#and crying usually for the first time that year through half of the final act | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

The “We are the 99%” Tumblr blog became the slogan for the Occupy Wall Street movement.

#and crying usually for the first time that year through half of the final act

maremartinelli · 27 days

Text

COME FIND YOUR HALF SOON

Sirius Black X fem!reader

Summary: Y/n and Sirius had broken up. The boy with dark hair was going through difficult days with his family and this was the only way to protect his girlfriend. However, on a rainy holiday day In the summer he appears at the girl's cousin's house, just on the day she was there. What happens when his ex sees him all bruised and burned?

Words: 2.3K+

Warnings: I cry, break up, swear words (I don't remember), bruises, burns, but a happy and happy ending.

Author: Of course, English is not my first language, I apologize for any writing or spelling errors. And by the way, this imagine came through a song that I love. I'll leave it here at the end, for anyone who wants it to hear. (The music is Brazilian).

MASTERLIST

Sirius and Y/n had broken up.

Their relationship had lasted for two long, beautiful years. However, lately Sirius was facing several problems with his family and for some reason he distanced himself from his girlfriend, Y/n made a thousand proposals for him to tell her what was happening. But nothing was working.

He didn't spend time with her, he made excuses not to go on dates, he avoided her in the common room, he sat further away in class and so on.

Y/n even thought he was cheating on her, but with a conversation with Prongs and Moony, they explained that he was also acting strangely and it was the Black family's fault. Like always.

And after a lot of talking and trying to help, Sirius decided that it would be better to separate, but that it wouldn't affect Y/n's life. But he said he still loved the girl unconditionally.

The days leading up to summer vacation were the worst for Y/n. While she wasn't studying for finals with Lily, she was in her dorm crying deeply while the same redhead comforted her.

The weeks passed and everyone was boarding the Hogwarts express to head home to enjoy their summer vacation. That day, Sirius was quieter than usual. Thus, causing James to have an idea.

Upon entering the train after the girls, James walked to the carriage they were in and when he was about to enter, he saw his cousin lying on his girlfriend's lap while crying sobbing.

Lily just shook her head saying that it was better for the two of them to be alone and then James asked the boys to find another carriage for them, however, Sirius who was right behind Prongs ended up seeing the scene.

The redhead just smiled slightly at Pads and continued to comb Y/n's hair as a form of consolation.

The holidays have definitely arrived, and as always the sun was shining brightly. However, Y/n just wanted to stay at home and cry until her eyes couldn't open anymore, she just wanted to stay at home and lay on her mother's lap while the older one consoled and felt sorry for her little girl.

But, since she was little, Y/n spent half of her summer holidays at her Uncle Potter's house together with her cousin James - now better, Prongs. And this summer would be no different, he called asking his cousin to come there to distract his mind and have fun with his friends.

Y/n said she would think carefully about the offer.

Until the next day in the morning Remus called her with the same request and in the afternoon her best friend - Lily. I was also making the same proposal. Until she accepted.

She packed her bags and the next day she asked her mother to take her to her aunt and uncle's house. Where already, all the friends were gathered. Except Sirius, James said that he was facing a lot of conflicts at home and that his mother forbade him to go out and be with his friends.

On one hand Y/n felt relieved, on the other, she knew that her love was suffering at Walburga's hands.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••

It had been 3 days since Y/n and her friends had been sleeping at James' house and having a great time.

Today, they were in the large yard behind the house trying to catch a golden snitch that Prongs had released. The first person to pick it up could choose tomorrow's menu. Just as Aunt Euphemia had said.

And obviously, everyone was so excited after the golden animal.

"Hey Hey!!" Y/n catches everyone's attention.

Remus, Lily, James and Peter turn to look at their friend.

"It's raining. Wouldn't we better go inside?" She says looking at the sky, which had huge, dark clouds.

"Let's enjoy it more, I'm almost catching this snitch" James says as he runs.

Remus rolls his eyes.

"No, it's not. I'm the one who's going to ask Aunt Effy to make us pumpkin pie tomorrow." Lupine says as he ran after James and the Snitch.

"Ew" James and Y/n mumble.

"Come on, we have to take Moony out of the competition. No one deserves pumpkin pie" Y/n laughs and runs after the golden object.

Moony just rolls his eyes and they all continue to chase the snitch as the raindrops were getting more and more violent.

The game lasted until Euphemia appeared at the door and asked them to come in, as the rain was getting heavier and the lightning was close to the Potter house.

Everyone entered quickly and each went to the room they were staying in. Y/n and Lily went to the room they shared and drew odd or even numbers to see who would take a shower first, like they did in the Hogwarts dormitory.

With that, Lily always won and today was no different. While the redhead took a shower, Y/n took her favorite pajamas out of the closet and looked at them.

The clothes matched what Sirius had too.

She had given them matching pajamas on their first Valentine's Day together. Sirius and Y/n made a point of showing off to everyone as they paraded around the common room in matching pajamas.

Now, every time Y/n wore those pieces of clothing, she felt like something was missing.

It doesn't take long for Lily to come out of the shower with wet hair and make the room available for Y/n to take a shower.

The Potter girl smiles friendly and enters the bathroom. When she feels the hot water run down her body, the tears flow together and wash the girl's face.

And after composing herself, she left the bathroom and sat at the vanity to brush her hair, until James, Remus and Peter ran in front of their room. They seemed hurried.

"Huh, what happened?" Y/n stops with the brush in her hand and looks at Lily who was on the bed putting on her socks.

"I don't know. But don't worry too much, they're really crazy" Lily says and Y/n smiles.

Upon returning to the mirror, Y/n starts to comb her hair again until they hear a bang coming from the main building downstairs. The two friends look at each other and run to the window to see who it was.

When they arrive, they can only see James holding someone as they enter the house.

Soon after, they hear someone running up the stairs and passing by their room.

Y/n runs to the door and to Remus.

"Moony, what's going on?" She asks worriedly.

"I'm going after Effy and Mont. Sirius is here. He's hurt!!!" With that said, Remus runs to the older people's room and knocks on the door.

Lily, who was behind Y/n, widened her eyes and in a quick gesture, the two girls were running down the stairs like lightning. Skipping one or two steps every time.

Arriving in the main room, Y/n stops at the sight she sees.

Sirius was all soaked from the rain, his perfect hair was all messed up, his fingers and hands were burning, there were bruises all over his face and his clothes were torn in some parts, and you could also see some deep cuts.

James and Peter were asking him questions while Moony was behind Euphemia and Fleamont, Y/n had stopped and couldn't move for the life of her. Lily even stopped next to her and said something that Y/n's ears insisted on not hearing.

Her eyes were glued to Sirius as he also looked at her.

Y/n only managed to come out of her trance when Remus accidentally hit her on the shoulder as she walked by with Effy and Mont.

"Son, what happened?!" Fleamont asks as he crouches down next to Sirius on the couch.

There was so much movement that Y/n didn't even realize she was crying. Crying with sobs.

"Lily, take Y/n upstairs. I'll come after you" Effy says to her daughter-in-law while looking at her niece.

And that was when Y/n saw that his face was full of tears and that his breathing was not controlled.

When did all this crying start??

It hurt Sirius. Seeing your loved one crying like that. Of course, he had several injuries on his body, but nothing compared to the pain he had in his heart.

So, Lily took her best friend upstairs to help her calm down. Meanwhile, Y/n tried to say something, but the crying wouldn't allow it.

"I-I should stay with him. B-but I can't c-with you. I should…"

"Shii, it's going to be okay" Lily runs her hands through Y/n's wet hair. "Everything's going to be okay..." She takes a deep breath.

••••••••••••••••••••••

Hours had already passed and everyone - almost everyone. They were already asleep.

After Euphemia helped Mont with Sirius and the boys, she went up to the girls' room and comforted Y/n.

The oldest knew about the relationship they had. For the first Christmas they were together, she brought the boy to spend the holiday with them. And it's not like Effy has never met Sirius either, he's her son's best friend.

Euphemia and Lily spent hours comforting Y/n until the Potter girl ended up falling asleep in their lap.

But now, four hours later, she was awake again.

She was sneaking out of her room so she could go to the kitchen for some tea to feel better.

Shifting foot by foot, she reached the room without waking anyone.

Y/n put the electric kettle with water on to heat up while she grabbed the tea bags that were in the upper cupboard in her aunt's kitchen. The scene of Sirius suffering on the couch with his pain still played in her head as she got her tea ready.

Until she felt another breath in the kitchen and quickly turned around, pulling out her wand that was stuck in her hair bun.

"Hey hey, doll. It's me!" The male voice says weakly while standing at the door.

Y/n takes a deep breath when she hears Sirius' voice.

Thus becoming a little embarrassed while the brunette stared at her. Potter began fidgeting with the checkered pajama pants she was wearing, while she waited for him to say something or for the hot water from the kettle to signal that it was ready.

"You wear it" Sirius smiles pointing to his pants and Y/n looks down at his leg.

"A, yeah. Yes. I love them" She says weakly. "They're comfortable and...I feel like I'm close to you." She says the last sentence quietly, but Black hears it.

"Me too. But well, I left mine at home when I escaped here"

Y/n bites her lower lip and looks at the ground, trying not to remember everything he could have suffered until he arrived at her aunt and uncle's house.

"Well, about earlier... y--do you want to talk? We may be apart, but I'm a good listener" She tries to smile, but ends up grimacing.

"It's okay now, Effy helped me with the bandages and the boys distracted me until I fell asleep. But I couldn't sleep anymore."

"I imagine..."

"Well, what about you? I was worried about you" he approaches the counter.

Y/n was in front of the sink, on the other side of the counter as she looked at Sirius. Which was now more visible, due to the weak light that the island provided.

"me?"

"Yeah. You were desperate when you saw me." He swallows hard and Y/n looks away from the mug he was holding.

"Yeah...I...well, yes...it was hard to see you like that. I imagined your mother humiliating you and seeing you so small there, it made my heart break even more" she says weakly and drops a few tears . "I wanted to come help you, but the last few days you just kept me away and I didn't know what to do. And my reaction was that, I didn't want to. I'm sorry" Y/n lowers her head and sheds more tears.

Sirius walks around the counter and stops in front of his lover.

"Hey, you don't need to apologize for anything. I confess that I felt really bad when I realized that I was moving away from you, but I couldn't keep you with me. My family threatened me in every way and said that the next person would be you . I was so shaken that the only thing left for me was to break up with you. I'm sorry for leaving you aside" He lifts Y/n's face with his index finger, while she showed that she was still crying.

"I tried to help you in many ways, but it seemed like something was missing in you"

"What I'm missing is you." Sirius runs his hand over Y/n's cheek.

Y/n looks into Black's gray eyes.

"Siri, I'm so sorry for everything you've been through. I should have been on your side." She says tearfully.

"You're here now, aren't you?! He smiles and places his other hand on Y/n's cheek.

She shakes her head.

"I missed you so much" Y/n confesses.

"Me too" Sirius cries, but still smiles. "I know you're missing me, come get your half soon" Black flirts making Y/n roll her eyes and laugh.

"Not even in this situation can you stop your jokes" she smiles. "but yes, I want my half back."

"Great" Sirius smiles and pulls Y/n into a kiss.

It was as if everything was falling into place again. The kiss felt more passionate and stronger.

One couldn't live without the other and now they realized.

"Promise that you will stay now until death do us part?" Y/n asks when they break away from the kiss.

"Always, doll" Sirius smiles and then pulls his girl into a cozy hug. "I love you so much, my life."

"I love you, my love"

Author: Here below is the song I said in the synopsis👇🏽

103 notes · View notes

starsstuddedsky · 2 years

Text

Jeonghan’s Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling in Love)

reader x jeonghan

summary: your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love

genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, elementary school teacher!jeonghan, f2L, fake relationship

warnings: swearing (jihoon needs soap), one suggestive joke?, mentions of insecurities??? (is that a warning)

wc: 11.2k

a/n: this story (probably obviously) is based on the fact that i have aged out of my parents dental and i still have my wisdom teeth and this gives me anxiety - if you live somewhere with actually decent healthcare what’s it like 😭 (we can call this 100 follower special sure yeah uh huh)

“Marry me.”

You eyed Jeonghan from across the couch. Having been friends with him since childhood, you knew what it looked like when he was going to say something completely insane. The corners of his mouth would turn up (as if even he knew how ridiculous what he was saying was), his eyes would glint with mischief, and when he was really messing with you, he’d sit back and fold his arms.

The thing was, he wasn’t doing any of that now.

It’s only because you knew him so well that you realized he was actually nervous, blinking just a little bit more than usual and popping his knuckles.

“You’re serious?” You finally said.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance as he leaned back against the arm of the couch. “It’s a solution.”

“It’s marriage, Jeonghan,” you said. “It’s not something you do on a whim.”

“It’s not a whim,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I thought it through. You’d be able to get your teeth out without going into debt.” He poked your left cheek, almost to your jaw, as if he could reach your teeth.

“But marriage? That’s like—a whole commitment and everything,” you sputtered. “You don’t just marry someone for insurance!”

He shrugged. “Why not? It’s half the reason I took this job and my wisdom teeth have already been taken out. I need to make full use of it!” He knocked his knee against yours. “We’ll get divorced as soon as your teeth are fine. Don’t you want to do something fun and stupid?”

“Fun and stupid is for people that didn’t lose their parents’ dental insurance,” you said with a sigh that even you knew was dramatic.

“And this is a solution to that!” Jeonghan paused. “You really won’t even consider it?”

You turned to him, seeing how earnest he was. For whatever reason, he really believed in this. “Why? What does this do for you?”

“Contrary to what you and Seokmin think, not everything I do is give and take,” Jeonghan said. He placed a hand on your wrist, warm and familiar. “Yn, you are my best friend, and I want to help. I can help, I have a legitimate solution. If you want.”

For the first time, you actually contemplated it. Fake marrying Jeonghan wouldn’t change anything. He’d still be the idiot you met in elementary school that somehow convinced you for an entire year that humans came from Mars, and who had talked you into joining the Shakespeare Club in high school before abandoning you to join the soccer team. And he’d still be the first person you’d called when your first boyfriend had broken up with you and you needed a shoulder to cry on, the person who kept you up all night so you could write your final paper last minute your senior year, the first person you hugged when you finally graduated college.

“I’m not marrying anyone that doesn’t ask properly,” you said, not quite able to hide your smile. It was quickly wiped away when he slid off the couch, kneeling in front of you and scooping your hands into his. He looked up at you without a hint of a lie, his smile hesitant and nervous.

“Yn, my love.” He paused for dramatic effect. It wasn’t the first time he’d called you ‘my love,’ but it was different when he was immersed in the act of a man in love, making your heart skip a beat. “Would you please consider marrying me?”

You were tempted to say yes right away, your heart beating much louder than it should have considering it was just Jeonghan and not an actual proposal. You opened your mouth to answer, but the door flew open and Mingyu walked in. You whirled around to see him, Jeonghan’s hands still wrapped around yours.

Jeonghan’s roommate clearly had walked in without looking, now frozen with his bag hanging in his hands and one shoe half off. “I can come back.”

“No need!” You said, as he tried unsuccessfully to wiggle his foot back into his shoe. “Jeonghan was just proposing.”

“Oh, is that all,” Mingyu said. You were tempted to keep the joke going but you were a little worried at Mingyu’s frown, a mixture of shock and concern.

“He’s just trying to marry me so that I can get my wisdom teeth out,” you said. “It’s just insurance fraud.”

“Oh, is that all,” Mingyu repeated, sounding rather disappointed. He finally shut the door behind him, tossing his bag into a corner and taking his shoes fully off. “Don’t let me interrupt.” You watched him cross the room, barely glancing at you and Jeonghan, and disappear into his room.

Jeonghan squeezed your hands to get your attention again. “So? How about it?”

You smiled. “Sure. On one condition.”

You would have had a lot more fun if the waiter wasn’t still staring at you. It was starting to get uncomfortable. Since you sat down, you hadn’t felt him look away, his eyes burning into you throughout the entire meal.

You wondered if Jeonghan even noticed, sitting across from you and frowning at the menu. You tapped his foot under the table and he finally looked up and smiled at the man.

“Are you ready for dessert?” The waiter took his eyes off of you and you finally felt like you could breathe again. Some of it was your own fault. As Jeonghan ordered, you decided that it had been your idea and you couldn’t really be mad at him for being oblivious to your discomfort. It wasn’t like you were actually on a date.

“Anything else?” The waiter turned back to you and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. It felt like he was trying to undress you with his eyes. You wished you had worn a jacket and less form-fitting clothes.

Jeonghan reached across the table and squeezed your hand, making the waiter shift his eyes away from you for a moment. You glanced at your fake date and he smiled.

“We’re good, thank you,” you said, not taking your eyes off Jeonghan. You waited until you heard his footsteps leading away before you sighed in relief, letting go of Jeonghan’s hand.

“What is up with that guy?” You muttered.

“We’re almost out of here,” Jeonghan said. “We can bail if you want, though.”

You shook your head. “I want to see the look on his face when we walk out of here.”

Jeonghan laughed. That was why you were best friends. You understood the little voice in his head that whispered about petty comebacks so well because it sounded a lot like yours.

“So,” he said louder. You realized he was starting, fixing any stray hairs that had wandered into your face and sitting up a little straighter. “We’ve been together for a long time.” You nodded, smiling and finding it easy to pretend to hang on to every word as if you were in love. “Yn, you have been by my side through the most important parts of my life. I can’t imagine my future without you in it. Even before we were dating, I always knew it was going to be me and you.”

He paused, stepping out of his chair to kneel on the hard tile floor, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out a box. He opened it, revealing the simple gold band you had picked out together. With his free hand, he found yours, squeezing your fingers gently.

“Yn, will you please marry me?”

Your hand flew to your mouth, as you stood up, sputtering his name, trying to pretend like a flustered date, buying time so you could blink out the real tears in your eyes. Teaching those children was making him too good of a liar.

“Yes,” you finally said. “Of course yes.” His smile was so big as he slid the ring onto your finger that you knew you had the entire restaurant fooled, maybe even yourself. There was applause when he pulled you into a hug, and you wondered if you were supposed to be this excited about a fake marriage.

You caught a glimpse of a uniform out of the corner of your eye and had a terrible idea. You pulled away until your face was only inches away from his, playing with the lapels of his suit jacket while his hands came to rest at your waist as if this were natural.

“You wanna kiss?” You asked softly. You were, perhaps, a little too entertained by how wide his eyes got, his hands suddenly tight. “It’ll be funny,” you said, leaning a little bit closer. “And I think it’ll look really weird if we don’t do it now because it really looks like we’re about to kiss.”

He stared at you, glancing at your lips then back to your eyes. You realized that this was the closest you’d ever been to him, in all your years of friendship. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward, and you closed your eyes.

Just when you were beginning to think he chickened out, you felt his lips on yours, a gentle and chaste kiss that was supposed to end in a heartbeat. Your hands curled into the fabric of his jacket as you leaned closer, chasing him before he could pull away. For a moment, he didn’t react. Then he was kissing you back and you forgot what you were supposed to be worried about.

You were both breathing heavily when he finally pulled away. You felt a little light headed, grateful he didn’t let go of your waist as you tried to remember why you had been kissing your best friend, and why it felt so good.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he said, reaching a hand up to brush some hair out of your face. Right. Marriage. Fake marriage. You finally pushed out of his arms, sitting back in your seat, though you kept your dazed smile.

“Congratulations,” the older couple sitting at the table next to you said. “You two make a lovely young couple.”

“Thank you,” you said.

“Take it from someone who’s been married for fifty-one years,” the man said, “the only right way to do marriage is to find someone that loves you and hold on to them.”

You smiled at them, feeling a little guilty that you weren’t really getting married. You did love Jeonghan, though not in the sense that he meant.

“It’s been fifty two years, dear.”

The man frowned. “No, I counted this morning.”

“Well, you counted wrong.”

You turned back to Jeonghan as they continued to bicker, raising your eyebrows. He smiled, picking up your left hand that now bore the “engagement” ring, running his thumb over your fingers. The kiss was messing with your head, that was why your heart was pounding at such a simple movement.

You sat in idle silence as Jeonghan laced your fingers together and you both eavesdropped on the fighting couple next to you. For a couple moments, it was nice, and you let yourself pretend you really were engaged. You wondered what it would be like to be so certain in your love that you would commit to every day with them. Maybe you were just young, but you couldn’t imagine the strength of that love. Except maybe you could, because you knew for a fact that your future held Jeonghan. And Seokmin, and Seungcheol, and Mingyu, and all of your friends. They were fixtures in your life even if it was a different kind of love.

Jeonghan tapped your hand, bringing you out of your daydream. “Free dessert incoming.” You turned around and saw a waiter, not the one who had been staring at you, carrying a large slice of cake with a candle in it.

“Congratulations!” He said, setting it on the table. “Please enjoy your dessert complimentary as a sign of our hope your love will be everlasting!” His enthusiasm was fake but the free dessert was all you cared about anyways, the entire reason you had Jeonghan propose a second time.

You cut into the cake, excited to see if it really was as good as the reviews said. The fork was halfway to your mouth before you paused, smiling at Jeonghan. He seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, rolling his eyes but opening his mouth. You leaned over the table, delivering the cake directly into his mouth. You tried not to think about his lips as you pulled the fork back, remembering how they felt against yours.

You quickly cut your own piece, focusing on the sweet chocolate. It really was delicious, definitely worth the fake engagement. You savored each bite, not daring to look at Jeonghan for fear of your thoughts betraying you again.

