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onlybeeewrites · 2 years

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One more kiss fluff prompt with Bruno???

You got it, love!

One last thing

A/N: sorry if this is a bit shorter than the rest. But it’s still adorable. Hope you enjoy :)

request by: anonymous

Prompt: 16. "One more kiss?"

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x gn!reader

Warnings: slightly angsty with a happy ending :)

You and Bruno had always been close. Always. Growing up it had been rare to see you two apart. You had been glued to his side your entire life. You had been there for him thick and thin. So it hurt more than anything once he disappeared. With no note or word left by him, the loneliness was overwhelming. Much like this family, you have been left in the dark about the reason for his disappearance.

Each day hurt more and more knowing he was gone. You both had been together for years, and when you thought you both would plan a wedding date....he was gone. Every day you searched more and more, trying to find someplace as to where he had gone. Casita even allowed you to spend time in his room to help cope. But it didn't help. Only time would.

But Casita kept the truth from you. Knowing that the love of your life was hidden within the walls. Bruno watched through the walls of the dining room, watching as you had dinner almost every night with his family.

You had grown up with the Madrigals and became one of them rather quickly. And since Bruno left, you had been on your own completely. So more often than not you spent your time helping around the home. And Bruno watched every day. From the first day to weeks the tears would not stop coming out of your eyes. And the guilt he felt for leaving you without a single word, he could have. He should have left you something. Anything.

But he watched you. Bruno watched as you got so strong in this grief. Dealing with his disappearance, but still keeping a strong facade for his nieces and nephews, his sisters. You were always the strong one. It was something he loved most about you.

And that faithful night as Mirabel stood up to Alma, you had never felt so proud of her. How she stood up for herself, her sisters, their family. You thought of Bruno, how he would have been proud of his niece as well. How similar the two were.

But soon enough the house began to crumble, and Casita helped you all out in the last push to keep you safe. Your eyes widened as the home began to crumble and fall apart, the magic fading. And what you had not known, Bruno had escaped in the side of the home while Julieta scrambled to find Mirabel as the house finally settled in a pile of rubble.

Everyone was shaken. Scared. How could this happen?

The next thing you knew was everyone searching for Mirabel. You could see the panic on Julieta's face. It was the same panic you had in your chest. Mirabel disappeared. Just like Bruno.

So quickly you all began to search, not knowing that Alma had found her by the river where she lost her husband Pedro. Also where Bruno met up with them as well.

And when they returned you stared at him, as he had a moment with his family to apologize. So many emotions ran through you as he then turned to you, walking up to you as he gathered the courage.

"Amor..." He started, his eyes shifting as he wrang his hands in nervousness. How could he expect you to forgive him? And then he felt the slap across his face. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it was enough to sting. His hand moved to where you had hit him. He let out a small chuckle as if he had expected that. "yeah...I uh, deserve that huh?" he asked as he shifted his eyes from the ground and back up towards you.

"No." you say in a shaky voice, "That was just for not telling me. I missed you," You had tears in your eyes. Where had he been? He had a lot of explaining to do. But for now, he was home, and you would never let him go. You pulled him into a tight hug before Camilo spoke.

"Well, what do we do now? We don't have a house," he said, earning a scolding look from his father. "What?" laughter rang amongst the family.

"A new foundation would be nice," Mirabel said, as Alma nodded in agreement. Then they heard everyone in town coming to help the Madrigals rebuild their home.

It was a special moment. The Madrigals had spent their lives helping the town, and now they would return that favor. Soon enough the home had been rebuilt, Mirabel got her door and everything was normal.

Until about a week later and Bruno had been acting strangely. Casita and Antonio had come gotten you once evening, pulling you out to the courtyard of the home. "What is this all about?" you questioned the youngest Madrigal who just shrugged innocently.

"Tio Bruno just wants you to meet him here, is that so bad?" he asked. But before you could respond, you made it to the top of the stairs. It was all beautifully decorated with your favorite flowers that were probably provided by Isabela. Candles lined the stairs similarly to how it was during the ceremony.

And petals were scattered into a large circle where Bruno was standing nervously. Antonio grinned and gave you a small push. All the cousins were watching behind the plants from afar, while Felix, Pepa, Julieta, and Agustin were in the doorway to the kitchen. Alma was off to the side.

"What...what is this?" your mind knew in a way what was happening but it was difficult to process. What this why Julieta had you changed into a nice dress? Slowly you walked down the stairs to Bruno as he fumbled with something in his hand.

"Well uh...I figured this was coming for a while and since everything is alright now, and I'm back, and you're back..." his voice was shaking and his eyes moved everywhere to look at anything but you.

"Amor," you reassure gently, "Take a breath," you add with a giggle as he nodded and did so before speaking again.

"I have loved you for so long. And being away from you only showed me how strong you are and how much I truly need you in my life. I have seen many visions but....this was one future that I thought couldn't be true. But I love you. And if you'd like, I would like to marry you. And be by my side, for the rest of our days," he finished nervously as he waited for your reaction.

You were at a loss. You didn't think it would ever happen. But late is better than never, hm? So you nodded, "Yes!" you said before cupping his face and kissing him all over. "Yes, yes, yes" you mumbled between kisses, before allowing him to slip on the ring onto your finger. His family all popped out of their places and cheered.

"Perfect, celebratory dinner is already," Julieta said with a grin, "come eat," she said as everyone started to come downstairs to have some dinner and delicious desserts.

Bruno started to move before you stopped him, "Wait, one last thing...one more kiss?" you asked with a lovesick grin. How could he say no?

"Of course, mi vida," he said before cupping your face and kissing you lovingly. You would now always be at his side, and you would always be safe. After everything they had been through, everything was now finally perfect.

#Bruno Madrigal #Bruno imagine #Bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #Encanto imagine #Encanto #fluff #fluff imagine #wholesome #wholesome imagine #onlybeeewrites #x reader #reader insert #x gn!reader #gn!reader

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kylie-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late?

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg?

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley imagine

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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i’m giving up this life ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders

word count: 1996

request?: no

description: after his wife takes a bullet meant for him, tommy finds she was holding a secret from him, and that it is time for him to give up on the gangster lifestyle

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence

masterlist (one, two)

Tommy closed his eyes as the shot rang out. For once, he was prepared for whatever was coming, and he even started to silently ask for forgiveness in his next life.

However, the end didn’t come. There wasn’t even any pain that would’ve indicated he was shot. When he opened his eyes, he found his wife laying on the ground at his feet instead, a pool of blood growing around her.

The man who had attempted to kill Tommy was frozen in shock as he watched the infamous gang leader fall to his knees. He took his wife into his arms, cradling her as he frantically tied to stop the blood coming from her wound.

"Come on, love,” he begged. “Wake up, stay with me.”

Her skin was ice cold. Tommy’s hands were stained red within seconds of touching her wound. He was panicking, his mind wasn’t working properly.

Anger started to course through his veins, and in one quick motion, he pulled his gun and shot the man until he was riddled with bullet wounds. He scooped (Y/N) up in his arms and quickly carried her out of the room.

“Tommy!” Arthur called as Tommy emerged from the building. “What happened?”

“I don’t know where she came from,” Tommy said, still in a partial daze of anger and worry. “One minute it’s just me and him, the next I find (Y/N) in front of me after...she’s bleeding so much.”

