traumatized little boy and i feel so bad for him

I know hes fictional but if i could change what happened to him i would

Finny is baby

I have typed for too long pls

Also thank you for asking this<3 feel free to ask other things and request stuff!!

#stardew valley #kuroshitsuji #ouran high school host club #the outsiders #the white lotus #once upon a time #twilight #harry potter #criminal minds #doctor who #mcu #dead by deadlight #the walking dead #five nights at freddy's #security breach #mystic messager #im so sorry #my type is so obvious this is embarassing

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well-fuuuck · 2 years

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Themes with the LU Chains characters that I do not like (based on fics and fanon interpretation, not necessarily jojo's comic). I needed to rant about this, and get it out of my head, so here y'all go. Also these are just my opinions, but I'm objectively right

Four - either his character is supremely bland and barely in the fic, or he is the main character and it is extremely difficult to read the way y'all write his thought processes. Find a better, easier way for us to read him please.

Hyrule - genuinely, i have almost no complaints about his character. Some of the best LU fics I have read are ones centered around him. Y'all really go off when writing Hyrule. The only problem I have is when he is a side character and grouped with Wild in that 'omg we are so reckless, we put the whole group in danger LOL'. I despise that. Hyrule is from a land where he is constantly on guard and cautious - he is not reckless to the point of putting others in danger.

Legend - y'all love to make him a bully and leave it at that. There is so much more to his character than 'sarcastic and mean'. If you wanna write Legend as a bully, go off I guess but know that you're doing a diservice to his character.

Sky - ...yall make him. So. Bland. I think i have only read one fic where i genuinely liked Sky's character. He is almost always characterized as a love-sick fool. Sky is no fool. He is angry and guilt-ridden. He was used by Hylia, too, and he knows it!! She literally admitted it to him. He may be in love with Zelda, but I am almost certain he has some pent-up anger against Hylia. Also the demise curse?? Guys, Sky is so guilt-ridden, pls explore it

Time - 'basic gruff dad characterization' copy and paste. He is either way too gruff and angry, or has a little bit of playfulness mixed in. The playfulness never balances his gruffness though. His character is always boring to read, which is such a shame bc he is one of my fav game Links.

Twilight - again...such a bland character y'all make him out to be. Either he is reduced as just a mentor to Wild or he is reduced as just a son-figure to Time. Both of those I hate and they're both over-written. Its a goddamn fight to be able to find a fic where Twilight isnt a mentor to Wild, dear Lord. Also the majority of his angst (if there even is any in the fic) it is almost always based around Midna. And i get it, i do, but dear lord. Y'all do know that other stuff went down in his game, right??? That there are other women in his life besides Midna? Like, have none of y'all read the TP manga and the amiunt of angst potential in that??? Come on

Warriors - this one makes me a tad angry. He is just the pretty boy, the pretty link, the link who is always getting with women. 'Womanizer'. Women problems. And yep, Wars has women problems - but in the way that he doesn't like relationships and is uncomfortable with intimacy. Listen, i could go on and on about Warriors trauma, but I'll digress and just say this: Warriors is not a womanizer, and it is an insult to his character to make him one.

Wild - *deep breath in* *deep breath out* the way y'all write his character inspires a deep rage inside of me. Wild is not inept, he is not stupid, he is not 'feral', and he would not put people in danger even though he is reckless. I understand that many of you characterize him as feral and reckless, because that is how y'all played BOTW. I apparently played it much differently; very cautiously and fought from a distance. Listen to me, though: all of the Links are reckless, but none of them are stupid.

Wind - y'all make him so annoying, please quit. Wind is 13/14 years old and has been on 2 quests. He is not a 7 year old boy, playing at being a hero. He is an older brother, who went on a quest to protect his sister. Wind is proud and protective, not to be babied. And honestly, i think the other Links would understand that (and yes, even twi and wars can understand that)

#aaaaah yikes #sorry if this comes off as rude #but like #the way some of you write their characters #YIKES #linked universe #lu boys #i am scared to tag all of the boys so i will leave it at that

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thr-333 · 3 years

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Drastic Measures- Part 2

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Swordplay~

To summarise: I will have the love square one way or another!

Ao3

First >Next

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As far as homes go it’s pretty good” Adrien stretches out, Plagg curls up next to him.

“Don't get too comfortable we’re going to be on the move,” Marinette types furiously at her computer.

“I will try my hardest,” Adrien stares blankly at her, sat atop a pile of grubby blankets next to a broken window. Marinette loses connection to her computer and slams it shut with a huff.

“Get some sleep I’m going to find an internet cafe,” Marinette stuffs the cheap laptop into her bag, amazing how something she bought at a hole in the wall place for thirty bucks didn’t work well.

“Who needs sleep when you can have coffee,” Adrian stands up, ready to follow her.

“Sleep Chat,” She pushes him down by the shoulders, “I need my partner fully operational,”

“Yeah kid, take a break, we worked hard,” Plagg yawns, turning over.

“You also worked hard Bug,” Adrien lets himself be pushed back onto the blankets.

“I won't be able to sleep until I know how everything is in Paris,”

“Neither can I,” Adrien protests, already half asleep.

“Sure you can, night Chat,”

“Night M’lady,”

Marinette leaves the same way they came in, though the window. She has to slide down the gutter to get on the street, Tikki hiding away in her bag. She has to go pretty far in town to find a suitable cafe, too far from Adrien to be comfortable. Marinette pops in her earbuds before opening her computer to let her talk to Tikki freely.

She doesn't immediately search up missing person cases. Looking instead at Paris tourist destinations and guides. Switching to the dangers of traveling to Paris; the only mention of Akuma being on obscure question and answer sites. She looks at kidnapping potential and then moves onto missing person cases. Adrien's is the first to come up, obviously.

There was lots of outcry among his fans. Many were throwing around accusations of foul play on Gabriel's part from abuse to locking Adrien away from the world. However, Gabriel was also fiercely looking for his son. Adrien hadn’t left behind any sort of note. Well only to Nino, which Adrien had told Marinette was asked not to mention to anyone.

Marinette then feels safe enough to look up her own case. It was smaller, although was gaining attention as Jagged proclaimed it to high heavens; more so asking what they did wrong and how they could fix it and asking for any sightings of her. That could be a problem if her picture was already around. Marinette pulls her hood up higher. They might have to get haircuts and wear disguises… on second thought wearing suspicious disguises in Gotham might cause more problems.

“Tikki they seem really worried,” Marinette watches the videos Jagged posted, her parents in the background running around talking with police.

“Of course they are Mari,” Marinette feels a light tap on her side, “But you're doing the right thing,”

“No I’m not,” not when she’s watching a video of her parents crying, “I’m doing what needs to be done, this is my responsibility, no matter what a certain someone thinks,”

She spits with venom. Maybe Adriens rant last night rubbed off on her.

“He’s the hero here,” Tiki says non accusingly, “Imagine if another hero came to Paris without asking you… remember Volpina?”

“Ah now that was an actual villain,” Marinette hadn’t trusted her from the start, “Plus she was akumatized,”

“Marinette,” Marinette can’t bring herself to feel guilty, even under tikis scolding.

“Right but that still doesn't give him the right,” Marinette huffs, “After all would he attack Marinette? No!”

“Are you implying you would attack Lila?”

“......... no,”

“Marinette,”

Marinetti smirks to herself instinctively looking around for Adrien to share her joke. Then Marinette froze. The cafe was empty, not even a barista. How had she not noticed!?

“Wait,” Marinetti says out loud before Tiki could talk, “I’m going to have to call you back, something just came up,”

Something was watching her from the kitchen door as if she couldn’t see them. Marinette tries to act normal going for the pepper on the table and putting it on her food. They move at the same time. The attacker runs towards her, Marinette throws the shaker at- Robin?! It hits him square in the forehead, with a curse he touches his bleeding forehead.

“I am so sorry!” Marinette panics, “That was meant to explode in your face!”

“How is that better?!” Robin runs forward, sword drawn. Marinette ducks behind the table grabbing her plate and frisbeeing it towards him, he manages to dodge this one, “Draw your weapon coward!"

“I don’t have a weapon!” She grabs the table cloth ready to take the vigilante down, “What is wrong with you?!”

He doesn't answer lunging at her again with the sword. Marinette kicks up the table then kicks it towards him in one swift movement. With the impact of the table he drops the sword, Marinette jumps up landing on the table which pins Robin down to the ground with its weight and hers, with the legs sticking up.

“I knew it,” Robin spits and she presses her weight into the table to keep him pinned.

“Excuse you,” Marinette catches his wrist as he tries to pull a dagger on her using the table cloth to tie it to the legs of the table, then does the same with the other, “You attacked me,”

“-Robin!” she hears a faint call, no one is around so it must be from his communicator, “-Robin report back to the cave!”

“I’ll take that~” Marinette sings songs ignoring how he growls at her. She rolls her eyes stepping off the table she needed to get out of here now.

She steps out of the cafe throwing the communicator and likely a tracking device too on the roof of a passing car then sprints in the opposite direction. She heads for the alleys looking for an area with no cameras as she runs. When she finds a spot Marinette transforms running back to their base with record timing.

“Adrien wake up!” Ladybug jumps through the window, barely avoiding landing on him, “Batman’s after us,”

“What?!” He sits bolt upright, Ladybug pulls him onto his feet.

“Move! Now!” She grabs their bags, Adrien transforms and they take off over the rooftops.

“What happened?!” Chat shouts as the runaway, “Is Batman chasing us?”

“Yes, well kinda-- Robin tried to kill me,”

“He what?!”

“As Marinette,” She adds, slowing down as they should have put enough distance between them.

“Did they figure us out already?” Chat Noir slows down into a walk then collapses on the rooftop,

"Probably,"

“This is the worst wake up call ever!”

“Well, it's about to get worse,” Ladybug cringes feeling the distinct trace of magic she was all too familiar with.

“Akuma?”

“Akuma,”

“Great, perfect,” Chat complains standing back up.

“At least we’re not at school,” Ladybug shrugs, launching herself over a roof.

“No you’re right being chased by a masked vigilante is a massive improvement,”

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Wow

“Robin! Get your head out of the clouds and get over here!”

Damian breaks out of his trance, regrettably tearing his gaze away from Ladybug to the much less awe inspiring sight of Batman trapped under a car. They shouldn’t be wasting their time worrying about these established amazing hero’s and worry about that assassin on the loose. Who knows who she was after. She could be planning Batman’s demise at this very moment; if she was close with his mother then surely she knew their identities which was far far more dangerous.

Ladybug could handle herself as evidence by her going toe to toe with the newest villain. In a matter of minutes, the villain was down for the count with no help on their part.

“Ladybug!” He calls before she leaves again, maybe she could help him convince his father that he was being an absolute buffoon.

“Oh it’s you,” She says surprisingly coldly, “What do you want now?”

“Now?”

“Are, you here to attack me again?”

“... I didn’t attack you?” He had spent all morning tracking down a dangerous assassin.

“... Oh! Of course, you did- haha I just ummmm-- there must have been an… Akuma! Yes! There must have been an Akuma earlier that looked like you,”

“An Akuma was impersonating me?” Robin growls.

“Yeah, they do that sometimes,” Chat Noir pipes up, “It’s annoying,”

“Yes and if you’re here, that uh… that means the Akuma is still out there so we gotta go deal with that so-bye!” Ladybug swings off closely followed by Chat Nor; off to go save his name and reputation.

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“So you really think that was an Akuma?” Adrien asks as they transform back.

“Maybe- I don’t know it was just an excuse so he wouldn't figure out my identity,”

“Well at least he doesn't know it,” Adrien shrugs as they walk through the alleys in search of a new place to rest that night.

“If he doesn't know then why would he attack Marinette?” She asks, “And if it was an Akuma that means Hawkmoth knows my identity which is so much worse!”

“Is it tho?”

“Chat,”

“I mean back in Paris it would have been bad,” They both cringe, “But here we have no home, no family, no friends! He cant use any of that against us now!”

Adrien beams his contagious smile.

“You always manage to find a bright side,” Marinette smirks punching him in the shoulder.

“So that's why,” They both turn around, staring in shock.

“Batman?!” Turning back their way out is already blocked by mister boy wonder. Who, by the way he is glaring at her, was not an Akuma this morning.

“I can't believe Talia called me because some teenagers were eloping,”

I know that name- WAIT!

“Eloping?!” Marinette chokes, “We are not eloping!”

“As in not at all,” Adrien blanches, “And I mean no offense Marinette you are literally the sweetest person but I can’t imagine anything more horrific!”

“Oh god, same!” At least now, “I mean once when we were younger…-- it was a silly crush!”

“Wait you had a crush on me?!”

“Yeah, well, you had a crush on me!”

“... oh god… I did, didn’t I?!”

While Adrien is dealing with that little revelation Marinette looks around for an escape. There isn’t much opportunity since both have their eyes on them, partly out of morbid curiosity at their little freakout. Well if you don't have a distraction homemade is fine.

“AKUMA!” They both look, predictably.

Marinette grabs Adrien and runs. She goes for the side Robins guarding, sweeping his legs sending him crashing to the ground.

“I’m not sorry!” Marinette calls as they sprint down the alley.

Marinette heads for the main street, enough of a crowd to camouflage. As they are walking through as casually as possible Marinette sweeps them both for bugs putting any she finds on random passerbys. They walk sometimes ducking into busy shops in hopes of losing their trail. They come across the mall which works perfectly for them. They stay until it starts to approach closing time, it’s easy enough to avoid security and so they get locked in for the night.

“So what do you want to do?!” They walk through the empty halls Adrien skipping along and looking at each display. Marinette stops outside an electronics store, the tv’s still on and displaying the news.

“Make a plan for a way to deal with that,” On-screen are the two of them, a video of Ladybug throwing a car at Batman, “This is taken completely out of context!”

“What’s the context?”

“Batman was being a little bitch!”

“I’m sure that will hold up in court,” Adrien laughs taking a seat in one of those massage chairs, “Besides what's the problem?”

“The problem?!” Marinette yells, “The problem is that now all of Gotham is going to hate us!”

“So? Do we really need them to like us?” Adrien gets up to stand by her, rubbing her shoulder.

“They did in Paris,”

“We’re not in Paris anymore,” Adrien says quietly, leading her towards the seats, “We have a chance to start new again, everyday something we haven't done before, a couple of pals living day to day on the edge, isn’t that exciting?”

