and i think he should be apologizing for that behavior and correcting it

shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

pt. 01 pt. 02

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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JB Homophobia Analysis

Okay so there’s been a lot of bickering within the got7 fandom over what JB said during his celebrity bromance with Youngjae. Firstly, I’m disappointed in JB but I’m more dissapointed in people defending his actions. It wasn’t just one mistranslation, it was literally throughout the entire video. This is gonna be long but I took screenshots and I’m going to break it down for people who still can’t see why what he said was wrong.

But before that I just want to say this does not mean I think we should be sending him hate. In fact, we should be educating him on why what he said isn’t okay and a simple apology isn’t the end of the world. Idols aren’t perfect, they make mistakes and have flaws. JB’s homophobia is one of them. There’s nothing wrong with correcting ignorant behavior, but ignoring it just means it can happen again. Alright, I will now go in depth about the screenshots I took. 

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GREY AREA. (M) | 07

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.


“You can’t hide what’s in your heart.” - John Coffey, The Green Mile

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
  Word Count: 8,444
  Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, 
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Taehyung was avoiding you.

It was evident in his behavior since the beginning of last night.

You both usually watched reruns of Friend’s when you arrived home from your last class of the day. But when you had ventured into the living room, after slipping your shoes off and fitting them into their place between Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s, it was met with the sight of Taehyung literally pretending to be asleep.

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For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”

Title: Parking

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Timeline: Season 7, post Rush

A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…


The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”

Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”

Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.

“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”

Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”

Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.

“Do you miss it?” she asks.

“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.

“Being a teenager.”

He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”

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Boku No Hero Academia, Vol.7 Limited Edition Drama CD Translation : Sweep! Community Clean Up!

Disclaimer: Full translation of the drama CD which you can hear at this link, many thanks to op for sharing this lovely track. I got most of track 1 explanation from the manga so just a heads up. Loads of error probably, but I’m weak for my trash son baku so i just have to share it. Enjoy!

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Silent (Soulmate!Thomas Jefferson - Part Two)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

A/N: Tags haven’t been working, just a heads up. 

Well I got quite a few requests for it, so here is a part two to the Thomas Jefferson Soulmate AU I posted earlier this week. I apologize for it taking so long, but I had some other things I had to finish first. Thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged part one and everyone who requested a part two. This isn’t my best, I know. I’m sorry, but I hope it’s okay.

Again, starts with James Madison’s point of view and shifts to Thomas. I don’t think there’s any warnings necessary for this. It does deal with the topic of mutism, but that is not something that is being debated in any way. It’s just a piece of the characters’ background.

Part One    Masterlist

There are three facts about Thomas Jefferson of which James Madison is absolutely certain: 1) Thomas Jefferson had a soulmate. 2) Thomas Jefferson was the only person alive who could rival Alexander Hamilton’s ability to stick his foot in his mouth. 3) The look on Thomas’s face right now was not that of a man who didn’t want a soulmate.

Thomas was sat on a bench outside in the foyer when James found him. His elbows were on his knees, and his head was in his hands. He looked…lost, or as close to lost as a Jefferson could get. He wasn’t crying; there was no shaking in his shoulders for that to be the case. He was, however, mumbling to himself, something he only did when he was truly overwhelmed.

James couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his friend in a state like this. Nothing ever rattled Thomas. At most, things got under his skin, but in those situations he had a habit of attacking the problem head on. He didn’t dwell on anything; he faced it. Look at Alexander Hamilton. The poor young man hadn’t even made it ten minutes into a conversation with Thomas before the two had launched into a full blown battle.

This man on the bench was a side of Thomas James did not think existed, or at the very least would not be seen in public. He didn’t know whether to comfort him or try to talk sense into him. Whichever one he chose would surely be the wrong answer. Undoubtedly, the right answer was to let Thomas sit there wallowing in his self-pity for an age until the man finally decided what to do for himself. That wasn’t an idea James could handle, though. James had a sneaking suspicion that Thomas would brood the same way Thomas did all things, in excess. James didn’t like seeing his friend suffering, even if there were a number of people in the other room who felt he deserved it, even if James felt he deserved it sometimes.

James sat down in the open seat beside Thomas with a hefty sigh. That was another fact he could add to his list: Thomas never made things easy. “It could be worse.”

“How could it be worse?” Thomas spat, disapproving of James’s nonchalant tone.

“Well, I ran across a young girl back home who met her soulmate when she was quite young. His first words to her, at the age of five, were, ‘You have a booger hanging out your nose’.” Humor probably wouldn’t help the situation, but it couldn’t hurt either.

James didn’t need to see Thomas’s face to know he was rolling his eyes. “Oh yes, it is so much worse to have a crude, inadvertent observation of a child plastered as your soulmate words than it is to have the incredibly cruel and offensive words of a grown man implying he’s disgusted with you.”

“You aren’t though,” James pointed out, “disgusted with her. It was a moment of anger.” James paused for a moment as a thought occurred to him. “Y-You…” He hesitated to ask, “You aren’t disgusted with her, correct?”

“Of course not!” Thomas growled out.

The silence hung in the air for a long beat, and neither of the men really understood why nor did they make an effort to. Not even the sound of dinner being served in the banquet hall interrupted the moment that had settled over the pair of friends. There was so much to talk about and yet so little to say.

“I have a soulmate,” Thomas broke the silence with a quiet murmur, so quiet James wasn’t sure he was meant to hear it.

“So I’ve heard,” James slumped back against the wall. “Who’d have ever thought?” His tone was teasing, but there was an air of finality to it. In all honesty, no one had ever thought Thomas would have a soulmate, and not just because he didn’t have words on his arms.

Thomas snorted dismissively and finally pulled his face from his hands, glancing back over his shoulder at James. “James, I have gone my entire life knowing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I would live and die alone.”

James leaned forward, elbows on his knees, sinking down to Thomas’s hunched frame. Now wasn’t the time for teasing. Now wasn’t the time for coddling. Now was the time to be honest with his friend, for his own good. “I can’t pretend I understand your pain, because I don’t. Not just because I’ve always known I would find my soulmate, but because I don’t understand how you could be upset with this. You’ve just found your other half. You’ve found a part of you that you never knew existed. You should be jumping for joy, shouting from the rooftops, not sulking angrily in a corner. You don’t have to live alone anymore, Thomas, but you still might.”

Thomas said nothing for a long moment, and James shook his head in disappointment. No one could get through to Thomas if he wasn’t open to listen. He heaved himself to his feet and prepared to head back to the banquet.

“I-I’m not angry.” Thomas quietly refuted, giving James pause. “I’m just… confused.”

James sighed and turned back to the bench, looking down at Thomas, who was looking back at him with burning eyes. “You’re confused?” James didn’t intend to sound so disbelieving. “Thomas, imagine how she must feel. You heard Mrs. Washington as well as I did. She’s spent her entire life thinking you hate her, thinking her soulmate hates her. Even her one true love, the one person in the universe she’s destined to be with, is disgusted by her.” James paused for a moment, hoping that would sink in.

Thomas didn’t respond, but his eyes went down to his arm, the space where the words should be. His thumb rubbed over the blank skin, stretching it over the muscle beneath. It was as blank but somehow felt far less empty.

“James,” Thomas shook his head and looked up, “I…” His voice trailed off when he realized James was gone, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

With a huff, Thomas’s head fell back. This situation went against everything Thomas had come to know. Thomas had always spoken out against soulmates. He wrote about, argued against the very concept of them. He’d debated the topic with Alexander Hamilton earlier that night even. As far as he’d been concerned soulmates weren’t a gift from the universe, they were a rope, more specifically a noose. At least, that’s what he’d always thought. Then again, he’d never known he had one to begin with. He didn’t know what to think anymore.

His entire life he’d thought he was alone. Yesterday, he’d thought he was alone. A few hours ago, he’d thought he was alone. Standing on the Washington’s front lawn, he’d thought he was alone. And now? He felt more alone than ever.

(Y/n) had ran from him the moment she knew who he was. Not the moment she knew he was Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of State. She ran when she knew he was her soulmate.

Martha Washington’s voice was yelling at Thomas in the back of his mind, ‘Ashamed of who she is, knowing you’re ashamed of it too!’ Of course she’d run from him. She thought he was ashamed of her. ‘Decades of hating herself.’ His words had made her ashamed of herself.

Only Thomas wasn’t ashamed. Ashamed of his own behavior maybe, but not her… never her. He’d only known of her existence for an hour. He only really knew her name, but he already felt drawn to her. ‘You must be her soulmate,’He could  practically hear George telling him.

Yes, she was his soulmate.

Thomas pushed himself to his feet with a sense of determination. Likely, (Y/n) had already left. He would have to find where you were staying to give his apologies. The Washington’s would know where she was staying. He knew Martha would sooner chew his head off than give him that information. George might be talked into it though. It was certainly worth a try.

“Decided to go after her, I see?”

Thomas nearly jumped. James was standing across from him, coming down the stairs at the other end of the foyer, a thin box tucked tightly under his arm. Thomas had been so wrapped up in his head that he hadn’t realized James had gone upstairs. He thought he’d gone back to the banquet. “Well, as you have so eloquently pointed out, I don’t have to live alone, but there’s a good chance my harsh tongue will ensure I do anyway.” Thomas snapped in a harsher tone than he intended.

“I’m glad you’ve seen the error of your ways,” James was practically smirking as he crossed over to Thomas. “Here, I borrowed this from George’s study.” He extended the box to Thomas.

Thomas accepted with a curious look, “What’s this for?”

“Well, she’s mute, Thomas.” James stated plainly. Thomas’s answering expression showed he wasn’t catching on, so James explained. “Writing materials, Thomas, honestly I thought you were the smart one. She’s mute. She uses sign language, and last time I checked you don’t.” James tapped the top of the box. “If you want her to talk to you, you’ll need her to write it down.”

“She’s still here?” Thomas hated how hopeful he sounded. If everything worked out well, James was never going to let him hear the end of it.

James nodded, smirk still firmly in place with no sign of faltering. “Saw her out the window of George’s study. She’s sitting on the steps on the back porch.”

James turned, leaving his friend to do with as he may, but Thomas caught James by the arm for a moment. “Thank you, James. Thank you.”

“Anytime, my friend.” He smiled. “Now, go. Don’t leave the poor girl waiting.”

Thomas nodded his affirmation and walked briskly down the hall without another word. There wasn’t time for words now. Thomas had a more pressing matter at hand. He’d, no doubt, discuss the situation with James again later.  

When Thomas stepped out back, (Y/n) was sat on the steps just outside, exactly where James said she would be. She was sitting on the middle of the five steps, her feet up laying across the length of the step.  Her hair was partially concealing her face as she stared out across the field. Clearly, she hadn’t expected anyone to come looking for her.

Thomas approached quietly, but not quietly enough as the boards creaked under his shoes.

(Y/n) turned and caught him halfway to the stairs. Her eyes were shining, but there were no signs she’d been crying, which relieved Thomas slightly. She caught her lip between her teeth for a second, clearly pondering, before she turned her gaze back to the field.