Arthur opened the door of his car. “Get in, I’ll get us to the hospital.”

~~~~~~

The wait was agonizingly long. Tommy had begged to be in the room with (Y/N) as they operated on her, but the doctor was firm in having him wait in the waiting room. The Peaky Blinders may have had most officials in Birmingham under their thumb, but the doctors still held a certain level of professionalism no matter who their patients were.

Polly came to be with him while Arthur and the boys went to deal with the body Tommy had left behind. She was watching him pace back and forth in front of her. “Tommy, pleas sit down. You’re making me dizzy.”

“How much longer till we hear something?” Tommy asked, ignoring his aunt. “They’ve been in there for so long.”

“It takes time, dear. They have to make sure she doesn’t have any complications and she’ll make a full recovery.”

“Why don’t they know yet?”

Polly sighed as Tommy finally sat next to her. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and struggled to light it. His hand was shaking so much the flame wouldn’t stay over the cigarette. She placed a more steady hand over Tommy’s and guided the light to the cigarette.

“She’ll be okay Tommy.”

Tommy was blinking back tears as he took a puff from his cigarette. “Why would she put herself in danger for me?”

Polly took Tommy’s hand in hers. “Love makes you do crazy things, and she loves you so much.”

Tommy didn’t say anything. Instead, he took another long puff off his cigarette.

(Y/N) was an angel; a kind woman with a heart of gold who was strong and unafraid of anyone or anything. Tommy could never understand what it was that made her fall in love with him, and he’d never understand how she could love him so much that she’d risk her life for him.

When the doctor emerged and called (Y/N)’s name, Tommy was standing within seconds. “Is she okay?”

“She will be after some rest,” the doctor told him. “She lost a lot of blood, but you got her here just in time. We managed to extract the bullet and stitch up her wound. They’ll both be just fine.”

“They?” Tommy asked.

“The baby.” Tommy’s eyes widened, which answered any questions the doctor had. “You didn’t know.”

Tommy was shocked into silence. He didn’t even know (Y/N) had suspected she was pregnant. If she had known. Maybe she didn’t, or else she would have told him, right?”

“Can he see her now?” Polly asked, coming to Tommy’s side.

“Of course,” the doctor responded. “Go on in, Mr. Shelby.”

Tommy’s feet moved before his mind caught up with him. He found (Y/N) in her hospital bed, her eyes closed and the color slowly returning to her face.

He was almost afraid to touch her as he pulled a chair up next to her bed. She looked so fragile, like even a slight touch would cause her to shatter into pieces. He gently brushed her hair from her face, allowing his hand to linger against her face for a moment longer.

“I’m not worth this, love,” he whispered. “I deserved that bullet, not you. It was meant for me. I should be the one in this hospital bed.”

His hand moved from her face to her stomach, gently touching the spot where his child was growing inside of her.

“I didn’t even know. I continued to put your life in danger because of what I am, and because of that we almost lost our baby.”

With no one around to see him, Tommy let the tears freely run down his face.

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(Y/N) was unconscious for a total of three days. Tommy did not leave her side for a single moment. Each of his family came to visit their sister-in-law, and to make sure Tommy was okay. Polly often brought food for him, knowing he wouldn’t eat otherwise.

The doctors continued to give (Y/N) a shot that was meant to help give the baby nutrients to grow while (Y/N) was unconscious. Every time someone came in to give her the shot, Tommy just wished she would finally open her eyes again, that she’d finally be okay to grow the child on her own.

Ada was the last to visit, bringing a small bouquet of flowers with her for (Y/N).

“How is she?” Ada asked, taking a seat in the chair next to Tommy.

“The doctors say she’s stable,” Tommy responded. “They say it’s only a matter of time until she wakes up.”

“She’ll wake up soon,” Ada assured him. “She’s a fighter, remember? A real Shelby.”

This managed to make Tommy chuckle slightly, the first time in days that he showed even the slightest positive emotion.

“I suppose Polly has told the family our surprise announcement,” he said, his eyes trailing back to (Y/N)’s stomach again.

“Only me,” Ada responded. “She figured you two would want to tell everyone when (Y/N) wakes up, but she also knew you’d need someone while she’s still out. Someone who doesn’t have a cock between their legs.”

Tommy smiled slightly again. Polly always knew what he needed, what they all needed. For the woman who never birthed them, she was truly their mother through and through.

“I’m terrified, Ada,” Tommy admitted. “Not of having the baby, but that what I do - who I am - is going to put that baby in danger. I’ve known for years I’m putting (Y/N) in danger, but she’s always insisted she doesn’t mind. It was her choice to be a part of this family and this life, but that baby didn’t get to choose. We’re forcing him into a life of danger, all because of me.”

Ada put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze, but she didn’t try to dispute him. Of course he was right, they all knew he was. Every Shelby man knew the risks of bringing a child into the world of the Peaky Blinders, even Ada knew when she gave birth to Karl. But for Tommy it was so much worse. Tommy wasn’t just a Shelby man, or just a member of the Peaky Blinders. He was their leader. He was the one with a massive target on his back constantly. He was the one their rivals would look to first to find a way to gain leverage over him - meaning they would look to (Y/N) and their baby first.

“I’m giving up this life, Ada,” Tommy said, the words coming out just as he made the decision in his head. “All of it, I’m giving it all up. The minute (Y/N) wakes up and is okay to leave the hospital, I’m taking her to the Garrison where we’ll announce she’s pregnant, and then I’m announcing my leave. Arthur can take over for me. Then, I’m taking (Y/N) as far away from Birmingham as I possibly can. Somewhere fit to raise our baby together.”

Ada was smiling at her brother. “I think that’s a perfect idea, Tommy.”

“Do you really mean it?”

The Shelby siblings looked over to see (Y/N) looking over at them, her eyes still blinking in an attempt to adjust to the bright hospital lighting.

Tommy jumped up from his seat and took (Y/N)’s face in his hands, kissing her face repeatedly. She giggled as he did so, before moving her head so he would kiss her lips. Ada stood as well, smiling down at her sister-in-law. “I’m glad you’re awake, (Y/N).”

“I’m glad you’re the first two I got to see,” (Y/N) responded. “Are those for me?”

“Yeah, I brought them,” Ada responded. “An assortment of your favorites. I figured this drab room needed something to brighten it up.”

(Y/N) smiled weakly. “Thank you, Ada. I really appreciate it.”

Ada gave (Y/N) a gentle hug before leaving her alone with Tommy. His touch was still gentle as he took her hand in his. She was still cold, but he was beginning to feel a slight warmth in her fingertips. It was almost like she was coming back to life all at once.

“I’m sorry I jumped in front of that bullet, Tommy,” she said. “Arthur tried to stop me from running into the building, but I knew what you were going to do and I just...I couldn’t let you...”

She trailed off, but Tommy knew what she meant; I couldn’t let the father of my child die.

“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” Tommy said. “I’m sorry I put you in danger, not just that time but all the times before as well. It’s not fair of me to keep doing this to you.”

“It’s your job, Tommy, and your family. I knew that when I married you.”

“But our baby didn’t know that when we created him.”

(Y/N)’s hand trailed to her stomach, the same way Tommy’s often had when he thought about the baby. “Is he okay?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Tommy’s lips. “It is a boy?”

(Y/N) smiled back at him. “Oh, I don’t know, but I have a feeling. Your mum had three Shelby men before she had one girl, and Ada and John have only had boys so far. I figure it only makes sense that we’ll have one, too.”

Tommy brought her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles.

“Did you mean it, Tommy?” she asked again. “About giving up the Peaky Blinders?”

“I meant every word I said,” Tommy responded. “I almost lost you, (Y/N), and I’m not risking that again. I’m not risking losing our child, either. This life was not meant for families, and it’s best to get out before we bring a little one of our own into this world.”

(Y/N) was practically glowing at this news. While she supported Tommy with whatever decision he made, she’d be lying if she said the thought of bringing a child into his world hadn’t scared her. To hear him come to the decision to get out all on his own made her heart feel warm and made her feel happy.

“I love you so much, Tommy,” she said.

“I love you, too, (Y/N). Rest again, love. When you are cleared, we have a lot to tell the family.”

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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violettelueur · 3 years

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ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi ft. gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors but other than that n/a

| form : headcanons

| published : 14 december

| request : hi! could i pls get an order of hcs for itadori yuji and fushiguro megumi with a s/o who is their childhood and best friend that they liked for a long time now but neither of you acknowledged these feelings shrugging it off as just part of your close friendship including any and all interactions that could be pointed as romantic colored, until you two get into the jujutsu academy and a third party (gojo satoru) starts teasing you two into getting together? idk if that makes sense but thank you!

| barista’s notes : this will be the last one for tonight ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ and let me admit - i say this a lot to be honest - this isn’t really my best piece of work and i really do apologies for it ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ but i hope you enjoy this last cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) for the night (for me in the UK) and please come again soon!

ITADORI YUJI:

Due to the fact that you and Itadori have been best friends since childhood, you both knew each other extremely well like the back of your hand.

Both you and Itadori knew each other's families, favourite food, favourite activities, favourite manga/animes and many many more.

When you both were younger, you and Itadori would play many sports like track, football, basketball and many more causing people to be scared to verse you guys.

Between the both of you, you were the responsible one in the pair, always keeping him out of irresponsible situations as well as calming him down when he gets extremely angry.

However, it got a bit harder for you to do that once you had to go to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, being far away from Itadori was something you wish you didn’t have to do at all - especially when you haven’t had the chance to confess your feelings to him after a long period of having a crush on him.

The same could be said for Itadori, he doesn’t know when or where, but he also had feelings for you ever since you both were kids - and to see you go all the way to Tokyo really hit him in the heart.

However, once Itadori got involved within the world of Jujutsu by consuming one of Sukuna’s fingers - you couldn’t help but feel extremely responsible about the whole thing but Itadori was extremely forgiving of you for not telling him about curses - he knows you were trying to protect him.

Over time, you had gotten used to the fact Itadori was with you at the college and helped him study and train to help him learn his new abilities.

This is when your teacher Gojo would tease the both of you and will constantly do so until you and Itadori will get fed up with him.

“Ah~ a study date? You guys are too cute!”

“Oya~ a training date? Don’t beat him too much Y/N~ you don’t want him to die before you confess to him~”

This will continue on and on causing both of you and Itadori to overthink about the whole situation - like does she/he like me as Gojo said? Would she/he reject me? What if it’s just me?

Then somehow, somewhere, you both would accidentally confess to each other at the same time - like simultaneously.

“I really like you Yuji!” “I like you Y/N!”

Ha?

HAAAAAAAAA?

There would be an awkward silence between the both of you before Itadori would lean in close to your face before asking “are you serious?” to which then he would pull you into a very tight hug with the most bright smile on his face as well as yours.

“Yeah, I am being serious Yuji, I really really really like you”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI:

Between you and Fushiguro, you both met when Gojo took him in after negotiation with the Zenin clan about him being sold to them.

You were quite shy when you first met him since you weren’t used to kids having the ability to see curses as well as manifesting curse energy like you - so to say you were somewhat suspicious of him, in the beginning, was an understatement (like I can imagine you hiding behind Gojo’s leg)

However, you also had to be the first one to make the first move and greet him since Fushiguro himself was somewhat also closed off - maybe you gave him a cookie or a sweet.

Over time, you and Fushiguro got closer and closer as you both grew up, to the point where you and him also went to the same middle school.

During this time, Fushiguro was known to be quite a delinquent and you were the only one that would tend his wounds somewhere outside the school grounds after running away from any teachers that were nearby or chasing after you.

“Ah, you need to stop getting into fights, Mimi, but since the bullying is going at an all-time low, I guess I’ll let you off ha?”

“Shut up”

I guess this is where you both started gaining feelings for each other - the fact that you genuinely cared about him was what made his heart flutter and that Fushiguro was protecting people was what settled it for you.

As time went on, you and Fushiguro were now in your first year at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College and that also meant that you were going to spend a lot more time together - that also meant you were going to spend a lot of time with a certain white-haired, crystal blue eyes shaman.

Whenever you and Fushiguro were alone together, Gojo would find you in the most awkward timings.

Like one time, he found you laying your head on Fushiguro’s lap sleeping, while he was scrolling on his phone while patting your head.

“Oya oya~ are you taking care of your girlfriend? That’s so sweet of you Megumi~”

Another situation would be when you both would be in a car and he would lay his head on your shoulder to rest up - but to also be closer to you.

“Ah Y/N~ Megumi~ you two look so cute, let me get a picture” and then he would pull out his phone and start taking multiple photos of the both of you.

It’s not really Gojo that persuades you guys to confess even though what he says does come into mind for the both of you - like are we actually cute? Would we make a cute couple? Do we act like one?

Many many questions will be asked

How do both of you confess to each other? It is most likely when you and him are alone in his dorm room.

You would probably be laying your head on his lap while petting his divine dog - that you asked forced him to summon - that was laying his head on your stomach while Fushiguro was once again reading something from his phone

“Mimi….you know….I really like you more than a friend since we were like kids,”

After that, you would turn to your side to look away from Fushiguro, not wanting to look at his reaction in case he chooses to reject you.

However, you would see his divine dog pop his nose with yours before feeling something on your temple, only to suddenly realise it was Fushiguro kissing your temple.

“I really like you to Y/N, since we were kids as well”

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restlessfandoming · 3 years

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“ice fishing” (pt. 5) (chilumi fic)

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“Childe invites Lumine to the annual Snezhnayan holiday dedicated to the Tsaritsa. There, she meets his entire family, and all the conflict that comes with them.”

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“ice fishing” (pt. 5)

“So Misha just asked you about besting me in combat?” Childe asked.

“She seemed to get a real kick out of it,” Lumine said.

He smiled through gritted teeth. “Of course she did.” He put down a chess piece. “Well apparently that was enough to convince her. She’s a completely changed person.”

“I like sister Misha like this!” Tonia chirped behind Lumine as she tried braiding the traveler’s blonde hair.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen her smile so much!” Teucer added from Lumine’s lap where he was reading a book.

“It’s a little weird,” Anthon commented. “But I guess I like it too.” He moved a chess piece opposite Childe's. “Aaaand checkmate!”

“You beat me again, Anthon,” Childe said, exasperated.

“You let an 11 year old beat you at chess?” Lumine asked.

While Anthon giggled, Childe turned his nose up. “It’s not as easy as you think.”

The five of them were sitting in one of the den rooms, gathered there after dinner. A large fireplace burned in front of them, as the cold Snezhnayan night frosted on the great windows. The rest of the family had already turned in for the night.