The cake was finished quickly, leaving you full and suddenly nervous with nothing to look at other than Jeonghan. Since when did he make you nervous?

Because you weren’t looking at him, you didn’t notice him lean forward, and nearly jumped when his fingers brushed against your chin, thumb rubbing against the corner of your lips.

“You had some chocolate on your face, idiot,” he said, dropping his hand and leaning back. It’s because you haven’t been on a date in a while, you decided. That’s why the simplest actions from Jeonghan were making your heart flutter.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, trying to see if the waiter carrying a check was headed your way.

You hoped the awkwardness would go away after a few minutes, but even after Jeonghan paid (and stared down the waiter) and you both walked to his car, you couldn’t think of anything to say to break the awkward tension. It was as if you had forgotten everything you had ever spoken about, your mind completely blank.

You sat in the front seat of his car, tapping your fingers on the armrest and looking anywhere but at your best friend. You tried to remember the last time you had been with him and didn’t have anything to say. How did you normally act around him? Make fun of his driving? Tease him about…Well, usually about his lack of a love life but you were definitely not bringing that up now.

You were relieved when his phone rang, saving you from spewing any of the awkward conversation starters you were coming up with. Jeonghan answered with his fancy steering wheel button, making you reminisce about the days when you would have to answer for him. Sometimes you missed his old car, as beat up and shitty as it was.

“You bastard.” You grinned at Jihoon’s greeting.

“Hi, Jihoon, my night is going great, how’s yours?”

“Hi Jihoon!” You said so that he’d know you were there too.

“How dare you fucking leave me?” Jihoon said. “You heartless, spineless, dickless, motherfucker.”

Jeonghan laughed. “I see the dance went well.” You stifled your giggle. You’ve met Jeonghan’s work friends a couple times, though this is the first time you’ve experienced Jihoon’s full wrath (Jeonghan has told you many times how scary the man could be and you’ve seen firsthand that he has not skipped gym day in years).

“I sent Joshua,” Jeonghan said. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Yeah that bastard is next, he switched too,” Jihoon said. “I had to chaperone with motherfucking Seungkwan.”

“Oh come on, it couldn’t have been that bad,” Jeonghan says. “Seungkwan is nice.”

“You better have a good goddamn excuse.” You could hear Jihoon’s glare. “Any second I wasn’t dealing with a kid crying bc they couldn’t get a goddamn muffin or pissed their pants I was listening to that fucking idiot gush about how cute the kids are. I haven’t had a second to hear my own fucking thoughts.”

“Stop laughing!” You said. “Green light, dumbass!” Jeonghan wiped a couple tears from his eyes and stepped on the gas before the cars behind you honked.

“Yn?” Jihoon seemed to finally realize you were there.

“Yeah, I’m with Jeonghan, he’s driving,” you said.

“Are you the reason that motherfucker ditched me tonight?” He asked. You wondered if it was safe to answer the question, but, catching a glimpse of the ring on your finger glinting under the passing streetlight, you realized you had a perfectly good reason.

“Well, we did get engaged,” you said.

Jihoon was silent. Jeonghan’s head whipped to you for a moment before turning back to the road. When you winked at him, it took him a moment to return a smile.

“Took you long enough,” Jihoon finally said.

“It’s not an actual engagement,” Jeonghan said, rolling his eyes at your groan. “Yn just wanted free dessert.”

“You canceled on me because you scammed a restaurant?” Jihoon sounded pissed again.

“We could have kept that going so much longer,” you muttered as Jihoon began to curse him out again. Jeonghan pulled into your driveway, leaving the engine on.

“I’ll see you on Monday, Jihoon,” Jeonghan said.

“Yeah, looking forward to it,” Jihoon said. You frowned as the call disconnected.

“I think he might be planning your murder,” you said.

Jeonghan laughed. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll just call Joshua and make sure he’s there to witness it.”

“I’m pretty sure it’ll just end up being a double homicide,” you said. “Is it weird that I’m a little scared of him?”

“It’s a common reaction,” he said. “You get used to it, especially when you see him with the kids. He’s an entirely different person.”

Just like you, you thought, barely catching yourself before you said it out loud. You saw Jeonghan exactly once at school, picking up a work paper he’d accidentally taken with him when he was grading at your dinner table, and immediately forgot to be mad because you got to spy on him teaching in front of a bunch of eight year olds who were actually listening to him. He might have been your best friend, but even you couldn’t deny the way he could make the entire class burst into giggles with just a wink was at least a tiny bit adorable.

You looked at him now, dark hair getting so long it was falling over his eyes. As he reached a hand back to try (and fail) to tuck it behind his ear, you remembered how they pressed into your waist when you kissed. You pushed the horrible thoughts away, realizing you had been quiet for way too long.

“I’ll go inside now,” you said, opening the door. You turned around as you got out, facing him. “Thank you for indulging me tonight.”

His eyes flitted between the ring on your finger and back to your eyes. “You know I love free food just as much as you.”

You laughed. “Thank you anyways.” You chewed on your lip for a moment before adding, “Seriously, thank you. I… I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He blinked before smiling. “You’d probably let Soonyoung pull out the teeth with pliers.”

“Oh my god, I totally would,” you said, covering your mouth. “You’re saving me from complete mutilation!” You both laughed, though it faded quickly and you found yourself lingering at the door.

“Goodnight, yn,” Jeonghan said softly.

You take a step back, returning his smile. “Goodnight, future husband.” You closed the door on him, though you didn’t miss how he rolled his eyes.

He waited for you to get inside before he finally drove off, headlights flashing in the windows then disappearing as you watched him drive down the street. You stayed standing by the window for too long, staring at the street long after his car was gone.

You found yourself in the front seat of his car again, clutching the piece of paper. It felt… flimsy. You turned to Jeonghan, who had been about to start the engine.

“That was ridiculously easy, right?”

He shrugged. You agreed to dress up today, and Jeonghan had decided to wear a suit which made it very hard for you to look at him and think properly but you were doing your best to ignore that.

“It’s not like it’s a green card marriage,” he said, turning the key and starting the engine. “Plus we’ve been friends for so long I don’t think they’d be able to ask anything we couldn’t answer.”

You sat back against the chair, still unsatisfied for some reason. A courthouse marriage wasn’t exactly romantic, but you reminded yourself this relationship wasn’t romantic. Still, you thought being married would feel different.

“So, what do married people do?” You asked.

“Seatbelt,” Jeonghan said, tapping your leg. You ignored the shivers that traveled down your spine. He turned back to the wheel, though he didn’t put the car into gear until your seatbelt clicked. “I don’t know, get groceries? Run errands?”

“We do that all the time anyways,” you said, frowning.

“You do remember that this is a fake marriage, right?” Jeonghan asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, I am well aware of that. I just thought that this might feel… I don’t know, different.” You held up the piece of paper. “Even if it isn’t actually real, this still legally links us together and that’s kind of monumental.”

“Are you getting nostalgic on me already?”

You stared out the window, watching the trees pass by. Maybe you were. You couldn’t help but remember when Jeonghan first got his license, six months before you could get yours. You spent so much time in the passenger seat of that rundown vehicle, seeing him nearly every day.

You both had grown up. Well, Jeonghan had, with an actual adult job (complete with benefits!). You were still working a part time job and struggling to figure out what you wanted and spending every day terrified that you might never find out what that is. Sitting in his front seat, you wondered if you would ever know.

“I don’t know,” you finally said. “I just want to do something fun today.”

“Don’t tell me you want to scam another poor restaurant,” Jeonghan said. “We’ll never be able to go there again.”

“I didn’t say anything like that!” You said.

“Then what is something fun?” Jeonghan asked. It was a Monday and he had gone straight from work to the courthouse. You realized he was probably tired and wanted to go home and be done with the day.

“Laying in bed and taking a nap?”

“We’ve been married for like twenty minutes and you’re already trying to get me in bed?” Jeonghan whistled. “That’s low even for you.”

You smacked his arm. “I literally said taking a nap.”

“Well if you’re not going to suggest anything, then I will,” he said. You frowned at him, but it quickly turned into a grin when you heard his suggestion.

An hour later you were wearing cheap plastic armor and held a phaser to your chest. You glared at Jeonghan from across the room. He raised his eyebrows and you knew he was saying, good luck with that.

It had been a little concerning how quickly you and Jeonghan were able to round up friends for laser tag. It was always a struggle to find a date to meet up with everyone but a random Monday afternoon and a last minute invitation somehow managed to bring over half your friends together.

On your team was Seungcheol, Jun, and Chan, while Jeonghan had Mingyu, Jihoon, and Soonyoung. A fair enough split, in your opinion (you learned years ago that as long as Jeonghan and Seungcheol weren't on the same team it was fair). Chan and Jihoon would both have to prove themselves, the only two invited that hadn’t been friends with you and Jeonghan since high school.

The “safety instructor,” a kid that couldn’t be older than seventeen, finally finished explaining the rules and the group split up on opposite sides of the arena to begin the battle.

“Okay, listen up,” Seungcheol said, rounding the group up. His competitiveness hadn’t changed since high school. “I’ll die before I lose to Mingyu and Jeonghan. Keep your eye out for them, Soonyoung is Soonyoung, we don’t have to worry about him, but Jihoon is a wildcard and I don’t trust him, he looks like he’s wielded a gun before.”

“Is it really this deep?” Chan asked you a little too loud. Seungcheol rounded on him.

“Listen up kid,” he said, ignoring Chan’s protest that he was only a couple years younger. “This is about honor. Respect. This is war, and I’ll be damned if I lose.”

“Did he watch Braveheart last night or something?” Jun whispered in your ear. You shrugged, adrenaline already pumping through your veins. It had been so long since you’ve gotten to do something fun.

“Alright, yn and I should split up since we’re the only ones who have a chance at taking down Jeonghan, so Chan, you’re with me, Jun either stick to yn or find high ground.”

Chan yelped as Seungcheol dragged him to the far entrance. “Why am I with you?”

“I don’t trust you not to die,” Seungcheol said.

“Dude, we met today,” Chan said.

You glanced between Jun and the bickering boys. “Should I save him?”

He shrugged. “He looks like he can handle it.”

“You’re still mad that he finished the popcorn when I invited him to movie night.”

“If he can handle Seungcheol’s wrath he can be invited again,” Jun said. “Otherwise I don’t trust your ‘work friend.’”

“Oh my god, I can have friends other than you guys,” you said, pushing him to the middle entrance. “Go be a sniper, I don’t want to deal with your sulking more than I’ve already had to put up with.”

Jun laughed, letting himself get pushed into position as you took the opposite side, already mapping out your plan of attack. From the little map they gave you, it hadn’t changed much since the last time you had been here, though it had been years. You smiled, remembering the last time you had dominated the competition. Jeonghan had been on your team that time, and there was a huge argument about whether that team was unfair.

You took a deep breath as the countdown dropped to five seconds. You had a reputation to uphold and a husband to destroy.

Three.

Two.

One.

You were moving as soon as the doors opened, blinking through the machine-generated fog and advancing down the right side of the arena, to where you knew an outpost would be. You could hear Jun’s light footsteps in the catwalks above you, though they soon vanished as he turned to the middle of the map.

You peered into the darkness, looking for any flash of the green light that signified your enemy but found nothing. You got to the tower, pulsing white light that you shot down before it could damage you. Your armor blinked once, twice, then faded, and a two minute timer began counting down on your phaser. Two minutes of invisibility. You grinned.

You crept along the side, taking extra care to be quiet. Finally, you caught your first glimpse of a victim, a flash of green light a few paths to your left. You ducked behind a pillar to follow, stepping out and taking a shot. Your phaser buzzed with victory, and you darted back before your victim could spot you and expose your invisibility.

You moved quickly, glancing at your phaser to see you had gotten Soonyoung. An easy kill, but it made you smile anyways. You were nearly across the arena now, and decided to climb up and see if you could get a better angle for the arena. You knew there was another outpost nearby and heard the unmistakable clanging of someone fighting it. After a couple seconds it stopped, and you guessed it meant someone else had a power too.

From above, you spotted another green light, taking the shot before it could vanish and feeling the satisfaction of another buzz. You heard Jihoon curse and smiled, ducking behind a wall before he could see you.

“Fuck you, yn,” he said.

“Language!” You called back, laughing as he cursed at you again.

You started to cross a bridge but froze when Jun appeared from the other side, pointing behind him.

“Jeonghan has unlimited ammo,” he said, ducking behind a barrier. You step behind a wall just as Jeonghan comes into sight. He didn’t see you, but he must have known you were nearby from Jun’s warning.

“Oh yn,” he called in a sing-song voice. “I know you’re out there.” You still had a chance. He knew you were there, but he didn’t know that you were invisible (for 30 more seconds), which meant he was looking for a blue light. You figured it would give you a couple seconds of surprise and maybe you’d get a good shot off before him.

You heard Jun groan as he got shot and knew this was your only chance. You stepped out raising your phaser before you spotted him, aiming at nothing- nothing- nothing- then at the bright green light at the end of his phaser as he turned to face you.

You didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

You felt the buzz of your phaser and cheered as Jeonghan’s armor blinked.

“All these years and you still can’t beat me,” you said with a laugh, crossing the bridge to gloat over him. He rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re using the same strategies,” he said. You passed him, walking backwards because you didn’t dare turn your back on him.

“And yet they still work!” You grinned, until you felt a new buzz, your armor blinking. You whipped around, finally finding Jihoon standing below you with a smirk.

“Oh fuck you,” you said. You ignored the laughter you heard from both Jihoon and Jeonghan, retreating to hide until your armor recovered and you were back in the game.

You could hear Seungcheol and Chan bickering from somewhere to your right, followed by Mingyu’s shout as they apparently managed to take him down. Once your armor was glowing blue again, you ventured out, taking extra care to be aware of your surroundings. You stayed on the floor, making sure to check above you for any green light.

You were able to take out Soonyoung two more times, Mingyu once, and you nearly got Jihoon a second time but Jun got to him first. Though there was only a minute and a half of the game left, you were determined to catch Jeonghan one more time, listening for his laugh, then for his coughing as the fog machines billowed out giant clouds.

You were all the way around to the entrance you had come in through, the fog making it difficult to see any farther than a couple feet in front of you, which seemed like a safety hazard to you. You moved slowly, trying to pick out any light in the darkness.

“Hands up.” His voice came from behind you. You cursed, raising your hands in the air. “Turn around.”

“Just shoot me already,” you said.

“I want to see your face when I beat you,” he said. “Come on.”

You turned to face Jeonghan, rolling your eyes at his satisfied smile. “Are you going to shoot me yet?”

“No, I’m going to enjoy this moment,” he said. You knew he was running down the clock so that you had less time to get revenge. It didn’t make it any less annoying.

“You’d really shoot me?” You gave him your best betrayed look. “When we were married today? Only a few hours ago?”

“Save it, you didn’t hesitate when you shot me,” he said, phaser trained at your chest where the blue light gleamed. You caught a glimpse of something behind him, a flash of blue light.

“I regretted that,” you said, stifling a laugh. “Give me a chance to redeem myself.”

Jeonghan paused and for a moment you thought he was actually considering it, eyes turning soft. “Fat chance-”

His armor buzzed and flashed.

“Who the-”

You bursted into laughter with Seungcheol as Jeonghan turned to face him. You had caught a glimpse of him while begging for your life and somehow managed to keep your face straight until he was in range. Chan trailed behind him, smiling but looking slightly concerned at the pure glee that you and Seungcheol shared.

Jeonghan glared at you, turning the corner without a word as you high-fived Seungcheol.

“I owe you,” you said.

“Ready to hunt down the rest of them?” He cocked his head to the arena. “We still have a minute.”

“Sure, I could go for a new record with Soonyoung,” you said.

“Take the right side again, Chan go up and meet up with Jun, I’ll take the left,” Seungcheol said. Chan saluted him, though you didn’t miss him shaking his head as he climbed the stairs. He’d fit right in.

You got Mingyu one more time just before the timer ran out, then all of the lights on your armor flickered and turned off, the arena lights turning on. You grinned at him, bumping your shoulder into his.

“You nearly got me that time,” you said.

“Whatever,” he said. “I still don’t think it’s fair that you got to team with Seungcheol.”

“Would you rather me and Jeonghan were together again?”

Mingyu hesitated. When you turned to face him, his brow was furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“You and Jeonghan are really married?”

You held up your left hand, gold band still sitting. You hadn’t taken it off since the night he proposed. “Apparently.”

Mingyu was quiet as you walked beside him, still frowning.

“Okay, spill.”

“Spill?”

“Whatever’s wrong,” you said. “Clearly you don’t approve of me and Jeonghan, so tell me why.”

“It’s complicated,” he said with a sigh. You stopped him just before the exit.

“Jeonghan said it was fine, but if it’s messing up something in his life, I want to know.” You waited until he met your eyes. “He’s my best friend, you know I wouldn’t want to do anything that hurts him.” Mingyu stared at his feet and didn’t answer you.

“Is there someone else? Someone he should be dating for real?” You were surprised at how difficult it was to say, the words leaving a foul taste in your mouth.

Mingyu tilted his head. “Something like that.”

It was your turn to frown. Jeonghan had dated plenty of people before and it had never bothered you. You even liked most of them, until things inevitably went wrong. Why did the idea of him having feelings for someone feel so… wrong?

“Oh.”

“Are you lost?” You heard Seungcheol shout. You followed Mingyu out, trying to find your smile again. Even when you saw your name at the top of the leaderboard, it was hard to really smile.

“As expected,” you forced yourself to gloat over Jeonghan, dropping beside him on the bench. He was taking off his armor, and didn’t react to your shoulder pressed against his.

“You’ll get ‘em next time, champ,” you said, patting his knee. He shook his head, watching Seungcheol and Mingyu argue.

“Hey,” you said. He turned to face you, and maybe it was the way the sunlight filtering through the windows made him glow or maybe it was just the way he looked at you, but you forgot what you were going to say.

“What is it?” He asked with a little frown.

You blinked, trying to push the weird feelings away. “You’re a simp.”

Jeonghan scoffed. “Since when?”

“Since you had an easy shot and let me live,” you said. “Seriously, marriage has made you soft.”

“You think that’s why I didn’t shoot?” He asked. He laughed at your frown. “Oh, yn,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you close to him. “You may have won the game and you may have beaten me, but you betrayed your husband, and for that you at least owe me dinner.”

“You’re so full of it,” you said, but you didn’t push him off. “You would have executed me.”

“I’m hurt,” he said, patting his chest. “You shot me, right here. It still hurts, I’d never do that to you!”

You rolled your eyes but you leaned into his embrace, tucking your head onto his shoulder. You remembered what Mingyu said, about his heart belonging to someone else and it sent a pang through your heart. Whoever that person was, they were going to be very lucky. Once you got out of the way.

Your teeth hurt. Actually, your whole face ached. You struggled to open your eyes, finally managing to pry them open only to squint them closed because the lights were so bright.

“Ah, you’re awake,” a calm voice said. You frowned at the blurry shape standing over you. “I’ll get your pick-up person.” The nice voice disappeared, leaving you to blink alone.

They weren’t gone for long, returning with another figure that was familiar.

“Jeonghan!” You tried to say, except there was gross stuff in your mouth making it difficult to make sounds.

“Hey toothless,” he said, stopping beside you. He glanced at the nice-voice, who you were pretty sure was some sort of nurse since they were wearing bright green scrubs, then picked up your hand and held it. “How are you feeling?”

“Mouf hurt,” you said. Jeonghan laughed, squeezing your hand.

“We’ll get out of here and pick up your prescription, how’s that sound?”

You nodded. You couldn’t tell if the tingly feeling spreading through your body was the anesthesia wearing off or from Jeonghan beside you. You stared at him, studying his face, eyebrows, nose, jawline, everything. Had he always been so handsome?

You didn’t turn away when he caught you staring. He seemed to think it was funny, smiling down at you. Since when was his smile so sweet?

The nice-voice nurse returned. “Okay, yn, you should be good to go, we just have a little paperwork for your husband to fill out.”

“Huthband?” You tried to say. “I don’t have a huthband.”

The nurse laughed. “I’m sure you can’t forget marrying someone like him.” You followed their finger, pointing at Jeonghan.

You frowned at him for a moment, then laughed. “Jeonghan ithn’t my huthband.”

You frowned at him as he shook his head, patting your hair. “I guess we know how well you handle anesthesia, dear.”

Dear? You kept staring at him but the nurse handed him paperwork and he seemed to think that meant it was the end of the conversation. He let go of your hand to fill out, which made you frown even more, reaching a hand to rest on his arm. He glanced at you and shook his head at your pout.

He scribbled on the paper, frowning a couple times but finally put the clipboard down, turning to you. He smiled at you, a warm, fond smile. Is that how married people looked at each other? You tried to return it but your swollen, gauze-filled mouth made it impossible.

“Let’s go,” he said, returning his hand to yours. You let him pull you to your feet, leaning into his shoulder until the dizziness passed, and then you kept leaning on him because it felt nice. He didn’t protest, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and gently massaging your shoulder as you left the suite. He handed the clipboard to the nurse with a smile.

