#woman enough to admit that i truly believed we would maybe -- and that was a BIG MAYBE -- get lucky with a WC spot . loling

[stromer]

can't believe my loser ass team just won the pacific

[mncxbe]

# pm!dazai who has a crush on his partner/rival ݁ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: jealous, slightly posessive dazai, mild enemies to lovers, dazai and his complicated feelings

"i can't believe you actually have a crush on Chibi. what's so special about him?" huffed the brunette, leaning against the lamppost behind him. the dim, golden light bounced off his brown curls, illuminatung his downcast expression.

"what, are you jealous?" you retorted, earning a scowl from Dazai. "don't be ridiculous."

it was mere hours ago that your archenemy found out that Chuuya asked you out on a date. an insignificant thing, really, but it vexed him. what on earth could you possibly see in that redhead midget? he just had to know, and as petty as it might be, he was dead set on changing your mind about going on that date. even if it meant following you back home and talking things out with you in front of your apartment at 9 p.m.

"i'm just saying, Nakahara isn't your type. i know it" argued the brunette, crossing his arms over his chest. "he's temperamental, immature, totally unfunny and shorter than you"

"maybe i'm into guys like that" you shrugged absentmindedly, applying an extra layer of gloss on your plump lips.

Dazai had to admit you looked absolutely stunning in that outfit. he felt his cheeks warm up as his gaze lingered on your lips but he quickly looked away, shaking his head. "that's not possible. are you really that desperate to get a boyfriend?"

"well, summer's coming soon. i need someone to take pretty pictures of me at the beach and to buy me flowers" you smiled, fully turning to face him "you got a problem with that?"

"you bet i do. that's just vain and i don't see where Chuuya comes in. you could date any other guy."

"yea, but i like Chuuya. besides, we get along well and he actually knows how to treat a woman"

and I don't? Dazai wanted to ask. his blood boiled, jealousy clouding his judgement as he peered down at you. imagining you and Chuuya together holding hands and walking down the halls of the Port Mafia's headquarters, kissing and cooing at each other like a lovey dovey couple made his stomach churn. it felt wrong in so many ways, yet here you were, waiting for the redhead to pick you up for a date. with each minute that passed Dazai's irritation grew.

"for someone who knows how to treat a woman he sure is late for your date" he scoffed, rolling his eyes. you took a step closer to the brunette, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"you're acting so petty right now. damn, you must be really jealous"

"i'm not jealous" Dazai's sharp glare returned to you, clenching his fists as he leaned closer to you. "i just think it's stupid. you two would never work out"

"how do you know that?" you pressed, chuckling at his unfounded claim. you weren't used to seeing Dazai like this, so worked up about something so insignificant.

"because i know you and i know Chuuya and you're a recipe for disaster. i'll be damned if i let you get heartbroken by that idiot" without realizing, Dazai leaned closer to you, his body towering over yours. he was seething, glaring down at you. his chocolate brown eyes seemed almost black in the dark, menacing, a warning of his bad mood. you knew you should stop pushing him, but you just couldn't help yourself. you wanted him to say what he truly had on his mind.

"and who are you to say who gets to break my heart and who doesn't?" your words struck a cord and Dazai's features darkened. it was a damn good point: he wasn't your friend, just a colleague. no, your self proclaimed archenemy. although you've known each other for years, he knew there was no deeper connection between you than the childish rivalry. but that was enough to make Dazai grow attached and develop a sense of ownership over you. or maybe feelings? in any case, how could he possibly allow Chuuya to take you away from him? he swore he could see red before his eyes when your phone's screen lit up and he read Chuuya's name on display.

before you could answer Dazai seized your wrist, wrapping a hand around your jaw to tilt your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze. he brought his face mere inches away from your, so close you could feel his hot breath against your lips as he spoke. "who i am? i'm the one who's been by your side all this time, though thick and thin. yea, you're an annoying brat most of the time and i hate your guts but i'll be damned if i let Nakahara take you away from me. you're mine, got it? i'll take your stupid pictures at the beach and buy you flowers if that's what it takes for you to drop this stupid date"

your breath caught in your throat at his sudden outburst. did he actually confess? it didn't quite feel like it. your gaze mused on his features as you searched for answers, but you didn't find any in the sharp line of his mouth or the furrow of his brows. "so... what are you asking me to do?" you breathed out, a mere whisper that sent shivers down Dazai's spine. he let go of your wrist, wrapping a steady arm around your waist.

shit, he really didn't think this though. he's never been good with his words and now that he had you in his arms, so close he could smell your intoxicatung scent and feel the warmth of your breath on his skin his brain short-circuited. "i... i'm asking you to stay with me tonight. and from now on. i'll take you to dinner instead" he said softly, his harsh features melting away when you nodded. "thought you hated my guts" you chuckled, gathering the courage to cup his face with your hand. his skin was surprisingly soft. Dazai leaned into your touch, a shadow of a smile etching itself on his features "well... i wasn't lying. but i hate the idea of you dating Chuuya more. can't let him put his hands all over my pretty girl" sighed the brunette, his lips ghosting over yours "so? will you stay with me?"

goosebumps raised on your skin as you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips against his. the kiss was heated, desperate but oh so loving. threading his fingers through your hair, Dazai gently tugged at your roots, making you mewl into his mouth. when he pulled back, his signature smirk was back in place. "i'll take that as a yes then?"

"yea, idiot" you giggled, looking down at your phone to hide your blush. "just let me text Chuuya not to come then we can go grab some food"

Dazai nodded, taking a few steps back. he was beyond pleased with himself. though he didn't necessarrily planned to confess, things went smoother than he thought they would. and he finally got a date with the girl he liked and snatched her from Chuuya. there couldn't be any better turn of events. you watched Dazai lean back against the lamppost with a content smile and you could barely suppress a laughter.

opening Chuuya's chat, you quickly typed in a text.

AAGHHSJSJ!!! your plan worked Dazai asked me out. Chuuya you're a fucking genius thanks for this. i owe you big time bestie.

[coldinternetllama]

My thoughts on Maomao and her parents

Spoilers for Maomao's backstory and maybe for some future instances in the LNs. Also this is not a proper analysis, do not expect much structure, lol

One of the saddest things to me in this story is that Maomao probably craved Fengxian's love until the very end, regardless of what she is saying. After all, who wouldn't want to feel their own mother's love, right? Maomao keeps saying that she doesn't know how to love, however I believe this is simply a coping mechanism for her. We know that she loves Luomen, her sisters, the Granny, even Xiaolan and Loulan (yes, I do think she loved them). Hell, she also has "certain affections" for our beloved red flag, as she herself states in her mind. Yet she doesn't classify any of that as love proper. Instead, she comes back to the cut tip of her pinky and repeats her favorite phrase about how she left that feeling somewhere in the past. There where she also left her mother, who is now just the woman who gave birth to her. Still, she administered Fengxian's medicine time and time again. Still she set up the perfect opportunity for Lakan to find her. Still she danced for her under the night sky with a heavily injured leg. Still she bowed to her remains and played her last game of go for her. I don't think she had it in herself to love the woman who pushed her away, but part of Maomao wanted to love her, I believe. And to be loved back. Granted, Luomen and the women at Verdigris house did their best to raise Maomao, but it wasn't enough to replace what could have been.

If anything, our dear apothecary is probably more frustrated than anything. She doesn't hate her parents, no. I would go as far as to say that she actually feels bad for them ( I mean, who wouldn't). Of course, she would never admit that, which leads to her other coping mechanism, namely her extremely abrasive language when referring to Fengxian and Lakan (come on now, breeding mare and stallion? Girl, chill). She would rather feign indifference, lest she has to confront her feelings, which is her least favorite thing to do, as we know. After all, it's these two people's feelings that got them all to that state. If even such intelligent people could make such a blunder because of feelings, why would she want to feel love or be loved? This is also reflected in the scene where she is telling Jinshi that she wants to be executed with poison. Jinshi answers that he would never execute her. Maomao's answer? It doesn't matter what he wants to do, it only matters if he CAN do it. To me, this is a direct reference to her parents' story. Lakan wanted to be with Fengxian, but couldn't. Fengxian wanted to reach out to him, but couldn't. It all ended in ruin because of that damn feeling called love. Of course, this is also why Maomao just refuses to even consider that she can love (btw, I don't mean strictly one type of love, this is a very vast and complicated feeling with many facets, and I mean all of them here). So she simply claims that she doesn't, yet her actions tell a different story.

Now, I have never been in a similar situation, so I do not claim to know what a person like Maomao would truly think and feel of this. But I think that deep down she wonders what it would have been like to have been loved without being hurt. For her cries to have been met with warmth and not with silence. For her mother to have hugged her instead of having chased her away. And maybe Fengxian wanted the same, but knew that it was not possible. Maybe she was ashamed and disappointed in herself. What good would it be for that child to love her? The child, whose destiny might turn out not too different from her own. Indeed, in the end, no matter what anyone wanted, Fengxian could only become the woman who gave birth to Maomao. And Maomao could only learn to accept that.

[throughtrialbyfire]

𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥

hello, i hope everyones having a good wednesday!! my brain, for some unknown reason, believes it to be late fall right now. maybe i'm just craving that chill in the air AHAH

thank you to the fantastic @skyrim-forever and @umbracirrus for tagging me this week!! <33333

tagging the amazing @thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn @orfeoarte @changelingsandothernonsense

@viss-and-pinegar @saltymaplesyrup @archangelsunited @dirty-bosmer @totally-not-deacon !! as always, there's no pressure, but i'd love to see what you're working on. <3333

this is a section from the very rough draft of chapter 39 of Cycle of the Serpent. the trio are becoming intrigued about varnius junius' plea, and have decided to do something about it.