“I just--” want to go home, “I’m tired,”

“Take a break,” Adrien sits her down in the massage chair with a kind smile, “I’ll keep watch,”

“.. ok,” Marinette curls up in the chair Tikki coming to lie beside her. With not much strength to fight it, Marinette falls asleep while she can.

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Taglist? nope don’t have one, horrible at keeping track of them sorry~

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug fic #miraculous fanfic #miraculous marinette #Marinette #badass marinette #batfam #daminette #good adrien #slow burn

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ffangirlingsince2001 · 4 years

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Kinktober: Day 3, Hatefuck

Loki x Reader

He doesn’t have a reason to hate, in fact everyone loves you, but what happens when that hate is confronted.

Warnings: language, angst, smut,

Part 2 Part 3

He had despised her for as long as he could remember. From the moment she had stepped into the compound, Tony leading the way, he hadn’t trusted a single thing she had said. She had eyes more devious than the devil and a smirk to match. She had shaken his hand with the confidence of a goddess and sent him a wink to rival a courtesan. His muscles angrily shifted against his bones as he fought his instinct to get away from her.

The worst part of it all was that everyone seemed to like her. Everyone had gravitated to her in an instant. Even Bucky, who didn’t seem to like anyone, could be found at her side. He did his best not to grimace when she sat beside him or rant about her when everyone else was drunk out of their minds, he tried to not even mention it in the reports he sent in monthly. The one time he had Fury had brought him and questioned him about the feeling, hitting every feeling that churned in his stomach with facts to dissuade him. He had kept his mouth shut since then, seething in silence. The only person he dared to share his feelings with was Thor, who at least seemed slightly concerned.

It didn’t matter if she was doing everything perfectly or royally fucking everything up, he hated her. His dreams were filled with the idea of choking her until she turned blue, making her bleed until her skin lost color, making her scream until her lungs couldn’t take it any longer. Of course, he didn’t act on anything of the sort. If he even attempted his ass would be back in prison faster than she could raise an arm to defend herself. The closet he got was training. At first, he had avoided it all together, not daring to even look at her lest he be tempted to rip her apart; but now, he embraced it. Any chance he had he was on the mat, throwing her against the padded ground with as much force as he dared. She fought against him tooth and nail, grinning all the while. He tried to break bones, bruise her past recognition but she always seemed to slip away with a twinkle in her eye.

And then, as if to mock him, she would compliment him on his fight before disappearing with a group of interns who congratulated her for keeping up with a god. Normally, he would destroy something after that, adrenaline shooting through his nerves until his knuckles were busted and bloody and at least one wall is covered in dents that he wouldn’t bother explain.

And now they were partners, through and through. He had begged and pleaded, threatening Stark with everything he had, but there was nothing he could say that would change the man's mind. He had threatening to burn down Stark towers, but Tony was having none of it. Now, as they sat atop a building in Southern Germany he wanted nothing more than to push her off. Her hair was brushing against his face as she stared through the scope. She didn't even notice.

"Tie your hair up," he snapped, and she glanced over her shoulder, grinning at him.

"Sorry," she replied, brushing the hair behind her ear but with a smile like that he didn't believe a word she said. He continued to glare at her, even as she returned to the scope, and then when she pulled away, brow scrunched in annoyance. "Do you have a problem with me?" she snapped, and he almost wanted to laugh at the audacity. He didn't bother answering such a question, if she was really that stupid, he had more than one reason to despise her. “Hey, I asked you a question, just because you’re some god doesn’t mean you get to just ignore me,” she snapped, grabbing his arm with questionable confidence. He returned the gesture and slammed her against the electrical box beside them. She squirmed against his arm, but he didn’t let up.

“Fucking drop it.”

“Fuck you, Loki. I haven’t done anything.”

“I said, fucking drop it.” There was a beat of silence before someone spoke through their cons, asking if the pair were okay. She shoved him away and returned to her sniper.

Fifteen minutes later they were sitting on the hellicarrier, glaring at one another from across the deck. She had shot the target and now they were free to go home, and as far from one another as they possibly could. He couldn’t believe she didn’t know what his problem was, but the longer he sat there he wasn’t exactly sure if he knew what the problem was either. He was in Stark tower as fast as his legs would take him, ignoring Stark’s request for a report, and darting towards his room.

Meanwhile, Y/N was following him at breakneck speed, even daring to shove an unsuspecting intern out of her way. When she reached his door she slammed her fist against it, rehearsing the string of curses she was going lay out for him the moment he opened the door.

When he didn’t answer she resorted to slamming her foot against it, denting the door with each well-placed kick.

Inside, Loki was grinding his teeth with each attack on the last layer that was protecting her from her demise. She was screaming at him now, drawing attention to herself, as if this whole ordeal wasn’t bad enough. Finally, with great irritation he allowed her. She stumbled forward and quickly took a fighting stance he was used to seeing.

“You’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on right now, or I swear I’m going to make you forget you’re a god.” He took a long step forward, eyes narrowing with each second that passed through the tension.

“Make me forget I’m a god?” he asked with a chuckle and she aimed a kick at his jaw. It should have shattered the bone, it should have done enough to send his mind spiraling, but with a swift hand he caught her ankle and twisted. She fell to the ground with a cry. “Make me forget I’m a god?” he repeated stepping towards her as she scrambled away. “I think you forget who you’re playing with little girl.” She pulled herself up by his bedframe and leaned on the ankle that had suffered his attack.

“I haven’t done anything.”

“You’ve done everything,” he snarled grabbing her arm and tossing her against the wall. The paintings Thor had hung for him shook at the force and she cried out in pain.

“Tell me, tell me what I’ve done.” He grabbed her chin to answer but words failed him. She had done nothing, merely coexisted with him and yet he felt nothing but hatred.

Maybe that’s why he kissed her.

She squirmed away from him, hands pushing against his chest. He grabbed her hair, pushing her closer until he found it hard to breathe. Gasping for air, he pulled away, hands still pressing against. She glared at him and aimed a punch that he caught.

“I’m going to show you exactly why I’m a god,” he snarled placing himself between her legs. She swallowed and he grinned.

Everything that happened after that was nothing but hatred.

When he slammed her body against the drywall, he forced every ounce of anger he had been forced to hide into the move. She cried out but respond with a similar force, grabbing his arms and bruising his back against the dresser. His backbone cried out in protest and he flipped her onto the bed, climbing over top of her. He took her wrists and held them above her head, fingers tightening until the fingers curled from the blood loss. Her knee found his chest and he stumbled back.

“What the fuck?” she yelled standing up from the bed with as much dignity as she could manage with her shirt half torn off. “First you hate me and now you’re all over me.”

“Last time I check, you kissed back,” he taunted, enjoying the scandalized look on her face. A beat of silence passed as she tried to come to terms with the situation. He smirked when she moved forward, hiding the disappointment that she was leaving, until she grabbed his collar and kissed him.

He could feel her anger too. She wanted to be accepted by everyone, especially him, and by the way she was kissing him, she thought this would do the trick.

“I fucking hate you,” she muttered against his lips, nails digging into his skin until thin rivers of blood ran down his shoulders. He shoved her away and ran a hand over the wound. The red collected in the lines of his hands, pooling in the center of his palm. She watched him like a cornered wolf, leaping away when he attacked, dragging her towards the sheets. She fought against the contact, hands grabbing hold of flesh, not to push it away but to pull it closer against her better judgement.

Her shirt went first, or what was left of it. She was all tan skin, taught muscle and heavy breathing. His blood caked the fingernails that were clutching his shirt, doing their best to remove the clothing. He picked her up and pushed her against the wall once more, yanking her pants to the floor before wrapping her legs around his waist. The drywall dented when he slammed into her, residue drifting into their hair until it was a blizzard to match the frigid words that passed between their lips.

He wanted to rip her apart as she gasped around him, fingers clawing at her skin. She returned the favor, drawing intricate designs into the skin that hadn’t been damaged by a thousand more worthy opponents. It was a conflicting symphony of noises, the agony of pleasure ringing out over the proclamations of ongoing hatred.

To admit enjoyment was to lose and so all moans become a declaration of agony. Gasps drifted into screams and smiles became winces. Caresses were replaced by claws and when the climax came and went it was filled with anger, wishing more than anything to deny that it had ever occurred.

He dropped her to the ground, not bothering to watch as she pulled on her pants, panting against the feeling of emptiness. He was colder than before, not even her hot breath against his back could warm him.

“Get out,” he mumbled.

“I would like nothing more,” she snapped, marching out of the room without picking up her shirt. The door slammed behind her, sliding into place awkwardly because of the dents that had began their encounter.

He was glad she was gone, ecstatic in fact, and yet he wanted nothing more than to bring her back and rip her apart again.

#Loki Laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #Loki Angst #loki #loki x reader angst #loki x reader smut #loki x reader fluff #kinktober #hatefuck

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padme-parker · 4 years

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Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 5)

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: Anakin realizes that he is falling for you, hard. He doesn’t want to hurt Padme, so instead, he distances himself from you.

Warnings: a couple of curse words, mentions of cheating, my writing

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Initially this was supposed to be ch 4.5 cause I started writing this when I was halfway thru with the original ch 5. but shit happens so here we are. p.s. I pulled this out of my ass so sorry if its bad.

read chapter 4 here

“took a minute, but I figured it out. The problem with me is you.” - Problem With You by Sabrina Claudio

You practically bolted out of the ship once Anakin landed it, not wanting to face the consequences of your actions. It was stupid really, pining after someone you couldn’t have. I shouldn’t have reciprocated his kiss. The thought of it alone was selfish, stealing away the husband and soon-to-be father from Padme. Your task was to save the universe, by any means necessary. Well, Fury did suggest that I get close to him. But he also said to not do anything to drastically change their timeline. But it just doesn’t make sense. How was I supposed to befriend him without changing the timeline? For all I know, my arrival here has already severely altered their timeline.

You went to your room while Obi wan and Yoda went to a meeting, Anakin was nowhere to be found. You sat yourself on the edge of your bed, hands roughly combing through your hair. All you wanted for Anakin was from him to be happy. Of course, you could accept the fact that maybe it wouldn’t have anything to do with you, if only that were true. In the short time you’ve been on Coruscant, you’ve noticed something change in him. But you didn’t know him, the real him. The only version of him that you knew was the one that existed on screen; The one who loved his wife so much, that he turned his back on the ones he loved the most to save her. Only to ultimately lead her to her demise.

The Anakin you were getting to know was different, in a good way, yet he was still so complicated. After training, you would eat together, whether it was in the cantina or at Dex’s, it was always the two of you. Some nights, he would come to your room to talk. And you let him. You let him rant about how unfair the council was, the pressure of being the chosen one- whatever he had to say, you listened to him. He did his best to express his emotions to you, but still got overwhelmed by them. At times, neither of you knew what to do. So you both sat in a comfortable silence, the mere presence of each other was enough for the both of you. Sometimes the two of you sat outside of the temple, watching the sunset as the nightlife emerged. Other times you would sit outside in the garden, meditating together. You’ve gotten to see the side of Anakin that no one really knew. Well besides Obi wan, Ahsoka, and Padme. You have yet to meet Padme., only hearing whispers of her from the other Jedi.

While you did train under Obi wan and Anakin, you rarely got to see Ahsoka. After coming to Coruscant, she became Plo Koon’s temporary padawan so that Anakin didn’t have to train the two of you at the same time. Although it wasn’t the same as completely leaving the Jedi Order, you could tell how much it affected Anakin. As you sat on your bed you couldn’t help the question that came to your mind. When it comes down to it, will I be the reason he falls?

Anakin is already in the room when you show up for training. There are no remarks or comebacks made as the two of you prep, just pure silence. Silence, was something that you hated. It was different from the sunset-watching silence you always shared. This was tense, heavy, and just straight up unbearable. Your movements were awkward as you took out your lightsaber and got into a fighting stance.

“So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?” You said, breaking the silence, not realizing you had just quoted Poe.

Anakin glares at you before responding, “There’s nothing to talk about.” He ignites his lightsaber and stalks towards you.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like yesterday didn’t happen.” You replied, gripping your lightsaber in both hands as you ignited it.

“I’d rather not think about it. Now be quiet and focus.” He said, swinging his saber only for you to block his attack. You complied and trained with him in silence, save for the occasional grunt that you let out.

As the minutes passed, you grew more tired as Anakin’s actions became assertive. He began swinging his saber more aggressively, the pace so fast you almost couldn’t keep up. He was going to back you into the corner if he didn’t stop.

“Anakin, stop!” You pleaded. Your words seemed to have no effect on him as he continued, his eyebrows scrunching together as he knocked your saber out of your hand. He raises his lightsaber, ready to strike you down. With no weapon in hand and no way out, you use the force to push him back.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” You screamed at him once he was a good feet away from you.

Anakin wanted to tell you the truth. That loving you was his problem. That with each passing day, the feelings he had felt so many years for Padme, had nearly diminished. With your arrival, it felt like he had been reborn. He began to see life in a new light, maybe even cherished it more. And deep down, he knew that you were always meant to be his, and he was always meant to be yours. At night he would lie awake thinking of you, of what your lives could’ve been like together. Oh, how he would curse and scream at the stars for this twisted fate. But Anakin knew that he couldn’t be with you, no matter how much he wanted you.

He hated himself for being unfaithful to Padme, and in return he directed his internalized anger towards you, the source of his problems.

“You. Are. My. Problem.” He said, accusingly pointing his finger at you whilst stepping closer with each word he said.

“ME? I’m your problem?”

“Yes, you!.” He replied, pausing while trying to think of something to say. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it isn’t going to work. You’re trying to stray me away from my path. I will not indulge in your activities. I am loyal to the Jedi Order and my duties.” Anakin felt bad, he truly did. He didn’t want to lead you on, but it seemed like it was already too late.

“You're the one who kissed me!” How ironic, he’s only loyal to the Jedi, but apparently not to his wife.

“Because you seduced me!” He countered.

“I did no such thing.” You replied. “It wasn’t my fault that you saw me swinging my saber and got turned on. That’s on you Anakin. Also, if you have so many problems with training me, why don’t you ask the Council to swap you out for someone else?”

He opens his mouth, as if he’s going to reply, but it quickly shuts.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You pick up your saber and exit the training room.

Now alone, he lays on the floor, with his limbs sprawled out while mindlessly staring at the ceiling. He knows that he’s just ruined every chance, no matter how small or big, of being with you in the future. Anakin could only beg the makers that one day, some very distant day, or possibly in another life, that the two of you would’ve been together.

You waste no time calling Fury when you return to your room. The device takes a while trying to connect with FRIDAY back on Earth, but she alerts Fury, along with Tony and Peter, that they had an incoming call from you.