“I see you’ve remembered your husband,” they said, winking at you. You glanced between Jeonghan and the nurse. You remembered Jeonghan—he was the boy who sat next to in second grade that never shut up about the World’s Worst Jokes (literally, it was his favorite book), the boy you finally decided to call a friend in fifth grade after he helped you catch up your schoolwork because you missed a week with strep throat. He was the boy you were no longer allowed to pair up in assignments with in middle school after you were dubbed the ‘demon duo’ by all your teachers (it was affectionate, but the Lollipop Incident of seventh grade could not be forgotten), the boy you followed around all through high school because your senses of humor just matched.

You remembered spending countless university nights beside that boy as he kept you awake until your essays were finished, more than once saving you from the back pain of sleeping slumped over a table by forcing you into a bed. That boy had been your roommate, until a year and a half ago, spending nearly every second at your side, bickering with you about how many holes are in a straw and holding you while you cried over everything from bad grades to heartbreaks.

You thought you would definitely remember marrying that boy.

“I couldn’t ever forget him,” you finally said. You wished your words weren’t turned to mush by your mouth. You looked up at Jeonghan, who was smiling down at you again, squeezing your shoulder.

He thanked the nurse, pulling you outside. You waited until the doors shut before lifting your head off his shoulder. “Are you sure we're married?”

He laughed at your frown. “Last time I checked.” He lifted your left hand and held it with his own, matching gold bands knocking against each other.

“Such boring rings,” you said. It was a lie; you loved the simplicity. It just seemed right for you and Jeonghan.

“I’m never going to let you live this down,” Jeonghan muttered with a crooked smile. He walked you all the way to his car, letting go of your shoulder to open the car door for you. It was strange to see him opening doors for you, but maybe you really had forgotten dating and marriage, and maybe this was normal. You fell into the seat, exhausted from the short walk, barely working up the energy to pull your seatbelt across your shoulders.

You felt fingers brush against your forehead and you opened your eyes to see Jeonghan brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes. He held your gaze, fingers lingering on your brow.

“Get some rest,” he whispered. “I’ll pick up your prescription and take you home.” You nodded, the movement finally causing him to drop his fingers. You could feel the ghost of their light touch against your brow, just as you could still feel his fingers laced with yours, even as you watched him drive, both hands gripping the steering wheel.

You closed your eyes, resting your heavy head against the seat. You were not going to fall asleep, your mouth hurt too much for that, but for once Jeonghan seemed to be avoiding the potholes so it was at least a smooth ride. You wanted to ask him about your marriage, about how you could forget crossing the line between friends and lovers.

Somehow when you opened your eyes, he was on your street. You definitely remembered him moving out, so why was he taking you back here?

“If we’re married, why are we going back here?” You asked as he pulled into the driveway.

Jeonghan fought another smile. “Are you asking me to move in together?”

“No, I’m asking why married people don’t live together,” you said. He left the car, walking around to your side and helping you out. You leaned on him again as he walked you to the door, feeling exhausted.

“Maybe we don’t have a happy marriage,” he said nonchalantly. He pulled the keys, your keys, out of his pocket and let himself in, half-carrying you to your room. “I mean, you literally forgot we are married.”

You shook your head as you crawled under your blankets. “No, I don’t think so. I’m really happy we’re married.”

He pulled the blankets over you, tucking you in. “Why’s that?” He paused over you, dark hair falling into his eyes again as he looked down on you.

“I really like you,” you said. He leaned over you, and all you wanted was to melt into those beautiful brown eyes, but your eyelids were getting heavier with each heartbeat. The last thing you remembered was Jeonghan pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You watched Jeonghan at the bar. He was getting drinks but he had been stopped by some girl whose name you couldn’t quite remember. You turned to look at the dance floor; Jeonghan could talk to whoever he wanted, you didn’t have any right to care.

The rest of your friends were scattered around the dance floor at different tables, being normal humans and socializing. Mingyu had tried to drag you into a conversation, but Eun Woo was at the table and there was no way you would deign to be anywhere near that man.

However, that left you alone at the table your group had claimed when you arrived together, watching everyone else having fun. Names floated around your head, occasionally matching the faces of the people wandering around. Thankfully, no one you didn’t know came to say hi.

Just last year you had been excited to go to your first high school reunion, tracking down all of your friends and making sure they kept the night free. That had been before you realized everyone else had grown up and gotten adult jobs, leaving you and your part time job to feel tiny and more than a little bit like a failure.

Your friends got their revenge and dragged you to this year’s reunion. The worst part was, you were stuck. Because of the incident last year (which had nothing to do with you and Jeonghan and the intercom system), your former student body president (turned CEO) decided it would be best to host your reunion at a hotel under the guise of promoting safe drinking habits. They’d booked rooms for everyone and even had free (cheap) beer. You’d be impressed, if you weren’t suspicious that half the funds were from the embezzling scandal you’d heard his company had gotten caught in.

You found Seungcheol chatting with a couple members of the baseball team. You debated joining him, but they were probably reminiscing about the games they’d played and you’d only gone to a few, so you doubted you’d be able to really contribute to the conversation.

Seokmin and Soonyoung hadn’t left the dance floor since you arrived, though that surprised no one. The only difference between high school and now was that the alcohol in their system was legal. You were much too sober to think about joining them. Plus it had only been a couple weeks since your surgery, and though you were technically allowed to do physical activity, you used any excuse you could to avoid the chaos of Seokmin and Soonyoung on the dance floor. They were a hazard to society.

You stood, seeing Jun walking towards his ex, but Mingyu roped him into his conversation. You glared at Eun Woo, as you were now standing awkwardly.

A quick glance told you that Jeonghan was still stuck in line at the bar, still chatting with the same girl. Not that it bothered you. Maybe you should join him.

You took a step, but a voice made you freeze. “Who left you all alone?” You spun, finding Minghao standing in front of you, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket. He managed a nonchalant expression until you threw yourself in his arms.

“You came?” You half shouted with your arms around his neck.

He laughed, catching you before you toppled him over. “Miss me?”

“Don’t even joke! Of course I did! You left me with a bunch of idiots!” You took a step back, though you didn’t let go of his hands. Minghao. He’d gone abroad after high school and never came back, leaving a hole in the friend group that could never be replaced. Mingyu liked to call it losing the only braincell you had ever known.

He caught your left hand, lifting it and raising his eyebrows at the gold band. “I will confess that part of the reason I came was to see if the rumor Seokmin was raving about was true.”

You let go of his hands, leaning against your seat. “Yeah… A lot has happened since you left.”

“Clearly.” Minghao raised his eyebrow. He scanned the room, picking out your friends, pausing at Jeonghan at the bar before turning back to you. “It’s good, though. I’m, and don’t you dare make fun of me, happy for you.”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, Jeonghan has things figured out. Like, he has the stability that you need, he’s got a real-life job and everything, and he’s just good for you.”

What had Seokmin told Minghao? Did he think you were married for real?

“I’m not saying that you need to change or anything,” Minghao said quickly. “I just think it’s good for you to be with someone that isn’t… figuring out his life still.”

“Yeah,” you said. You slid into your chair, trying not to think about how even though Minghao lived thousands of miles away, he could still see you struggling.

“I can’t believe you didn’t invite me to the wedding,” he said, still standing beside you.

“Oh, we just had a courthouse thing,” you said. You don’t know why you didn’t tell him the full truth. “It wasn’t a big thing.”

“Well, when you have the real party, I better be invited.”

Despite feeling like your heart had been crumpled into a ball, you rolled your eyes. “Minghao, you’ll be my best man.”

He nodded. “I’d better be.” You managed a few more minutes of small talk before he slipped away to find the rest of your friends.

His words rang through your head. Maybe you really shouldn’t be with Jeonghan, fake or not. Minghao was right, he had his life figured out; as much as he complained about his job, you knew he loved the kids and he was going to spend the rest of his life teaching. You could barely decide on what to wear every morning. Figuring out your future was something you just weren’t ready for.

You liked Jeonghan. You knew that. You remembered your anesthesia induced dream, where you managed to tell him your feelings, the soft kiss he placed on your forehead, but it was just a dream. He didn’t feel the same way, no matter how much you wished it could be true. There was someone else he pined for, and if it was anything like the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm you now, you couldn't help but pity him.

Your feelings didn’t matter, you decided as you watched Minghao join Soonyoung and Seokmin with a backflip in the middle of the dance floor. You wouldn’t mess up Jeonghan’s life any further. You would ask for a divorce. Tomorrow.

Jeonghan finally returned, setting a drink in front of you and laying an arm over your shoulders. “Bear with me,” he whispered into your ear, lips almost brushing against your ear. “I can’t remember her name but she’s been flirting with me all night and even when I told her we’re married, she wouldn’t leave me alone, so, you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night.”

You nodded. You hoped you were looking serenely on your friends, but Jeonghan gently tapped your arm until you turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Tired.” It wasn’t technically a lie. You were tired, but that wasn’t why you didn’t want to be here.

He pulled his chair a little closer, resting his chin on his shoulder. You knew he was just putting on a show to drive away girl-whose-name-was-a-mystery and that the way he was looking at you now wasn’t real. It didn’t make it any easier to bear his gaze.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled, eyes twinkling with the familiar glint that you knew meant trouble. “You want to get out of here?”

You felt your face flush. “Stop joking around.”

He cocked his head and you followed it to where the girl (whose name you thought started with a S) was still eyeing Jeonghan. “If we disappear into a hotel room for a couple hours maybe she’ll get the point.” He’s right, but you can’t stop yourself from imagining what he was implying, making your blush deepen.

“You said you’re tired, you can just hide up there for the rest of the night if you want,” he said, apparently not noticing your embarrassment. “Or you can sit here and avoid everyone for the rest of the night and we can pretend like that girl isn’t eye-fucking me.”

“Let’s go,” you said, standing. Jeonghan took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your hand that sent shivers up your arm before tugging you across the room, playing the part of a lovesick husband perfectly. You weren’t as good, but you kept your eyes on him and found your smile wasn’t as hard to force as you expected, letting him pull you back into his embrace as you passed through the doors. You cast one glance at S, who looked rather offended. You grinned at her as the doors swung shut, winking even though she probably couldn’t see it from across the room.

Though the show was just for her, it wasn’t until you were alone in the elevator that he finally disentangled himself from you. “Looks like it went pretty well.”

You nodded, staring at your feet rather than facing Jeonghan at your side or in the mirrored walls of the elevator. “She looked sufficiently shut up.”

The doors dinged open and you followed Jeonghan. “We’re rooming together, by the way.” Seungcheol had been in charge of the rooms, setting everyone with roommates and even dropping off bags. There was no reason to think that he would mess anything up.

No reason until now.

“There’s only one bed,” you said in a tiny voice. The door clicked shut behind you, Jeonghan at your side. You stood in the hotel room, bathroom door to your left, closet to your right, king sized bed right in the middle. “I’m going to kill Seungcheol.”

“Actually, it was probably Mingyu,” Jeonghan said, sounding not nearly as unsettled as he should have been. “He called about our rooms and probably mentioned we were married. People I don’t even know were talking to me about it.”

“I’m going to kill them both.”

“It’ll be fine,” he said. “It’s not like it’s the first time.” He’s right, you had shared a bed before, when you were thirteen, and there were four other people shoved onto the bed because having twenty people in one sleepover meant you slept where there was space. “If it really bothers you, I’ll sleep on the floor, or crash with Mingyu and Seungcheol.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s fine, they’ll just make fun of me, and you’re right, it’s not like it's the first time.” No, it was nothing like then. Your heart didn’t pound when he was next to you back then, you never looked at him and wished what was fake could be real.

You flopped onto the bed, legs dangling off the side as you laid on your back. Your heart was beginning to ache thinking about Jeonghan, so you thought about what Minghao said instead. Most of the time you could pretend you were okay with watching everyone you knew move on with their lives and grow into actual adults, but a night like tonight made you feel small. Insignificant. You were yn. Just yn, and normally that was enough, but not tonight.

You felt the bed dip as Jeonghan sat next to you. “Do you want to talk about it?” Of course he knew something was wrong. You turned your head towards him, studying his frown which had concern etched into every crease on his forehead.

You didn’t think you were choked up, but when you said, “No,” in a tiny voice, tears were suddenly threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You turned your head away from Jeonghan, sure that you would fold under his gaze and start crying.

“You should just go back down,” you said. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, voice gentle but firm. “You’re stuck with me.” You felt a tear slip away, angrily wiping it off the side of your face. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I won’t leave you alone, yn. I—I won’t.”

Why? Why did he have to be so kind, and sweet, and loving, and the perfect best friend, fake fiancee, fake husband? Why did he make it so hard to do anything but love him?

Love wasn’t fair, you always knew that, but it felt cruel now. You couldn’t stop the tears now, turning fully on your side though it was too late to hide them from Jeonghan. He slid next to you, pulling you off the mattress and into his arms, and you knew it was dumb to sob into the arms of the very person that was making you cry but you did it anyway because maybe that’s what you were doomed to suffer. You clung to him, even as your heart was breaking.

You woke up to the sun in your eyes. You frowned as you opened your eyes, blinking against the light. Usually you closed your blinds so that you could sleep in. It took another moment for you to remember that you were in a hotel room, not your bed at home. That didn’t explain why Jeonghan was wrapped around you, his arm acting as your pillow. Your frown deepened as you met his eyes, finding him staring down at you.

“Why are we cuddling?”

He snorted. “I should be asking you that, since I clearly remember telling you this is my side of the bed last night.” You lifted your head off of him enough to see that you had indeed crossed onto his side. But he wasn’t innocent either, with one arm tucked under your head and the other wrapped around your waist, holding your bodies together. You decided not to mention it because you didn’t want him to let go just yet.

“How long have you been up?” You asked with a yawn.

He shrugged, shoulder lifting your head. “I don’t know, maybe twenty minutes?”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You said, gently slapping his chest.

“You looked peaceful,” he said. You looked at him, peering down at you with a soft smile. The morning sunlight that fell through the window cast a halo around him, making his dark hair glow. There was something in his gaze, something you had seen so many times but suddenly felt new, and for the first time you let yourself wonder what it would be like if your feelings weren’t unrequited. Maybe you were still dazed from waking up, but you thought maybe it wouldn’t be very different from how he was with you now.

“Jeonghan,” you said slowly. “Mingyu mentioned something to me.”

“Oh boy.”

“About you.” Your heart was pounding as you forced the next words out. “About how there’s someone that you want to date. For real.”

He was quiet, though he didn’t break your gaze. Finally, he said, “Yes.”

It took all of the courage you had in you to say, “Who?”

He stared at you and because it was Jeonghan, you knew he was trying to figure out what to say. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to get the words out. The longer it took the more your heart sank.

“We should get divorced,” you said, turning your head to stare at the window, the wall, anything but those damn eyes. “Teeth have been successfully removed, I’m not in debt, and there’s no other reason to stay married.” Especially not when there’s someone else. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to say it.

You peeked at Jeonghan and found you couldn’t decipher the frown on his face. It felt wrong to not know what he was thinking. But maybe it was your own fault. You had been keeping things from him yourself, bottling up the emotions and pretending the love you felt wasn’t head over heels idiocy. You couldn’t be hurt that he was so far away when you had built the distance yourself.

“I love you,” you whispered. “I’m in love with you. I know that there’s someone else, and I’m not saying this to try to win you over or anything, but I think you should know. That I love you.”

You’ve seen Jeonghan speechless three times in your life. The first was in elementary school when he was wrongfully accused of stealing candy from the teacher, the first time he found out there were consequences for his “harmless” pranks. The second was when his girlfriend dumped him, the only time in your entire life that he didn’t tell you what happened. This was the third time, opening his mouth and trying to answer but unable to get any words out.

“I’m an idiot, I know,” you said. “Who falls in love with their fake husband?” Even as the final stake was driven into your heart, you tried to joke. You started to push off his chest, fully prepared to run away and avoid Jeonghan for the rest of your life, but his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer.

“It’s you,” he sputtered. “There’s no one else, it’s you that I want to be with, that I want to date, that I want to marry, one day. Yn, I have loved you for so long, I don’t know what to do, so please, just give me a second?”

It was your turn to be speechless. “It’s me?”

He laughed, face finally breaking into a wide smile. “Of course it’s you, who else could it be?”

“Maybe one of those moms that Mingyu says are always flirting with him, or one of your coworkers, or anyone that’s ever met you because, seriously, how could anyone not be in love with you?” You rested your head back onto his shoulder.

“Well, it’s you. It’s always you.” He leaned a little closer, brushing his nose against yours. You swallowed, remembering your first kiss with him. You wondered if your second kiss would be as good.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked when he didn’t move any closer. He nodded, though the movement caused your lips to brush against one another. You leaned into it, arm snaking from his chest to his neck, feeling his hand digging into your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer. You don’t know how long the kiss was, feeling like a lifetime had passed when you finally pulled away.

“Not quite as good as the first time, but it’ll do,” you said, grinning at Jeonghan’s frown. “You have stinky breath.”

“You have stinky breath,” he said, “But if you’re talking about the restaurant, that wasn’t our first kiss.”

You thought back, trying to remember any other kiss. There was none during your fake marriage (other than the anesthesia-induced dream that you were beginning to think might have been real) and nothing had ever happened before that. Except…

“When we were twelve?” You laughed. “That does not count.”

“A kiss is a kiss,” he said. “In fact, I remember you saying it was your first kiss.”

You slapped his chest. “It was your first kiss too!”

“So you admit it!” Jeonghan was laughing, clinging to you as you pretended to push him away. He wrapped both arms around your waist, tucking his chin onto your shoulder. He waited until you met his eyes. “I love you.”

You kissed his nose. “I love you, too.” You didn’t run away when he pulled you close again, sliding cold fingers to the back of your neck and pressing his forehead to yours. You were certain he was going to kiss you again.

“We really do need to get divorced, though,” you said, laughing when he sighed. “I want to do things in the right order, date you for real.” You kissed him again, just because you could, watching the smile quickly return to his face when you pulled away.

“I do want to marry you, one day,” you said, resting your head against the pillow for the first time. You held up your left hand, studying the way the gold caught the morning light and seemed to glow.

“You better not say that in front of Joshua,” Jeonghan said. “He’s had our wedding planned since he found out I was in love with you.”

“Wait, he knows?” You frowned at him. “How long have you been in love with me?”

Jeonghan’s eyes wandered to the ceiling as he scratched the back of his head. “Been in love? No idea. Too long. But when I realized, we were still living together, and ever since then I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you.”

“That’s why you moved out?” You wrapped your arm around his waist, tucking yourself onto his side.

He nodded. “I needed to know if I was actually in love or just spending too much time with you.” He played with your hair. “I am in love with you. And I’m sorry I was too much of a coward to say it sooner.”

You found yourself staring at the ring again. It was such a simple thing, just a band of gold that you and Jeonghan had agreed on with the intent to return it when the ruse was up. You really had only gotten them because you were worried someone might call out the insurance fraud.

“I don’t want to take it off,” you confessed.

“Then don’t,” Jeonghan said softly. When you looked at him, he was without his usual smirk, eyes serious.

“Five minutes and you’re already proposing?” You asked.

“Well, I already got you into bed,” he said with a grin. “But seriously, I don’t want to take off my ring. I’m going to marry you, someday.”

“I think that sounds nice,” you said, tucking your head back onto his chest. “So, Joshua is our wedding planner? Do we really trust him?”

“You know, if you told me a year ago, I would have said ‘fuck no,’ but he’s dedicated. He has a pinterest and everything, a color scheme, a list of the best rated bakeries and catering services, photographers, videographers, venues, anything you can think of, he has it. I can’t prove it, but I swear he has a date reserved already.” Jeonghan continued to describe his friend’s vision for your wedding, but you found yourself staring at him, watching him talk.

Jeonghan has been by your side for most of your life, your best friend. You knew everything about him, from the way he liked his tea to his obsession with tiny utensils. Still, being friends and being lovers were two very different things. You should have been scared at how much was going to change, but in the little bubble of your hotel room and the magical glow of the morning sun, you felt nothing but hope.

a/n2: thank you for reading!!! I hope you had fun, I truly love this story <3 enjoy this meme I found after i came up with the idea and couldn’t find anywhere to throw it into

a/n3: i am incapable of letting this story go so here are some snippets of stuff that didn’t make it into the story/after the ending 1 //

#🌟 stars galaxy #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt #svt reader #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #reader x jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #svt jeonghan #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan angst #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen fluff

2K notes · View notes

th3secr3th1story · 9 months

Note

getou reacting to you having a mental breakdown/crying

geto reacting to a breakdown

of course, thank you for the request! hope you're ok

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst ig, first time writing in present tense wheww yazan dont fuck it up..., soft!geto, reader is stresseddd about life, crying, established relationship, no prns used, if u see any typos IM SORRY. i proofread but it's late and im tired!

words: 1,026

some days are harder than others. ups and downs are normal (and expected), but knowing that doesn't make difficult times any easier to manage.

you're a strong student, there's no doubt in that. you consistently perform well in all your assessments, sparring sessions, and missions, but sometimes it feels like the better you perform the better you're expected to do.

that day, geto is able to tell something is off. you didn't participate as often as you usually do in class, your typically composed expression seemed strained, you ate your lunch slower than usual, and despite beating him in a fight, you seemed less focused.

"are you okay?" he asks as the two of you walk down the hallway, turning your face gently to look at him.

"yeah, just didn't sleep too well last night," you smile, kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand before quickly heading off to the bathroom.

despite being in a relationship with geto for over a year now, vulnerability is still challenging. not to say you've never confided in him, since there's no one you trust more, but putting thoughts into words never comes easy.

you don't know how you make it through your last class. just the thought of all your homework, your upcoming mission, the fact that it's only october, if you're really going to be risking your life for a living--you can't wait for the school day to be over.

once the final bell rings, you gather your things and leave the class, not stopping to thank the teacher or say bye to your friends as you normally do.

