He hums, the sound deep and low in his chest as it rumbles its way up his throat. One hand sifts through the soft locks of her hair as the other wraps around her waist to drag her closer to him. Sombra grins and lets him, knowing he’s only putting on a show because someone else has walked in. They love causing people to turn into an awkward, flustered mess. She scoots into Jesse’s lap where he immediately lays his heavy prosthetic across her navel, having her back pressed against his front.
“Ya casi sale esa película nueva,” mumbles the gunslinger, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. He dips his head and nuzzles his face into the soft skin at the crook of her neck. “Te gustaría ir a verlo?”
“Ay,” she clicks her tongue and stretches her body against his like a lazy cat lounging in the sun, tipping her head back to look at him. “Esa del espiantes?” From the corner of her vision, she sees the poor outsider squirming in place while standing in front of the coffee machine, no doubt trying to avoid listening to their scandalous conversation.
Sombra lifts a hand, letting her manicured nails gently scratch under his chin. The look that passes over her face is absolutely diabolical as she pushes herself off to turn and straddle her lover’s lap, flipping her hair and smiling down at him, her arms resting over his shoulders in a gesture that appeared possessive and carnal but was nothing more than normal between them. “Pero se me parace muy aburrido…” she groans, sinfully rolling her ‘rrs’.
The digital tone from the coffee maker rings through the common room and a relieved breath of ‘thank god’ passes from the outsider’s lips as they serve themselves and walk out of the room as quickly as they can, red staining the tips of their ears down to their neck.
Once they’re gone, they both laugh. Sombra in particular lets her giggles linger, the sound as mischievous as the grin over her painted lips. “It’s so much fun to see them squirm,” she muses.
Jesse chuckles, the hands resting on her ample hips giving her a small squeeze. “No seas mala, mi palomita.”
She laughs and leans in to place a quick kiss on his nose. “Claro, mi amor…”
Mccree buried his face in his pillow as the rays from the rising sun peaked through thin curtain that was covering his bedroom window.
Usually he would have woken up by now to the sounds of his lover typing away frantically at her screens with her retractable nails. He swore that woman hardly slept and how she managed to function that way he would never comprehend.
Noting the absence of nails clicking, he reached out his mechanical arm, feeling for a warm body but found instead an empty space beside him.
Letting out a deep yawn, the cowboy proceeded to rub the sleep from his eyes and rise from the bed. His two week long vacation from his duties at Overwatch served him well as he was able to lounge around, drink beer and spend time with his beloved Sombra.
As he proceeded to make his way to the kitchen, he stopped for a moment to glance at himself in the mirror. His eyes trailed the grey color that was beginning to dust his dark brown hair and beard.
His attention then turned from the greying hairs to the expression lines on his face. The gunslinger always thought they gave him a ruggedly handsome look but now he was beginning to wonder if they really were actually making him look old and tired.
From there his self examination turned to his mechanical arm that was dinged up from the constant fighting he found himself in.
Every once in a while the hardware would malfunction but it was nothing Sombra couldn’t easily fix. Still, the old prosthetic started to feel more and more outdated, perhaps an update would soon be needed.
His eyes stopped on his torso, more specifically at the soft pudge that had once been toned abs. Giving his soft tummy a poke, he sighed and leaned his forehead against the mirror.
“You’re really letting yourself go, old man,” he chuckled to himself.
He always heard of the joke that people gain weight when they’re happy but didn’t really think much of it until now that his “happy weight” was showing.
The cowboy let out a yelp when he felt invisible slender arms wrap around his waist. A few moments later Sombra flickered into sight, face buried against his back.
“Good morning sleepy head,” she whispered, nuzzling her cheek.
“Morning darlin’” he answered, turning so he could hold her in his arms and take in her intoxicating scent.
“What were you doing mi amor?”
“…nothin’ really, just trying to figure out how much time I have left before you leave me for a younger man,” he chuckled, pulling away and gazing at her perplexed expression.
“And why the hell would I do that?” Sombra retorted, hands on her hips and staring him down with an accusatory glance.