Thomas took it as a good sign that she hadn’t run, or spat at his feet, or tried to slap him, or any number of other offenses he probably deserved. She looked like she’d been thinking about it for a second before she thought better of it. He’d take it though. It was a step in the right direction, a step he hadn’t earned yet.

With a small degree of hesitation, bordering on nerves, Thomas lowered himself to sit opposite (Y/n) on the top step. It was a rather uncomfortable position. He didn’t completely fit on the step, and his knees were at an odd angle. However, it seemed to catch (Y/n)’s attention which was a start. Setting the writing material on the step between them, Thomas leaned his head back against the edge of the stairs to look at the stars.

If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend he was back at Monticello, almost. There was a smell of grass in the air, but it was too faint. The breeze felt nice against his skin, but it was too cold. The stars were bright, but they were in the wrong position. Everything was just a little off, and yet for some strange reason it still felt right. He knew the reason; it was just hard to admit.

“I always wondered what it would be like to have a soulmate,” Thomas confessed softly, trying not to break the quiet, “to know that one day you will find the one, to know there is someone out there who is destined for you and only you. I always envied them, knowing there was someone out there to love them.” His voice sounded almost tired.

In truth, Thomas was tired. He was so tired. Tired of arguing his every breath, tired of monitoring his every word, tired of fixing other’s messes. He wanted a break from working, from thinking, from listening. He needed a break. He needed something, someone, to lighten the load.

“I never told anyone that, of course, not even James.” Thomas continued, “How could I? I could never admit such a thing aloud; I could barely admit it to myself: that I wanted something they had and I knew I never could.”

Thomas sighed. There was no good way to explain himself. Words were failing him, abandoning him. What was there to say? Nothing would take back the things he’d said. Nothing would remove those words off her arm. Nothing would ever show how truly sorry he was for every pain he had put her through.

A small pressure settled on Thomas’s bent knee, and he nearly lurched. (Y/n) was looking him over thoughtfully, a hand settled on his leg. He couldn’t be sure if she was trying to comfort him or wanted his attention. Either was a good sign. She didn’t look like she wanted to run anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Thomas met her gaze head on. The sooner he said this the better. “In a fit of anger, I took it out on you. I had no idea it would mark you for life. You have to know I never would have if I’d known. Those words, they were just words. I meant nothing by them.”

(Y/n) raised a hand halfway in the air and then hesitated. She looked around in frustration and back towards the house. Lowering both her hands, she huffed out and looked down at her lap.

“Oh!” Thomas realized as (Y/n) stared down at her hands, upset. Picking up the box, he held it out to her. “Writing papers,” he explained.

(Y/n) nodded somberly and took the box gently from his hands. Thomas looked away as she set things out. There was something so vulnerable about her expression in that moment, and he felt wrong looking on.

Thomas imagined he would feel vulnerable as well. The frustration when she raised her hand showed that, wanting to communicate but being so dependent on others for your words. He was such a vocal man; he couldn’t imagine dealing with something like that. Thomas had to admit; he admired her for it.

Thomas felt a tap against the side of his leg and turned his eyes back to (Y/n). She’d turned the paper around between the two of them Blank ink in an elegant hand scrolled across the top of the page. ‘I appreciate your apology, but they were more than just words to me.’

“I’m sure,” Thomas conceded, looking up from the paper. “You have every right to think of them as such. They… I have caused you a great amount of pain. You have every right to every ill will you harbor towards me. I have earned them all. I just want you to know I said them with no malice directed toward you. My argument with Alexander Hamilton had me on edge, and in a heated moment I said something I did not mean.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips and turned the page around, writing hastily beneath her earlier words. ‘Yes, I’ve met Secretary Hamilton. He’s quite an infuriating character.’

Thomas barked out a laugh. “That is quite true. He simply cannot fathom the idea a person might disagree with him.”

(Y/n) bit back a smirk and continued filling the page. It was a tediously slow conversation as (Y/n) wrote, but Thomas was patient enough to wait for her replies. He didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with meaningless words, and it seemed to be relaxing (Y/n).

When she turned the page around again, she’d written near a paragraph. ‘I won’t falsely accept your apology, Secretary Jefferson. That would be rude to both of us. However, I do acknowledge that there were extenuating circumstances on your part. Please understand that I have been living with this offense on my arm my entire life, and it will not miraculously disappear after tonight. Knowing the situation does help, but it will not change that fact. I will do what I can to set aside that pain and move past it for both of our benefits, and I’m sure one day I will forgive you for it. Hopefully, that day is sooner than later. Although, I can make no promises of when that will be.

Thomas nodded along as he was reading. “I can ask for no more than that. You’re truly being far kinder than my situation probably deserves.”

(Y/n) smiled rather hesitantly at him and wrote in the small amount of space along the bottom of the page. ‘General Washington spoke at length about you before your arrival, and I’ve assumed this situation must be hard for you as well.’

“I would ask what he spoke about,” Thomas hesitated, “but if you know this is hard for me than I can assume what he told you.”

(Y/n)’s smile dropped, and she nodded reluctantly, pulling out a second page to scratch out, ‘I was sorry to hear about your wife, Secretary Jefferson. I have also lost a spouse. Not one I cared for, but it was still a painful experience. I would not wish it on anyone.

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, “You as well?” That was rather surprising. Most people with soulmates would wait decades, a lifetime, to marry the one. Thomas’s wife had only agreed to marry him because she had been widowed by her soulmate. They had loved each other, but she had never been in love with him the way he was with her. The memories of her soulmate had always haunted her, and when she passed it had only further confirmed his loneliness when he had to bury her beside another man.

Yes,’ (Y/n)’s hand was a little shaky over the admission. ‘I suppose I should also ask for some of your forgiveness. You did not know I existed. I knew of you, and still I married another. Forgive me; I did not know there would be any situation surrounding what you said to me. I assumed that you would you be quite a cruel man. My husband, John Aylett, turned out to be the cruel one.’

“Is he…” Thomas hesitated, not just because he was unsure of asking but because he was unsure if he wanted to know, “Is he the reason you are…”

No,’ (Y/n) immediately wrote out and showed him before turning the paper back to explain, ‘that was purely biological. Although, John certainly had no problem pointing out my deficiency. He was part of the reason I disliked the idea of meeting you. I assumed you shared his view.’

Thomas refuted adamantly, “I assure you I don’t. You have no reason to be shamed in such a way. Whatever else you think of me, believe that. I’m happy to accept who you are and help however I can.”

Like bringing me paper,’ (Y/n)’s expression was teasing, and it relieved Thomas.

“I cannot take credit for that. James borrowed it from President Washington’s study when I came to look for you. I was in quite a rush. The thought hadn’t even occurred to me.” Thomas admitted.

Well give him my thanks. This conversation would have been rather one-sided otherwise.’ (Y/n) paused and huffed out a breath, ‘Like most of my conversations these days.’

“Not to worry,” Thomas actually smiled at this. “I almost always have paper on hand. You just caught me at a bad time…” His smile quickly morphed into his usual cocky smirk as a thought occurred to him. “And besides, I’m sure I will know sign language by the time we see each other again… I’m a very quick study,” Thomas winked.

The couple smiled widely at each other, and all tension broke.

When James came out to check on them an hour later, Thomas was practically rolling in laughter, clutching one of the papers to his chest, as (Y/n)’s face stretched in a triumphant smile. The pair, and most of the stairs, were covered in used writing paper. The box lay beside them with only a sheet or two left of what had been a full stack of paper.

James tried to bite back his wide grin. “Thomas, I believe you owe President Washington a new box of paper.”

Thomas simply chuckled and grinned back at (Y/n), “Yes, yes, of course. As much as he wants.”

Doomworld - Len’s Progression

I’ve literally rewatched all of Doomworld to make sense of Len’s characterization and honestly, I don’t think it’s as far off as I originally thought it was, or that it’s irreconcilable with the Len we know. After I calmed down, I could make sense of so much of his behavior by reading between the lines.

So I’m sharing that with you, a sort of quick look into his scenes in the episode. 

Long post, no gifs, but here we go.

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Assist Me

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem! reader

Word count: 1082

Warnings: none

A/N: This will have multiple parts. Hope you like it!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Originally posted by luvinchris

Bucky had an interest in you ever since the moment you walked in the tower. With you having the job of being an assistant, Bucky took advantage of the circumstance. He would frequently need ‘assistance’ for miniscule things, such as helping him with his room. Bucky was rather amiable. It was a delight to be around him, but despite his good looks and sweet personality, you valued your job. The last thing you wanted to occur was falling in love a superhero. It was unprofessional and the end result would probably leave you disappointed.

As months passed in work, you had seen much impressive physical activity from the Avengers. You wanted to do something yourself. It made you insecure to see active and skillful people around you. Their talents inspired you to do acquire some of their abilities. Originally, your intention of working in the tower was to solely have a job and meet unique people. Yet after being around them, you have seen impressive dexterities that made you dream of becoming a part of their team. They considered you family, the only thing that you were missing was all the training and skill that made them the Avengers.

Eventually you asked Steve and Tony, the two who seemed to make most of the decisions and lead everyone, if you could take part in missions. They both declined your request instantly. Feeling that it was too dangerous, they preferred that you remained an assistant.

Sam knew your dreams and how much this meant to you. He told you that he would help train you. It was a secret though.

So every night, Sam would train with you. You were thankful for it. Sometimes Bucky would be working out as well and you did not like it. It was already embarrassing enough to work out in front of Sam because the training was arduous and that was the basics. Having Bucky there, who was an extremely fit man, did not help you feel secure at all. Sam was fit as well, but you were so close with him, you did not fear of being judged. Plus your attraction to Bucky made you intimidated by him.

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Frost (Chapter Seven)

Thor finds out that Loki and Tony kissed. Then everyone finds out that Tony always gets what he wants.


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“Are you aware of what occurred at the banquet last night?”

“Surely you, Our King, wishes to address such a thing?”

“The Prince simply cannot be allowed to carry on like this with your Chosen Love, it is not acceptable.”

Thor rubbed a big hand over his face and sighed. His three oldest advisors, men who had counseled even the All-Father Odin, stood in front of him in his study, each angrier than the last about the banquet.

“There is no harm in Loki and my Anthony dancing.” He finally said with a shrug. “I would think you would be thrilled to see the Prince joining in with our festivities instead of lurking on the side lines.”

“Forgive me–” one of the advisors eyed the others nervously. “But Sir Anthony was seen chasing the Prince out to the gardens and then they were seen… embracing.”

“Embracing.” Thor cocked an eyebrow, then raised his voice so the servant at the door could hear. “Fetch me Sir Anthony now.”