"what's up with y/n today?" gojo questions.

that confirms geto's suspicions. something is wrong, and he's ready to help.

once you reach the dorm, you shut the door and flop down onto the bed with a sigh.

"is it always going to be like this?" you wonder, feeling the stress from the day pressing down on your chest, practically suffocating you.

before you know it, half an hour of staring at the ceiling has gone by before a knock shakes you out of your thoughts.

sliding the door open, you see geto standing there staring right at you with his hands in his pockets.

"hey," he says, breaking the silence.

"what're you doing here? is everything okay?" you question, beckoning him in.

"you've been acting off today. even satoru noticed, which is definitely saying something since he's always in his own bubble," he grumbles the last part, smiling a little.

"what's going on? i need you to talk to me," he continues.

sitting down on the bed, you sigh for what has got to be the thousandth time in the last 12 hours and try to figure out how to formulate your words.

"today was just hard, i guess? i don't really know," you mumble, not even sure of what to say.

"what do you mean?" he asks, encouraging you to open up, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your leg.

"i just feel like there's a lot of pressure to do well, from my parents and teachers," you respond, not sure if you were talking to him or yourself.

"like, the more missions i come back from successful, or the more projects i do well on, the better i feel like i have to perform. which of course isn't a bad thing--i mean it's probably a good thing, actually," you start, feeling the familiar stinging of your eyes.

"but it's still kind of tiring because i feel like i can't really catch a break. like, once i finish something, there's always something else waiting for me," you stop for a second to sniffle as the tears start to fall, quickly wiping them away.

geto scoots closer and wraps his arm around you, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

"and i get this is the life of a jujutsu sorcerer and i just have to suck it up and get used to it, but it's hard, you know? i don't know how to get my shit together."

your breaths are coming in quicker now, placing your elbows onto your knees so you can lean into the palms of your hands.

"i'm just tired, suguru. really tired," you choke.

"i feel like i'm going insane. i mean, what if i fuck up my next mission and then that's it?" you ask, letting silence wash over the both of you as you cry into your hands. you shake your head, feeling the embarrassment push through you.

at first, geto doesn't say anything, processing your words, before he pulls you back into his arms, hugging you tightly and letting your tears fall onto his shoulder.

"i get what you mean, y/n. you're not crazy," he whispers into your hair, rubbing your back as you continue to cry hard.

"you keep talking like you're alone," he continues, "but you're not. satoru's here, shoko's here, baby-" he turns your head so that you can look at him, "-i'm here."

"expectations are challenging, and they can definitely feel suffocating. but you're more than a failed mission," he whispers softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"mistakes are inevitable, and yes, failure is always a possibility. it's unrealistic to expect yourself to complete every single mission perfectly, you know. i doubt anyone ever has."

"but what if i disappoint everyone? i don't want to be a failure," you whisper, shaking your head as you look away from geto.

"listen, it still doesn't mean you're weak or incapable. you're the strongest person i know, and your dedication to everything you do just proves that," he smiles, pulling you in so you can rest your head on his shoulder again.

"stronger than you and satoru?" you ask, finally smiling a little as the tears begin to subside.

"way stronger," he responds, kissing your forehead before pulling the two of you down to lay on your bed.

"wait, i have homework, suguru-"

"just for a bit, baby. i know how tired you are, it's okay," he whispered, pulling you in closer and beckoning you to finally close your weary eyes.

258 notes · View notes

tw1l1te · 1 month

Text

The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 12

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: Angst, tension??, angstangstangst

₊˚✩⊹

Four was worried. It’s been almost 5 days since the brawl at the Yiga clan hideout and you’ve barely spoken to anyone. At first, he brushed it off as being an aftershock, after all you were unconscious for the first 24-hours after the incident. But almost a week of not being your usual self? He was getting very worried.

You barely ate, picking at your food most of the time. Wild’s attempts at making your favorites didn’t help much either. You tossed and turned most nights, ending up sitting on your bedroll from the latest hours of the night, into the first rays of a new day. Your eyes were so so dull, you looked like a husk of yourself, as if someone tried to make a replica of you. As if someone could ever compare or replace you.

Four watched as you made your way over to him, sitting between him and Wind.

“If one of you asks me if I’m alright I’m going to kick your kneecaps in.”

“Got it.” Wind replies.

Four sighs, focusing back onto sharpening his blade. It was a small knife, the blade itself shorter than his forearm. It was his go-to when it came to small daggers, so he sharpened it every few days or so to keep it in pristine capability.

“Had enough of Cap and the Old man, huh?” Four mumbles, trying to look preoccupied.

“Just tired of the contant looming over my shoulder and treating me like a damn vase.”

He nods.

Wind groans lightly, “Ugh, tell me about it. They can’t see past me being a 12-year old, regardless if I fuckin’ killed Ganon or not.” He pulls out a small flask from his bag, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Since when do you drink?”

“Since when do you care?”

You back off, clearly it's a touchy subject.

“Sorry, Y/n.”

“All good.”

The night continues, Wind eventually setting up his bedroll to go to sleep. He shuffles up to Sky, who was out about half an hour ago, already somehow in deep sleep. The group relocated to a stable on the outskirts of Hyrule Field, the plan of going to the Arbiter’s Grounds being delayed, yet again.

You sigh, “I don’t know what to do anymore, Four. I’m just so… lost.”

He puts his dagger down, sheathing it. He looks at you, your face illuminated by the low light produced by the embers.

“Is this about your journey?”

You nodded. You could feel the tears already starting to leak from your eyes.

“Is it ok if I touch you, Y/n?”

You nod again, hiccuping lightly.

He scoots right next to you, putting your arm around your form and rubbing your arm slowly. Placing his chin on your head, he lets you cuddle up to him, crying softly into his chest. He combed his fingers through your hair, placing a light kiss on your head.

“I’m right here, Y/n. I’m here. Shhh.” he cradles you, holding you slightly tighter whenever a particularly louder wave of cries comes out of you. Legend was still awake, as it was his turn for watch, a solemn look on his face while he looked at you.

“E-Everything’s changing and I-I’m being left in the dark-” you hiccup, sobbing harder into Four’s chest. Four’s hold tightens on you again.

“What do you mean, Y/n?”

You gasp, “I could’ve-”

You breathe in again, “Everyone is acting different towards me and I know its all m-my fault because I don’t know what I fucking want.”

“I don’t think anyone knows what they want, baby.”

“I thought I did. I wanted to go home but after some stuff that’s happened recently… I don’t know. Is that selfish of me?”

Four shakes his head, “Of course not. Changing your mind in the process is natural.”

“Then why do I feel like I’m splitting myself into two versions of myself? One that’s in Hyrule and one that’s in my era.”

Four sighs dejectedly, placing another kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t know, Y/n. I don’t know.”

A new dawn breaks over the horizon, shining onto the dew settled over Hyrule Field, the light fog dissipating. You fluttered your eyes open, your body scrunched up between Twilight and Hyrule, who were still in deep sleep. Feeling antsy, you climb over them and make your way to Wild, who was already awake, prepping breakfast.

He looked tired. You both were.

“Hey.” you rasped, your voice still hoarse from the crying of the evening before.

He looks at you, and gives you a small, tightlipped smile. He was swiping through his slate, gathering ingredients for breakfast. You placed your hand over his, causing him to halt in his actions. You both don’t move for a minute.

He slumps forward, face in his hands. Shakily, he says, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. If I didn’t leave you alone this could’ve all been prevented.”

You shake your head, “None of us knew, Wild. Riju didn’t know, Time didn’t. It’s not your fault, it was an accident.”

You bring him to lean against you, the slate being long forgotten about on the ground.

“I shouldn’t have wandered off, you literally told me not too. I’m partially at fault too.”

You chuckle, “And look where my stubborn self got me.” That seemed to make Wild crack a smile, making the tinge in your heart diminish.

“You do have a hard time listening.” he said, you just give him a playful nudge.

“Har har, speak for yourself blondie.”

You both sit in comfortable silence, Wild going back to picking out ingredients on his slate. A thought pops into your head, “Wild, can I take a look at the mirror shard again? I wanna compare some of the hieroglyphics to the book Shad gave me.”

He tenses up slightly, but it quickly goes away, pulling out the shard from the slate. He carefully places the shard on your legs, making sure the sharp edge doesn’t cut your leg. Pulling out the Encyclopedia, you turn to the chapter about the Twili tribe.

You run your fingers along the markings on the mirror, lightly engraved into the mirror. Unsurprisingly, there were no visual differences from the shard in your lap and the mirror on the page, meaning this wasn’t just a replica but the real thing. Before you could continue reading, Twilight walks up behind you two, making you close the book and put the mirror away. You could read at a later time.

“Hey pup, Y/n.” Twilight mutters, voice raspy with sleep. Curse his bedroom voice making you weak.

You just waved, not trusting your voice at the moment. He sits next to you, you now sitting between him and Wild. You can feel his eyes on you, you glance at him asking “What?”

He still gazes at you, flickering his eyesight to Wild, then back to you.

“Oh, nothin’. You two just seem cozy.”

Wild snaps his head at his mentor, “Shut up, Twi. Don’t think I don’t notice you making goo-goo eyes over there.”

“Right. Speak for ya self, pup.” he remarked, snorting at Wild’s fumbling. You smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.

A moment of silence passes, just the sound of the breeze blowing past your ears, causing stray hairs to stream over your face. The clouds seemed gray today, but not like an imposing storm was about to break, no, more peaceful. Serene.

“What are you guys going to do once this is all done and over with?” you ask, not really knowing where the question came from.

“Jeez I don’t know, probably go home and help around Hateno and the princess. I know she’s building a school for the village.” Wild says, looking out onto the terrain.

Twilight ponders for a moment. He didn’t really think about what he was going to do once this was over and once… you left. He never really thought you’d leave, especially now that it feels so soon and abrupt, he’s dreading his future.

“Don’t know, to be honest. Go back to Ordon, help Rusl and with the farm. Make sure the kingdom ain’t in shambles.” he lied. That was the last thing he wanted to do after all of this. He didn’t want to return after knowing what it's like not being alone anymore. He was left behind once, he didn’t want it again.

“You’re a terrible liar, Twi.”

“What? No I’m not-”

“Your ears twitch when you lie.”

“It’s true.” Wild muttered, resulting in a slap up the back of his head from Twi.

Twilight sighed. Rubbing the back of his head, he turned to you “Truth is… I didn’t think this would end. Don’t get me wrong, I love home and bein’ with everyone it’s just… after I’ve found people who know what it’s like to carry this burden, I don’t think I want anything else.”

You hated this feeling of guilt you were starting to feel about going home. You didn’t belong here, you weren’t meant to be here, unlike them. You needed to go home, forget everything, or at least regard it as a really good dream.

But it’s not that simple, is it?

“I don’t want to leave you guys. I really don’t. I’ve become so attached to this life and all of you and I feel… heartbroken.” you sighed, laying on your back, blades of grass digging slightly into your exposed skin.

“I mean… you don’t have to. I may be wrong saying that, but Hylia isn’t necessarily pulling you into a portal to go home.” Wild offers, choosing his words carefully.

You groan in frustration, “I know, I know. But its so much more difficult. Like, yeah I won’t have to deal with stupid shit like college classes or working my entire life for a mediocre job, but… my brother and my aunt are home and they need help. I have a few friends that are probably wondering where I’ve been and if I’m ok. I don’t want them to worry for me and my life, knowing that makes me feel so much worse, y’know?”

Both men nodded, relating to your thoughts on some level. Their adventures weren’t by choice and pulled them away from their friends and family without a warning. A burden that can’t be undone or altered.

“Either way, you didn’t have much of a choice. You were sucked in the portal as well, a quest destined for you, as well.” Hyrule spoke, quietly padding up to you three.

You snort, “Have you been listening this entrie time, Rulie?”

“Eh, bits n’ pieces. The others are waking up anyways.”

You sit back up and decided to be productive for another 20-30 minutes, as Wild was just barely starting to cook breakfast. From what you could tell, it looked to be a sweeter meal this morning.

You looked back at the book, reading through the script. You were sitting against Twilight, a nice support for your back. You tried to not pay attention to his warm breath on your neck or the feeling of his eyes on you, but that was easier said than done.

You zoned out everyone’s chatter, finally focusing on the task at hand. You took the mirror back out again and tore a spare piece of paper from an old journal a merchant gave you, using an old piece of charcoal to transfer the engravings of the mirror onto the paper so you could compare with less physical effort and so Wild could keep the shard in his Slate whenever you needed to reference the imagery again. The hieroglyphics transferred seamlessly, the paper seemingly identical to the mirror.

Looking back to the book, you filled in the missing shards and any images/lettering that faded or was carved off for reasons unknown. You then pulled away, looking at your work. Not too shabby.

But you noticed something peculiar. The mirror in the book had straight lines that overlapped the ornate designs, almost as if someone carved them in years after its initial creation. It wasn’t messy by any means, though it seemed that it wasn’t the initial design of the mirror.

What if…?

“Four, I need a small blade really quick.” you said, not taking your eyes off of your drawing.

He was about to say something, but Legend beat him to it, handing you a small blade just slightly longer than your palm. Muttering a ‘thanks’, you start cutting the paper along the lines that you copied, making sure to keep your hand steady. Once you finished, you handed the blade back to Legend, then focused back onto the scraps of paper in front of you.

You started rearranging the pieces, aligning each piece with the associated shape or side. The pieces started forming a familiar shape, but something was different. Something you should’ve seen before. Something everyone should’ve seen.

“What is it, Y/n?”

You look up at Twilight.

“It’s not a triforce, Link. It’s a tetraforce.”

₊˚✩⊹

#yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe au #final promise au

64 notes · View notes

sunlightmurdock · 2 years

Text

My Future in You | 0.9 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Previous Chapter | Next Chapter | Masterlist

Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: allusions to sex, eventual accidental pregnancy, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, no major warnings in this chapter

…

Bradley grins as Casey hooks one finger into the waistband of his jeans and uses the leverage to tug him into her. He rests one hand on the kitchen counter beside her and drops his head to press his mouth eagerly to hers once again.

Usually he isn’t huge on public displays of affection since they’ve gotten him into trouble before, but it’s New Years’ and he’s drunk. At this moment in time, he sees no issue with pressing the redhead up against the kitchen island and slipping his tongue into her mouth.

This year will be the year his kid is born, he needs to get his act together, get his grades and make sure he gets into flight school. But that’s a problem for him on January first. Tonight, he’s going to be the same reckless asshole he has been being for a while and he isn’t going to feel bad about it.

Her hand moves sharply and he jolts as he grabs his cock through his jeans. His brows furrow slightly but his hands find her hips. He forgot how grabby she is.

His eyes are closed but he knows that there are at least seven other people in the kitchen with them. Bradley squeezes her hip softly and pulls back. As he opens his mouth to speak, she palms at his cock, eyes on him and her lip between her teeth.

Bradley isn’t stupid enough to let this happen in the middle of the kitchen. Bradley gives a glance around the room. He places his hand over the top of hers and pries it off of his crotch.

He slips his fingers between hers and grabs a half empty bottle of vodka from the island. Casey follows eagerly as he leads her wordlessly from the kitchen and towards the stairs.

The agreement was that Jake takes the attic tonight. Bradley suggested that in the hope that if Jake finally gets laid then he can stop being such a grouchy asshole towards Bradley. It’s just a bonus that Bradley gets his own room back.

He swings the door shut behind him and pulls his shirt over his head. Casey might be a little handsy, but she’s a good kisser. Bradley remembers why he distanced himself from her — she’s a little clingy, but when she’s straddling his hips and caressing his tongue with hers, he’s not upset at the reconciliation.

It goes like it always does. Sipping vodka straight from the bottle between kisses, his hands under her dress and her leaving lipstick stains on his bare chest. Bradley lets out a soft breath, leaning his head back against the wall as her mouth works down his chest. Her hand is groping over his cock with a little too much enthusiasm, but the vodka helps him focus.

She pops open the button on his jeans and he lifts his hips for her to help him out of them. He winces slightly as she squeezes his cock. He slides a hand into her hair, closing his eyes and shifting to get more comfortable as she pulls his boxers down.

Bradley hums softly as she wraps her lips around him. White painted nails rake along his thigh as she bobs her head along his length. He curls his fingers softly into her roots.

The house is old. It’s walls are thin. Bradley hears the bed on the other side of the wall next to his bed creak. Mikey’s room. He holds back a grumble of frustration. Mike’s always sounds like he’s crying when he has sex, it’s distracting. Casey moans on his cock and he sighs, relieved. It’s going to be easy enough to ignore.

Casey’s got him as the back of her throat, Bradley glances down as a tear hits his thigh. He hums softly and wipes the forming droplets from under her eyes. She hums eagerly around him. His brows furrow slightly, heartbeat picking up as he grows closer.

There’s a soft giggle that passes through the wall. Casey doesn’t pay it any mind, and usually Bradley wouldn’t either. It’s just the sound of someone fooling around next door. Only, Bradley recognises the sound.

His brows scrunch slightly. You’re almost three months pregnant, there’s no way you would fuck some random stranger at a New Years’ Eve party. Especially not in the room next to his. Right?

It can’t be you. Your room is across the hall. If you had anyone in there, there’s no way he would be able to hear it. No, these sounds are definitely coming from Mikey’s room and there’s no way Mikey would have had the game to get you into his bed.

With these factors in mind, Bradley’s certain that it isn’t you. He sighs softly, fingers curling into Casey’s hair as he shifts his hips to get more comfortable. She hums around him, pressing her fingertips into his thigh to steady him.

There’s another excited giggle, then a guy’s voice. His voice is deep, Bradley can hear it through the wall but can’t make out what he says. Bradley’s brows furrow slightly in concentration. He swallows as Casey takes more of him into her mouth. It’s not you. You wouldn’t.

Bradley opens his eyes. He looks down at Casey as she sucks him off. She’s good at it, but he doesn’t feel remotely close. He can’t get it out of his head that those sounds are too familiar.

And then he hears a guy’s voice. It’s a deep groan. He moans your name. Bradley’s fingers curl into Casey’s hair. He hears the springs of Mikey’s mattress next door begin to creak. Rhythmically squeaking in protest. Casey opens her eyes. She pulls off of him and glances up. Bradley stares at her. He he doesn’t feel inclined to tell her that the future mother of his child is getting fucked next door.

“Are you… okay?” She’s referring to the fact that this entire situation is kind of a boner killer. It makes it worse that she’s addressing the… situation. This has never happened before.

“I’m fine.” Bradley mutters through gritted teeth. They’ve slept together three times before this point - he’s off his game right now, he’s more distant than usual. A pleased moan rings out from the room neck door. Still, she wraps her lips around him once more.

Bradley sighs, brows furrowing as he closes his eyes. He tries to focus.

His eyes are closed, but he swears he feels his right eye twitch the moment he hears you moan again.

Casey notices the way his fingers grip at her curls the moment they hear it. She hums, working her mouth around his half-hard dick. He relaxes slightly. For a moment, he thinks that he’s going to be able to forget about what’s happening next door. Then he hears you again.

Bradley groans in frustration, resting his head back against the wall behind him.

Casey sits back on her knees and wipes at the corner of her mouth with her thumb. She lets out a big breath, stroking her fingertips softly over his thigh.

“Hey, it’s okay… it happens to lots of guys.” She says softly, like that’s supposed to soothe him. Bradley’s eyes fly open, furious at the suggestion that he can’t get his dick hard. Casey leans back slightly at the look on his face. He gets weirder every time she sleeps with him, she swears. Bradley doesn’t have the words to argue with her, he’s so angry.

He pushes himself up quickly and grabs his boxers from the floor. Casey watches, frowning.

“Bradley, seriously, it’s alright-“

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Bradley snaps.

He steps into the boxers and pinches the bridge of his nose. He breathes in deeply and looks down at the half-dressed redhead on his bed. He shakes his head.

“This isn’t gonna work, can you go?” He sighs.

Casey’s brows furrow as she pushes herself up onto her elbows, “Seriously?”

Bradley’s already moving to stand. He turns away from her without answering and walks over to his closet, retrieving a pair of shorts. She scowls as she fixes her dress and pushes herself up onto her feet.

“You’ve got fucking issues, Bradshaw.” She mutters angrily.

Bradley pulls a hoodie from his closet and slips it over his head without looking at her. She isn’t wrong, but he doesn’t know what gives her the right to psychoanalyse him. He can’t remember what happened last time they hooked up, but he can tell that she’s still holding onto some resentment. He ignores her all together and leaves her in his room. He closes his fist and bangs it against Mikey’s door.

“Mike. Open up.” Bradley demands.

Everyone that lives in this house knows that Bradley’s having a kid with Jake’s sister. Bradley assumed that would mean they knew that you were off limits. He should have known better. A few seconds pass and Bradley pounds at the door with his fist again. Casey steps out of his room and frowns at him.

“Fucking asshole…” She mutters, shaking her head as she moves to storm past him. Bradley catches her wrist and turns her to face him. Casey waits for him to apologise. Bradley lifts his hand and wipes the smudged mascara from under her eyes. She shoves hard at his chest and growls, heading for the stairs.

He ignores her and slams his fist into the door again.

“Mike, open the fucking door!”