Falk Firebeard, the steward to Jarl Elisif, had been here a great many years. He said so as he talked to the trio, his voice inviting, with the faintest hint of surprise that they were back. At first he must have assumed they were here to petition for the Burning of King Olaf, a sigh heaving down his lungs and his hands rubbing at his face. When Emeros explained the real reason they were here today, he visibly appeared to relax, and made a comment about the man that the Bosmer had mentioned being jumpy at the best of times. "I'll be honest with you, I was planning to let that go," he admitted in a half-hush, apparently unneeded, as the court made it clear the prior day that they did share his opinion. "If it were anything, I'm certain that Sybille's scrying would have picked up on it." The court wizard, seated near the Jarl, gave Wyndrelis a curious look, her eyes practically luminous under her dark hood. He swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat. He didn't enjoy the way she scrutinized him, or his friends. Her eyes, a particular shade of citrine which looked to be peering right into him and down to the veins beneath his skin, set the mild panic to rise, sensation a slow crawl up his back of something very off about the woman. "Yes, but what if there's something the scrying hasn't picked up on? I'm no stranger to magic," Wyndrelis managed out, "if there is something going on, wouldn't it be better to investigate?"

The man rubbed his face, hands fidgeting with one another idly. His glances to Elisif, her housecarl, and other figures in the court landed him with approving nods, and Falk again spoke up. "There have been reports of... weird happenings near Wolfskull Cave. Travelers disappearing, odd lights. I suspect wild animals or perhaps bandits." "Travelers disappearing?" Emeros repeated, his eyes wide as the words left him half-breathless. "And you didn't think that this was worth an investigation?" "Again, I thought it might be wild animals and bandits," Falk justified, enunciating the statement. "We all did. They've taken advantage with the war going on, all this uncertainty, no one is truly safe. But I digress, if you really think it's worth looking into, then I will make sure that you three are repaid for your work." A housecarl nearest Falk scoffed into a drink, prompting the court wizard to scowl. "Is there something funny, Erikur?" "No, no, not at all." The man rolled his eyes as he sipped from his goblet, a sort of wine from the smell of it. "I just find it a bit interesting that we're sending three strangers to investigate Haafingar's matters. This should be the work of someone from our own Hold, not these elves who had to get a military pardon when they first arrived here." Phoebe, over at her desk, winced. She looked to Erikur, a sharp, probably dangerous gaze on anyone else that merely served to make her appear like a mouse scolding a wolf. "Besides, our coffers are emptier by the day. What can we even reward three would-be bandit-slayers when they inevitably return without having spilt so much as skeever blood?"

"Erikur," the hulking figure on the other side of the throne snapped, "that's enough." Erikur shrugged, and took another long drink from his goblet. Elisif looked over the trio, her face worn into a dreary resignation. "Then what do you propose? We've already sent a detachment to Dragon Bridge, and Sybille's scrying has shown nothing, yet, I must admit that the idea of leaving this uninvestigated makes me uneasy." Erikur's focus darted around the room. "We should send a handful of our own soldiers. Perhaps discuss it with General Tullius? See if he will offer some help." The room descended into murmurs of agreement, the idea clearly tantalizing to the court. Wyndrelis frowned. He looked to Emeros and Athenath, both equally unsatisfied with this resolution. "I will send word to Captain Aldis, and ask if he's any new recruits he might test by sending them that way. Phoebe, draft a letter to the Captain, and deliver it as soon as possible," Elisif commanded, tension leaving her as she watched the pale-haired girl scratch something down into a new roll of paper. Athenath spluttered, "but what if it's something- I don't know, important?" "Then our soldiers will have it taken care of, instead of recent strangers dirtying their hands." Erikurs cavalier reply left the Altmer again struggling for words, Emeros placing a gentle palm on his shoulder. Wyndrelis shrunk back, his steps taking him to the stairs. A few mutters from the Bosmer, and Athenath was moving to the stairwell, face scrunched in a look of intense frustration with the dismissal. As the trio left the Blue Palace, the sneer never quite fell from Athenath's face, and Wyndrelis swallowed down the urge to ask of it, or to pry into why Erikurs words prodded so harshly into them as to leave their features twisted, until the Altmer ran a hand down their face and features relaxed, like he'd wiped it all away and resigned to the outcome. This wasn't ideal, but when was anything the trio had been through in the past few weeks?

[johnwickb1tsch]

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline Part 3 ~

Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle

You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you... Warnings: frank discussion about sex & pregnancy, sorta nsfw

<----Part 1 Part 2 chapter map

-You go to a natural pool in the back of the estate, the stones of the dam hand-laid by your ancestors generations ago. The moon is high, and no one else is here, too busy celebrating. “It’s beautiful,” says Paul, filled with wonder. “Everything here is so beautiful.” He is looking at you, when he says the last, and you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve the admiration in his eyes. 

You jump in head first, clothes and all. Everything needs a rinse. When you surface the moon is bright enough that you can see his earnest expression, his powerful body poised to plunge in after you to save you. You alarmed him. It’s so endearing, and you feel a little guilty. 

“It feels wonderful,” you say, holding out your hand to him. He relaxes a little, gives that boyish smile that ties your heartstrings up in knots. He kicks off his shoes first, before diving in. You are treading water, but he finds a rock with his long legs on which to stand. You cling to his shoulders, smiling like a fool. 

“I feel like I found a mermaid,” he says, holding you close. The water is cool, and the line of his body heat against yours is wonderful. 

“You’d better hope not,” you tease. “Don’t sirens try to drown sailors after luring them in?”

“Hmm.” He pulls you closer with that gentle smile. “You seem pretty sweet to me.”

You sigh at hearing that. “Oh Paul…” You kiss again, a slow, lingering press of lips that curls your toes, and makes you wrap your legs around him in the water. “Y/n?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I wouldn’t mind, you know, if we really were married.” 

With a sigh you rest your chin in the bend of his neck. You feel like you can tell this man anything, and he won’t get mad, and yet part of you just wants to protect him. Most of all, from yourself. 

“You don’t want me. Not really.” 

“That’s news to me.” You can tell he’s smiling as he says this. It makes you smile too. 

“Maybe you want to make love to me.”

He laughs shyly; you feel like your bones are filled with sunshine. “Yes.” You can feel the evidence of this, his hard, large bulge poking against your center. It fills you with stupifying want all over again.

You kiss him behind the ear. “You can.” Another kiss, your lips dragging across his cheek. “Just…don’t finish inside me.” He laughs again, quieter, completely self-deprecating, as though you’ve suggested the impossible. 

“Sure. Says the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” 

“Riiight.” You roll your eyes, drawing back to look at him. He’s beautiful like this, his dark hair slicked back, water droplets silver on his eyelashes. 

“I mean it. You are, to me.”

“Paul…” You toy with the curls at the nape of his neck, your heart so full it physically aches.

“I would take care of you,” he tells you gently. “If…we made a baby.” 

You believe him, too. It moves you, every cell in your body straining for this man, and inexplicably that makes you angry, mostly at yourself. 

It sounds like such an easy thing, like baking a cake. Mix the ingredients, put it in the oven, pull out a sweet little bundle of joy. Make a baby. But you know it is truly a bloody and dangerous business, for a woman. You’ve seen it first hand. And bringing the thing into the world is only the start.

“I don’t want to be a mother, and I don’t want to be taken care of,” you tell him, knowing you sound petulant, unable to stop. You let go of him, pushing off to swim across the pool. Now the water feels unbearably cold, without him. 

However, somehow, he still isn’t angry. He just watches you across the water, with those sad soulful eyes. “What do you want, y/n?” 

You think he’s the only man who’s ever really asked you that. 

“I want…freedom,” you admit, and once you start you can’t stop. “I want to live on my own terms, rather than someone else’s. I want to just be responsible for myself, instead of having to run after children and men who act like children and constantly cleaning up someone else’s mess. I want a room of my own, with a window overlooking the Bay, with an Underwood typewriter. I want to write books. I want to travel. I want…” You look at him, smiling winsomely across the quicksilver waters at you, and your next words ball up in your throat. 

I want you.   

All the things you named before, seem stupid, utterly pointless, without that last keystone to hold it all together. 

You don’t know how to tell him that, without utterly signing yourself away to him.

He nods, to himself as much as you. “I hope you get those things, y/n. I hope you get everything you want.” 

“I hope you do too,” you say, and mean it. “I hope you get your house, your family, and your dog.” You can’t see how you fit anywhere in that picture. 

He shrugs, looking down at the water, making ripples beneath the surface with his big hands. “It was just…an abstract idea.”

“What do you mean?”

“The things we want can change, with the people we meet.” 

“Paul…”

“What if…I just want you?”

“You don’t.”

“Yes I do.” He says it sweetly with a shrug, just so matter of fact. 

“I would hurt you.”

“Maybe. But maybe…it would be worth it, to try. I think I love you, y/n.” 

You freeze treading water, and almost choke on a mouthful as you sink. 

What have you done? 

 Before you can think of anything to say, or swim to him again to kiss him silly, a hair-raising scream splits the air in the distance. You know that sound, and your blood runs cold. 

“What the hell was that?”

“Gato monte.”

“A what?”

“Lion. Mountain lion. Time to go. Vamos!”

Don Juan was a hunter, and he had a rug made of one in his den. Maybe you would show Paul–if you made it back to the house alive. You run back to the hacienda together soaking wet, hand in hand. He left his shoes behind in your haste. As soon as you make it back to the flood of torchlight by the house you feel safe. Only then do you laugh together, leaning on the stone wall. 

“The devil have you two been up to?” demands a familiar voice filled with disdain. 

You gravitate into Paul’s arms without even looking. 

“Swimming, señor,” you answer, short of breath. We heard–a mountain lion.”

Don Juan emerges from the shadows, smirks, pleased for some reason, and you wonder if maybe the sound you heard was not the leon, but a man. 

“The two of you should be careful. So many bad fates could befall a man, out in the mountains.” 

He is looking at Paul as he says it, and your heart drops like a stone. You know that look from when you were children, and you're afraid don Juan is up to something bad.

TBC...