He felt the tips of his ears turn hot with embarrassment under the gaze of her indigo eyes.
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
The hacker raised an eyebrow but said nothing except respond through a “no” headshake.
“Well, I was takin’ a good look in the mirror and I’m just…I don’t know, concerned that I’m starting to look older and ya know… out of shape,” he finished, hand scratching the back of his head as he grabbed his little gut.
Looking her love up and down, Sombra snorted as she tried to keep herself composed.
“You get some grey hairs and suddenly you think you’re looking like Jack Morrison? Aye aye aye, Mccree you’re such a diva!”
His eyebrows raised at his new nickname.
“First off, you do not look like an old man. Everyone ages, even me so stop worrying about that. Secondly, you’re not out of shape! You have a tummy, so what? Is there some regulation somewhere that all cowboys must have chiseled Greek god abs?!”
Mccree pressed his lips into a firm line as she finished up her rant, he suddenly felt like a child being scolded by a parent.
“…you done?”
Sombra sighed and wrapped her arms around his torso, leaning her head on his chest.
“Mccree, you’re perfect the way you are mi amor. I’d love you even if you were purple and bald, so stop being a drama queen!” She said with a smirk and a kiss on his cheek.
“Aw shucks darlin’, thank you kindly,” he said, feeling a mix of bashfulness and happiness at his lover’s words of encouragement. Maybe he was overreacting and being a diva.
“Come on” she said taking his hand and leading him towards the kitchen, “I’ll serve you up a nice bowl of bran flakes and granola, viejito.”
SOMBRA IS SO IN LOVE WITH HER SOFT AND PUDGY GUNSLINGER, PASS IT ON 💕💕💕💕
HHonestly, the best part about fiction is that you can do whatever you want.
It’s something that comes out of your own head and is borne of your own ideas and thoughts, something that you imagined is now on paper and other people can see it and read it! How cool is that??
Here are a few tips:
1. Read. A lot.
The best way to improve your writing or getting ideas, especially you’re writing fiction, is to read. Reading is very important, and this isn’t a step you can skip; from reading, I learned paragraph structure, punctuation, how to properly use metaphors and idioms (which are very important in fiction), and how to develop a plot and characters.
When you read, you see what other authors who know the genre are writing. You can see how they develop characters and settings and plots, which in turn will help you with your own development, whether you’re aware of it or not. Also when you read, you can get an idea of what kind of fiction you want to write, which brings us into my next point.
2. Know there are many kinds of fiction to choose from
I myself am a lover of fantasy and mainly write in that genre, but fantasy might not be your cup of tea; you might love reading fantasy, but writing fantasy might be tough or boring for you. You’re in luck, because fiction has a very wide variety of categories to choose from.
Just a note that genres can overlap; your story doesn’t have to stay within the confines of these genres; you can have a story that’s Sci-Fi and Fantasy or Fantasy and Horror. There are no limits!
1. Realistic Fiction
In realistic fiction, there are no spaceship fights or dragons or creepy things that go bump in the night. These stories take place in a world exactly like our own; the only fictional part of it is the story itself; the people, places, or characters don’t exist in real life, but they could!
John Green writes mainly realistic fiction stories; these stories could happen in real life, but they didn’t, which is what makes it fiction.
This genre can be crossed over with historical fiction, but not Sci-Fi or Fantasy; a story isn’t realistic if it has intergalactic travel or unicorns.
2. Historical Fiction
Historical fiction takes place any time in the past. It could be during the Renaissance or the Industrial Revolution or during the Golden Age of Rome. Anything that takes place in the past, even if it’s in the 20th century or two years ago, could be considered historical fiction.
Historical fiction includes Outlander by
Diana Gabaldon
and The Book Thief Markus Zusak. Some works that were originally realistic fiction, such as Sherlock Holmes, are not historical fiction merely because of the passage of time.