“If only Alexei wasn’t so weird,” Tonia mumbled.

“Why do you think he’s weird?” Lumine asked. She was curious as to the children’s opinions of their eldest brother.

“When Mommy got sick, he stopped playing with us! He wouldn’t talk to us either…,” she replied.

“He was always really mad when talking to Mommy or Daddy,” Teucer said sadly.

Anthon gripped a chess piece in his hand. “It’s like he has a dark cloud following him.”

Childe’s brows furrowed. “Don’t worry guys. He’ll be gone soon; the holiday is almost over.”

“Does that mean you and Lumine will be leaving too?!” Teucer cried, dropping his book, and turning to wrap his arms tightly around her waist. “I don’t want you to leave…”

“Can you stay forever?” Tonia begged.

“Ah...uhm...maybe one day?” Lumine hesitantly responded. She smiled sadly. “I have a...mission I have to finish first. Maybe after that?”

“Okay!” Tonia stepped around Lumine to face her. She held up her pinky finger. “Do you pinky promise?”

Lumine looked down at the little girl’s finger, her hopeful face. I...I…

Her heart broke. I can’t make that promise.

As much as she loved her time here, there was no telling where her journey would lead her. And what happened if—when—she found Aether?

And would Childe even still be at her side?

She glanced at him, surprised to find him already staring back at her, his own eyes wondering, waiting for her response.

She looked back at Tonia’s awaiting hand, biting the inside of her cheek.

Protect the children’s dreams, she thought. She raised her hand, ready to seal the promise. Ready to lie to this sweet little girl.

Childe’s gloved hand gently closed over Tonia’s. He knelt down, so he was face to face with his sister. “Let’s not make Lumine promise something like that, okay?” he said quietly. “It’s a big promise to ask of someone.”

Tonia blinked, her doe eyes glistening, and her little mouth turned into a frown. She put her hand down. “Okay…”

Childe smiled at her, then ruffled her hair. “Thank you, Tonia.” He stood, then turned and walked out of the room without another word.

There was something wrong, and Lumine knew it. She stood as quickly as she could, picking up Teucer out of her lap. “Keep playing, kids. I’ll be right back.” She ran into the hall, the children’s noises of protests fading behind her.

The hallway was dark, the only source of light was the pale moonlight streaming in through the large windows.

She caught up to Childe, grabbing his arm. “What’s wrong?”

He stopped in his tracks. She heard him take a small breath in. He turned, and there was a smile on his face. “Nothing’s wrong.” He continued walking.

Lumine frowned. A lie.

She stepped in front of him. “Tell me.”

He looked at her. The smile dropped, and he looked tired. “How much longer do we have, Lumine?”

Lumine blinked at him. “...What do you mean?”

“You have your mission; you have to find your brother,” he said. “Then what? You find him, then bring him back here?” His eyes were concerned. “Would he even want to come here? Would you even want to come back?”

He...He’s worried. Worried about their future together.

Sure there was a lot of uncertainty. And that was something she battled for a long time. But for the first time in a long, long time, she felt safe and warm. Comfortable. Loved.

Lumine stepped close, wrapping her arms around Childe. He hesitantly hugged her back. “You’re right. I don’t know. I don’t know about a lot of things in the future,” she told him. “But...I do know that...I love you. That I want to be with you. For as long as I can.”

A soft laugh. “You…” He put his index finger under her chin, tilting her head up, his thumb on her lips. “You always know what to say,” he leaned down, close, his breath on hers, his voice getting quieter, “to make me fall in love with you even more.”

They shared a kiss—a soft, sweet kiss. A soft promise of being together, for as long as they could.

Then there was a shuffling behind them, and they broke apart to see the three children scurrying back to the den.

“I told you, Tonia, they were just gonna be kissing out there!” they heard Anthon whisper aggressively down the hall.

Tonia giggled and Teucer let out an “ewwwww!”

“You sure you want to come back to that?” Childe asked, teasingly.

“Of course,” Lumine said. “It’s family.”

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Lumine awoke in the middle of the night. Childe was sound asleep next to her. She curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest.

She tried falling back asleep to the rise and fall of his breathing, but to no avail. Something was keeping her up.

She sat up, yawning and stretching as quietly as she could, then slid out of bed. She left the room. Hopefully a stroll around the house will help.

She walked down the corridor, passing closed doors, making her way to the stairs. She heard footsteps coming from the adjacent hallway. Someone else is awake?

She turned the corner and saw Alexei walking down the hallway, to his mother’s room. Clutching something in his hand.

“Taking everything that’s rightfully mine.” His chilling words rang in her mind.

She stepped towards him. “Stop,” she said, her voice bouncing around the stone hallway.

He froze, then slowly turned towards her. His eye twitched. “Ah, Lumine,” he said with a strained smile. “Whatever are you doing up at this hour?”

She crossed her arms. “I couldn’t sleep. And you?” she asked, eyeing his clenched hand.

His gaze flickered to the hand as well. “Giving my mother her nightly medicine.” He opened his palm, revealing a small vial of liquid. It looked medicinal enough. But is it?

Lumine took a step towards him, and Alexei took a step back. Nervousness. Or defensiveness. “Why do I not believe you?”

“You’ve only just met me, dear,” he said. “Of course you don’t trust me.”

“You pulled a dagger on me.”

He laughed. “Apologies for that. I do get unreasonably angry when people compare me to Ajax.” He bowed slightly. “Other than that, I haven’t wronged you, have I?”

She scoffed. “You said you were going to take what’s ‘rightfully yours.’ And, you said you would only hurt me if I got in your way.” She glared at him. “So forgive me if I’m not exactly trusting of you.”

“How about this?” he said, pocketing the vial. “You let me go, and I’ll do the same for you.”

“Absolutely not.”

Alexei shrugged, a quick exhale escaping from his nose. “Your loss.”

He charged at her, taking out his dagger speedily.

Too easy. Lumine materialized her blade, catching his dagger. “Same old trick, Alexei?”

He smiled. “Hmm...not quite.” Suddenly, the dagger glowed purple, and sent out a sphere of Electro energy.

What?!

The wave shocked Lumine point blank, sending her flying backwards, landing on her side. The air was knocked from her lungs, and now her entire body was in pain.

Alexei didn’t have a Vision before—?!

She looked up to seeing him examining the weapon. “You know, it took me a while to find a black market Delusion,” he told her. “But with this, I’ll be able to easily take on anyone with a Vision.”

Of course...that power was stronger than a Vision. She had been unprepared for it. Now her body was suffering because of it.

“So...what now...Alexei?” Lumine said heavy breaths. “You...you going to murder...your family?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is it that obvious?” He laughed wickedly.

“And...and for what?”

“For everything, of course. The wealth, the power, blah blah blah.” He came and crouched in front of Lumine. She weakly held up her sword in defense. He continued, “There’s no place for weakness in this world. So my parents have to go. My siblings? They never saw me as superior.” He grimaced. “Always Ajax…” He glared at her. “So they all have to go.”

He stood, raising his dagger, charging it with massive amounts of Electro energy. “And now that you decided to get in my way, you’ll have to go too, dear Lumine.” He tilted his head. “A pity. I was just getting to know you.” A laugh. “Oh well!”

The dagger came rushing down.

Lumine took a deep breath, starting to muster her energy to conjure enough Anemo power to hopefully blast the attack away. But she didn’t have to.

A large wave of Hydro energy splashed in front of her—a shield—sending the Electro energy sparking back.

“Just like I said,” Childe said behind her as he helped lift her up, “Stirring up trouble as always, Lumine.”

“Seems like trouble just seems to find its way to us.”

“You let Alexei almost beat you?”

She glared at him. “Of course not. I was caught off guard.” She lifted her sword, turning to Alexei. “I won’t let it happen again.”

Alexei let out a haggard laugh. “What a lovely power couple.” He charged up a ball of electricity in his palm. “Will it be enough to stop me though?”

“Alexei, you always lost to me,” Childe said, Hydro energy swirling around him. “What makes you think this time is different?”

The eldest brother grinned. “You may be strong, Ajax. But you never were very good at chess.”

He shot the electricity at the door behind him. Into his mother’s room.

The entire wall crumbled, sending debris flying down the hall. Childe and Lumine dropped to the floor, dodging the pieces. When they looked up, Alexei had disappeared. They heard the sounds of people approaching.

Misha stood there, looking dazed and confused, along with Feliks. “What happened?!” she asked, eyes on the blown out wall.

“That’s—That’s Galina’s room!” Feliks yelled. He rushed forward, but Childe stepped in front of him.

“It’s too dangerous,” Childe said.

Lumine nodded. “You two take the kids and get away from here.”

“Where’s Alexei?” Misha asked.

Childe’s jaw clenched. “Who do you think started this?”

She frowned. “That crazy bastard.” She unsheathed her own sword. “Let me help.”

“No,” Childe said. “He has a Delusion now; you two don’t have Visions. You need to get Tonia, Anthon, and Teucer out of here.”

Misha paused, then sheathed her blade. “Okay...But give him a piece of my mind for me.”

“Alexei…,” Feliks murmured, incredible sadness crossing his face.

Lumine set a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. We’ll handle it,” she reassured. “Now, quickly, get out of here!” We’ve wasted enough time…

Feliks and Misha nodded, turning the corner to the hallway where the kid’s bedrooms were.

Lumine and Childe nodded at each other, then ventured through the rubble into Galina’s room.

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Half of the wall had been destroyed in the blast, letting the cold night air rush in. Little snow flurries floated in, and the moonlight casted a blue hue throughout the room. Alexei knelt in the middle of the room, Galina in his arms. Her eyes were closed.

Lumine raised her sword while Childe raised his Hydro spear.

Alexei looked up at them. Then, “Too late,” he said, a sardonic grin splitting his face. He held up the empty vial.

He dropped her on the floor where she fell limply.

Lumine’s heart froze. No—!

Next to her, Childe was still, as if all time had stopped. His eyes were unblinking as he looked at his mother on the ground.

Alexei stood. “Look at what happens when you worry about family too much,” he said. “If only father and sister didn’t show up, maybe you would’ve stopped me in time.” He charged up his Electro energy in his hand again. It was growing more unstable, lightning strikes lashing out at random. “One down. Eight more to go.”

He shot the attack towards Lumine and Childe.

Childe caught it in his bare hand, holding the ball of energy as the electricity crackled around him, up his arm. He bared his teeth, biting down so hard Lumine saw a trail of blood leak from his lips. His face was twisted in pure anger.

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“ALEXEI!” he screamed, his voice becoming heavily distorted.

He’s—! Lumine automatically knew what was happening. She dove to the side, getting as far away from him as she could.

Childe absorbed the Electro energy he held, his whole body becoming engulfed in the sparking electricity. Then, Lumine heard the familiar sound of metal crashing together as heavy armor clashed onto his body.

Alexei’s eyes widened.

The lightning cleared, and floating before them was Tartaglia: complete in his Foul Legacy Transformation.

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[part 6]

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Avatar: The Last Airbender Critique

There are already a million of posts like this one, and I might be saying things that’ve already been said a million times but I’ve recently become reheated about the ATLA ending and wanted to let it out -_- No one asked, this is true, and this may or may not be a way to stall from this final project I still have to complete, but here’s 10 things I didn't like and/or would change about the show that likely shouldn’t need changing because they should have been done in the first place.

1. Katara should have apologized to Sokka after TSR

It should have happened and it didn't. In my canon-avoiding mind, Katara and Sokka have a heartfelt conversation where she apologizes for the awful things she said, Sokka says he forgives her and he's sorry if he wasn't as there for her as much as he should have been, which he follows up with "but I'm happy you listened to Aang and took his advice," leading into my next point

2. Katara should have said that not killing Yon Rha was her choice

And thats why it was the right one. Not because Aang already said it was wrong. No no. It was the right choice because that's what she chose. I love my mom to death and can't imagine losing her in any way, let alone the way Katara did. And I can't say for sure that if I was in her shoes that I know what I would have done f that yes I do I would have killed that motherfucker. But I also know that if Katara decided not to kill him, then that was one of two correct choices because they were Katara's choices to make. Not Aang's or anyone else's and this should have been clarified. I know it's a kids show but I said what I said. Next point.

3. Katara should have said more after telling Aang she was unsure at the Ember Island Players

Katara hasn't had any trouble saying how she feels, especially when it comes to helping others and making them feel better, whether she was right or wrong. But she holds back or overly softens blows and seems to even shrivel up at times when it comes to Aang. And me no likey. I had a boyfriend who I adored and admired and just genuinely looked up to. I'm also a shy and anxious person who hates confrontation, but because I loved him, I never refrained from telling him when he was wrong. I might have been a little shaky about it but I did it tho because when you want to be with someone you walk through the grass and stomp through the mud. And I personally feel like either in that moment or later on in an added scene that Katara should have voiced to Aang how unheard and disrespected she felt about his words before TSR and his actions on the balcony. I hate being uncomfortable and my secondhand embarrassment is toxic but I would love to see a scene of this. I always imagined Katara saying stuff like "But I'm not you Aang, and I'm not an Air Nomad," or "Zuko could understand why I needed to go, and I'd hoped you would too," or...I'm out of ideas but you get the idea. And you know what, I know I'm a hard Zutara shipper, but them having this conversation would honestly make me respect their relationship a whole lot more should it be believably written to end on a good note (I don't see how it could be but hey I'm an open minded person and I did think they were cute together once upon a time). Basically, all I'm saying is that Katara is no small voice and she should have been written that way when with Aang. Boyfriends can make you shy but should never make you weak. Period. Next point.

4. No rock! ONLY GROWTH!!!!!!!!!!!

I still squint my eyes whenever I remember that rock that unblocked Aang's chakra. What even was that? The laziest writing possible in my opinion. That's what. And Aang deserved better. What should have happened should have been that Aang started to lose to Ozai. And then as Ozai's about to deliver the finishing blow, Aang has flashbacks of everyone he's trying to save and honor, ending with a very prominent flashback of Katara with the guru's disembodied voice reminding Aang to let go of his attachments to become all he needs to be...then BOOM! Baby boy is back on his feet, chakra unblocked, he kicks Ozai's ass, I'm crying hysterically on the floor, as are the rest of us, and he wins. Then at the end of the series, instead of a kiss, he gives Katara an apology. She accepts, everyone else comes to join them on the balcony, cinematic group hug, camera pan into the sun. I don't know lol. Basically what I'm saying is that Aang did not deserve some deus ex machina. He deserved to grow and become his best self like everyone else got to.

5. Aang should have heard differently in The Storm

Katara is a very fate-minded person and this is when I saw potential for her to become a toxic character in regards to Aang. When he admits that he ran away from home 100 years ago, Katara tells him that that was basically a good thing because he was meant to be here and now. Like...no? What Aang did, though understandable for someone so young, was still wrong. Yes he would have maybe been killed but I'm like 10000000% sure they had a plan to protect and evacuate the literal avatar. And what was technically "meant to be" was a new avatar. But hey, what's done is done and kicking Aang while he's down is a no-no in this household. But that doesn't change the fact that Aang needed and deserved honesty. Maybe the fisherman could have said this, I don't know, but I feel like Aang should have been told by someone that although running away was wrong, it's a blessing he and Appa were able to survive and be able to help save the world now with his amazing friends found-family. Maybe this is too harsh, and maybe even outright wrong, but I felt like Aang deserved a truer answer here to support and comfort him.