Three faces pop up onto the hologram, Peter was basically screaming at you. You quickly greeted him back before telling them what just happened, or well the shortened version of what happened.

“I fucked up.”

“What do you mean fucked up?” Tony asks.

“Okay, so Fury, you know how like you told me to get close to Anakin-- but not really that close. Just close enough so that he could y’know, slaughter his fellow Jedi and the younglings but not me. And then he would eventually become big bad Daddy- oops hehe, sorry I meant Darth. Darth Vader. And kill all of these people with his extremely cool but extremely dangerous weapon. But not close enough that it would alter their timeline. Which doesn’t really make sense if you think about it. Like how do I get close to him without getting close to him, y’know? Also how am I supposed to know where Thanos-'' Your rambling gets cut off by Fury.

“Get to the point.” He says.

“Right…. so…. like I said, I did something and I fucked up. He basically wants nothing to do with me now.” You replied.

“I don’t care. Do whatever you need to do to get back on his good side. Use one of those mind tricks you learned if you need to.”

“Those won’t work on him.” You sighed, your body hunched over as you tried to think of possible solutions.

“Then do what you need to, or else I’ll be forced to take you off the mission. I don’t want to repeat myself again” Fury hands the device to Tony, “I’ll give you some time to speak with her. But I expect a plan the next time you call.” He says before leaving the room.

“So, how’s life over there treating you, Star?” Tony asks. “What happened between you and.. what do you call him? Flyguy? No, umm-”

“Listen, I don’t really want to talk about it. But besides that, it’s been okay. Not really different from back home. I wake up, eat, train, eat, explore, eat again, then go to sleep. Basically the same routine. The food here is alright, nothing compared to what I was eating back at home. But I’m grateful that they're giving me food and shelter.” The rest of your night was filled with chatter and laughter, the previous events from the grueling day slowly drifting away from your mind.

It’s been two weeks since Anakin had confronted you, and almost nothing had changed. Well except for those couple of days where you thought he had taken up on your suggestion, only for him to show up for a day of training then leave again. The first day he was gone, you thought nothing of it. Only that he might’ve needed some space. But another day passed and there was still no contact from him. Of course you could’ve taken this issue up to the Jedi Council, but what were they going to do? Offer to switch out Anakin for a Jedi Master? No, you wouldn't allow that to happen. Instead you tried to reach out to him using the bond you two shared, only to find yourself blocked off from the connection.

Without Anakin by your side, it felt as though you became vulnerable to your emotions and the dark side. More specifically, you could feel someone lingering in your head. It certainly wasn’t Anakin. This person, the force around them was dark. They commanded respect, power, and fear. The day they intruded your head was the very day you began having nightmares.

Your body was sprawled on the ground, as if someone had pushed you back. The ground is hardened, it makes you let out a groan. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you noticed the two figures in the distance. You could only see them below their collarbones, their faces were blurred.

One of them wore a dark robe while the other was wearing ordinary civilian clothing. It seemed like the two of them were arguing, particularly, they were arguing about you.

“You will not take her from me!” The man in the robe declared.

“She was never yours.” The other man calmly replied, his hands held up showing he did not want to fight, hoping the robed man would comply. He doesn’t, instead he stretches out his hand, using the force to bring the man into his grasp. He turns around the civilian, so that they are both facing you, and forces him to his knees.

“If I can’t have her, then you can’t either.” It was like time began to slow as he said those words. You could hear yourself sharply intake air as the man takes out his saber. All life around you goes to a standstill as you see a red light illuminate your surroundings, a blade protruding from the man's lower stomach. The sound of your own blood pumping is loud, but not as loud as the gasps emitting from the wounded man.

“KAZ!” You screamed, calling out for the man. It was then you realized that this person wasn’t you. You certainly didn’t know anyone with that name. Or perhaps this was someone you had yet to meet.

The robed figure retracts his saber, Kaz’s body falling in front of him. If you acted quickly, you could retrieve his body and save him.

“You see, Kaz. My intention from the beginning was to kill you. However, I think I’d like to watch you suffer instead.” That voice, it sounded so familiar, yet you couldn’t place your finger on who it was.

“What do you mean?” Kaz uttered weakly.

The man gave no response, only a glance towards Kaz before he began making his way towards you.

“No, stay away from her!” He pleaded.

The glow of his red saber became more clear then closer he got to you. The last thing you see is his saber coming your way before everything fades to black.

That night, you woke up drenched in sweat and panting as if you had just ran a marathon. If there was one thing that you understood, it was the fact that the force didn’t want you here. Your destiny was supposed to be fulfilled on Earth. Only time could tell you the consequences for trying to interfere. But you didn’t care, you were going to do whatever you could to save your friends.

Read chapter 6 here

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blushing-titan · 3 years

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Eren as a father and Ymir as a mother motives theory never made sense. They were represented as emotionally stunned children in paths doing the Rumbling, not as adults. Ymir never cared about her children, she doomed them to suffer after her VERY SHITTY AND SELFISH CHOICE TO DIE because her abuser didn't return her "love". That was clear before Eren revealed it. She saved him and abandoned her children. She never gave a single fuck about them. She was always looking at HIM. (1)

For his part, Eren reverted to a child, talked about the sights with Armin which foreshadowed his motivation was mixed with his mental fuckery and timeless perspective. Dina and bird twist were foreshadowed via memory shards earlier. Krueger went on a rant about protecting Armin and Mikasa (and the "others") to Grisha. We've always known who Eren prioritized above all. Last chapter offered no twists, only confirmations. The story was always about EMA, Historia never had a place in the climax.

Hi! Thank you very much for writing 😀 I put my reply under the cut, so people who scroll down while searching tags don’t have problems with my long post (...because I feel like, unfortunetely, it’s gonna be another stream of conciousness from me, sorry about that 😅)

I really like your take on the "emotionally stunned children in paths" imaginery - I fully agree that it's a nicely-done symbolism!

To me, the whole Ymir sacrificed herself because of her unrequited love was not at all as clear and obvious as you say - especially before Eren revealed it. I still have a lot of problems with this plot twist, and how Ymir's feelings towards Fritz were portrayed in the end.

With the amount of abuse and mistreatment the king put her through, many fans tried to come up with different theories as to why Ymir kept on serving him. The way I interpreted it, after seeing her tortured expression over and over in many panels, was that she stayed by his side because of fear and emotional damages. With the way she was living, I was not surprised that she sacrificed herself, too - I thought that she honestly had enough, which added to the tradgedy of how she still couldn't find peace after that, and kept on being enslaved in paths.

I saw many takes and theories on her motives, but I don't think I've ever seen anyone betting on she was actually in love before ch. 139. I probably didn't search good enough, but again - with what I saw in the manga, I would have never bet on that either. My point is - before ch. 139 (...and after it too, in my opinion) Ymir was a walking mystery with unclear motives, so there were a lot of theories. Therefore, I disagree that the "parents" theory could never work - it obviously doesn’t work now, after ch. 139, but before that, her motivation could be anything really. I still wish it was something else, because what we got was too vague and problematic, in my opinion.

I simply dislike Ymir's conclusion. I feel like there was so much potential in her backstory and motives + a few different ways to tie it back with different plotpoints and characters in the end to make it more meaningful, but what we got was a brief: She was in love with the person who abused her, I know it sounds unbelievable but I couldn't look deeper into her heart, so we have to take it as it is.

In general - I can't brush it off, but to me it feels like Ymir's end goal was rushed, not explored properly, and almost pulled out of nowhere. Unfortunately, I feel the same about Mikasa's involvement in lifting the titan's curse. Don't get me wrong - I'm not at all against her becoming the hero. Quite the opposite, I was rooting for her since the beginning, and hoped to see her develop and have a big moment, but this...this honestly also felt pulled out of nowhere and, in my eyes, didn't do Mikasa justice at all. I wish there was more proper build-up and foreshadowing done so I (...and, from what I've seen, a huge portion of fans) wouldn't feel that way, but here we are.

As for the Eren/Armin conversation, I like how they got to "see" the world together, even though just as a visualisation in the paths. My problem is the [...] Eren reverted to a child, talked about the sights with Armin which foreshadowed his motivation was mixed with his mental fuckery and timeless perspective part. Again, this should have been forshadowed (...and developed in general!) much sooner - not in the final chapter, right before we learn about this controversial motivation of his.

Instead, for many chapters, we were lead to believe that Eren was acting with his original goals and personal motivations in mind; that he had some character developement which caused him to start thinking his actions through, stop acting so impulsively - and finally, that he had a plan in mind, or at least was acting out of his own free will.

If you've never seen him in this light and his motivation/behaviour seemed in character in the last chapter to you - that's fine, all power to you! But if such a big portion of the fanbase felt otherwise (me included), then it means that there were some writing issues that led to this.

The Dina situation should have been explored more, as well. It's a huuuge plot twist, which puts our MC's motovations in an entirely new light, and creates quite a few additional plot-related questions. The way we're shown the situation: Berthold couldn't die just yet, so Eren directed Dina somewhere else, which ended up being his house.

...why not anywhere else? He could literally send her back outside the wall. On top of that - did he seriously sacrifice his mother in favour of his friends? I'd really like more information on this, but the topic is cut basically as soon as it appears. I find it especially unnatural, considering the way further dialogue goes:

Eren tells Armin about how he caused his mother's demise. Armin makes a terrified face, but drops the topic, smiles and casually proceeds with: "Let's go, Eren" - like his friend didn't just reveal one of the most controversial plot twist in the series. No, who'd want to hear an elaboration on that - better talk about Mikasa, so instead we get the entire (in my eyes - really forced) Eremika-themed talk. The priorities...

About the bird thing...if I remember correctly, there were three shards revolving around this theme. Two of them just show birds flying, one of them shows Falco from bird’s perpective. Sure, now that we know that some random bird in the end pecked on Mikasa's scarf, we can kiiiiiind of connect it to the Falco's shard...but honestly, why was Eren's soul transferred into some random bird after his death? On top of that, a bird that was already existing in the world while he was still alive, as a human...did that bird’s conciousness just go poof! one day, for Eren to take the vacant spot? Should we also look for other deceased titan shifters in barns or birdhouses? 😅 I can’t believe I’m overthinking it this hard...😆

That's some three-eyed-parasitic-jeager stuff, for sure.

Jokes aside, I guess what I'm trying to say is that foreshadowing is fun and great, but it should go hand in hand with proper developement - and, in my opinion, the examples above kinda lack it (...ok, I'd let the "bird Eren" thing slide because whatever, I don't feel the need to be that serious about it, it could stay ambigous in my opinion - but I'd definitely want some more closure as for the Dina situation or Ymir’s motivations and inner thoughts)

I've always said that Armin and Mikasa were two of Eren's closest friends - or, even more, the only people he considered family. I've also never believed that he would ever willingly sacrifice them, as some people theorized (...though guess what, now that I know what happened to his mother, I have to rethink my reasoning). I understand that EMA are the main characters, and was expecting that the story's conclusion will be tied to them somehow, but definitely not at the expense of logical character and story developement (...and sorry - to me the ending just felt that way).

As for Historia: if she was never supposed to be important in the end, then, in my eyes, it's a very poorly guided plotline that only led to unecessary drama in the fanbase. Why make her situation look sus with things such us:

Incorrect conception date,

The emphasis on how she didn't marry the father of her baby (...only to reveal in ch. 139 that she, in fact, did that),

The mysterious, cloaked figure observing her talking to the farmer,

The whole talk with Eren in ch. 130, and Eren thinking back to it while talking with Zeke.

All the Historia/Ymir parallels.

Seriously, what was the point? It would be so easy to simply make the situation clear. Why not just make Historia admit to Eren in ch. 131: "yes, I'm already pregnant with the farmer's baby - I did it to save myself."? Why not cut the bs with the "she didn't marry him" - because, in all honesty, what did that information bring into the story, aside from confusion and "misunderstanding" - and just make them married, instead? Even better - why not have at least one panel showing Historia and farmer being at least somehow affectionate with each other? Why not let go of all this retconned stuff and use these panels for shelling out other plotpoints?

The theories didn't come out of nowhere - they were based on what was shown in the manga. People wouldn't be disappointed with Historia's conclusion if it was never implied that she was still somehow important. We may argue about it back and forth, but the truth is - when so many people collectively "misunderstand" a certain plotline to this extent, then it means there had to be some storytelling issues that led them to this - simple as that.