“M- ah, fuck - Mike isn’t here!” A guy’s voice calls back. Bradley’s hand curls around the door handle. He rattles it hard enough that it shakes the hinges.

Ryan groans softly into the crook of your neck and grumbles. “What the fuck does this guy want?”

“Ignore him. He’ll go.” Because you might actually kill him if he ruins this.

Bradley pounds at the door again. He’s not planning on leaving. He doesn’t even know what his plan is, doesn’t know what he is expecting to happen when the door opens. But he knows that he’s staying here until it does open.

“Bradshaw… you okay?”

Bradley turns his head. Jake’s headed down the stairs from the attic, buckling his belt. Apparently everyone’s getting laid except him. Jake doesn’t like the look on Bradley’s face, and doesn’t like the way that Bradley’s white-knuckling the door handle.

“No.” Bradley snaps. He shakes the door again.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jake frowns, reaching the bottom of the stairs and heading for Bradley.

They stand in front of each other, silent, as a pleased gasp comes from the other side of the door. Jake’s face contorts into a grimace, he frowns, “Is that…?”

Bradley slams his fist into the door.

“Hey, hey-“ Jake stumbles slightly, still drunk as he moves between Bradley and the wood. “Stop. Just… leave it. It’s gonna end in a fight. Can we just do this in the morning?”

“No, we can’t - I want to do this now.” Bradley answers angrily.

Jake closes his eyes, letting out a deep breath. He’s at his wits end.

“Bradley,” Jake sighs. “Think about this - what do you even want to do when this guy opens the door?”

“I was going to knock him out.” Bradley admits.

“Well,” Jake shrugs his shoulders, “You do that, she hates you. Go to bed. You can sleep in my bed, she’s not using it.” Jake’s lips quirk up briefly, then flatten again as Bradley glares at him. Jake realises that this can’t go on. You can’t keep living here - it’s going to drive him insane being the referee for the two of you. He realises he’s probably going to be doing this for the rest of his life.

Bradley eyes Jake up and down, trying to figure out if it’s worth starting a fight with him just to then start a fight with you. He turns and stomps away angrily.

You decide to sneak Ryan out nice and early the next morning. He catches your wrist at the top of the stairs, turning you into him and kissing your mouth softly. You hum contentedly as you lean into his chest.

“I had a really great time last night,” Ryan tells you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He’s so dreamy. You smile softly. “I’d really like to see you again.”

Your cheeks warm slightly as you meet his eyes. For a couple of hours, the past few weeks were erased. It was nice.

“I’d like that too.” You agree. His lips quirk up into a pleased grin. He moves forwards and kisses you gently again. You take his hand in yours and tun towards the stairs, he strokes his thumb softly along yours and follows. You feel like you’re dreaming. Last night was probably the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. Even with Bradley trying to kick the door down for a couple of minutes.

You figure that that’s going to be an awkward conversation for later today. Only, as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you realise that the conversation won’t be happening much later at all. The sound of the two of you walking down the stairs is enough to wake Bradley, who passed out on the couch about two hours ago.

He sits up and frowns. His eyes look between the two of you. You wince.

It’s clear from the look on his face that he’s still mad, and about to say something he shouldn’t. You beat him to starting the conversation.

“Bradley. This is Ryan,” You interrupt. You’re also torn about this situation. On the one hand, that was really good sex and Ryan’s really cute. On the other — Bradley’s jealous. “Ryan, Bradley. He’s… my brother’s roommate.”

Bradley’s gaze falls down. He looks you in the eye and squints. Your brother’s roommate. Ouch.

Well, at least that explains why you don’t look guilty. If that’s all he is.

“Nice to meet you.” Ryan offers the guy on the couch a small smile. You squeeze his hand and push him towards the door before Bradley can speak.

“Dickhead.” Bradley mutters as he drops backdown to lay flat on the couch. He feels sick.

“Huh?” Ryan turns slightly, not having quite heard what Bradley had said. You heard perfectly. You pull open the front door and smile sweetly at Ryan.

“I’ll call you, okay?” You promise.

Ryan smiles. He cups your jaw in his hand and kisses you.

You swallow as you close the door behind him and turn back towards the couch. You cross the room until you can look Bradley in the eye.

“You reek of vodka.” You tell him, probably not the best thing to say when you know that he’s already mad, but it’s the truth.

“Are you fucking kidding me, did you seriously fuck that guy?” Bradley demands, sitting up too quickly. His head spins. He rests his palms on his knees. Your eyes widen, frowning at him. You shrug your shoulders.

“Yes…?”

“And you thought I would be okay with that?” Bradley snaps. He regrets raising his voice the moment he does it. His head pounds. He runs his fingers through his hair and swallows.

You look at the hickey on his neck, and then squint at him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re pregnant with my kid!” Bradley hisses. This is ridiculous. You fold your arms over your chest.

You shrug your shoulders again, “So?”

“So… it’s fucking weird.” Bradley answers back. Maybe if he hadn’t drank so much vodka, he could be more articulate. “Don’t act stupid — you know that this is fucked up.”

“You fucked that girl too.” You try to reason with him, already knowing he’s going to come back with a new rebuttal stupider than the last.

“No I didn’t, because all I could hear was you moaning like a fucking pornstar on the other side of the wall!” Bradley’s voice is starting to raise. Your eyes widen. This house is full of people - most of them are still asleep, and you don’t want them overhearing this conversation on account of his poor emotional regulation.

“Would you shut up?” You whisper angrily. “You would’ve fucked her so what’s the difference.”

“The difference is that I’m not pregnant!” Bradley answers you. The look on his face tells you that he thinks he’s making a good point. You roll your eyes at him and scoff.

“That’s so sexist.”

“Wha — no it isn’t! It would be weird if I was the one that was pregnant.” Bradley bites back.

“So if you were the pregnant one, you’d be celibate for nine months?” You raise your eyes at him, not believing that for one moment.

“Yes!” He knows he wouldn’t.

You shake your head. He watches you begin to pace in front of him and sits back, fighting off the motion sickness your movements are giving him. You cannot believe that he’s upholding such a double standard. He would have fucked that girl. You know it. You saw the way he hugged her. The way they kissed in the kitchen.

They moved together well. Like they were supposed to. It looked so easy.

It felt easy with Ryan. So easy. It’s going to be easier with other people. You don’t want your baby to grow up with parents that bicker as much as you and Bradley do.

Bradley stands up and kicks the coffee table as he passes you towards the kitchen. You follow, right behind him, already furious. You were on cloud nine when you woke up this morning, with a strong, cute guy pressing kisses to your forehead. Now you’re arguing with this asshole.

“You’re such a baby, oh my god. It’s just sex! — I’m not even showing, he doesn’t even know, it’s not a big deal.” You reason.

“It is a big deal. I don’t like it.” Bradley answers childishly.

“Sorry, I don’t really care whether or not you like it. I’m not going to live by your rules for the rest of my life, pregnant or not.” You lift your arms and slap them back down to your sides. Bradley stops and turns to face you. His eyes widen.

“You can’t be serious,” Bradley shakes his head in disbelief, “You can’t seriously be planning to keep fucking other guys — what about when you’re bigger?”

“This was one guy! Maybe I’ll start dating him for real.” You shrug casually.

“What, you like him or something?” Bradley scoffs. He’s trying to convince himself that that couldn’t be right.

“Maybe. He’s kind, and smart. And good in bed.” You bite back. Bradley’s eyes narrow at you. He knows that was a dig at him.

“Fine.” Bradley grits his teeth. A muscle in his jaw ticks. “So we’re fucking other people.”

“Fine!” You bite back.

Bradley shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“Fucking. Fine.” Bradley snaps. He turns and leaves you standing in the chaos of the after-party kitchen. You look around you at the wreckage. Broken glass, single-use plastics, empty liquor bottles.

Ryan has a real apartment. With roommates like most people. But he doesn’t live in a dump like this. With an asshole like that. You have a real apartment too. It’s not that far away in the grand scheme of things. You shake your head and start looking for your car keys.

Bradley’s an asshole, Jake deserves to be able to live his own life rather than making sure yours runs smoothly. You told your parents that you could do it alone and you can.

…

@thedroneranger

@chaoticweirdogeek

@alanadetigy

@itsmytimetoodream

@oldnatgwenaccount

@khaylin27

@bioodforbiood

@luckyladycreator2

@mizzzpink

@mak-32

@cherrycola27

@unordinare

@shanimallina87

@marvel-f1-and-more

@heli991113

@pauv-0414

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun smut #my future in you

669 notes · View notes

sunflower-lilac42 · 5 months

Text

✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | sturniolo triplets ♔

summary: the true story of why Matt, Chris, and Nicks fans hate their older sister.

warnings: sad, being lonely, crying, depression, the usual from this series.

notes: part of the 'behind the lens' series. the scenarios are all fake! i am actually obsessed with this one. i think this is the faster I've written one of these. i am also pretty sure that because i listened to this song so much while writing it it is one of my most played songs this year. also add yourself to the tag list! ➺ taglist form

series masterlist | celebrities masterlist | main masterlist

‘Telling myself I won’t go there Oh, but I know that I won’t care Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt This lust is a burden that we both share Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer Souls tied, intertwined by pride and guilt’

If you were to meet y/n now, you wouldn’t have expected her to be a contributing factor in her brothers' social life. Yet, contrary to popular belief, she had been active in their early social media. From videos to posts to even small podcasts here and there, y/n was a part of it.

This soon changed when she went back to college, she stopped being in videos, they stopped posting about her and with her, they stopped talking about her on their channel completely.

Now y/n hasn’t done anything wrong for them to change abruptly this way. It was the fans that were the problem. They used to be so lovely towards her, saying positive things about their relationship, commenting on how pretty she was (and how the four were definitely related and they got good genes), and even some saying how happy she made them and that they could tell that they were great siblings.

Those were the ones who mostly stayed by her side when the boys started to become more popular. The more and more little teenage girls became infatuated with them, the more and more hate the girl received.

They were blatantly jealous of the girl and how she always got to hang around the triplets. But what else did they expect from her, they’re siblings.

These girls tore her to shreds a year or so into their YouTube careers. Because they had started their channel during the pandemic and the lockdown, y/n had stayed home for the first half of the first semester because she was scared of having to be alone for that amount of time, with no roommate and no in-person classes.

When she was finally comfortable with going back to college, she settled into her room after the first couple of weeks. She had only been there a month or two before she had to go back home again due to an outbreak on campus.

The triplets had only put out two or three videos in the time that she was gone and those videos really gave fans a perspective into their lives.

Matt, Nick, and Chris had been acting differently about their sister. They didn’t want to want to answer questions about her, they didn’t even really want to mention her because they were scared and worried about her.

They knew about the subtle messages she had been getting, some were harmless, mean comments while some were more worrisome. They were threatening her and saying that she didn’t belong with that family and some going as far as saying that she didn’t belong in this world at all.

They were protecting her, not thinking that they were making it worse. They didn’t want people to know where she went to college, they didn’t want their fans to ‘hunt her down’ and hurt her.

However, the fans took this shift in behavior negatively. They thought that because they didn’t talk about her they didn’t care about her. They thought that she was mean to them and that they didn’t really want her around.

When she went back to college for the spring semester, she told herself she wasn’t going to go through another cycle of depression again. She told herself she wasn’t going to fall into a depressive state again like when she was a teenager.

These comments affected her more than she cared to admit, she didn’t want a bunch of girls that were younger than her to control her emotions. But the fans were important to her brothers, and she wouldn’t want that to change how they felt about them. So she stayed quiet and never spoke a word about it.

✧༺✎༻∞

‘There’s darkness in the distance I’m beggin’ for forgiveness But I know I might resist’

She saw the comments from a mile away. They weren’t hidden, they were noticeable, very noticeable to her. To everyone else, they saw it as just the regular old hate comments and they got over it. But her, it always stayed with her.

She went onto social media after a few months of this happening to try and get their fans to forgive her. She aslo attempted to tell them to stop attacking her brothers just because they didn’t like her. But they didn’t. Some did, but most did not. The boys weren’t happy with the apology, stating that y/n didn’t do anything wrong for them to hate her. But she wasn’t having it.

She argued that there must have been something she had done for them to think these horrid things about her. Though, deep down she knew that wasn’t the case. That these people were just trying to make themselves feel better.

She didn’t want to believe anything her brothers said. She resisted it and she tried so hard to resist the comments and to fall back into the cycle.

Her resistance just wasn’t enough.

✧༺✎༻∞

‘Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time You and I drink the poison from the same vine Oh, I love it and I hate it all the same time Hiding all of our sins from the daylight’

She loved her brothers, and sometimes their fans. She couldn’t really find a middle ground between them. The fans either loved or hated her. She was grateful for the earlier posts where there was nothing but positive comments from the fans but the negatives started to roll in, her love for the fans changed.

And that’s not to say that the positive comments all of a sudden just stopped, they were still there, it’s just that she forgot that they existed. The negatives overwhelmed the positives, just like in her life. It was the story of her life, and she wanted to change it.

She knew where their fans were coming from, jealousy. She knew that is was a common feeling within people, especially if they had something to do with fame. She knew that feeling all too well.

While they were jealous of her, she was jealous of others. They were jealous of the fact that she knew the Sturniolo Triplets, that she got to be around them all the time, and that she was related to them. She had everything that they wanted. She had money, she had a good family, and she had fame (not really but to them…).

They were so desperate to have her life that they tore her down for having it. It wasn’t like she chose for this to happen, she didn’t choose for her brothers to be YouTubers. She didn’t choose any of it. If anything, she’d choose not to have. Not because she relented her brothers for the fame that they had but she didn’t want this overarching feeling that she was being judged no matter what she did.

That’s what she was jealous of. That her brothers were so effortlessly liked. That no matter what they did someone would always support them. She wished to have that, she dreams of having that someday. She was jealous of other famous siblings who appeared as guests. That they were liked without any backlash.

How did they go on their siblings’ YouTube and not get any hate? What was different about her? Was it the fact that her brothers were attractive and their general audience was teenage girls? She wanted a normal life, she was jealous of those who had it.

Jealous was a vine of poison that just came out in different ways. And those who let jealousy consume them tried to hide it from everything and everyone.

✧༺✎༻∞

‘Tellin’ myself it’s the last time Can you spare any mercy that you might find, If I’m down on my knees again?’

She told herself that this was the last time she would put up with these comments. That this was the last time she would be affected by it. So, she set out to change it.

Except, she wasn’t the one who initiated the conversation. The boys had had enough as well. They were tired of seeing comments targeted towards their older sister. They were tired of seeing her be defeated in every one of their videos that she was in. They didn’t want her to be sad anymore.

The four put their heads together in order to solve this problem. After multiple accounts of this happening, they were tired and done. Through the next few videos, the boys said something. It wasn’t just a one-and-done thing, it was every video for the next five that they said it.

“If you are sending hate comments or anything negative to our sister please stop. She didn’t do anything to hurt you or us so there is no reason in the world to say shit.”

Sometimes all three of them piped in, but Nick was the one who said it most. She had been there for him countless times and he was pissed that this was happening. Matt and Chris chimed in, each expressing their feelings towards the subject.

“This isn’t just hurting her, it’s hurting us. We are not trying to make this about us whatsoever but she is hurting and this isn’t helping. So shut the fuck up and stop saying shit about her.”

And it helped. For a while at least. She was spared comments for numerous videos but they all slowly started to creep back in, most of them went unnoticed as they didn’t gain much attraction from anyone else in the comment section. They were buried deep and the three hadn’t noticed and neither did y/n.

Like many other things though, they gained attraction by other haters which caused them to retaliate. If they were allowed to say stuff then they were too. So over time the hate comments once again grew and grew. And once again, the boys shut them down.

“We were really hoping that this wouldn’t happen again. We are begging at this point, stop sending this stuff to our sister.”

“She didn’t do anything wrong so I don't know where in the world you all got that from.”

“We were being polite the first time and we still are trying, but if this continues we won’t be anymore.”

“If you can’t respect our wishes, then maybe you should stop watching our videos. We love our fans we do, but not the ones who attack our family members, especially for nothing except jealousy.”

✧༺✎༻∞

‘Deep down, way down, Lord, I try Try to follow your light, but it’s nighttime Please don’t leave me in the end’

She told her brothers she was trying. Not just for them but for herself. She wanted to get better and she meant that from the bottom of her heart. She was tired of being this version of herself, she wanted to get back to where she was before.

They were so proud of her, it was unbelievable. You could see the change in their videos, especially the day that she told them. They were very preppy and got along with each other exceptionally well. There were no fights in the video and they just had a good time talking about stuff with each other.

She started by changing her routine. She ate healthier foods, and got out of the house more often, even if it was just for a walk. She started to change her apartment by buying new things for it to make it look more like her. She started to work out, she really started to be herself again.

She tried so hard to do this, but the comments started to affect her again. It was an aggravating, endless cycle that she hated to do it. Every time she started to do better, they affected her and she was so over feeling this way.

The boys saw the change again too. And their sister hoped they wouldn’t leave her through this journey, It was important to her and it was important to have someone around for this. It wasn’t an easy thing to go through.

They didn’t leave her. Not once. They supported her and got her out of the house even when she didn’t want to. It was something they wouldn’t have done when they were younger. IF she wanted ot be left alone and stay inside all day, they let her. They weren’t going to go against their sister’s wishes.

But now that y/n was older and they were too, they were done with her trying to give in to the cycle. They wanted her to get better, they needed her to get better. They did everything they possibly could to make her feel like herself again.

✧༺✎༻∞

‘From the daylight, running from the daylight From the daylight, running from the daylight’

And slowly, she started to hide herself from the comments, because her mental health, and physical, were more important than anything that those people said. They didn’t matter.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

@heyimselinb

114 notes · View notes

tadalyme · 7 months

Text

whumptober, day 2

There are many things Finnick Odair is good at. He's good at swimming, good at fighting, good at making knots. Good at baking decently tasty bread. He's also very good at pretending.

It's a skill he's honed throughout his whole life, ever since he was a little child. Pretending that he likes his mother's vegetable casserole. Pretending that he's completely fine when his father leads him to Mags’s house, his hand held in a forceful, painful grip, and proclaims in his booming voice that it would be the greatest honour for his son to train for the Games, right, boy? Pretending that he isn't scared to die and to kill.

Pretending that all the things that are done to his body on a regular basis aren't happening to him.

It’s somewhere past three at night and Finnick is sore and extremely dizzy and in the backseat of a car, coming back from his client. He’s in a car, because despite being just a District whore, he's an expensive one. President Snow doesn’t want anyone else to harm his investments. At least, not anyone not paying.

He’s just glad that it was the only appointment for today, because the guy, a flamboyant man in his thirties, a grandson or a nephew or a step-son of one of the influential Gamemakers, wanted to spice things up a bit in his sex life and made him swallow some colourful tablets before the act itself.

Well, it certainly spiced things up for Finnick, though probably not in a way the man intended to. He spent the whole time hearing the colours, and tasting the sounds, and seeing the images from his past and present all mixed up together.

The man was pounding into him and moaning and exclaiming something animated and probably over-the-top sexual in his shrill voice, but all Finnick could think about were the glistening in the sun tridents and spears and knives, and faces of the dead children, and his late father and ill mother and disappointed sister, and, for some reason, the Capitol's latest obnoxious vogue of inserting precious gemstones into their skin.

He desperately wanted to cry, so he laughed frantically, and he wanted to push the man away from him, too overstimulated, so he willed his muscles to relax.

The lights of the never-sleeping party area of Capitol fly by dizzyingly behind the window and Finnick has to lean onto it in an attempt not to puke. It's got a bit better in the past half hour, but the thoughts are still floating around his brain like dozens of little brightly-coloured butterflies. It’s hard to properly grasp any of them in a sticky daze of disorientation, though.

The car stops near the entrance to the Tribute Centre and he staggers out, swaying on his feet and almost ending up on the pavement. His limbs finally rearrange themselves in the correct order after a few moments and he musters a lazy salute with only some of his usual flourish to the back of the driving away car.

Still performing, even now. Gods, what a mess.

He doesn't know how exactly he reaches the elevator, but he does and the numbers swirl a bit in his eyes before settling down properly on the buttons.

He remembers well the first time he was here.

The thing is, he wasn’t even supposed to participate in the Hunger Games that year. That questionable honour was supposed to go to Jacob Maren, not yet eighteen, but the oldest among the trainees.

Instead, Dorothea, their escort, gracefully put her powdered hand with baby-blue nails, that matched her enormous wig, and pulled out his, Finnick's, name. There was a bit of a standstill after that - Jacob locking eyes with him across their separate pens. Should he volunteer, should he not. Finnick was too young yet but still a Career. In the end, Jacob stayed silent.

Just as well, thought Finnick, pushing through the crowds to the stage and already putting on a brilliant wide smile, I've trained for this, I can win, it'll be easy.

He knows now what his dumb, arrogant younger self didn’t understand back then - that even if you manage to become a victor, the only one who ever wins the Games is the Capitol.

Jacob did go the following year and died to a back-stabbing One girl. And Finnick has spent three years cursing that day and all that led to it.

Gods above, it has only been three years, hasn’t it? It feels much longer than that, so far away, so long ago. Almost like ancient history.

He did kind of make history with that one, didn’t he? The youngest Victor ever. A fat lot of good that did for him.

Fourth floor. He practically falls out of the elevator, only managing to catch onto the wall at the last moment.