6. MAILEE!!!!

Do I even need to go into detail?

7. Spiritual sigh*

Don't make me go into detail -_- I will say though that although Aang and Katara are both amazing individuals capable of earth shattering things, they were not a healthy fit for one another. This is evident in the original series and especially in their children from LOK. They both deserved the best but better than one another.

8. ZUTARAAAAAAA

This is a Zutara blog you KNEW this was coming, as it should. There's just too much. There's too damn much. I would give a real paragraph to this too, but, I mean, there's already so much proving that this was the pair. Fics, metas, rants, this site. Scroll through my blog or any of the ATLA related blogs I follow and...dude. These two were meant to be together and I'll mourn the narrative brilliance WASTED for no good reason every day for the rest of my life. No reason these two shouldn't be married with three kids. sob. I will take this part to say thank you to the amazing fic writers that gave Katara, Zuko, Mai, and Aang what they deserved that the writers didn't have the guts to give them themselves. Next point tho.

9. AANG AND ONJI

Good God almighty. Why not this? WHY NOT THIS? I'm putting on my bullet proof vest and I'm going to say this; Aanji is cuter than Zutara. Now before you scorn me or whatever, let me explain. Zutara for me is like steak. No. Chicken parmesan. I like chicken parmesan better. The point though is that Zutara is savory. You know? I don't see them as cute, I see them as Obviously. Aanji on the other hand is like a bag of my favorite candy. They are like a brownie. A cookie. Girl Scout Samoas!...I don't know what words are anymore. This post got way out of hand. I guess what I'm saying is that for Zutara, I scream, but for Aanji, I squeal. I hope that makes sense. But here's the main point I want to make. Onji never knew who Aang really was. And Aang was always, at his core, himself. She very obviously had a crush on Aang for his personality and that was crazy cute and frankly preferable to Katara's "I...guess he is." (you know exactly what I'm talking about) Anyway, I kept wanting more of them together. I wish all the time that we'd gotten to see her again, with a more fleshed out character and all. And in the way that I imagine the show should have gone, she could have been the perfect love interest for Aang, during this episode or way later, even in the comics! Another WASTED opportunity for greatness and I will, again, never recover T-T

10. Iroh get your ass back here

Maybe this is a misguided critique but I hated that Iroh just left Zuko alone in the fire nation at the end of the series. Baby was in trouble in every sense of the word and Iroh was just like "See ya! You got this nephew." I'm expected to believe that? I'm expected to accept that? No no no. He should have at least stayed for a few years to help Zuko stay upright and, you know, alive. And by "upright" I don't mean "good." I just mean been there to support him because Lord knows he needed it, at least in the beginning of his reign. It was cute that Iroh was able to settle down with his own teashop after all those years of violence and mourning and running and this and that. I was more than happy for him for being able to have that peace finally. But I still think it could have waited a little while longer so he could support Zuko.

That's it I guess. I know not everything I've said makes the most sense in one way or another, but I enjoyed putting it together all the same. Thank you for reading and have a great day. I'll go finish my final now.

(Edited for a typo)

#zutara #katara #aang #aanji #avatar the last airbender #uncle iroh #onji #on ji #Im wasting more time with these tags #avatar the last airbender critique #avatar critique #mai #avatar mai #ty lee #avatar ty lee #tylee #avatar tylee #the southern raiders

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h2bakugou · 4 years

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May I have headcanons for Bakugo, Todoroki and Hawks with an S/O who is or wants to become an heroine yet she faces a lot of backlash because she is the daughter of a -now imprisoned- villain?

a/n: of course! i love this headcanon, thank you for the request love!!

headcanon: them with an s/o who wants to be a hero but faces backlash because of her family.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing, a bit of angst, mentions of murder/death and violence!

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katsuki bakugou

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Before you even start dating, Bakugou is probably really curious about you. It was all over the news, that you’d gotten into U.A.

And despite the school’s claims to keep every student safe, you still felt like an outcast. Turning down a hall caused heads to turn, kids ducked into classrooms.

You wished people could understand that you weren’t your parents.

Two years ago your parents had been imprisoned for good, in Tartarus. Watching from a cafe tv, you learned that day that your parents were infamous villains that had killed close to hundreds, and injured more. All under your nose.

You were questioned for a while, in fact, the following six months after they got locked up you spent under a police watch. They found it hard to believe that you had absolutely nothing to do with what your parents did. And after several tests, they decided you were innocent.

News broke that you’d gotten into U.A., so much so that your parents even found out, not that you really cared what they thought, they’d lost all your trust.

Bakugou was able to see your determination though. No matter how many times you were called a villain, or some stupid name that the other kids came up with to try and make you leave, you pushed through.

What Bakugou loved the most is how calm you always looked. He knew you were hotheaded underneath it all. But you couldn’t snap at these kids, that would just prove their point.

But he saw you train and work first hand, unlike these kids. Your quirk was strong, it was no surprise you’d gotten into U.A. You were going to be a powerful hero.

When you started dating, a few things changed. Kids still made fun of you and mocked you, but not as much. Bakugou also got to see that what they said really did affect you.

You’d broke down once in front of him.

Bakugou sat on his bed, waiting for you to come join him so you could do homework. You were shuffling through your bag to find your work when you pulled out a note that had some rather nasty words written on it.

You didn’t want to cry in front of Bakugou but it just happened. Tears flooded down your cheeks as you started sobbing. Bakugou heard your cries and jumped up to comfort you.

“Hey, what the fuck is wrong?” Bakugo asked, his harsh sounding tone was more worried than anything.

“Do you think I’m going to be a villain?” You asked, your eyes red and puffy as tears streamed down your cheeks and soaked the neck of your sweater.

“What-no! What makes you think I’d think that about you?” Bakugou’s upset now too, but his eyes find the note that had been in your bag.

“Who wrote that.” Bakugou’s voice was stern, and it didn’t even sound like a question he was asking.

“I don’t know.” You sniffled.

“I’ll find out.”

“They’ll just do it again. I just wish people could understand I’m not like my parents. I want to help people.” You clung to Bakugou as you cried, his arms holding you close to him.

“They’ll see one day. I’ll make them see.” Bakugou kissed the top of your head and let you calm down in his arms.

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shoto todoroki

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Before the relationship, Todoroki knows who you are. You were all over tv when your parents were arrested for countless murders.

It was ironic. He was the son of a pro hero, and you were the daughter of two villains. Falling in love with you felt like some sort of twisted comedy.

When you got into U.A., Todoroki was unsure of your motives. You’d been labeled a villain kid, and only destined to follow in your parent’s footsteps.

But you were entirely innocent. You had no hand in what your parents had done, and you vowed to never even speak to them again.

Todoroki got close to you, at first to see if what you were saying was true. He was curious. And wanting to be a hero, he was going to stop any chance of a traitor among his classmates.

But then he got to know you. He found out you were kind, and how much you loved to help people.

You were nothing like your parents

When you started dating, he tried his best to understand what it was like to be you. He’d see kids make fun of you, and even adults when you went ou tin public.

He defended you, and people shut up real quick.

You met his dad once, and though Todoroki said it was probably going to end terribly, you insisted on meeting him.

Endeavor was a bit surprised to see you dating his son. Some of his questions for you made you a bit uncomfortable.

“Your parents are still in jail, correct?” It as so blunt, you felt like crawling under a rock.

“Father-”

“Sho, it’s fine. Uh yes, they’re still in Tartarus.” You answered his question. Endeavor could see the uneasiness on your face and decided the questionnaire could be answered later.

“You really want to be a hero-”

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to help people, helping people makes me happy.” You didn’t even let Endeavor finish his statement. Endeavor nodded and left you two alone.

Word got out that you were dating a pro heroes’ son, and well it sparked a lot of rumors.

For once, Endeavor backed you up. He’d been a bit worried about you, but his words seemed to ease some of the pressure you’d been feeling.

“If she wishes to be a hero, then that’s what she’s going to do. Suspicion is not a means to invalidate her goals and future plans.”

Todoroki has seen you break down a few times, mostly after school when kids would call you a ‘no good villain’ or some other name.

Todoroki comforts you as best as he can, either holding you close to him, or reassuring you that what they say or think isn’t the truth. Or he’ll do both.

Todoroki hates seeing you upset. He knows how bad reputations can ruin someone, and he knows the influence your parents have on you. He’s usually only recognized as Endeavor’s son, so he knows firsthand what being related to a hero or a villain can do.

He’s going to love you no matter what, and he’s helping right alongside you to make sure people understand that you are not your parents.

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hawks/keigo takami

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He’s already a pro, and his interest in you peaks when the news of your parents getting caught spreads.

You’re a newer hero, but the backlash of your parents getting caught drags you down. You feel like you’re drowning.

But in this vision where you’re drowning, a vermillion-winged man pulls you out of the water and smiles at you.

Hawks aims to be your friend at first, he can’t lie, you’re very beautiful, but he wants to get to know you. He’s a bit sketchy himself, so if you are some sort of villain he wants to know.

He doesn’t think his comments affect you. He’s a bit oblivious, he’s not intentionally trying to hurt your feelings, but when he does, he sure as hell regrets it.

“So what’s the masterplan, Miss Devious?” The name he used was what everyone called your mother.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” You turn and look at him, your eyes full of both hurt and anger.

“How are we going to catch the bad guys, or maybe, the good guys?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“Why would you say that to me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shove him away as you storm out of the room.

Hawks cocky grin is replaced by an ‘oh shit’ face. He’s really done it in now, and he’s thinking in his head that you’ll never forgive him for this one. All his other jokes seemed to fly, so why was this one so bad?

“Hey, wait up!” Hawks calls to you. He sends a few of his feathers to pin you against a wall so he can talk to you.

“Why are you so mad?” He asks, trying to examine your expression.

“Why am I mad? You just called me my fucking mom’s name. You’re making it really hard to like you. What part of ‘I don’t associate with my parents’ don’t you fucking understand?” You shout at him. Hawks’ lips form a thin line as he thinks about what he’s said.

“I’m sorry.” Hawks apologizes, figuring it’s best to at least make up for what he’s said until he can figure you out.

“Are you? Or are you just saying that so I don’t lash out?” You glare at him. Hawks looks away and sighs.

“I didn’t realize that-”

“That what? After the countless times I’ve been called a villain, that I wasn’t affected by it? Or that maybe the backlash from dozens of media sources and civilians wasn’t enough and that you feel the need to remind me that I’m the daughter of two awful villains?” You snap, tears pouring from your eyes.

“Hey, that’s not what I meant.” Hawks defended himself, his heart aching as you cried.

“I try so fucking hard. I work my ass off to prove that I’m just as good of a hero as anyone else. I fucking love helping people, it’s my job to save and help whenever I can, but it’s never enough.” You sob. Hawks’ feathers return to his wings as he lets you go.

Hawks hugs you and doesn’t let you go.

“I’ve been an asshole, and sorry won’t cut it for how I’ve acted but I want to make it up to you.” Hawks understood a bit better now. You were trying to fight the corruptness of the media. You were labeled awful things while you were just doing your job.

You’d never done an evil thing in your life, and you couldn’t hurt a fly if you tried.

“Why are you saying this now?” You ask, pushing him away.

“Because I fucking love you.” Hawks blurts out. He quickly covers his mouth, his ears turning bright red.

“Wha-”

In the spur of the moment to keep you from saying anything else, Hawks presses his lips to yours, ceasing the awkward question you were about to ask.

After this, it takes a bit of time for you to fully forgive Hawks, but you fall in love with him. He helps you prove yourself, and the two of you become practically inseparable.

Nothing can erase what your parents have done, but every day, Hawks reminds you that you aren’t your parents, and he’ll do whatever he can to make the public understand that too.

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Two beautiful people sent me an ask about my rivetra actors au, and boyyyy let me tell you, it was so fun making them again 😍 thank you to the pretty souls who asked this! 💘

The first actors au were from season 1 and 2, this one will focus on the filming of season 3 until the last season :) here you go!

more rivetra actors!au headcanon (some are nsfw-ish)

- Let me get straight to the point: lots of sex. Car sex. On-set sex. Dressing room sex. Name it.

- Both of them are aware that it was unprofessional, but there was a time when they did not see each other for more than a month because of their (especially Levi’s) busy and conflicting schedule, so when Petra surprised him on set, the frustration and longing just piled up and they had sex.

- Then it became a habit.

- And this habit, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by the other casts and even crews of the show. Armin heard them once, and the poor boy made a mental note to never ever come close to Levi’s room again.

- The older casts are fine with it since, you know, normal adult stuff. But for the love of the three Walls, can you lovebirds tone the moaning down? People are trying to get some sleep wtf.

- Levi’s make-up artist had to deal with the pain of covering his hickeys (courtesy of Ms. Petra Ral) every shoot. The ones on his neck, especially those near his adam’s apple were the most visible. And since Captain Levi rarely wore a cravat in season three, part one, it made the work harder for the make-up artist.

- As compensation, Petra always bought a special souvenir for Levi’s make-up artist whenever she flies overseas for her theater shows.

- For the premiere of season 3, Levi took Petra as his date on the red carpet. It was the first event they attended publicly as a couple.

- It was a big milestone for their relationship because they are both public figures. And we all know what happens when celebrities publicize their relationships, it is prone to issues and controversies.

- And you can very well guess that Levi Ackerman showing off his beautiful girlfriend to the press was big news. As big as the AoT premiere even.

- During the air of season three, Levi became more famous and he attracted many overseas fans as well as international actresses because of his brilliant scenes with Kenny.

- Although Petra is not the jealous type, she admitted that somehow it affected her when other international actresses expressed their admiration towards Levi. Some even said that Levi is their type and they are looking forward to working with him in the future.

- When Levi sensed this, he immediately headed to his IG and posted a picture of Petra with a very cheesy caption lmao. Forgive him, he's new to this kind of relationship.

- Did I mention he also posted a picture of them kissing in front of the Eiffel tower?

- Only a few know this, but the real Levi is one clingy boyfriend.

- He is very touchy when it comes to Petra. He just really loves holding her. Sometimes he just randomly hugs her, caresses her, nuzzles her. He just loves having skin-to-skin contact with her.

- His love language is actions and gestures.