To sum it up, I'm happy that you enjoyed the chapter and found it logical and satisfying. I absolutely don't want to take that away from you, or make you change your mind, but I also can't help the fact that I don't see it in the same light as you. You say that the final chapter offered no twists, only confirmations - to me, it was pretty much the opposite. Still, I wanted to thank you for taking the time to write your thoughts, and sorry it took me so long to reply! Hope you're having a nice day 😄

#snk 139 #aot spoilers #snk spoilers #answered

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luvbotclub · 4 years

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stay — part one: mark lee.

it’s not me, it’s you— you had a change of heart. what kind of change of heart was that and why didn’t feel it? or in which mark doubts himself as an idol, a boyfriend, and a person.

content warning for angst, i’m sorry markzens. 4,867 words.

this can be read as x reader or x oc since i didn’t give mark’s girlfriend a name (this applies to the other parts as well). the other parts may be a little delayed since i’m working on some other fics as well, but i’ll try my best to finish this series! i hope you will enjoy reading this one :D

the sun was shining outside his window. the sunlight seeped through his silk curtains, and for some reason, mark lee didn't feel like sliding them aside and welcoming the april warmth with open arms today, or any other day to be honest. he didn't bother getting up and cooking himself some delicious breakfast, nor did he get up and at least fix his appearance a little bit. he was so disheartened to do anything ever since she left.

but mark has been feeling less like... well, mark nowadays, so there was no question as to why he was acting the way he is. but who could blame him? almost five months has passed and he has made close to no progress with moving on from her. her departure and the demise of them has impacted mark in the worst ways there is to exist.

mark has managed to go out with taeyong and jaehyun for some coffee two days prior to this unfortunate saturday morning without somehow making everyone around him feel burdened by his troubled presence.

mark hated that feeling the most ㅡ the feeling that he’s slowly becoming a burden to the people around him. and perhaps he is, indeed, starting to become a burden to the people around him.

he's tried. he's tried so hard. but it hurts, so so much. the feeling of her warm embrace and the sound of her laugh and the way she smiles are all fucking imprinted in his mind. there was no escape from her torturous murder. the poison she uses is cutting into his skin… slowly, leaving a trail of rotten memories behind.

maybe if she hadn't left him so harshly, mark would've dealt with her farewell a lot better than he is doing right now. maybe, just maybe, if she hadn't been so cruel enough to just tell him straight in the face that it's not me, it's you, you had a change of heart; mark would've forgiven himself faster. his chest would have been filled with something other than guilt and confusion to what he's done wrong, why did she leave, who made her leave, what kind of fucking change of heart was that and why in fuck's name didn't he feel it.

mark has tried to spend more time with her. he really did try, but success came for his group faster than nct and sm entertainment had expected, and he trained longer in the practice room for six days per week for their tour and comeback to make a bigger impact than before. but, in the end, when he's back in their shared apartment, it feels like everything he did wasn't enough. the awards he won, the effort he put into dancing, each lyric he sings out every blurred, sweaty night just for millions to hear. they weren't enough to make her smile reach her eyes. they weren't enough to make her satisfied with him.

they weren't enough for her to stay.

sometimes, mark would think. maybe he's really the one to the blame. maybe he should have just taken more breaks and spent more time with her ― cook lunch with her, cuddle with her on the couch, give her massages while she ranted and ranted about the rude customers at her workplace, the marais. maybe, instead of sweating and singing his heart out, he could have stayed home. maybe he should have been a better boyfriend. maybe he wasn't good enough.

for the past few days, mark's mind has been filled with maybe's and what if's and i'm never going to be good enough's. it was strange. he felt all this remorse ― he even blamed himself because he was doing what he had been wanting to do for a long time ― and all this confusion because of a girl who has sent his friends snapchats of her playing just dance with her workmates a day after she said goodbye, because of a girl who left him on a living room floor with a heart that fell into pieces and the echoes of his pleas for her to please stay with me in each corner of the room ㅡ haunting him, crawling to his skin like the remnants of a bad dream.

it was selfish for mark to think, nor to say aloud, but a despicable part of him wished she felt somewhat guilty for leaving him behind in the dust like this ㅡ or even be concerned about his well being. but no. she left in the first place without a care ㅡ why would she care about whatever’s happening in mark’s mind, now that she has a great life without an idol boyfriend who's always dragging her down?

but today. today. it felt like the day to start living his life again, to live like mark lee who could make people smile just by the sound of his laugh alone. he's disappeared for exactly two weeks from television appearances, family dinners, and friendly get-togethers ㅡ even company parties, he couldn't attend. he was in the stage of denial in the first week, like he was mourning over a death of a loved one. fans have left comments, questions as to why he disappeared all of a sudden all over nct’s twitter and instagram pages and they’ve started to worry whether mark was doing okay or not. his family grew concerned for his well-being, so did his fellow members. they sent him food with stupid little hearts taped to the lunchbox (taeil once sent him naengmyun, along with a paper heart with a classy dad joke and his well wishes scribbled on it). they sent him encouraging messages almost everyday ― the fans, his family, his fellow members. they're all there for him, because they knew that mark isn't okay.

mark decided to get up from his bed an hour after he finished the piece of toast and cup of coffee he both made in a haste. he didn’t even bother putting anything along with the toast, and it was burnt. everyday, his breakfast gets worse. but he needed to put something in his stomach ― he's not going to be in this state forever and he still needed to take care of himself.

mark's grip on the plate was tight, knuckles white as he rested the ceramic plate on the sink. he turned his head after washing his hands and saw the shoe and coat rack by the front door. it was strange to see her newly bought pair of nikes and her ivory coat gone from the racks ― they were her least favoured articles of clothing. maybe she could have left them with him, so he could have something that reminds him of her presence.

but, no. that's way too cruel, isn't it? she did mark a favour of not leaving a single trace of her behind, even as little as a speck of dust from her belongings or a smear of her red lipstick on his favourite white mug. she knew she was practically death itself to him ― her name a lethal spoken curse, her scent a guilty pleasure, her voice a melody so deadly. to love her will be a death wish, but he feels and loves her without a single trace of fear that it'd harm him one day. he loves her. every inch, every night spent watching stupid random shows in the tv, every kiss, every parent joke they've cracked together. he misses them. he misses her. and sometimes he didn't even care if it were his fault or hers ― because either way, she'll still leave an empty shell in his chest, a shell that longed to be filled with her love again.

mark lee never thought it was possible for his heart to ache for someone so much.

he closed his eyes and breathed out a heavy sigh, wanting nothing more than to scream out his frustrations and drink some good fucking coffee right now. but the coffee maker was broken, and mark didn't feel like going out to town and buying a new one. it might sound like it was a stupid reason and he knew perfectly well of the fact, but he doesn't want everyone to see him like this... whatever he is right now.

is he even human at this point? he feels like someone ripped half of his body and soul and he just feels the opposite of the caring mark everybody adored. he feels like he doesn't even have a heart beating right now as his eyes are closed to the darkness — just an empty chest and an empty head.

mark wants to be somewhere else other than this damn apartment. it was way too depressing and he finally got sick of being burdened by it all — it was way too exhausting to be so burdened all the time, to have your head weighed down by thoughts of what could have happened. maybe he can go to a clear field with a nice, baby blue sky, or the coffee house in town where soft jazz played. he didn’t even like jazz. maybe anywhere, just to get away from this place. even the recording studio sounded inviting right now.

the roar of mark's ringtone ripped through the silent room, and it took him a few seconds to recover from the small jumpscare he got before he grabbed his phone that was in his sweatshirt pocket. mental note: put your phone in silent mode next time.

it was a text from jeno.

[jeno]: hi hyung. you up for coffee later with jaemin later? XD

mark suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the emoticon. jeno could be really ridiculous (and cringy) sometimes, yet he couldn’t ignore the letters that were practically glowing at his eyes, screaming for his reply to be fuck yes i am up for this, but as mark was somewhat in mid reply (and it was an awfully nonchalant yeah, sure with no stupid emoji to support his message), his fingers stopped typing.

would it be worth it, though? he doesn't even have the mental energy to go out and buy his own food, let alone go out for coffee (even though he's succeeded once...). a small part of him felt bad for jeno. all the boy wanted was to drink coffee with his members, but mark's fucking sadness is stopping him. it's not even jeno's fault mark turned out like this these past few weeks.

after a few seconds of contemplating, mark continued typing his message, feeling a little afraid of making jeno think he was uninterested.

[me]: yeah, sure. 😃 can you pick me up?

he tapped the send button, instantly regretting that he added the smiling emoji at the end (because now he sounds so enthusiastic to go, even if a part of him really did) and the fact that he just asked his friend to do him yet another favour. mark felt bad for jeno, he really did, but he didn't even know where the coffee shop was, and, knowing mark, he gets lost sometimes because the boy had no sense of direction whatsoever. jeno's response came a few seconds after, which amazed mark for a bit since jeno was never the fastest replier.

[jeno]: geez, hyung 😒

[jeno]: i'll be there around 1, jaem had to run some errands so he’ll be a lil late. see you later!!!

feeling relieved jeno didn't pry any more into the subject, mark locked his phone and put in his sweatshirt pocket. he felt more fresh, somehow, he felt like his steps won't be heavy and that his life will actually improve today. like an imaginary weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. maybe he should treat jeno and jaemin with lunch one day, if the day went well.

after a few hours of sitting in the sofa and listening to a bunch of songs taeyong has sent him over the past few days, mark went to take a nice, warm shower and changed into his “outside” clothes (...which were the same as his stay-in clothes) and waited for jeno and jaemin outside his locked home, foot tapping on the pavement out of habit.

as promised through his text, jeno arrived at mark's place at the same time when the clock in mark's phone read 1:00 pm. mark felt like grabbing jeno and giving him the biggest hug he's ever given to another member once he jumped off of the black van he arrived in ㅡ the boy's done so much for him ㅡ sending lunchboxes, agreeing to meet up with him in 3am nights where mark couldn't sleep at all, and, now, agreeing to pick mark up right on time even if he probably had million of things going through his mind right now, with nct dream's comeback slowly approaching them.

“hey, hyung,” greeted jeno, brown hair swept to the side messily. after a very long time, there was a genuine smile on mark's lips ㅡ he was happy to see a familiar face in the midst of this chaos. “you ready to go?”

mark gave the younger man a nod, and pocketed his phone in his pants.

a few minutes of catching up led them to full time story-telling, which is totally typical of the parent-like pair of friends. mark was smiling the whole time, because, again, he was with a familiar face and he hadn't been able to speak his mind to another person for a few days, constantly insecure of what others would think of him and his thoughts.

they were overcome with surprise when the driver pulled up on the pavement since they were too caught up in their conversation to pay attention to their surroundings, signalling that they've arrived in the said café. it seemed like the other cafés he's visited before. it had treats and specials lined up by the baby blue tinted window, ranging from strawberry cream puffs to the manager's favourite mushroom pizza. mark looked at the café’s exterior in astonishment and glanced back at jeno. jeno had good taste.

mark looked at the café one more time. he still had a few moments before they went inside; jeno was taking too damn well to adjust his facemask. it was perfect ㅡ black tables at the patio with white chairs as a contrast, fancy little plants lined up just by the café's entrance.

it was all fun until his eyes darted over to the shop's logo, etched in a fancy script font and a mighty golden colour. the light in mark's eyes faltered and the smile plastered on his face dropped in desultory, as the letters made his throat go dry.

the marais.

singing is a stupid thing now. he doesn't feel like singing a bunch of twisted words just for millions to hear. no. he doesn't feel like doing anything. getting scolded at for not singing a note properly is getting tiresome. constantly redoing certain parts because the producer didn’t like it is getting tiresome. thinking of her at any given opportunity is getting tiresome. doing this, whatever it is... it's tiresome.

“i hope you’re happy today,” came the soft muse of donghyuck through his headset. it was strange that mark felt something strong snap in his chest just because of these words. they were going through the songs in the album and mark didn’t know why he was even required to be here for that — he wasn’t even in make your day.

when he heard his dongsaeng’s verse, he felt like crying again. he’s gotten so bad — this was just all so fucking tiring. all he can think about is the way she looked that day in the café, stunned to see the two tall idols in her sight and soon seeing jaemin rush into the shop without much care if he was causing a ruckus or not. she didn’t think that she would see him ever again, thinking that she’s ran away from all of that, the exhausting world of mark lee and being constantly shoved to the side.

“i'm ― i'm sorry," his voice is weak. the words were strained coming out of his throat. he couldn't breathe, but he had to do this. “i can’t do this. not today, no.”

am i really doing this?

mark's heart skipped a beat. yes.

he removed his headset quickly, the song cutting off just as jaehyun’s part began. mark grabbed his cap and mask from the table and put them on. he felt no feeling of hesitation or remorse from his actions as he stared at the producer and members, all staring back at him and obviously stunned. mark shook his head and turned his back on them, ignoring donghyuck’s tired and annoyed stare burning at the back of his head. he really tried to be okay for one day, but he can't do that. the closure she gave wasn't enough — well, was there ever any closure in the first place? he had to give his own closure, or else he'll explode from all these feelings burning his insides with guilt that he didn't even have to feel in the first place if he just became a better boyfriend, a better person.

“mark, come back here,” taeyong’s tired drawl came, echoing through the halls. mark stopped walking but didn’t face his hyung. “you’re really going to skip a recording just for a girl who doesn’t even want to see you anymore?”

taeyong’s words stung, but mark swallowed and gave a firm, “yes.”

as he walked down the hallways and ignoring the incredulous burning stares of the crew, wondering why the hell he was out in the hall instead of being in the recording studio like his schedule declared so, mark thought of all the things he'll say. they need to make sense or else skipping a recording session will all be for nothing and the scolding from taeyong would make him feel even guiltier for the rest of his entire life. i love you, you heartless prick. no. that's way too blunt. i love you, and i don’t need you to say the same thing. i just want you to say goodbye one last time.

that’s all mark ever wanted.

that’s all mark ever needed.

he called a taxi and immediately got in, telling the driver his destination which was the marais. a frown was evident on the young idol's face as his phone vibrated text message after text message, all either from taeyong or taeil telling him he has the next two hours to get his ass back to the studio or else they were telling the ceo about it. it was tiring. he was debating whether to ignore them or reason it out like the adult he was, because he was feeling annoyed at their lack of understanding and at the same time he just wanted to be mature with them.

both of mark’s options sounded too far out of his reach when the taxi driver suddenly stopped his car and told him they were already at his destination, and he was forced to lock his phone instead, ignoring the constant vibration of the device.

he started shaking as he gave the driver money, and his hands became sweaty when he exited out of the car and slammed the door shut. mark walked over to the café with a heavy heart, his legs wanting nothing more than to retreat to the studio and spare his ego the embarrassment, but he was here now. there was no point in turning back. he’d embarrass himself anyways if he came back to the studio, he could practically hear donghyuck cheekily saying “i told you so” and the small knowing smirk on the younger’s face. mark shuddered at the thought.

as he went through the door of the shop, he instantly got a whiff of the strong coffee they were brewing — their bestseller and the same coffee she used to bring home for mark to drink. the boy only swallowed the fear in his throat and shook the memories off.

he walked up to the counter, legs still shaky as the employee working the cashier looked at him with a bright smile, “um, hi. i’m looking for someone who works here? is—”

“mark?”

mark looked up at the sudden voice, his words cut off halfway. if his heart was already beating fast even before he'd seen her, mark was pretty sure it’d jump right out of his chest as he made eye contact with the woman who got him into this predicament in the first place. he exhaled heavily and bowed his head to the employee behind the cashier, apologizing for the interruption before walking over to her who was standing just by the kitchen door and dressed in the white coat she hated so much. the sight made mark want to go home for some reason.

“what are you doing here?” she laughed nervously as he came closer. “aren’t you busy? i heard you guys are having a comeback?”

mark shook his head, ignoring the urge inside of him to tell her i skipped a recording for you. he knew it wouldn't matter to her anyways. “i’m not busy at all. i just want to talk to you about something. is that okay?”

she nodded yet the look in her eyes clearly said she really didn’t want anything to do with him at all. “sure, do you want to step out for a bit?”

mark only noticed the stares of the customers at the pair of them when she glanced around the room, and he immediately nodded. the last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him and spread rumours (even though he knew that was practically unavoidable at this point—people were already starting to point). she took hold of his hand and led him out of the coffee shop, ignoring the incredulous whispers of everyone.

once they were outside, mark was the first to pull his hand away from her grasp in such a haste. he almost apologized when he saw the brief shock emerge in her face at the brash action, but at this point, he didn’t have time for games anymore — figuratively and quite literally, since he only had an hour left before taeyong and taeil will call the ceo on him.