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I took examples from my own experiences to do this, so sorry if the scenarios look iffy, or even a teensy bit angsty to some :P

I am so sorry that 707′s is huge! I got carried away with it :P ~Admin Bloo



  • Most of the times, it doesn’t even pop up as often.
  • Pizza nights, game nights and go out for movies. It’s like the perfect college love life.
  • But one day, Yoosung was meeting up with a bunch of friends, and he wanted to bring you along.
  • You had already met them through webcam, so why were you suddenly so anxious to see them in real life?
  • The day before the meeting, you suddenly pull out.
  • This poor boy is so confused.
  • Why won’t you meet them? You’ve talked to them before? Are they not nice? Did they say something to you?
  • It was very difficult to calm him down, but you finally tell him that you were insecure about how fat you were.
  • He’s super quick to correct you that he doesn’t even let you finish.
  • “You’re so soft, both inside and out. It’s just who you are, and there is nothing to be ashamed of about that.”
  • This prompts the both of you to share your insecurities with each other.
  • By the end of the day, you both feel like you know each other better.
  • “No matter what you look like, it’s you as a person I love.”


  • The insecurities got worse when you started dating him
  • Every time you’re in public, you can practically feel everyone judging you from every angle.
  • You start going out on dates less frequently, and this irritates Zen to no end
  • Especially since you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about what’s been on your mind.
  • One day, you tell him you want to go to the gym with him
  • He’s ecstatic (since this is the first time you wanted to go somewhere in weeks) but confused as well.
  • Then he sees how hard you’re trying to work out, but tire so much quicker than him that you start sulking.
  • When he stops what he’s doing, and asks you what’s wrong, it all comes pouring out.
  • About how he’s so perfect, and you’re not, and you don’t deserve to be with him
  • *cue dramatic gasp*
  • “Sometimes I wonder what did I do to deserve such a kind and pure person like YOU, and here you are worried about what you look like?”
  • “I fell for you because of how you supported me through tough times, not because you looked a certain way.”


  • She’s already super busy, yet she still looks so pretty and slim.
  • It gave you an inferiority complex on so many levels.
  • Overtime, she notices that you want to go out less; preferring to stay at home and relax.
  • Which she doesn’t argue over; it is nice to have room to breathe once in a while.
  • Your clothes are always loose and free flowing; She admires your style a lot.
  • Overtime, you have lessened your food portions to the point where now it is half of your usual.
  • Get ready lads, shit is about to hit the fan now.
  • Suddenly your behavior, your clothes, and your patterns.  Everything makes sense.
  • She forcefully serves you how much you should be eating, despite your protests.
  • “There is absolutely no reason to adopt unhealthy practices simply because you have all these misconceptions about yourself.”
  • Before you can defend your “misconceptions”, she heaves a big sigh and apologizes for snapping at you.
  • “Your beauty shines through every little action you do; your body has very little to do with it. So please, don’t worry and be happy.”


  • This man thinks the entire world revolves around you; and sets his standards according to you.
  • This leads you to try to match the standards of everything a corporate heir’s significant other should be like.
  • One day, he had decided to take you shopping, just to shower some love on you.
  • One day, while you two were out window shopping, he had found a shimmering black dress that he absolutely wants you to try on.
  • When you tell him that it is a few sizes too small, he immediately calls in the manager of the store to ask for a size more suitable for.
  • The manager looks at you very piercingly and then states that the store does not cater to plus sizes.
  • It tore you apart to hear the words that had been toiling around your mind the entire day. His world doesn’t provide for plus sizes
  • Jumin very easily sensed your mood rolling downhill and threatened the poor manager to rid him of his job by the end of the day.
  • Before Jumin could ruin anymore livelihoods, you drag him out of the store.
  • He doesn’t understand why you let that manager and other people talk to you like that.
  • He is rambling and ranting as you two continue walking around the area.
  • “You are still leading a better life than all those women who starve themselves to death just for the sake of something as shallow as appearances.”
  • It’s almost funny how much offense he is taking on your behalf.
  • You pull him to kiss him on the cheek, and he stopped immediately.
  • He takes this as a nice way to shut him up and takes you to your favorite café


  • Boi has military training to back him up on his unhealthy obsession with junk food
  • You scold him every. Single. Time. And all he does is take another packet and eat it in front of you as you’re yelling at him.
  • Even you don’t understand why you yell at him so much, it’s an uncontrollable reflex at this point.
  • One day you were enjoying a family sized packet of Doritos by yourself in the kitchen.
  • Seven strolls in, whistling as he grabs a packet of HBC.
  • Then he notices your packet of Doritos
  • Both of you narrow your eyes at each other playfully.
  • You thought it was going to be another match of Doritos vs. Honey Buddha Chips
  • You bring out your usual point that HBC has a lot more fats in it than Doritos.
  • But then he points out that you’re the one who is fatter than him, so you were just projecting your problems against HBC
  • You look down in silence, suddenly extra aware of the fact that you are wearing shorts.
  • He’s slapped his mouth shut and is raining apologies upon you, but you just get up and leave; leaving behind the packet you were munching on as well.
  • Over the next few weeks, he’s doing everything he can to apologize
  • Grabbing onto your leg, bowing and begging, bringing your favorite food.
  • But you just wouldn’t budge.
  • What finally wins you over is the presentation he made of Doritos being better than HBC while wearing a sumo fatsuit that puts regular sumos to shame.
  • “You’re still my wonderful and bootyful MC; maybe the Doritos have some kind of power to give you such beauty and grace.”


  • He had invited you as his date/honored guest to his latest photo exhibition
  • You were so happy about the level of success this particular collection had achieved, you had bought a dress just for the occasion.
  • He had headed out to the gallery before you to check on some things, so he gave you a peck before saying goodbye
  • It’s a good luck kiss, don’t I deserve one?
  • You hurriedly go and change into the beautiful dress- looking forward to V’s reaction when he sees you
  • But when you put it on, suddenly it doesn’t look as good as it did before?
  • Was it always this short and tight?
  • Were your arms always so… bulbous?
  • You sat there in front of the mirror and tears started pouring out of frustration
  • You were planning out how were you going to cancel on him, until suddenly he burst into your shared bedroom and grabs his camera from the bedside table.
  • He then looks at you and jumps at the sight. You get even shyer aww
  • “You are so stunning in that dress! But why are you crying…?”
  • You hug him and mumble something about not deserving to be standing next to someone so acclaimed as him.
  • “Do you know why you are my muse for most of my photos? It’s because no matter how many different ways I click the camera, I’m never able to capture your perfect essence.”


  • It was never an issue that stayed at the forefront of your thoughts. Back of your mind, sure.
  • Saeran was never particular about how you looked, and you knew that.
  • One day, you had finally coaxed him into going out on a date.
  • But then surprise surprise, all your nice clothes are waiting in the laundry pile
  • Both of you are just too lazy to do chores and now it’s just biting you in the butt
  • Now all you have is the lacy camisole you had bought last week, which could go with some capris.
  • You weren’t sure why you bought it; it just looked pretty at the time.
  • You refuse to wear it, and try to find something else to wear but it’s just. not. right.
  • Saeran literally doesn’t give two shits about your problem.
  • “Why don’t you just wear what you’re already wearing?” No I just wanted to wear something special
  • He holds up the camisole “What’s wrong with this then?”
  • You stammer out that it doesn’t compliment your figure and it shows off your flabby torso.
  • You could practically see the irritation on his face and just give up and wear it to prove that its not good enough.
  • But when you show it to him, he suddenly can’t look at you in the eye.
  • See, I told you this looked bad.
  • He then looks up in alarm and grabs your shoulders.
  • You’re probably just saying that so that we can get going.
  • No matter how much he is refusing, you try to change out of it, but he doesn’t let you.
  • Instead he’s practically forcing you out the door.
  • “For Christ’s sake, MC. The one time I agree to go out so that I can show everyone that you’re mine and you want to just sit there because your tee shirt is too small”
  • You want to correct him that it’s a camisole, but you let him go as you both make you way to the mall.
Betrothed Part 3

Summary: You have been betrothed to a disgusting pig to settle your father’s gambling debts. The night before your wedding, you are rescued by an unlikely party.

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here.

A/N: Here’s Part 3! Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted much of anything, but especially this story. I just realized it’s been over a month! Life’s gotten crazy. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: alcoholism, gambling, arranged marriage, bullying, maybe even verbal abuse, anxiety


Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

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Apartment 5108 // 1

Apartment 5108 – ft. Oh Sehun
// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language – in later chapters


Holding my cell phone high up in the air, I move left to right, hoping my GPS decides to wake up and tell me which direction to walk. The cold, blasting wind howling into my ears isn’t helping me find this one of a kind, hidden gem, city apartment. Soi, best friend of 10+ years, sent me the address but forgot to mention it was impossible to find. Though, I can’t really blame her. It wasn’t her fault my roommate of 18 months decided to have an elopement and have her new husband move in, allotting me literally no time to apartment search. Though, I can’t really blame the roommate either. I never put in much effort to establish a relationship with her. Kicking me out wasn’t a surprise. From what I can remember, we had nothing in common–again, not that I let her find out if we had any similarities. We barely even spent time together in the same room. She tried in the beginning to befriend me and find out what kind of woman I was but I wasn’t hard to figure out. 

I liked to be left alone and that was it. Simple, right? Well, she didn’t think so. I must have been unbearable to live with considering her personality was the complete opposite of mine. She wanted things I couldn’t be to her–a friend, a listener, a person who actually cared. I almost felt bad for not being a bright, colorful roommate who liked to do things that girls liked to do. With every lunch plan and movie invite I cancelled, my roommate eventually stopped asking and stopped trying. I closed her off as I do with many of my acquaintances (with the exception of Soi). It was easier for me. The less relationships, the better the safety. The roommate moved on, got a boyfriend who turned into husband and here I am–lost in the city streets not knowing which way to turn.

I ignore my sub-conscious voice correlating my directional lost to my wandering lifestyle.

After circling a block three times, the female drone voice on the GPS tells me to make a left and walk half a mile to finally reach the apartment. The voice in my head also mentioned I could have asked anyone for directions but I was never one for socialization even if it was for a mere second.

Soi, as a friend, is more than enough for the relationships I need in a lifetime. She wanted to let me stay with her but she’s currently crashing at her brother, Seunghyun’s home while her apartment is being renovated. He told Soi one of his friend’s place just opened up.

Apartment 5108.

Top floor. View of the skyline. My own personal room and bath. Hard to pass up? Too good to be true? It is. There’s always a catch to perfection and this time, it’s the other tenant. He squints at me. His hair, sitting atop his 6-foot lean frame, is just as unruly as mine. He reeks of alcohol and has an expression screaming massive hangover.

Not that I need to ask but to make sure, “Are you Oh Sehun?”

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 5)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly au, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

I let out a small whine as I peeled my eyes open, a raging headache appearing. I lifted up my hand to rub my temples, trying to ease the pain but nothing was working. Letting out a frustrated huff, I was about to get out of bed until an arm pulled me back in. What the fuck?! As soon as I flipped around and was about to attack the person who grabbed me, my eyes landed on Taehyung who was sleeping peacefully beside me, light snores escaping past his lips. What. The. Fuck. What is Taehyung doing here?! In my room?! Oh god, did we…? I lifted up the blankets and relief washed through me as I saw that we were fully clothed. Unnie would be so pissed…She’d be pissed at this! I gripped his arm and pulled it off of my waist before rolling off my bed, stretching out my lips as my feet touched the floor. A wave of nausea hit me and my eyes widened, slapping my hand over my mouth before running towards the bathroom, sinking to my knees and leaning over the toilet bowl, vomiting last nights drink up. As I continued to disgustingly vomit up last nights beverages, a large hand came in contact with my back and another hand held up my hair, keeping it out of my face. 