This genre can be crossed over with any other genre. (Scientific elements can be crossed over in history)
3. Science Fiction
Science fiction is sometimes based on an imagined future or reality that includes scientific or technological
advances and major social or environmental changes. It frequently portrays space or time travel and life on other planets, and can also include dystopias and post-apocalyptic worlds.
Science fiction is a very popular genre, and includes The Hunger Games, Divergent, The Maze Runner, Ender’s Game, The Lunar Chronicles, and The Handmaid’s Tale.
This genre can be crossed over with any other genre.
4. Fantasy
My personal favorite!
Fantasy is set in a fictional universe created by the author that often, but not always, goes without referencing any locations, events, or people in the real world. Basically the opposite of realistic fiction. Most fantasy
uses magic or other supernatural elements as a main plot element,
theme, or setting. Magic and magical creatures are common in many of
these worlds.
One of the hardest genres to write, since it the author has to create a world from nothing, with its own culture, people, wildlife, government, the whole nine yards.
Fantasy can sometimes have an element of historical fiction in the sense that there’s no technology (characters ride horses, no modern medicine, etc.), but that’s not always the case.
Examples include Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Mortal Instruments, The Lord of The Rings, and Game of Thrones.
This genre can be crossed over with any other genre.
5. Plus many more!
3. Have Fun!
Unless you’re doing this as a job or for profit, writing should be something you do only when you feel like it.
Sure, if you keep slacking then you probably won’t get anything done, but don’t feel like you HAVE TO write if it’s just something you do on your free time; your boredom, reluctance, and perhaps irritation can reflect in your writing, so feel free to take time off from your works if you feel like you have to!
Writing is an amazing tool that can help you create entire new worlds and new people, too, and a good story has the potential to teach a good lesson and impact people around the world.
Even if it seems hard, never give up! Trust me, it’s worth it!
HOPE THIS HELPED AND WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF FICTION!
For those sending me an ask, please consider my ask Guidelines.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH @nomnomroko!!! ヾ(o✪‿✪o)ｼ Thank you so much for the beautiful commission! The sketch was already beautiful and adorable and the colored/finished version is just as amazing – even more so! I love these two so much and there are no words to express how grateful I am that you accepted my request to give these two a bit more lovin’! ❤️️💜❤️️💜 Thank you from the bottom of my heart, a million times over!
At first, McCree had no clue as to what Sombra’s genuine laughter sounded like. Every giggle, snicker, or chuckle was always laced with not so pure intentions, a wicked grin accompanying the supposed sounds of mirth.
He’d grown used to the idea that he’d never hear an honest laugh out of her. She was always one step ahead – her laughter always at the expense of someone else.
It wasn’t until a lazy evening spent together lounging on their old couch in one another’s arms he unraveled the mystery. A misplaced grip along her ribs had Sombra squirming and letting out a squeal, quickly followed by an accusatory glare. With a grin that a cat sported when it’s caught a canary, McCree’s fingers moved in earnest against her flesh. Equipped with his new knowledge, he pulled the laughter straight from her and even he could hear how unfamiliar Sombra was to pure laughter. But the flush to her cheeks and neck and clench of her shut eyes attested to the authenticity of her laughter. Her mischievous chuckles, always contained in volume and breathy were nothing compared to the real deal – loud but melodious and there seemed to be no end. Her hilarity contagious, unable to keep the smile from leaving his own face. McCree quickly found himself becoming addicted to the sound and he knew he’d be seeking it out for the rest of his days.
Another rare day where they have nothing important to worry about and are free to enjoy one another’s company finds McCree and Sombra situated upon the same couch, idly watching a random holovid. Watching it is far less interesting than seeking out one another’s lips for random and frequent kisses. Over time, McCree’s learned the best ways to hear Sombra’s laugh with his beard being one tool he never fails to utilize. He leans close, smiling as Sombra turns and regards him with an affectionate gaze. She thinks he only seeks out her lips for a sweet kiss and he enjoys the widening of her lapis eyes when she realizes his true motives.