- His favorite gesture to do to Petra is a back hug with his arms under her boobs. It was a soft gesture and it wasn't sexual in any way...until it did.

- More than half of their sex started with Levi touching Petra’s underboobs tbh.

- Sometimes Levi thinks that he's neglecting Petra and more than once he considered quitting the show business for her. But then he’ll see her smiling at him, and she tells him that she's very proud of what he’s doing and that she's happy that she gets to support him with doing the things he is really passionate about and just… all he could think of that time is that he wants to marry this amazing woman.

- He is also supportive of Petra’s theater actress career, of course. And he hates the fact that he needs to hide whenever he watches one of her shows since people eventually gather around him asking for an autograph and he feels that it’s rude for Petra. This is her moment and he doesn’t want to ruin it for her.

- Hence, his all-black and mysterious get-up whenever he watches her show.

- AoT season three was a huge success and plans for season four are already on the move. Casts were given a long break before the shooting began again and both Petra and Levi took this as a chance to bond together.

-Petra's favorite thing to do with Levi is playing with animals. She has a soft spot for animals, and she wanted for them to adopt a pet but she knew that the poor animal will only be given less attention because both of them are always busy.

-When Petra's theater world tour ended, she and Levi started living together. They didn't have the chance to do it before since they were both busy.

-Them living together is probably the height of their relationship. They fought, they had sex, they laughed, they played, they bathe together. They did everything together and it was a beautiful experience.

- For their third anniversary, Levi booked a vacation on a private island for a week. It was also their last bonding because Levi is going to start filming again for season four in less than a month.

- They did not communicate with anyone during that one week. It was just them, and they made the most of it.

- Mornings were spent for morning sex and breakfast in bed. Afternoons were for swimming, sleeping, cuddling, hugging, kissing, and every activity they could think of doing. They explored the island, they petted stray animals, they dived into the ocean, they build sandcastles, they ate different dishes, they had sex in caves and while swimming on the beach, they climbed trees, they bought souvenirs, and most importantly, they took many pictures together.

- Evenings were the most romantic of all. They had sex in the darkness of their own room while they hear the ocean waves crashed to the shore outside and as the sea breeze cooled their sweat-slicked skin. They took the time to explore each other’s body like it’s their last (because it will be in a matter of days).

- On their last night, Pet cried while they’re having sex. Levi’s face was buried on the crook of her neck and she was moaning one moment, and then the next she’s sobbing like a poor little baby.

- She said that she’d gotten used to life with Levi always by her side and she didn’t want it to ever change. Levi comforted her. He petted her hair, and he said that it’s going to be okay. He kissed her head, then her hair, her face, and her body. Then they had the most emotional and meaningful sex of their entire life.

- Levi started shooting again for season four. Petra, like the past seasons, visits him as much as she can. It was hard adjusting to this type of life again, but she’s a strong woman. And besides, she’s going to start rehearsing for another theater show again.

- They need to undergo medical check-ups before the casting and she found out then that she is pregnant with Levi’s baby.

- It freaked her out. She and Levi never talked about babies before since they’re busy with their careers, and their relationship has always been just the two of them.

- Levi was out of town for the shoot, and she didn’t want to tell him the good news on the phone so she patiently waited until he got home.

- He was greeted with a fancy dinner, and a “Welcome home, Daddy” by Petra. Levi thought that it was her being cheeky and naughty at first, but when dinner ended and she ran for her life to the sink, that’s when he started getting worried. And when Petra showed him the positive result in her medical check-up, well, let’s just say that on that day, Levi Ackerman received a good reminder of what he did to her on their vacation months ago.

- But seriously, he was seconds away from calling his manager and dropping his AoT contract just so he can take care of Petra and their baby. Petra said that it was fine, and she doesn’t want him to quit.

- Levi apologized to Petra many times because he wasn’t there when she discovered it, but she assured him that it was alright and it wasn’t his fault. God, he’s with the perfect woman.

- Since Levi is a big shot in the industry, he demanded control over his schedules. Honestly, he wanted to be at her side 24/7. He wanted to see her belly swell as months went by. He wanted to be the one to satisfy her midnight pregnancy cravings. He wanted to kiss her face and her belly first thing in the morning.

- He convinced Petra to move temporarily to the Ackerman family house where Levi’s parents are staying. Kenny and Mikasa also lived in the same affluent neighborhood. He had doctors, and helpers, and bodyguards hired for Petra. But she said that she’s too uncomfortable with many people around her.

- Petra and Levi’s mom build a bond of their own. She’d gotten to know more of Levi through his mother’s perspective. The older woman showed her Levi’s teenage room, his past awards, his photos, his audition tapes that weren’t out for the public, and she fell in love with him more.

- They had a super private wedding with their relatives and closest friends. Petra was six months pregnant by that time and season four is planned to air three months from now.

- So, you know about that one holy Rivetra panel where Petra is looking back to Levi? The reason why the scene was not in the actual show was that she is pregnant. That’s why the directors are forced to use old scenes from season one instead.

- Despite all the efforts of being private, paparazzi and the media still caught wind of the secret wedding, and rumors about Petra being pregnant started circulating over the internet. Levi shut down these rumors every time someone attempted to question him in his interviews.

- When the shooting ended, Petra was already eight months into pregnancy. As per tradition, the cast and staff held an after-party, but Petra was surprised when it became a baby shower for her instead.

- The baby was supposedly due in the third week of December, but Petra’s water broke around the first week instead and she started her labor. She ended up having the same birthday as their healthy baby boy.

- The baby was named River Ackerman. He was named after Levi’s role where he won the Best Actor Award when he was seventeen. It was also a tribute to Levi’s role in AoT since his name was sometimes spelled as ‘Rivaille’ on many occasions.

#this was so long oh boy #i love this au so much tooooo #y'all can send me more ask about this au if u want :)#rivetra #levi x petra #rivapeto #rivetra headcanon #rivetra actors au

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Fast and Furious(ly)

Summary: A follow up to “it’s over”, for @band--psycho‘s bingo; prompt is Car Sex. WARNING: Sexual content 18+ only please!

6 p.m – Friday night

You’d walked into the club house feeling pretty ok. It had been a long day but nothing you’d been unable to handle. Tig had been driving you up the wall with trying to make amends for his straying dick. He’d been shooting for the two of you to try again, much to your displeasure. The boys could only do so much to keep him at bay, you knew, but the fact lay in that Tig was tap dancing on your last good nerve, especially when he insisted that your sister was just a lay that happened while drunk. Your sister too for that matter...

She’d been so apologetic, fat tears running down her face as she she sobbed for your forgiveness. Begging you to listen, trying to convince you that he’d only been a lay. That they’d fallen in bed just for sex. You remember yelling something and telling her to got to hell. You’d been avoiding going to TM’s ever since you’d found them together two months ago. In that time your brother-in-law, Ben, had come back from deployment. You’d been happy he was back safe and sound but knew shit would hit the fan sooner rather than later, and it would not be you who started the shit fest.

/Flashback – two weeks ago/

Everything had come to a head, as you’d predicted, during a family picnic. Ben had been so happy to see everyone again and everyone had been honestly happy to see him too. Half-Sac had been more than happy to sit with him and talk military and how Sac as adorable as he is landed in the rink with the sons. Ben looked impressed, you hoped to God he wasn’t thinking joining up but hey, what's more than family?

You’d been on the other side of the park looking at the vintage Dodge Charger Happy had driven in, more like drooling.

“Never thought you’d be into cars little girl,” the tattooed biker said with a small grin.

You shrug and say, “My dad used to buy and restore old cars. I grew up with the smell of oil and sound of power tools, its kind of why I feel at home here.”

“Well that and that you actually know your shit right?” He said knowingly.

You shrug with a smirk, “And between you and me, I lost my ladyhood in the back of 69′ mustang. There really is nothing like doing it in a muscle car.”

Happy choked on his beer and looked at you as if for the first time.

You gave him a saucy wink

But before he could say anything else, your heard Opie tell Lyla to take the kids back to the club and keep em there.

Lyla did as done and you turned to see your sister in tears and Ben looking like someone had killed him.

“Is it true!?” Ben yelled at your sister, “Did you really fuck ten years of marriage down the drain for nothing!?”

You saw Jax hide behind Chibs who gave him a knowing look.

Your sister was in tears apologizing for all she was worth, which currently was nothing.

What made you mad was Gemma getting in your face about hurting Tiggy. It took Happy, Chibs, Jax, Bobby, and Opie to keep you from beating her ass in. You’d proven to the club a long time ago that you had the balls to do shit others couldn’t do. That included knocking the queen of SAMCRO down a peg...or ten.

Happy had swept you into his car and drove away allowing for you to get some much needed air.

/End flashback/

“You got everything set kiddo?” Bobby asked, coming into the club and setting the last crate of booze on the bar top.

“Yep, just need to count these in and then set up for opening,” you said with a large smile.

“There she is,” the biker looking at you with a happy nod.

“What?” You asked curiously.

“I’ve not seen you smile like that since Tig decided to commit boyfriend suicide,” he said honestly.

You sighed but nodded appreciating Bobby’s blunt honesty.

“I hope to see that smile on your face more darlin,” he said with a smile of his own making his way to the back.

“Make me food and I’ll smile all you like papa,” you say with laugh as you counted the bottles.

“Done!” He called out laughing as he went.

You shook your head and picked up a couple of cold ones to take to Happy and Chibs who were at the pool table.

“There’s the wee lassie!” Chibs called out boisterously as he saw you approach.

You laughed at his antics and let him pull you into a hug.

“How’s a girl supposed to live with you as her big brother?” You asked teasingly, pulling away to hand Happy his own beer.

“Ya ain’ tha’s what,” he said with laugh as Happy pulled you to his side and pressed a tender kiss to your temple.

“Ya do righ’ by ‘er or no one will find your body,” Chibs said seriously to Happy.

Happy gave a short nod and the men came to an understanding.

You blushed deeply as you realized that you were truly cared for here. The moment was ruined by a commotion coming from right outside the bar.

“You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” Chibs said with a sigh.

You walked out to find Tig and Ben whaling at each other as hard as they could.

Some crow eaters and stragglers surrounded them as your sister looked on panicked and clearly distraught.

“Fuck me, I knew God should have made me a lesbian,” you say walking back into the bar.

You felt Chibs and Happy stare at you as you made your way inside.

Bobby saw you pick up a ten gallon bucket and fill it to the brim with water and lots of ice.

“I’m gonna...go do something,” he said as he saw the look on your face.

You walked back out bucket in hand getting wide eyed looks from Chibs, Happy and the rest of the boys.

“Thats enough assholes!” You yelled before promptly pouring the bucket over the fighting men.

“What the hell!” They yelled out ready to pounce when they saw it was you who’d done it.

You looked Ben in the eyed and honestly said, “Yes she fucked Tig, yes she saw a chance while he was drunk and took it, no it doesn’t excuse Tig guilt fucking her every other time the fucked and no I’m not ready to forgive either of them. You’re a decorated military soldier, act like it.”

Tig had never been scared of you but right now, he knew you were done.

“And you, quit coming around Chibs trying to see me,” you said anger and hurt seeping through, “You killed us the moment you fucked her, the moment you didn’t come clean, and the moment you thought playing dumb was the way to go. Quit trying to save something that burned Alexander and us both a favor and stop trying to win me back.”

He gave a shaky nod that he’d understood.

That done you made your way back inside ignoring your sister’s cries for you.

From then on two things happened, you and Happy grew closer. With him looking out for you closer than the other boys, and Ben made himself a more or less permanent fixture at the club house. He kept to himself most times which worried you. You feared his PTSD would be triggered bad after finding out about your sister. But to your relief, and surprise, Half-Sac had glued himself to Ben’s side.

Happy gave you an appraising look and said, “I have something to show you.”

“Oh really?” You asked with a smirk.

“Don’t you go thinking about asking what either,” he said playfully serious, “It’s a surprise.”

“Ok, fine...keep your secrets,” you said pulling yourself onto the bar top to give him a quick peck.

Before he could pull you over you looked over his shoulder at Opie who was caveman carrying your sister out of the bar.

“I’m not sure if I'm surprised or disappointed,” you said honestly, “Question is if she was here for Ben or if she was looking for familiar pastures.”

Happy gave her a look and noticed Half-Sac consoling Ben, “I think she was here for the soldier.”

“For all her hot bloodedness, (S/N) really did love him,” you said with a sigh letting Happy pull you over the bar top and onto his lap, “Doesn’t excuse what she did though.”

He nodded agreeing with your assessment and said, “You are off as of now little girl.”

“Oh am I really,” you said with a teasing grin, “Says who?”

Happy growled lowly in your ear giving your exposed thigh a firm smack.

It had been some time since you’ve felt this publicly and openly loved. Tig would love on you like a bitch in heat, but this tenderness was something you’d not experienced since the beginning of that relationship. The blend of hot and tender you got from Happy is something else.

“Stand up little girl,” he said after he finished his beer.

You nodded to Half-Sac who understood and took over giving you a saucy wink as you stood and let Happy drag you to the garage of the clubhouse where the boys’ personal vehicles were.

“Pull the cover of that one in the back,” he said nodding a tarp covered car.

You did as told and pulled the cover to reveal something akin to Dom Toretto’s Dodge Charger.

“How–” You started to ask your eyes wide in awe and wonder.

“Trust me you don't wanna know,” Happy said seriously.

“Did you kill someone for this?” You asked seriously, you were not about to accept blood money or anything of the sort if it came through the club’s less than stellar dealings.

“No!” He said loudly in alarm, “I just...Uh, it was one of my first fixers.”

You gave him an astonished look.

“You’re giving me, one of your...” You looked at the sleek black 70s car in shock, “You can’t give me this.”

“Why not? You’re my woman now,” he said seriously walking to you slowly pinning you against the car, “And as my woman...I will treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as.”

You gasped as your butt hit the side of the car.

“And may your queen make a request?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hm.”

You took a hand that was at your hip and put on your cloth covered mound.

“I need you,” you said before gasping as he applied pressure as he ran his and over you.

“Here?” He asked eyes burning with desire.

You smirked and said, “I’ve a surprise for you. Why don’t you pull down these shorts and find out what it is?”

He smirked and yanked your biker shorts down to reveal you wearing nothing underneath.

“This for me?” he asked running his middle finger along your outer folds.

You nod with a sigh that turned into a full moan as you felt it slip between them and tease your entrance and clit.

“So wet already little girl?” He asked as he felt the wetness.

You nod and moaned loudly as ran a finger over your clit.

“I want to hear you scream,” he said sultrily as he pressed open mouth kisses on your neck.

And scream you would, he pushed you onto the side of the car and made quick work of his pants before pulling one of your legs over his hip.

