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atinyniki · 6 months

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happy new year!

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!bangchan x f!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationships, fighting, reader flinches bc of chan, reader is neglected, chan says rlly mean things, reader is pretty mean too, takes place on new years/new years eve, mentions of physical abuse, kissing, crying, kiss and make up (literally), chan is kinda mean to his manager (that he hates), petname, mentions of cheating, cheating accusations.

authors note: two posts in one day hell yeah ! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1524

“seriously?!”

he can only bring himself to nod, evidently a little upset at your yelling.

you both go quiet for a moment, until you break it.

“chan.”

he looks up at you again, playing with his fingers in his lap. “hm?”

“are you cheating?”

“what?”

“are you cheating on me?”

“n-no! how could you even… ask that?”

you roll your eyes at him. “you havent been home in so fucking long, chan. and now you’re leaving again and it… it’s just not fair!”

“it’s my job, y/n.”

“your job shouldn’t require you to be away from me every day! you just got back”, you yell even louder.

he knows you’re frustrated, but he’s starting to get a headache. “y/n—“

“plus, even while you are here, you’re never with me… you’re always sleeping and you never talk to me.”

and then it just snaps.

“well, what if i’m tired y/n? what if i’m tired of running around all day with shitty schedules? what if i’m tired of having to exert my fucking voice all the time? what if i’m tired of you being so fucking clingy with me? i need rest!”, he yells back.

tears begin to well up in your eyes, and the words lump in your throat. despite that, you still manage to say something.

“am i really that clingy just for wanting the attention that i deserve? i’m your girlfriend for gods sake!”

he gets up off the bed, lightly stomping towards you. you notice the upset look on his face, red, teary eyes, and his hands are clenched into fists at his sides.

you scoff at the sight, “what, you’re gonna fight me now? do it. hit me.”

though you act confident, you gulp, scared for what’s to come. he reaches a hand up to cup your face, but you shut your eyes, flinching and turning away.

there was no impact.

you turn back to chan, his face completely streaked with tears. “did… did you think i was really—“

he cuts himself off, unable to say anymore.

you trip over your words, you know you’ve hurt him now. “i- i mean… i don’t see another reason your clench your fists. i just thought that—“

“clenching my fists eases the pain of my heart. that’s why i do it so much.”

“o-oh”

an uncomfortable silence passes between you two.

“um… just- come to me when you’ve calmed down. i’ll be in the living room.”

“o-okay.”

he makes his way out the room, his fists still clenched. you hear the pitter patter of his tears hitting the hardwood floor, and you just break.

you’ve done it. you’ve made him cry.

what kind of a girlfriend are you?

you finally let everything sink in. you sit down on your bed, wrapping yourself in the blanket, but it smells too familiar. it smells like chan.

chan will be leaving you again in two days. you don’t want to think about it, but you can’t stop. this is what he wanted after all. to think about it. to calm down. but you can’t.

not after what you said to him. not after what he said to you. your breaths become labored, gasping for air in between sobs. it gets painful, you can’t inhale anything anymore.

you’re stuck, you can’t breathe, but you’re being too loud. so you slap your hands over your mouth, hoping that he won’t hear, and you stuff your face into a pillow, body convulsing with every breath.

you clench the bedsheets, just needing to hold onto something.

chan was right. it helps.

he is not doing too well without you either. he hasn’t been able to stop crying since you left the room, trying to distract himself with the future next.

he turns on the tv, finally finding the countdown to new years. that’s when he realizes how late it is. how long it’s been since your argument.

it’s five minutes till midnight.

the next year.

a fresh start.

but it won’t be the same without you by his side. he tugs at his shirt, sobbing into the cushion even more. he’s careful not to make a sound, not wanting you to feel even worse than you already feel.

before he knows it, there’s only two minutes left. he has to apologize. he has to make it right. there’s no way in hell that he’s ending the year like this.

he walks over to your shared room, knocking softly.

one minute.

the doorknob turns, and you’re forced to face him again. it’s just the consequences of your actions.

your pillow is soaked with your tears, as is his cushion that’s still laying on the couch. your hands are clenched into fists beside you, just as his are now. your bloodshot eyes stare directly into his, and it’s like looking at a mirror.

twenty seconds.

he walks over to the bed, eyes flickering between the wet pillow and your puffy face. his heart clenches at the sight, and he digs his nails even harder into his palm.

still wordless, he kneels down in front of you, where your legs are hanging off the bed. he’s now level with your face, making him far more intimidating.

five.

a tear leaves his eye.

four.

he smiles softly at you.

three.

he glances at his phone to check the time, hand reaching for yours. you comply of course, interlacing your fingers in a desperate attempt to just feel him.

two.

he leans in closer to you, heart beating wildly in his chest. it feels like your first date all over again, the nervous feeling in his chest.

one.

using his other hand, he cups your face and pushes your foreheads together, smiling even wider when you don’t flinch away from him this time.

zero.

he steals your lips in a breathtaking kiss, and you just melt into it. your hands find his face, but before you can do anything, he picks you up, lips still attached to yours.

he sits down on the bed and pulls you further into his lap so that you’re straddling him, finally breaking away from the kiss with tears in his eyes.

“happy new year, babe…”

even more tears escape from your eyes now, but you just can’t help them. you hug chan even tighter now, scared that if you let go, he’ll be gone.

“you waited?”

“of course i did. i couldn’t leave you alone.”

you kiss him again, whispering little love confessions to him as you do. “happy new year…”

he knows the elephant in the room still needs to be addressed, and sighs. “i’m sorry for calling you clingy. i didn’t mean it. i really love the attention you give me, and i truly wouldn’t trade it for anything”

“i’m sorry for yelling at you… i should’ve handled it better. thank you for being patient with me.”

“you know i would never… um- do something like that to you… right?”

“i know chan, i was just scared… it was in the heat of the moment. i’m sorry for not understanding.”

he hugs you tightly, “i love you so much, y/n. you’ve changed my entire life, and now i actually look forward to it. i look forward to my schedules, my comebacks, even waking up… because i know it’s for you.”

you can’t even say anything, scared another sob will come out, so you take some time to process his words, kissing slowly at his neck.

“i love you too, channie. thank you for being here for me, and thank you for loving me. i know i can be so difficult and just a lot at times, but it means a lot that you try to make time for me.”

he smiles, kissing you again and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “oh my baby… i’ve missed you.”

you’ve never heard this type of emotion in his words before, so you just know his words have a different weight to them this time.

“i missed you too. wondered how i was gonna sleep without you, knowing that you were hurt and—“

“shh baby… it’s okay. i’m here now, yeah?”

“but you’re gonna be gone again in two days”, you jokingly whine.

he smiles, grabbing his phone from the end of the bed, and he calls someone. you’re not sure who, but it rings for a while until they answer.

“hello?”

“i’m not going to be there for the interview.”

“what? why?! we’ve been planning this for months.”

“okay, well my girlfriend was planning on having me to herself for months, but we don’t all get what we want, do we? i’m spending time with her now.”

“can we reschedule?”

“we’ll talk later.”

he hangs up, and you’re a little stunned by the coldness of his voice. you know he hates his manager, but that much?

“not anymore, y/n.”

“i love you, dumbass”

he giggles, “i love you too, angel.”, he says in a sing-song voice while bopping your nose.

“angel? you’ve never… called me that before…”

he hums, giggling again and quickly kissing you on the cheek.

“new year, new name.”

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gggukniverse · 11 months

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not tired | jjk

title: not tired

pairing: jungkook x female reader

rating/genre: fluff and smut, established relationship au

summary: jungkook helps you sleep on a stressful night.

warnings: anxiety (pretty detailed description of an anxiety attack so pls read carefully), a lot of praising, oral (f. receiving), jungkook is really really sweet.

wordcount: 2.1k

note: okay hiii this is the first story i write here, pls be nice !! also english is not my first language so please excuse any grammar error. i hope you like the story !!!! <3

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this is ridiculous. you've been studying all day non-stop even though jungkook got mad at you for not resting and yet you're feeling as awake as ever. you can see it's already 3am on the digital clock on the nightstand and you don't feel not even a little bit of tiredness in your body.

you can hear jungkook's soft snores against your neck, his arm lazily thrown over your waist and his leg tangled with yours. he's obviously sleeping, he fell asleep almost as soon as you both got into bed, but it's been like 5 hours and you're still staring at the dark ceiling not knowing what to do to be able to fall asleep.

it's not the first time you have trouble falling asleep, but usually you didn't have any problem when jungkook was not working outside the city and could be with you. you know it's because of the stress you've been going through these past few weeks over your finals, you can literally feel the tension in your body, you can't relax because tomorrow you have the last exam of your last year of college.

oh my god, the last exam is tomorrow and you can't sleep. you'll need to feel awake tomorrow for everything to go well and you can't seem to rest. you're gonna fail, the exam is gonna go terribly because you can't sleep.

you suddenly start feeling out of breath, you need air. you need to breathe. walking towards the window seems like the best option now so, as much as you love having your boyfriend curled up to your side, you need to push him away. you start to do it as gently as you can, pulling his arm away from your body as your own arms start to shake with the anxiety building up in your body.

but he notices. his body twitches and he's suddenly opening his eyes, tilting his head a little to look at you.

god, you woke him up. he was resting for tomorrow. he also has a busy schedule tomorrow, that's why you both went to bed early tonight. now his sleep has been interrupted because of you. it's your fault.

you can literally feel your throat closing up, you can't take in any air. you can't breath and your whole body starts to feel numb.

"baby?" jungkook rasps, moving to stand on one elbow so he can see you better through the dark. the little light coming from the window lets you see his worried expression. "baby are you okay?" his eyes are barely open. he must be so tired.

your mouth opens for you to try and tell him you can't breath but your voice doesn't come out. you can't talk and you're starting to feel dizzy with the struggle of trying to breathe. the best you can do is reach for his arm with your hand.

you can see the realization in his face. it's just like a switch turns on inside his brain. jungkook quickly sits up and holds you by your arms to sit you up on the bed right in front of him.

"hey, look at me baby." his voice is calm but you can feel how he's trying is best not to freak out because he knows that's the last thing he should do when you're having an anxiety attack. "breathe with me, okay?" his hands are placed on your arms, softly caressing your skin. "just like how i do it." he takes in a big breath, his shoulders lifting up a little to emphasize the action.

you do your best to follow him but a sob escapes your throat when you can't take a breath because you're hiperventilating.

"slowly baby, you don't need to rush it." jungkook says as soon as he sees you struggling and you nod, closing your eyes for two seconds before looking at him again. "breathe with me." he takes another breath again and exhales, you start to follow, little by little. "so good baby, you're doing so good." he nods with a smile that already makes you feel so much better than breathing. "i'm here, okay? look at me and breathe." he takes a big breath again and you follow, your lungs starting to feel better and your body relaxing again.

when you close your eyes you can feel tears that you didn't even know you had rolling down your cheeks, but jungkook's fingers are quickly wiping them away.

"are you feeling better?" he asks and gives you as much time as you need to steady your breathing before opening your eyes and looking at him again. you nod but it's not enough for him. "words."

"yes." you finally say and he smiles, sighing in relief. "thank you.. so much, really."

"what happened?" he mutters and you suddenly feel so bad because he truly looks tired.

"i- i couldn't sleep, and i have to rest before the exam tomorrow, i'm gonna fail and-" as soon as you start rambling jungkook grabs you by your arms again and shakes you a little.

"baby breathe, okay?" his voice is so soft. you nod and take a few more deep breaths before speaking again, slowly this time.

"i've been trying to sleep for hours but i can't, i can't relax and i need to rest for tomorrow.."

"why didn't you wake me up before?" he pouts a little and you lower your face in embarrassment.

"because i didn't want to bother you, you shouldn't be awake right now." you mutter.

"hey, no no no.. don't worry about me." jungkook quickly replies and slides his hands down your arms to hold your hands. "what can i do for you to get sleepy?" he asks and you shrug.

"i don't know." your voice breaks and you try to play it off since your head is down and jungkook wouldn't be able to see the tears in your eyes. but he knows.

"come here." he lets go of your hands to open his arms.

a little smile appears on your face and you move to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck while he wraps his around your body, keeping you close.

"you're stressed, aren't you?" he mutters and you swallow, closing your eyes and trying not to start crying. "i know.. it's okay baby, you're doing so good." one of his hands starts rubbing your back up and down. "close your eyes."

"they're closed." your voice comes out shaky so he hugs you even tighter.

"do you want me to sing to you?" he says and leaves a sweet kiss on your neck.

"mhm." you nod.

"okay." you can hear his smile on his face and slowly starts to rock back and forth to calm you down.

as soon as he starts singing you can recognize the song. it's one of the songs he wrote for you a while ago. he sounds really tired but you find it impressing how he can still sound so good. his hands keep rubbing your back slowly, actually calming you down.

but by the time he finishes the song you're still awake.

"baby?" he whispers.

"still awake." you mutter and hear him sigh. "koo, you should sleep." your hand goes to his hair, tangling your fingers with it.

"not until you fall asleep." he hums and you chuckle a little.

"you almost fell asleep three times singing.

"i'm okay." the boy insists and you roll your eyes. "c'mon, lay down." he flips you two around to lay you down on the bed.

"what are you-" the words die on your throat when he suddenly puts his lips on yours.

he kisses you really slowly and your whole body relaxes once again, your legs going to wrap around his waist but he quickly pushes them down again, which earns a whine in protest from you.

"stay still." jungkook whispers as his kisses start going down to your neck.

"koo." a little moan escapes your mouth when he sucks a hickey on your neck.

"pretty." he mutters and goes up to your ear. "can i make you feel good, baby?" you shiver when you feel his breath against your ear. "just with my mouth, you only need to lay there." the little bite in your earlobe makes it for you.

you nod and immediately buck your hips up, making jungkook giggle. he helps you getting rid of your pajama shorts along with your panties and lifts your shirt just enough to place little kisses all over your stomach as he positions himself between your legs.

"so pretty.." he repeats and you put your hand on his hair, pushing it away from his face to be able to look at him while he bends one of your legs a little and puts it over his shoulder, starting to leave kisses on your inner thigh too. "close your eyes baby."

with a sigh you let your head fall back on the pillow and close your eyes.