[mayabooowrites]

I'm not her//D.M

Summary: Astoria realizes her relationship with Draco is falling apart

Astoria never admitted it but when Draco and y/n became friends she was jealous she felt less than her

Y/n was everything she could never be, funny, charming, extremely beautiful, smart and well everyone loves her she walks down the halls and everyone greets her. Y/n may be a Slytherin but everyone from every house loves her. And Astoria bet every guy in school probably crushed on her, so she was always self conscious about Draco being around her

Especially after the longer they spent together Astoria saw how Draco looked at y/n when she was around or passed by. Draco would pretend he didn't care when Astoria would question it

"She's my friend Astoria of course I notice her when she's around." Draco would say each time and Astoria didn't believe that Draco didn't have some sort of non platonic feelings for y/n, and she just wished Draco would admit it instead of playing the she's just a friend card all the time!

And maybe her jealously has gotten the best of her and she's been rude to y/n on occasions, which immediately Draco would get so defensive of her and even leave with y/n leaving Astoria all alone

"Honestly Astoria what's your problem? Y/n has been nothing but nice to you she's my best friend and as my girlfriend you shouldn't be so stuck up and bitchy around her it's getting on my nerves, I can have female friends get over it." Draco had said to Astoria right before he leaves with his arm around y/n, leaving Astoria feeling cold and even more jealous then she did before

And since then Astoria hasn't been nicer which just makes Draco drift further away and makes her more mean, the more Draco's drifts towards y/n even before all this she just got meaner and meaner, her relationship was falling apart in front of her eyes and she couldn't do anything to stop it

But now lately Draco even started comparing Astoria to y/n saying stuff like y/n could never do this Astoria why would you

She's not y/n and she wished he would see that she is Astoria greengrass and just because he's madly in love with y/n now but still with her doesn't mean he can compare her to y/n

And today in her dorm she had enough, she had hopped for a peaceful cuddling session with Draco to maybe fix it all, but he had to do something to compare her to y/n and she had enough

"Draco I am not her, I'm never going to act like her or be her because I'm not her and if you love her so much why don't you just break my heart finally instead of pulling me around acting like you do!" Astoria says shocking Draco so much he got out of her bed, and hitch she had the feeling would be the last time he ever was in it

"What? I don't—" but at that moment Draco couldn't even say he doesn't love y/n because he does

"Say it then say you don't love y/n, you cant can you?" Astoria says and Draco closed his mouth and just sat there "Your a real arse you know that right? You spend more time with another woman then your girlfriend and get upset at your girlfriend for feeling jealous, you compare her to that woman and still have the audacity to say you love me I don't think you do, you fell out of love a long time ago and I've just been too stupidly in love with you to let you go." Astoria says everything she has wanted to say he eats breakfast with y/n, holds her more spends so much time with her she guessed he was cheating, but they were always in public so that wasn't the case

Draco's voice went dry he couldn't speak until he finally said something

"Yeah and your right I do love her." Draco says looking at Astoria not with the same loving eyes no those are y/ns now

She wished he said I don't I do love you or I love you more but no he loves y/n

"Well then I guess we know what's left to do." Astoria says and Draco nods

"I am sorry if I hurt you but I needed to do that to figure out who I truly was in love with." Draco says and Astoria was so hurt by that who he truly was in love with

Draco sighs and leaves with a goodbye Astoria I hope someone in the future can make you happy

After that day In two days y/n and Draco were together happier then ever

Astoria could never be y/n and she was all Draco wanted in his life to make him happy, all he needed was y/n by his side as his and he was the nicest person ever, he wasn't rude anymore he wouldn't use unkind words towards muggleborns and half bloods anymore, in two days he changed into the man she wish he could have been for her

No Astoria wasn't her but sometimes she wish she was

[coryothesub]

Coryo is excited to see the reader taking control in situations.

This just screams peacekeeper Coryo, because the boy is just so helpless!

nsfw / mdni / pk!sub!coryo / district!dom!reader

It was a pretty boring Friday night at the Hob and you were already heading home when you heard some commotion in the dark alleyway behind the establishment.

Involving yourself with drunk men fighting was the last thing you desired and you were already speeding up your walk to get past the scene unbothered, but then you noticed someone you recognized pretty well in the dim reflection of the distant street lights.

There he was again. Private Coriolanus Snow caught in a heated argument with some local drunks. Very bad choice. 

You stopped by the alleyway and tried to figure out what all the fuss was about. Of course Coryo was spewing out some bullshit about patriotism and the vital role of the Capitol. For a moment you were truly considering just leaving that arrogant little dumbass at the mercy of those drunken pricks.

But then you heard the sound of a fight and turned around to see Coryo on the ground, his upper lip bleeding. Biggest of the guys grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to his knees.

“Admit that the Capitol is just a sewer full of miserable rats or we will gladly rearrange those pretty features of yours!” He screamed.

“Just say it,” you muttered to yourself clearly knowing he wouldn't. For fucks sake there were three of them!

“Never!” Coryo hissed through gritted teeth causing you to facepalm.

The men surrounded him in a tight circle and one of them had already raised his hand for a punch when he suddenly stopped startled by your voice.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” you tried to sound cool approaching the unpleasant bunch.

The men stared at you with bleary eyes for a good moment until one of them spoke.

“Get lost, woman!” He growled. “You have nothing to see here.”

“This man here is from a very prominent Capitol family,” you broke into their circle and stood between them and Coryo, making the men step back instinctively.

“You hurt him, you'll get killed. If you get too carried away and kill him your families will be murdered too. He's not worth it!”

Coryo looked slightly offended at those last words, but at least he was smart enough to keep quiet. 

“Are you his whore?” The biggest and scariest of the bunch approached you causing you to swallow thickly. “Is that why you care about our wellbeing so much?”

“I would stay where you are if I was you,” you managed to keep your posture.

“I don't hit women. Unless they are filthy peacekeepers’ whores!” The man yelled and tried to swing a badly aimed punch at you, but you avoided it and kicked your knee up aiming directly at his manhood.

The man made a wailing sound and fell to his knees, his friends finally stepped back.

“So who wants to be next? Or maybe you wanna get some taste of the pepper spray that I have in my pocket?”

The man who’d tried to hit you was trying to get back on his feet, muttering all the possible curse words and you already thought both you and Coryo were gonna be so fucked especially if they’d found out you had no pepper spray with you.

But the other men started to retreat, pulling up their friend and dragging him away despite his protests.

After a few short moments only you and Coryo were left in the alleyway.

“Thank you!” You heard his lovely little voice behind yourself.

You turned around to see him getting up from the ground quite nimbly. You also noticed that his lips were still trembling from fear.

“Could you ever just stop getting in trouble?” You gave him an annoyed look.

“I-I would have totally handled it by myself, it’s just…”

“Yeah sure!” You rolled your eyes. Sometimes you just couldn't believe the audacity of this Capitol dullard.

“... it's just that you are so beautiful when you take control like this,” he stepped closer, his cheeks slightly flushed, you could feel the alcohol reeking from his breath.

“Such a charmer,” you turned your head to the side not wanting to admit that you were indeed somewhat charmed.

His hands found yours and your fingers intertwined him simultaneously pushing you closer to a nearby wall.

“So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips lingering near yours adorned with a silly smile. He was acting like a drunk school boy with a crush, posca and adrenaline from almost getting beaten black and blue still running through his veins.

“No, not like that baby,” you giggled and switched your positions in a swift move, pinning him against the wall, his hands above his head.

Coryo's eyes widened for a moment before his features were taken over by a tipsy smile. He felt completely at ease under your control and so did you.

“This is better,” you cooed before pressing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss that tasted a bit metallic from his bleeding lip.

Coryo's lips caught yours in a hungry ardor, he tasted your mouth letting out sweet moans in between.

You put your leg in between his thighs, pressed it against his crotch and ran your tongue over the abrasion on his upper lip making him whine softly.

Still holding his hands pinned against the wall you started rubbing your tight against him making him flare his nostrils as he watched you with those wide icy blue eyes.

“Oh fuck!” Coryo moaned as you sped up your moves feeling his cock getting hard in his pants.

“You like it?” You whispered against his lips, then moved lower and peppered soft kisses along his neck feeling his pulse running wild under your lips.

“I-I d-do like it,” he stuttered as your kisses got harsher making sure to mark him as yours. 

Coryo's dick was painfully hard under your touch and he rolled his eyes back in pleasure feeling your tongue on his Adam's apple.

“If those guys saw you now they would surely know who is whose whore here, huh?” You teased before going back to his lips and meeting them in a harsh kiss.

“Please…” Coryo pleaded desperately, trying to grind his bulge against your thigh, making you chuckle in amusement.

“You're mine, Private Snow. All mine, do you understand that?”

“All yours,” Coryo whined, desperate for his release. 

Suddenly you stopped and stepped back letting his hands go. The boy's eyes went wide at the loss of contact.

“D-dont… Don't just leave me like this…” he begged, looking like a hungry puppy.

“Who said I was going to leave you?” You let out a small laugh.

“Now go back inside and get us a bottle of posca! Then we can go to my place and who knows… Maybe you’ll get to cum if you behave.”

Coryo rushed to carry out your instructions.

“Just don't get in trouble!”

[theesirenteller]

Beacon Of Light

The Beginning Of It All

ELizabeth Boland, better known by her peers as Beth, had been normal. Insignificant,Your standard stepford wife. A standard soccer mom. And she had been fine with that or that’s what she told herself. She told herself that after her third child had been born. And by her fourth child, she’d been over it. Infertility on her husband’s end was the push she believed she needed to be someone or something greater than who she was. Although Beth had done the majority of her crime driven sprees with the help of others, she liked to believe she did it all on her own and on her own dime. Her criminally attractive ‘partner in crime’ well…more like boss, Rio was a sinful indulgence that she wished lasted longer than four encounters.