She ducks her head in an attempt to avoid her fate but it’s too late – he’s already pressing kisses to her collarbone, dragging the coarse hairs of his beard along her sensitive skin. She shakes and hollers, begging for him to stop, which in itself was unusual. He enjoys the rarity of her vulnerability immensely. He’s not cruel; if Sombra wants him to stop, laughs in pain instead of mirth, looks uncomfortable instead of joyous, he’ll stop. But he knows her – her body language now communicating nothing but desire. Even as she wriggles around in the strong arms holding her captive, she moves closer to his warmth. Her head tips at just the right angles, inviting his scruffy kisses to further explore her skin even as she cries out for him to stop in a flurried mix of English and Spanish. He obeys her body’s silent demands without question, eager to drink in the laughter of his impish beauty.
Finally managing to squirm out of his hold, she slips off the couch and runs to the stairs at the opposite end of the room. He’s already hot on her tail, reaching out to grab her but she proves too agile, dodging his attempt and quickly clambers to the top of the stairs, looking down at him. Oh, but she’s a sight: her usually perfectly styled hair disheveled with wiry strands framing her pretty face, chest heaving with breaths occasionally broken by nervous giggles, and too-blue eyes wide with excitement. McCree is sure that the look is mirrored in his own; his skin tingles with a craving to hear more of her laughter and the basic need to feel her against him.
They stand and stare one another down, bodies tense and wired: McCree rests his boot on the first step as the metal of his prosthetic hand grips the railing and the other is pressed against the wall. Sombra’s shoulders are shrugged and she rubs her thumbs and index fingers together to stave off the jitters. In their little stand off, McCree’s heart beats in his ears, almost wanting to drop this little facade and simply dote on his lover for the remainder of the evening.
Good things come to those who wait, a voice sings in his head as he collects himself. He’s the image of a hunter stalking its prey. He appears relaxed but he’s ready to pounce. The fingers of the hand he has resting on the railing begin casually drumming against the wood. He casts a smirk up at her as he lifts his right hand, crooking his finger and beckoning her back down the stairs to him in a mute gesture.
She gives a strong shake of her head, sneering. “Yeah right,viejo!” And then all he sees is the last lock of her long hair as she rounds the corner.
Her teasing term of endearment sends a wave of mock fury through him as the chase spurs him into moving, climbing the stairs two steps at a time. Even as he starts on after her, he hears her laughter flood through their small home and he smiles, unable to remember the last time he’s ever had this much fun with someone. He’s grateful to have her in his life. And as he follows her trail of teasing giggles, he can’t help but think how much fun he’ll have thanking her properly and thoroughly once he’s caught her.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH @nomnomroko!!! ヾ(o✪‿✪o)ｼ Thank you so much for the beautiful commission! The sketch was already beautiful and adorable and the colored/finished version is just as amazing – even more so! I love these two so much and there are no words to express how grateful I am that you accepted my request to give these two a bit more lovin’! ❤️️💜❤️️💜 Thank you from the bottom of my heart, a million times over!
Kind of an in-game joke since Rein now has a young skin and Ana tries to figure out why he looks so different 8V and I’ve just gotten in the young Rein mood and I just…. I just love his face…. so much ;-; *sob*
He loves being the big spoon because it soothes him knowing he has the power to relax you. During this position, it’s where you two talk about each others day. His fingers will run through your hair while his other hand traces down your spine. You enjoy this position because you feel his warmth radiating through your skin. The beating of his heart and the humming of his voice reminds you that it eventually does get better.
Number 2
Zen sees you as a work of art. Have stretch marks that you hate? He will trace them gently as if he was touching porcelain glass. With each stretch mark that he traces, he will state a reason why he loves you. Have scars that you hate? He will kiss them while looking into your eyes. He loves everything that you hate about yourself. What Hyun loves the most about you is your face. It is his favorite thing to wake up to. He loves tracing your jaw all the way down to your chest because it reminds him that you are actually alive. That someone as magnificent as you belongs to him.