"breathe, okay?" jungkook reminds you again before leaving another kiss on your inner thigh and you hum in response, taking a deep breath and letting it go.

although your breath hitches when you feel his fingers teasing your entrance, only when he starts running them through your folds you notice how embarrassingly wet you are.

"koo please." you whimper and hear a little chuckle from him.

"shhh.. stay quiet." the order only makes you feel hotter.

but you're definitely not quiet when you feel his tongue on you. a loud moan slips through your lips and you tug at his hair unvoluntarily.

"so sweet.." he hums and you tug even harder, but he wraps his hand around your wrist and squeezes. "relax baby." he says and gives your folds a wet kiss.

"sorry.." you whimper as you relax your hand.

"it's okay, you're so good for me."

the praise makes you melt and you let your body fall limp on the bed, trying not to twitch everytime he gives a suck to your clit.

he's slow, really slow to show you that he's doing this so you can relax. your body feelss numb by this point. he knows what he's doing, he knows better than anyone else how sleepy you get after an orgasm.

each time you moan he also hums in response, making the vibrations push you closer to the edge, and each time you buck your hips up he pushes them against the mattress again.

"koo.." a whine escapes your lips when you feel a finger prodding your entrance as his tongue circles your clit.

"can i?"

he said only mouth before but you can't say no when his finger starts being swallowed inside you so you just hum with a nod, whining when he easily slips another finger. you know you're still stretched from the morning before. yes, jungkook likes morning sex.

"fuck..." you sigh when he starts slowly moving his fingers in and out. "mhh.. so good.

the chuckle he lets out makes you clench around his fingers, he takes the opportunity to curl them inside and you cry out his name as your legs twitch from the pleasure.

"there?" he asks as he curls his fingers the same way again, the tips brushing against your sweet spot.

"yes." you moan and bite your lip to try to hide embarrasing sounds.

"like that, baby?" he keeps moving his fingers in the perfect way and gives your clit a little suck right after asking.

"koo.. fuck." your back arches inevitably and your hand tugs at his hair again. "don't stop... please..."

he doesn't stop, he keeps doing exactly what you need and soon after you're clenching around his fingers with a loud moan and trembling legs.

"so good." jungkook praises as he lets you ride your orgasm on his fingers and kisses your clit one last time. "such a good girl."

"koo..." you try to catch your breath and reach out to him with your hand. "come here." you beg and he's quickly hovering on top of you again.

"how are you feeling baby?" he asks and gives you a sweet kiss. you don't care that he tastes like you, you lick his lower lip.

"mhh... tired." you giggle against his lips and he smiles.

"good."

"i feel a little sticky, though." you mutter, making him chuckle.

"wait a second," he gives your lips a last peck. "i'll be back." he gets up from the bed and quickly walks out of the room.

but you don't remember him coming back. you've already fallen asleep.

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A/N: aaaaaahhhh i hope u liked this little story !!! feel free to tell me your thoughts, it would be nice to see a little feedback, it would help me get motivated to keep writing <3 thank u so much for reading. have a nice day 💕

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melodramaschild · 2 years

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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏

Navigation || age limit: 16+

Warnings: angst, moonstarchaser being a bit of dickheads, my English, it’s really bad, bad mental health, lots of pity but very understandable and reasonable pity

Let me know if I forgot anything

Words count: 3 911

Pairing: moonstarchaser x fem!reader

Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.

Oh yes, your birthday.

What a weird day. It was the day that nothing big happened, nothing special happened, no one famous was born and it was always around the weekend. When everyone was so busy with their own life, with their resting days, problems, plans. There was no way someone would like to give their free time to spend it with you.

(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

And when was the last time your parents wished you a happy birthday?

That’s what I thought.

And no one asked for your birthday anyway, so why would you start talking about it out of nowhere?

The last time someone asked for your birthday was Lily and Dorcas in First year but hey, they were twelve, of course they will not remember.

And this year wasn’t any different. But the tiny little hope was growing up in you when you started dating Remus, James and Sirius.

And it grew a little bit more when Peter asked you what you’re gonna do next weekend.

That was literally your birthday.

“I guess that nothing.” you answered with a smile as you and Peter continued on your way in the library, trying to get some books.

“Why are you asking?” you couldn’t help, the happiness and hope started growing up.

“Just wanted to know if I can borrow my friends for a bit? Since you guys started that pentagram or whatever, I didn’t have much time for them.”

“Polyamory, Peter.” you laughed.

“So can I borrow them?” he asked, handing you a book.

“You spend lot’s of time with them anyway, so go ahead.” you two laughed at that. Maybe they were planning something and Peter is supposed to be a small spy.

Oh, maybe the tiny little hope started fading up.

But this was Peter. He always wrote down his friends' birthdays on a big calendar in their dorm. He wrote everything on it. Every James’ and Sirius’ game, every Full moon, every test and easy because he always forgot everything.

But it was just a stupid calendar on the wall in their dorm surrounded by other photographs and posters around it.

And it didn’t surprise you when the calendar stuck on the first week of October, with a big mark “SIRIUS’ BDAY” mark on the 3rd. The calendar fell into oblivion and with him your birthday.

So when the week of your birthday came, you weren’t surprised that no one was asking stupid questions like what you want for bday or what you craving for.

Or what you are planning to do.

Or what is your favourite flavour on cake.

The tiny little hope died again. It shattered your precious heart again. You expected that you'd wake up to an owl by your window with a small letter from your parents wishing you a happy birthday but that never happened.

Even after all these years they forgot you still hoped.

Because hope dies last, but we never learn we’ve been here before.

So when Saturday came, the small sadness came to you like an old friend. You woke - surprisingly - in your own dorm since Peter wanted to be with your boyfriends.

The other girls were already out, leaving you in your sleep as they knew better than to wake you up.

But something in you hoped that you would wake up into their loving presence, or that your boyfriends would wake you up. Or both of them.

So when it didn’t happen, the sadness grew a little bit more. But what could you expect, it happened last year, and the year before, and the year before.

You were used to it, you really were, but just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean that you can’t still hope.

But it can still be a pretty day, right?

Boys were probably somewhere gone and girls too. It was just a day for you. Lucky for you that you knew how to be alone.

So you took your things and decided to go for a walk in that almost winter weather.

Just as you were ready to leave the common room, you felt someone pushing you to the side, you raised your head and saw Marauders running somewhere.

“Hey loves!” you smiled at them.

“Not now Y/N/N.” James sighed, his tone sounded slightly annoyed by you.

“Hey Remus, how are you feeling?” you tried again asking your other boyfriend and really wanting to know how he’s doing.

“Not now.” he said too firmly for your liking and ran away from the common room. His voice sounded also annoyed by you.

Or that’s how you felt it.

You sighed and walked away from the common room, shaking your head. “It was nothing.” you tried to convince yourself. It was always nothing when it came to you.

The late autumn and early winter breeze was hitting your face like crazy and painted your cheeks in the shining gold.

You were pretty far gone from the castle and everything else when you decided to sit down on strain and let yourself drown in thoughts and in the sunlight.

“What did you expect? That the whole castle will be celebrating your birthday? Yours? Why on Earth would they be celebrating your birthday?”

“Your hopes are too high. You can’t be mad at them for forgetting, it’s too much for everyone, look at Remus and how tired he looks, it’s getting cold outside and for his werewolf form and his human body isn’t that good.”

But as you sat there, the thoughts got worse. Way more louder. And in your silly little head, it made so much sense.

“Of course they will forget. Why would they remember such an unnecessary day like this day? You realise that if you were truly important to them they wouldn’t forget? Just like your parents, you mean nothing to them and the same goes for your friends.”

“And this morning? You’re just a burden.”

“Was I too awkward this morning? Too loud? Was I too much? Oh fuck, I’m definitely too much.”

You couldn’t help but feel the sadness getting heavier on your chest as a small tear fell from your eye.

“For fuck’s sake.” you mumbled to yourself and wiped it away, trying not to cry more.

But no one saw you anyway so you let yourself cry and bury your head in your knees and sobbed into them. It was too much of everything anyway.

But was it really true that you aren’t important to your parents? And friends?

Yeah, everyone always forgets someone’s birthday. But they were your parents, your friends and your boyfriends. Your friends were a better family to you and you celebrated everyone’s birthday so what about yours?

Why couldn't they remember your birthday?

You decided to continue in your walk and you noticed the colourful leaves on the ground, so you picked them up and slowly ended up with a leaves puget. The warming feeling of the late sun and colourful leaves made you happy and filled you with joy.

The sun was getting down and you decided to go back. By the time you stepped into your common room you saw your friends sitting around the fireplace, laughing at something.

They didn’t notice you, but you smiled at it, it was so warming and lovely to see them like that.

They were happy, what a lovely sign.

But they were happy, without you.

Oh, it’s better to leave them like that.

“Just a burden.”

You tiptoed around them back to your room, hoping that they wouldn’t notice you as you used the dark around them to hide in it.

And it worked. They were so lost in their conversation that it could explode around them and they wouldn’t notice.

Auchie, that hurted a little bit.

The sadness growing up again.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re being ridiculous, you can’t blame them for forgetting, it’s your fault anyway that you let yourself hope.” you mumbled to yourself as you stood in your dorm bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“Yeah, no wonder that they didn’t spend a day with you, just look at yourself.” the second thought came out. You raised your head and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a zombie.

“Shut up.” you said a little bit louder to the mirror as you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to turn these thoughts off as another small tear slipped from your eyes.

You took a quick shower and went to bed, trying to fall asleep as fast as you could. Because it meant no talking to anyone, and it was better like that because you would burst into tears anyway.

You hoped that the owl would appear at your window with a letter from your parents but that didn’t happen. I mean, it was pretty obvious that the damm owl will not appear at your window right now, before your birthday ends, but the hope dies last, right?

But the owl didn’t appear, neither did your boyfriends or friends.

But tears appeared. Lots of tears as you let it all out.

You didn’t exactly know why you were crying.

You felt so selfish for wanting someone who would remember your birthday. It’s like wanting too much.

But at the same time it was the thing that friends and boyfriends are supposed to remember.

So you just let it go, with a feeling that you just simply don’t deserve to celebrate your birthday or have someone who would remember.

But it would feel nice to have a birthday cake and blow out the candles with a wish, right?

And you cried yourself to sleep, letting yourself bury in your duvet, blankets, pillows and plushies, behind the curtains. Trying to hide yourself and don’t bother anyone who could come in, and soon enough the crying ended, and then even the sniffles and all that could be seen was your sleeping figure hiding in bed.

You stayed in your bed, not eating, not reading. Hardly moving. You stared at the bowl, the book-shelf, your knees.

You listened to the sound of Gryffindor tower. The chittering that your friends were making, clearing their throat, coughing fits, the whistle of a kettle as Remus was making another black tea.

The day went so well for others that they were so happy to enjoy each other’s company without even realising that someone is missing.

Even the other day you woke up with a small hope in you.

But nothing happened. The day with girls was the same as any other day but with boys? That was a little bit more complicated.

You didn’t know if “Not now.” was for today too but you didn’t have the courage to find it so you just stayed by yourself.

“That’s from the walk?” Lily pointed at the leaves budget, throwing you away from your head.

“Yes.” you smiled for her.

“It’s really pretty.” she smiled as she made her way to your bed and sat down in your pillows and blankets next to you, lying her head on your shoulder.

“C’mon Y/N, you can be glad for that and you want them to remember your birthday? C’mon, be more grateful for what you already have.” You thought to yourself, the thought making you bit your lip in an attempt to hold your tears in.

Lily slowly fell asleep on your shoulder while she nuzzled more and more to your side until she made you lay down with her on the top of your chest, playing with her fiery hair too.

You woke up after dinner with Marlene and Dorcas already sleeping in one bed, in each other's arms. Mary greeted you with a smile while she got ready for her sleep. You waved back at her and your eyes found Lily.

‘Something new?’ You signed at her. She knew you were asking for your boyfriends.

‘No. Why you asking?’ She signed back. Her hands moved with such an elegance.

‘Just checking.’ You sighed and turned around to sleep once again. A bit surprised, but not disappointed.

Monday wasn’t anything better than the other day. The small tiny little hope was growing up inside you again and dying more and more with every second of the day.

Not mentioning the lack of communication with your boyfriends. Only one smiles and waves to each other.

The other day was the same.

And that went on for the rest of the week. You really just knew right there and then that nobody cared. Thought Full moon passed and Remus was okay, just a few bruises and scratches. And you were there to comfort him. Of course you were, you always were. Always such a people pleaser, even if you never get it back. But you couldn't change it.

So you stood there, supporting him, supporting all of your boyfriends through it all.

And then it was the next weekend. Unsurprisingly, the weather was too bad to go out. Winter was starting, knocking on your windows and door, begging to let her in but you already felt like she was in your heart sooner.

Anyway, since no one could go out, all your friends decided to stay in and play UNO. When you woke up you saw them, and tried not to be too loud, because you felt tears forming up in your eyes again. They just looked so happy and you couldn’t stop wondering if they’re that happy because they’re without you.

So typically, you went upstairs to your room again.

James was the one who noticed first. For the first time he just joked, looking at you leaving and throwing a pun. But then he became a bit insecure about his actions and asked his other two boyfriends.

“Maybe I was too sharp and she heard it.” James bit his lip nervously.

“James, a bad joke isn't the end of the world, I'm sure it's something else. Maybe she's just having an episode again, you know how she gets. Maybe she wants to be alone and we should give her some space and check on her later.” Sirius replied, already mad about his loss when Mary threw 4+ card.

He knew that his response sounded a little bit too harsh and mean, but you told them so many times that your episodes will come and disappear and that there was no way to accelerate it and nothing to worry about.

"Now Pads, that’s really not nice. And even if she is having an episode, we should help her and not mock her. Lils, could you go check on her and maybe bring her back downstairs?" Remus asked. Somehow he knew that it would be a bad idea if it would be them who would check on you.

"Sure, gimme a sec." She politely agreed and then you heard Lily coming to your room. You were sitting on the bed and you were feeling how your brain is slowly losing in that weird, sad fog once again.