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The Joker x Reader- “ The New Girlfriend”

Every time The Joker has an existential crisis, he gets a new girlfriend for a few days. His way of proving he doesn’t need you…until he does. Loving for two is never easy, but after years of tolerating so much of J’s entitled behavior, The Queen of Gotham is finally reaching her limits.

You and The Joker had a huge fight three days ago so it happened again: he told you you’re history and found this young woman to pose as his girlfriend. Probably someone working at one of the clubs because J sure found her fast. You don’t even pay attention to them, knowing this is nothing more than one of his obnoxious moods.

“Where’s the thing, woman?” he barks at the poor girl and she gets very flustered.

“What thing Mister J?”

The thing, woman! Are you stupid on top of being deaf?!”

You type super-fast on your laptop, moving money around between accounts The Joker has abroad.

“Catch!” you toss the cell phone to your… well…ex … I guess, and he grabs it midair, annoyed.

“At least somebody knows what I want!” J snarls and you sigh, ignoring his crap.

“I’m so sorry, Mister J,” the young woman apologizes, careful not to piss him off more. Yeah, good luck….

“Shut the hell up!” he raises his voice and goes back to mark different locations on Gotham’s map unfolded all over the desk. After 5 minutes, J growls:

“I need it ! Now!”

“Umm…what would that be, Mister J?” she barely finds the courage to speak up.

It, woman !!! Are you trying to get on my nerves on purpose?!” J begins his rant and strange enough you feel sorry for the new soul he’s tormenting.

“Catch!” you stop typing for a few seconds, enough to snatch a black marker to toss his way.

He gives the girl such a cold stare she whimpers, scared to death. J grinds his teeth, vexed, returning to his project.

“I want my stuff !” just another demand after scribbling and highlighting all over the chart. If The Joker keeps this up, his “new girlfriend” will soon faint; it sure looks like that to you.

“What…what stuff Mister J?” she cautiously tries to find out, gulping.

My stuff !!! For God’s sake, you’re useless!!”

“Catch!” you have mercy on her and help once more, throwing the gun in his direction. He catches the weapon and places it in his holster, complaining:

“How come Y/N knows what I need and you don’t?!”

A few years of experience, you think to yourself, typing in a frenzy. That’s why he doesn’t have to actually name what he wants in order for you to guess the correct answer.

But oh boy, the girl has the wrong reply:

“Because Y/N is your girlfriend, sir.”

The Joker takes a deep breath, oxygenating a brain that has only one idea right now: to kill her where she stands.

“Y/N is not my girlfriend; you are!!! Or is it not clear enough for your puny IQ level?!”

Wow, he’s shredding her to pieces. You glance their way, shaking your head.

No way she could handle the King of Gotham even if he came with instructions manual.

Don’t show him weakness you dumb girl, he will take advantage, you hum to yourself again; yet how is she supposed to be aware of such subtleties?

“I’m so sorry,” the repentful, shaky voice whispers.

“Zip it and give me my favorite!” J cracks his shoulders and she’s mortified.

“What…what exactly would that be, Mister J?”

Shit, he’s gonna snap.

“Listen to me and listen well !” his menacing blue eyes glow dark and thank heavens you are there to save the day. “I don’t tolerate…”

“Catch!” you interrupt, tossing a can of grape juice to him and he gets it, mumbling crazy things that make the girl shiver like a leaf.

He takes a few sips out of his favorite drink and the next words coming out of his mouth halt your typing:

“Come sit in my lap,” he signals the girl and you sniffle, irritated. “Now give me a kiss!” the order follows and you close your laptop, placing it by you and watch the scene, captivated.

“Umm…would you…would you like a kiss on the lips or on the cheek, Mister J?” the young woman inquires, terrified since you are present also.

You’re not sure if you should laugh or get mad. For some reason though, it rubs you the wrong way.

“J ?” you straighten your back, getting his attention since he’s ignoring you on purpose.

“Yeah?” The Joker stares at the ceiling for a few seconds.
“You know how you get really angry when someone disrespects me?” you snatch your car keys from the couch, prepared to bail.

“Mmm,” which counts as a yes from his part.

“Then why don’t you get very angry at yourself since you are disrespecting me in such a manner right now, hm?!” and you storm out of the main room at the hideout near the mall, leaving J momentarily speechless, stupefied at your tirade.


You don’t even know when you got at your apartment, enraged at his behavior and fed up with all the nonsense you’ve been dealing with for years.

The doorbell resonates in the silence and you know exactly who it is.

“Hey, Frost!” you frown, opening the door so he can come in.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“He sent you to kill me?”

“Yep,” Jonny adjust his tie, nervous and not wanting to be here.

“Again?!” the ironic remark makes him huff:

“Ughhh, yes. I’m just waiting for Mister J to cancel the order like he always does.”

“Why don’t you kill me?” you flare your arms around, taking your frustration on him.

“I wouldn’t dare,” he tries to calm you down since he hates being in the middle of the fights all the time. “Boss always changes his mind.”

“He didn’t yet!” you poke Frost’s chest, more and more upset. “So do it!” you shout.”Make his wish come true! Why would you disobey him? Do it !”
Frost’s cell alerts of a new message. He takes it out of the pocket and shows you the text he got from the green haired devil: “ABORT MISSION, DON’T KILL HER YOU IDIOT !!! SHE BETTER NOT BE DEAD OR YOU’RE DEAD TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You bite your lips, tears of exasperation threatening to roll down your face.

“I’m so sick of him…” you utter, heading towards the kitchen.

Frost is accustomed with the drama: he’s surprised you stick by J with the ongoing problems he mostly creates due to the overbearing necessity of creating chaos in his life.

“I’m making pizza; you want some?” you address him, realizing he is not at fault.

“Might as well,” the offer is fastly accepted.

“I’m watching a movie also.”

“Cool, pizza and a movie,” Jonny takes of his jacket, making himself at home like he always does when he visits.


Frost left a couple of hours ago and you went to bed, reading and trying to relax.

Your cellphone vibrates. Great, text from J:

“Where are my Batsy socks?”

Seriously?! He has such a nerve.

You text back: “Ask your girlfriend.”

Another text:

“How dare you?! I know I have 20 pairs! Where are they?”

He’s so inconsiderate and rude.

“At my apartment,” you reply and almost drop the cell, that’s how worked up you are.

No more messages after this one. Awesome.

Half an hour passes by and your serenity is disturbed by a shy knock at the entrance.

You drag your feet on the fluffy rugs, taking your sweeeeet time. You finally open the door and The Joker’s “new girlfriend” stands there.

“Hi…I’m so sorry to disturb you, but he sent me for socks,” she timidly blinks, completely lost and afraid of what you might do.

“Come in,” you roll your eyes, aiming to dispose of her presence as soon as possible.

She closes the door behind her and… starts bawling her eyes out.

“Why are you crying?” you crinkle your nose, puzzled.

“Can you please take him back?” the girl wipes her nose, not being able to stop crying.

“Take who back? J ?”

“Yes, can you please take him back? I’m so scared of him!” and she leans forward, terrified of your reaction towards her confession. But she is so desperate she doesn’t know what to do.

“I don’t want him back, I’m happy I got rid of him !” you chuckle, enjoying her misery.

Welcome to The Joker’s world.

“What am I going to do?” the sobbing intensifies and you smack your lips, cutting her some slack.

“How old are you?” you offer her tissue to clean herself up.

“Almost 22,” she blows her nose, continuing to bawl.

“Ha! He could be your dad !” you snort, amused. “Do you work for us?”

“Y-yes, at Savage club. “

Your suspicion is confirmed.

“And he reduced you to this state in only 3 days?” the interrogation continues.

“I don’t know what Mister J wants or likes, he hates me and… and I don’t want to be his girlfriend. He just told me I’m his new woman and I had no say in it.”

“You have quite the balls to tell me all this,” you walk back to your bedroom, opening the closet and searching for his Batsy socks. The young woman follows you like a lost puppy.

“He… he made me sleep on the floor,” more heartbreak comes your way. “Mister J told me the bed is only for his Queen. And before he sent me here…” and her voice cracks, “…he told me to get naked. I took my top off and he got very mad, threw his cane at me and told me to disappear.”

Your lift your eyebrows up, shoving socks is a bag and glancing her way. You can see part of her bra strap-it’s black. J likes purple lingerie, other color ONLY when he asks for it. Of course she doesn’t know. How could she?

“I’ll take this back to him,” you decide on a whim and the girl finally stops crying, full of hope.
“You will?”

“Yes, so get lost. You shouldn’t be around for what’s coming next, it won’t be pleasant.”


You make sure the keys are in contact before exiting the car. The Joker is at his cabin on the northern side of Sherwood Forest.

“What an honor,” he mutters when you appear in the living room. He’s crabby, watching the fireplace. Even if it’s summer, he likes to see the wood burn.

“I brought you the Batsy socks,” you place the bag containing the requested items by the table.

“So sweet of you,” The Joker sucks on his silver teeth and gets up, coming towards you. You step towards him too, closing the gap between the two bodies.

“Did you work out this morning?” the seductive tone and batting eyelashes make him groan.

“I did.”

“I can tell,” you gently walk your fingers on his exposed arms since he’s wearing a t-shirt and some grey pants. “You look so sexy,” you wink and reach to peck his lips. He suddenly turns you around, roughly feeling your curves up and down.

“Can’t stay away from me, hm?” and he cups your breasts, biting your neck while you moan, caressing his thighs.

“No…” the answer pleases him and he pushes you against the wall, lifting your dress and searching for the underwear.

J pants louder once he rips your panties.
“God, I really love your long legs,” he mutters in your ear, “especially when they are tight around my waist.”

You moan like crazy, adding some extra to it and turn around to face him again, pushing him towards the couch and kissing him like you didn’t see him in forever. That makes him ever more excited; you can tell by sensing his body’s response to yours.

He lets himself go on the pillows covering the couch, groping your butt when you land on top of him. Your fingers travel down his crotch, unzipping his pants The Joker takes his t-shirt off, purring.

“Mmm, yuuummm,” you lick your lips and slide down his chest, covering him in kisses, lingering around his pelvis and nipping at the soft skin. “I didn’t have you in a few days, I missed you,” you smile and he tugs on your hair, getting harder.

J closes his eyes, growling, more and more sensitive to your touch.

“You want me Daddy?” you pull down on his boxers painfully slow.

“…Yeah…” the low tone barely makes his out of his mouth: he always gets like this when he’s horny as hell.
“Awww, that’s too bad,” you lift your head up from his lap, changing tune. “Since I’m not your girlfriend anymore, there is nothing I can do for you. Ask that young thing to have sex with you and take care of your needs!!!” you shout and get off him so fast he has trouble processing what’s happening.

“What did you just say?!” J gets on his elbow, trying to recollect himself.

“Do you know how hard it is to love for two? I’m tired of it !” and you fix your messy hair, upset. ”I don’t want you back, do you hear me? I’m breaking up with you!!!” and you rush outside, with him following.