Rio was a walking mystery. A Casanova type of lover that swept into the shadows shortly after. And a botched pregnancy scare hadn’t been enough to keep him warming her bed every other night. Or any night. In the back of her mind, Beth wondered if he ever would be truly hers. To have, to hold, to own, to keep. She rarely had seen him over the last seven months. He’d always been a man who arrived to drop off and pick up money. Now, it was one of his henchmen. Usually Mick, who Beth’s younger sister Annie had been dating for the last year.

“Maybe it’s time you start taking what you want. No, always means yes in some capacity” Annie’s words lingered in Beth’s mind as she sat at a local diner, drinking her coffee.

“Well well well, Beth Boland as I live and breathe.” Agent Jimmy Turner greeted as he took a seat across from her.

Beth cracked a smile as she sat her cup down, “Nice to see you too Jimmy. How are the kids?”

“They’re good.But… we both know you didn’t call me here to catch up.” He replied with a slight smirk to his lips and knowing look within his eyes.

Beth let out a laugh before nodding her head in agreement,”You got me there.” She then straightened up her posture and smiled once again,”I actually called you here on a personal note…Rio…Christopher I mean. I wanted to know if I could get the file you had on him.”

“The file that disappeared? The one that just miraculously vanished when Dean was arrested.” Agent Turner teased followed by chuckling.

“Yes, That file.” Beth smiled. If Agent Turner wasn’t mistaken,He thought she looked proud. And that left somewhat of a sour taste in his mouth. Given the fact that Dean was his childhood best friend and it was a hard day for Agent Turner when he had to arrest Dean. 

“You know when you called me last night, Something told me it’d be about that file.” He admitted. He then reached down into his briefcase and pulled out the vanilla-skinned file. Watching as her blue eyes grew brighter and widened wider as he slid it across the table, Agent Turner grew disturbed. 

She didn’t utter a reply. Her eyes were glued to the papers and her fingers began to slightly shake. Her finger tips began brushing along the cover of the file before she flipped it open.

“Before you ask, that’s all I was able to get. Man’s a ghost otherwise.” 

Agent Turner’s words fell on deaf ears because this was all she had needed to get her started. The key to unlock a door that led to his heart. She hoped… 

Friday, 12:00 p.m. Afternoon. A time where the majority of people were taking their thirty-minute lunch break. Beth had made sure she arrived at 300 W Hemlock Grove. Between Richmond and Gregory road. Biting at the side of her lip with one hand grasped tightly to the strap of her purse. 

The sound of heels clicking caused her ears to perk up. She slowly turned in its direction. The sight of a bronzed-caramel brown skinned woman in a ditsy floral sundress caused Beth’s heart to race.

 

It was her. It was the woman from the file. Christopher’s wife, Lupita. 

Without a second thought, Beth took a stride forward and collided into the woman with great force that sent them both to the ground.

[butch-reidentified]

do you think it’s possible for a lesbian to be somewhat attracted to a trans woman (who passes well) if the only place she sees the tw is online/in videos/in pictures? i’m gender critical and i believe attraction is based on sex, but if somebody strongly resembles the same sex and you’re only seeing them from a physical distance, wouldn’t it make sense for somebody attracted to that sex to be able to find them attractive? (not referring to pursuing a relationship with them)

its almost 4am at the end of a long work week, and I'm still recovering from covid, so I hope this is coherent lmao

ik this will be controversial but I urge people to really mull over this before reacting in anger, though I really do understand the impulse:

honestly, as a (former) neuroscience researcher and someone still deeply passionate about neuroscience who likes to read neuroscience journal articles in her spare time... I think it's fucking complicated and there's a bit of intellectual dishonesty on both sides. the TRA side claims you can (only!) be attracted to someone's internal identity or ~gender feelings~ while the gc side claims that there is NO circumstance in which a person could pass well enough as the opposite sex to be perceived as attractive by someone whose orientation includes that "passing" sex.

and yet, I've had the experience of being at an lgbt bar or club and seeing someone I thought was a cute masc woman initially, only to realize it was an androgynous or slightly effeminate-appearing gay man - and many many lesbians I've told this to have shared similar experiences with me. I know a male transitioner online who is really cool and calls himself a eunuch rather than a woman or anything, and while I don't find him attractive, I have to admit that in the ~100ish photos I've seen of him (incl many candid full body ones taken by other people), I've not been able to "clock" any distinct male characteristics. maybe that would be different in person, but we live on totally different continents so idk.

I've known a TON of trans people irl, likely far more than most people on radblr or anywhere. this is partly because Florida has the second highest # of trans people in the country, and partly bc of where I went to college, and partly because my life is just strange like that. but I'll admit I've known a couple mt"f"-transitioned folks who I truly had no idea were male for quite some time - physically or behaviorally.

the reality is that your brain only knows what it perceives, and if it perceives a male as a female without your knowledge, and your orientation includes females, then it could be possible to feel attraction. however, I'm preeetty damn sure that would not persist beyond learning that person's sex is male, at which point you'd probably suddenly start noticing whatever male traits you were able to overlook initially. but I don't think it makes rational sense to claim that it's never possible to experience "mistaken" attraction for a period of time. there are known cases of historical women who lived as men who were flirted with by straight women who believed them to be male, for instance.

this is one of those situations where the truth (what I've said above) could be twisted and deliberately misinterpreted by the opposing party, which I believe to be why so few, if any, are willing to acknowledge this. but it's a question I've pondered a lot and this is the only logical conclusion I've reached. and it simply is not rational for anyone to act like anything I've said here implies that homosexuals can/should be open to dating/sleeping with the opposite sex. anyone who could come to that conclusion from this response needs a seriously intensive review of reading comprehension.

like I said I'm not fully awake so I'm sure I could have made my points here more clearly and I'm sure I'll get retaliation from people who want to nitpick my wording or whatever, like usual, but o well.

[eletricheart]

Right Where You Left Me

(Katherine Pierce x fem!reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 730 (ish)

ps: I thought of a friendship that could have been something more but didn't have the chance.

ps2: in doubt if i finish this like this or make a part2

ps3: song is at the end

ps4: not proofread, im so sorry for any mistakes

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1764

You were hosting the new year ball with your husband when you met Katherine. You knew how to behave during social gatherings such as this, you were trained to be a proper Lady ever since you learned how to walk. Everyone you knew or met were the same, the talks were always gossip or complimentary exchanges.

It's no wonder why you were intrigued by Katherine. A clearly foreign woman, who not only politely refused to dance with the men but also stared at you the entire night. At first you believed there was something in your face, however as the vampire continued to follow you thought she simply wanted to greet one of the hosts.

Katherine didn't truly enjoy balls but the drinks were always so tasteful, sometimes she'd even try the ones they were serving. She wanted to kill you, to know what your blood would taste like. And, well, you willingly went after her, after all you wouldn't be a disgraceful host.

The vampire asked for a tour, to which you gladly complied. She only noticed that an hour had gone by when the firework show began, and for the first time she considered not murdering you.

You both became friends in the new year and stayed that way for many more to come. You were inseparable, Katherine protected you as if her life depended on it, rarely allowing to lose sight of you.

It was in 1770 that you died through the hands of vampire hunters, Katherine killed them all.

Your turning wasn't painless, but she was there, every step of the way.

1850

Your relationship changed after your death. You finally accepted to move to the countryside with Katherine, leaving your husband and wealth behind.

It was hard for a while, however you quickly became interested in nature, studying and analyzing every movement or change the world could show you. Katherine would often play about how well you would get along with some witches, maybe even being one secretly. You would always laugh it off.

Life was stable. Just you and her.

Good things never last for long, and soon enough you both went to the New World to escape Klaus.

1864

You deeply hated the Salvatores. Every time they went after Katherine you would picture their slow and painful death. The other vampire knew that and made sure to flaunt her relationship with them when you were around.

It was a game to her, she didn't exactly like them, she liked the effect they had on you. For so long Katherine didn't understand her feelings for you, and as much as she may know now, she didn't want to be the one to admit it. Therefore, the woman played a game, how long could you handle the jealousy that was so explicit in your face.

Katherine never realized how far deep she was until it was too late. Her games became too real, she actively enjoyed toying with them, she adored how devoted they were, even if manipulated sometimes. It was too easy for her to lose herself. It needed to be over.

Unfortunately, it never truly came to an end. The abrupt vampire hunt was frightening, you desperately wanted to leave but Katherine couldn't let go.

You looked at her in a mix of confusion and sadness. "What do you mean 'no'?"

The vampire shrugged. "They'll never find us, besides I'm almost done with the boys."

You huffed. "Seriously? You would rather risk our safety for some disgusting man thing?"

Katherine chuckled and lifted her arms in mocked surrender. "Wow, didn't know you hated men so much. Wonder what your ex husband would've thought."

You rolled your eyes and straightened your hair. "I may just despise them. Can we go now? You can find another."

Katherine shook her head which caused you to sigh in exasperation.

"What are you even doing to them that is so special anyway?"

You gasped, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions but mainly focusing on anger. "You just met them." You stated between clenched teeth.

The other vampire saw this as an opportunity, you were clearly stressed and if she pressed just the right buttons the game would be over, you would be hers. "Maybe I'l turn them."

"Yes but they are so much fun."

You shook your head. "Is that why you turned me? For fun?"

Katherine was startled for a moment, staring at you with furrowed brows. "Of course not."

"I'll wait until tonight, then I'll go."

"I can't just let it go."

"Then choose."

You waited, even longer than planned, you still waited.

She never came.

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masterlist

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 38

Cw:dragon egg-laying in the background, toddlers displaying symptoms of trauma

Gif by @targaryensource

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie @darylandbethfanforever9 @ewanmitchellcrumbs @aemondx @sweethoneyblossom1

Aemma with a child on her hip is a sight from which he can never tire.

She plays with two-year-old Viserys who has been clinging to Helaena believing she is Rhaenyra.

Three-year-old Aegon was more withdrawn, preferring Baela over everyone else save for his nurse.

It was no issue for his sister to care for their orphaned nephews, Helaena adored children, and gave her an excuse to make sure they weren’t fostered with people willing to kill them before the sentence is even completed.