Number 3
Sometimes when life likes to mess with either of you, you need that intimate cuddling. The both of you crave each other’s skin in it’s purest form. Holding each other let’s your souls dance together while your hearts infuse into one. This is the position where the both of you are at your weakness. Vulnerable moments are shared right here because sometimes, you just need to take off the mask you have on and be seen.
The DLC just break my heart, I had to draw something for his birthday ;-; Zen is not on my top 3 MM characters but I want to give him all the love of the world.
This request is very close to my heart,
because of personal experiences, so I put off writing it for a very
long time. I’m sorry to whoever sent this for having to wait for so
long.
And if anyone has these kind of issues, I want them to
know that friends are the family we choose and you don’t need to feel
obliged to love anyone to mistreats you, even when society tries to
force you.
♬Zen♬
Zen will never forget the night you told him about your childhood.
He’ll always remember how you’d tried to smile through the stories
while your eyes had gradually gotten dimmer and dimmer, slowly
overflowing with tears you’d tried to blink away.
The situation was only made worse by the fact that he’d never known, he’d never have asked, had you not been so insistent on him
making up with his family or at very least his older brother. He’d
been so mad about it until you’d explained just why you thought it to
be so important.
It really opened his eyes, making him
understand just what a profound effect a family had on you, whether
you wanted them to or not, and he came to realize that he too was
still dragging around the effects of his childhood, because he
refused to work through that.
That very evening he called his
parents as well as his brother, not making up per se but at least
making an effort in taking the first step. He was exhausted
afterwards, but not too exhausted to hold you in his arms and let you
cry into his chest until the pain went away.
♬
The two of you were out on a date when you suddenly
stopped in your tracks, face going white. Zen couldn’t find the
source of your distress until a man and a woman stepped up to you and
without ever seeing so much as a picture of them, he knew they were
your parents.
Despite smiling at you there was a strange aura
surrounding them both and Zen understood where it came from the
second they began complaining about how long you hadn’t called them
and how you hadn’t even considered introducing them to the new man in
your life.
He looked over at you, getting smaller and smaller
under the words until he asked you to go ahead and find them a nice
seat in the Cafe. He gave you a kiss to the temple and a quick nod
before you practically fled the scene, leaving Zen with your
surprised parents.
“If it wasn’t for the people around I
would make a bigger scene, but I’m a public figure and if I want to
provide for your daughter, I need to keep my record clean. However, I
want both of you to know that you are despicable people and if you
ever step up to her again, I’ll show you just how angry I
am.”
★Yoosung★
With Rika gone and his family distant you were a very important part
of Yoosung’s life, his driving force, so to say. Whenever he lacked
internal motivation he relied on you to provide him with external one
and you always did, without a fail. He could count on you at all
times.
However, Yoosung had never stopped to consider that so heavily
leaning on you could possibly harm you. You were so bright and
generous, there couldn’t possibly be something wrong in your life,
right? Just like with Rika though, Yoosung was wrong
You’d
explained it to him after finding out about Rika’s past: Sometimes it
was simply easier to fake a smile than to open up about the pain in
your heart. Especially when it comes to abuse. As long as the scars
aren’t visible, as long as they are only in your head, no one cares
for them.
Yoosung cared though, holding onto you as you broke
down crying after a scene in a movie. Yoosung cared as you wailed in
misery about being lonely and broken, about how their voices and
words haunted you even in your dreams. Yoosung cared and yet he could
do nothing.
★
Yoosung asked Seven to research them, put together a little file for
him. He couldn’t actually make them pay, but the least he felt he
should do was to give them a piece of his mind. Especially when he’d
failed to do so once before, losing his beloved cousin in the
process.
All the research didn’t prepare him for when he
spotted your parents walking towards you while you were having a
stroll through the park. His first instinct – his desire –
told him to to go over and use this opportunity to give them hell.
The smile on your face stopped him.
Instead he steered you
into another direction, making sure that your paths wouldn’t cross
theirs. He bought you ice cream at the stand and gave you his jacket
when it got a little colder. He told you silly jokes and played catch
with you.