You did hear everything. And Sirius' words really did hurt a bit and you couldn’t stop your brain from thinking why he acted like that. Even when what he said was nice. The first part wasn’t. “You know how she gets.” It sounded like they were annoyed. Like they were annoyed just by your persona and who you are. And you couldn’t blame me. Sometimes even you were bored and annoyed by yourself too.

And why Remus didn’t get up and check up on you by himself?

When Lily found you, you were staring at the stone wall. “Everything alright, sunshine?” she asked when she saw your gaze glued to the other side of the room.

Sunshine. Here it comes, you thought. Because this was Lily. Your best friend, who you always talked to about everything. That kind and sweet girl that always made sure that you were feeling your best.

“Yeah,” You breathed out. “Just want to take a nap. I think I woke up too soon.” you lied and buried yourself in the duvets, rotting there like a worm. “Aren’t you getting an episode?” Lily asked and you could hear her worries in her voice. “No, I’m just feeling a little bit blue. I just want to sleep.” you mumbled. The truth is that your mixed feelings were slowly forming into something that you weren’t able to describe. Lily nodded and placed a small kiss to your hair and quickly disappeared from the room.

Reaching the sofa they were all at, the conversation they were having stopped and they all looked at her curiously. Sirius asked first. "So what’s up with our flower?”

“She’s feeling a little bit blue and just wants to sleep, as she said.” Lily repeated your words with a smile and sat down on the comfortable couch next to Peter. You couldn’t tell her that they forgot your birthday. First of all, it was already a week after.

Second of all, you didn’t know if they would even care.

Third, if they do, you didn’t want to make them feel bad for forgetting your birthday. (But hey, they should feel way worse than bad.)

Fourth, if they celebrate your birthday now it would feel forceful from both sides.

Fifth, are you even in a mood to still celebrate your birthday?

Sirius quickly stood up with “I’ll be right back.” and then there was a silent knock on your door. He didn’t even wait for your ‘Come in’ and just shoved himself into the room, next to your bed.

“Hi there, my little poppet.” He smiled down at you when you opened your tired eyes. At some point, Sirius was the last one you wanted to see right now, yet you still were able to search for comfort in him. “Hi, lover boy.” you still smiled at him. You might have hated him now, but you still loved him and the love was always stronger than the anger.

“Come here.” he whispered as he got into the bed under the duvet and blanket with you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you laid your head on his chest while wrapping your arms around his neck. He was warm. His body was warm and felt lovingly against your body. His touch was soft and gentle. Something he learned after spending time with you. He swore that you made him into being a soft and gentle person.

“You know I’m here for you, right?” He kissed your temple.

‘Oh, didn’t you sound annoyed by my episode like a few minutes ago?’ you wanted to say but you only nodded and nuzzled more into his chest.

“Love you so so much, my poppet.” he whispered and started stroking your back. “Love you back.” you whispered and closed your eyes. And you meant it, you did love him back. You just wanted to punch him sometimes. “Get some sleep, I’ll be here when you’ll wake up.” he promised and he did that. Suddenly he didn’t care about his UNO match (he wasn’t winning anyway though) and all that was important was his blue girlfriend. Sirius fell asleep after ten minutes right behind you, still holding you tightly.

You decided to visit the school kitchen with house elves. You weren’t meeting them for almost two weeks and you missed them. They were always the best company, they never judged you for anything and they always gave you something small to eat from the kitchen.

So you opened the heavy wooden door and you were immediately greeted by an elf with big doe grey eyes and with a wide smile. “Miss Y/L/N is here!” the elf shouted and everyone stopped what they were doing and all their gazes turned to you. “Y/N/N!” one of the smallest elf squeaked and ran into your arms. “Hey Aimee, how are you?” you asked the little elf. She was the real sunshine here. She always made you smile. The elves felt so safe with your company that they allowed you to step into the kitchen any time and without a key. Magic is… magical.

“I’m tired of making pudding every day three times in a day.” she rambled and you laughed. “You can stop adding sugar into it and they’ll stop eating it and then you won’t have to make it again.” you gave her advice and she let out a squeaky giggle.

“We made a cake but you didn’t show up so they ate it but we still have a small cake for you.” the older elf - Aymar - explained and handled you the white creamy cake. It made your heart shatter and break at the same time. Your family didn’t remember it, your friends didn’t remember it, your boyfriends didn’t remember it.

But those elves with whom you spent a minimum of time remembered it. You didn’t even realise the small tear that escaped your eye. You felt extremely loved and unloved at the same time.

“What’s wrong, miss Y/L/N?” the first elf asked. Their name was Q, you believe. “They forgot, didn’t they?” Aimee asked and you nodded. “Everyone… literally everyone.” you whispered as you looked down at the cake. Aimee quickly hugged you around your waist. “But not you. And it means a lot to me. Thank you so much everyone.” you smiled at the elves and finally sat down on a bench they had there.

“Well, we can be your family and friends now.” Q said. “You already are.” you said and hugged them. “There’s one small detail missing.” Aymar said and put a candle into your cake and with a snap of his fingers he blew up the candle. “Happy birthday, our favourite human.” Q joked and you couldn’t hold the giggles that escaped you. “You have to wish for something now.” Aymar said and you closed while wishing something.

Then you ate the delicious cake in elves' company and for the first time in a few days you felt wanted and loved. You know exactly why you love spending time with elves.

And as your mood got a little bit better, you decided to visit your boyfriends since you spent the late morning with Sirius. When you were getting close to their room you heard Peter’s voice saying something about birthdays, but you didn’t catch that. Then you opened the door and saw Peter with the calendar in his hand. You even saw the small mark on your date of birth with “Y/N/N’S BDAY!” and how that mark is visible to everyone, but no one noticed. Or it looked like it. But you told yourself not to hope anymore, because look where hope got you in the first place, right?

“What are you doing with that calendar?” you asked because he only put down the calendar when he was throwing it away. Peter turned his gaze at you and innocently smiled, completely unaware about what he’s doing. And everyone also didn’t have any idea.

“Oh, I’m just throwing it away. No one is giving tests or homework before Christmas anyway and we already celebrated Pads’ birthday.”

BIRTHDAY PT. 2

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What If - Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Summary : After having an accident, Jake wants to live in the moment even more and take your relationship a step forward, but do you ?

Warnings : Bradshaw!Reader (Reader is Bradley's younger sister by two years), mention of plane accident, mention of deaths (parents and best friend), fear of losing loved ones, proposal, angst, sad ending, implied struggling with mental health, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4.6k

French version

Song inspiration : Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

You run in the hospital hallways, searching for room 322. Your anxiety increases with every step you take. Your destination seems unreachable. Your eyes are filled with tears but you hold them back. However, the second you walk through the door 322, they run free on your cheeks. Seeing Jake’s body laying down on the bed, hurt, doesn’t help to reduce your stress. Hearing you walking in the room, Jake gives you a big smile as if he didn’t almost die the day before. You get closer to him, examining him a bit more while wiping your cheeks. His left arm is in a sling, his head is bandaged and he has several cuts on his face.

“So, I heard you like bad boys,” Jake starts with a cocky smile, “is this good enough for you?”

“Jake, this is not the time to make jokes. You could have died!” you retort, sitting on the chair next to his bed.

“And I didn’t. I’m here and alive.”

“And hurt.”

“The fact is I’m alive. Thanks to your brother.” he specifies, showing Bradley with his chin.

“At least, we now know who is the best pilot.” your brother jokes.

“In your dreams, Rooster, I just wanted to test your ability to react quickly.”

“You’ll do your pissing contest later, tell me how you’re feeling.” you ask, still panicked.

“I’m fine. I almost don’t feel anything thanks to the meds. Y/N, I am fine, really.” Jake promises you, taking your hand with his right one.

“I’m gonna leave you alone.” Bradley informs you by pressing your shoulder. “Get some rest, Hangman.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” Jake says once you’re alone.

“Trust me, it’s not just worrying. I really thought… For a moment, I was sure…” you stutter, a tear rolling down your cheek again.

“I know, I’m sorry. Come here.” he invites you, moving in the best way so you can lie down.

“No, I might hurt you.”

“I don’t care.”

Reluctantly, you get closer to the bed. You think of the best way you could get in bed without hurting him. Jake rolls his eyes before dragging you towards him with his abled arm. You find yourself next to him and you put your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his natural scent and the hospital.

“Don’t ever do that again. I can’t lose you.” you mutter.

“You won’t lose me. I promise.” Jake affirms, forcing you to look at him. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Jake.”

You give a small smile then you press your lips against Jake’s. Your kiss isn’t as passionate as it could be, yet it shares all the love you feel.

Once the night comes, you refuse to leave Jake. You literally beg the nurses to let you stay the night. At first, they insist on you leaving, nonetheless when you explain how scared you were to lose your boyfriend and how you can only stay in San Francisco for two days due to your job, they accept. Therefore, you’re currently on the chair in the corner of the room with a thin blanket. Jake wanted you to stay with him on the bed but you said you wouldn’t, you are afraid you might hurt him while sleeping. Your unimportant argument lasted thirty minutes but you stood your ground until the end.

Tired because of his medicines, Jake fell asleep in a few minutes. As for you, you stay awake, watching his chest rise and fall at the rhythm of his breaths. You don’t dare to look away, fearing that by doing so, he might stop respiring.

Notwithstanding, with the hours passing by and with all the emotion you felt, Morpheus comes to embrace you in his arms. At first, your sleep is relaxing though as soon as you start dreaming, your breathing quickens. You see Jake lying on the ground unconscious, you hear your own heart-rending scream when Bradley tells you about an accident, you smell the rain while the coffin sinks in the ground, you touch the tears on your fingers whilst you’re wiping your cheeks and finally, you feel your own heart that seems like it stopped beating in your chest.

You wake up jumping at that last sensation. You calm down your breathing while you stare at Jake, wanting to make sure he’s still alive in his hospital bed. You can’t see his chest moving, you panic then you stand up from the chair and run to him. Jake lightly opens the mouth before closing it several times and then changing position in the bed. Seeing him moving makes you sigh in relief.

Jake is okay. Jake is alive. Jake is not dead. Jake will not die.

No matter how many times you repeat those sentences like a mantra, your anxiety still doesn’t leave your body. Tears threaten to really stream down your face so you discreetly leave the room. Thankfully, the corridor is empty, allowing you to cry your eyes out. You hold back sobs as much as you can. If you sobbed, you would wake Jake up for sure.

You need a moment to calm down your tears. Seeing Jake hurt because of his work in the Navy overwhelmed you so much for several reasons. The first one being because you love Jake and you don’t want to lose him. The second one is because of the buried memories. Your dad died when you were still a baby and Bradley was only two. You don’t have memories of him but you know how much his death affected your mom. The loss of your father isn’t the only one haunting you. You also lost your best friend Lucy. You had been friends with her since you were four years old. You were inseparable until she enlisted in the army and died at twenty.

Receiving Bradley’s call about Jake gave you a glimpse of what your mother and Lucy’s mom went through, a trial you always hoped you’d never face.

Once you're sure you won’t fall apart, you go back in the room. By some miracle, Jake didn’t hear you leaving or entering, probably because of the medicine - normally, he’s a light sleeper. You walk back to the chair and stay awake the whole night, you don’t want to sit through another tragic scenario made by your brain.

The next day, you stay with Jake until the evening. You don’t want to leave him behind in the hospital, however, you have work so you don’t have a choice. Bradley promises you he’ll stay with Jake until his family comes during the week-end and he’ll keep you updated on Jake’s health. You only trust Bradley for this, you know Jake might not tell you everything to not worry you.

When you’re back home, you find your apartment dull. What is supposed to make you feel better can’t comfort you whilst in your mind, you get more lost in your deepest fears. The fact you’re in the process of moving out doesn’t help.

Jake and you are supposed to get a small house together. You should have the keys in two weeks, his deployment was supposed to be over by then. A few days ago, you were still looking forward to leaving your apartment and living with the man you love and now, you don’t know anymore.

Your relationship has always been exceptional, not only because he’s a good man but also considering that, before him, you wouldn’t allow yourself to date an army man. You always knew your mother as a half empty shell so you always wanted to protect yourself from the same deadly fate and the loss of Lucy didn’t help either. You’re already worried about losing your brother and Maverick, whom you consider as your uncle, you don’t want to risk losing your partner, too. Therefore, you had always refused to fall in love with a man like this. Before, you could do it until Jake appeared in your life; just like his personality, his entrance in your life was loud. You tried to resist it but your heart didn’t give you a choice so, for the first time, you broke your own rule. Your relationship with Jake is the most beautiful one you’ve ever had and you have no regrets about it. You used to have no regrets about it. His accident was a good reminder of how dangerous his job is.

Until you came home, you tried to shut down your fears and your doubts though, now, in your half-empty apartment, you can’t ignore it anymore. That night, you can’t sleep, your mind too busy to torture you.

Unfortunately for you, your mind doesn't give you one second of peace. The following days, you doubt your whole relationship with Jake, imagining the worst case scenarios in which he’d die during several milestones : your first house together, your wedding, pregnancies, anniversaries. The list never seems to end. You can’t be optimistic about it. You’re completely lost in your worries to the point where you end up living like a robot. You’re making yourself sick while anticipating the worst.

Your downward spiral is interrupted a week later by a knock on your door one morning. At first, you ignore the noise, comfortably staying in your discontent. However, when the person insists, you leave your bed and open them, not without sighing, annoyed. You’re about to tell the person to leave but the presence of Jake stops you. He wasn’t supposed to come back to San Diego right now and yet, here he is, in front of you, a big smile on his face and his left arm still in the sling and his wounds on his face starting to fade.

“Jake? What are you doing here? You still need to rest!”

“I know, I wanted to see you though and I couldn’t wait so I took the night train at the last minute. Can I come in?” Jake asks and you let him in, still surprised.

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have come during the weekend.”

“I wanted to surprise you. You’re okay ? You look under the weather.” he observes, stroking your cheek.

“I should ask you this, you’re the one who almost died not even a week ago.” you answer, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m better, Y/N. Even Bradley told you so. The recovery is gonna be long but I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I love when you go all mother hen. It’s cute.” he says, kissing your cheek and you let go of a laugh.