Mother hardly saw them; the guilt ate at her when faced with the reality that she played an exceptionally large part in the death of their mother.

Aemma used any moment to visit them, play with them and lie to them when they asked their father.

She has Viserys on her hip as he babbles to her in half-coherent sentences about his new toy dragon.

“Vhagar’s begun laying her eggs.” Aemond greeted her with a kiss just below her ear. An onlooker could mistake it with a kiss on the cheek, a show of affection after greeting his nephew with ruffle of his pin straight fair hair.

Of course, that was as uncharacteristic of him as it was for the sun to rise from the west, but no one truly knew him except for a handful of his kin.

“Do you want to go see the dragons, Vis?” she asked the toddler with that annoying baby talk he refuses to do.

The toddler is effusive in his excitement, Aemond managed to make out a suggestion to invite his brother Eggy and Aena(Helaena) to go with them.

He has her eyes, whatever features they shared with their mother making it look like he might be her own babe.

Would Aenys look like him, he wonders.

He won’t ever admit it, but he wondered to himself how his children with Aemma would look.

Would they have her thick curls or his straight hair? Would they have his nose or hers, would something tracing back to his grandparents shine through in him?

Perhaps Alys is wrong and it’s a daughter, one who looks like little Daenaera or maybe like dead little Ellyn.

Then it hits him that he will only be uncle to them and the whole dream turns sour.

If they manage to secure Harrenhal and its surrounding lands for Aegon, he may be here to meet the babe that is his in all but name.

He could manage that, five moons is more than enough time.

“You should ask him to join us.” Jena whispers as she helped her change Vis and Aeg into clothes more suitable for an outing.

Well, sturdier play clothes and shoes.

“He is his brother, he’d never do it.” Aemma shook her head as Aeg obediently extended his feet so she may fasten his shoes.

“He’s your lover, he’d take out his good eye if you asked.” Jena said in that baby talk as if she were a toddler too. “Besides, he’d get to be king and never live under his brother’s shadow again.”

Strange how having been intimate with the same men brought people together.

It was fuckin bizarre that she’d find a friend in Jena after their tumultuous beginning.

“No, but hell would have to freeze over before the realm comes to accept a female ruler and I doubt Aemond would like to live under my shadow even if we had a joint monarchy.” Aemma countered her point.

Aemond was proud to the point of arrogance, he’d never accept that he would be her second. She would sit on the throne, and he’d wield Blackfyre.

Well, he already wields Blackfyre because Aegon can no longer fight, but he would function much like a second Hand and general.

He’d live under someone’s shadow, and Aemma is not sure he’d be alright with her casting it being a woman. After all this war was started because men cannot stop thinking their cocks make them superior.

“It could happen. Especially now that Aegon’s dragon no longer flies,” the dark-haired woman said with cunning smile.

“He’s infertile not impotent, Jena.” The queen corrected thinking she mixed it up.

“Oh, you didn’t know? Your darling grandmother, may she rest in peace, broke his little dragon and now he can’t even get it up.”

This was definitely news to her.

If Aemma could ever get an annulment, she’d get it in seconds.

House Targaryen couldn’t hope for the best with one singular heir, for fuck’s sake, Jaehaerys and Alysanne had thirteen children and yet had to call for a great council because they all fucking died.

“Fu-fork!” Aemma gasped amending her word at the last minute, Viserys had recently started picking up words he heard the adults use. In one instance he had exclaimed the word shit when his toy dragon fell out the window.

Aegon gave him a magnificently carved rocking horse made to look like a dragon as a reward.

Now it was up to Aemma, Helaena and Baela to un-teach him those words.

But that is a problem for another day.

Today was going to be the best fucking day ever, so her little brothers have some fucking joy in this gilded prison.

“Just make sure to give my suggestion some thought, your grace.” Jena whispers as she takes her stepchildren back to her manse.

And she does.

Would he be up to it?

Vhagar roars and Aeg covered his ears. He’s been afraid of dragons since mother died.

“I want muña.” He cried before running to his nurse in fear.

“I will take him back to Princess Helaena, your grace.” The nurse said quietly as she held him, and he cried harder into her shoulder because Helaena is not mother.

But Aemma thanked her nonetheless while Aemond called for a guard to return to the keep with them.

Dangerous place this was, anyone here would be willing to hurt the children for something they do not even understand.

Someone would kill them to ingratiate themselves to Aemond and Aegon, others because Targaryens are inbred abominations.

Aemma’s lost count how many times she’s been called an inbred whore now that she’s allowed to leave the keep.

Of course, she shuts them up by doing charity work and letting the Prince Regent deal with it however he likes, but two toddlers alone with no guards invited trouble.

“I apologize, he’s been scared of dragons since mother died and Stormcloud died of sadness soon after when Syrax went feral.” Aemma apologized as the nurse and the guards took both toddlers. Viserys couldn’t cope with being separated from his brother fearing he’d never come back like mother and Daemon, so he chose to leave too.

“Perhaps if he were to be given an egg, he may overcome it. I think Vhagar’s clutch will be quite large. Enough for everyone.” He suggests trying his hardest to pretend there isn’t anything going on beyond friendship between them.

But his words also betray how isolated he felt when everyone had a dragon and he didn’t.

Aemma had a little hatchling that never grew and eventually died when her wedding date was announced, Elēnar had been more loyal than a dog and more trouble than anything in creation.

I would rather have one like him than have none at all, he had once said the day before Joffrey was born and he was humiliated by Aegon’s cruel prank at the Dragon Pit.

Mother had been livid, Harwin and father as well.

The boys had no sweets for a month, were barred from the Dragon Pit unless an adult was with them, and all three of them were to have a very special lesson from Teora about why bullying is bad and why good children do not do it.

It had been so long since then. Nearly seven fucking years.

She had only been six and ten when she arrived here and now, she is just a week or so away from her eight and tenth nameday. Aemond’s nine and tenth had been just before the war, they had snuck off during the hunt in his honor and fucked like animals against a tree until they came looking for him.

“What are you thinking about, dearest?” he asked quietly, his voice low enough to send a shiver through her.

“My name day, and whether your gift to me will be as great as the one I gave you for yours.” She flirts with him knowing he still gets tongue tied like when he was two and ten and blushed every time anyone called him handsome.

“I thought the orange blossoms would have been to your liking.” He defends the flowers he had hidden in a book of hours made of the finest quality. “Perhaps a tourney crown would move you, my queen. Or dragon’s egg, you did famously have two dragons.”

“I already have a second dragon, three would be too many.” She teased him forgetting they aren’t alone. Although no one would dare speak it, and she can always be vague and have them believe she meant her husbands.

“And where do you keep this second dragon of yours, your grace? Silverwing is chained like a criminal in her nest.” He takes the bait with a smile while Vhagar’s gives out a final huff as she delivers the searing hot and fleshy egg case containing her progeny.

“Why, in my bed, your highness.”

He cannot know what she and Jena are plotting.

He loves her, but not enough to usurp his brother and that is a fault she cannot ignore.

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Deduce Me

Based on this request:  Hello, I hope you’re having a lovely birthday. May I request a sherlock soulmate Au. Maybe they have a marker or something. She thinks he doesn’t like her because he doesn’t deduce her and suss it out but really he’s holding back and wanted to give her space because she’s kinda sweet and stuff. Bit like the grumpy and sunshine trope!

Here you go, lovely! I apologize for the wait! My hiatus(es) was unexpected and unwanted, but apparently necessary. 

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst. Potential for part 2 (maybe)?, a little grumpy and sunshine, but only a bit.

Pairings/Characters: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader, John Watson

Soulmarks were stupid. At least that's how you were feeling at the moment. You'd been fortunate(or perhaps unfortunate) enough to be mated to the most brilliant man you'd ever met. Sherlock Holmes. You knew that because you'd seen his mark, identical to yours, once by accident. Instead of telling Sherlock outright, you decided to wait and see how long it would take for it to be discovered. Now, you knew Sherlock would appreciate a chance to figure things out on his own. To that end you decided to give him a chance to deduce why you were suddenly acting differently toward him.

         After several weeks of this, you were beginning to lose hope. Sherlock refused to deduce anything about you. It was like he didn't want to know anything about why you were acting the way you were. You had seen the man deduce the lives of entire families within a few minutes and yet he wouldn't say a word to you. Surely he knew by now. It was…he just had to. It wasn't until you'd simmering in your frustration for about a week that Sherlock seemed to take notice.

         You had stopped being as attentive. You stopped hanging around as much and you didn't text as much. It hurt you. It hurt so much. Soulmates, platonic or not, were not meant to be out of contact for very long. But the fact that Sherlock didn't even seem to care hurt your pride more than the soulmate bond ever could. Did he just not like you? Maybe that was why. Maybe he knew and just didn't care so acted like nothing changed between you. If that was the case, it might have been in your best interest to leave well enough alone for a while.

Sherlock's POV

         "Watson, where is Y/N?" John looked at the detective exasperatedly. "You're joking. She hasn't been here for days, Sherlock. You didn't not- Never mind. Of course you didn't." Sherlock's brows furrowed. Why would you willingly spend time away from him? You'd been hanging around so much lately and Sherlock had gotten used to you. In fact, though he'd never admit it aloud, he rather enjoyed your company. So why hadn't he noticed your absence before?

         That was when his mind kicked into overdrive. He had noticed. That little niggle in his heart and head. Something telling him that there was something wrong. His entire being ached for your presence. The soulmate bond was fraying, little by little, but why? John's voice brought Sherlock of his thoughts again.

         "I cannot believe you didn't realize she was gone. She's the only woman that has ever been able to handle your madness. If she's not your soulmate, I'd be surprise, along with half of the people we know," John mentioned with a frustrated sigh. Sherlock glanced over his shoulder briefly. "She is," he stated, earning a confused look from the doctor so he continued, "My soulmate."

         "You knew?! And you've been ignoring her?! Why?"