“Get back here right now Y/N!” but you are already in your car, twisting the keys in the contact and driving away.

“Fuck!!!!” J yells, running back inside for the keys to his car.

You take deep breaths, the air conditioning blasting in your face. You squeeze the steering wheel so hard it hurts. There are about 30 miles to the main road so you have to hurry up before he catches up with you; he is already following, honking for you to stop. You accelerate and so does he.

The Joker bumps into your car and you gasp, looking behind.

“What are you doing?!” you scream but he can’t hear you, regaining control of the SUV.

Another crush, this time stronger makes you almost lose direction.

“Are you insane?!!” you yell, distancing a bit from his rampage. He is beyond enraged and switches gears, gaining more speed and smashes in your car, making yours go sideways and hit a tree. The impact is so strong you bump your head on the steering wheel, making you dizzy.

You see him opening the door and he drags you out, slamming you against the car. He starts screaming and his voice goes in and out, can’t even make out what he’s saying. Your vision is cloudy and you try to move but you get pinned against the vehicle again, his fingers digging in your flesh. You notice blood dripping in front of your eyes, probably a cut on the forehead from the impact.

The Joker keeps on shouting and talking and you can’t concentrate on his words.Everything is spinning and you have no choice but to rest your head on his chest, losing consciousness.


You gradually bring your hand to your forehead and notice it’s patched.

“Auuuch…” you grumble and open your eyes, realizing you are being held from behind. You recognize the fireplace so you know you are back to the cabin, apparently recovering on the same couch you spoiled his fun earlier. “Uhh, my head…” you whimper in pain, trying to scoot away.

“No!” J firmly yanks your waist towards him, forcing you to shift so you can face him. He’s sulking, still pissed. “What gives you the right to talk to me like that?!” the lecture begins.

Your eyes get watery, disappointment taking over.

“I don’t know, ask your girlfriend…” you have the nerve to answer.

I am asking her!”

You don’t say anything which prompts him to be more of an ass.

“Nobody can love for two, stop talking high and mighty!! You just love for one and that’s it ! I am surprised I didn’t kill you yet, definitely something I have to work on! It will be my favorite project!”

“I’m right here, why don’t you finish your project then?” you wipe a few tears and he brings his blue eyes really close to yours.

“I finish when I want to finish, not when I’m told by others!”


When he woke up in the morning, you were gone. He has a meeting at 1pm and you texted you’ll be there. As soon as he enters his office at the hideout, the woman organizing maps on his desk jumps when his voice echoes:

“Who the hell are you?!”
You turn around and his mouth opens in amazement: your hair is cut in a very short pixie style, dark blue, not long and black anymore. Your make-up is different also: smoky eyes and red lips, you are completely changed.

“Wha…what did you do to yourself?!” he sniffles the air around, intrigued.

“Nothing. I am your new girlfriend, that’s all.”


“I’m the new girlfriend,” you repeat, returning to your stuff.

The Joker is still debating on the transformation, but sits down at his desk, watching you like a hawk.

“Come sit on my lap,” he sighs and you fumble around with more papers. “I said come sit on my goddamn lap!!”

You obey and stare straight ahead, not at him. He does the same; the atmosphere is tense: two feisty cats ready to get into a brawl.

“Now give me a kiss!” he spits out and you imitate the young girl’s voice the best way you can:

“Would you like a kiss on the lips or on the cheek, Mister J?”

“Pfftt,” he puffs,” take your pick!”

You kiss his lips and him trying to care makes you cringe:

“How’s your forehead?”

“Fine,” you pout, unbuttoning one more button from his shirt.

“Darren should arrive at any moment, go fetch me some grape juice, would you Pumpkin?”

Him trying to be nice makes you wince.

“Be right back,” you step away and he glares after you, enticed, purring to himself.

“Mister J!” Darren interrupts, knocking at the opened door. “I’m here.”

You drop the grape juice can in the other room and since there are no brick walls, just glass, the mobster’s curiosity takes the best out of him and searches for the source of the noise.

You are bent over, lifting the can and the guy of course didn’t recognize you so he has to say it:

“Oh Lord, who’s that? I would love to stick my…”

Darren doesn’t finish his sentence before he is knocked out cold by a very infuriated Joker that keeps on kicking the collapsed body:

“That’s my new girlfriend, you piece of shit! And nobody sticks anything in her besides me!!”

You giggle, pretending you didn’t hear.

At least J seems to like his new girlfriend. Hopefully he won’t mess up like he did with the old one.

Yeah, good luck with that…


Eggsy Unwin Imagine - "Not Your Moneypenny" Pt. II

Title: Not Your Moneypenny Pt. II (Part 1)

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Summary: After Eggsy’s ‘incident’, (Y/N), Roxy, and Eggsy go on their first mission together. The results are as expected when you put people like them in a fancy gala filled with rich teenagers. (P.s. don’t even try to tell me that Roxy is not the slightest bit bi.) 

A/N: The long awaited part 2! Also, tell me if you want part 3 :D


Eggsy gritted his teeth as he tied and untied his bow tie. Normal ties were easy, he dealt with them everyday. Harry only had to show him twice and he immediately got it. Bow ties, however, were delicate and short, they require dainty precision, and Eggsy had way too much pride to Google how to do it with his large calloused fingers.

“Rox!” Eggsy called out with a defeated sigh as he untied his bow tie for the seventh time. “Could you come in? I’m having a wee bit of a problem!”

He could hear heels on the wooden floor from the other end of the door. “Uhh, no, it’s (Y/N),”

Shit.” Eggsy’s muttered under his breath, his eyes widening when he heard your voice.

“Did you need help with something?” you called out from the other end of the door.

Eggsy squinted at his own reflection in the mirror, contemplating it for a second, then shook his head, deciding that the awkward moment wouldn’t be worth it.

“Umm, no, thank you. Could you tell Roxy to come in once she’s done?”

He could hear you chuckle, causing him to furrow his brows. “I won’t bite if you actually need help, Galahad.”

Eggsy scrunched his nose at the code name. He never really liked the formality of the codenames. He always thought that Harry would have that name forever.

“Yeah, okay.” he sighed, unlocking the door.

He turned back to the mirror, hoping to maybe quickly figure it out so that he didn’t have to face you, but it was already too late seeing as you were already behind him.

“Need help with your bow tie?” you put down your clutch on the small table in the corner of the changing room, ready to help him.

“Uhh—“ Eggsy’s eyes widened once he took in your appearance through the mirror. You wore a pretty icy blue dress that seemed to twinkle when you moved. It reminded him of Queen Elsa from Frozen, Daisy’s favorite movie. He made a reminder in his head to make sure that Roxy watches that movie later.

He stole a glance at you again and admired your hair that was put up into a curly updo to frame your soft features, and your gentle colored make up that added youth to your face. Now that you were in normal clothes—well, relatively normal compared to the Kingsman suits—he could imagine you walking down the street like every other normal person.

“You look really young.” he blurted. Eggsy cursed at himself for his nonexistent filter at moments like these.

“Thanks?” your eyebrows raised, your lips pursing in an amused smile. “Did you need help with your bow tie?” you repeated.

“Yes, please.” he gave you a defeated look as he handed you the bow tie. Eggsy held in his breath as you walked towards him, standing only a few inches away from him as your finger accidentally touched his neck when you lifted up his collar.

“Cold?” you smirked once you saw goosebumps form on the sliver of skin that your finger touched.

“You said you wouldn’t bite.” Eggsy whined like a child.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, your skillful fingers working fast on his bow tie. “Couldn’t help myself.”

Eggsy noticed that when you were focusing, you had your bottom lip in-between your teeth. However, once you realized that you had lipstick on, you quickly pushed your lip out again. This happened a few times before you finally finished.

“There,” you reached out to straighten his collar and his blazer. “That should do it.” you looked up at him to give him a small smile.

“Wait,” you turned to walk out the door, but Eggsy grabbed your arm gently. You gave him a questioning look. “I never got to apologize for my,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to find the correct words. “Ungentlemanly behavior.” he gave you a guilty smile.

“Oh, Darling. I said I wouldn’t bite, but it’s going to take a lot more than that if you want to be forgiven for being an arsehole.” you returned his guilty smile mockingly before exiting the changing room, walking away from an open-mouthed Eggsy.


“Do we all understand the strategy?” you asked, looking over Merlin’s clipboard. Technically, it was more yours than his seeing as you were always the one organizing it and making sure that everything is on it.

“Yes.” Eggsy and Roxy said at the same time. Roxy’s smile was big and her yes were wider than usual. Everything about you; from the way you made organized diagrams for the strategy, to the way you said ‘we’ like you were a real team, she admired.

“Remember, knights. I will be your eye on the outside. The only way I can see in is through your glasses, Galahad. If I see any suspicious guests, I’ll be the first to tell you. But once you’re in, you’re in. I won’t have control.” Merlin said through the partition of the limousine.

Eggsy nodded, leaning his arm against Roxy’s. Roxy gave him a bright, readying smile through her red lipstick that matched her red dress. Eggsy didn’t quite understand her dress; short in the front, long in the back. He shrugged, what did he know about women’s fashion anyway? Nothing.

“We’re here,” Merlin announced, pulling up to the front of the museum that was decorated to perfection tonight. Eggsy and Roxy’s eyes widened once they saw that they had reporters, a red carpet, and everything else in between. “Lancelot, Galahad, Morgana,” Merlin turned in his driver’s seat. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Merlin.” the three of you said at the same time just as a valet opened the limo door for you.

“Smile for the camera.” you whispered before you stepped out, your dress descending behind you like a sheet of twinkling ice. Eggsy’s eyes widened as he followed you out of the car, the flashing lights immediately blinding him, Roxy following suit.

Everything happened at once; the shouting camera men, the flash, the music, the walking, the smiling.

“Ashton! Ella!” Eggsy could hear your voice, but he was too overwhelmed to figure out where you were.

“She means us, Dumbass.” he heard Roxy whisper in his ear before slipping her hand into his, instantly calming him down.

“Coming, Tricia!” Roxy grinned at you effortlessly, pulling Eggsy along by his hand hand.

“You’re doing great, Lancelot.” the three of you could hear Merlin through your earpieces. “Galahad, try not to look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

“Don’t be shy, Ashton!” you laughed easily, still maintaining your smile as you posed for the camera while grabbing Eggsy’s other hand.

“You do this a lot?” Eggsy leaned down to whisper in your ear, now finally smiling.

“More than you, mate.” you winked, hinting about how he disrespected you the first time you met.

Eggsy made a wheezing sound, and Roxy had to suppress her giggles. “I-“

“Keep walking, guys.” you cut him off, slowly walking towards the entrance of the museum.

“Good job, Morgana. You’re all in now.” the three of you could hear Merlin as you walked into the museum. Everyone looked in place with their expensive outfits and the classy decor of the museum. Thankfully, Eggsy didn’t feel like the three of you were too far out. He could actually pull off this rich snob look, he thought. “Everything else is going to go through you now. I expect updates from all three of you.”

The three of you whispered a reply, indicating that you all understood.