“You’re an idiot. Let’s go to the living room.” you invite him, starting to walk. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No. I just want to talk to you.” Jake informs you.

“About what?”

You frown when he prevents you from sitting on your couch. He slowly strokes your hand before taking a deep breath.

“Look, you know I always try to enjoy the present and with this accident, it really made me realise how precious what we currently have is. I don’t want to waste any seconds, I want to enjoy every moment with you. There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a moment now but I would keep telling myself it might be too early so I always pushed it back then I talked about it with my mom and she convinced me to jump in with both feet.”

“Jake, what do you mean?” you question, stress twisting your stomach.

“Y/N,” Jake resumes, looking deeply in your eyes, “since the second I saw you, I knew you were the woman made for me. I knew you were worth the fight, even if, at first, you wouldn’t pay attention to me. You’re the most intelligent, funny, compassionate and beautiful woman I know. We will have our own house soon and I can’t wait to reach this milestone with you but I’d love for us to reach another one.” he confesses, putting one knee down and your eyes are wide open.

“Jake.”

“Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Wh-what ?” you stutter and Jake nervously laughs.

“Will you marry me?”

“Are you serious?” you question, dropping his hand.

“Huh, yes, I even have the ring.” he specifies, taking out the ring from his pocket, “Though I gotta admit, I think of saying it’s just a joke right now, you’re making me nervous.”

“I’m just surprised. I don’t know what to say.” you defend yourself.

Your eyes are set on Jake’s ring. You’ve seen it before. He’d shown it to you the day you first met his parents a year ago. It’s his great-grand-mother’s ring. It’s simple but you find it beautiful.

“It’s easy, say yes or no.” Jake replies with an anxious smile.

“Jake, we’ve only been together for two years.” you argue and Jake stands up.

“We don’t have to get married next year. We can be engaged for several years. We can wait before calling each other husband and wife, but I have to admit I’d love to, at least, call you my fiancée.”

“Jake, I can’t.” you end up saying.

“What, do you have a first husband in your attic or something?” Jake laughs and you see the panic in his eyes.

“No, I can’t marry you.”

Your sentence sounds like a fatal blow in Jake’s ears. He stays silent, staring at you without understanding what’s going on. He gets a grip on himself when his phone rings in his pocket. Jake knows it’s his mom. She knew he was going to propose today and she is impatient to call you her daughter-in-law. However, it looks like it won’t be the case. Jake opens his mouth several times before managing to utter something:

“What? Why?”

“I… I can’t.”

“But I love you, we love each other. You love me, right?” he asks, doubtful.

“Of course I love you, Jake, more than I ever loved before.” you promise him, making him frown.

“What’s the problem then?”

“I don’t want to marry you.”

If your first refusal already seemed awful to him, the sentence you just said is the final blow. The fact that you don’t want to marry him breaks his heart. He’s lost. It was supposed to be a joyful moment and yet, the ground is falling apart under him.

“What? Did something happen? Did I do something? I… I thought everything was fine between us.”

“It is.”

“Y/N, you have to stop being vague, I don’t understand anything.” he retorts with a strong tone. “What’s going on?”

“You should leave.”

“No, We have to talk about it. You can’t tell me you love me then tell me you don’t want to marry me. Talk to me, Y/N, you have to talk to me. Give me a reason, at least.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“If you explained to me, maybe I’d understand. Are… Are you breaking up with me? Is that why you haven’t been calling me lately?” he questions, desperately searching for an explanation for your behaviour.

“I’ve just been thinking a lot and I think it’s best if we stop right now. I’m sorry, Jake, but I can’t keep being with you. You’ll find someone with whom you’ll share your life with and who will want to marry you.”

“I want it to be you.” he says with a weak tone, tearing up.

“Jake, please.”

“Very well then.” Jake accepts, hurt in his eyes.

Jake turns around and at the rhythm of his steps, your heart breaks whilst you’re looking at him walking to the door. You begged him to leave and yet, you only want to scream at him to come back to you and to hold you in his arms while you apologise. Yet, you stay silent. Jake doesn’t look back when he closes the door.

Once you’re alone, you fall down on your couch. In your head, you convince yourself it’s the best decision. After all, you should feel relieved, now, you don’t have to worry about losing Jake because of his job anymore. Nevertheless, your mind is not calm. You don’t know which way to turn but for different reasons. You wish it was different, it was easier, he had another job, you weren’t afraid. You spend the night crying while removing every trace of Jake in your apartment and unpack some boxes. You have to move on right now before you lose yourself a bit more.

You haven’t talked to Jake for three weeks. He tried to contact you but you ignored every one of his calls. He first wanted to fix your relationship before understanding it was too late, though he wants explanations, explanations you keep for yourself. You don’t want to tell him, you know it’s ridiculous. Why end a relationship given a potential “what if” when everything is fine? However, you also know if you had moved ahead with Jake, you would have ended up sabotaging your relationship. Technically, it’s what you did though at least, you didn’t have to call lawyers to leave his life.

Bradley tried to call you, too, and just like for Jake, you ignored him. Jake probably told him about your break up and Bradley, always being the honourable man, wants to fix the situation. Except the situation can’t be fixed. You don’t want to fix the situation.

When you come back from work that day, you’re surprised to discover your brother at your doorstep. Without thinking, you run in his arms. Sure, you’ve been ignoring him lately but you missed him. The last time you saw each other, you were too focused on Jake to pay attention to him. He holds you in his arms and strokes your back. As soon as you break your embrace, you let Bradley in. You go to your kitchen while talking about banality. Whilst walking, Bradley pays attention to your apartment and notices there isn’t a picture of Jake anymore. Once you’re sitting at the table, you stay silent, waiting for who will be the first to talk about the subject.

“We should talk about the elephant in the room, don’t you think?” Bradley says after a few minutes.

“There’s nothing to say.” you retort, tensed.

“Y/N, you threw away a two years relationship for no reason.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Which are? Jake is probably curious to know them.”

“If you came here to make things better, you’re wasting your time, Brad’.”

“You can’t act like that and expect to not justify yourself. You were happy with Jake, you love him and you broke up without giving a warning. I have to admit when he told me you refused his proposal, I was shocked. I thought you were gonna say yes without hesitating.”

“You knew?”

“He asked me before coming here. I confess, I laugh at him, I didn’t expect him to ask for your hand or give me a heads-up, like he said.” Bradley informs with a smile, thinking back to the memory. “Everything was good between you two, wasn’t it? So why?”

“It’s better like this. He’ll have a wife who knows how to stay and I won’t suffer.”

“Wait, is all of this because of the parents and Lucy?” he questions, understanding the reason. “You’re still with this stupid no-dating-army-guy rule? I thought we were over with it! Y/N, you can’t ruin your life just because you’re scared.”

“I don’t want to end up like mom! You can’t blame me! We were kids but you can’t deny there was a before and an after with mom. She wasn’t laughing like she used to, she wasn’t smiling like she used to. She was the shadow of her former self. I don’t want to go through this if Jake were to die.” you confess.

“It’s because of his accident, isn’t it?”

“It reminded me he could die at any given moment with his work.”

“Just like he could die off-duty. He can have an accident, have a heart attack, choke while eating. You don’t know what will happen in the future. You can’t condemn yourself ‘cause you’re too afraid he might die while flying. It’s ridiculous.” Bradley affirms, resolutely.

“I’m already afraid of losing you and Mav’ and I already lost Lucy and we lost dad, I don’t want Jake to join this list. Can’t you really blame me? I’d rather protect myself by not being afraid everytime my boyfriend goes to work.”

“Let’s imagine the worst were to happen, don’t you think it’d be better to think you spent every second with him? You’d rather live with regrets? You’d rather break your own heart?”

“At least, I know why I’m hurting.”

“Y/N, you have to think about it again.” he sighs. “You have to get out of your head that the worst will happen. You can’t prevent yourself from being happy because of what could happen. You deserve a beautiful life and to be with Jake. I never saw you this happy before and it kills me to see you throw it away because you’re scaring yourself.”

“The problem is I can’t help it,” you start with trembling lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it when we first got together then it got better. However, since his accident, it’s been worse. Since your call, I keep imagining what could have happened and what could happen and I’m tired of it, Bradley. I’ll never get rid of it and I hate it but that’s how it is. Believe me, if I could change, I’d do it right now, but I can’t.”

Bradley hugs you as soon as he sees you crying. He holds you against him until your tears stop a few hours later. His heart aches seeing you hurting this much. He knows you’ve always been more affected by your father’s death. Being the youngest, the emptiness you feel about your dad has always been stronger. It got worse with Lucy’s death. That day, Bradley really saw you get broken. He hated every second of this moment of your life. He hates seeing suffering like you currently are. Several times, Bradley tried to help you, he advised you to go see a professional but you’ve always refused. Until now, he had hoped your fears would ease with time, yet, your relationship with Jake just proved him it got worse and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s completely distraught whilst he keeps holding you against him, hoping to give you some kind of comfort.

Two months have passed since your break up. You take it day by day to heal your broken heart. Bradley tries to stay with you as much as he can while Jake isn’t surrounded by anyone. He prefers to wear a mask and pretend your negative answer isn’t hurting him. Nevertheless, the second he’s home alone, his mask falls and he allows himself to feel all his pain. Jake, who has always done it, manages to fool everyone with his fake cocky smile. Almost everyone. Coyote sees right through him.

That night is no exception. Sitting at the counter in the Hard Deck, Jake is drinking his third alcoholic drink. Jake has isolated himself from the rest of the Dagger Squad, saying he’s tired and wanted to be alone. Though, Javy doesn’t let him be in the doldrums. He sits on the stool next to Jake and orders a beer from Penny. Coyote gives him some minutes of peace before speaking.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Coyote doesn’t even need to specify for Jake to understand. Your relationship has been a taboo subject for two months.

“Not really.” Jake says, taking a sip.

“You should.” he replies while Penny hands him his beer. “Do you at least know why she made this decision?”

Jake didn’t tell anyone the reason for your fallout. He feels humiliated enough by your harsh refusal to his proposal, he wants to bury the end of your relationship and never talk about it again. Though Javy is right, Jake knows he has to open up.

“Rooster talked to her. Turns out she doesn’t want to marry me because she’s scared I might die on-duty.”

“Did your accident scare her that much?” Javy questions, taken aback.

“It was the final straw but she’s always been scared apparently. I mean, I suspected it, you know, seeing what we do for a living, it makes sense. She also lost her dad and her best friend in similar circumstances. The problem is I didn’t know those deaths affected her that much. Anyway, there is nothing else to say.”

Coyote doesn't say anything for a moment, taking in the information and the way might have felt when he learned them.

“Well, she would have made such a lovely bride. What a shame she’s fucked in the head.” he says, ignoring what else to say.

“She suffered and she doesn’t want to go through this pain again, we can’t blame her. I’m not saying she should stay lost in her fear, it’s not healthy though, I get why she does.” Jake states before taking a deep breath and finishing his drink in one go. “I just wish she would trust our love more than her fears.”

Once he comes home, Jake sits down on his couch, sighing loudly. He runs a hand on his face, emotionally drained. As soon as his hand lands on his thigh, his eyes find a picture hung beside his TV that he didn’t have the strength to remove. It’s a photo he took at the beginning of your relationship, more precisely the day you told each other ‘I love you’ for the first time.

You had spent the day at the beach during summer. The sun was setting down whilst you were laughing at a stupid sentence Jake had said. He had stopped laughing before you, admiring you while you tried to calm your laughter. Then, Jake had looked deeply in your eyes and he had said those three words so simple and yet, so powerful. You had replied the following second with a big smile on your face. Before leaving the beach, Jake had asked to immortalise this moment. Thinking back on it, it was cliché and cheesy but Jake didn’t care. For you, he would have done the most cliché gestures if it could make you break a smile.

Jake keeps staring at the picture, your relationship running in his head. Without noticing it, he tears up before the tears stream down his face. It’s the third time he cries since your break up. The first time, it was the night of the proposal after he went home and the second time, when Bradley explained to him the reason behind your ‘no’.

Jake has never been good with his emotions. Between his education and his work in the army, he’s never learned to put words on his pain and to accept being vulnerable. With you, he had succeeded to understand himself better and to open up. It was still complicated despite two years together but he had improved. Now, he is back to square one. He’s back to his shell, running away from his emotions. Though, it doesn’t mean his mind isn’t haunted by 'what if's. What if he never had this accident? What if he had seen right through your fears sooner? What if he had managed to reassure you? What if he had managed to convince you to get the help you need? What if everything was different?

As for you, the questions are similar. Every night, you torture your own mind before crying yourself to sleep whilst looking at the spot where there once was the picture of your first ‘I love you’ before you ripped it off from your bedroom wall just like you ripped off both of your hearts from your chest.