Mags, curled up on the couch, perks up at the sound of sliding doors. In the dim lighting of the lounge her silver hair looks like a halo above her head. Ironic. It makes him burst out in a fit of hysterical high-pitched laughter. One would have to completely lose their marbles to call the woman an angel. An angel of death, at best. Some forget it, but she also killed in her Games, the same as all of them. And she's led enough kids to their deaths in the following years. He loves Mags with his whole heart, but she's no saint.

Mags always waits for him on appointment nights. He wishes she didn't see him like this, wishes no-one saw him like this and often snaps at her, but she only tuts in disapproval and keeps doing it. Despite his temper tantrums, he's glad she does.

Mags looks him over and frowns and he's sent down the rabbit hole of memories again.

They approach him the next day after he turns sixteen. The two of them look grim and apologetic and he doesn't know what to make of it.

‘I’m sorry, Finnick, I’m so sorry about what's probably going to happen,’ Mags says and lets out a sigh, sorrowful and tired and world-weary, and he, in a rare moment, is reminded of how old Mags really is, ‘Just… Remember that you can always talk to me, no matter what.' She inclines her head a bit, gesturing at her companion, ‘Or to Delia, if you need someone who truly gets it.'

Delia, who is wringing her hands half a step behind Mags, and looks like she’d rather be anywhere else, glances at him and gives him a bleak, perfunctory nod. He doesn’t know why he would need to or want to talk to her, but anyway it’s quite unlikely that he will take her up on this offer.

Finnick knows Delia, of course he does. Delia, a constantly nervous, twitchy Victor in her forties, teaches knife-throwing, and knife-stabbing, and other knife-related skills to the trainees and has never seemed to be a particular fan of long conversations. She's communicated with them mostly with sharp nods and half-aborted, jittery gestures, always looking on edge and shaky.

Her hands have never ever shaken with a blade in them, though.

Then, he gets the summons to the annual post-Victory tour party and President Snow asks to speak with him in his office after. He's told in detail what he's expected to do, now that he's finally sixteen, and what will happen if he doesn't.

Oh.

That's what that meant.

His first appointment with a client is the next day and it's the beginning of the end.

His sister screams at him a few months later, when he returns from one of his trips to the Capitol, ‘They don’t care about you, you stupid boy! Why won’t you understand that! Why the Hell do you keep going there?’

But it’s her who doesn’t understand, who could never understand. He can’t tell Carolyn, he can’t, not just because he doesn’t want her to know what he does, but because he’s not allowed to.

President Snow was quite straightforward about what would happen to his ill mother and his sister with her husband and their baby twins, if he were to tell anyone, even them, anything. So he keeps quiet and let them think the worst of him. The same thing that everyone else does.

(Other than his fellow victors, who are all aware of the work he and the ones like him are made to do, the only person who doesn’t look at him with badly concealed disgust, or jealousy, or fake friendliness, or lust in Four is Annie Cresta. Her eyes (also sea-green, though a few tones lighter than his own) only ever look at him with sympathy and pity these days. He would have absolutely hated being looked at like that not long ago, but now it’s just so goddamn refreshing. He used to find her annoying with her righteousness and softness when they trained to be careers together, thought her weak and kind of cowardly, but maybe there is actually nothing wrong with gentleness and timidity, he ponders.

Of course, it’s hopeless, getting used to even such a small thing. Annie Cresta is a Career. She will go into the Games soon. In a couple of years she will likely be dead.)

Mags approaches him slowly, telegraphing all her movements clearly, trying not to spook him. He must look bad, because she checks his temperature with a hand on his forehead. From her pursed lips and scrunched eyebrows he gathers that it’s not very good.

'What, doctor, am i dying yet?' he ironizes.

'Well, you certainly don't look too lively, boy,' she snaps back,'Sit down, I'll be right back.'

She lets him settle on the couch and leaves to fetch her first-aid kit. They’re not allowed to bring any pills to the Tribute centre, so as to not let tributes get anywhere near them, but she has some other basic supplies. Luckily, today they are no flesh wounds to patch up.

She comes back with a thermometer in her hand. And that’s what sends him over the edge and into hysterical tears, the goddamn thermometer. It’s an old-fashioned but trusty mercury thermometer, very common back in Four, but considered obsolete by Capitol standards.

Finnick, having been many times in the local medical over the past year and a half to get patched up after rough encounters with clients, is intimately familiar by now with Capitol’s high-tech, reliably produced in Three.

She waits a bit before his sobs and shaking subside, finally takes his temperature and asks,'You're burning up. What on earth happened to you?'

'He gave me something, I don't know what,' Finnick replies reluctantly and watches her face twist and her arms cross on her chest. She's staring at him pointedly.

'Do we really have to?' he groans,'I'm almost fine by now. You're only wobbling a bit in my eyes.'

'Come on, up you go,' she pulls him up, surprisingly strong for a seventy-year-old, and leads him to his room, to the bathroom. She walks out again and returns with a glass and a closed water bottle.

She fills the glass with tap water and makes him drink it again and again and then throw up, repeating and repeating it until there's nothing left in his stomach at all.

Then she hands him the water bottle, lightly shoves him in the direction of the needlessly overcomplicated shower and exits.

When he finally emerges into his room he's almost feeling like himself again. Mags is still there, leaning on the frame of his bed. He finds some clothes to sleep in and drops next to her. She hums softly and smooths his hair out, running her fingers through his wet curly locks.

She's been much gentler with him since his Games, but she's taken a fancy to him a long time ago.

He was a bit of a troublemaker as a child, like little boys so often are, always sneaking away to the creek to play on the wet rocky shores, or trying to catch fry with his bare hands, or diving from the pier to see how long he could hold his breath, generally making his mother exasperated. He showed up at home in the late afternoon tired but joyful after a day of exploring with a wide toothless grin, seaweed in his hair and damp dirty patches on his knees.

His father didn’t like that much. So at a ripe old age of seven he’s dumped on Mags’s doorstep, who looks at his father weirdly over Finnick’s head and then takes a look at him, slowly lowers down to his eye-level and grasps his tiny hand with her veiny, old-woman one. ‘Well, well, well, what are we going to do with you, little one?’

She's never been cruel to any of the trainees, definitely not, but she wasn't particularly warm-hearted either. She was kind, but also stern and strict, like a proper trainer. He knows that it's because, despite all the preparations, most of them would die in their Games. She didn't really believe that he would win his Games either.

But he survived and she became more willing to show her affection for him after that. And to him, she, the person who practically raised him, instead of his distant mother and constantly angry father, has always felt the most like a real family, even when she acted all grumpy.

He drifts to sleep, relaxing under the silent watch of the only person in the world he fully trusts.

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #thermometer #delirium #“They don’t care about you.”#hunger games #fic #not graphic non-con #forced prostitution #non consensual drug use #other thg-typical warnings #oh gods how do i tag on here #finnick odair #mags flanagan

57 notes · View notes

heliza24 · 11 months

Text

The Radical Act of Quitting (and Wilhelm)

This is a little more personal than my Young Royals metas normally are. It’s really one-half personal essay, one-half show analysis. It’s something of a spiritual successor to my post about radical acceptance and Simon’s arc in season 2. And it’s also about the reasons why I want Wilhelm to renounce the crown by the end of season 3. (I am stating that early, because I know many people disagree. Feel free to engage but please do so with kindness; a lot of this is quite vulnerable for me.)

I’m disabled. Specifically, I have a chronic condition that began in my early twenties, and slowly got worse and worse until I was finally diagnosed at 28. I’m 31 now, and I’ve had to grieve the person I once was many times over. I used to be a dancer, I used to be an adventurous eater, I used to love to travel. My chronic pain and restrictive medical diet have taken those things away from me, piece by piece. But the thing I mainly want to talk about right now is quitting my job. At the time of my diagnosis, I had worked at my job full time for three years. For a few years after my diagnosis, I tried to remain at my job part-time, because I loved it. I worked in the music industry, and I had the best team of coworkers. I had a great work/life balance, I was never stressed about work. I looked forward to each day in the office. When I went to events and had to introduce myself during an ice-breaker, I would usually include a fact about my job. I found a lot of my identity there. All of my work directly supported musicians, which was something I was very proud of.

So I tried very, very hard to hang on to my job. My company gave out these ridiculously heavy plaques for employees who had been at the company for 5 years, and I was determined to get one. But it was really hard. I could no longer type sitting up for more than a few minutes, so I did every day from my lap desk in bed. (This is still where I write all of my fic and meta!) I struggled to talk to customers on the phone while I was in pain. The office was closed because of the pandemic, but I would have had to work from home regardless because I couldn’t handle the commute. Every day was a slog. And my pain and fatigue weren’t getting better. In fact they were continuing to get worse as time went on. Finally, my five-year work anniversary arrived. I made it, but I felt like a runner barely stumbling over the finish line. It was the end of 2021. I talked with my friends and my therapist and my disability benefits lawyer. “I don’t think I can keep working,” I would say. And then I would cry, because the thought of letting go of this last part of my identity, when my illness had already taken so much, was so horrible.

After several months of deliberating and grieving, I quit. My boss begged me to reconsider (God bless him, honestly). Was there anything he could do to better accommodate my needs? Could I work a different schedule to let me sleep more? Could I work freelance on specific projects they really needed me on? I wanted to say yes so badly. But I knew. The longer I held on, the more I fought, the worse my health would become. And the worse my health would become, the more I would struggle with work. The joy I had felt during my first three years in that office had already drained away. I was fighting just to get through each day, and I didn’t want to fight anymore.

I recognize that having the resources and disability benefits to even consider quitting is a huge privilege. There are a lot of disabled and chronically ill folks who struggle through work at great detriment to their health because they can’t afford not to keep working. So I recognize how lucky I was to be able to quit. I am so grateful for that option, even as I mourn all the things I have lost.

In my meta about Simon, I talked about radical acceptance and how it has been my guiding light as a disabled person. Embracing radical acceptance means that I have done my best to accept what I can and cannot do, and what I can and cannot control, without judgment. I accepted that I needed to walk away from my job. But how was I supposed to define myself without it?

Capitalism defines most peoples’ self-identity, whether they realize it or not. We identify with our jobs, or with the “grind” culture, or with the moral goodness associated with working hard. But here I was, without a job. And I had my whole adult life ahead of me. I had to find a way to make a new identity outside of work.

Around this time, I started to gravitate towards stories where characters are faced with similar decisions, even if I didn’t realize it yet. And let me tell you, there aren’t many of them.

@bluedalahorse and I talk about this a lot. In our ultra-franchised world, the point of stories, even those that are supposedly about rebellions, is often to return characters to the status quo, so that the next movie/comic/episode can pick back up where the last one left off. And when there is a significant change in the status quo, it is usually because the characters worked, and pushed, and struggled to achieve that change. It’s very rare to see a story about someone who walked away from something that was harming them. It’s rarer still to find something that deals with the aftermath, as characters work to re-establish themselves.

I’ve found a lot of comfort in true stories of people leaving cults and high demand religions, and of queer people forced to leave their conservative families behind. In all of these cases, people are consciously abandoning a predominant belief system that is harming them, and have to start over as they craft their new sense of identity. (I am also queer, which adds an additional level of connection). Often people in these situations come to rely on their found family, a thing I have also found to be true in my own life.

I quit my job in between seasons 1 and 2 of Young Royals, and I don’t think I realized how many themes connected my experience to Wilhelm’s until I was watching season 2. Wilhelm is the protagonist of Young Royals, and his central dramatic question has always been: will he fulfill his duty as a royal? Or will he quit, and discover who he is beyond the system he was raised in? Simon is a huge part of this decision, obviously, but the question has never been strictly about Simon.

While I have no personal experience with the monarchy, I do know what it’s like to consider walking away from a role that you assumed you would fill for the rest of your life. I know what it’s like to think about quitting your job.

There’s so much pressure on Wilhelm to assume the role of perfect Crown Prince. He’s told constantly—by Kristina, by Jan-Olof, by the court-- that he can’t let his family or his country down by deviating from this role in any way.

This is a pretty common experience for people who are trying to quit something. They are told that they will let down those around them if they leave. People who are leaving high demand religions are told that they will not be able to enter heaven. Queer people in conservative families are told they can’t come out because “it would break [elderly relative]’s heart and kill them.” When I quit my job, I thought a lot about how I’d be letting down my coworkers and everyone who knew me as a hyper-competent career-driven person.(This included some of my doctors by the way, who expressed their disappointment in my failure to adhere to their idea of a “worthy” disabled person, i.e. someone who soldiered through the pain and continued to work. Some withdrew care because of this and honestly I will never forgive them). And maybe I was letting people down, and maybe ex-Mormons really will spend the afterlife in outer darkness, and maybe all the grandmas of queer people will be so upset that they kick the bucket when their grandkids come out. But ultimately, if your happiness or safety or well being depends on leaving, it doesn’t really matter. You have to do it anyway. You have to abandon the things that you can no longer carry. You have to discover who you are on the other side of religion, of the closet, of capitalism.

I think about this every time people in the fandom talk about how Wilhelm leaving the line of succession will create a constitutional crisis, or impact all of Sweden negatively. I am personally pretty anti-monarchist, but I honestly can’t even tell you if I think that Wilhelm removing himself from the line of succession would bring about the end of the Swedish monarchy or not. Honestly, I don’t really care. I care about Wilhelm. I want him to seek happiness, to search for the future that must live on the other side of this oppressive system he finds himself in. A constitutional crisis? That’s Kristina’s problem, that’s Jan-Olof’s problem, that’s the government’s problem. Radical acceptance means focusing on the things you can control, and Wilhelm can only control his own happiness.

When this issue gets debated, I often see people argue that Wilhelm is too young to make the decision to give up the throne. But the reality is that we ask teenagers to make decisions about their futures all the time. @bluedalahorse wrote a great piece of meta about that here. I love what she said so much I’m going to quote it directly:

Nonetheless, we ask teenagers of Sara and Wilhelm’s ages to think about decisions that affect their future all the time. We ask them to consider what career they’ll pursue or what university to attend. Teenagers who grow up in various denominations of Christianity consider whether they’re going to go through with Confirmation or sometimes Baptism. Other religions (ones where I can’t speak from as much personal experience) have various other rites of passage around this age, and various cultures have coming of age rituals. For some teens, they do these things willingly and with their whole heart, whereas for others, they do it to please their parents or families or for the social norms of it all.

And if Wilhelm is too young to decide to give up the throne, how can he be old enough to decide to keep it? Surely the decision to take on the governance of a country, even in a symbolic way, requires as much, if not more, maturity than the decision to pursue a less high-powered career elsewhere.

When people in the fandom claim that Wilhelm is too young to make this decision, I hear Kristina telling Wilhelm to wait until he’s 18 to come out, because only then will he be responsible enough to deal with the consequences. That’s a delaying tactic, and nothing more. People who don’t want you to leave will ask you to delay your decision over and over again, because they think that if they can kick the can down the road just a little farther, they’ll never have to lose you.

I also see people argue that Wilhelm isn’t qualified to make a decision because he doesn’t know enough about the “real world” to know what he is choosing. To be honest I don’t think most teenagers know much about the “real world”. I definitely didn’t. But we ask them to make decisions that will affect their futures anyway. And here’s another way to look at this: Wilhelm has plenty of places he can look to for examples of how “ordinary” people live. He can find out what it’s like to be from a noble but non-royal family from the students at Hillerska. He can talk to Simon and Linda about what their lives are like. He can read the millions of books, or watch the thousands of movies and TV shows that feature non-royal protagonists and were created by non-royal artists. But only Wilhelm knows what it is like to be Crown Prince. No one else has had that experience. So I would argue that actually, Wilhelm is the only one qualified to make this call.

Ultimately, the agency and mental capacity of people who are quitting is often doubted, usually by the people who have the most to gain by keeping them in place.

So many people have so much invested in maintaining the status quo. And as soon as you invest in a system, someone daring to leave puts your world view into question. Why are you dealing with so many oppressive rules if someone else can just leave? We see this a lot with high demand religions and cults; if someone threatens to break free, the members often join ranks and work together to pressure them to stay. What has your sacrifice as a woman in a patriarchal religion meant, for example, if another woman can decide to simply walk away? Does Kristina’s grim life of duty and sacrifice matter, if Wilhelm can just opt out and seek happiness instead?

Then of course, there are all the benefits that an oppressive system confers on its most privileged members. Those benefits are in danger of disappearing if enough people quit, so high ranking people will work to keep others in line. Think about all the people who benefit from the monarchy: all the staff who work for the royal family, all the nobles who get their reputation by proximity to the monarch, and everyone in Sweden who in general benefits from the image that a long-standing institution of white, straight, conservative power projects.

And those aren’t people Wilhelm needs to be responsible for (or should be concerned with placating, to be honest). If the monarchy fails because Wilhelm leaves, it’s because there’s always been a fault in the system. Those relying on this outdated system have signed their own fate.

No one knows fully what life will be like after they quit. That’s the radical acceptance part of quitting. You have to make a blind leap, and discover a whole new world once you land. Wilhelm is no more sheltered than anyone before they take this leap. Everyone who quits—a religion, a cult, a job—has to go through this process of rediscovery. You have to learn by doing. People do that successfully all the time, and I believe that Wilhelm can too.

When I was talking about this meta with @bluedalahorse, we talked a lot about Plato’s allegory of the cave. That story goes something like this:

Several prisoners have been kept inside a cave their entire life. They are chained to the spot, and cannot move. They are facing the back wall of the cave. Behind them is a fire, and in between them and the fire, their captors walk back and forth, casting shadows on the wall. Because the prisoners have been kept in the cave their entire life and have only ever seen shadows, they think the shadows are real. They think the only thing that exists in the world is shadows. Until one day, one of the prisoners is set free. He goes outside for the first time, where he is blinded by the sun and overwhelmed by stimulus. But he discovers the real world. He now knows that the shadows he was used to are pale imitations of the real things. He’s so excited that he goes back to tell his fellow prisoners what he has learned. But the prisoners get angry at him for challenging their world view. They don’t believe him, no matter what he says.

There are a lot of ways you can interpret this story. Some people think that Plato is talking about the role of philosophers in society. Some people use it to explain a philosophical concept he writes about elsewhere called “forms”. But I think one thing is clear. Plato didn’t write the allegory of the cave (and it didn’t stick around in human imagination for thousands of years) because he thought you should stay in the cave. Leaving the cave is hard. You will be met with resistance. But discovering the real world, when you were only seeing shadows before, is worth it.

I want Wilhelm to leave to be happy, to see the real world instead of shadows. But I also believe it’s what the story demands. It’s the only answer that makes asking the dramatic question—should Wilhelm conform or rebel?—worthwhile to me.

To be king, but to be the first gay king, would be such an unsatisfactory ending for me. It reminds me of how hard I tried to keep my job—by working from bed, by reducing my hours. My boss could do the best he could to be accommodating, but ultimately working was harming me. You can’t adapt the monarchy enough to make it a non-damaging space for Wilhelm, because there will always be people pressuring him to conform to its straight, stoic ideals. Those ideals have been around for hundreds of years, and to put all of the burden of reforming them on Wilhelm is unfair and unrealistic. If he does stay, I see him struggling to change a system that is not designed for him. Even if he does make small victories for representation or inclusion in that context, it will come at an enormous emotional cost. I just don’t think it’s worth it. Not when there’s a whole world where Wilhelm could be doing good, important work– in whatever arena he chooses– that won’t also come along with inherent emotional trauma.

Believe me, there’s a whole world to be discovered after you walk away from something that’s damaging you. You grieve, yes, but you also grow. Since quitting I’ve been able to love my friends harder, to treat myself better, to give back to the disabled community. I think if you talk to most people who have committed a similar act of radical quitting they’ll say the same thing. I want this future for Wilhelm, but I also want this kind of story to exist for all of us. I want there to be a story that represents those of us who have had to make these kinds of decisions. I want there to be a story that can encourage people who are currently wrestling with their desire to leave and the pressure to stay. And I want there to be a story that shows the hope, the bravery, and the self-belief that is required to walk away and seek a brighter future.

#young royals #prince wilhelm #wilhelm young royals #my meta #my crip media reviews #this turned out to be very long thank you if you read it all

83 notes · View notes

jhypeach · 2 years

Text

Paper Planes pt.1

intro, part 2 summary: Life was never easy, and neither was marriage. Just when things were looking well for the both of you, another long-term issue surfaced, bringing you both to your breaking point. word count: 2k+ warnings: pussy eating, smut smut smut

Marriage was never simple. It is not something you should do just because you want to be tied down to a lifelong commitment. But, as the Jeongs can attest, it takes a deeper compassion to give up your singlehood and enter into a union of life.

You and Jaehyun have been married for four years, and to say you have never argued would be a lie. Fighting in a marriage is typical. You already know that if you don't quarrel anymore, it shows you're sick of one other. That's what you've been telling yourself every time you and your husband argue. Which certainly does, because look at you two now, cuddling in bed as if you hadn't screamed at each other the night before.

Jaehyun was spooning you from your behind with his arms wrapped around your upper body, almost covering your naked body as the sheets were covering your bottoms. He kissed your head and whispered, "I’m sorry, I should’ve let you know." You turned your head a little to his side and pressed your lips together, forming a thin smile. "It’s fine, I should’ve understood that you’ve been working your ass off lately," you said as he pressed a kiss on your temple.

"I'm sorry," you pouted your lips and made a puppy eye as you asked for an apology. Your husband laughed at your attempt to make him melt with your cute antics. Well, it worked as he kissed your lips.