Twin moans escaped echoed as he entered you for the first time.

“Harder daddy,” you moaned as he gave an experimental thrust.

He happily obliged and kicked up the pace while at it.

You held on for dear life as kicked up the pace, the sounds of moans and wet kisses taking over you as you felt your pleasure build.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the boys were having a moment. Tig looked like someone had blown up his bike, Jax was on the floor laughing, Opie and Bobby were as red as tomatoes the older of the two murmuring about not having the health strength to handle hearing the woman he considers his kid fucking one of his brothers.

“Look’s like she found her match then,” Chibs said with a snigger.

Tig threw him dirty look.

“What!? Sorry to say this brotha but while you may have fucked her...Hap’s fucking her up,” Juice said in complete honesty.

Bobby rolled his eyes and left before he punched someone a new hole.

Half-Sac and Ben shared knowing looks as Sac nuzzled Ben’s neck.

“Happy,” you gasped as you panted.

“Looks like she doesn’t like white man dick,” the young man said matter of factly.

This only made Jax laugh harder and Tig look even more devastated.

“You gonna come for me girl?” He asked reaching between the two of you to rub clit.

You came with a scream.

Ben gave a low whistle and said, “I met (S/N) through (Y/N) in college, (Y/N) was a wild woman I swear on my daddy’s grave. SO much so she invited me to bed with one of her best friends....Now I’m not saying I'd jump her cuz I see her as sister but son of a bitch do I regret not joining that particular duo.”

Half-Sac whistled and pulled ben to where his dorm was grinning from ear to ear saying, “Oh this daddy is mine.”

Chibs went to Tig and said, “The next time the good lord gives you the privilege of being with a good woman to fuck it up ya feck.”

#happy x reader #soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy happy #band--psycho bingo challenge 2021

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fraidy-farfelle · 3 years

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This is my attempt at the Fluff ABCs for Frankie the Undead. Please be gentle with criticism because I cry easily. I’ve taken some ideas from @lovestruck-lasagna.

Taglist: @writingfromthetomb @beebubb

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your dry sense of humor. It perfectly matches his insults and he doesn’t have to go out of his way to make you laugh. He just says what he’s thinking and you laugh and agree.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Frankie appreciates a good smile, and for many reasons. He learned to read smiles (fake vs real) early on and uses it to gauge people, so he pays particular attention by default. He’s a sucker for cute dimples, and loves the way your nose scrunches and your eyes close.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves late at night when you share the couch and he can read a good book, sip on some whiskey, or puff on a cigar. He really doesn’t care what you’re doing, he can tune out the TV or you prattling on about your day and make comments to show he’s listening. Put your feet in his lap, lay on top of him, make yourselves mummies in blankets, so long as he can reach his glass he doesn’t care. He just wants to be with you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Stay in date nights are his favorite. He doesn’t really like to “share” your attention. He likes to either cook a meal together or order takeout and watch a movie. Particularly black and white gangster ones, or older horror films. Likes to tease you if you get scared and grab onto him. He’ll pat your head and say something like “oh there there, don’t be scared! I won’t let the big, bad monster getcha!” (Like your neighbor isn’t a 7 ft tall children murdering clown demon) If you go out, he prefers less crowded places outdoors.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s a spitfire and he knows it. He tends to explode and then after a few minutes apologizes gruffly and explains himself. “WHY WERE YA OUT UNTIL MIDNIGHT, THATS SUCH A STUPID THING TO DO!” “Sorry, Frankie.” “…… ugh just, please get home earlier from now on. It’s dangerous and I worry about you.” Definitely doesn’t hug you close so you don’t see the relief and worry on his face. Nope!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He misses Amy desperately. He wants a little girl in his life again, although he’ll never ever admit it. He’s hesitant to make relationships because he doesn’t want to be hurt again. But, if you go out with him to the living world, you’ll catch him staring longingly at parents and daughters when he thinks you’re not looking. If you ask him what he’s looking at, he’ll shake his head and spit out a line about children being obnoxious but you can tell he’s blowing smoke.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

If the underworld wasn’t so dangerous, he’d love to drape you in the finest silks with diamonds and rubies dripping off of you. However he doesn’t want you to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. So, he settles for things you don’t really see in public. He also doesn’t like to be found out about it. Your gas tank is filled, the bill you were worried about has mysteriously been paid, your favorite ice cream is in your freezer when you know you ate the last of it yesterday, and hey, didn’t you spend this $20? Why is it in your wallet? If you ever bring it up he’ll just shrug and say “How strange!”

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He’s torn about PDA because he doesn’t want you to become a target because you’re associated with him, and people stare at him enough because of his appearance. But on the other hand, he wants to show the world that someone as worthless as him (don’t say that we love you Frankie) has such an amazing person that loves him. Will absolutely grab you and passionately make out with you with one hand on your ass and the other flipping the bird to the cheeky bastard that told the broad beside him to watch out for the zombie.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Panic. Sheer panic. He’s so afraid to lose you, any injury is serious and cause for alarm.

Frankie:*bursting into a hospital lobby, screaming to be taken to f/n l/n immediately**running in the opposite direction the nurse pointed in panic**bursts into exam room 30 seconds later* “Y/N!!!!! I came as soon as I got the message, WHATS WRONG!!!”

You: *sitting on the table, reading phone* “Oh, I have a sprained ankle and they don’t want me to drive so can you give me a ride?”

Frankie:*slowly blinking* “Uh, yeah no problem…”

You: “lemme guess, you heard my name and hospital in the same sentence and ignored everything else.”

Frankie:*hanging his head* “go wait in the car, I’ll go apologize….”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Not actual jokes, but he loves to sit with you and insult people. He’s an incredibly sweet person to you, but no one else. (Except service people, like nurses and waitresses. Just the general public) he doesn’t think pranks are funny or practical, which is one of the many reasons he and LJ butt heads. If LJ or Will prank you or him, he’s raising hell.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Love kissing your lips. He’s actually really self conscious about his mouth stitches and constantly frets they feel weird to you. Neck kisses are another favorite and are extremely private to him. He also likes to hold the back of your hand against his lips and tell you what he’s thinking, no matter how mundane. Kiss his stitches. Please. Just do it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has trouble saying it to your face. He’ll whisper it to you when he thinks you’re sleeping, and he’s been known to leave little notes around for you to find. He thinks protecting you is the best way to show he cares.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you finally broke down and told him you loved him. He knew as soon as he looked into your eyes and saw your smile his goose was cooked. He was very abrasive and hoping against hope that you’d leave him be. He knew you deserved better. He was so afraid to build a relationship and love again, he wanted to distance himself and if he was an asshole to you, it would be justified and you’d do it on your own. What he didn’t expect is for you to be so kind to him. Upon your initial meeting, he had been a little harsh, but helped you (if there’s enough interest I’ll do a fic about it) and so when he subsequently was a jerk to you, you were curious and determined to find out what he was hiding. He finally had been mean enough to make you cry. He had never regretted something he did before. He immediately wanted to cradle you to him and beg your forgiveness. Normally when he insulted you, you’d have a snarky retort in reply. But not this time. You fell to your knees and clung to his legs and demanded to know why he treated you so poorly and proclaimed your love for him. It was probably by accident and you were so distraught you didn’t even know it flew from your mouth, but hearing it, he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care about the consequences, he just wanted you. Hearing that you loved someone like him made him so happy, he knew he’d treasure the memory forever

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. Period.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

What ISNT odd about this man?! A cute one is he always winks with his green eye.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I HC that he was born in the 30’s, so he calls you “doll” a lot but only in private. He uses your name otherwise so it’s not as obvious to people watching you’re together. He will absolutely refer to you as “the dame” to others. The equivalent of “the boss” or “old lady.” “William! The Dame is trying to take a nap, so shut up or I’ll shoot you!” You call him stitches to tease him in private and are the only person allowed to do so.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Either taking naps or couch potato time. Also, low key likes to cook with you. He can’t cook for shit, but likes to “help” by handing you things or chopping things for you. Is a super good taste tester, self appointed.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Stitches by Shawn Mendez (PLEASE DONT HURT ME!!)

We don’t have to Dance by Andy Black (referring to how he can’t really show you affection in public but he loves you)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s open about himself and what he’s thinking, and will always take what you say into consideration. He doesn’t like to keep things from you, but he does omit some detail about his jobs if you ask about them. He just feels like you don’t need to be stressed about it.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

LJ picked up on Frankie’s fondness of you almost instantly. He and Will decided to do what they could to get you together in the interest of making Frankie less of a grouch. If it hadn’t been for them insisting that he was good guy to you, you probably WOULD have let Frankie’s prickly nature drive you away. It took a year or so for you to break down.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) A powder keg of insults, foul language, and bullets. Has actually never called you a name outright, and would absolutely never physically hurt you. When he was deliberately being rude to you, he’d insult your actions rather than you. “Stop acting like a dumb broad!” Vs calling you a bitch to your face. He usually calms down quickly, and is hardly ever angry at you, only when you put yourself in danger.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He likes that he’s scary and tough looking so that when you’re with him, other men scatter pretty fast. Has had many occasions where he stepped away and someone came to flirt with you and he came back and had the pleasure of scaring them.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

You are not allowed to do anything dangerous, ever! Will teach you how to use a gun and how to counter things like chokeholds, so you’re less vulnerable. Will absolutely lose his mind if he learns you’ve put yourself at risk. He will shoot someone so fast for you. Takes every person as a threat to you and will pick fights with somebody that accidentally bumped into you. Do NOT test this man.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

You are an open book to him. He’s learned to read people well, and he takes his time studying you. Can tell if you’re getting sick before you can. More than once he’s handed you a bottle of Tylenol, leaving you bewildered, and shrugged and said to take them because you’ll have a headache in a few minutes. He can pick up on your emotions easily and has learned what to do to handle them.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Honestly, marriage isn’t that important to him. He’s not opposed to the idea at all, but like you’ve been together for this long, you love each other, is it really necessary? You’d have to tell him you want to be officially married. He’ll buy you a ring, to show that you’re taken, if nothing else, but he’ll wear his around his neck under his tie so it’s not obvious he’s attached to anyone to discourage his rivals using you to get to him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

The smell of your perfume. Holding you in his arms and taking deep breaths makes all of his troubles go away.

#frankie the undead #frankie creeps #creepypasta

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angelictaehyun · 4 years

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Growing Pains

⤷ In kindergarten, he accidentally punched your nose. Thankfully, from that, a loving, caring friendship blossomed. Since then, you both had been attached at the hip, until suddenly... you’re halfway across the globe, a couple thousand miles apart.

PAIRING; yeonjun/reader

WORD COUNT; 3.2k

GENRE; singer!yeonjun, coming of age au, angst, slight fluff

WARNING; mild swearing, heartbreak, abandonment, angst

Honestly, five-year-old Yeonjun was nothing short of a nightmare. Though, he was seen this way only by you.

On a sunny day, sometime in kindergarten, he sat crouched on the playground’s field, searching for a ladybug. As for you, you believed if you found a ladybug, it could grant you a wish, thus you joined the young boy in his quest. You sat next to him, mindlessly searching the grass, and when he looked up to see you... he panicked. Other children, as he was told, are unclean and gross, and that’s exactly the sentiment he told himself as he pushed you onto the grass, causing you to scrape your elbow and bleed. You couldn’t stop sniffling as a big, crocodile tear trickled down your face; he felt terrible. In the palm of his clammy hand, he held a tiny, red ladybug, and seeing you cry, pushed him to give it to you.

"Please, just take it,” he quivered nervously. He thrust his hand in your face to present the small creature, but he ended up punching your nose. Unsurprisingly, you began full-on bawling.

He ended up in the principal’s office, and despite his feeble attempt to explain the true incident, his nap and playground time was taken away as punishment. Shortly after, he sulked back to class, passing the nurse’s office. Through the tinted, glass window, he saw you laying on an uncomfortable cot with an ice pack held over your nose and gauze over your injured elbow.

He was miserable.

He decided to genuinely apologize. He despised the idea of you being upset with him, even though he didn’t know you. After a stolen pint of ice cream from the school’s cafeteria, a pleading fest, a horrendous papier-mâché, and a heartfelt apology, you decided he wasn’t the worst. As for Yeonjun, he decided he liked you and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was glued to your side.

But you didn’t mind. It was hard to resist his smile.

· ──────────────────── ·

The day you decided Jung Mina was your absolute, garbage, worst enemy, you were nine.

On your first day back at school, you had gone to the restroom for a quick minute, and when you returned, you found she had stolen your diary to read in front of the class. Though she was quite the golden child, pissing you off to no end. Fortunately, your school’s field day neared the horizon and you decided to show her up. You wanted everyone, specifically Choi Yeonjun, to see your pure, unadulterated talent. You decided to absolutely destroy her in each event.

You were quite the vengeful nine-year-old.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, felt hesitant to follow through with your field-day-domination plan. Mina was just too pretty. Her hair smelled like sage and he had the biggest crush on her, unbeknownst to you. He was scared to mention his deep, dark secret, especially after you vocalized your complicated plan. You received virtually no help from him on field day. Despite that, you had won nearly every event. Unfortunately, somehow, you remained tied for champion with Mina, but the tiebreaker seemed quite simple. All you had to do was win a human-wheelbarrow race with Yeonjun, it was almost too easy.

And in all honesty, you would’ve won had Yeonjun not dropped you in the middle of the field and trip over your body, easily distracted by an air kiss from Mina, herself. He’d been lovestruck, but he didn’t have much time to dwell, especially not when you were squashed under him. He scrambled to help you back up, hoping he didn’t completely ruin your chance but it was too late, you had long lost the race. He turned to you, meeting your unkempt ponytail, narrowed, piercing gaze, sweat, and pursed lips. He was terrified, rightfully so. You told him off in the middle of the field, him withering in shame as he took in your colorful wording.