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itsmattchou · 10 months

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when and how might our relationship start ?

pairing: zb1 maknae line x gn!reader warnings: ricky's and your mom are just ANNOYING🤬, GYUVIN AND READER ADE LIARS, pining gunwook, yujin has communication issues, the reader in yujins is considered a CHILD (if you ain't a child dni tf?), english isn't my first language!!! genre: fluff, maybe a slight bit of angst if you squint your eyes real hard synopsis: why you started fake dating. notes: i know i said I'm only gonna write for mline + matthew from now on but honestly fuck matthew (lovingly). FUNFACT gyuvins is basically what happened to me 😍😍 life is a fanfic fr. for some reason i am not aware of i included some smau... maybe my urge to write one finally took over? who knows. ignore the bad quality pls.

shen quanrui - to get your parents off of your backs

it was basically like this: rickys family and your family knew each other for decades now. your moms were already besties when they went to s highschool together 😭

so best believe they were THRILLED when they got pregnant around the same time

and since day 1

seriously. since ricky and you were little INFANTS

you two were being shipped by your parents

"oh, they must marry one day!" 🥰 no

you two grew up together and were naturally really close to each other

but ROMANTIC FEELINGS? nuh uh. not a thing. not happening 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️

but your parents- or more specifically, your mothers- did not want to hear it

they're CONVINCED you two will fall in love eventually and won't leave you two alone

after years of suffering and repeated "no mom we're not gonna be dating!"s you two hit your LIMIT

so you two went ahead and decided to get your family off of your backs and to start 'dating'!

only to 'break up' like a month later and tell them that you actually aren't a good fit at all🔥

your parents literally threw a big ass party once you announced your relationship… awkward

kim gyuvin - to prank your friends

you actually thought it would be funny to tell your friends that you two started dating; they wouldn't believe at all you but it would be hilarious

hilarious you said. TURNS OUT, it wasn't all that funny

instead of not believing you when gyuvin and you dropped that bomb as believable as possible, they started cheering and congratulating you

"we knew this would happen eventually! finally!" you what. 😃

originally you planned on playing the prank for one day and then tell the truth- but by the way everybody started congratulating you (even a teacher exclaimed that she was happy for you!) you two couldn't help but feel incredibly bad at the end of the day

so you two did the only plausible thing to do in a situation like that; continue on lying instead of simply telling the truth 👍🏻

the very next day you two came to school again, still as a couple. it hurt your heart to lie to your friends like that, but they would be SO disappointed in you if they found out about the joke :(

park gunwook - to make your crush jealous

gunwook was a close friend of yours and he was aware of your unrequited crush on that one guy in your class

well, kind of unrequited? it was honestly hard to tell for sure. your crush sometimes acted like he was interested in you, on other days you didn't even exist to him

his mixed signals drove you CRAZY🥴

so out of pure desperation you asked gunwook for a small favor.. to please fake date you in order to make your crush jealous

AND REVEAL HIS TRUE FEELINGS!!!

gunwook was reluctant at first but he also had a small but secret crush on you so he took his chance and RAN

you had like an hour long talk to him about your great plan, about do's and don't's, about boundaries and what not

he was just silently listening and nodding his head whenever needed

(his heart shattering could be heard whenever you mentioned your real crush) 💔💔💔

you let your other close friends know about your plan too in hopes they will help to make it believable

han yujin - to prove that he is not a 'child'

poor yujin has to go through that 'youngest in the friendgroup' treatment 😪

everybody treats him like a baby and he feels as if he's not taken seriously by any of his friends

bro should probably try COMMUNICATING with them homies but oh well

and in his mind, the ultimate proof to not being a baby is having a significant other 👍🏻

and this is where you come in!!

you're one of the very few people who did not make fun of him- maybe because of your similar age- and that's why he felt save to propose that idea to you

and considering that you weren't taken all that seriously either due to your age… he was sure that you would understand where he was coming from!!

and to his delight you actually agreed to fake date him! 🤗

so after discussing everything further, you two announced your not-so-real relationship to your friends the very next day

YUJIN'S PLAN WORKED! there was gyuvin who dramatically whined about "his two babies growing up way too fast"

but the question now is… for how long should this keep going…?

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 headcanons #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #boys planet #han yujin x reader #kim gyuvin x reader #park gunwook x reader #shen ricky x reader #ricky x reader #shen quanrui x reader #zerobaseone headcanons #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 fluff

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viviswtings · 1 year

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He's a dick.

(Part 2 of Alcohol Wet)

Words: 1975.

Warnings: I think none? Like, bad words? (It's literally the Sullys like my girl Kiri was screaming "Penis Face" at like four years old). Angst but not major. Like "heartbreak" angst but not bad ending. Not good either. Not proofread and English isn't my first language.

Notes: Uhm... So, yeah. This is gonna take longer than expected. But I'm pretty sure it won't take more than three parts. I just wanted to put this out there already because I'm such a slow writer and my life's worth of trauma is like taking over again after literally seven years... So idk how long part three will take. (There'll be some spice, for those patient enough). I'm so sorry if it's not up to what you expected.

Tuk was holding the arrow with her two fingers, bow pulled almost tight enough.

He tapped her elbow, so she’d raise it a bit more. Now the bow was perfectly tense. He put his hand under her stretched arm, for her aim was perfect.

“Shoot”. The arrow made a hissing sound as it flew, thudding against the bark of the target. His sister sighed in content and he smiled up at her. “Attagirl”

He got up, patting her head while sporting the proudest smile. Being a teacher wasn’t the first thing that came to his mind when he thought about learning how to lead the clan. But his father had proved, once again, that he knew what he was doing when he instructed him to teach the young hunters. They had his hand full at all times.

Tuk smiled and pointed at the target, laughing. She wasn’t looking his way anymore. Instead, her focus seemed to be way behind him.

“Sänume!” The young girl smiled so brightly it was almost blinding.

But not as blinding as the woman approaching them. She carried a basket against her hip, while her long loincloth rested just on the dip of her waist, showing off the curves of her upper thighs as her neckpiece made a clinking noise when she moved. Towards them. She was moving towards them.

“I see, Tukie” She answered his sister with a smile that could be even heard in her voice “That’s why you didn’t show up today. I was worried”.

“I was with my brother” The little one confessed, almost immediately. At twelve years of age, Tuktirey kept being the sweetest girl in High Camp. At least to her brother’s eyes.

“Sorry for keeping her from class”. He chimed in. “My mother said I could take her for an excursion and I took the chance”.

“It’s quite alright. I was actually going to take these to your mother” She pointed to the basket against her hip, full of fruit, her smile never faltering. But, for a moment, Neteyam thought it was weird her eyes weren’t on him while they talked. “I hope she’s doing alright”

“It’s getting harder to move, but she’s healthy” He answered, getting closer to her so he may take the basket. It looked heavy.

She took a step back and her eyes wandered. The woman was absolutely avoiding him. And the stinging feeling the realisation left behind almost had him wincing. Like a needle had stung his skin and now he felt the need to rub his hand against the spot to soothe it.

“I’ll get to her, then” The young woman looked down at her feet, toes curling and weight shifting from one foot to the other “I’m sure she’ll need some help”.

Neteyam nodded, not knowing what else to say. He wanted to ask her what he had done. What had make her so angry that she couldn’t even look at his face. He hadn’t seen her in days, and now that he was finally back she was keeping those sweet eyes of hers from him.

“She’ll appreciate it” He almost whispered, afraid his voice would break if he was any louder.

A nod. That’s all she gave before stepping away from him and next to Tuk, kissing the top of her head bending just slightly, while his sister held onto her waist for a hug. What wouldn’t he do for her to forgive whatever he had done, let alone hold her waist in his hands?

Her whole chest felt like it was crushing down. Her ribs hurt when she tried to breathe and her throat had closed on her once she stepped away from him, ears low and tail almost touching the floor.

The young man had been out on a mission for his father alongside the whole party of warriors he had been leading for months. The olo’eyktan had to stay behind, too preoccupied with his pregnant mate to even think about parting from her.

She saw him before he left. Had expected for him to say something, anything. But he didn’t. He was his usual self, lovely as always, and with that assured smile and sly looks of his, she lacked the courage to even ask if he remembered anything at all about the previous night.

After he came back, triumphant and proud, all pumped up and as handsome as she had ever seen him, he had approached her with the brightest smile, his four canines showing in the aloofest way. Her heart betrayed her as she laughed with him, letting him grab her by the forearms as his touch left goosebumps in their wake. Maybe he’d tell her that night, during the feast. Or so she hoped.

He didn’t show up. And the next morning he didn’t show his face either.

Was he avoiding her? She’d much rather believe he simply couldn’t recall what happened between them.

If he did, five days had passed since then and he hadn’t uttered a word. It had costed her restless nights, crying her heart out in her little hut in the back of High Camp, wails so desperate the woman who lived closest had brought her herbs to make infusions so her heart would heal.

Why would he care about her? She was a teacher for a lack of something more useful she could do. She couldn’t hunt, couldn’t dance, couldn’t weave nor carve and having her attending to the fire with the elderly was almost an insult to them.

She broke down, crouching as she left the basket of fruit beside her on the floor. Her insides hurt, she felt ill. Why had she believed him? He had been so sweet, his kiss so warm and the words he spoke disarming her. Now she felt like she had given all she was to him and he had tossed her aside, not even acknowledging her.

Soon a pair of hands cradled her, long, slim arms wrapping around her, smell so familiar she couldn’t help but cry harder into her shoulder.

Kiri was so kind, she didn’t even ask what bothered her so deeply, so desperately she was weeping just a few feet away from her family home. But she didn’t mind, helping her stand and taking the basket, dismissing her refusal to step inside with her, face congested and skin burning.

When she finally convinced her, she left her resting next to the fire, grabbing everything she needed to make something that would calm her down and make her feel better. Her mother had heard too, so she was making some for her aching back as well.

Neytiri had asked for the girl to sit by her side, taken a look at the fruit she brought and given her most sincere thanks. She would lie if she said she wasn’t worried about her. Her hormones were raging, and all she wanted to do was cry with her.

“Sweet girl” She spoke softly, taking her hand in hers. “What makes you so upset?”

The look in her eyes almost broke her. The mother felt tears burn her eyes as she held her hand against her mouth, trying as best she could to keep her composure. The kid didn’t need for her to break down as well.

“I don’t want to bother you” The girl answered, and the sorrow was laced within her voice. Neytiri knew sorrow like no other, and she couldn’t help but wonder what could make a perfectly happy young girl cry like that.

Deep down she knew. Not many things make a woman sorrowful as love. Love for her parents, her siblings, her children, her home… her mate. Thankfully, Jake had never caused her such sorrow, and looking at the kid in front of her she was once more thankful for the gift The Great Mother had bestowed upon her all those years ago.

“You can speak” She assured her. “It’s just us in here, Jake and my sons left early today and they won’t be back for a while”

But she wouldn’t speak. Whatever plagued her mind being too embarrassing for her to say out loud. As Tsahik, most women confided in her, and she was grateful for their trust. “I will never tell, sweet child. Whatever burdens you, you may share it with me and maybe seek comfort in The Mother”.

“She means it’s just us girls” Kiri hadn’t made a noise, startling her when she put the bowls of tea down on the floor in front of them. “So we won’t tell on you”.

The thought was tempting. Telling them what made her cry at night and mindlessly go through her days. But they’d probably think she was being dramatic. Maybe she needed to hear exactly that. How dramatic she was being and how unimportant her feelings were compared to everything else going on.

She needed a good reality check.

So she told them. About the night, the liquor and the touches. She got carried away talking about how kissed her. “He said then I’d be his”. She admitted, looking down at the cold tea in her hands. “Claimed he was mine already. I thought he meant it. I believed he’d ask me for us to, maybe, perhaps… mate”. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she finished, sniffling as her fingers turned white against the bowl.

“He’s a dick”. Kiri concluded, brow furrowed and an angry look in her face. “You don’t just get someone’s hopes up like that and then leave them hanging. Fucking asshole”.

Neytiri looked at her daughter, her lips in a thin line and overall expression stern. She didn’t know what to tell the poor girl. Had it been her, she’d be in her same situation. “He probably doesn’t remember” She tried her best to sound reassuring. “It’ll fix itself, the whole thing. Sooner than you think, believe me”.

She didn’t. By the look on her glassy eyes she didn’t believe a single word that left her mouth. But Neytiri did not lie. She hadn’t said it out of pity and not meant it. She wouldn’t do such a thing to an aching soul.

“Now…” She tried to get comfortable, her swollen belly making her whole body ache. When she found the right position, she felt the angry kicks inside her, so she had to reposition herself on the pillows.

Soon, big, hardened hands helped her up gently, moving her so she’d lay over the cushions comfortably. She couldn’t help the smile as she thanked the handsome man beside her, who squeezed her shoulders affectionately.

“Kiri, why don’t you take her home” Jake spoke softly, making sure he didn’t disturb the calm that had settled on them. “It’s getting late, resting will do you good, kid. You look like you’ve had it rough”

He settled behind her, letting Neytiri rest her back against him as Kiri nodded and helped the girl get up. They both said their goodbyes sweetly and left. What a good kid. Her Jake’s decision to make her the children’s caretaker had been a good one. Someone with such a tender heart must’ve made the children feel very well loved.

“She meant your son” She finally said when the girls were far enough.

“So he’s my son when he fucks up”. The rumbling in his chest made her laugh, slapping his thigh softly. “Should I talk to him?”

“No” She rested her hand right where it was, caressing the skin absentmindedly now. “No, he’s a man. Let him fix his own mistakes”

“Poor kid if she has to wait ‘til then” She felt Jake shake his head. “Boy’s a knucklehead”

They remained silent after that, at least for a while. Neytiri was already dozing off when her mate spoke.

“But he does care. So he better hurry his blue ass and make things right”

She chuckled softly before closing her eyes.

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#netyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam x oc #neteyam x y/n #adult neteyam #jake x neytiri #adult netyam #avatar the way of water #atwow #i'm so sorry if it's not what you were all expecting #it's not what i expected either

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gingerjunhan · 4 months

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Hellooo~ anon 🌺 it's back! Happy Xmas! Happy New Year! Happy everything 🫡

I would like to request something!

Reaction of XH when reader has a really rough day and they don't talk too much (when they are usually so talkative)

Tysm ly 💖

☆彡 hi 🌺anon! Hope you had a nice holiday season 🫶🏻 sorry this fic literally took me 5ever- college works hard but my writer's block works harder. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

word count: 2,751 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: eating, swearing, reader ✨struggles to talk about their feelings✨, crying, pet names (sunshine, honey, baby, pretty), partially proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

goo gunil

Gunil had invited you over to the dorm for the evening after not hearing from you much throughout the day. During your time together, he couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a little upset. What would typically be an evening of fun, accompanied by your bubbly personality seemed to be missing its usual bubbly aspect.

“Hey,” Gunil looked over at you on your side of his mattress. “I’m gonna grab a snack. Do you want anything?”

You gently shook your head, keeping your focus drawn to anything but Gunil. He let out a soft sigh.

“Honey, what's wrong?” He asked, readjusting on the mattress so he was a little bit closer to you.

“Nothing,” you answered simply.

“Are you sure? You seem awfully quiet today.”

Gunil could always read you like a book. You sighed, “I’m fine.” You still couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Okay,” he stated simply. “I’ll be right back. Don’t miss me too much.” Gunil got up from the mattress and made his way to the door as you finally found yourself cracking a small smile for one of the first times today. No matter what, Gunil always found a way to make you laugh.