“Ah! The Morgans, yes?” a familiar pretty young girl walked up, her long black gown swaying with each movement.

“Rose Gallagher! I’m Ella Morgan,” Roxy replied with just as much enthusiasm, immediately walking up to give Rose a greeting kiss on each cheek. You and Eggsy shared a shrug, not used to talking to immensely classy people. “Thank you for inviting us. This gala is divine.”

“‘Divine’?” Eggsy mouthed at you. You pursed your lips to suppress a laugh.

“No problem, Darling,” Rose gave Roxy a subtle wink. She was flirty from what Eggsy could tell; wavy, shoulder-length brunette hair, petite body, big eyes, dimples. Soft and delicate. “Any young person who appreciates art as much as my family does deserves to be a part of this fine night.”

“The Morgans are known to have eyes for sculptures,” Roxy winked back. “These are my siblings; Tricia and Ashton Morgan.” Roxy stepped aside.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you grinned, going in for the cheek kisses like Roxy did. Roxy raised her chin in pride once she realized that you had just used her as an example.

“M’lady,” Eggsy cheekily raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of Rose’s hand. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little bit of fun. Roxy rolled her eyes.

“My, what a gentleman you are.” Rose blushed.

“Trust me, he’s only a gentleman around the pretty ones.” Roxy joked, hinting at Eggsy while giving you a knowing look. Eggsy took a step back, his cheeks darkening at Roxy’s comment.

“You’re funny,” Rose eyed her, the smirk on her lips causing her dimples to appear. “Well, I should greet the rest,” she gestured to the entrance. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

“You too, Miss Gallagher,” Roxy smiled politely.  

“Please, call me Rose.” she winked at Roxy before walking away with the flirty sway of her hips. 

“I think she likes you.” you pursed your lips in amusement at Roxy, once Rose was out of earshot.

“Pfft, n-no,” Roxy sputtered.

“Yes, Rose Gallagher is known to fool around with quite a lot of men and women,” Merlin’s amused voice interrupted through your earpieces.

“Oh my god,” Roxy blushed, hiding her face behind her hands. “Can we please just get on with the mission?”

“Right,” Merlin cleared his throat. “I suspect that the sculpture Norman tried to steal would be somewhere obvious, where everyone could see.”

“Yes, I see it.” you gestured at the large sculpture near the back of the hall, glimmering in the golden light from the grand chandelier hanging above it.

“Looks like Quincy Norman is going to have his work cut out for him tonight,” Eggsy mused.

“I don’t think Norman is that much of an idiot,” you could hear Merlin roll his eyes. “If he was going to steal it, he wouldn’t do it himself. Lancelot, Galahad, your job is to blend in and find any suspects through the inside. Morgana, you will have to find the security system to keep an eye on the party. Good luck.”

“Alright,” you straightened your dress once Merlin stopped talking, giving your colleagues a light smirk. “Who’s ready to party?”

We need to talk.

Okay guys we need to talk. I enjoy Camp Camp. I think it’s a pretty fun show with interesting characters and a decent plot, but it has some major issues the fans really need to stop ignoring. This is in no way a definitive list, nor is it in any particular order, but here are some of the things that bothered me most and ought to be addressed:

 - Doplh’s whole character. Even if I wasn’t Jewish, this would still be a complaint. He’s a young child so clearly based off of Hitler, and the questionable things he does are just ignored or pushed aside (ie. his “dog” painting in ep.1, the entire Reigny Day episode, especially the armbands, etc…). Were an actual child behaving this way, pushing aside and/or ignoring their behavior will allow it to fester and grow into an even more harmful thing. 

 - The entire Order of the Sparrow. Listen, as a child, I was part of one of those “Indian Princess” camping troupes. From the time I was 5-7, I actively participated in this appropriation, stereotyping, and mockery of Cherokee culture. Around 8 I began to understand what I did wrong, and still am repentant today. Yes, in the episode Max points out how horribly racist the whole thing is, but David - a character we see as “good” - continues simply due to childhood nostalgia. Gwen doesn’t stop him. QM doesn’t stop him. Despite the children eventually wearing genuine Indian costumes at the end and Max’s exclamation, there is no true condemnation for David’s actions, nor is he sorry.

 - The Jew jokes. This one should be obvious. In episode 2, Max asks the Quartermaster what happened to his hand, and he mutters under his breath but clearly says “the Jews”. Later, at the end of the episode, Max asks David “So what’s the deal with the Quartermaster and Jews?”, which treats the whole scenario as a joke. In Cult Camp, Neil, a Jewish-coded character, tells Dolph that he’s uncomfortable that specifically Dolph is sending specifically Neil into what is, essentially, a gas chamber. While this is a valid concern, it’s not treated as one in the show. It’s treated as a joke. Jewish people have been the brunt of many jokes for years, and allowing this to continue is perpetuation and permitting antisemitism and should not be ignored. 

 - Gay jokes are something only gay people should make about themselves as a form of humor and levity. Speaking from the point of a gay person, I can say that Camp Camp has done a poor job of steering clear of gay jokes. In Scout’s Dishonor, Nikki makes a gay joke at the end, and Neil scolds her, but no real apology is made. But this is nothing compared to the episode Jermy Fartz. When Jermy dresses himself as a bundle of “pine” twigs, Max very clearly attempts to yell out “f*ggot”. That work has been used for years as a derogatory term for gay people, and should never be used in a joke, declaration, or insult. Again, at the end of the episode, Nikki says she finally gets what Max was trying to say, but is cut off before she says the word. Just because the show never actually says the f-slur, it doesn’t make it okay. Again, a minority is treated as a joke and a history of oppression is made fun of and swept under the rug.

 - Bonquisha. Starting in episode 7, Bonquisha was introduced as a joke. Max swept right on David’s tinder account, doing so as a prank, implying that either she was undesirable, or that it would be funny to have a tough, black woman go out with David. When she shows up, she’s shown as a shallow stereotype of a strong “ghetto” black woman. This image of her is enforced in Bonjour Bonquisha as she lives in a trailer park, with her tough shirts, and her vehicle. To be fair, I would wear those shirts, but that isn’t the point. Bonquisha is a shallow character stemming from a harmful stereotype. Hell, even her name is a joke! “Bonquisha” is a name used to describe when a white boy acts a racist stereotype of a black woman. Her character is treated as a joke because she is what many see as a “typical ghetto black woman”. 

 - Nurf and his abuse of Preston. Eggs Benefits was an interesting episode that displayed many parenting methods and a lot about the kids themselves, however one crucial thing is ignored. Nurf and Preston are paired together, and over time, Nurf becomes more and more controlling, going from emotional manipulation to physical abuse of Preston. Other characters see this, but nothing is done about it. It is never acknowledged and the show doesn’t bring it up again. Abuse of any kind should not be made light of. There is no excuse.

 - Cameron Campbell’s involvement in Thailand. This one I’ll keep short, because I am not in a position nor knowledgeable enough to speak in depth about it. Campbell finds himself the Prime Minister of Thailand, implying that he, a white man, was able to take control of a second-world country through illegal, immoral means, and abandons them. His quip about the Thai people not needing running water because the camp was “doing just fine” was tasteless and offensive. 

 Some other things that I want to mention:

 - Cameron Campbell’s gold bricks containing Nazi imagery 

- The depiction of Mexico literally only consisting of a drug cartel

 - The use of Nerf having a boyfriend being a throwaway joke like “haha tough kid doesn’t fall into your stereotypes how funny" 

- Also: It’s not in the show, but jesus fuck people shipping Max//vid or any counsellor/camper ship is fucking pedophilia and can not be ignored, endorsed, or tolerated. I know not all y'all do it, and many condemn it, but still.

 Basically, I think the fans of Camp Camp need to acknowledge these issues and understand why they shouldn’t be ignored or endorsed. I don’t know anything about the show’s creators, but I intend to do research and probably send some strongly worded messages.

Look, I like the show, I do. I was like Nikki as a kid, I think David makes a decent role model for the kids, and honestly would adopt Nerris in a heartbeat, but just because you enjoy something doesn’t mean you can’t, or shouldn’t, be critical of it. If anything, enjoying something gives an obligation to acknowledge and condemn toxic elements to make the media safer, better, and welcoming of everyone.

 (I am speaking as a white, gay jew who has been a victim of abuse. As I am not a black woman, Thai, or Mexican, please feel free to correct my statements on those matters.)

Illustrious Part III

Prologue / Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V

Summary: Anyone with an ounce of sense could tell that you were a very charming Princess. Even Jihoon, who had sworn he had only loved one woman in his life, couldn’t deny it. And the thought made Woojin furious. Royal!AU

Idol: Park Jihoon and Park Woojin of Wanna One

Word Count: 1735

Warnings: None

Your name: submit What is this?

Tomorrow turned into the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that. Eventually, tomorrow still hadn’t come, and a month had passed by already, with Woojin having left two weeks ago to return to his own kingdom. Your family, as well, had returned to their own kingdom, with the exception of your mother, who was constantly busy getting ready for the wedding. Guanlin, however, came back every weekend, refusing to break his tradition of giving you a pink carnation every Saturday.

Jihoon felt guilty, leaving so many misunderstandings (well, at least that’s what he thought it was) between him and Woojin. But, every time he tried to talk to Woojin about what happened the day you first arrived, the scene of Woojin entering the dining room with your hand on his arm flashed through his mind, and he felt nothing but annoyance.

He knew he was being petty. Honestly, that was the only logical way to describe his attitude. But every time he began to scold himself for his behavior, you would walk by him with a gentle smile on your face, and he would forget everything, even his name.

“I apologize for such short notice, but I’ll be stealing my sister away for the day,” Guanlin says, standing at the doorway to Jihoon’s study.

Jihoon looks up from the stack of papers he was currently drowning in and rubs his eyes.

“No need to apologize. Y/N should probably be doing something fun today, anyways. I know both our mothers have been bombarding her with wedding preparations ever since the second day of your arrival,” he sighs, turning to look at the papers once more.

“Would you care to join us, Jihoon?” Jihoon rips his eyes from his papers once again, shock clearly on his face.

“I wouldn’t dare of intruding on your free time with your beloved little sister. Isn’t time spent between siblings supposed to be some sort of sacred thing?” Guanlin rolls his eyes at Jihoon’s formality.

“Well, we’re going to be family soon, anyways. Just think of it as me getting to know my future brother in law.”

“You already know everything about me.”

“Then time between two bros, and if you even try to correct my vocabulary, I’ll go over there and karate chop your neck.” Jihoon clears his throat and straightens his posture.


“Is the one that suggested you tag along. Will you really let down your future bride by saying no?”

Jihoon sighs, setting down the pen in his hand, and stands from the table, walking towards Guanlin.

“Lead the way,” he says, nodding his head towards the hallway. Guanlin grins and begins to walk towards the entrance of the castle. He begins to talk about the knight Wooseok again, bragging about how he had taught Guanlin a new sword trick, and, for a moment, Jihoon considers jokingly asking Guanlin if he’s dating someone else behind his wife’s back.

Oddly, a sense of guilt tugs at the back of his mind. Something about the implication of cheating had unsettled him. Memories of the night he and Woojin argued playback in his mind, and the accusation that Jihoon would continue to chase after Mina after he was married.