"Love, I know it would be nice to have some morning sex," you smiled between kisses as you felt him deepen the kisses. "But we have work and we’ll be late if we don’t get up any minute now." You pushed his chest as he hovered on top of you with his right arm resting next to your head and the other one on your hips.

"K, just one last ki-uhmm," his words murmured as he indulged his lips on yours. "Jae!" you yelled and laughed as he started nibbling your jaw and it tickled you. "Babe, stop!" he laughed with you. "All right, now we'll go shower," he finally said as he carried you inside the bathroom of your shared bedroom with him.

You both frantically packed your belongings after taking a shower together and having a quickie inside the bathroom since, well, time is running out and you're both late for work now. "See, this is why we should never shower together," you nagged your husband as he tried to tie his necktie and you merely placed whatever on your face to hide off his love bites.

You saw him fumbling with his necktie, you smacked his busy hands on it to do it for him, to which he cutely grinned. Oh, please, love. You were having a good time; you were even telling me to go fa-"

"Enough! " You cut him off as you tightened his tie, causing him to chokeHe smiled as you adjusted and loosened his tie, so you glared at him and finished packing your office bag.

You kissed him goodbye as you went out first, “I’ll get going now, byee”.

The drive to work took you half an hour, as usual, but despite being late, you managed to greet everyone with a grin. Who wouldn't be happy after having great sex and a nice shower with your husband the night before?

This made you realize that no matter how tough life is, you'll always have Jaehyun to help you get through it, even if it's tiresome. You can still go home to Jaehyun and shower each other with love.

"So much smile for this morning. As if you didn’t call last night crying over your workaholic husband who doesn’t inform you every now and then." Your train of thoughts was interrupted by Amara, who almost didn’t breathe. "And girl, you’re late," she stated the obvious. "Well, good morning to you as well, Amy," you smiled as you sat down beside her at your table. "And you’re smiling," she said, and acted disgusted and scared by your actions, "creepy marriage life."

You laughed at her before opening your laptop to start your work. "Well, I had a wonderful night and morning because I am married," you said, proudly emphasizing the pronouns you used.

"Well, I also have a wonderful life because I am not married and I don’t have a husband to have a feud with every fucking night". She said, also emphasizing the pronouns she used. You glared at her as she smiled at you mockingly. "And oh, congratulations for completing the week of having a fight with Jaehyun every night." She continued as she finally glared at you.

You reasoned, "it's normal for a married couple to fight," which she clearly did not buy. "But it’s not normal to fight almost every month," she contradicts. "This has been going on for almost a year now. Aren’t you tired?" She asked worriedly.

You briefly looked at her, "Okay, your serious face is scaring me." You then shifted your gaze to your work to avoid her daggering eyes.

"Y/n, seriously, what do you have to hold on to?" Her words struck you. These are the words you've been asking yourself every night

'What's there to hang on to?'

You realize it's exhausting, but you're not sure when you'll both stop and eventually adjust to each other. After four years of marriage, you're still on your path to the bliss that marriage could have. After four years of marriage, you and Jaehyun still haven't worked out how to handle your relationship.

"I love him," you said, hoping to convince yourself that Jaehyun is enough to keep you hanging on. "I vowed to love him for better or for worse," Amara hissed at you, and you grinned to yourself as you stroked your thumb on your wedding ring.

This ring on your finger will have eternal significance in your life. It will always remind you of your strength and undying love for one another. It is exhausting, but that is Jaehyun. You adore him. He gives you a purpose to keep going.

The following weeks have been good for you and Jaehyun. There were no petty fights and arguments. It wasn’t like the previous weeks where you two argued about everything, resulting in him storming out of your house and spending a night or two at Mark’s.

You’ve been enjoying each other, going out on dates, having sex, talking about life, and enjoying every little thing in your married life.

"So good," he said, as he sucked your pussy that you clenched around his tongue. "Uhm," you moaned, as you felt his tongue pushing inside your pussy again. "You love that?" he asked whilst his mouth was pressed on your vagina. His other hand was massaging your boobs, and the other one was playing with your clitoris, pinching and playing with it like what he was doing with your nipples.

"B-babe," you called to him as you were about to reach your high. He keeps pushing his tongue inside you, and in no time, you are released into his mouth. He licked your cum and kissed your pussy before bringing his lips to yours. You tasted a bit of your release, which made you frown a little. "That’s my favorite though," Jaehyun said when he saw your reaction.

You then grabbed his strong cock and angled it to your aching cunt. When you clench around his dick, he starts pushing and ramming it inside you, grunting at how tight your walls are. "So fucking tight". He started hitting your sweet spot, which made you moan as he kept thrusting, balls slapping your ass.

"That’s- that’s it, bab-y" your stammer on your words as felt your throat drying from moaning and groaning and its hard for your form words.

Jaehyun thrust faster and deeper you could hear the squirming of your pussy and his dick, "Oh god, I-im close" you said as you drag your finger nails on his shoulder and curling your toes to the pleasure, "Wait for me. "I'm close," his thrusts then became sloppier but still deep.

Few more grunting and shoving his dick inside you, you come not long after Jaehyun released inside you too.

He looked at you in the eyes as you both catch your breath. He smiled at you and pressed a smile on your forehead. He slowly removes his shaft from inside you and lies beside you, his face nestled against your neck. His hand reached for something on your side table; you saw him grab your lotion.

He puts a sufficient amount of it on his hand; he then slowly rubs it on your core to soothe it. "We'll take a bath after," he said into your ear, "and then let's go out," he said as you looked at him. He lowered his gaze at you and smiled sweetly. "Why, what’s the occasion?" you asked. "Nothing. "Can't I bring my wife out when I’m free?" You laughed at his spontaneity, "Okay then, but you’ll shower me. I can’t walk," you said, as you narrowed your eyes at him.

He laughed at you and kissed your lips before carrying you. "Yes, Ma'am!" he said enthusiastically.

You two were strolling through the mall, buying things you thought you needed, when Jaehyun abruptly stopped to pick up the onesie for the baby. "Cute, right?" he asked, and you nodded in agreement. "Come on, babe, let’s go. We might miss the movie,” you said as you pulled him to walk forward.

"You’re not pregnant yet?" he asked you as you walked to the cinema. Jaehyun already talked to you about how much he wanted to have kids, but you’re still not ready for it.

Thankfully, he was patient enough with you and your decisions. You shook your head and pressed your lips together as you inhaled deeply. "Do you still don’t wanna have kids?" he asked you carefully. "No, not anytime soon." You state, firm with your decision, "Can we not talk about this, please?" You begged him. "Why not, I mean it’s 4 years already" He replied, still trying to persuade you.

"Jae, I told you already. I don’t wanna have kids. So can we please not talk about it anymore? "You’re getting annoyed now as this topic has been discussed by the two of you a long time ago, even before you got married. "All right," he said coldly, walking past you. "Goodness, do we really have to fight over this? Again?" you said as he walked ahead of you.

You end up not watching the movie anymore and just going home since clearly you two are pissed at each other. "You can’t just make me want to have kids like you, Jaehyun. It doesn’t work like that, "you raised your voice at him as you entered your house. "Then what does it take for you to have one?" 4 years of marriage, Y/n. 4 years," he fired back to you, "Don’t you think it’s time for us to finally have a family?" of our own? "It pisses me off to see you enjoying other people’s kids when we can have our own," he continued.

"How can we raise a child when we even argue over a little thing?" You finally turned your back and looked at him, "Can’t we enjoy our life together?" "Just us two?" you asked him sincerely. He didn’t talk back, and he just looked at you.

"I’ll go back to the office. Don’t wait up for me, I’ll sleep at Mark’s tonight, "he said before leaving you in the living room and getting some of his clothes.

"Again? You’re just gonna leave just like that? " You asked him. Every time you two have a fight, he just walks out and passes some days before going home, in which case you always take your time understanding him. In which you do every time.

"Jaehyun, you can’t just leave whenever we argue" you cleared that to him, "Then you can’t just decide onto something alone when where in this partnership in life together" he said before going out of your house and starting the engine of his car.

There he goes again, turning his back on you. Leaving you to figure out how to handle everything on your own.

Does it always have to be like this? When will we be able to see the end of this tormenting part of our lives, Jae?

#jaehyun fluff #nct x reader #nct #jaehyun #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fic #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reader #jeong jaehyun #nct jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #paper planes #nct127 #nct 127 smut #kpop smut #kpop angst

492 notes · View notes

will-this-drama-break-me · 5 months

Text

My Journey to You

This is going to be fun, I said. Surely they won't break my heart, I said. I was wrong.

As usual, spoiler-free above the cut, spoilers below.

General Rating: 9/10 Fight Choreo: 11/10 Cinematography and CGI: 10/10 Acting: 9/10 Costume: 10/10 Scene/Setting: 10/10 Heartbreak Meter: 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔/10

At a lovely 24-episode run, My Journey to You is a wuxia drama with a rich plot, beautiful costuming and scenery, and downright stunning fight scenes. It is the story Yun Wei Shan, an assassin completing one last assignment in hopes of gaining her freedom. She infiltrates the Gong residence and experiences love and friendship, which leads to self-discovery alongside Gong Zi Yu, who is fighting for the respect of his family hidden in the mountains. The plot has many twists and turns, with many people working in secret for their own goals and forming alliances. No one has the full story until the end, not even you as the viewer. I truly enjoyed yelling at the screen and retracting my insults to certain characters.

The cinematography was beautiful for every shot. From the wide shots of the beautiful mountain to slowed shots in fights, everything was clear, lovely, and purposeful. I sometimes skip wuxia fight scenes if they feel repetitive or boring in their choreography. I did not skip a single fight here. The details were so intricate and crisp! The moves played off each other like a dance- this wasn't just wild slashing at each other and random leaps into the air- every move felt like the characters spent years learning their art.

So why does it get 9 broken hearts? This one made me cry at the end.

Spoiler Review:

The romance between Yun Wei Shan and Gong Zi Yu took me by surprise not because I did not expect romance, but because I did not expect it to develop in a realistic way. Yun Wei Shan is not used to allowing other to see her feelings, and has grown to expect her trust to be betrayed. It only makes sense that, even after she allows herself to fall in love, she won't admit to it.

Gong Zi Yu on the other hand was bound to fall in love at first sight, and the maturing of the character does not take that aspect away from him. He is steadfast in his love and loyalty to her, even if it makes him work 5x harder to protect his family.

This is ALSO WHY IT BROKE MY HEART. I was fully expecting her to fake the love in the beginning, guarding my heart as she did her own. Her cold distance established a boundary that protect bother her heart and my expectations as a viewer. Little did I know goofy little Gong Zi Yu is incapable of loving quietly or in half measures; he bulldozed through her boundaries and won my affection. Little did I know the show would let me think in the FINAL EPISODE THAT THEY WOULD BE HAPPY only to snatch that happiness away! Don't get me wrong, it is very realistic. Of course she would get got by the assassin network she just took down. But for him to never know? For him to think she left him? That kills me.

Ok ok ok. Let's talk about Shangguan Qian: I hate her. I really do. She made me so anxious and so angry with every move she made. The actress is amazing- every time she smiled, she gave me a sick feeling of dread. The character? Awful, in a good way. She was written so well- as time went on they showed us how someone becomes as self serving as she is. Do I think she loved Gong Shang Jue? Yes, but it didn't matter. At every turn, she will make the decision that best serves her. So I think she's a lying lie face. I think she lied about the baby. I think she lied. I feel so bad for Gong Shang Jue, as she really pried open his heart with a crowbar and crawled in only to trash the place before she left. Funny enough, I think she did him some good. That heart is still open a crack.

While we are talking about Gong Shang Jue, let's also talk about his baby brother. I call him and Gong Yuan Zhi the Scorpion Brothers, with Gong Yuan Zhi affectionately titled the Scorpion Baby. I love my little Scorpion Baby and his little poisons and his deep loyalty to his brother. It's all so cute. Has he killed people? Yes, but it made him happy so we're going to ignore that. Has he tortured people? Again, stop asking questions. My Scorpion baby has never done anything wrong ever. Ever. As for his brother, Shang Jue was such a compelling character. The show first pitches him to us as a noble villain- after all, if we didn't know there were spies in the Gong residence, he would be the one we suspect for every slight, just like Gong Zi Yu does. But just as he painted as a villain, the show gives us glimmers of him as a loving person. He protects Scorpion Baby and holds his undying loyalty. He reprimands a servant for going into politics when his father's death is announced. He acts decisively, not cruelly, and as we learn that he lost a baby brother and his mother, it makes sense why he so fiercely protects the family despite how uncomfortable it might make others. Ugh, I love him. I wanted the best for him. And Shangguan Qian just...left him loving her.

The plot of Wufeng attempting to take down the last holdout against their power while the sons of the Gong family are fighting for power (while not realizing they are fighting for the same thing: keeping their family safe), and a MEMBER OF THE FAMILY working against everyone to go scorched earth to avenge his parents? Wow. Every twist and turn was well done, and it played well on the needs and motivations of each character, so it didn't feel forced. The puzzle pieces all fit in the end.

Would I recommend this drama? Yes, if you can take the pain.

#my journey to you #cdrama #wuxia #wuxia drama #dramas that broke my heart

13 notes · View notes

sohoscribblers · 4 months

Text

A Deeper Dive into First Person POV

by @adeptdragonfruit54

What is First person POV more specifically?

First-person perspective is a storytelling technique that narrates the story from the POV of a single character, usually the protagonist but sometimes it can be a side character linked to the protagonist. If it’s the protagonist telling the story, you’ll see the pronoun “I.” In this form of storytelling, the story unfolds through the eyes, internal thoughts, and emotions of the “I” narrator. It’s a very intimate form of storytelling that lets the character speak directly to the reader or even lets the reader feel that they are the narrator. In the “I” form of storytelling, the reader is looking through the eyes of the protagonist directly and experiencing everything without the filter of the author as narrator.

For example:

Consider the last scene in Season 2 of Good Omens on Amazon Prime when Aziraphale turns his head away from Crowley to hide his emotions/tears. Let’s write that in first person and then third person.

First person POV Aziraphale: “You idiot, we could have been us,” Crowley said to me. Words jammed in my throat and creased my brow as I looked my companion of many long years. A half motion toward him and a half motion away repeated several times indecisively made my body rock back and forth. Hot tears welled in my eyes. Finally, the waves of emotion became too unbearable. I turned my face away quickly to stifle the cry of pain that threaten to break from my throat as a single tear rolled from the corner of my eye. But as quickly as the tear could slip from my eye, I heard Crowley’s light footsteps cross the space between us and felt him grab the lapels of my jacket. And then his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding an answer; demanding that I understand what he was trying to say.

Third Person POV: “You idiot, we could have been us,” said Crowley. He paused a moment, hoping for some affirmative response, or any response from the angel. Aziraphale looked at him with a creased brow, his shoulders rocking first toward the demon and then away as if undecided which way to move. Crowley watched this indecisive little movement, hoping against hope that his angel would decide to move to him in the end, but his hopes were dashed when Aziraphale simply turned his head away and refused to look at him further or to speak. Then, in one final, desperate act, Crowley closed the space between them. He latched onto Aziraphale’s collar and kissed him, trying to communicate all his love and need and desperation into that one single human act. He demanded with his lips that Aziraphale understand everything that words had failed to convey. He hoped for a Vavoom.

Advantages of first person

The most obvious advantage of using first person POV is that it establishes an immediate rapport between the reader and the narrator and lets the reader form a deep connection with the character. You can really explore a character’s growth and viewpoints throughout a story using this perspective. Second, it can lend the story credibility which if you’re going for the angle of an unreliable narrator can be useful for misdirection. The trust between a first-person narrator and reader can be built by using a narrator who lies and then later broken when the truth is revealed. Another big advantage of narrating in the first person is that you can express an opinion. A great example of this is To Kill a Mockingbird. The narrator is six-year-old Scout and the opinions being explored are bias and racial prejudice in the American south. Finally, as a writer, you can also use multiple first person POVs to express different character views and opinions and tell the story from many viewpoints. This can be an interesting tool for building intrigue in the story if each person telling it only knows part of the story at any given moment.

Continue on AO3

#good omens #scribblers of soho #writer stuff #new writers corner #writers doing research #writerscommunity #creative writing #writing #writers toolbox

5 notes · View notes

mtdthoughts · 1 month

Text

Here is Chapter 3 of the current fanfiction I'm writing. It's about the twins' time in the orphanage, and here both of the the twins' POVs are given, with Dali's in the first half and Migi's in the second half.

I'll post it to AO3 after reviewing it a bit more.

CHAPTER 3 – Orphans

Dali:

I lost track of the time I spent in the wild with Migi. Eventually, I stopped counting the days and instead looked at ourselves for proof of our hardship-filled days.

Our hair had grown so long and unkempt that we began to see Mother in each other.

Our nails grew so much, though our attempts to clip them only made them uneven and jagged.

Our already tattered clothes were nearing their final days, as I could count with my fingers how many threads were still holding them together.

Our bodies became covered with dirt and a distinct odor, though we eventually got used to this.

Nonetheless, I could do nothing but take Migi by his hand as we wandered aimlessly for survival. I couldn’t help but question why it was that we had to suffer like this, why Mother just suddenly left us behind all alone.

But for Migi’s sake, I could not afford to display these unnecessary feelings. Because Migi and I were always watching each other, I could not afford to cause him any worry.

Fortunately, I’ve learned to control my emotions ever since the day Migi almost caught me crying. It was better this way.

Still, there was only so much I could do, as weariness from our trek continuously gnawed at me, gradually wearing down my spirit.

But it seemed that this was not the end of the line for us. Looking back, I wasn’t sure if fate was finally being kind or cruel as it usually was, but one day as we walked through the woods, we encountered an old woman who asked us where our parents were. We struggled to answer her question since we hadn’t spoken to anyone in such a long time, but she quickly figured out that we were orphans. She offered to take us to a house that had food and water, and I accepted the offer, though I was under no illusion that this would be pleasant.

Eventually, she took us to the Soramame House, the orphanage that we stayed at for much of our lives. As soon as we arrived, the director welcomed us in, directing to us to a small table. She presented us with juice and a few snacks and interviewed us on how we ended up here. While Migi gobbled up the snacks, I told her that we wandered through the woods after our mother disappeared one night, intentionally concealing the fact that we had found her dead. She teared up and welcomed us with open arms. I felt a slight warmth.

But it turned out that the director gave the same treatment to all the other children. As soon as the director introduced us to the other children, they gave us weird looks as if we didn’t belong. They asked us all sorts of questions and repeatedly pointed out how weird we were, whether it was our blonde hair, our big blue eyes, or the fact that we were identical twins.

Our uniqueness only made us stand out in a bad way. None of the other children would play with us, and they laughed at the fact that we were always together, even when we slept. The smaller ones occasionally played pranks on us, and the bigger ones would push us around and act brutishly towards us if they weren’t in a good mood.

I sometimes found myself thinking why things were like this. I didn’t ask for this hair and these eyes. I didn’t ask Mother to leave us behind. Migi seemed to think this too, because he would sometimes hold me tightly at night, asking me if it was okay for us to have our hair. I always responded with an “of course” while stroking his hair, though I wasn’t sure of it either.

This would be the norm for several years, and eventually the other children made fun of us for our small size and gave us nicknames like “Gloom” and “Doom”. The director occasionally told the other children to get along with us, but to no avail, as even if they couldn’t mistreat us, they weren’t friendly to us either.

But I learned to deal with this. Migi and I began sparring against each other so that we could defend ourselves against the bigger children. To get payback against the other children that mistreated us, we played pranks against them, taking advantage of the fact that we were twins. Over the years, Migi seemed to have toughened up a bit too, though he still held me tightly at night from time to time.

But most importantly, while the other children played, we read books together. Migi and I could often be found sitting in a corner, holding each side of the book with one hand and each other’s hand with the other. I found a sense of solace in these books, as we could immerse ourselves into different worlds and have adventures where it was always just the two of us.

It didn’t matter that none of the other children liked us because we didn’t need them, because we always had each other.

Things continued like this until the day we returned to Origon Village to avenge our mother.

Migi:

After living out in the wild for such a long time, Dali and I finally had somewhere to stay. A woman found us and took us to the orphanage. I was definitely nervous because this was our first time interacting with people. But I felt that things would be okay because Dali was here, and now we no longer had to put ourselves at the mercy of nature.

I held Dali’s hand as the director of the orphanage came out and welcomed us in. She led us to a table, and as we sat down, she brought out two cups of juice and a plate of snacks, inviting us to help ourselves. I looked to Dali, and he took a few moments to think before giving me a nod. I set aside Dali’s portion before helping myself to the remaining snacks and juice like there was no tomorrow. The director smiled at me as she began asking us questions about where we came from and how we got here.

Dali answered her questions as best as he could, explaining how we originally lived with Mother before she mysteriously disappeared, and how we lived in the wild afterwards. I noticed that Dali did not describe where we lived or how we found Mother dead. Looking back, perhaps Dali thought that our mission would be put at risk if information fell into the wrong hands. As expected of him.

After hearing our story, the director hugged us, and it reminded me of Mother. I almost wanted to cry before Dali held my hand tightly and gave me a reassuring smile.

The director then introduced us to the other children, and they all bombarded us with strange looks and questions about ourselves. We were the only identical twins, and the only ones with blonde hair and big blue eyes. I could do nothing but hold Dali’s hand as we nervously tried to answer their questions.