Upon his return, Gunil came back into the room with a pack of fruit snacks and two bottles of water. He gave you a gentle smile as he reclaimed his place next to you.

“I brought you a water in case you wanted one,” he offered gently. Wordlessly, you took the bottle from him, cracking it open and taking a drink. “You sure you’re alright? You can talk to me if you want. No pressure, okay?” You nodded, setting your water aside and scooting closer to him. Gunil quickly mimicked your actions, putting his things down as well and opening his arms up to you. You still didn’t say anything once you got comfortable, so Gunil thought he’d get the ball rolling. “Long day?”

You nod in silent agreement, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Another silence fell between you as Gunil let you take a second to speak up if you wanted. After not hearing anything, he decided to speak up again.

“Work or school?”

“School,” you answer. “The semester just started and I already think one of my professors hates me.”

“Why would you think that?” Gunil questioned as one of his hands found its way to the back of your head. He was glad to see his gentle prying was starting to work.

“My English professor yelled at me because I sat in someone else's assigned seat on accident.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “We didn’t have the assigned seats the last time, so how was I supposed to know we were supposed to sit in alphabetical order?”

Gunil shook his head. “Some professors are just like that, my love. I’m sorry he embarrassed you.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed again. “It was just shitty.” Gunil nodded in agreement, and the room grew quiet once more. Gunil kept you close to him as he waited to see if you had anything else to say. “Thank you for listening,” you whispered into the small space between you.

Gunil smiled, “Of course, sunshine.” He gave you a soft kiss on the temple. “It’s no problem at all.”

kim jungsu

Jungsu could tell you had a bad day from the second you greeted him at the door. That familiar sparkle in your eye that he loved seemed to be a little bit faded, and the hus you shared after welcoming him in seemed to lack its usual spark as well. As Jungsu took off his shoes, you made your way over to your couch, flopping down and turning your TV show back on. You felt kinda stupid for inviting him over if you were in such a bad mood, but you really didn’t want to spend your evening alone. Jungsu soon joined you on the couch- flopping down directly on top of you, squeezing him between himself and the cushions.

“What are we watching?” He asked, trying to keep the atmosphere light, in hopes of taking your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

“A show,” you reply, voice steady. That’s when he knew something was up for sure. This wasn’t just any show, it was your favorite show. He had heard you go on many passionate rants about this show over the duration of your relationship, so hearing you refer to it as some sort of lackluster camera work almost appalled him.

“What happened?” He asked simply. You looked down at where his head was lying on your chest. “Something is clearly bothering you. What’s up?” One thing was true about Jungsu, he was your best friend first, your boyfriend second, and a mother of five third. All of these things came together into one big ball of worry, and he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You shook your head, not really wanting to talk about it. You felt your feelings of embarrassment rise over you again. What was the point of being here if you were gonna be in a bad mood the whole time? You started to beat yourself up over it a little bit and the next thing you knew, warm tears started to spill out over your eyes.

“Hey,” Jungsu sat up now, pulling you up with him. “What’s wrong, honey?” His tone was gentle as he wiped your tears from your cheeks. You shook your head again as a means to try and get him to drop the subject. Jungsu knew you had trouble asking for help when you didn’t feel the best, so he decided not to push it anymore. Instead, he pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you tight against his chest. You wrapped your arms around him as well, holding him tight and seeking comfort in the way he was holding you.

“It’s alright,” he cooed. “I’m here. You’re alright.”

You continued to cry for a short while, neither of you saying a word. The only sounds that could be heard other than your muffled crying were the sounds of the TV show that you had been using to distract yourself from your bad day. One of Jungsu’s hands ran up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. After a moment, you had seemed to calm down, pulling away slightly to look up at Jungsu with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize instinctively.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he comforted. “I just want to make sure you feel better.”

kwak jiseok

You and Jiseok had a date planned for tonight, but your day has been anything but good. Work had kicked your ass, and your coworkers seemed to continue to kick you while you were already down. You decided not to tell Jiseok about your terrible day, because you could practically see the excitement radiating off of him when he picked you up at your door.

“Wow,” Jiseok gushed. “You look great. Are you ready to go?” You nodded and mustered up the sweetest smile you could as you took his hand. “How was your day?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Okay,” you lied. “How was rehearsal?” Jiseok began to rattle off about his day, filling you in on his typical work shenanigans. Luckily, his stories for today were pretty long, so you didn’t have to contribute much. While Jiseok’s bubbly personality did a good job at lifting your mood, you couldn’t help but feel the cloud of your bad work day looming over you. Eventually, you reached your destination- a cute new boba place that Jiseok had wanted to take you to. You made your way up to the counter to order, and that was when Jiseok finally noticed that you seemed a little quiet.

“Do you know what you want?” He gently nudged your side with his elbow. You nodded, and he smiled. “What do you want? I’ll order it for you.”

You told Jiseok what you wanted and he ordered your drinks and paid. The two of you waited for your drinks, and you sat down together once they both arrived. Jiseok continued to tell stories and try to ask you questions to get you to open up a bit, but nothing seemed to be working. He could tell that you had a rough day, so he didn’t want to force you to talk about it.

“Hey,” he offered. “Did I ever tell you about the time we all got boba, and Jungsu choked on his drink?”

You cocked your head a little bit. “No?”

“He was okay,” Jiseok continued. “But at one point Gunil started to pat his back and try to help him out. So when Jungsu finally stopped choking he just started to lecture Gunil for hitting him too hard.”

You chuckle at this, being able to perfectly imagine this situation going down in your head. You shake your head slightly, “They really do fight like a married couple.”

“They do!” Jiseok laughed. “I’m surprised Gunil didn’t try to kiss him to make him feel better after.”

At this, you let out your first real laugh of the evening, and Jiseok smiled wide. You finally seemed to be forgetting about your bad day.

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “Do you remember that time Gunil pinched his finger and actually tried to make Jungsu kiss it better?” Your laughter was contagious as Jiseok also recalled the memory. You both continued to talk and laugh as you recalled funny memories back and forth, and soon enough your bad day was completely behind you.

oh seungmin

Seungmin was in your bedroom, scrolling through his socials while you were in the bathroom. You told him that you’d had a bad day with your classes, and simply refused to give any other information aside from, ”It was just a long day.” He’s been here for about an hour, and nothing seemed to make you open up to him yet. He didn't want to force you to talk if you didn’t want to, so he just tried his best to keep the energy light. He’s been online shopping for a little bit, allowing you to pick out some clothes for him or asking for your opinion on some things.

After a while, you came back from the bathroom, and when Seungmin looked up from his phone to see you in the doorway, his heart broke.

“Oh baby…” He sat up, quickly discarding his phone. You made your way over to him with tears on your cheeks. You didn’t even have time to make it to the bed before Seungmin was on his feet and rushing towards you. You were wrapped up in his arms and pulled into his chest. You weakly wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself cry. Seungmin squeezed you tight, trying his best to make you feel comfortable.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He asked after a few moments. You nodded, finally calming down a little bit. Seungmin knew that your major had a heavy workload, so he always tried his best to make sure the stress didn’t get to you. “How about we lay down, hmm?” You nodded into his chest, and then led you over to your mattress. The two of you got comfortable, with you laying your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist.

“Do you have class all day tomorrow?” He asked.

“No.”

“Then we should go out tomorrow. We can go wherever you want. I just feel bad that you’re so stressed.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffed.

“Not on my watch.” He let a kiss linger on your hairline. “I can’t let my baby be this stressed out. So give it some thought, and we can do whatever you want, okay?”

You nodded.

“Do you need anything right now?”

You shook your head.

“If you need something just let me know, alright? I love you.”

A small smile formed on your lips. “I love you too.”

han hyeongjun

Typically, you were the one who carried the conversations between you and Hyeongjun on most days. Granted, he was more talkative with you than he was with most other people, but it wasn’t uncommon for you to get the ball rolling.

Your shift had finally ended, so you have decided to pick up some dinner and run it to Hyeongjun at the studio. You figured that even if you had a bad day, maybe you could help make his day a good one. Once you got into the studio, you find Hyeongjun in one of the private practice rooms. Upon seeing you, he smiled.

“Hello,” he beams, setting his guitar to the side.

“Hi,” you smile back. “I brought you some dinner.”

“Thanks,” he gets up to greet you, taking the food from your hands. “How was work?”

You shrug, “Long.” Hyeongjun instantly notices how you’re giving him short answers. He gives you a confused look.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head and put down your things, making yourself comfortable on the floor. Hyeongjun decides to join you, taking the spot next to you and distributing all of the food. The two of you mainly eat in silence, other than the occasional short question Hyeongjun would ask. He wasn’t really sure what to do in order to get you to open up. You seemed pretty insistent on keeping whatever was bugging you to yourself, and he didn’t want to intrude. Dinner came and went in silence, and Hyeongjun cleaned up your takeout containers before throwing them away.

“Thank you for dinner, pretty,” he playfully patted your head as he stood to clean up your things. You looked up at him, smiling briefly.

When Hyeongjun returned, he picked up his guitar and made his way back down to the floor next to you. Wordlessly, he began to strum a tune, and you quickly found yourself getting lost in it. It was almost as if the music he played made the stress of your day melt off. After his song ended, Hyeongjun gave you a smile.

“Feeling any better?” He asked.

You nodded and gave him a genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he replied, beginning to play a new song for you both.

lee jooyeon

You and Jooyeon were walking from your place to the dorm, enjoying the calm, evening scenery. Gunil was in charge of “family dinner” tonight, and he had told Jooyeon that he should invite you over. The two of you haven’t been dating for very long, but all of the others had seemed to gain a liking towards you rather quickly.

He held your hand as you walked, and he couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to be in your own little world.

“Hey,” he lightly bumped your body into yours. “What are you thinking about?”

You looked up at him. “Nothing much.”

“Oh, come on,” he prompted. “You’ve clearly got something going on in that pretty little head of yours.” You chuckled lightly at his comment. “What’s up?”

“Work sucked today.”

Jooyeon frowned a bit. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“You sure?”

You shook your head again.

“Alright,” he nodded. “I’m here if you change your mind, okay?” He squeezed your hand, causing you to smile quickly- acting as a silent thank you.

After a while, you and Jooyeon had walked past a shop that had speakers playing outside. Jooyeon looked at you and smiled. “I love this song!” You had never heard the song in your life, but that didn’t stop Jooyeon from pretending to serenade you right then and there on the sidewalk- fake microphone and all. He had completely stopped walking, taking a moment to dedicate this performance to you.

You laughed a little bit- partially from his charm, and also partially from embarrassment because you could clearly see the people from inside of the shop looking at the both of you. Laughing, you tugged Jooyeon away from the store.

“What?” He questioned while laughing as well. “Did you not like the show?”

“I loved it,” you beamed. “But the people inside didn’t seem to appreciate your stage presence.”

You both continued to laugh as you made your way to the dorm, where you were met with friendly faces and the smell of good food. As you took off your shoes, you couldn’t help but to absentmindedly hum the song Jooyeon had sang for you, completely forgetting about your bad day.

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 2, Episode 1

Season 2 picks up after the Christmas break, it is now early January 2021, and Wilhelm is asleep, dreaming of Simon...

Cinematography: The show does a slow transition from Wilhelm's sex dream by changing the colours from the soft golden light of his dream, to the harsh early January daylight, and by letting the sound of a vacuum cleaner pierce the signature [dreamy electronic music] of his dream.

Subtext: We're seeing Wilhelm move like a ghost through the palace, ignoring everyone, even his mother. He's still angry with her, and they haven't really talked all break.

Blink and you miss it: It's hard to make out, but Erik's silver cigarette case is also inscribed with Sällskapet - The Society, the ultra-douche nobility club.

Cinematography: Just like last season was bookended by a fourth wall break, here comes the opening montage and a very angry Wilhelm staring into the camera.

Subtext: The August montage tells us a bunch of things. He's been spending Christmas break alone at school since he doesn't really have a family to spend it with, and his eating disorder/body dysmorphia sure isn't getting better.

Culture: Simon is playing the song Aldrig Igen by Cherrie, which is about leaving someone who has hurt you. The repeating refrain goes: "Never gonna happen again. I don't want to feel like that."

Culture: Minimum age for getting your driver's license in Sweden is 18. It's getting more and more rare for people to get their driver's license as soon as possible, because it's simply not a necessity for most. When I went to high school last century (in the 90's), about half the class got theirs at that time. These days less than a third get theirs that early.

Subtext: Although Felice didn't really have a plot of her own this season, I'm glad to see that she learned something last season and keeps ignoring her annoying, prattling, mom. That her friend Sara got into the Manor House is much more important than whatever horsey-horse blah her mom is whining about.

Subtext: Madison hands Sara a crystal, of course she's into that. But I'm not crunchy enough to figure out what the hell she means by "among other things". Help. Anyone? What is that even? Amethyst?

Subtext: "Native Americans and other indigenous peoples have burned sage for centuries as part of a spiritual ritual to cleanse a person or space, and to promote healing and wisdom." Thank you Google for that explanation. And of course it's something Madison would do.

Lost in translation: The English translation of their chanting didn't quite capture everything. A literal translation would be "Fine girls, deep pockets, worship our fine pussies!" But fina flickor is an expression that means well-mannered upper-class girls, djupa fickor is a Swedish idiom that means being rich, and these two fragments both rhymes with and alliterates with fina fittor, except the latter is extremely vulgar, which creates an interesting juxtaposition of contrasting tone. Btw, my high school Swedish teacher was the best teacher I've ever had, and I know he would be so fucking proud of me right now if he could see me writing this! Tack, Magnus.

Subtext: And here comes the first mention of this season's main theme; traditions, upholding them, breaking them, examining them... Interestingly enough it's Felice who suggests breaking it, while all the other girls insist that Sara has to continue the tradition. And boy, does she ever. At least the fire department didn't show up...

Subtext: The real reason August didn't join Vincent or Nils on their expensive Christmas vacation to the Seychelles is of course that he can't afford it. But his dismissive joke also just point to his own eating disorder problems. August, get help.