“so what is it that you want to talk about?”

“i wanted to talk about us,” mark exhaled, finally feeling a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. he saw her face contort a little, obviously displeased at the topic. “i just — you gave your closure. but i didn’t.”

“mark, it’s been months,” she laughed, the sound coming out as breathless. “you still haven’t moved on?”

“how could i do that?” mark started laughing too, albeit humorlessly. he ignored the pang in his chest as he realized that she found the entire situation funny. “everything i see, everyone i talk to. everything reminds me of you. i can’t even do anything right, i can’t even live normally anymore, because i keep thinking, why? why did she break up with me? was i a bad boyfriend?”

“mark— no,” the smile on her face dropped. “you weren’t a bad boyfriend. i just—”

“then why did you tell me i had a change of heart?!” mark was enraged. he didn’t want to be angry. he didn’t mean to raise his voice like that. he didn’t mean to let his tears cascade down his cheeks. he probably looked so pathetic right now, practically seething at the image of himself, tears falling and eyes pleading for an answer, for anything. “i didn’t. i didn’t have a change of heart. if i did then i would have been the one who ended things. if i was such a good boyfriend, then why did you leave me? right when i needed you most?”

mark didn’t even let her open her mouth before he spoke up again, the pain in his voice raw. “i tried so hard. i’ve always tried so hard but you made me feel like i didn’t. i’ve always protected you from everything and everyone. i’ve always defended you. you made me feel like everything i’ve ever done, for myself, for you — they weren’t enough for you. i always thought that maybe i wasn’t good enough to make you stay. i guess i was right, wasn’t i?”

“i was scared,” she answered calmly. “i fell out of love with you and i didn’t want to admit that. it was my fault. all of it. i only said that so i wouldn’t feel terrible about leaving you but i didn’t realize it was too harsh of me to say that right away. i’m sorry, mark, for everything. please stop blaming yourself.”

mark only nodded, wiping at the tears that were on his cheeks and blinking away the ones that threatened to fall. he got what he wanted. he got the truth. he gave his closure. so why did it still hurt? why did it still pain him to see her, looking at him like he was the saddest, most pathetic person to ever exist? the pitiful stare she was giving him made mark feel so sick in the stomach that he had to look away so that the feeling won’t resurface.

“just know,” mark breathed out shakily, fingers trembling and aching to brush the stray hair that fell on her face aside. he bit the inside of his cheek to stop the urge until he tasted blood. “i still love you and i don’t think that will ever change. even if you hurt me. even if you broke my heart so bad to the point that i didn’t know if i’ll be fine by the end of it all. you became a part of my life no matter how bad it got in the end.”

“i love you too, mark,” she smiled warmly and mark knew she was lying straight to his face right now. but he didn’t care. it felt good, strange almost, to hear those words tumble out of her lips again. “i don’t want to leave you like this but i have to go now. i made some plans with a friend. maybe we can hang out together soon? i can call you?”

“it’s okay,” mark shook his head. “i’ll be busy anyways. enjoy your day. thank you for everything.”

he was pretty sure his friends had already deleted her number from his contacts (it was either johnny or donghyuck who did it). after this, he was going to back to the studio and suffer the consequences of his actions, he’d have to put up with the hyung line staring at him with disappointed glints in their eyes during the entirety of the car ride back home and donghyuck bombarding him with questions about what happened once the younger boy has cornered him somewhere in the dorm. but he wasn’t bothered or even annoyed that he’d be experiencing these things soon.

mark was about to turn away and find a taxi when a tall man approached them, his long arms soon snaking around her shoulder and pulling her into an embrace. mark was quite surprised but shook his head — he was going to stop caring about her from now on. whatever business this man had to do with her, he didn’t care.

“who’s this, babe?” the nickname caught mark off guard.

“hyunwoo,” she mumbled under her breath, obviously uncomfortable at the current situation. “this is mark. remember? i told you about him.”

“oh, the idol?” ‘hyunwoo’ turned his head to mark and the shorter boy nodded. “nice to meet you! i heard you’re quite acquainted with my girlfriend here. she told me a lot about you.”

“oh, girlfriend?” mark was surprised at the cool tone of his question. “well, yeah. i used to be quite close with her.”

“we’re not dating or anything,” she tried to laugh off, but the nervous glint in her eyes screamed otherwise. “i’m just friends with hyunwoo. it’s like what it looks like, mark—”

“it’s okay,” mark smiled warmly, looking at her then back at hyunwoo. “i don’t care who you date. it’s not like you owe me an explanation of any sort.”

“i—yeah, of course,” she mumbled to herself, looking down at the ground before looking back up at mark. “it was nice talking to you. we’ll get going now. keep in touch, okay?”

mark nodded and the warm smile on his face didn’t falter even for a second. after the two had walked away, mark stayed in the same spot. he didn’t miss the way the two shared a short kiss before hyunwoo opened the car door for her and helped her inside before hopping in the driver’s seat and driving away. once they were gone, mark’s phone began ringing, calls from taeyong flooding his missed calls.

mark only smiled to himself, pressing the call button on taeyong’s number while his eyes were still fixated on the spot where hyunwoo’s car was previously parked.

i’ll forget about you, someday.

#mark lee #mark lee imagines #mark lee prompt #mark lee angst #nct imagines #nct prompt #nct angst #nct #nct series #( writings )#out of all the parts i think mark's is the least sad #but it's still sad nonetheless

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loeyluvr · 4 years

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Times up (Part 2)

pairing: fem!reader x wooyoung

type: angst + fluff

word count: 2-3k?

Warnings: profanity, mentions of drinking.

Part 1

a/n: sorry it took so long to finally get a part 2 up but she’s here 🥺 lemme know if you like it & send in any requests you may have, and during this quarantine i’ll crank them out hehe <3

You weren’t sure if it was the mix of the alcohol in your system, the pounding of the music causing your head to split or the slow yet cautious words that made your blood run cold, that had you running for the bathroom. The wave of nausea that hit you was as bitter as the salt coating the rim of the drinks that lined the bar. There were tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, the mascara that coated your lashes stinging them just the same. You felt the room spinning as you snaked your way between drunken bodies almost collapsing onto one another.

You were shaken from your haze as you bumped into someone’s chest. You looked up quickly to meet San’s eyes as your first wave of reassurance hit you. His face twisted into confusion as you clung onto him hard as he staggered back, his hand instinctively meeting your back. You buried your head into his shirt the fabric rubbing hard against your already reddened and raw cheeks. The nausea subsiding even for a moment as the long held tears began to slip out. San snuck his arms around your waist quickly as he held you close, sneaking you away from the loud party.

You were whisked into a room now in uncontrollable sobs. The echo of the faded music accompanied by San’s soft comforting mumbles were like a sickening song you didn’t wanna listen to.

“Hey, hey it’s okay angel breathe.” He carefully led you to a bed, handling you as if you were a doll made of glass and you weren’t quite sure if you weren’t at that moment. The bed creaked from your weight as his grasp loosened and you sunk into the cold blankets. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe and frankly you didn’t know if you could. Of course it would be your luck, to run into him at a party of all places. The first time you had been anywhere but home and work. It was just something that would happen to you. You couldn’t help but groan into the pillows as your head felt like it was gonna explode perhaps meeting the same fate as your heart.

“Yeah uh huh get your ass in here.” You heard San whisper shout, into what you assumed to be his phone the feedback causing your ears to sting as you groaned into the covers once more as he mumbled an apology.

“Yeah shes ok just stop yelling and get in here or i will drag your tiny ass down-“ You didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as the click ran through the room followed by San’s sigh.

You sniffled hard catching San’s attention as he tucked the phone into his pocket. His eyes were softer now, his hair a tussled mess from the stressed fingers that danced among the strands, mouth forming a thin line. He wasn’t too far but you soon felt his hands rubbing your back a sign of silent reassurance.

You hated when you were vulnerable in front of others, used to being the one that held everyone else together but the emotions you kept pinned inside for god knows how long flowed out just as quickly as the tears that now stained your cheeks. You could the nausea bubbling in your gut.

You sat up slowly as he withdrew his hand, leaning back against the headboard all while wiping at the mascara you were sure had created rings around your eyes. He didn’t say a word as he waited for you to tell him what the fuck just happened and why a trip to the bathroom left him to find you in your current sobbing state.

You met his eyes once more which were now filled with concern and a mix of confusion, his lip drawn between his teeth as he subtly chewed it.

“Guess who ran into their ex again?” You laughed dryly.

“Baby.” He whispered a frown sitting on his normally goofy complexion.

“Yeah and he pulled me into a room, confessed he still had feelings for me, told me why he wanted to break up in the first place, and to top it all off asked me to get back together all while you were in the bathroom.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding as San’s face twisted into an unreadable expression.

“What a fucking douchebag.” You laughed as you watched the guy who had a stuffed animal collection that he used as bragging rights, threaten to beat up your ex.

The door whisked open and shut all within a blink as your eyes met Joong’s who himself was a disheveled mess. His hands met the same fate as San’s as they were pulled through every firey red strand that survived the multiple bleaches his head endured. San was still in his own world as he ranted on and on into the ear of whoever was listening.

“Was it-?” He asked as you nodded knowingly. And soon you were watching the two men plot your ex’s demise.

“Hey guys calm down.”

“No”

You huffed as you threw your shoe at San who dodged it.

“What was that FOR?”

“For plotting someone’s murder”

“Is it really plotting if I do it?”

“SAN” You yelled throwing your second one, nailing him right in the shoulder.

“Stop throwing things” Hongjoong warned sharing a look between you two as if he was a dad scolding his kids.

“You shouldn’t be on his side.” You said crossing your arms.

“I’m not i’m just saying some of his ideas are good”

“Like throwing him off a balcony?”

“Maybe”

You rolled your eyes out of shoes to throw.

“But realistically can we leave, not to be rude San but this house is giving me a fucking headache.”

“Is it the house or the continent’s?”

“Continent’s?”

“Or is it condiments?”

This comment earning San a slap against the neck along with another glare. “You dumbass it’s contents”

“Dude” San whined as he rubbed the back of his head and neck giving Hongjoong a glare right back.

“Can we just go home.”

“You’re leaving me?” San said suddenly as you began putting your shoes back on, the bed supporting your weight as your free hand balanced on it.

“You live here?” The question itself being rhetorical as you couldn’t believe a grown man was whining about having to stay his house.

“But can we have a sleepover or something I don’t wanna be here until the maids come and clean up.” San muttered his gaze scanning over the shelves as he twiddled his thumbs. Not literally but you were sure he was internally.

“We’re not 10.” You huffed, quipping an eyebrow. “And why can’t you clean it yourself?” You questioned sliding on the second shoe. Before setting both feet on the ground.

“Because that’s what i’m paying them for.” He deadpanned.

“Hongjoong?” You questioned.

“No”

“But why?” San pouted as if he wasn’t a 20 year old man. You found yourself having to make it known how old San was because otherwise you were sure you would mistake him for his mental age of 10.

“Because you have your house and we have ours.” Hongjoong explained so fed up he didn’t even offer a glance in the man’s direction instead typing away on the phone that never left his hands.

You giggled as San began to pester Hongjoong about staying as if he was a child begging for a toy. The mood shifting from a quite serious one to that of a very light hearted and playful one.

“Fine Fine Fine” He said swatting San away, putting the phone in his pocket as he slowly stood up.

“Fucking hell.” He muttered as he stretched his shorter limbs after sitting in the cramped position for as long as he head. Stretching his arms above his head, his shirt slowly rising before the fell at his sides once more.

“You can stay but you’re paying for breakfast.”

“YAY!” San exclaimed as he stood up doing some kind of dance that made you advert your eyes.

“Fucking idiot.” Joong muttered under his breath as he reached around you to grab his discarded coat.

You weren’t sure how you fell asleep or how long you had even slept but the warmth of the sun pouring in through your window and the sound of birds chirping had you awake before you wanted to be. You groaned into your pillows a habit you had picked up.

You wished you could forget him you really did. He put you through so much and yet you just couldn’t walk away scott free. Being with someone for as long as you had just for them to leave at the first sign of danger had your eyes rolling back into your head. All the broken promises and plans now nothing but discarded memories had you pulling your lip between your teeth as your repressed feelings became all too familiar once more.

You thought that’s what you would’ve wanted. A confession, an explanation as to why he didn’t want to be with you. For him to come back and for everything to return to the way it was. But it would never be the same. How could you possibly trust him when he couldn’t even trust you to not break his heart in turn breaking yours.

Sharp knocks on your door whisked you away from your thoughts. You couldn’t even yell in retaliation before the door was pulled open a body landing onto yours.

“San what the fuck?” You yelled muffled by the weight of his ass on your stomach. You pulled the blankets up to your chin as you scrambled beneath him.

“Hi”

“Get off me before I throw you into traffic.”

“I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

“Yeah you’re gonna wake up on the wrong side of the ground if you don’t get off me.” You shoved him off the best you could as he laughed like a child on a playground, a grin plastered across his face. You kicked him hard earning a whine before he finally got off of you and you could breathe again. You began gasping for breath dramatically, earning an eye roll.

“Hongjoong wanted me to wake you up because we’re ordering breakfast.”

“And you listened why?” The sun making you squint up at the man before you. The cold of the morning nipping at the toes you left exposed after pulling so hard on the blanket.

“You’re so difficult just get the fuck up before I make you.” The sudden outburst made you giggle as you weren’t used to him cursing which made you involuntarily relent. He crossed his arms over his chest before you ripped the blankets off your body whining at the cold of the morning. The cold air hit you making your whole body shiver as you regretted falling asleep in of all things a dress which you just realized you were still in.

“You let me fall asleep in THAT?” You whined.

“What was I supposed to ‪DO?‬”

“Not let me fall asleep in that.” Sarcasm evident in your mocking tone.

“I have never wanted to beat your ass more than in this moment.” You threw your pillow at the broad shouldered man child, him dodging it with ease.

“Will you stop THROWING shit at me?” He yelled at you making you erupt into a burst of giggles again as you watched his face go red the whole while you struggled to catch your breath.

“You’re not the comedian you think you are”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Just change before Hongjoong comes stomping in here throwing even more shit.” He pointed an accusing finger at you. “A habit both of you dumbasses seem to have.” His eyebrow raising as he pointed between you and where you assumed to be Hongjoong in the room over.

“Yeah, yeah now get the fuck out.” You said as you got out of bed for the first time that morning whisking San out and without skipping a beat closing the door right behind him.