         "Because she is a distraction! And…I can't. I can't allow myself to be distracted," the consulting detective said as if it were a statement of fact. John wasn't going to allow that. He was having none of it. "Bollocks. I know you, Sherlock. You're afraid. You're afraid that, by being your soulmate, Y/N will change. She'll become more like you."

         "Yes. There are so few truly good people in the world, Watson. Y/N is one of them. She needs…She deserves more than a high-functioning sociopath. I cannot allow a romantic entanglement with me to change her. It is better if I say nothing." John merely stared at him for a moment. "You believe that?" Sherlock nodded once and John scoffed. "And now you're both hurting."

         "The pain means nothing if Y/N is safe from me and what being associated with me can do to her."

         "Shouldn't that be my decision as well?" Sherlock wasn't even surprised to hear your voice coming from the doorway of the flat. He glanced back at you as you gave John a tired smile. Sherlock took in your appearance. You looked horrible. Like you hadn't slept or eaten in days. Like all the joy had been sucked out of you. "Would you give us a moment, Doctor?" you asked, not meeting Sherlock's gaze. John merely nodded before shooting a glare at his flatmate.

         As soon as John was outside, you finally glanced at Sherlock. "You look like hell," he declared, matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes. "Well, forgive me, Mr. Consulting Detective, but not all of us have a murder to keep us distracted. Why? Why would you let me believe it meant nothing to you? I know you're not…good with typical human emotions. You find them unnecessary, but I don't! And you said NOTHING! YOU LET ME BELIEVE I WAS BETTER OFF AND LET ME BE IN PAIN!"

         Sherlock's expression, unsurprisingly, didn't shift at all as your voice raised. When he said nothing, you huffed and began pacing a little. "You could have talked to me, Sherlock. You should have! You knew this entire time. You knew exactly what I was trying to tell you and yet, you couldn't be bothered to care. I've been so happy."

         "You are always happy. Well, except for this moment," he replied, earning a groan. "Not the point, Sherlock. The point is that you caused us both unnecessary pain. While you had something to distract you from yours, I didn't. I was here with you, every day. Not that you noticed. You don't want me to be like you? Well I suppose it's too late. This bond has caused me nothing but trouble. I've made an appointment with a soul bond clinic. They'll be removing my mark and severing the bond entirely." With that, you turned on your heel and left the flat, leaving Sherlock standing there with a thousand thoughts racing through his head and his heart clenching harder with every step you took.

         For once in his life, Sherlock had no idea what to do. You were going to destroy the soulmate bond? Sherlock didn't want that. He knew that much. He hadn't meant to cause you the pain. He had only wanted to keep you…you. But now, it was over. Unless he could catch you in time.

         Faster than most people could comprehend, Sherlock's long legs were carrying him out of the flat and down into the street. Just as his foot hit the pavement, the cab with you in the backseat drove off. Sherlock could just see your tear-stained face in the window as you were driven out of sight.

(a/n: I hope you like it. Also, why are half my soulmate AUs on this blog so angsty XD)

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[igotanidea]

Eyes open: Jason Todd x banshee!reader part 2

part 1: not an average girl.

dedication: this is for my long anon, obviously ;) :*

warnings: some easter eggs, cause it's not only dc x reader, but also marvel x reader :D

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We live in times plagued by an epidemic of loneliness.

8 miliard people in the world and yet - so many of them keep on carrying the weight of their own troubles by themselves, not having a single person to talk to.

8 miliard people and more often than not, even those who are surrounded by people on every day basis feels like they have no one they could truly trust and open up to.  

And Y/N felt it too.

Even when living in her little town where everyone knew everyone.

So once she moved to New York, which was like a whole new world and seeing the see of people, the lights and neons and commercials on every corner, the cars and underground and having to deal with to many things and stimuli all at one, almost gave her anxiety.

But she was strong, she had to push through and try and figure out who she was and - hopefully - what was her place in the world.

And that was why she choose the big apple.

***

Her conversation with her mum was not as bad as she might have expected, but also - the topic of the discussion couldn’t be further from normal.

A banshee.

She was a freaking banshee, also known as the messenger of the death.

Definitely every young woman’s dream, right?

And - classic - no one bothered to inform her about it and she had to find out from some dying talking wolf.

Y/N could barely remember the walk from forest to home, believing what happened to her was just a crazy dream, from which she would wake up any second and end up laughing about whatever her tired, stressed mind have been producing.

But this was not a dream, it was reality.

And even thought she didn’t look like an Irish demon there was still something in her blood that give her some special abilities.

In other words - she was a freak.

„Y/N! Just calm down!” her mother cried out, seeing Y/N’s pale face and trembling hands. In return she got a desperate half-chuckle, half-sob and spilled cup of tea. „Look, I had no idea you will be the gifted one and -”

„gifted? How is that gifted?! It’s more like a curse.

„Y/N--”

„don;t Y/N me!”

„oh, please” her mother almost rolled her eyes at Y/N’s distress. „You make a fuss about something you have no idea about and --”

„I have no idea.” the girl interrupted „because someone kept it a secret from me-”

„Told you I had no idea that it would be you who -”

‘but you knew it was a general possibility!!”

„I was lucky enough for the mutation to omit my generation-”

„Lucky?! So you’re admitting it is in fact a curse!”

„could you please stop yelling?” her mother stood up abruptly and moved to close the door shut. „they don;t need to know.” she was obviously referring to Y/N’s stepdad and stepsister.

 „How?! Why?! What else don’t I know?!Is there a vampire in the family as well? Or- maybe you’ll tell me that grandma was a werewolf?!”

„This is not a freaking twilight Y/N! Or whatever other teenage movie you have watched!”

„But sure as hell is starts to remind me of teen wolf!”

„Stop screaming!”

„No, you stop screaming!”

The truth was, that they were both screaming at each other and closed door did nothing to muffle the sounds. The voices were echoing through the entire house, even though the individual words were incomprehensible. (luckily for the rest of the household).

„Just say it, you were ashamed you had a daughter with some mutation!”

„For the third time - I didn’t know!I had my suspicions it could be you but-”

„You what?” Y/N;s voice got way more hurt and angered, all the emotions escaped from her like from a popped balloon after hearing this half-sentence. „Mum....”

„I’m sorry, sweetie...” her mother grabbed both of her hands squeezing them reassuringly, trying to make Y/N look into her eyes „I truly am, I should have told you about family blood, but I wanted to protect you....”

„Classic excuse.” the girl muttered

„classic excuse of a concerned parent.”

„i;m not a kid anymore! I’m 17! Almost 18!”

„you were not ready for it, Y/N.”

„well now I have to confront this crazy reality without any previous preparation! God, mum! It’s like waking up one day bleeding from the uterus without knowing what period is!”

„Did you just compared being a banshee to menstruation?” her mother chocked on the tea,

„I did not --oh...” her eyes grew wide „oh, damn, I did” she chuckled once, then twice and before she noticed, both she and her mother were laughing out loud about quite unfortunate parallel, the tension gone almost instantly.

„so what now?” the girl asked after a moment

„What do you mean?”

„dunno. You tell me. Do I get some training or something? How do I control it?”

„You don’t.”

„I don’t?!”

Her mother only shook her head.

„It’s not like in the movies or in the books. There is no magic switch that allows you to just turn it off or on. You just have to explore it by yourself.”

„are you sure there’s no instruction manual?”

„definitely not. It;s an individual matter and you have to find your own path” her mother just said

„Well, for the whole not-a-movie line of thinking, this one sentence kind of broke the whole argumentation....”

***

Her own path.

Since, technically speaking she still felt like a freak, it got the wheels in her brain turning.

What was the best place to find out herself and get to learn how to live with her so called gift?

What was the only city that could possibly accept another enhanced human?

Where on Earth she would both fit in the crowd and got space for pursuing the individuality?

Well-

She’s always been a fan of the Avengers....

***

New York.

To quote the classic: concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

Mhm. Right.

But before you reach your mental Empire State building, you have to adjust and become a countryman starting from learning the right accent ending on the skill of stopping the cabs in the never ending traffic and crowd.

18 year old girl living alone in a foreign city.

So many things could go wrong.

But for the first time in her life she felt like she was the one making choices and taking control of her own life. Freaking powerful feeling. And hey! She was a banshee! A literal banshee so everyone better make way cause here she comes!

Being smart and resourceful she got into NYU on R&D and technology faculty and all signs in heaven and earth was showing that she was on the highway to an internship at Stark Industries. If only it wasn’t for this little nerd named Peter Parker.... She could feel something was off with him.

***

So, generally speaking, life was good.

Except for the loneliness. The worst kind of it, loneliness in the crowd when on one hand you feel like  a part of buzzing life and estranged and cut out from society on the other.

But with 8 miliard people in the world, almost 19 millions in NY you just got to keep your eyes open.

***

They first met in the pots and pans section of the supermarket.

She was looking at an air fryer placed at the top that came with the Iron Man puzzle gift set.

Even though she was taller than most of her peers, she couldn't reach it. To hell with high store shelves!

Just as she was about to take a quick trip to shoe shop just to buy a pair of high heels for help, a pair of strong arms appeared in front of her and handed her the air fryer she wanted.

She took it dully, her eyes following those arms once more, her mind restless.

It was another air fryer, different in that the other one came with the Captain America puzzle gift set.

Before she knew it, she was giving a thumbs up.

Just then, he looked over at her.

The first thing she noticed was how handsome he was, and the second thing made her chuckle because he gave her a thumbs up as well. Talk about modern communication where gestures serves as words,.

"You have good taste," he told her, along with a devilish grin, that only confirmed her belief he gave her the star spangled man piece on purpose.

„considering what I was going for - definitely.” she laughed „but thank you either way.”

„wait.” he made a funny face „you’re not actually telling me you prefer the guy with money and technology over the actual hero.”

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

She smirked. It was no secret that there has always been a bit of civil war between Tony’s and Steve’s fans.

„And what if I do?” Y/N teased, shocked by her own boldness.Maybe the city was having bigger effect on her than she previously thought.