Subtext: When Simon insta-stalks Marcus we get to see a bit of his personality. Apparently, Marcus likes camping, fishing, hiking, horses, and his Volvo. The 850 is a classic 90's station wagon, and although it's pretty unusual for 18-year-olds to own a car in Sweden, something like that checks out and it's probably his car.

Subtext: Vincent is such an ass, and I love every second of it. He has zero respect for the younger students, he doesn't give a shit that Wilhelm is royal.

Subtext: Wilhelm is being an assertive bitch to August here and insists on him addressing him in third person, as if they weren't familiar...

Blink and you miss it: ...which makes Nils and Vincent laugh, and Vincent makes a mocking salute to Wilhelm.

Subtext: But in the end, August is the prefect, so they do as he says and allow the first-years to join the party, even though they have no idea why August is letting Wilhelm get away with it.

Cinematography: This season also does a lot of mirroring where scenes in this season look like scenes in the first season. This particular one mirrors the one where Simon appears at the initiation party for Wilhelm and catches his eye, except it's a lot more sad this time.

Subtext: Oh look, The Theme™ pops up again, and Simon is of course not a fan of keeping the shitty traditions that forced Sara to do something stupid, so that he had to rush to school to check up on her.

Subtext: Wilhelm is an awkward idiot around Simon. He really has no idea how to reconnect with him.

Cinematography: Again, we're mirroring the initiation party in s1 where Simon excuses himself, but this time Wilhelm doesn't chase after him.

Subtext: I'm sorry what now? Nils is not straight? That came out of fucking nowhere, but ok, let's roll with it! Also, whoever subtitled this is obviously familiar with Tinder, but not with Grindr. Nils says that he saw Marcus on Grindr, not that they matched, because that's not how Grindr works.

Subtext: The main theme of the entire show is about social class, if you haven't figured this out by now. Nils is firmly in team upper-class, and tells Wilhelm how he's supposed to handle dating: Only date or hook up with people from your own class, or with people who know how to keep everything discreet, private, and down-low.

Subtext: Wilhelm looks around in confusion, because he expected Simon to be singing in the choir. Where the hell is Simon?

Subtext: Meanwhile, Simon is late and on the bus with his friends on Team Rebound, who are giving him advice that's gonna turn out to be pretty crap.

Culture: Padel is so middle class, Vincent is right! Padel surged in popularity in Sweden in 2021 for some weird reason, and tons of padel courts popped up all over the country. However, the hype completely crashed in 2022, so most of those places are now facing bankruptcy and people actually talk about padeldöden - padel death, so the sport is kind of a joke right now.

Subtext: Wilhelm puts on the most fake smile ever and says hi to Alexander who is back at school. They were all correct when they said that Alexander really wouldn't get punished for getting caught with the drugs, his parents simply bribed the school to hush it down, but their treatment of Alexander will backfire spectacularly on Wilhelm later in the season.

Subtext: The show is doing a bit of exposition here, but it's also reminding us of who knows what about the sex tape, and why Wilhelm hasn't told Simon that he knows who did it. One more thing that will backfire spectacularly.

Subtext: And in a quick throwaway comment we learn that the late prince Erik had a thing with a porn model, and that the royal court successfully swept that whole thing under the carpet, as they do.

Subtext: The rest of the girls thoughtlessly let Sara pick up the tab for their coffee, which is nothing to them, but for Sara it's half her savings. She's treating them without protest, but doesn't buy anything for herself because she simply can't afford it.

Subtext: Don't sit next to him, don't talk to him, pretend he doesn't exist! Simon is really trying to follow the advice of his friends.

Cinematography: Oh look, a mirroring of the scary movie scene where they touch hands in season 1. Except this time Simon jerks his hand away.

Subtext: The Theme! This time it's Wilhelm who's on team fuck the traditions, although he's doing it just to undermine August.

Lost in translation: Vincent actually uses the word kladdiga - sticky, smudgy - about their hands, which in Swedish implies they're all toddlers who should sit down and shut up while the adults are talking.

Subtext: No, Wilhelm really didn't stick up for anyone last season, he threw Alexander under the bus, and he threw Simon under the bus, so we're just heaping on the guilt now.

Subtext: And we're doing some more exposition to remind everyone about who knows what about the sex tape. Here Sara finds out that August knows that Wilhelm knows it was him, and he's blaming her for telling him, even though she hasn't told anyone. Not even Simon, speaking about things that will backfire spectacularly.

Subtext: Sara's plotline is gaining steam, much like she did after touching August, if you know what I mean, eh, eh, eh? She knows he's a piece of shit, she knows he's a bad person that she can't trust, but she also thinks he's hot as fuck and this obviously causes quite a lot of conflicting emotions in her.

Subtext: No, Wilhelm truly doesn't realize this. He's been trying to get close to Simon in order to get him back, but he still hasn't got a damn clue as to why Simon is keeping his distance.

Subtext: Note that Simon going after Marcus is 100% reactive. He asked him for a ride because he needed to for Sara's sake. And now he's agreeing to karaoke night because Wilhelm just hurt him again, and because his friends have been encouraging him to go for a rebound boyfriend.

Culture: Carola Häggkvist is a very well known Swedish artist and songwriter who had her breakthrough at 17 in the 1983 Eurovision Song Contest with the song Marcus is choosing. She only came in third that time, but won the ESC in 1991 with the song Fångad av en Stormvind. Despite being wacko Christian for a while and married to Norwegian preacher Runar Søgaard, who lost his weapons license after shooting a deer from his bedroom window, she has now mended her ways and is somewhat of a gay icon in Sweden, performing at Stockholm Pride in 2013.

Culture: Främling is about meeting a stranger, falling in love, and taking a chance on this newfound love. Marcus might look like a doofus, but his song choice is pretty clever, although obvious.

Subtext: Can we just appreciate Vincent's dramatics for a second? A first-year not moving their ass off a couch he wants to sit in is apparently causing his entire world to come crashing down. The audacity! Chaos! The system is there for a reason! It provides stability! What's next? Everyone is just gonna sit around playing the bongos? Someone needs to enforce the proper order of things, because August apparently refuses to do so!

Subtext: Some nice foreshadowing here where Alexander checkmates Wilhelm.

Culture: The Swedish Royal Court is an organisation with hundreds of employees who assist the royal family in all their official duties. Here we're seeing the Queen having a late night meeting with some court officials. Although the show doesn't say, it's likely that Minou who was introduced in season 1 is the head of the press and information department, and that the new character Jan-Olof is the Marshal of the Court, which would put him in charge of planning and preparing all official events that the royal family attends.

Subtext: From the perspective of the Queen and the court, Wilhelm's outburst comes out of nowhere. He's been refusing to talk to his mother for weeks, and now he suddenly calls them up, rants about Simon being on a date with another boy, and screams that he doesn't want to become king in the future. In addition, he threatens to talk to the press himself, which makes Minou somewhat concerned to put it lightly.

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hellsite-detective · 4 months

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can u help mr find that post about how op hates edgy kids show theories and then does the opposite by making childish theories on darker adult shows?

It has the user lokiloo (but they might've changed their username since then) and it goes like

"I hate hate HATE all those 2edgy 4me theories about kids shows. Like Angelica dreaming up the Rugrats, or the ed, edd, and Eddy children being ghosts, or literally anything that takes a lighthearted and fun kids show and has to turn it into some tragic take of murder or misinformed mental illness.

So you know what? From now on I'm gonna do the exact opposite. Every cool grim-dark show is now because of a bunch of children" and then writess some dnd-related game of thrones theory

I found it in a YouTube video and want to read some of the reblogs to see what others have added on

thanks :D

this is a phenomenon i'm all too familiar with. bein' a fan of Adventure Time, i've obviously seen the classic "Finn in a coma" art. but this is a unique twist on the edgy theory that i can get behind. i went down to the Search Bar to ask Google for the first sentence in the quote my client gave me, and they handed me the link instantly. i was about to grab it when the roof of the Search Bar was burned away, revealin' a massive dragon flyin' overhead. luckily, i had my trusty magnifyin' glass that turns into a magical sword! usin' my sword i flew up to the dragon to face him down. to my surprise, the dragon spoke...

"Drem yol lok, Dovahkiin. Hin pahlok fen kos hin vo."

"it is you who will be undone, beast! you slew my family all those years ago! prepare to be vanquished!"

"Grik kah fah aan joor. Dovahkiin, hi fen wake up."

the last two words the dragon spoke weren't in his tongue, but instead in English. to my shock, the dragon continued to speak, repeating the same phrase, in English, over and over again.

...you must wake up...

...wake up...

"Wake up!"

i shot awake. i was sittin' at the Search Bar in front of the Don. huh, was it... all a dream? i shook my head and grabbed the post he laid in front of me. i then went and filed it away...

here you are! sorry about fallin' asleep, that doesn't normally happen. but either way, here's your post!

Post Case: Closed

#feel free to translate the dovahzul!#yes i actually wrote dialogue in the dragon tongue #and before you ask no the dragon is not canon #i'll only bring him back if i have to do a skyrim related post case #i just got a bit carried away oops #please appreciate it!#game of thrones #rugrats #ed edd n eddy #ask #hellsite detective #post case closed

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witch-oftheflowers · 4 months

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Ximena HCs: Military Background

AN:here's a little headcanons I have for Ximena. A bit to learn more about her. I will probably add to this last as I develop her character. ENJOY!🌟

TW: SA mentioned. Very Brief literally just the term SA. But I wanted to warn in case!

Masterlist

Ximena is a plus size woman. Curvy with a stomach, but she's very flexible and has a lot of muscle even if she doesn't look it~

She's short. Her 22' version is 5ft 4in. Her 09' version is 5ft 9in.

Yes I have two versions. But I focus primarily on her 22' self.

She's a Mexican immigrant, she was 9 when she immigrated with her family to England.

She still has an accent, especially since her family made monthly or yearly trips back home

Most of her family had served. It being military, police force, or firefighters. She wanted to follow that lineage

She's really intelligent. One focus that many sought her for. She's learned so far 7 languages; Spanish, English, German, Korean, French, Japanese, Russian. *Currently learning Chinese and Dutch*

Medically trained, first started as a medic. But a few higher ups saw potential in her as a trained soldier, which she switched to

Ximena was ignored and pushed down a lot. Especially dealt with racism.

As she built her career and became a respected soldier over time

She was asked to assist with covert missions, where she shined

Came back quick, had multiple wins for herself.

Eventually, she was 'asked'(forced) to work with a well regarded soldier Simon Riley.

Side note: THEY HATED EACH OTHER

Eventually they got along, did start dating but we're not gonna go into details here~

A tragic event happened that defined her resilience. And her ties to Simon. TW: SA. That's it won't dive into it-

She witnessed Simon becoming Ghost.

She was asked to assist with Price's unit Bravo Team. She dons Bravo-2 as her call sign

She has a jumbled up career. Doing solo missions, infiltration, along with covert missions.

A few solo missions she was acknowled for was bringing down human trafficking circles, arms deals, along with sabotage for terrorist groups-

During 2018 she was asked to infiltrate the Inner Circle and figure out their motives. This was assigned by General Shepherd's who seek her expertise

She did infiltrate it. At one point she was Vladimir's right hand woman, and partner.

When the events of 2020 happened and the team was brought in to handle the terrorist attack Vladimir created. She was the rat that spilled the tea.

She didn't know how he was gonna escape. But she did know he would try.

The airport was thankfully empty out. A key note of that, Ghost wasn't left at the airport for that reason. Well I say 👀

Vladimir had a feeling it was her, but he was a coward as they had him in the helicopter. Even throwing swears and phrases to her in Russian. Soap was allowed to knock him out

What they found out was she was abused and tortured during her time. She came back from her long curly hair to a short fluffy bob. Even a few new scars on her face. Along with her being colder.

General Shepherd's did apologize for her going dark for two years. Even gave her a medal for her efforts. But she denied it, not wishing to be reminded of the time.

When Laswells asked her to assist with Task Force 141, it was during her covert mission. She was gone four days. She suffered punishment for it in the Inner Circle but it was needed at the time during 2019

When Las Almas happen, she was asked to join the two boys going out- especially since she was from Mexico. She did decline. Just helping from the sidelines

(At this time Ximena and Simon had 2 kids already. Thinking about another one-)

The chaos of the betrayal to the problems with missiles being lost and anywhere was a lot

When they finished with Graves and his Shadows, she cut her ties to Shepherd. Even if he created her to be who she was today

At the time of the missiles she was allowed a leave..due to medical reasons.

When she regroup with the lads in the bar. She was excited, but she was asked to help with just Intel from that point on. Seeing she had to for her medical leave she would be taking them on.

(she was pregnant. Third baby on the way! Ghost was worried not gonna lie, his precious wife was out in danger just a week ago and she was pregnant??)

During 2023, and the events leading up.

Once Makarov was known to be loose. She was secured and safe along with her kids. Monitor for her and her family safety since she was his rat years ago

She helped pinpoint locations, dealt with Shepherd when he wanted back in. Even gave them codes and security by pass with the Koni group.

She heard about Johnny getting injured and how Makarov was still at large.

The Riley family was put under protection, Simon was clear on his position. We get Makarov we retire. Maybe.

Both agreed, get Makarov and retire from field work. Maybe. Doesn't mean they didn't wanna be on base training the next generation. But that was for future conversations

That's is so far! Hoped you enjoyed the what I have for her- I will make separate HCs for different things. Like this is just her career and her accomplishment in the military.

And if you have a moment and got this far I wanna ask.

Thank you again love ya all! 💗

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st4rrvcha · 4 months

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𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆(ch.1) - bfb!hyunjin x fem reader

wc: 571

genre: fluff... for now at least[WIP]

summary: you’ve been eyeing your best friend's brother for some time, but you’ve never said anything, for you feared that he wouldn’t like you back. your best friend ruko, seems to think he may like you too. luckily for you, his birthday is tomorrow! What will happen when you confess you love for him then?

note: hyunjin is referred to as his english name, sam, and reader is referred to as yuki.