You laughed as you heard San groan as he stomped away and not moving til his footsteps were nothing but echoes.

You began raking through your drawers for a hoodie to throw on not caring to get dressed it was a saturday after all. Pouring through stack and stack of clothes. You faltered over one, however, allowing your hand to skim over the white fabric and the designs along the sleeves which were roses in intricate patterns. You sighed remembering it to be a gift from Wooyoung.

You used to steal his all the time completely in love with the roses that ran along the sleeves and the way it fit loosely over your small frame. You also couldn’t help but remeber the fake fights you had over who got to wear it.

“It’s MY hoodie Y/n.” Wooyoung began in a playful tone which he tried to mask to be a serious as he could yet failing.

“But I want it?”

“But it’s mine.”

You threw your head back into belly aching laughter as Wooyoung tackled you to the couch before tickling you all over. His fingers dancing along your sides.

“All you have to do is give me the hoodie Y/n and i’ll stop.” He wagered pulling his lip between his teeth, eyes holding a playful look as he waited for your answer.

“Never.” You stuttered out, giggles being the soundtrack of the moment.

You frowned as you could see the smile that he held as you pulled him in for a kiss. Something you didn’t know you had missed doing so much. You quickly threw it on losing all sense of self dignity just craving the memories it held before sliding on a pair of shorts that weren’t a painful memory just something you had picked up on a beach trip.

You glided down the hall of your apartment throwing your hair up, wanting it out of your face, before the stillness of the morning was now interrupted by yelling.

“‪Why would you put it THERE‬.”

“I didn’t know you couldn’t REACH it”

“That’s not the ISSUE.”

You turned the corner to see Joong’s finger in San’s face as San held back a mischievous grin. You quirked an eyebrow at the sight earning a wave from San as his eyes met yours.

“Who the hell are you-“ Hongjoong started before turning around to see you looking the pair up and down with a glint of ‘what in the fuck’ in your eyes.

“Get your friend before I throw him to the wolves.”

“What is it with you people and wanting to throw me places?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes as you laughed to yourself.

“Not my fault you’re the human equivalent of a smurf.”

“THATS IT” Hongjoong yelled as he began throwing himself at San hitting him along the top of his head as he cowered away from the small boy.

“Y/N” San whined. “‪Help me.” Hongjoong never slowing his assault on the poor guy.

“Hongjoong break it up.” You giggled making your way over to the pair‬ and reaching for Hongjoong’s hands. Distracting the red head long enough for San to get away from the corner he was backed in, whisking you with him. He threw you over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs to your front door.

“San put me DOWN.” You yelled as you began beating on his back, giggles beginning to fly from his mouth just like they had from yours.

“Where are you TAKING ME?”

“We gotta go Joong’s crazy” He muttered pulling open the door like you were in a video game escaping the evil enemy.

“Oh i’m sorry.” You heard him mutter out. Confused, you craned your neck over his shoulder and the sight almost made you fall from his grasp.

Food in hand stood Jung Woo fucking young. San quickly closed the door as you wriggled free from his grasp falling on your feet before yelling into your hoodie sleeves.

“Who the fuck ordered from HIM?” You asked in a whispered shout as Hongjoong ran down the stairs hearing the altercation.

“What the hell is going on?” His hand running along the banister.

“Sherlock here fucking ordered from WOOYOUNG’S RESTAURANT.”

“Ok?” He questioned confused. “It’s not like he delivers hes the fucking chef?”

“Oh but guess who’s standing outside right now.” You quipped. The blaring of the tv making the scene have a comical sense.

“He probably saw the address.” Hongjoong muttered rubbing his hands down his face. “San of all places.”

“I didn’t know.” San whispered offering an apologetic glance to you as he bit down on his tongue immediately filling with regret.

Your whisper shouting match was interrupted by a few knocks some that had always been imprinted on your mind.

“Well what the fuck ‪do we ‪do‬?”

“Not open that door.”

“But.”

“I will literally throw you out the window”

“STOP THREATENING THAT.”

You sighed before throwing your hands in the air not missing the confused glances thrown at you from the bickering pair, your resolve leaving you as you opened the door once more meeting your ex’s gaze.

“How much?” You asked face stone cold as you looked away. The coldness of the hallway hitting you like it had before.

“$25.62.” He muttered quietly as you snuck your head back behind the door, neck craning.

“Alright who’s paying?” San quickly grabbed his wallet before tossing it to you. You swung your head back out as you dug through the contents.

“Nice hoodie.”

“Huh?” You muttered before realizing what you had on.

You looked up and saw a smirk growing on his face.

“Shove it.” You began to pull out the card before you were met with his voice once more.

“Actually it’s on the house you can give your little boyfriend his card back.”

Your face immediately scrunched into confusion at the remark.

“Are you jealous?” You almost laughed almost shocked at how the scene was playing out.

“Nope” He said popping the p as he handed the bag to you. Your hand grazing over his. Your heart began to beat a little faster at the small action. You faltered for a moment before grabbing the bag, closing the door before the process was halted by his foot between the door and the wall.

You sighed looking up. “What do you want?”

“Can we just have one civil conversation and if you don’t care about anything I have to say this time i’ll actually leave and you’ll never have to worry about me again.” His eyes softened and it looked as though he was on the verge of tears which was a sudden change on the jealous smirk he had just held.

You sighed once more before pulling open the door gently making room for him to walk though. This wasn’t without conflict though as the two boys sitting on your couch hearing the whole thing weren’t thrilled with him talking to you again.

“You know what happened last time.” San warned completely ignoring Wooyoung.

“I know but just give me five minutes.” You whispered watching the anger slowly bubble down as he sat back down. Hongjoong didn’t even meet your eyes.

You sat the bag along the counter before gesturing for Wooyoung to follow you.

It was a somewhat awkward 45 seconds as you ascended the staircase, but you couldn’t help but smile as the memories of racing the very same boy up the same flight of stairs came flooding back. It made you feel warm but only for a moment, too short for your liking. You opened your bedroom door before plopping onto the bed. The scene all too familiar.

“I know that I fucked up, I put you in a position I promised i’d never put you in. One of hurt and heartbreak all because I was too scared of hurting myself yet all I managed to ‪do‬ was lose the best thing that ever happened to me.” He said in such a sudden burst it caught both of you off guard.

“Hm.” You hummed in acknowledgement but not agreement, a line you seemed to walk a lot more frequently than you liked. The conversation sounding a lot like last times and almost like the ‘here copy my homework but change it up a bit’ joke.

“I just want you back and I don’t know if that’ll ever happen because I know you hate me but-“

You didn’t let him finish.

“‪Do‬ you understand how fucking annoying it is to constantly always choose you over and over again. That no matter what I ‪do or who I speak to you’ll always be the one I want.‬” The sun flooded the two of you as you spoke the softness of the blankets causing your heels to dig into the bed.

“‪Do you understand how difficult it is that everyday I get reminded of you. From the simplest things as watching tv or walking up the god damn stairs. How hard it is for everything to always come back to you. Knowing this could’ve all been avoided if you just talked to me.” You let your head fall into your heads as you sighed hard.

“‪Do‬ you not think it’s the same for me?” You scoffed at his words.

“Everytime I get a text or a call always hoping it’s from you. Everytime I walk into a store I can’t help but pick out things I know you would love. Everytime I try a new recipe all I can hear is the words of support you held for me from the start. To know you always believed in me and I couldn’t believe in us.”

The last part made tears slip from the corners of your eyes as you made an effort to wipe them away. You heard him sigh as he joined you on the bed you used to share, his arm slipping behind you as he pulled you in tight and you let him.

“You’re so fucking corny.” You laughed quietly earning a giggle in return.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, unmoving and quiet, a silent acknowledgement settling between the both of you.

You took a deep breath before looking up as Wooyoung met your gaze.

“‪Do you really wanna try this ‬again?” You whispered. You had figured that trying it again would give you more peace then leaving things unsaid and stupidly and innocently you again let your resolve down.

“More than anything.” You leaned up and left a peck on his lips something you had wanted to ‪do for‬ god knows how long as he smiled against yours. The impulse decision being all but doubted as your lips reunited once more. The moment felt straight out of a movie, the two broken hearts coming together once more. You laughed to yourself at the thought.

“I forget we’re not alone.” You smiled as you leaned into Wooyoung.

“‪Do‬ you think they’ll kill me.”

“Maybe”

“MAYBE?”

“You were an ass”

“Touché”

You stood up as you entwined your fingers with his pulling him with you. It was like nothing happened and you knew it would take a longer time to build trust with him again, but you decided it was better than crying about the what-could-have-beens. You pulled open the door and in came crashing a petrified San as Hongjoong held onto the wall, eyes wide, almost landing alongside the gentle giant.

“WERE YOU EAVESDROPPING??” You questioned feigning shock as you had a feeling they were.

“No.” San muttered against the floor as Hongjoong shrugged, embrassed.

“I needed to make sure I didn’t need to throw him out the door.”

“Here he goes.” San sighed.

“So are y’all back together or?” Hongjoong said eyebrow quirking.

“Maybe so.”

“Alright good cause I am not in the mood to throw him.”

Wooyoung laughed as he pulled you closer, San wiping himself down as he stood up. Hongjoong looking on like a proud parent. The scene straight out of a sappy sitcom but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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mingtiddies · 5 years

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falling for u

member: jihoon

genre: fluff

word count: 2098

warnings: none that i can think of

a/n: i was feeling it so bad for jihoon like i was so so so soft i had to write for him

Being friends with such a large group of boys hadn’t been as hard as she thought it would be. Although she would have considered it normal if some members had had a hard time adjusting, none of them did. Most of them had warmed up to her pretty quickly. And even the ones that tended to keep to themselves had opened up and warmed up to their new friend.

Seungcheol had made it his goal to make the entire group accept her presence, making it known to all members that she would be with them quite a lot. She had once asked Seungcheol about Jihoon, once she had realized that he was the most reserved person. And the older had told her that he knew to adapt when needed.

Upon seeing her confused face, he chuckled and proceeded, “He knows you’re here to stay.” Whatever that meant. Although the group was constantly busy; days packed with schedules from early morning until late hours of the night, Seungcheol always managed to find time for them to hang out.

Whether it would be going to a restaurant, walking in the streets of small towns, ordering deliveries and staying at their dorm or even just watching them work, they always found ways to spend time together.

All three leaders walked into the practice room everyone was staying in, hands full of delivery bags. The room got loud for a few seconds, until the oldest threatened to let them starve if they kept being so agitated. Everyone calmly sat down around the tables that had been installed in the room for the day.

She sat at the end of the table, with Joshua at her right and a vacant seat in front of her. She expected her closest friend to sit before her, and laughed when he refused to sit next to the second oldest. Sitting there would have assured his demise; with the dynamic duo, Joshua and Jeonghan, ready to tease him to no end.

Instead, she was surprised when a quiet Jihoon took the empty seat as he set a set of wooden chopsticks and a drink in front of her.

Dinner flew by, laughter and loud conversations echoing off the walls and mirrors. Until the group was split in two; one that would go on an errand to get ice cream, and the other that would clean up the mess. When everyone finished, table cleaned and only a few things to pick up and throw in the trash, and as she was about to exit last, she accidentally dropped an unfinished drink onto the hardwood floor.

She cursed under her breath, and ran to the box that contained the room’s cleaning items. She took a cloth and a cleaning product, wishing she had had a tighter grip on the things she had been holding. “What’s taking you so long?” she heard Jihoon’s voice from the other side of the door. Before she could give him an answer, he walked in and stood a feet from the huge cola puddle.

She dropped to her knees, and with unused napkins from the delivery bag she was in charge of throwing away, she soaked them with cola until she had no napkins left, all the while assuring the boy that she had it under control. She moved the soaked napkins to the bag that served as a trash bag and started cleaning the now almost dried floor.

Making sure she left no traces of the sugary drink on the parquet, she didn’t notice the young producer crouching down to help however he could. He ended up picking up the trash and left without a word. And when she finished, he was right outside the door, waiting for her.

She apologized and he wondered why she had when she had owned up to it and cleaned up after herself. He told her the others had come back with ice cream and that they would head to han river to enjoy some fresh air, while it was dark out.

That night, she realized that she had never spent time alone with Jihoon before the small incident. After that, she suddenly became more aware of his presence whenever he was in the room.

Months later, while her friendship with Jihoon hadn’t necessarily developed much, she found herself hanging around him quite a lot. The boy often needed peace and quiet to write and compose, and she would often find him someplace quiet that she would come to in order to escape the loud boys.

She also needed peace and quiet to study for the civil servant exam. After flunking it once, she had decided to drop the classes she took for it and to study on her own. And for the most part it was going relatively well… Except for when she would get dragged to the boys’ place, or to the office.

Looking down at her notes, she sighed and let herself get distracted by the sequence of screams caused by a random dance battle. How had it come to this? Once she realized that the boys had plenty of energy left to go around for a few more hours, she picked up her things and headed towards Jihoon’s newly remodeled recording studio.

Universe factory. It had a nice ring to it. Surprised to find it unlocked, she let herself in and closed the door, sighing in relief as the loud noises subsided. She dropped on the nearest couch and dived right back in her studies, pen in her mouth, grateful for the studio’s L shape. She wouldn’t be in Jihoon’s field of vision and therefore wouldn’t be too much of a bother.

However, seconds later, her ears perked up at the sound of a desk chair rolling in her direction, glancing up only to find the boy staring at her. He looked at the way the girl was hunched over her two notebooks and he wondered how in the world could this be a comfortable position to study in. He knew she would be there for at least two hours, maybe even three, if not four. “You can… come to my desk… if you want,” he offered, hesitation palpable in his voice.

She would be lying if the offer hadn’t made her heart beat faster. She gawked at him a few more seconds before taking the pen out of her mouth, “I don’t wanna disturb you.” Had she stared just a few seconds longer, Jihoon would have grown embarrassed as he could already feel a slight blush creeping up his neck.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if it would,” he said. He vaguely pointed at the notebook balancing on her knees and the one in her hand, she looked down at how both her notebooks curved from being held wrong, “I think it would be better on a desk.” She looked back up at him at his words but he rolled away on his chair, while muttering the words, “Just come here.”

There it goes again. The skips and the flips. She gathered her things once again and made her way to Jihoon’s desk. He had quickly made some space for her, trying to act as if the space had already been vacant and even if she had seen Jihoon slide over to his side with one of his figurines in his hand, she never mentioned it.