He would never. Would he?

As soon as Guanlin had entered your vision, you had run over to him, nearly tackling him in a hug. He laughed and ruffled your hair, happy to see you after so long.

“My little angel, it’s been so long,” he exclaims, hugging you tightly.

“It’s been a week,” you laugh, looking up at him. He shrugs, like he’s unsure what you’re talking about, and continues to tell you the names of everyone that sent their regards.

You finally notice a minute or two afterwards that Jihoon is standing off to the side, looking fondly at the two of you.

“Will you be joining us today, Jihoon?” you ask earnestly, eyes bright at the thought. He nods his head with a gentle smile, assuring you that his work could wait for an hour or two.

“Jihoon, huh? Not Prince Jihoon?” Guanlin questions, looking between the two of you.

“You said it yourself that we should be comfortable around each other,” you remind, dragging the two boys towards the gardens, effectively cutting off whatever retort Guanlin could come up with.

As Jihoon was an only child, he found great enjoyment out of your playful banter with Guanlin. There was an sort of comfort in watching Guanlin insult your height, and you bringing up all the embarrassing things he had done to entertain you during lessons. He’s so immersed in watching the two of you that he almost doesn’t notice Mina in the gardens as well.

Almost. And you certainly notice as well.

She’s hard to miss, since she’s so beautiful, and you would completely agree to that statement. But it doesn’t stop the feeling of your heart slightly sinking when she and Jihoon make eye contact. You shrug it off, continuing to walk with Guanlin, and even distracting him from the fact that Jihoon is no longer by your side with talks of Sir Wooseok.

He does not approach her, though. Only holds his gaze on her, silently asking her a dozen questions he couldn’t voice out loud. When she bows her head, he knows he won’t get his answers. Not today, at least. So, he wanders in the direction he had last seen you and Guanlin walk off to, not sure if he actually wants to catch up or not.

He’s not given a choice as a hand is placed on his shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts and almost causing him to fall on the ground. A small chuckle is heard from behind him, and he whips around to find none other than Woojin standing there, his hand now lowering to his side.

“I apologize if I’ve frightened you,” he says, a small smile playing on his lips. Jihoon smiles and shakes his head.

“It’s no matter. If anything, I should be the one apologizing to you.” At the look of confusion on Woojin’s face, Jihoon laughs and continues. “The condition we were on when you left was less than favorable. I realize now that it is way my fault. I apologize for creating this misunderstanding.”

Woojin hesitates for a minute, obviously struggling to form his thoughts.

“Y/N is someone very special to me-”

“I wish you’d stop dancing around the complete truth,” Jihoon forces himself to smile, a plethora of emotions flooding his eyes. He tries to suppress them, but he’s so confused by what he feels, failing to make sense of his emotions, that he can’t stop them.

“What do you honestly want me to say? That I love her as a woman, is that what you want to hear?” he whispers in exasperation, eyes showing just how weak he felt.

“Yes. You speak highly of honesty from others, I just want to make sure you’re being honest with yourself,” Jihoon admits, slightly strained, as he was still struggling to identify what he felt in that moment.

“Fine: I love Y/N the way you love Mina. Are you happy?” Oddly enough, he wasn’t. But, he tried not to show it.

“Content,” he replies.

“Neither of us gain anything by my confession, are we? I don’t understand why you won’t just leave it, since there’s nothing that will change-”

“You’re certainly right about that.” The two turn to the new voice, surprised to see Guanlin standing there, a slightly amused expression on his face. It scared them that he was being so calm. “My sister is unaware of any the things you two have mentioned, I assume?”

“I wish that were the truth,” Woojin bites, glaring at Jihoon. “She is aware of one thing, definitely.”

“That being?”

“She’s aware that Jihoon loves Mina,” he confirms, scoffing at the look of surprise that comes over Jihoon’s face. The audacity of some people.

“I wasn’t aware-”

“You nearly undressed Mina with your eyes right in front of Y/N, she’s not oblivious.” This time, Guanlin is fairly shocked as he witnesses the two princes bickering. Out of all of their friends, Jihoon and Woojin had been the closest. He never would have imagined the two even knew how to disagree.

They begin to argue even more, quickly escalating as Woojin grabs the color of Jihoon’s shirt and nearly yells bloody murder. Guanlin finally decides to intervene, pulling Woojin away from Jihoon and standing in front of him, calmly telling him to breathe. Woojin glares over Guanlin’s shoulder, not even caring that he had just roughed up his best friend, as well as the prince of an alliancing kingdom.

“Guanlin? What’s going on?” At the sound of your voice, all three heads snap to look in your direction. You shy a little by all the attention being pushed on you, but straighten your posture as to not show it.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Were you scared?” Guanlin cooes, walking over to block your view of Woojin and Jihoon. You try to look past him, but he’s too tall, and his shoulders too broad for you to catch a glimpse of anything.

“You were gone for a long time, so I went to come find you, but I heard screaming and I thought you were in trouble,” you say, focusing your eyes on him. You hear soft footsteps approaching you, and this time, Guanlin turns his body enough for you to see that Woojin is the one coming closer. “Woojin! You didn’t tell me you had come back!”

Pushing past Guanlin, you run into Woojin’s arms, smiling up at him. The distraught look he earlier had on his face quickly melts away as you embrace him, and he smiles back down at you gently.

“It was a surprise. My brother told me to take some time off, so I came to visit.”

“I bet you missed me like crazy,” you joke, ignoring the looks Guanlin and Jihoon are giving you. Woojin’s gaze suddenly turns very serious, and you’re slightly taken aback by his change in demeanor.

“I really have.” You’re unaware that you’re the only reason Jihoon doesn’t tackle Woojin right then and there.

That’s when Jihoon realizes. The feelings he had when Woojin had spoken about his love for you earlier? It was pure jealousy.



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Oooooo. Goingtoburn - can we see Obi-wan's talk with Plo?

Perhaps it was a long time coming.

Perhaps Obi-Wan should have stepped forward sooner but he had managed to convince himself that no one would care or listen.

Ye there Plo Koon was, sitting quietly on Obi-Wan and Anakin’s squishy couch as the redhead made tea for himself, the council member watching Obi-Wan through the optics of his mask.

“…He didn’t believe me. We were separated at the time and I was left alone with the dignitary.” Obi-Wan finally offered quietly, feeling it easier to talk if he wasn’t looking at the other and his hands were busy.

“How old?” Plo questioned gently.

“…Fourteen. I thought he was so nice.” Obi-Wan’s lips twisted bitterly. “He had been so attentive to me, kind, polite and I was…” He stared at the tea pot.

“Awed that someone paid more attention to you instead of your master?”

Obi-Wan gave a mute nod and picked up the kettle when it whistled, pouring tea into the pot with the tea leaves. “He was Force sensitive you know, able to shield himself and his intentions.” His laugh was coming out more bitter then he would have liked and Obi-Wan shook himself though Plo showed no signs of disapproval.

Mutely he moved to the couch with the pot and a cup, settling it down on the table before slowly sitting down.

“…I don’t think he wanted to believe because it would have made our situation so much more precarious. We were in a delicate situation that could have ended with our death.” He clasped his hands in his lap.

“…You think that he actually knew don’t you?” Plo murmured.

“…I think he suspected, but without evidence, he could do nothing. When we came home… he sent me to the mind healers and he never left me alone with any dignitaries again if he could help it.” Obi-Wan stared at his knees. “…I still would have preferred it if he told me he believed me.”

Plo reached out and rested a hand on the others shoulder, feeling the tense muscles beneath. “Its years too late, but I believe you. As does the council. And if you give us enough information in what to look for if you can, then perhaps for the future it can be prevented.”

Looking at the master the young knight quietly shifted before reaching out and pouring himself a full cup of tea. “…Look for the ones who wants to isolate or be alone with their victims. And its never usually just a stranger, the victim usually knows the person, briefly perhaps in my case but enough for them to have had my trust.”

Plo, for all his three hundred years, felt a sourness in his mouth as he watched the young man. How had the Order gotten so lucky as to get this capable and compassionate knight when he had been exposed to so much?

There were plenty of evidence that showed how victims shattered after such things.

“This may not be a good tip but abusers like that…often treat their intended target as if they are adults, but Jedi padawans are a bit… yes.”

No Plo could see how that could be a bit difficult some places.

Some places were very set in if they could die fighting, they were adults in the eyes of the people.

“And then there is grooming.” Obi-Wan’s shoulders tensed a bit. “Preying on a child’s needs to make them feel special, if they are missing attention or emotional support.” He set his cup down but Plo still caught the shake of it.

“…This is what you suspect Palpatine is doing?” He questioned gently.

“…Grooming is terrible because of how confused it can leave the victim. Bribery, flattery, gaining trust… keeping secrets that eventually leads to…” He looked away and Plo shifted his hand from Obi-Wan’s shoulder until it was around the boy, pulling him closer to his side.

Obi-Wan followed willingly, pliant as he took a deep breath. “…Trust is the most important thing here. I’ll speak to Anakin but if you’re going to set up something for other masters… well they need to know that they need to speak to their padawans, not be emotionally unavailable and… well trust basically.” He sighed.

“…I understand.” Plo murmured. “I will share what you have spoken about and I will make sure the council understand and makes this mandatory for all masters to have lessons.” He squeezed the other gently to his side.


“I haven’t found much Master Jedi’s but this is the information I do have.” Even through the holo the young Queen looked disturbed. “A long trail of coercion, bribery and so much more to become a senator of Naboo to begin with.”

“Thank you Queen Amidala, this is a lead and may prove what we are looking for.” Depa smiled at her before sighing. “Apologies for bringing this to you.”

“If your suspicions proves correct then I’d rather have him out of the Senate before my term ends.” Amidala scowled before she nodded and turned the comms off, leaving the Council in a deep silence.

“…Disturbing this is. Truth to Obi-Wan’s claims we may find.” Yoda’s claws clenched on his cane. “Dangerous territory we are entering.”

“We are obliged to root it out.” Mace leaned forward then looked at Plo. “…After what Kenobi spoke to you about, I’m contemplating contacting outside forces to see about learning about predatory natures.”

Quiet contemplation followed.

“…We are lucky that Kenobi is as light as he is. I’ve seen victims of such behaviors before.” Ka-Adi offered. “Many fall victims again after to their own natures as a way to cope.”

There was a collective sigh.

When had the galaxy gone so far off the deep end?

Out of all the people in their niche little group, Inari was the easiest to get annoyed at. He was so stupid! He didn’t get things, or he made such– such aggravating remarks! Futaba seriously didn’t get how Akira could just sit there and talk to the stupid fox-face, have an actual conversation with him and enjoy it.

“It’s easy,” he’d said when she asked in so many words, the clacking of dishes their only company. “Yusuke’s not so bad, Futaba, just strange sometimes.” He grins a little, using the back of his hand to brush his bangs that really need a good cutting out of his eyes as he looks over at her. “Some people could say the same about you.”