'There are so many wrong things with that sentence" the guy rolled his eyes, almost as if he got some first hand experience with billionaire heroes/vigilantes "I suppose I’ll have to convince you you’re wrong?”

„Huh! Classic mansplaining?”

„Say, would you like a cup of coffee? My treat." he raised an eyebrow and she hesitated. After all he was a stranger. „Backing down from a challenge, princess?”

„Oh it’s on!” he was a stanger and she was a banshee. If anyone would feel upcoming tragedy it would definitely be her.

Yeah... you just gotta keep your eyes open.

Out of all the places in the world - Jason and Y/N’s story began in a small household appliances department.

....

[pascaloverx]

FELLINGS — EXO K.J

FINAL CHAPTER

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

CHAPTER THREE

Surprisingly, what happened in the elevator didn't magically make you and Jongin get together. In fact, you've been avoiding him ever since. Quitting your job kept you busy enough searching for a new one to not encounter Kai anywhere. Luna seems to want to forget what happened at her engagement party. You've been meeting quite frequently to organize the final details of her and Sehun's wedding. In fact, the wedding is happening in the next two hours, and you still haven't managed to leave the house. It's pouring rain outside, and no taxi or rideshare seems to be willing to cooperate with you today. It's almost as if fate wants you to stay home. Until you hear a car horn, and you think that Luna probably asked one of her or Sehun's friends to come pick you up. You rush down the stairs so quickly that you almost trip on the train of the dress Luna chose for you to wear as the maid of honor. This nearly impossible-to-put-on and breathe-in dress also comes with a train that nearly makes you fall when you run.

"You take my breath away. Almost literally, I believe." Kai says as he leans against the car door, holding an umbrella.

"What do you mean by that?" You ask seriously, looking at him all dressed up as he gets wet in the rain. He has his umbrella open towards you which means he's getting wet in the rain.

"I want to say that your mere existence in that dress takes my breath away. Maybe it's a bit exaggerated to say that to the woman who had sex with me and then avoided me. I didn't know you could be so cruel." Jongin says, approaching you, at the entrance to your house. You smile awkwardly. Maybe you were too quick to imagine that he would want to forget what happened in the elevator.

"I thought it would be better this way. We made a mistake and I didn't know how to act afterwards. I thought you would think it would be better this way too." You say approaching Jongin who is still getting wet in the rain waiting for you to go under his umbrella.

"Why would you call what we did a mistake?" Jongin asks taking another step towards you. You look at him without reaction, thinking about what to answer.

"You love another." You speak almost too loudly, which makes Jongin laugh. Maybe it's nervousness or the cold from the rain, but you start to shiver slightly.

"I remember telling you I loved you. Don't you remember?" Jongin asks and like a flashback snippets of the moment in the elevator come to your mind. He really said that but he said he didn't love you how you loved him.

"You said you didn't love me like I loved you. What do you want me to make of that?" Your question sounds harsher than you'd like, but the truth is, if Kai truly wanted to be with you, he would make more of an effort. Although you admit that him coming to your house, in the pouring rain, all dressed up for a wedding he probably doesn't even want to attend, makes it seem like an effort made solely to please you.

"I want you to stop making excuses to hate me and admit that you're avoiding me because you can't stand the idea that I finally reciprocated your feelings for me." Kai says, looking you in the eye, getting even closer to you. The rain is now taking over everything, and you know that getting closer to him will get you wet. But still, you challenge yourself and end up getting wet.

"And what if I just don't want to settle for someone who won't love me the way I love them? Have you thought about that possibility, big guy?" You say, getting even more soaked, at this point not even considering the slightest possibility of going to Luna's wedding like this. Fortunately, you know Luna won't need you to say she's accepting to marry Sehun. And frankly, Luna is having her happily ever after; you feel it's more than time to have yours too.

"I never thought you'd be such a coward, Y/N. Are you really that terrified of the chance of having me all to yourself?" He asks, closing the umbrella and coming closer to you. You don't even notice when his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You think pretty highly of yourself, don't you?" You say seconds before feeling his lips touching yours. It's a hungry kiss, tinged with traces of longing. You didn't want to admit it, but having Kai kiss you with such passion made you feel like you were about to explode.

"I think we both have something pending to resolve in your room. Do you mind if I carry you up there?" Kai asks, and you shake your head, not minding such an act. He then carries you to the bedroom. And the end of your story turned out to be the beginning of a romantic madness. You both sorted things out. Kai tried to convince you to come back to work for him, but you decided to work for a competitor instead. That way, your professional life wouldn't be tied to your personal life. And your personal life is definitely tied to Kim Jongin.

THE END.

[marvelmaniac715]

Remember that essay that I wrote on here about Chucky? Well, it occurred to me that Nica studied psychology, so maybe I could write a fic where Chucky’s trying to annoy her and she just does a full on psychological analysis 😂. I’ll give it a sappy ending because that’s my favourite type to write, and it’s set during Season 2 of the tv series where Chucky/Nica, Kyle and Glenda are hiding out together because I thought it would be fun. Enjoy it :).

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Today, Chucky thought he’d try and play ‘psychologist’. His logic for this is that he spent some time in a mental institution, so he was basically an expert. Nica just rolled her eyes and ignored him as he tried to piece together her (in his words) ‘messed up’ childhood. But then he tried talking about her dad, and that hit a nerve.

“Okay Charles, let’s talk about you.”

This stopped the doll in his tracks.

“…Excuse me?”

Nica smiled sweetly knowing full well he could see her and politely responded:

“You’re excused.”

Chucky seemed flustered now.

“W-what do you know about me?”

Nica scoffed.

“You talk too much. When I get bored of your blabbering I look through your memories to see how you got like this. After months of careful examination, I’m confident I have a full psychological profile that can explain why you are the way you are.”

Now Chucky seemed really nervous.

“I’m like this because I wanna be, there isn’t some touchy feely crap that-‘

“Wanna talk about your mom, Charlie?”

If Chucky could’ve killed her, he would’ve.

“Nobody calls me that.”

Nica smirked knowingly.

“Two important women in your life have.”

Trying to regain control, Chucky retorted:

“Yeah well, I hate to break it to ya, but you ain’t an important woman in my life.”

Nica choked out a bitter laugh.

“I disagree, but I’m going to move on. Shall we begin?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Great, let’s get started! Okay, this is just my best guess, alright- I’m spitballing here. But… little boy kills his mom in a panic and realises that he made a huge mistake. Big strong man that reminds him of his newly dead dad teaches him a valuable lesson and spares his life so the idolising of violence begins… you move to a Boy’s Home and the only person who truly understands you calls you by the nickname your mom called you in moments of extreme fondness and rewarded you with I’m guessing physical affection like hugs and head pats when you committed a destructive act. She treated you like the little boy you still were inside despite having to grow up quickly in the foster system. Oh yeah, and I’m pretty sure she groomed you.”

Chucky seemed outraged by this point.

“Okay, two things. One, how the hell did you know all that? And two, I wasn’t groomed, isn’t that only to do with-‘

“It counts for other things, the thing you’re referring to is just the most common one. In your case I believe she was grooming you to be a killer in order to live out her own twisted fantasies- maybe more, she creeped me out so I didn’t look at those memories too much. But you grew up, and she still treated you like a kid when you were convinced you were an adult. So, craving independence, you distanced yourself from her and began hunting at night clubs, right? That’s where you met Tiffany and began a super toxic, borderline abusive relationship that spanned several decades. But she wasn’t enough, was she?”

After a quiet moment of reflection, Chucky admitted:

“She was just… too much.”

Nica nodded sagely.

“Exactly, and you wanted to be loved, didn’t you? At that point in your life you didn’t want someone who could match or maybe even surpass your level of crazy, you wanted a family, with someone who was (in your eyes at least) innocent and untainted. And what could be more innocent than a pregnant woman who already has a fully potty trained kid ready to go? But she didn’t love you, and my sister didn’t warm to you the way you’d hoped-‘

“I tried everything to get that stubborn brat to like me. She refused to call me Daddy so I settled for Uncle, but that wasn’t enough, oh no. I brought home every toy I could find, I even untied her mother for a few hours a day once I’d locked the door because it made her sad. Hell, I let her keep going to daycare! Why didn’t she like me if you’re so wise in the ways of psychology, Nica?”

“Well, you killed our dad. That doesn’t usually make for a great start. Also, I’ve seen those memories and… you looked sorta creepy. Would a haircut have killed you? You looked like Tommy Wiseau in that really bad movie ‘The Room’. I kept expecting you to ask some one called Lisa ‘Why’ and respond to a man called Mark’s trauma with ‘What a story, Mark’. To a little kid, you probably looked like the boogeyman.”

Chucky’s only response was a quiet and disbelieving:

“My hair wasn’t that long-‘

Nica cut him off with a mocking:

“Maybe he was born with it? Maybe it was L’Oréal?’

She punctuated her last sentence with a dramatic head toss, letting her hair sway from side to side.

‘L’Oréal: Because you’re worth it.”

“We’re getting sidetracked here.”

“Yeah, maybe. Anyway, where was I? Psychopathic tendencies…’

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

‘Classic textbook narcissism…’

“I’m not a narcissist.”

‘It shows in the way you attempted to raise your kids-‘

“Don’t you fucking talk about them. And I’m not a narcissist.”

‘So you don’t believe you’re God- sorry, Damballa’s gift to this world?”

“Well… I am pretty great…”

“I literally want to slap you right now. Anyway, moving on. We’re just gonna skip past most of the doll years, the height perspective makes me dizzy. But I would like to discuss the twins, thanks for bringing them up, by the way. I thought you’d forgotten that they existed-‘

“Why would I forget my own kids’ existences?”

‘-Well you aren’t a great dad, you tried to kill your own six year old-‘

“He started it.”