You chose to ignore him for a week, leaving him pouty. He decided to relive the past and create another papier-mâché, steal ice cream, and beg for forgiveness at your front door. He stood in the doorway, glancing at you with big, apologetic doe eyes, as an onset of a tear formed. Your resolve crumbled as you pulled him into a forgiving hug. As you pulled away, you admired his puffy lips which tilted into a small smile, and for the first time in your life, you felt your heart flutter.

He never did tell you about his crush on Mina. In the end, it didn’t quite matter.

· ──────────────────── ·

Year thirteen, you experimented with makeup. A lot of it. You tried different brands, colors, and styles. Yeonjun would be lying if he said you didn’t resemble a clown, but he kept his mouth shut and let you figure yourself out. Unfortunately, people were mean. When boys laughed at you behind your back, he made sure to drag them outside and put them in their place. When girls acted catty, he held you when you cried. When your family fell apart, he sat and devoured ice cream until your stomach ached. When you decided to join the dance team, he cheered you on at the audition.

He was always protecting and supporting you, even when you weren’t aware.

Lastly, when Homecoming approached, he was by your side as your unofficial date.

You both sat on the gym bleacher, overlooking your classmates who were either awkwardly swaying to the music, stuffing their faces at the snack station, or making out with each other. You regretted attending the dance, considering your boredom. though, when your watchful gaze traveled back to the couple kissing, a brilliant idea came forth.

“Junie, you know, neither of us has had our first kiss,” you observed, leaning slightly to see his reaction. He simply hummed in response, not fully listening. You continued, “... and I want to have my first kiss. I think we should have our first kiss with... each other.”

He stayed still, showing no indication of acknowledging your statement. You didn’t blame him, the music was quite loud anyway, you could barely hear yourself. You pretended you didn’t say anything and for an awfully long moment, you both stayed silent. Though that silence mixed in with a hint of embarrassment got too overwhelming, you had to excuse yourself to the restroom. As you left, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He definitely heard you, but he didn’t know how to process your ask let alone go through with it. He spent so much time, deep in thought, that he failed to realize your absence. When he snapped out his pensive state, he searched the massive gym for you and found you almost immediately, but you weren’t alone. You were pressed up against a dirty, filthy wall, experiencing your first kiss with someone that most certainly wasn’t Yeonjun.

He stood frozen, feeling a bit creepish, yet he couldn’t move if he wanted to, he couldn’t even breathe. Unfortunately, you didn’t stop until a while later, forcing Yeonjun to watch every second in complete agony. Your hair was messy and you were out of breath— that sight broke Yeonjun’s heart. The other boy dragged you onto the dance floor and when you spotted Yeonjun, standing absolutely dumbfounded, you sent a big smile and cheeky wink his way.

You seemed too cheery, and though he was your best friend that should’ve reveled in your happiness, all he saw was red. He felt pure, unadulterated rage, and jealousy. He was supposed to make your first kiss unforgettable, not the other boy.

It was supposed to be him.

· ──────────────────── ·

At fourteen, you decided you didn’t necessarily like your boyfriend all too much, especially since someone else already held your heart. Sure, you felt the loss of your first relationship, but the realization that you’d loved Yeonjun for longer than you cared to admit, hurt more. Though, what hurt the most, was the conclusion that your love was likely unrequited. That night, you sobbed into the phone, and the second he heard your cracked voice, he hopped on his bike and headed in your direction.

It didn’t matter the time, he needed to make sure you’d be okay.

Naturally, he believed you were heartbroken from your breakup, so he attempted to soothe you with ice cream and cuddling. He pulled you against his chest and softly caressed your hair as you watched Titanic; it was supposed to make you feel better, but it made you feel significantly worse. He belted out the movie’s famous ballad in a feeble attempt to lift your spirit and for the first time that night, you smiled. It was a fake smile, of course, but he wasn’t privy to that. Nonetheless, he thought you looked breathtaking.

You complimented his soothing, silvery, beautiful voice — it made his heart swoon.

He was fourteen when he decided to become a singer. It was also at fourteen, he realized he was hopelessly in love with you.

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At fifteen, you rode the dinky, old subway with Yeonjun to a company audition — one he eventually passed and became a trainee for.

You were there the day he stepped foot into the building for his first training session. You were there when he felt like a loner amongst the other trainee, and you were there when he decided to become the absolute best, letting nothing get in the way of his dream. He set his sight high, and with that determination running through his bloodstream, he decided to express his undying love for you. So when you kissed him back, on the roof of his house, under the moonlight, after eating a gallon of ice cream, he felt like he had everything in his grasp.

After that night, you never let each other go. You stayed by each other’s side and fell more in love as the days passed by, remaining blissfully unaware of the pain the future had to offer. At least you were happy, even if that happiness was on a ticking clock.

· ──────────────────── ·

You were eighteen when you packed a bag and said goodbye to Yeonjun.

A month before high school graduation, you irrationally decided to study abroad in America. You weren’t stupid, you knew about the promise he made to himself when he was younger, his whole schtick of letting nothing stop him from his dream. You knew you were a hindrance, and it was only a matter of time before he realized that as well. You loved him with your entire heart, that much was obvious, but you didn’t want to be the thing to hold him back. He begged you to stay, he said he could have you and success, something you both knew was a plain lie. He couldn’t have you and be an idol, it was one or the other, but he was too stubborn to admit that to himself.

He drove you to the airport in a painfully silent car ride. He was angry, hurt, devastated by your decision to leave him, but you, on the other hand, felt complete and utter relief. He was so close to reaching his dream and all you truly wanted was his happiness, unfortunately, leaving was the only way you knew how to ensure it.

You cried as you said your farewell to him, but his blank face gave no indicator as to how he truly felt; he had barely spoken a word to you the entire week leading up to your departure. He stood motionless as you kissed his cheek, completely devoid of emotion — it hurt you. When you walked away, you felt heartbroken but much lighter. He watched your figure travel through security, unable to bring himself to leave. When you turned for a final glance, you noticed how broken he seemed, but you knew he’d piece himself back together — it would just be without you.

When you turned the corner, leaving his sight, he let every emotion flood his body. That night, he sobbed into his pillow, crying harder than he ever had before.

He’d lost you.

· ──────────────────── ·

You truly discover yourself at twenty. You graduated university earlier than everyone else, got your first and only tattoo, decided America wasn’t great, and moved back to Seoul. Hell, you even found your signature scent.

As much as the country itself sucked, your time in America served you well. You got your first job, experienced university life, made a friend or two, dated a lot, but most importantly, you got the degree you diligently worked for. Of course, it was hard to be away from him. You spent months holed up in your room, refusing to leave the apartment. It hurt the most when you watched his debut, seeing his face rushed every memory back to you. However, over a long period, you slowly pieced yourself back together and moved on. Eventually, you were able to think of him without feeling a sharp pang in your heart.

When you moved back, you weren’t surprised to see his handsome face plastered along the subway or on large billboards. It brought up old scars, habits, memories, but it reminded you that he was able to achieve everything he sought out to do. You, of course, knew he would, he was too stubborn and hardworking to fail; he was meant to succeed.

You just hoped he was happy.

While you were self-discovering in America, Yeonjun nearly gave up everything. He wasn’t proud to admit it, but countless times he almost bought a one-way ticket to you. However, a newfound brother held him back and kept encouraging him to move on. Not long after, he thanked Soobin for his support, had it not been for him, Yeonjun would’ve given up everything. He understood why you left and it was that knowledge that pushed him to work harder, he just wanted to make you proud, even if you were out of his life. He worked tirelessly to debut and once he did, he realized that despite everything, it was worth it.

If it was meant to be, he’d find you again.

He let his mind stray to you from time to time. He couldn’t help it, you were the love of his life. He truly hoped that wherever you were, you were happy.

· ──────────────────── ·

At age twenty-one, on a warm summer’s night, you left your apartment to head to a convenience store, searching for a pint of ice cream and an iced coffee, and maybe an energy drink if you were feeling desperate. Not a month into moving home, you had decided to pursue a master’s degree, but on a night such as this, where you frantically searched for any source of caffination just so you could complete your dissertation, you sorely regretted it.

You were met with harsh, fluorescent lighting as you entered the store but it was a welcomed relief, especially after staring wide-eyed at a computer screen for the past week. You browsed then snack aisle, too preoccupied to notice the soft jingle of the opening door. a tall, lean figure strut past your aisle, standing in front of the drink section for a bit, clearly having trouble deciding on a beverage. You made your way to the front, feeling content with your pint of ice cream, iced americano, and a bonus bag of pretzels. On your way, you stumbled into the hoodied boy and you cursed yourself because only you would run smack into the only other customer in the shop. You scrambled to pick up your scattered belonging, “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see where I was going, I’m such a klutz. Next time, I’ll pay more attenti—”

“Y/N, it’s you...” the soft, hushed voice cut off.

You stared at the young boy’s feet, slowly lifting your gaze to scan the rest of him, stopping at his broad chest, too afraid to look into his fox-like eyes. You knew it was him, of course, you did. It was the same deep, soothing, honeyed voice you spent your childhood falling in love with. Your breath caught in your throat as you dared steal a glance at his face. When you finally met his piercing gaze, he thought he saw the universe in your eyes. He opened his mouth in silent awe as a stray tear cascaded down his cheek. He moved toward you as if you were a flighty deer, and hovered his face closely. You thought he was going to kiss you, and surprisingly, you were quite eager despite the time apart. He pulled you into a loving embrace, so tight, you believed he’d never let go — not that you wanted him to.

That night, he accompanied you home.

Your heartfelt reunion was more than you could’ve asked for. He spent the night with you, doing nothing but catching up, laughing at past memories, eating ice cream, and slowly falling back in love. When he pressed you against your sink, he kissed you with everything he had. At that moment, you understood that despite the painful heartache, everything worked for the best.

You were truly meant to be, you found your way back to him.

Everything was complicated, unsurprising for an idol, but he saw the way you looked at him; it was a look that said you’d move every mountain and all the bright stars in the sky, just to make him happy. It was the same way he looked at you.

He told himself once, when he was a young five-year-old, that he wanted to stay by your side. He left it once, but he’d be damned if he ever left it again.

#txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fanfic #txt scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun drabbles #choi yeonjun #idol!yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #huening kai #yeonjun #kpop fanfic #angst #fluff #txt #funky fox

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ohgodanothertwilightblog · 3 years

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Obsession Embry Call chapter 10

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off the next morning. I roll over and unplug it before I pick it up. “Hello?” I didn’t bother to see who was calling me so early. “Good morning sleeping beauty. Sorry for waking you up.” Embry didn’t sound so apologetic but hearing his voice perked me up anyway. “Its all good. How was your night?” I hope he had a good night, he deserves it. “I had a pretty good patrol with Quil. How was your night, beautiful?” I blush at his complement. “I had a good night, slept pretty good. You haven’t gotten any sleep have you?” I start to feel bad realizing he has been working all night. “I got off when the sun came up. I went to sleep for a few hours before I called you. It is nine so I will probably take a nap before I pick you up.” I feel better knowing he got to have some sleep. “So what time are you picking me up today then?” I couldn’t be more excited to see him again even though it has only been a few hours since I saw him. “ I was going to pick you up around one if that was okay with you. I figured we could go grab lunch and hang out a little before we went over to Sam’s house.” I smile at the thought of seeing him alone before we saw everyone else. “That sounds great to me. I am looking forward to seeing you. “ I want to say I miss him but I don’t want to sound too needy. “ I miss you. I am looking forward to seeing you too.” Apparently he was feeling what I am. “Well have a good nap and I will see you in a few hours Em.” I don’t want to hang up but I need to start getting ready and he needs to get some sleep. “Hmm, Em, I like it when you call me that. Have a good day, beautiful, I will see you in a few hours.” I smile and blush again at his compliment. “Goodbye Em.” “Goodbye beautiful”

I get out of bed and go down stairs to eat breakfast with my family. My dad had chocolate chip pancakes and bacon waiting for me at my spot. “Good morning. Breakfast looks great, thank you so much.” I sit down and start to dig in. “I know they are your favourite so I thought I would start your day on the right foot. My dad smiled at me and then leaned over to kiss my mom. They seemed to be getting along better these days. I know everything was tense after Cade passed away so it is nice to see things start to seem a little normal again. “So what time is Embry picking you up today?” My mom asked between bites of her own pancakes.”He is picking me up at one so we can go to lunch before we meet up with his friends.” Just thinking about spending the day with him brought a smile to my face again. “Well I hope you have a good time with him. I just really am happy to see you smile again.” My dad says while giving me a hug then going back to his pancakes. Once we finished I helped clean up and do the dishes. I finished around 10 so I headed up stairs to give myself a manicure and pedicure. I have yet to figure out what I am going to wear today but I figured it couldn’t hurt to have all my bases covered. But then I remembered where we live and that the chances of it being sunny outside again were slim thus rendering my pedicure unlikely to be seen but at least I feel good.

After getting my nails done I head over to my closet to try to decide what I want to wear today. After destroying my organizational system I decided on black ripped skinny jeans, a white floral print top and my black high top converse. I went down stairs to ask my mom if she would mind french braiding my hair for me. “Of course I will. It has been so long since you asked me to do that for you. Go grab your things and let's get started.” I rush back upstairs to grab my brush and hair tie. When I get back downstairs my mom is waiting for me on the couch and I sit next to her with my back facing her. I relax as she starts to brush my hair. It was such a simple act, for her to do my hair. But I could tell it meant a lot to her. I hadn’t realized how long it has been since she has done this for me. It was nice to just spend some time with her again. I will have to make sure it is a priority moving forward.

Once my hair was all done and I got dressed I decided to do my makeup. I did a little bit of concealer, blush, highlighter, eyeliner, and mascara. After about an hour of trying to do my wings on my eyeliner in a way that they look somewhat similar I got them to work well enough. I check the clock and it is almost time for him to come. I spray on a little bit of perfume and put on my necklace and grab my purse and double check that I have my keys and my phone. I pull out the first book I find on my bookshelf and start reading to pass the time a little. The next thing I know I hear someone knocking on the front door so I slam my book shut and toss it on my bed, shut off the lights and rush downstairs. “He isn’t going to leave without you, you don’t need to rush and break your neck” my dad shouts from the living room. My mom was at the door with Embry in the entryway with a big smile on his face with a bouquet of flowers.