But their curiosity was only just the beginning of our experiences at the orphanage. The other children not only never played with us, but they often made fun of us because of how strange we were. We were orphans just like them, yet even among them we were outsiders because of our appearance.

Up until this point I’ve never considered it, but I began thinking whether it was okay for us to have these eyes and hair. If it were just me, I would have fallen completely into despair a long time ago. But every time I looked at Dali, every time Dali comforted me, I felt that perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all. Even if my hair and eyes were strange, it felt good knowing that the only person that mattered had them too.

Things stayed pretty much the same for several years, as we had no reason to leave the orphanage. We grew a bit bigger, but so did the other children who weren’t adopted. They continued to make fun of us, including the fact that we were small for our age, but luckily, we grew in other ways.

Dali came up with a special training regimen that would help us against the other children. We practiced hiding, crawling, and climbing so that we could eavesdrop and play pranks more effectively. We practiced fighting each other so that we could prepare ourselves in case the other children decided to be rough with us. Of course, I didn’t want to fight Dali, but I accepted that this was something we had to do for our own sake.

Dali and I also read books together while the other children played so that we could train our intellect. In the beginning, most of them were picture books, though we slowly moved on to more advanced books. It was also then that I found my eyes occasionally drifting away after reading for a while, as my brain slowly stopped processing the words in front of me. My eyes would be aimed at the other children, and just as part of me begins to wish that I was there with them, Dali would always grab my shoulder and shake me a bit, giving me a stern look before I continued reading with him. Strangely, sometimes I would catch Dali looking away towards the other children too, though he told me that he needed to rest his eyes for a bit.

With our bodies and minds trained, we were almost ready to go back to Origon Village to avenge Mother; we just needed parents to adopt us.

We began observing the adoptions, paying attention, and taking notes on whoever got adopted, and together we crafted the personality of the perfect boy.

We simulated the adoption process hundreds of times, where one of us pretended to be the adopter and the other the adoptee. I can’t count how many times Dali criticized my acting, but fortunately I was able to get better by watching him and following his example.

One example that stuck out was whenever he played as a child and I as an adult, I would stroke his hair after he said something nice. Once I did, Dali’s face would immediately soften in delight. Man, Dali was really good at acting.

With our act perfected, we were finally ready to return to Origon Village.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #fanfic #fanfiction #chapter 3 #wip

3 notes · View notes

random-of-random · 1 month

Text

Chapter 9 - Not the Start of a Relationship

A/N: Here it is, guys! The final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who read it, saved it, said anything! It means a lot.

“You’re making a mistake!” Y/N yelled as she was sat down in a chair. Magic held her down and she could barely move her arms, let alone her legs.

“You are a wanted woman. The man you just brought in here, half dead, is the one who reported you!”

Her breath caught in her chest and fear spread through her slowly like ice. “Is he going to be alright?”

“That is none of your-“

“Is Percival okay?!”

Walter clenched his jaw. “What makes you think you get to ask about him.”

“He’s my fiancé.” She said simply and Walter cracked a smile.

“Really, and how long has he been your fiancé?”

“Not long. Only a few months.” She said softly, her eyes misting.

“And how long have you been together.”

“Since the day Percival returned to work after his arm injury. Before he became head of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Years? You really expect us to believe you and Graves have been together for years? And he made you a wanted person for what? A lovers quarrel?”

“He didn’t! The man I brought in here tonight was Percival Graves. He has been kidnapped since the battle with Grindlewald.”

“Oh really? And who has been here this whole time?”

“Grindlewald.” Walter’s eyes went wide.

“You presume to tell me that the man who has been running our department is…” He paused before letting out a breath of air. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Please! You have to believe me. Wherever he still is as Percival - he is Grindlewald! He’s using a spell or maybe Polyjuice potion.”

“And who can vouch for any of what you’re saying?”

“Arnold knew.”

“Arnold is DEAD! Killed by Grindlewald.”

“Queenie!” She said quickly. “I have been friends with Queenie for years. She knows about me and Percival. She always has.”

“If this is true,” Her voice startled Y/N, she didn’t even realize Madame President had been cleverly concealed in the back of the room. “when did you know that Percival Graves wasn’t Percival Graves and how.” President Picquery was studying her with interest.

“The night he came back.”

“And you didn’t report it?” She asked, sitting down in front of her. With a nod to Walter the spell on the chair was lifted.

“I wasn’t sure right away. We have kept our relationship a secret. So, when we’re around others we act normal.”

“Why a secret?”

“I was worried if anyone knew they would think I wasn’t getting the job of my own merit. That Percival pushed it through, and Percival hates gossip. So, we just maintained professionalism. How is he? Is he alive.”

“Yes. He woke up demanding to see you, I am told. They gave him some medicine to calm him down and make him sleep so he could rest.” She answered and Y/N let out a strangled cry of relief. She took a few deep breaths before continuing.

“I realized when we were alone that night. Usually when one of us is gone or in a battle we take those moments to just be close, hold each other. He acted like I was a mere employee. Like he barely knew me and-“ Y/N clenched her jaw. She didn’t know if the President knew about Queenie and what she can do. She had to protect her too.

“And?”

“As part of my advanced training, I took it upon myself to train in Occlumency. I had read that powerful witches and wizards would have extreme advantage if they could read our minds.” Picquery nodded, urging her to continue. “I could feel him trying to read my mind. Like something crawling up my spine. I used Occlumency. He knew he couldn’t trust me in that moment and I knew he wasn’t Percival. I went right to the elevator and was told you had gone home for the night. Rather than risk a panic, I didn’t know who he was at that point, I decided I would come back early - first thing. Be waiting for you when you got it.”

“But you weren’t here. And you were already wanted.” Picquery said.

“He broke into my apartment that night, looking for me. Luckily, for me, I was already awake. He attacked me and I was able to escape. When I came here I was injured and I knew no one would believe me. So, I went looking for the real Percival.”

“Where did you find him?”

Y/N let out a sigh. “He was held in a house. In the pocket of my coat is a list of homes on the outskirts of the city. He was in the second to last on the list. With three of Grindlewald’s followers. They’ve all been stunned. Well, I don’t know if they still are. The wands that were taken off of me - they belong to them.” She handed the list to the President.

“Madam President.” Another Auror burst through the door. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but we just got something we don’t understand.”

“What’s that?”

“An Auror downtown, when you sent a patronus to ask for the status of Mr. Graves?”

“Yes.”

“They just sent a Patronus back saying Mr. Graves just went into the subway to go after the Obscurial.”

Picquery’s eyes turned back to Y/N. “It’s Grindlewald.”

“Walter - you get three Aurors and get to this address right away!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Collins - collect every hit witch or wizard we have. We’re going to that Subway station.”

Y/N felt her breaths coming in gasps. At least they believed her.

“Velma!” One of the President’s assistants came into the room. “Help Y/N down to the healing floor and take her to Mr. Graves.”

“A-are you sure?”

“That is an order. And while your at it send a memo to every department that Y/N Y/L/N is no longer a wanted woman and she has been falsely accused.”

“Be careful, Madam President, and thank you.” Y/N said with a nod and Picquery left the room in a hurry. Y/N stood on shaky feet and Velma quickly caught her.

“Don’t worry, Miss. Y/L/N. I’ve got you.”

“Please, I just want to see Percival.”

The walk down was slow. Y/N didn’t realize how exhausted she was before. Now that she knew Percival was safe, that the right people had been alerted to Grindlewald, she was aware of every ache and pain. She felt lightheaded and dizzy.

“When we get to Percival, I need to see a healer.”

“Would you like me to bring you straight to-“

“Just Percival.” Y/N answered quickly. The nurses on the healing floor looked on in confusion.

“Don’t worry, Miss. Y/L/N, that memo is going around now. Sent it as soon as we left the room.”

“Thank you.”

The door to Percival’s room was open. He was laying comfortably on the bed, his eyes closed and his breathing even. He wasn’t nearly as pale as he had been and Y/N let out a relieved sigh before Velma helped her into a seat next to the bed.

“I will get you a healer.” She was out the door in a flash. Y/N meant to thank her again, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of the man in front of her. Reaching a hand up she traced his jaw softly. She felt him stir and his beautiful brown eyes opened, looking at her.

“Y/N.” He tried to sit up but she stopped him and sat on the edge of his bed.

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“They were taking you away. I tried-“

“I know.” She gave him a small smile. “Picquery came to talk to me. It’s all settled. They’re going after Grindlewald.”

“Why did they arrest you?”

Y/N took a shaky breath. “Grindlewald has been impersonating you. Came back as you. I realized it wasn’t you.”

“I am so sorry. Y/N…” He sat up and his hand cupped her cheek.

“I’m just glad you’re back. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He kissed her softly. That familiar kiss that she could never get enough of. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” They held each other for a few moments. Just letting the quiet of the room surround them. For the first time in days they both felt safe and right where they needed to be. While across the city Grindlewald was being captured, their battle was over.

——————————-

The sun shone brightly overhead. The breeze was warm, and the smell of flowers permeated the air.

President Picquery’s voice talked to the crowd. ��We have come together today not to mark the start of a relationship, but to recognize a bond that already exists. This wedding is a celebration of love and I invite you to listen with peace and joy in your hearts while you share in this most joyous ceremony.”

Percival, in his finest dress robes, stood opposite of Y/N. The dress she picked couldn’t have been more perfect. When he saw her his heart raced. He mouthed “I love you.” as the President continued her speech. Queenie was in the front row, already crying. Her sister, Tina, was comforting her. It seems like all of the Magical Law Enforcement Department had turned up for their wedding.

The vows were exchanged, as were the rings. All Y/N could hope for, a life with the man across from her was happening. Through all the trying times, they had made it. When Percival kissed her, the first time has husband and wife, the crowd cheered. As he pulled away Percival was wearing a beaming smile. He knew his wife would fight through hell and back to save him, and he would never let her fall.

“I love you, Mr. Graves.”

“I love you, Mrs. Graves.”

They kissed again, as if they were the only two people in the world.

#percival graves #percival graves imagine #percival graves x reader #percival graves x ofc #percival graves fanfic

5 notes · View notes

bumblebeug · 2 years

Text

Simply Just Gone

Prompt: Lies

It has been forever and a day since I’ve written so, in order to shake the rust off, here’s a Danny Phantom oneshot for DannyMay2022. Enjoy!

_____________

Danny was fine lying. To himself. To others. After all, no one wanted to hear some of the ugly truths.

That is, he was fine with lying until he wasn't. So, he thumbed a quick message to his friends to come over and called his parent's from the top of the basement stairs to come into the family room where Jazz was already sitting.

"Dan-O! What's this all about?" Jack said as he bounded up the stairs with his usual enthusiasm. Maddie was on his heels wearing a slightly worried expression.

"Is there a ghost?" Jack continued loudly.

"Oh... something like that," Danny replied vaguely without fear as he walked through the threshold, "But, more importantly, I have something I have to tell you two."

Jazz suddenly sat up straighter and put her book to the side. The siblings shared a significant look. One questioning and one of half-lidded contentment.

"Are you sure?"

At Danny's confident nod, Jazz sprang up from her seat to grab her father's gun. But Maddie was quicker - she laid her hand on the charging weapon an pushed it down.

"...Jack, let's hear what he has to say."

Maddie felt an uneasiness she couldn't explain. This was the most relaxed she had seen her son in some time and she didn't want Jack to go and ruin it. But she couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly at her son, taking in his relaxed posture again. She fingered the blaster by her side. If it were a ghost possession, though, she was ready.

Danny glanced at his phone. His friends would be here any second. He cleared his throat.

"You guys probably want to sit -"

The doorbell rang before the door burst open. Both Sam and Tucker, slightly out of breath and panting, burst into the living room.

"It sounded - "

"Are you - "

His two friends started their questions and stopped simultaneously when Danny raised both hands.

"Guys, it's fine. It's just time."

Another truth shared. The contented feeling he had when he made his decision early grew.

"Oh, alright then. You had me worried." Tucker let out a breath and dropped into the nearest seat, swinging his legs out of the way when Sam turned to aim a kick at them. Danny huffed a small laugh at their antics.

Maddie's uneasiness grew. All of the children were acting... strange. Like they all knew something she and Jack didn't. She crossed her arms, refusing to sit down, "Danny, we're all here. What's this about?"

If Danny was bothered by the sharpness in her tone, he didn't show it. Instead, he smiled softly and let out a long and cleansing breath.

"I'm a ghost." He laughed slightly at the expression on their faces, "Well... partly at least."

Two short sentences was all it took to undo the years of lying,

of evading,

of denial.

He felt good. Better than good even. But, of course, two short sentences were all it took for pandemonium to break loose.

After several hours of explanation, several hugs, and one good crying session (mostly Jack was alone in this). The truth had been unleashed and Danny was accepted for all he was.

That's when Danny felt it, a sort of...unsticking sensation. It was a ticklish sort of feeling, like the light tug of a post-it note being peeled off the back of a hand. Danny smiled at the sensation and rubbed his arms to dispell the lingering feeling. There was the soft thump of something hitting the carpet somewhere near his feet. But Danny paid no mind, he just closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of everything finally clicking into place.

But when Danny finally opened his eyes, the expression on his family's faces had all changed to a look of horror and, while his two friends look ashen, they wore the expression they always did when a prank of his didn't land quite right. Sam was first to speak,

"Dude - not cool."

Tucker chimed in immediately, "That is soo totally not the way to show off your duplication powers."

Danny's eyebrows drew down into a frown. He didn't understand- he hadn't activated any of his powers. When both Tucker and Sam looked pointedly down at the ground, he followed their gaze and discovered his body lying there peacefully.

Inert.

'Ah' He thought. His expression cleared, "It's alright."

"Alright?!" Jazz nearly spat, "No- it isn't! It's not funny either! Cancel that duplication right now! Look what you are doing to our parents!"

She swept her arms behind her. Both Maddie and Jack had fresh tears gathering in their eyes. "Sweetie?" Maddie's voice came out obviosuly shakier than she intended and cleared her throat before she tried again. "Cancel that right now."

"I can't." Danny said simply, feeling the truth of the statement as it left his lips and relishing the wash of good feeling come over again him again. His hand ghosted over the body like a gentle caress before drifting away to look out at the night sky. A small sigh of contentment left Danny, "The stars are so clear right now."

Maddie felt her knees go weak. Her baby's unconcern over his body scared her deeply.

Apparently she wasn't the only one. Tucker jumped from his seat and rushed over to Danny. His hand passed right through his shoulder.

"Jazz - get the ecto-dejecto right now." Sam's voice was tight and high. "Hurry."

"What's going on?" Jack demanded as he hustled towards the body on the ground. "Why is he acting like this?"

Tucker swiped again at Danny's shoulder, intent on turning him away from the window where his friend's eyes were glued.

"Danny, c'mon man - stop being incorporeal. None of this is funny!"

Danny turned his head, causing his hair to flow preternaturally around his face, and patted his own shoulder.

"I can't do that either."

Now on her knees, halfway between the body and her son, Maddie looked at her baby boy. And swiped at her tears to discover that, no, he really was just blurring at the edges. Jazz bounded up the stairs with a large needle syringe filled with ecto-dejecto and beelined for the body on the ground.

"Dad! Stop shaking Danny and move!"

Jack stumbling away half crouched, crawled to his wife, and wrapped his arms around her. Whatever he whispered in her ear was lost as they watched their daughter jam the needle into the body's skin. The glowing green liquid sunk in without resistance.

Thirty seconds passed.

A minute.

No change.

All five people started talking over one another.

"Guys?" Danny asked as he finally turned from the window. They quieted immediately. He made eye contact with each person in the room. "It's alright. Really. I'm fine. I'm happy. Thank you. I love you all so, so much. It's just..." He trailed off and passed through the walls to the yard.

Every person scrambled out the door to find him floating in place, head craned back looking at the sky again with his arms raised up as if asking a larger person for a hug or to be picked up.

"I've always wanted to be a part of the night sky." He continued softly and lowered his arms to his sides and, suddenly, he wasn't there anymore.

Simply just gone.

#dannymay2022 #danny phantom #danny fenton #dannymay day 5 #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #reveal fic #dp oneshot #dp #fully dead danny #dp prompt #a little sad #danny is happy

114 notes · View notes

cursivebloodlines · 9 months

Note

❛ i already know what you did , i just want to hear it from you. ❜ - lydia (omg the potential angst we were talking about the other day)

Don't cry. Don't give him your tears, Lydia. Never had she ever felt so weak. Everything was spinning out of control, slipping through her fingers, and suffice to say, she was spiraling. Could you blame her? The moment she finally thought, for the first time in a long time, that maybe - just maybe, there was room in her heart for another. For Aaron, more specifically. Something had to come along and ruin it. They were getting somewhere, and he made her feel the most alive she had in years. Like she was doing more than just existing, that maybe she could finally move on.

"You know nothing, Aaron." It didn't stop the tears from clouding her vision anyway, though. She tried her hardest to sound sharp, remain stoic... but how could she not let her feelings get in the way?

Her ex-husband wound up dead. Lydia knew how this story went, how it looked. The bitter ex-wife, only conveniently not long ago publically told Aaron if she ever saw that piece of shit again, she could kill him. Fucking hell, when she went to the scene she acted as if he were any other victim in any other case. Conveniently failed to tell her colleagues, the police, of her relation to him...because she knew they would throw her off the case. Her feelings were complicated; she hated the man, hated what he had done to her but once upon a time, she had loved him. It wasn't all bad. And this...this death, one so close to her, it rattled her cages, sent her off into the deep end. She shouldn't be surprised really. Deep down, Lydia knew the day would come when he would end up getting himself killed. In fact, she was even more surprised he lasted as long as he did. But despite it all, she wanted to find out what happened to him. Wanted to be the one to conduct the autopsy, to handle the case. And she couldn’t do that if they threw her off because of her personal connection. It was a complicated situation.

Usually, Lydia could handle complicated. It was as easy to her as breathing. But lies beget more lies. The longer she lied, the harder it became to worm her way out of it. And said lies always had a way of coming out in the end. They did. She should have known it was inevitable but the longer it went, the more difficult it became to come out with the truth. The moment they brought her in to ask her about her marriage, she knew how it would look. That they would be suspecting her next. She wasn’t an idiot — mostly — so she knew what would come next. Become a person of interest, which means the slightest of things would have her on their radar, trying to tie her into the evidence presented at the scene. Trying to link her lies with it, trying to find a motive. What fucking motive? She hadn’t seen the man in years. Why would she want to ruin her life when she was better than she had ever been?

Then there was Aaron…Oh, Aaron. The man she really was starting to fall for. Had her own lies ruined this? Ruined them before they had a chance to truly flourish? Stood before her, basically directly accusing her of murder without saying the exact words. Well, she had to admire him; he had the gall to say it to her face rather than behind closed doors, hushed whispers, and over-the-shoulder glances. Lydia knew she looked guilty. They’d suspended her pending further investigation into her ex-husband's death, to prevent her from meddling, she assumed. Without work, she really was in a sorry state. Didn't know what to do with herself. Normally she wouldn't be caught dead looking the way she did. No makeup, her hair half out of her messy ponytail, and wearing the same sweats from two nights ago, relying on energy drinks and caffeine to keep her up all night and get her through the day. Her exhaustion showed. It was pathetic. A sign of weakness. No wonder he believed what everyone else was saying about her. But she didn't have time for messing around; being out of work meant she needed to find a new angle, try to do something - anything - to prove her innocence. So she didn't have time to look so put together as she normally would. If she knew he was coming then she absolutely would have looked more presentable and it pained her, to let him see her like that. It was no wonder she looked guilty. but she wasn't. It was up to him to believe that. There was a reason she hadn't been arrested yet, after all. They had no proof. Just bias.

"But I can see they got to you first. Went to my work first, did you? You really do have some nerve to be showing up here with accusations, I must say. Did they put you up to this?" Lydia tried her hardest to sound robotic, to sound cold, even if her own face betrayed her. "Not wearing a wire, hoping to pull out a confession from me, are you?" She said grimly, a sardonic smile on her lips at the thought. She didn't think he was, but she couldn't be too careful. Sucking in a harsh breath, she blinked away the tears threatening to fall. She wasn't prepared to cry in front of Aaron. Not today, not now, not ever if she could help it. "I am not, nor am I ever going to confess to something I didn't do so I'm sorry to fucking disappoint. You're nothing but an idiotic fool and a sheep if you're going to follow the herd blindly into the dark!" The words came out rushed but increased in volume by the end, fuming and frankly hurt by this whole situation. Lydia scoffed, "And clearly I was sorely mistaken for ever allowing you my time. I would like you to go now, unless there is anything else?" More than anything, she didn't want him to go. And as much as she understood why he thought she might've done it, it pained her to think that's how little he thought of her. To jump the gun with accusations without talking to her first. To even think she was capable of such abhorrent crimes. It was unbearable. She had to turn away from him, her arms hugging around herself for comfort. "I don't have time to be dealing with you when my livelihood as I know it is on the line." And with that, her voice shook, gravelly and raw as a single, involuntary tear slid down her cheek.

@overnightheartbeats | 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 - accepting!

#overnightheartbeats #oops i did the thing :) i caused them pain. oh no #lydia x aaron #muse ;; lydia collins #lydia collins ;; memes #overnightheartbeats ;; aaron #my hearttttttt why do i always write so much ffs #answered

2 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

bunkernine

lost trio enthusiast

citrus-rhyme

Citrus-rhyme

papermagicbyjr

Quilling cards

xurkitry

Xurkit

soulofskiing

the Soul of Skiing