He’d loved to have talked to them, but in the end
your wishes and feelings were more important than his when it came to
this matter. Maybe putting your past behind and focusing on making
you happy for the rest of your life was the best option. Yoosung
would certainly try!
♛Jumin♛
Jumin had always
been a perceptive person. It was a necessity to be as much when you
worked with hundreds of people in a machinelike business that had to
be sustained and kept running perfectly. He tended to ignore people’s
feelings in favour of logic, but he always noticed them
nevertheless.
Of course loving you the way he did, watching
your every move and listening to your every word like it was gospel,
Jumin noticed all those little things you thought he didn’t. Like the
way you looked at his father like you were waiting for something, or
looked down the second he met your eye.
He also realized that
while you talked about even the smallest of things with him, open to
share everything and expecting nothing but honesty in return, he knew
nothing of your family, specifically your parents. It didn’t take a
genius to figure out that something was wrong.
For a while he
was patient, waiting for you to open up to him on your own. When
nothing happened he approached you. The conversation was
uncomfortable and painful, but Jumin knew it was necessary. He needed
to know everything in order to help you and help you he did.
♛
The
two of you were out looking for wedding dresses when suddenly you
were approached by a middle aged couple. From the way you went rigid
beside him, Jumin knew that those two must have been your parents.
They looked so innocent, but Jumin knew better than to be deceived by
that.
He introduced himself politely but refused to have any
kind of conversation with them, instead excusing himself and you,
stepping before you like a shield before leading you away from them
without another word. You were completely silent and Jumin knew,
something had to be done.
The second you got home Jumin called
his lawyers and detectives as well as Seven. While the info wasn’t
enough to get them prosecuted, not for verbal abuse, he did manage to
get a restraining order on them, making sure they’d never harm you
ever again.
Along with the order, Jumin decided to write them
a personal, little message as well. He told them how vile and
disgraceful they were for failing you the way they did and that if
they ever stepped to you again, he’d make absolutely sure that the
detectives dug up something on them, no matter how real that
something might be.
☼Saeyoung/Seven☼
Saeyoung knew, better than most
people, what it felt like not wanting to talk about a certain aspect
of your past. For some it was out of embarrassment, others didn’t
want to be judged for something they’d done a long time ago. It was
just something they avoided talking about.
For his brother,
you and him the reason was trauma. Saeyoung didn’t want to be
reminded of those feelings of crippling abandonment and pain caused
by his parents. He’d experienced enough of it and didn’t need a
reminder. He figured the same was the case for you.
You never
brought them up and he never asked. It was an unspoken rule and the
only exception to your one-hundred percent open honesty policy. Of
course that didn’t mean that Saeyoung didn’t find out about it one
way or another. He just didn’t ask you directly.
Instead he
dug up some dirt on them, made sure that he had enough material on
them should he ever need it. With you he simply made sure to avoid
the topic of family altogether, instead focusing on planning a
brighter future as a new, happy family.
☼
It wasn’t
until he saw the way you looked at a mother dragging her screaming
child around, saw the way your eyes became empty and tears gathered
in them, that he realized your parents needed to be punished for what
they’d done.
He figured he better do something late, than not
to it at all. Saeyoung knew that it was technically a violation of
the unspoken rule you’d established, but he couldn’t allow people
who’d broken you the way those two did to live peaceful lives while
you suffered.
And yes, part of his rage was probably fuelled
by his own hatred and the fact that neither him nor Saeran ever got
the payback they somewhat deserved, but he also couldn’t stand the
way you had nightmares every time you heard a child cry.
He
didn’t harm them, of course, although he would have loved to send his
old agency after them. Saeyoung did, however, frame them. It was so
easy to put the nasty kind of pornography on their computers and
alert the police. He liked the irony of them going to prison for
loving children too much
☀Saeran☀
Because
Saeyoung refused to send Saeran to some sort of rehab centre and
Saeren himself couldn’t stand the idea of going to one on one
therapy, the three of you had made a compromise in sending Saeran off
to group therapy instead.