“I will put them in a vase and put them by your bed. You two go enjoy your evening. It was so nice to see you Embry dear.” My mom said while pulling Embry into a hug. I smiled at him while he hugged her back. “Bye mom and dad I will see you later.” I call as I walk out the door. Embry stops and looks at me for a moment. “You really do look absolutely beautiful.” he says before he leans down and kisses me gently and I recall all the kisses from yesterday. He walks me to the car and opens my door for me and races over to the other side. He slides his hand into mine and we drive to the little diner everyone goes to. As usual he opens my door for me and his hand finds mine once again. We get seated at a booth and he sits right next to me. I can feel his thigh pressed against mine and all I can focus on is how incredibly warm he is. I can feel the warmth from him spreading throughout my body.

We order our meals which means a burger and fries for Embry and a club sandwich for myself. We decided to be cheesy and share a strawberry milkshake. I liked how easy it felt to be around him. He just makes me feel safe. We ate our lunch while talking about anything and everything. Once we finished our meal and paid we had a little bit more time to kill before we needed to meet up with the pack. We decided to go for a drive. He placed his hand on my leg and looked over at me and smiled. I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes. He turns up the music a little bit and I just zone out and enjoy the peace.The next thing I know Embry is chuckling and shaking me awake. ”I am so sorry. I guess I got so comfortable I must have dozed off. I really am sorry.” He just smiles at me and shakes his head. “It's fine, I don’t mind. I am sure you needed the rest. Plus it was funny to hear you talk in your sleep.” He gets out of the car and opens my door for me. I realize we arrived at Sam and Emily’s house. I would have to ask him later what I said in my sleep. I hope I didn’t say anything too embarrassing. We arrive at the door and are greeted by everyone. Sam smiled warmly at me and Emily gave me a nice big hug. Quil, Jared, and Seth each gave me a nice big hug. Leah smiled at me and Paul nodded at me. Jake gave me the biggest hug out of them all which resulted in him picking me up leaving my legs dangling and my ribs probably a bit bruised. Everyone laughed when he put me down and I rubbed my sore ribs. Once steadily on my feet I found my natural place at Embry’s side.

He put his arm around me and pulled me in. He whispers in my ear. “ You really do look beautiful. I am glad you came with me tonight.” His breath tickles my ear and makes me shiver. The boys whistle and laugh “He is probably saying something about the hot making out they did last night. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about it while we were on patrol last night.” Jared said which humiliated me to no end. I bury my face in Embry’s shirt to hide my blushing. I forgot they told me about the wolf mind reading. I don’t like the thought of them seeing me do something so intimate with him. “It is about time he got some action. He has been thinking about her for a while. It was all he could think about and I am sure he will keep thinking about it more.” Quil decides to throw in his two cents on the subject. I grew even hotter than I thought was possible. “Hey knock it off! Stop embarrassing her. You can clearly see she is uncomfortable so lay off.” A deep stern voice rumbled out of Embry’s chest. I had never heard him sound so firm. I am glad he said something to stop them. It was getting to be too much. They take their turns giving their apologies. “It is okay I forgive you. Just please don’t do it again.” They each give me a hug. “ I will make sure they don’t give you a hard time again.” Jake says with a fake stern look at them then throws his arm around me. “Okay guys let's eat. Ladies first. Once the boys dig in there is no guarantee there will be food left.” Embry says as she leads the way to the kitchen.

I place a nice serving of lasagna and salad on my plate with a piece of garlic bread. It looked so amazing. And I eyed a beautiful looking chocolate cake that I am sure will be for dessert tonight. We all find a place to sit either on the floor or the couch or the dining room table. I am sitting on the floor in front of Embry while he is on the couch. I lean up against his legs just to be close to him. After dinner we decide to start by playing Uno. I am seated on Embry’s lap while we try to hide our cards from each other. And when he told me how competitive the boys are I didn’t expect what I saw today. Paul was laughing evilly at everyone else as he kept throwing down his plus twos and fours. Jake was pouting and Quil and Jared were bickering. Sam was focused on Emily with a big smile on his face. He kept placing kisses on her cheek while she kept dishing back what Paul was doing to everyone else. I was more focused on the feeling of Embry rubbing small circles on my thigh just above my knee. But in the end Emily won which left Paul sulking dramatically.

After Uno we decided to take a break and eat some of the cake. Well I guess we ended up eating all of the cake. I sat on Embry’s lap and we shared a piece of cake. We took turns feeding each other which earned us a lot of eye rolls and groans from the guys and Leah. “Don’t let them stop you or embarrass you. I think you guys are cute.” Emily said with a warm smile. She was snuggled up next to Sam and he looked so content as he always does around her. I smiled back at her and gave Embry a kiss. After we all finished the cake it was time to play Jenga. Which is a disaster waiting to happen considering how clumsy I am. Add being nervous to the mix and we are bound for failure. But once again the guys got very competitive to the point of them focusing so hard on messing each other up it left me to be able to focus on myself.

It was Seth's turn and Quil ended up yelling in his ear, leading Seth to fall on the blocks thus losing and probably injuring himself in the process. Everyone else laughs while Leah goes to check on him. Upon discovering that he is indeed okay she shoves Quil off the arm of the cough where he was perched laughing his ass off. He landed with a big thump on the floor. Once we restacked the blocks it was my turn to go and I very carefully removed a block successfully which earned me a kiss from Embry. I smiled at him as he went and grabbed a block with much more ease and less concentration than I did. I wish I could be that calm about anything but that just isn’t me. Of course he was successful at not knocking over the blocks.

It was Leah’s turn next and she had her brow furrowed in concentration as she carefully grabbed her chosen block. Then it was Sam's turn and Emily giggled as she playfully pushed him causing his very large hand to knock over the block tower. We all laughed as he sighed playfully and leaned over to kiss Emily and start tickling her. She laughed and flailed as he continued to tickle her. Finally things settle and we rebuild the tower once again. Jake goes first and very carefully pulls his block out. Jared then goes and is successful. It gets to Paul and he narrowly avoids knocking the tower over. Emily goes and takes her block so gracefully. I go to take my block but I am so shaky I knock it over. While everyone laughs Embry smiles and kisses me and whispers in my ear. “It's okay, nice try love.” He pulls back and places a kiss at my hairline. We decide to switch to playing LIfe which is a personal favourite of mine.

I have never played games with this number of people so I wasn’t used to it taking so long but time flew by. The next thing I know it is midnight and Seth is screaming because he won and Emily and Sam are curled up on the couch giving each other love eyes. I am sitting on the floor between Embry’s legs with my back leaning against his chest. I can feel his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. Quil, Jared, Paul, and Jake are bickering because Seth won. It was then decided that we would get ready to leave. I help clean up so we don’t leave them with a mess. Embry takes my hand as we walk to the car. “How would you feel about a stop at the beach before I take you home? Just so we can spend a little time alone before I drop you off.” I smile and nod. I like the idea of ending my night with some alone time with Embry before I had to go home. He drove us to the beach with his hand on my thigh as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the music playing in the background. Once we arrive I take off my shoes and enjoy the feeling of sand between my toes and Embry’s hand on the small of my back.

We find a little spot and take a seat. “Did you have a good night?” He asks nervously. I smile at him. “Your friends really are amazing. I feel like I finally have a brother again. I like being around the craziness. It can be a tad bit overwhelming but my house is so quiet. It is nice to laugh and play around. It really does feel like a family.” He looked relieved at my answer. I lean in and kiss him. It feels like it has been forever since we kissed. He puts his hand in my hair and gently pulls at my roots. I try to get as close to him as possible. I end up sitting on his lap again and his other hand is in the back pocket of my skinny jeans. My hands trail down his chest. He unattached his lips from mine and started kissing down my neck. I gasp at the feeling and move to give him easier access. After a little bit I manage to pull myself off of him and sit back down in the sand next to him. The whole lets take things slow has gone so far out the window. I am trying to fight the internalized misogyny I am feeling about this. I feel like I shouldn’t be moving this fast with him because it makes me look bad. But I don’t want to judge others for how fast they move. Also we are designed to be together so I don’t think there is any concern of him leaving me. I guess I should just do what I want and not stress myself out so much on the timeline.

“I am sorry if I am sending mixed signals. I know I said I wanted to take it slow and I clearly haven't been taking it very slow.” He just smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead. “You don’t need to apologize. I am in no rush at all. But I very much enjoy what we have been doing. I am good with whatever you want to do or whatever pace you are comfortable moving at. Just do whatever you want and I will be here.” And with that we decided to head home because it is so late. Once we get to my house he opens my door for me and walks me to the front door. I give him a big hug and just let him hold me for a minute. I look up at him and kiss him gently. He pulls back after a minute and kisses my forehead. “ I will call you tomorrow, maybe we can hang out again if you would like that.” I nod aggressively. “Of course I want to hang out with you!” I kiss him again. “Have a good night beautiful.” “Goodnight Em.” and then I head to bed with my head full of all the kissing we did tonight and hoping for more tomorrow.

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Supergirl: Forgiveness

When Alex Killed Astra

Alex killed Astra. Kara’s last living blood relative. The thing is Kara has no idea Alex is the one that killed her, she thinks it was Hank. You were the first person, that Alex confessed the secret to since she needed to somehow get it off her chest.

Keeping a secret this big tore you apart. On the one hand you wanted to tell Kara, she deserved to know. On the other hand you wanted to keep your promise to Alex and protect her in case Kara ended up lashing out on her the way she was with Hank. Not that Kara was ever violent towards the people she loved, but you feared she may never speak to Alex again. In the end even though it was killing you you decided to keep the information for yourself deciding to trying your best to not get involved. Though technically you kind of already were thanks to Alex.

This all comes to a head one day when you were observing Alex, and Hank spar in the DEO training room when Kara walked in she was talking to you and Hank about Myriad when Alex interrupted. “I saw Astra standing over Hank.”

“What?” Asked Kara.

“Alex,” Hank and I said simultaneously. This is happening she’s actually going to confess you realize as she looks in Hank’s eyes. You really wish the floor would suck me up right now so you don’t have to experience this.

“Hank didn’t kill Astra I did,” Alex’s voice broke with her confession. You placed your hand comfortingly on her back for support. To let her know she’s not alone. Alex is full on sobbing while she tells Kara everything. You follow her by beginning to cry yourself when Alex told Kara that she can’t lose her. You can’t lose Kara either, but you probably will. You knew what happened all this time and didn’t tell her, one of your big sisters would hate you.

Kara heads towards the door and you think she’s going to walk out when she surprises you by turning and hugging Alex who’s now sobbing in her arms while you rub her back. Hank heads out in order to give you some time, Kara kisses Alex on the forehead before turning to you. You tried telling yourself to stop crying because there attention shouldn’t be focused on you, but all that was thrown away when Kara wrapped you in her strong arms.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you Kara,” you sobbed. “I was so worried you’d hate Alex.”

"Shhh I know sweet girl it’s okay,” said Kara. Alex joined back in the hug efficiently sandwiching you between your sisters. “Come on lets go somewhere better than this,” suggested Kara. The three of you headed out of the training room and you began to walk in the opposite direction. “Where are you going little one?”

You turned around looking at your sisters, “I figured you’d want some 1 on 1 time,” you shrugged.

“This involves you too kiddo, come on lets fly like we used to.”

Inside Kara. A thousand emotions were rising. Fighting for dominance but she couldn’t sort them out right now. All she knew is that the sight of the two most important people in her life breaking down was enough to outweigh the hurt and anger simmering in the blonde.

You immediately recognized the area Kara took you and Alex to. A small mountain on the outskirts of National City, one you’ve hiked before. The three of you sat in the grass, “Kara, I’m really sorry this had to happen,” Said Alex.

“Me too,” you nodded in agreement.

“I love you both so much. I know that there’s more to family than just blood. You’ve both shown me that. But when Astra died it felt like I had lost all my ties to Krypton. It was like watching my planet burn all over again. It was like having hope only for it to get ripped away again in a matter of days.”

Kara’s statement broke your heart and your pretty sure it broke Alex’s too. “I know we’re not your family from Krypton,” you began “and I know were not enough.”

“That’s not true,” Kara cut you off looking you dead in the eyes. “You, Alex, Eliza, and Jeremiah are the best thing that’s ever happened to me on earth, and you are more than enough. This isn’t your fault little one, yours either Alex. My anger was just a mask for all the pain I felt when I saw Astra lying on the ground. My grief just resurfaced.”

Without thought you and Alex simultaneously hugged Kara creating another Danvers’ sisters sandwich. “I’m so sorry Kara, we’re here for you.”

"It’s so hard to live without them sometimes,” cried Kara.

“I know but you’re never alone.”

You eventually all went home to yours and Kara’s apartment that night after your talk. The three of you all feeling exhausted and emotionally drained. Alex also decided to stay the night in order to make sure Kara was ok when she pulled you aside to apologize.

“I’m so sorry kiddo, I put you in the middle of everything and that was so wrong of me. I never should’ve told you what happened,” said Alex.

You nodded, “it’s ok Alex, it seems that everything worked itself out.”

Alex shook her head, “It’s not. I’m your big sister I should be helping you solve your problems not burdening you with mine. I’m supposed to be looking out for you and I was just looking out for myself.”

“Alex you always look out for me your a great older sister, I forgive you,” you said hugging her.

Although you tried to sleep you felt too restless so you got up and quietly headed up to the roof of yours and Kara’s apartment building. “Couldn’t sleep?” You heard a voice ask from behind. You looked over your shoulder luckily it was almost sunrise so you were able to see Kara.

You nodded, “a lot on my mind I guess...”

You took a breath, “I’m really sorry for not telling you Kara.”

“Sweetie, I told you its ok its not your fault.”

You shrugged not being able to get rid of your guilt. “I mean I understand now, but I was so hurt when I first found out about the DEO. I was just so worried if I told you you’d hate Alex and then Alex would hate me. Now I just hate myself for letting you down.”

“Little one you didn’t let me down, you’ve never let me down. I realize what an impossible position you were put in. I know how awful you must’ve felt thinking you’d have to choose between us. But I’m not mad I forgive you so please try to forgive yourself.”

You nodded hugging your sister for the umpteenth time that night. “I guess I can try.”’

“That’s my girl,” Kara kissed the top of your head, “and I mean what I said before. I didn’t expect a little sister when I came to earth, but I’m so glad I got one. You are so much more than I expected and you’re perfect”

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