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Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes [1]

[Throne of Glass] [Elide x Lorcan] [W.I.P.]
Chapter Word Count: 2298 words

Summary: Set after Empire of Storms, Elide Lochan and Lorcan Salvaterre are traveling with Rowan and Gavriel in search of Queen Aelin. Will Elide ever be able to forgive Lorcan for betraying her and her Queen? Where will they go next?

Part I: The Search - Chs. 1-8
Part II: The Journey - Chs. 9-???
Part III: The Mission

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ] [ 9 ] [ 10 ] [ 11 ] [ 12 ] [ 13 ] [ 14 ] …
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Part I: The Search


Lorcan was surprised at how much it had hurt after Elide ignored him and sidestepped him for the witch Asterin, back when they were on the shores of the Stone Marshes. And then she had barely spoken to him after he, Gavriel, and Rowan traveled in search of Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

He knew he deserved it, knew he deserved it when Elide cursed him with her hateful words, and then later he had been stripped of his blood oath without honor. Did she hate him? He shuddered at the thought. He had only meant to protect her, and yet Maeve had used her like a pawn against the weakened fire–queen, Aelin Galathynius. Lorcan shook his head to try and clear his thoughts.

It had only been a few days since they had left in search of Aelin. Rowan was determined to find her, but with each passing day he grew more and more tense… And the hollow look in his eyes appeared more often. The closest Lorcan had come to experiencing Rowan’s pain was when he saw Queen Maeve standing with Elide, who was being held by a Fae warrior with a knife to her slim throat. His heart had stopped, and he bit back the immediate urge to attack his Queen, the sovereign he had still been sworn to.

And now… He knew he no longer loved her, not anymore, not since Maeve threatened to have Elide whipped by Cairn and then made Elide watch as Cairn whipped the tattered queen. Not after Maeve commanded him to be still and silent. And then stripped him of his blood oath without honor. Lorcan swore under his breath, his face darkening. He splashed cold water onto his face and shook the droplets off.

Lorcan and Elide were currently resting at an inn in a small town on their way to Wendlyn, the continent west of Erilea. Along with Rowan and Gavriel, they had all thoroughly discussed all of the places Maeve could take Aelin. Rowan and Gavriel were out in their shifted forms, desperately searching for whispers in the wind, for any hint or sign of Maeve or where her boat was. Aelin could be anywhere in Erilea or Wendlyn, although they all agreed it was likely Maeve would show up in Doranelle eventually, especially because Lorcan was banned from returning.

Elide was downstairs gossiping; they had been hopping from town to town for the past few days in search of information, and Elide was still giving him the cold shoulder. She spoke to him only when necessary, and whenever he tried to apologize, she quickly excused herself and often went to ask Gavriel a question if he was around, or sat by him for warmth on cold nights. Lorcan would instinctively bare his teeth, and Gavriel would always pretend he didn’t notice the male aggression. He would turn his back as if to say, You deserve it. Suffer the consequences patiently. She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.

Elide’s laughter floated up the stairs, and Lorcan was reminded that his task was to make sure she was safe. Who knew where King Erawan or her loathsome uncle Vernon had sent men? They had infiltrated the Kingdom of Adarlan so easily. He pulled on a shirt and schooled his expression into neutrality while he headed downstairs, where Elide was chatting with a young couple at a table. He slid next to her wordlessly, and the couple’s eyes widened as they took in his appearance. Lorcan bowed his head slightly to seem less threatening, like Elide had said.

“Oh! Logan! It’s rude if you don’t introduce yourself,” Elide feigned surprise and chastised him teasingly, while batting her eyelashes. Nice that she was still able to act so friendly towards him. He resisted the urge to bare his teeth at her and drag her up the stairs so they could talk about her behavior.

“Hello, my name is Logan.” He inclined his head slightly and smiled. Lorcan hated acting, but they had all agreed that it was best not to use their real names, since enemy ears could be anywhere. Both the man and woman appeared unremarkable, perhaps townspeople looking for news from outsiders, he surmised.

“Logan, this is Nat and Linsy. We were just chatting about the awful weather we’ve been having and when the rain’s supposed to stop.” It was dreadful out. It had been raining nonstop and traveling all day in the rain was too miserable. Elide had wrung her dress out on the doorstep of the inn when they first arrived.

“Logan is my fiancé,” Elide continued to explain, casually bringing her hands above the table so that the couple could see them. She waggled her left hand. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a ring yet because we’ve been traveling a lot and I don’t want to lose it or attract thieves.” Elide winked at him. Logan struggled to keep his face neutral and tried to smile. Since the incident on the beach, Elide had demoted him from husband to fiancé.

Linsy nodded knowingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She briefly looked around and then lowered her voice and said, “We’ve heard there’s been a lot of activity in– in towns and cities nearby.”

Elide opened her mouth to reply, hope rising in her eyes at the thought of any new information, anything that could point them in the correct direction. Before she could say anything, Lorcan smoothly replied, “Linsy, if you don’t mind, I would like to speak to my fiancée privately.”

For a second, Elide narrowed her eyes at him before smoothing out the lines on her face and excusing herself. The couple seemed taken aback, but Elide apologized and said she would be right back. Lorcan was almost up the stairs when he realized he should be waiting for Elide. He held out his hand to her and tried to smile genuinely.

He wondered how badly he had failed because Elide rolled her eyes and hissed at him, “This better be important.” She impatiently tugged on his hand as she climbed the stairs and Lorcan followed. As soon as they were out of eyesight, she tried to tug her hand away. Lorcan’s jaw twitched but he let her go.

“Elide, please. Just come to my room for a moment. I only want to talk,” Lorcan pleaded. He was reduced to pleading. Begging for her to pay attention to him and not look at him with those cold eyes. Lorcan silently cursed under his breath.

Elide sucked in a breath and looked at him. Her eyes seemed to soften slightly, but her voice was low and rough when she said, “Fine. But be quick.”

Lorcan didn’t even know what he was going to say. He quickly led her to his room and locked the door behind them so no one would catch them unaware. Elide was taking in the appearance of his room and his sparse belongings. They all had sparse belongings, since none of them had a home anymore.

Elide perched herself on the end of his bed. And looked at him expectantly.

Heat rushed through him. He wanted to push her delicate body down onto the bed, pin her pale arms above her head and see if her blood sang, too. He wanted to see her dark hair splay across his bed, watch her chest rise as she breathed. He was halfway to the bed when he realized he was still daydreaming. Lorcan growled under his breath and hoped his thoughts hadn’t been revealed. She was still angry with him, so he would be angry too.

“Fiancé?” Lorcan hissed. It was the only thing he could think to say.

“I didn’t think you would mind. You were so displeased when I told you to pretend to be my husband when we were traveling with the carnival.” Her eyes dared him to deny what she just said. He didn’t deny it.

“You needed me to protect you, you said a brother wouldn’t be enough,” Lorcan replied. Elide’s eyes flashed.

“Well, I don’t need you to protect me anymore. Manon taught me how to protect myself.” Elide stood up and lifted her chin defiantly. “You don’t even have to watch me anymore. Just go away, go do whatever it is you want to do. I’m sure there are plenty of women who would be happy to warm your bed.” Elide strode to the door to leave.

Lorcan grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the door firmly in a flash. Gods, she was so aggravating. He could smell her cinnamon–and–elderberries scent, and his eyes flicked to the tendrils of hair that had wound their way out of the bun on her head. His nostrils flared.

Fear briefly flashed through Elide’s eyes, before fierce anger replaced it. “Let me go,” she hissed, struggling to pull her wrist away. Her other hand went to push his chest but he caught that wrist too, and pushed her carefully against the door. She felt so gods–damned breakable. He hadn’t said what he needed to say, hadn’t said anything at all but he couldn’t let her go. He didn’t know what his feelings were or how he felt but he knew he needed to say something, anything. Maybe it was because he was no longer under the blood oath that he felt all these strange emotions, that he couldn’t sort out the turmoil in his heart. Her chest was heaving against him, such a distraction.

“Elide, I am sorry.” Before he could be distracted by her rosebud lips and anything else, he opened his mouth and words tumbled out. “I was foolish, so foolish. I thought– I thought we were being attacked and that Maeve would save you–”

“Why would you think that? You betrayed her first!” She hissed at him, still struggling against his hold. His grip loosened slightly. She avoided his gaze as a hint of color creeped up her cheekbones. He noticed how close he was standing to her, and he took a small step back, relaxing his grip.

“Tell me, Elide, tell me what I have to do so that you won’t hate me. Tell me how I can make this better,” Lorcan said, his voice low. Pleading again. “After Maeve stripped me of the blood oath, I’ve been…” He struggled to find the pitiful, pathetic words. Lost. He had felt lost. He was lost, although he couldn’t force himself to say it. Lorcan’s onyx eyes searched hers, searching for something other than the anger and hatred he saw in them whenever she looked at him after he had gotten Aelin captured. He had put them all into this situation, after all the armies Aelin had called to her aid.

Elide had understood without hearing Lorcan finish his thought. She had felt the vast well of grief and self–loathing open up within him as he searched her eyes. She could feel his regret, and she hated herself for pitying him. For wanting to open up to him and wanting him to open up to her. But gods–damned Lorcan had gotten her queen captured, and as much as she wanted to forgive him, it wasn’t time. And he had still protected her these past few days, even though she had been ignoring his sorry arse.

“Lorcan, I just need… time.” Elide licked her lips and wriggled her right wrist free from his grip, looping a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear. “With everything that happened on the beach… I thought you were going to die. I was ready to die, with you, for you, all I know is I couldn’t bear to watch. And I thought… I thought you felt the same towards me.” Elide swallowed. She hadn’t meant to sound so hurt.

Lorcan’s eyes flickered to the scar on her arm, and she saw the muscles in his jaw clench tightly.

“I will never willingly put you in harm’s way.” Lorcan’s voice was rough as he gently tipped her chin forward and met her gaze. “Never again. That was the blessing Mae- she gave me.” Elide flinched slightly when Lorcan started to say Maeve’s name again. The hurt he saw in her eyes was unbearable, and he knew it was all his fault. It was his fault for thinking he knew better, thinking he was anything but the naïve fool that Maeve had exposed him to be.

Elide swallowed again. “I should go now.” In a flash, she slipped out the door. He could hear her breathing on the other side, and then she quietly went upstairs.

Blood was roaring in his ears, pounding in Lorcan’s head. He was angry at himself for being such an idiot, for trusting rutting Maeve. He would gut her himself for using Elide as a negotiation tool and for stripping him of the blood oath so cruelly after centuries of being her faithful slave. Lorcan wanted to destroy something. He occasionally snarled as he paced the floor for a full minute, trying to calm himself, to keep himself from crumbling everything to dust. The inn would just be kindling, and he didn’t want to pay for damages.

He slung on a jacket to hide his weapons from view and was halfway out the door when he heard a soft cry of pain from upstairs. Gods–damn it, he was such an idiot. In his blind rage, he hadn’t thought to be vigilant, had thought that pulling his magic away from Elide was respectful. Dark magic spread from Lorcan in every direction as he headed up the stairs. He should have known better, he should have known that he couldn’t leave that gods–damned, infuriatingly breakable woman alone by herself.