He had a second chair in the studio, as he often got help from other artists to compose and arrange tracks. She put her things on the desk, making sure to give the genius producer as much space as possible and sat down. She heard Jihoon’s sharp intakes of breath, before he would silently breathe out, obviously sounding like he had something on his mind.

“What is it?” she asked. Taken aback by the sudden question, he really thought he had been quiet enough, he stuttered a few words before getting his full sentence out. “I tend to hit my pen against the desk a lot. So um… tell me if it distracts you, or um… annoys you.” She chuckled. “It can’t be more annoying than Seungkwan screaming ‘Yo check it out’ over and over.” The older boy snorted at that. “And I can deal with distractions.”

He faced his screen again and went back to work, putting his headphones back on his ears. The two of them stayed like this for half an hour, then an hour and then two. Jihoon enjoyed her presence and cherished the fact that she was just there. Not asking him about songs, not watching over his work, just there. Although he hadn’t realized it at the time, it was more so because she brought him peace; he found himself to be less agitated while he worked.

He pulled his headphones off his head, “You listen to our songs right?” Surprised at the sudden break of silence, she turned to him and hummed positively in response once she had registered the question. “Can I ask for your opinion then?” he asked. She tried to hide her surprise at this question and accepted to be of help.

He leaned in ever so slightly and placed the headphones over her ears, making sure that he had placed them correctly. Thump thump thump thump thump. He leaned back into his chair and hit the spacebar, letting a soft melody come out of the pair of headphones. She almost forgot to focus on song but got a hold of herself rather quickly.

The music played for two more minutes before the last notes faded softly until there was nothing but silence. Jihoon reached to take off the headphones but she beat him to it, handing them back without a word. The unfinished song had melted into her limbs, feelings of warmth and peace overtaking her mind and body. “So?” he asked just above a whisper. “There’s no dumb ways to describe a song,” he added, to which she nodded.

“It’s soft,” she started. “And it gives off a warm feeling and it’s comforting. Like being with someone you’re comfortable with,” she explained. Her cheeks burned pinkish when she realized what she had said. She cleared her throat to break her own awkwardness, “Or somewhere that feels like home, you know.” When she looked back at him, he turned away, clearing his throat in turn.

“That’s what I’m going for,” he proudly admitted. “That’s nice…” She proceeded to ask if it was two different instruments playing and once given a positive answer, she ranted about how the harmonies of both instruments blended perfectly as well as complimented each other. She stared at the screen in front of the boy, trying to make sense of everything displayed, while she tried her best to compliment the track with what little musical knowledge she had.

The black haired boy gaped at her. While plenty of people had done the same as her, trying their best to compliment a track he had composed, it somehow felt different coming from her. He felt flattered, and understood, even though it was obvious that she lacked expertise, it almost felt as if she knew everything. “Are you putting it on the album?” she suddenly asked, turning back to him.

He snapped out of his reverie. “It’s one of the many options. I’m hoping it gets approved,” he replied. “I hope it does too. Carats would love it,” she smiled softly.

Thump thump, thump thump. Thump thump, thump thump.

I’m fucked, the boy thought.

A soft gasp came from the girl sitting beside him and she cursed under her breath. “I have to go, it’s getting late.” He nodded in understanding and debated whether or not to tell her to come by his studio anytime. He kept silent and simply waved at his friend as she rushed out of the room.

He sighed and laid back in his chair as much as it allowed him to. The door unlocked and expecting it to be one of the members, he remained in the same position. An arm came into his field of vision, setting down a bowl of rice and a serving of korean fried chicken on his desk and upon seeing who it was attached to, he sat up straight. “Not the healthiest but you need to eat,” she said with a bright smile before dashing out of the room again.

The boy’s heart skipped several beats in the span of two minutes; he was most definitely fucked. He didn’t know it at the time but that was okay, because so was she.

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #jihoon #jihoon imagines #jihoon scenarios #lee jihoon #lee jihoon imagines #lee jihoon scenarios #woozi #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #i lov him #not proofread #nothing i write is truly proofread

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rantingrapturousrabbit · 4 years

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Clumsy, Clunky Cursed

This is a rant with potential spoilers for Netflix's Cursed - read at your own risk.

So, I've just finished watching all 10 episodes of Cursed and to quote Mickey Mouse "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy."

Let me start by saying I'm a lover of Arthurian Legends and do not mind a remix, a reshuffle or a reimagining of said legends.

However, only when they are done well which (in my personal opinion) Cursed does not.

From the initial episode we are introduced to Nimue our bullied, whiny, pouty heroine, her best friend Pym (who barely gets any screen time), Arthur a supposed to be rogue, knave and a sellsword and a bunch of other characters whose names you quickly forget because they either die pretty promptly or are barely in the show.

Her village gets burnt, Pym (the best friend who is promptly forgotten about for approximately two episodes) gets dragged off by Red Paladins, she tells a boy called Squirrel (who later becomes kind of important but didn't get enough character development either) to go and hide and then Nimue manages to escape to their secret Fey temple and finds her mother who gives her a sword (the sword? Excalibur? Never gets answered so don't worry about it too much) and tells her to take it to Merlin.

With a clunky script, wooden acting but some beautiful filming locations Cursed sets off to a tenuous start. Nimue having left her village because the people there are bullies who fear her because they don't understand her (such a new take on power and differences) has a vision (foreshadowing her potential demise at the end of the series, gasp what obvious plotline is this) within which she sees death, destruction and hears voices.

And by the way, Nimue's father left her when she was only a child and she has unnatural powers, even for a Fey. Could Nimue's father actually be someone else??? (Spoiler: the answer is yes and his name starts with M).

Nimue then goes through a series of random events including:

Having a tooth pulled out

Trusting Arthur the sellsword

Staying in a convent

Running away from convent (after raising the ire of Novice Iris who is actually one of the better actresses)

Going after Arthur who's stolen her special sword

Finding the Fey hiding in the woods from the Red Paladins

Going to meet Merlin and thinking he betrayed her after chilling out in his memories for a bit

Throwing the special sword down a hole where a spider demon is supposed to be living

Becoming the Fey Queen (YOLO? I guess?)

Taking Arthur's grumpy, frumpy, shouty uncle's city and claiming it for the Fey

And killing a fair few people with her special sword and her own magicky powers.

Sounds kind of cool right? Maybe?

It would be if the script was well written, the characters actually developed properly, we spent more than five minutes with aforementioned characters so we actually care about them, the fight sequences were better choreographed and the whole series wasn't rushed.

Besides the frankly dull script (including a boring morning after pillow talk scene *yawn*), the shouty delivery of most character's lines, the lack of time given to deliver said lines with any sort of time for emotional input and reactions, there were a few good things about Cursed.

Female characters taking a lead in a typically male character dominated genre

Diverse casting (Arthur, Morgana and Kaze to name a few)

A token queer character (I mean, there were two but one of them got killed off pretty quickly, but there was an attempt to diversify the sexual identities of the characters... Although everyone else seems to be hetero so token lesbian will have to do)

Some stunning locations, filmed in Britain I believe

The potential future development for characters such as Squirrel and The Weeping Monk if Cursed gets a greenlight for a second series

Father Carden (Nimue's primary antagonist) received his comeuppance

Aside from that, I truly found Cursed to be clumsily written, portrayed and acted. The pacing was far too jumpy, my least hated episode was the one where we actually spent a decent amount of time with Nimue as she went trotting through Merlin's memories (actually spending quality time with a character before being bounced off to see another for a grand total of a couple of minutes).

Music wise there was nothing special or memorable about the opening or the soundtrack and they went full cheese with having a pop song during the sex scene (cliche much?).

Final thoughts?

Ratings:

Bingeability 2/10

Cursed had potential but was ultimately unsatisfying leaving me mildly disappointed and not eager for a sequel series. If said series does happen I can guarantee I'll be skimming through the episodes to find out what happens to Squirrel and The Weeping Monk (who have great potential to be a double act).

Characters 3/10

Plot 3/10

Concept 6/10

Execution 2/10

Final status: Rant-worthy

Tbh, the poster got me more excited than the show...

#netflix Cursed #cursed series #rant #rant over #review #arthurian legend #tv #netflix #not impressed

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shadowdianne · 4 years

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Well

For @stregaomega @waknatious @italymystery-swanqueen @delirious-comfort

You are the gift I’m selfishly taking for myself from this fandom that gave us a lot while being our doom at the same time Xd So even if I’m gone…

M here was gracious enough to let me write one thing based on her manip. And so, I’m sending you the biggest warmest hug to you all… and some other stuff.

(Delirious, I’ve tagged you, but your thing will come in for New Year’s as I told you. Nevertheless, I wanted to say that I feel really lucky to have met you all. And considering the year I have had… you were a positive force back in 2018’s December. Thank you, for being there, for pushing me when I needed and for letting me rant when I didn’t truly have any words left)

And so, as the Basque way goes: Eguberri On!

PS: I’m INCREDIBLY RUSTY. Been months since I wrote for them, so I apologize beforehand.

The fountain’s water glimmered under the moonlight, the forever imprinted darker spots from where rivulets repeatedly hit the stone shadows that peppered through the moss that did its best to hide the sigils and symbols the sculptors had, once upon a time, considered important. Not like the two figures sitting at the very border of the tree that faced it were looking at them or the story they told, the lone twinkling lights coming from the torches around the plaza in where they were much more present than their eyes could ever be.

The clock had struck the hour in where night would turn to day after all, the echoes of gongs and mechanical whirring floating from the tall tower above the small nook the castle gardens created towards the two of them and, as they knew, their time together was coming to a close.

It hadn’t always been like that, Regina thought: the white from her dress grey and satin under the hiding moon. It had been very different back when they both had been children, young adults, when her title had been a distant, brittle threat rather than a curse and Emma had been slightly more than just her friend, slightly more than the helper that would get herself in trouble for always running away from what were supposed to be her duties. Just, slightly more.

It didn’t matter anymore, however, it didn’t truly matter as the other woman who had been reclined against her shuddered and sighed: the cape she had been wearing, fastened loosely around her shoulders, beginning to slide down her body as her shoulders trembled and morphed, patterns of feathers starting to appear over her knuckles, her fingers, her neck.

They had dared to be proud when they truly hadn’t been able to. They had dared to wish upon a star and fight when Regina’s mother had come with plans for conquest and tales of death and magic and, for the first time, the brunette had been forced to look at her mother’s eye and realize that the power her mother wielded wasn’t cloistered solely around her no more. Hunger and bloodlust had taken reign over Cora’s thoughts and there was little of what the woman could have been if she had chosen a magicless path. Not like Regina had truly seen her mother without the ring of red and black around her eyes.

Nothing of that mattered, however, not anymore since Regina had thought herself stronger, smarter, and so she had declined the promises of a blood-stained future while longing for touches that became longer and longer as years, months, weeks, progressed. As green eyes shone true amongst the many others who her mother wanted to marry her off. She had remained mute about that last tidbit though, knowing what kind of prize she would need to pay for it. And, as she had declined not only a title but what her mother considered to be the next step into a plan she couldn’t even begin to fathom how deep, how far, it would reach, she had seen the maniac, mercuric force that had filled Cora’s eyes, lighting her pupils, turning them into pools of promised demise.

Emma had screamed, had rushed over her side as Cora’s fingers had plunged into Regina’s chest, attempting to pluck her heart out as she had done many times already, relishing as she always did in the pain and anguish it caused. Regina had yelped then, had tried to push the girl, the young woman, who she had grown up with, with who she had fallen in love with, but it had been late, late as the snow that had fallen the second light had blinded them all while Cora’s magic had been redirected, a curse for a curse, a hex for a hex.

In a matter of seconds, Cora had been lying limp on the floor, magic trickling down her mouth in the form of ichor so black it looked like tar and Regina had wiped out her head towards Emma, worry eating her, devouring her, from inside.

Only feathers and light returned her stare.

Regina swallowed back a sob as the swan emerged from the blonde’s body, one last glance the last thing that remained between them as the last echo of spent time emitted a dying fluttering noise. The water of the fountain trembled and the tree she had seen her father plant when she had been little shuddered as the blast of magic she had grown so accustomed to it didn’t frazzle her anymore, shuddered and glowed in purples and golds.

They had been told, as Cora had been interred with a curse written on her teeth and tongue so no necromancer would be able to wake her up, that time and pain had been written on the words of the curse. One so powerful no one but the one who had uttered it would be able to lift. Regina had refused to take that as a truth, had fought back, had searched for her mother’s master, had knelt and bled and screamed but nothing had truly changed the fact that only during nighttime the feathers would turn into human flesh once more, Emma’s eyes glimmering emerald once more rather than the black the swan version of herself sported.

She had been married off at the end, a coup orchestrated by the imp she had dared to consider her own master that had lasted longer than she would have expected. The swan, however, had come with her, had learned alongside her, the inner workings of royalty in a way no one coming from the lower side of society had been able to be privy off. And so, the youth had been leeched out of both of them, time and essence stripping them bare with each night that it passed. Until they had heard from one of the scouts Regina had enchanted with her own eyes bleeding dark and purple and silver: the word love falling from his lips as he had knelt in front of one who had won the title of Queen even if there was very little she was let to reign over. Love would destroy the curse. True love would unbind the words and runes and pain that brought them together.

Emma had laughed meekly that night when she had moved closer to Regina as her feet touched the floor, arms hugging her torso, ribs poking through her skin, hair long and limp.

“I don’t believe in that.” She had whispered as she put her body against Regina’s side, one hand reaching, grazing Regina’s pulse-point with calloused hands and Regina had bit on her bottom lip at the notion that she had never told Emma, had never been able to say why, what, how, her mother had ultimately decided to use a hex against her. “Who would love me?”

She now eyed the swan once more as it moved back from her, wings opening and closing, the scent she had learned to recognize as magic pouring out of her in dribbling droplets no one else but her was able to see. It felt like thunder at times, storm and lighting under her skin as she tried hard not to think about what could have been. On what should have been.

"I promise you Emma, I’ll find a way to break this curse"

It sounded far much more doubtful than she intended but there were times, times like this, when the swan had just lost its human form, in where her eyes were still Emma’s rather than the animal, that Regina could have sworn something else, something more, kept peeking through the expression no bird would have been able to make. She remained silent afterward, however, knowing Emma could not answer back now, not until moonlight shone once again. And so, she waited and eyed the animal as it moved back towards her, mirroring how Emma had been seated less than a minute ago, its head against Regina’s neck, its wings wrapped around her in one final hug.