“That’s very childish logic, but I digress. You traumatised that poor kid because you expected too much. You wanted them to be like you. You made Glen kill when they weren’t ready and Glenda made their first appearance because the kid was so stressed out that their twin probably felt the need to protect them! You were a horrible parent and you still are!-‘

“I’m an amazing parent actually.”

Nica raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? What were their first words as dolls?”

Chucky thought for a second, then he said:

“Not sure about Glenda, but for Glen it was probably ‘violence is bad’, they said that a lot.”

Nica shook her head.

“Nope. Not even close, and even I don’t know. How about first words as humans?”

“Tiff was raising them, so probably something like ‘Mama’?”

“And you wish it was ‘Dada’, don’t you?”

Chucky didn’t answer, so Nica tried again.

“It’s okay to admit you love your kids and regret not being there-‘

“I don’t regret anything.”

“Okay, strong words for the guy who willingly transferred his soul into a doll.”

“Every move I make is meticulously calculated.”

“Stop changing the subject Charles, we’re talking about your kids here, your flesh and blood. How you failed them.”

“I didn’t fail my children.”

“Glen told me that they don’t feel whole, neither of them do, they were born in one body and they were meant to be together, but you went along with your wife’s batshit surrogacy idea and literally fractured their souls. Don’t you feel guilty about that?”

“…Maybe.”

“Do you tell your children you love them?”

“Hey, I called Glenda beautiful-‘

“You did, but in the same conversation you called them ‘Shitface’ despite knowing about their trauma. And we both know that was just to get them on side so they’d free you. Now answer the question, do you love them?”

Chucky didn’t say anything, so Nica kept talking.

“Your kids- or Glenda is at least- are terrified of you. The poor kid has to constantly be at your beck and call otherwise you scream at them. You haven’t tried to get to know them, you haven’t talked about their interests- your twins like art, did you know that? The twins waited their whole lives to meet their dad and now they’re learning that he’s a tyrannical monster who doesn’t give a crap about them. I mean, what’s your plan in the long run? Have the twins stay by your side to rub your tiny doll feet or some shit as your army rises to the top? Kill them and stuff their souls into any old doll so you have more soldiers for your little army? You aren’t parenting them, Chucky, you’re torturing them.”

Chucky finally spoke, but he wasn’t as defensive as before. He was quiet now, as if he didn’t want to admit this.

“I don’t want them to be scared of me. They’re actually the only people I don’t wanna scare. But… I don’t actually know how to love someone. I failed every time I tried. I couldn’t make it work with anyone, platonically or romantically. Do you know how much it hurt when I had to fight my own kid? I was so proud of them when they used that axe… I think I’m starting to realise that violence is the only way I can properly express myself. Maybe in a way me fighting Glen was like if I was teaching them to ride a bike or something, I don’t know, I’m not a psychologist. I’m getting off topic, but what I meant to say is that I do love my kids deep down, but I don’t know how to show it.”

Nica was taken aback. She hadn’t expected this sort of breakthrough, not when Chucky always seemed so convinced that he did nothing wrong and had zero flaws. Maybe her comments had actually been getting to him? There was no way to know for sure; this could be some sort of act after all, but if it wasn’t, she wanted to try and repair Chucky’s relationship with his children. If only to cheer up the heartbroken twins (after speaking with them a few times, Nica actually really liked them, they were sweet and almost nothing like their dad). With this in mind, she suggested in a soft voice that was barely above a whisper:

“I don’t think you have to do anything… overt, exactly, just tell them the truth, that you love them and feel bad about how you treated them. Do you want me to give you control of the body for an hour so you can tell Glenda?”

Chucky was confused.

“You hate it when I take over, why would you do that?”

There was quiet, then a tired sigh.

“I’ve been in the twins’ shoes. I would do anything to hear my dad say he loves me, even once. And you’re still alive, so you have no excuse not to do it.”

With that, an agreement was made and Nica voluntarily fell asleep so that Chucky could control her body. It was quite late, so Kyle wouldn’t be up. But would Glenda be? Chucky had no idea. Even when he had control of Nica’s body it took him about fifteen minutes to work up the courage to wheel into the small bedroom that his youngest had claimed as their own. He chuckled when he noticed that Glenda slept sprawled out like a starfish - just like he had when he was first human. 

It occurred to him that he had no actual plan from this point onwards. He refused to launch into some sappy speech, he just wouldn’t do it. But he wanted to do this, and Glenda was asleep so there would be no shame or embarrassment on his part unless he woke the kid up (which he wouldn’t, he had experience sneaking around at night). Clearing his throat, Chucky began to whisper:

“Hey kid, you up? No?… Good, because this would be awkward for us both if you were awake. I don’t have much time till Nica wakes up again and bugs me, so here goes… I love you. This isn’t some sort of manipulation tactic or something stupid like that, I actually do. And I’m sorry for pretty much everything. You and Glen didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, so my bad.”

It didn’t feel like enough, despite the fact that Chucky’s heart was pounding in his chest with fear and panic with the knowledge that he’d been brave enough to do all that. Extremely unsure, Chucky extended a metal hand (it was so weird to have no sensation in either arm or hand, he’d experimented with his new limbs several times and was still confused) and cupped the side of Glenda’s face.

In their sleep, Glenda smiled and contentedly nuzzled into the cold metal hand. Chucky denied all of this when both Nica and Glenda asked him about it the next morning. 

[pinksirensong]

B.F.F.

Chapter Five

STEP TWO: KNOW YOUR ENEMY

Morpheus was sure Y/N told him the name of her friend was Owen Stiller, a very odd name so he did remember it…yet he couldn't find his book. Everyone had a book at his Library, even Y/N had one, but he never looked at it because once again he didn't want to make the same mistakes from before. Not only him, but also Lucienne was looking for that book and if his loyal librarian didn't find it then…it wasn't there. But why? Every living thing had one so he either wasn't that or he was lying about who he was. Both options were bad, they put Y/N in danger.

It's not like this fake Owen lied because he cared about her, not like he was doing anyway. He thought maybe it was another plot from Desire, his siblings did enjoy getting into his affairs, but he remembered that Y/N was friends with this man way before he even entered her dream for the first time. Desire could do many things, but predictions of the future weren't one of them. Who could this Owen be?

Orpheus was never happier for reading The Art of War than now. If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. He would apply the wisdom of Sun Tzu to his battle against his father. Y/N told him about their little fight over his plan, but the outcome wasn't what he expected. Morpheus apologized for his behavior, he opened himself to her and that's something Orpheus would never dream of. But he was not a fool, that was probably part of his plan to keep her, when she was too deep to free herself he would show the monster he truly was.

"You know, I'm kind of curious… why would Daniel not have a phone? You always have to call this Hob dude." he asked her, fishing for information.

"Oh, he's bad with technology. I once joked that he has an old soul."

"Look, I don't want to sound like the bad guy, really, but I worry about you." her attention was now fully on him. "You talk a lot about your relationship, but never about…him. How is this Daniel? Does he have a family? Friends? What about his job?"

"Where is this interest suddenly coming from?"

"You guys are getting serious, as your best friend…no, as your family, it's my job to take care of you. I should've asked sooner, but there's no time like the present, right?"

"I guess…" Y/N sighed and Orpheus almost regretted asking it, but he knew it was necessary. "He doesn't talk about his family, I never pushed for it because it's not like I wanna talk about my blood relatives…But I know that Hob is his friend, the oldest friend he has, and I never really met him, but we talk over the phone sometimes." she scratched the back of her head nervously, something Orpheus was used to her doing. "An…he works at weird hours, manager of something I guess? Anyway, I already know what you're gonna ask next, but please be my guest…"

"And what about past relationships?" now Morpheus had to lie a lot about it, for he never had a good relationship in his endless life.

"Obviously I'm not his first girlfriend." obviously indeed. "He had other relationships that didn't work out, Daniel admitted he screwed them up and that he wishes to not do the same with us. He's willing to try and be better, not only for us but for himself. People can be and do better, I believe in that." half truths were enough to win her over, Y/N was too good for this world.

"Well, I'm gonna watch out for you. Always!"

Lucienne was this close to shouting at her boss, it wasn't that she didn't respect Dream, but the mess he was making at her library was unacceptable. All for a book that clearly wasn't there. She knew how much in love he was with this mortal, even not knowing the woman she was happy that her king was happy, but still afraid of how it would end.

"My lord, perhaps if you calm down we can think of something."

"I can not calm down knowing someone dangerous might be around Y/N. She does not know about any of it, but surely my enemies already know about her."

"As you said already, sir, they were friends way before you even met her. Perhaps…" she paused, not knowing if she should dare say it.

"Perhaps what, Lucienne?" his voice was clear on his demand.

"This Owen could be just a mortal with…not good intentions." it did make sense, maybe he wanted something with Y/N and Morpheus was on his way and that's why he was set on breaking them up. Clearly that man didn't know who he was messing with, because Morpheus wouldn't let nothing and no one separate him from the one he loved. The one he knew was meant for him. He could no longer wait, Dream worried something might happen if he waited too long. Now it was time to act and face his enemy.

Orpheus was alone with his thoughts, he needed to think about his next move carefully. He planted the doubt inside her head about her lack of knowledge about his life. If his father's jealousy didn't show with his plan, he had to try by her side now. It was hard because Y/N trusted people a lot, she thought that since she was honest with everyone they would also be this way. Unfortunately the world wasn't full of people like Y/N, they were more like Morpheus who lied to get what they wanted. The good side of this was that once someone broke her trust it was almost impossible to get it back, that was the main reason for her not to tell her about himself.

He heard the doorbell ringing. Once. Twice. Three times.

Y/N never forgets her keys and he wasn't expecting anyone.

The doorbell was a mere warning, for the Dream of the Endless would not wait. Using his sand it was like a wave of darkness was surrounding him, a consequence of his negative feelings. Soon they were face to face and neither of them expected it. The shock was for different reasons. Their voices echoed at the same time:

"Orpheus?"

"Father?"

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a/n: aaaaaand that's it for now, friends

*Carus is dear or beloved in Latin (source: google)

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