He still hated therapy and people,
but at least he wasn’t the only one talking, so it was a little
easier to bear. Like…he was a part of not only a group, but a group
of people who truly understood what he’d gone through in his
life and shared his pain.
Saeran didn’t question the fact that you sat down with the rest of
the group every single time. After all you were the one driving him
to these sessions and the one driving him home, so he figured you
didn’t feel like driving back and forth.
That was until you
were asked to share your story and instead of brushing it off, you
actually began to talk. He hadn’t realized just how broken you were
until he heard with what kind of ease you talked of that horrible
abuse you endured…like it was nothing. Like it was normal, because
to you it was.
☀
Saeran had always been the more vengeful of the twins,
everyone knew that. He’d planned on taking revenge on anyone who’d
wronged him, but as it turned out his mother was dead, Rika was
shipped off somewhere he couldn’t find her and neither his brother
nor V were the bad guys.
Your parents, however, were still
very much alive and living live’s a little too peaceful for his
liking. They didn’t deserve happiness after what they’d done to you.
He’d researched them, but knew that seeking them out wasn’t an option
with you around.
He took it as a wink of fate when one day,
while walking to the car from therapy, he spotted the pair out and
about. He made up a lie about wanting to clear his head a little,
telling you to drive home alone. Saeran turned to Unknown and
pounced.
“We’re going to play a little game”, he said,
smirking at the two, gagged and hanging from the ceiling. “It’s a
game my abusive mother used to play with me. You’ll stand on your
legs for 24h straight and if you make even the smallest of sounds,
you get hit and no food. Sounds fun, right?!”
📷Jihyun/V📷
Jihyun
had always been an advocate for peaceful solutions and forgiveness.
He couldn’t bear to carry any kind of hatred or anger in his heart,
not when the world was such a dark place on its own. To him there was
nothing more freeing than letting go of any kind of animosity.
It
had been that very attribute of his that had driven him to forgive
Rika and see the good in her even when nobody else could or would.
Sure, in her case his methods had failed, but he was convinced of
their effectiveness in any other case.
Obviously his first
response to finding out about your past was to find out a way to make
it all better. Once again reminded of the way he’d failed Rika in not
taking enough action, he makes the suggestion of inviting your
parents to dinner.
Jihyun only wants you to talk it out with
them and let go of the frustrations you must have been harbouring for
years now. After all he’d seen first hand what pushing feelings down
could do to a person. Eventually you begrudgingly agreed.
📷
From
the moment the door rang you were beyond tense. You’d cleaned the
apartment at least a dozen times, changed your clothes the same
amount of times. You looked nervous upon your parents entering, the
smile on your face obviously fake.
Jihyun didn’t understand
why at first, your parents seemed like ordinary, nice people, but he
was about to find out. You’d just served the tea before dinner, the
four of you sitting in the living room, when the two of them began a
long streak of judgemental and passive aggressive remarks.
Everything you did seemed wrong in their eyes and they didn’t
miss a single opportunity to tell you as much. And the worst part?
They said it with a smile on their faces, acting like they were doing
you a favour and just watching out for you when in reality they were
breaking your spirit.
Eventually Jihyun had had enough. In the
middle of dinner he simply got up and as politely as ever asked them
to leave. He didn’t want to cause a scene and upset you, but he’d
learned that evening that some people were beyond forgiveness.
I love Sombra and McCree so much they are my life and they are beautiful together and I want them to be happy with each other but I’d love if we were all happy together ya feel? 💖💖💖💖
I will follow you into the dark // jasmine thompson
fools // troye sivan
blame it on me // george ezra
flaws // bastille
no sunlight // death cab for cutie
lovers eyes // mumford & sons
hold back the river // james bay
goner // twenty øne piløts
want to give this playlist a listen? click here! ( ^ 3 ^ ) you guys are so lucky you can’t see my face..there are actual tears streaming down my face. I shouldn’t love jihyun as much as I do. someone send help :):
These will be debuting NEXT week at MCM Birmingham! I will be sending one free washi tape to each of my patrons! Otherwise, look forward to MCM Birmingham!
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