She had wondered once why her mother had chosen the path of magic, why anyone would gladly give up their autonomy for power. There were times, however, times like this, in where she wondered what she wouldn’t do in order to get Emma back.

Tell the woman how she felt, perhaps.

Because she loved her. Had loved her. Would love her.

And nothing else mattered.

#swanqueen #swan queen #surprise surprise #italymystery-swanqueen #waknatious #stregaomega #delirious-comfort #love you guys

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tokenlad · 4 years

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D&D Rants and Rambles-Magic Items

I don’t pretend to know everything. Tried it once, became a false god (worse kind of god), led my followers to certain demise, and had to change me name and flee the country. Met some interesting people, but largely an experience I am loathe to repeat. Yet somehow, I keep making that mistake with magic items for my players. Really, there are 4 kinds of magic items you can make. Nonsense, Convenient, Delightful, and Oops I broke the game. The first two are fairly easy and straightforward, a funny gag or a modern appliance respectively. The fourth is also easy, but the problem is you the DM don’t want that. Even the players may find it fun for a while, but ultimately one plays this game for a challenge, and broken weapons are not that. Number 3 is the sweet spot, which is of course the most difficult to prepare and write for. Now, anyone can accomplish Nonsense. A sword that can talk and screams for the police every time it kills someone. Saxophone that when played at full volume, turns you invisible. A jar that can summon Mayo. These are all items that likely serve no purpose other than quick chuckle from the party, and some memorable moments when used in a manner that actually works. Which is great! That’s exactly what they are there for. Not that serious, have fun items that enhance role play. Convenient is more boring, but still important. A flask that heats liquid. A necklace that grants an extra language. Winter Boots that warm the body enough to no longer need heavy clothes. All rather mundane sounding, with no trickery or japes present. Yet these can become precious. Items like these are very easily taken for granted, and thus become invaluable. Yeah, that language necklace isn’t as cool as the candy cane that shoots rainbow and plays nyan cat for psychic damage, but it got you into the dragon city! Oh dear, somebody stole the necklace! How will you speak to dragons now?! Things like this make life easier for players, while giving them a sense of presence in the world. After all, it’s their necklace, right? How dare somebody steal that? I love that necklace, it’s so useful etc. Delightful is the sweet spot. The sauce. The creme de la spice on a frozen dinner for one. The blue berry bagels fresh from the bakery where the cute cashier works. The hot pizza after a sad wank. (I’m hungry and lonely, okay? You got me) The are items that see all the action. The swords that shoot fire. The carpets that fly. The boots that haste. Fancy items that give players an edge, and they can’t wait to use and boast about. Usually, items like these are situational. Which just makes them all the more precious. However, they don’t change too much. That sword make combat faster, those boots let you move quick, and that carpet let you flee the scene of the crime in style, but the course is still the same. How one gets from “A” to “B” is different, but they still got to be. Which leads to... Oops I broke the game. The trap. The cool thing you neglected to balance. The item that is just a little too good, (or a lot too good) and leads getting from “A” to “C” because you the DM thought you’d be nice and give them a good item. Armor that is too tough, sword that is really high damage, a deck of cards that grant wishes, Items that should be given out sparingly, and under circumstances that call for massive rewards. Players with these items love to abuse them, because you the DM can’t just nerf them in an update, you need to deal with it in character. Curses work great for that btw. In case you need to burn a weapon fast. Consider all of these when making a magical item. How useful is it to the party? Will they have fun with this, or put it to practical use? Am I going to hate myself for what I have created?

#magic items #dnd #d&d #DM advice

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mzargentum · 4 years

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter XXII | In Your Eyes

Chapter XXI | Chapter XXII | Chapter XXIII

Warnings: Light angst.

Word Count: 2,062

The sun was saying goodbye for the night.

The hours blended together.

Galahd had barely said a word since they left the village.

She merely stared toward the direction of the mountain range that was long gone.

Muerlin appeared to be asleep for most of the trip. her head leaned back over the side of the truck bed. Her elbows resting against it as well.

But was only in a light mediation.

Assuming the girl did not feel like speaking after the ordeal they faced, she didn’t find much reason to intervene with her moments of peace.

After a while, the subtle lull of the truck roaming over the gravel roads nearly had Muerlin dozing off.

Realizing this, she stirred herself from slumber, finally speaking to the distant girl desperately trying to stay awake.

“How long’re you gonna stare at nothing?”

The wizard stretched her limbs. Briefly catching a mere side eye from the girl.

She didn’t respond.

“What? You think Dion and Birdie’s ghost is gonna come eat you or something?”

“I’m sorry, is there a dualhorn nearby or is that you speaking?,” the girl retorted in irritation.

“Nahh, just me,” the wizard casually responded to the insult. “If it was a dualhorn, we’d be in for a fine feast tonight”.

The girl merely rolled her eyes.

“Y’know, it wouldn’t kill you to loosen up a little bit,” Muerlin smirked. “You are free, y’know”.

“What? And leave all the thinking to you?”, the girl scoffed. “No thanks I might as well go back”.

“Wouldn’t that make you gloriously thought out plan just a heaping pile of shit though?”, the wizard chuckled.

“Do you ever take anything seriously?!”, the girl finally turned toward the wizard and snapped.

“This is life or death, you know! We don’t have time to relax. We NEVER have time to relax! We have to remain on our toes at all times or who knows what kind of trouble you could get us into?!”

“Me? Really? Are you sure it’s not the girl screaming her head off right now about to blow our cover?”, the relaxed wizard beamed.

The girl now realizing she’s standing in the back of the truck.

The occupants of the few trucks beside them staring at her in suspicion and annoyance.

With cheeks flushed, she quickly returned to her seat crossing her arms.

“Idiot”, she growled under her breath sending the wizard into a light giggle fit.

“At any rate, it’s not like we can do much until we get to where we’re going”, Muerlin added, “which is where exactly?”

“This particular truck is sent to meet a small cargo vessel by the sea. That vessel will take us to the Kingdom of Lucis”.

“Hm, and how long will it take us to get to the vessel”.

“Some of these trucks make multiple stops despite their tight schedules. Most go back toward the villages within a few weeks time, but since this one goes further the trek will be more extensive”.

“Aaaaaand would it possibly be more effective if we hitched a ride from one of the stops?”

“Not likely because this truck goes such a distance, it makes more stops than everyone else, but this is the only truck that goes toward that vessel so our estimated time of arrival if we follow the precise schedule would be about a month”.

Muerlin blinked.

“...and we have no other option...?”

“Not if you want to be there quickly”.

“Hmm,” Muerlin scrunched up her nose.

“WELL! Not much to do now, but take a load off,” the wizard kicked her feet up and leaned back in the truck bed.

A light smile lifted upon the girl’s face as she shook her head.

Returning her milky gaze toward the dimming beam of light in the distant.

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The truck came to a stop at a small outpost once the sun fully laid itself to rest.

The outpost had a small cafe with a few bedrooms upstairs.

With the help of Birdie’s trusty coin pouch, so graciously swiped the night before her sudden departure, Galahd was able to secure the two of them dinner and a room with a single bed.

Once they finished their meal, the two collapsed onto their bed from utter exhaustion of the hectic past few days.

After a half an hour of resting their bones...

“Galahd...you asleep?,” Muerlin asked quietly.

“No”.

“I was hoping you could help me understand something”.

The former slave lifted her face from the plush bedding to see the wizard staring at the ceiling.

“S.R.,” the wizard started. The child narrowing her gaze. “You used it as a ploy for Dion to assume Birdie was the traitor, but...that can’t possibly be the other reason, can it?”

The girl said nothing.

“I mean...you spent all that time to conduct this plan and...well, it was an awesome plan and kind of scary honestly and then you spent so much time simply just trying to humiliate and ruin Dion rather than just kill him yourself”.

“So? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Like...you wanted to make him sweat and only kind of like...scary psycho people do that instead of just focusing on escaping. I mean, you could’ve just bolted on your own while Birdie was eating chode,” Galahd grimaced at the imagery.

“...but you went out of your way to basically ruin their reputations before they...well...got killed, which is friggin’ terrifying, but then you think of what kind of person is even capable of doing such a thing and honestly, you’d have to be the most scary, evil asshole ever to do something like that,” the girl glared at the rambling wizard.

“...and evil assholes usually like to parade around their success somehow by leaving some sort of clue, but not a stupid easy clue, one where the victim has no idea,” Galahd’s eyebrow raised at the wizard’s dramatized monologuing.

“...one where he starts scratching his head wondering, pining for the secret truth, but alas, he is but unable to crack the code to save himself from the feeble demise of himself and bird whore!!!”

“Is this going anywhere?!,” the agitated girl snapped.

Muerlin halted, turning toward her wide eyed.

“What was I talking about...?”

The girl blinked.

“OH, YEAH! S.R.”

The girl stared blankly.

“As clever as it was for fooling Mr. Sequins, as far as he knew the only people that had any idea about his plan to take me for himself were him and Big Bird. Besides, you said she seemed really bothered by him suddenly changing the plan at the last minute, right?”

“Yeah,” the girl replied, “it was the perfect reason for her to betray him”.

“So, given the circumstances, he would’ve suspected her anyway”, Muerlin rose her eyebrow toward the girl whom was giving a suspicious glare.

“So?”

“So going the extra mile that you did to justify his suspicions wasn’t really necessary unless you had an ulterior motive”.

The girl could see the wizard had practically caught on. Sitting up on the bed criss crossed with her hands in her lap.

“Like what?”

“You wanted him to know who did it”, the wizard smirked playfully as she sat up in the same position, leaning toward the girl.

“You’re S.R., aren’t you?”

Galahd’s eyes narrowed further.

Muerlin rose her eyebrow curiously.

“That’s the stupidest pile of crap I’ve ever heard”.

“HA! I knew it!”, Muerlin threw her arms in the air to stretch before plopping on the pillows with her hands behind her head. Her legs crossed.

“Shut up! You don’t know anything,” the girl griped.

“Whatever you say,” Muerlin grinned. “So, I assume it’s your real name? Which Dion must’ve not known, huh? Which is why he called you Galahd. Since you’re from there, I’d assume that’s where you’re trying to go”.

Unbeknownst to Muerlin, the girl began to shake.

“I take it you’ve got some family you’ve been dying to see after all this time,” the wizard continued.

Galahd’s breath hinged and her glare toward the silver haired maiden could chill the spirit of any daemon.

Muerlin leaned up from her position, a sentimental smile on her face as she reminisced on her time in Tenebrae, the only family she had ever known and had to abandon.

“I’m...sure they’d give anything to see you and they’d be over the moon once they do”.

“WHO EVEN ASKED YOU, ANYWAY?!”

Muerlin turned toward the girl, startled.

“Trying to talk to me like you know everything, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUH?!”

She stood on the bed, her body shaking violently.

Muerlin could see the redness appearing in her eyes.

“IN CASE YOU FORGOT, WE’RE NOT FRIENDS!! AND IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED, YOU AREN’T RAMUH!! YOU’RE JUST THE INCARNATION OF HIS BRAINDEAD HORNY DAUGHTER THAT ACTUALLY IS THE REASON WHY HER ENTIRE FAMILY AND KINGDOM WENT TO SHIT!!! YOU’RE ONLY EVEN HERE BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO STUPID TO KNOW HOW TO HANDLE YOURSELF IN A FUCKED UP SITUATION!!! WALKING AROUND LIKE EVERYTHING IS JUST PEACHY ALL THE TIME WHEN IT ISN’T!!! YOU DON’T KNOW THE HALF OF IT!!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!”

Hoping off the bed, Galahd stormed toward the door to their room.

“And you never fucking will,” she angrily shouted as she slammed the door behind her, leaving Muerlin in the dark.

With a light sigh, Muerlin could only focus on the tears that fell from her eyes as she ranted.

Galahd didn’t even notice until she made her way outside the cafe. Completely ignoring the driver of the their truck as she rushed out.

She cursed herself lightly at the idea that Muerlin could have seen.

The wizard figured it would be best not to follow her. It’s not like she was particularly in the best position to run away so there was no need to worry about that.

But sleep was probably not going to happen for either of them tonight and accepting that, Muerlin resigned herself to head back down to the café.

Maybe she’d feel better over a some hot chocolate.

The driver, sitting at the bar, nodded with a kind smile at the girl whom returned with a smile and a light wave.

Once she received her order, Muerlin sat down by the window to watch the stars as she indulged in her soothing beverage.

With a light sigh, she turned her attention to her cup. The moonlight shining over the chocolatey liquid.

“Well, slow start, but...progress is progress”, she reassured herself.

Galahd sitting in a nearby tree gazing at the sky above where she recharge herself.

“Don’t worry...it won’t be much longer now...I promise...I’ll make him pay”.

Eventually the milky eyed girl made her way back to their room, so exhausted she once again ignored the man at the bar, to see Muerlin asleep in the arm chair near the bed.

With a light sigh and a whispered “idiot”, the girl gently placed a spare blanket over the exhausted mystic before getting into bed.

Instantly drifting off to her first good night’s sleep in 2 years.

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“Wait...did you just say the Pythoness?!”

A loud voice gasped in disbelief over a phone.

“Yeah, just hopped on the back of my truck outta nowhere”.

“Holy...this is unreal”.

“Yeah, she’s got some squirt with her with some weird lookin’ eyes. Paid me 300gil to get them outta town”.

“That must be S.R.! The imperials have been mentioning someone with the Pythoness with strange eyes. Apparently she’s murdered two people. I heard the imperials are saying shot a man in the head and fed a woman to a pack of albinogins”.

“You gotta be shittin’ me. And I’ve been carryin’ that nutcase around in my truck?!”

“Yeah, we better report it before something bad happens”.

“Aw, man...I don’t know they look like nice girls”.

“Heh! You call two murderers ‘nice girls’? Seriously?! I’m reporting it now before they kill somebody else”.

“Alright, alright...sheesh”.

“Trust me, by tomorrow, we won’t have to worry about a thing”.

“I hope you’re right...”.

The driver sighed before he returned the cafe phone to its holster, rubbing the back of his neck in uncertainty and shame.

“Hey, mate”, the cafe owner addressed him. “Everythin’ alright?”

“...dunno, friend”, the driver responded, “...but Gods I hope so”.

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Tagging: @digitalkanvas @completelyinappropriate @aquathemermaidstripper @glacian-apocalypse @a-new-recipehhh

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #final fantasy oc #final fantasy fanfiction #muerlinian zephyr #sibyl ramses #dionysus mammon #birdie #ardyn izunia #niflheim #Tenebrae #galahd #Insomnia

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