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a/n: this is my first ever ff so pls be kind!! i also wouldn't mind some constructive criticism, as it'll help me get better at providing for you guys!! thank you for reading my ff!

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Tomorrow is Sam’s birthday and you think that the gift you’ve planned for him, it’s really more of a confession is too much. You’ve made an elaborate card, carefully worded to make sure he doesn’t get weirded out, you bought him all his favorite snacks, you went all out for this man. You even painted him a portrait of his favorite flower. Roses.

You start pacing around your room, the walls feeling like they're closing in on you as you constantly overthink and spew nonsense about your worries for Ruko to hear. Ruko, sitting on your bed, assures you, “I’ve known Sam for over like 1,000 years. We’re literally siblings. If he didn’t like you a teensy bit I would know.” You interject, “I know, I know, Ruko,” you say with an exasperated sigh. “But it’s not as simple as that! What if he thinks I’m weird or something!! We don’t even know each other too well!” “You… and my brother… don't know each other too well?!?!,” Ruko says with an annoyed and slightly shocked face. “Then how come, every night you would sleep over at my house after dragging me there hungover you would always be chatting it up with him in the morning? Huh? Do you even think??? If I wasn’t your friend, hell, if I wasn’t even his sister, I still would have been able to see the chemistry you two have!” All of Ruko’s yelling kinda snaps it into you. “You’re right. I think I just need to muster up the courage.” you say.

Just then, Ruko’s phone rings. “Speak of the motherfucking devil.” she says. “Yo! Sam’s on the phone come say hi Yuki!” Ruko whisper-shouts. You’re even redder than the spiciest chili pepper, but slowly you walk over to where Ruko is sitting. “Hi Sam!” you say, mustering up the strongest voice you can get. “Oh! Hey Yuki! I haven’t seen you in a while! You comin’ to my birthday party tomorrow? I sure hope you are!” His words leave you in shock, but you keep going on. “Yea! I’m coming to your party! I’ve got a surprise for you!!” You’re alarmed at the words that came out of your mouth, hoping and praying that he didn’t hear you, but knowing full well that he did. “Oh yea?,” he says. You can hear the cockiness in his voice. It made your heart flutter and the butterflies in your stomach were all over the place. “I can’t wait to see it then. Anyway, bye Ruko! Bye Yuki! Love you guys!,” Sam says. “Love you too!” you and Ruko say in unison. “OMG! Girl. You just said Love you to my brother!!” she squeals in delight. She’s been waiting for you to slip up. All you can think about is how bad you’ve fumbled. “YA! If you bring this shit up again I swear you’re gonna sleep on my couch the next few nights.” This is the final straw for you. “NO! NO! NEVER! Please! I’ll stop! Not the couch!” Ruko writhes in fake pain. You guys laugh this off like good friends always do and get comfy in your bed.

You try to fall asleep but all you can think of is how you’ve accidentally already confessed your love to Sam. It takes a while, but as you start to doze off, you start another one of your fantasies, lulling you into a deep sleep.

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next chapter coming soon! (i write a new chapter like everyday.)

- with love, emi(stvrrvcha)

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sunnflowyyr · 2 years

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Hello there! Is it alright if I ask for rottmnt donnie and leo with a reader that speaks a different language? (And if I may be specific, could that language be german?)

Sorry if this is of any inconvenience :>

hello anon! thank you so much for this request; not an inconvenience at all! i don't know german myself, but i've always wanted to learn! it's a really interesting language (as they all are), i just have no initiative or patience to teach myself. oops.

i wasn't sure what to write (platonic or romantic), so i hope you don't mind that i made these headcanons with an s/o reader.

i hope you enjoy!

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Disaster Twins With An S/O Who Speaks German

Donnie

when he first hears you speak german, he falls in love HARDER

he loves hearing your voice as it is, but in another language?

even if he doesn't know it at first, he will listen to you when you speak all the time

because, as we all know, donnie consumes all kinds of knowledge in his genius little turtle brain

so he'll start learning the language in his spare time

within a month, he has a lot of words memorized

add a couple and you could say he's pretty fluent for a beginner in the language

he learns all of this without really telling you, of course, because he has this perfect idea in mind

and one day, as the two of you are hanging out in his lab, he stops tinkering on his tech and watches you watch something on your phone

he sits up, catching your attention before asking you out in german

you're eyes almost pop out of your head; you're totally stunned!

and also extremely flustered by how good his german is

his grammar is excellent, though his accent/tone is a little off

you do answer with a yes, and he grins smugly at your embarassed state

when you realize how invested he is into learning your language, it makes you really happy

so you help him practice by having full conversations in german

if he's annoyed with his brothers, he'll start mumbling about them under his breath and hiss german insults (about leo mostly tbh)

Leo

stares at you with wide eyes, confusion visible on the turtle's face

it made you laugh, and he swears his heart banged against his plastron

"...you speak english? thank you, for saving me."

you seemed a little lost in your tone, and he could sense you were hesitant because english wasn't your first language

but he just grins, all but flirtatious as he swoons leans closer to you

"any time, stranger ... so what's your name?"

he makes sure to speak clearly and refrain from using too much slang when he's talking to you so you can understand

like donnie, he could literally listen to you speak for hours

he learns the language over a longer period of time compared to donnie

at least a year into knowing you, he probably knows a good amount of vocabulary and some sentences

mainly learns how to flirt with you and insult his enemies

despite his flirtatious personality, he has his heart set on you and only you

so he'll learn a lot more and practice how to confess/ask you out in german

but his first mistake was looking up how to say the full phrase online

though when the time comes, he messes up and says something way off from what he meant to say

you could tell because of the date he set up and that charming expression on his face when he said it; clearly obvious he was gonna confess to you, just didn't say what he meant to

probably something like "i eat toenails"

he got trolled by the internet

when you start laughing out loud, his heart aches and he is mortified did you really have to laugh at his confession?!

probably the first time you saw his confidence fall

"(name), please don't laugh, i .. i want to be with you and-"

"leo, i want to be with you too; i love you, but that's not what you said!"

you both now laugh at that moment

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt fans #leonardo hamato #raphael hamato #michelangelo hamato #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt disaster twins

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yellowbluemoonshine · 10 months

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Hello!

I short time before started Hell's Paradise. Actually, I had prejudices. For example: Chobei is really look like Bakugou and people says He is like Bakugou ( his Character) actually I love Bakugou but I can't stand second Bakugou but After watching it, I realized I was wrong because his Character is so different I love him He is good brother and Caring and good towards those he loves.

People says Aza brothers relationship like kiribaku and bakudeku but this Sounds stupid

I am actually angry with those who kept comparing the two.

What do you think? I'm curious.

Sorry for my english.

Hello, thank you for the ask! (And your english is fine) ^^.

Bakugou - Chobei Comparison;

I get you because the same thing happened to me in.

I hate all those comparisons because its not true, people tend to overlook Bakugou's mistakes, he is seen as 'actually not bad guy', 'he has soft side too', 'misunderstood angry boy', even though he is not so i think people are kinda projecting it, they wish Bakugou was like Chobei but its not.

I had the same prejudice about Chobei at first. (I erased Bakugou-Chobei edit-picture but put it in this post).

Here's my old edit-picture and now i think it is kinda trash/useless.

There were some visual similarities with both Gabimaru and Chobei. My first posts in this tumblr was literally about this. Gabimaru who is similar to Shigaraki, is groomed to be murderer since childhood, white hair, red eyes, empty heart, actually kind person but needs to be saved, only difference his redemption starts earlier than Shiggy's. Still different character and i think Shiggy is a deeper character than him but similarities are there. Edit picture is in here.

And here my thoughts about Bakugou and Chobei;

When i first read the manga, when i first saw Chobei, i was like 'Another Bakugou...' because he has a very similar design and that loud, agressive, arrogant behavior with the fact that he is kinda rival to main character made me think he was just like Bakugou. Not even mentioning his little brother blindly idolizing him, just like how Bakugou was idolized but i was so wrong and i am glad that i was because he is actually in fact so different.

1- Character-Story Comparison;

First of all, the origin of their characters is different. They both are aggressive, arrogant, tend to be violent, loud and all but why makes them that way is so different.

Bakugou is just a school bully, he is just a kid with ego issues. He is blessed with power and he gets away with bad behavour that made him the way he is. His define character is his desire to win, being better than others. While competition is good thing, it can be easiely toxic, which is what happens with Bakugou.

Chobei is just a normal kid who wants make his family proud. Especially, he is big brother first, then everything else comes later. He isnt a bully. He is a survivor. He lost his mother at a young age. His father was executed in front of him and his brother. He was the son of samuray but had to live at streets, and no one helped them. Then he was kidnapped by bandits so that they would sell kids for God know what reason so he had to do something about it, to survive. And he manipulated them because whether they were gonna take advantage of them or the opposite. He took advantage of the people around him. Of course, living a life of a bandit would make his ego blow up, it makes sense why he is so self-absorbed because he won, he survived agaisnt horrible people as kid. It makes sense why he doesnt care about other people because noone helped them as kids. Thats why he doesnt believe in the justice of others. It makes sense why he has the mindset of 'us vs others'. Lets be real. If he wasnt like this, he would've been killed years ago.

His character is intimidating on purpose so people wouldnt dare to hurt him. It is his persona to survive. And all those things isnt just for him to survive. He did all this to protect his little brother and his actions isnt excused but there is something so heroic, so pure about this. And this is the origin of his character. He is a protector. He might not be kind person but he is the type of person who would pay attention the needs of those he loves, even at his worst.

Chobei is tragic and deeper character and his story is very different than Bakugou who just needs to learn not to be awful to people around him for no real reason.

And not just as characters, the way story handled them and how they interact others is very different.

Bakugou is (anti) hero in the story and he doesnt get any real consequences for how he treats others. He bothers people for no reason but most of the time, other characters just endure it. Most characters likes him, even though in real life, everyone would hate jerks. (Like they feel uncomfortable from Monoma's actions but them being okay with Bakugou is weird). The person he bullied brutally still admires him. He gets many screentime, clearly more than he needs because most of the time, it feels very irrelevant (For example, him learning OFA did nothing useful for Izuku, except worse, because he had to endure bakugou's anger). And he kinda gets character development.

Chobei is more like league of villains in this story. I think the way he was treated as character feels a lot more realistic than Bakugou's. Because the thing is, no one really cares about Chobei in Jigokuraku because they have no reason to. The only person who cares about him and who idolizes him is his brother Toma but honestly, of course, he would. Its his family and Chobei literally made many sacrificies for him such as cutting his right eye etc. So he doesnt magically get along with everyone, even when he kinda saved everyone/and kinda died at the end of story but none of the characters (except Toma) cared. He doesnt magically win. There is a logic in his power, which is adaptation. He even loose to mc. The story doesnt even force him to get redemption or character development, though he could get one, story only show that there is humanity in him, just like Gabimaru, which is enough. He is also very relevant to the story since beginning to the end. (I am not saying his writing is perfect but at least, better than other).

Chobei and Bakugou only looks on superficial level (angry blonde boy) and their dynamic with others are different too.

2- Dynamic Comparison;

First of all, Toma's character is different than Izuku and Kirishima. Toma is very silent, negative, feminine boy. If i ever find similar character to him, i would say Kalluto from Hunter x Hunter. Just a dark, silent, mysterious feminine boy. They are very loyal towards people they love, and passive. Compared to this, Izuku is negative but he knows when to scream to others, he is also not necessarely silent. I think as character, he is a lot like Sagiri in Jigokuraku. He is kind, he also empathizes and try to understand world around him and helps people, just like her. And Kirishima is also very different because he is even louder than Izuku and he tends to be more positive and social. I think he is a lot like Tenza in Jigokuraku, than Toma who silently endures and lives in his own world. Kirishima is also have that naive, kind, youth energy, just like Tenza, they both even have the negative old self in past so basically, as characters, Toma is not similar to Izuku and Kirishima.

And as dynamics, they are nowhere similar to another.

Chobei and Toma are very opposite natures, yin and yang, thats why they match perfectly. Well Bakugou is very different than Izuku as character too but thats doesnt make it same because sometimes, opposite dynamic might be toxic. Bakugou is Izuku's abuser. He brutally bullied him, he violated his personal space, he made him feel worthless and even then Izuku continued to idolizes him. Both Izuku and Toma admires their unyielding ego and they both feel inferior and follow them but it makes sense with Toma because Chobe iis the only person in this world for him because Chobei is Toma's protector, not abuser. Chobei might act like jerk but he wouldnt violate Toma's needs. He would do, he does most of the things he did so that Toma would get the best life he could have. Their dynamic is nowhere similar to him because Chobei would never hurt Toma, not on purpose at least, if he knew it is hurting him, he would change it.

Yeah, Bakugou also learn to change but that doesnt change how he treated Izuku. He couldnt care less how much he hurts Izuku, he wouldnt care when other hurt Izuku (in the past, at least) and even with redeemed Bakugou, their dynamic isnt similar. They just have to common point, with their admiration with Allmight and becoming hero and thats it. While Chobei would kill everyone, even himself, if anyone hurts Toma in any way. Toma is his exception. Bakugou met Izuku, looked at his pure eyes and he decided the ruin him while Chobei met Toma, looked at his pure eyes and he decided the protect him at all costs, lol. Chobei also likes teasing Toma but thats the thing, Bakugou doesnt just jokely tease Izuku, he abuses him, thats a big difference. Also i am pretty sure that Chobei actually loves to spoiling Toma.

Yes one is childhood friend and other one is brother but i think even if Chobei wasnt brother of Toma, he would still have same dynamic. Not because he finds some common point or understands him, just that their opposite sides would attracts each others and they eventually get along.

Bakugou's dynamic with Kirishima is a lot healthier than bakudeku dynamic. He is Baku's first friend, he is calmer with him, its like they have a connection but its still different than Chobei-Toma dynamic because Toma and Chobei are yin and yang, they get along so well because they are opposite. Even they are not brothers, they would still would invested in each others and become partners anyway. They do find something interesting about other one while the reason Bakugou and Kirishima come to a sense is that they understand each others better because they are similar. Loud, masculine, positive. Thats how they become friends and of course, this dynamic is okay too. The thing is its just different than Toma and Chobei's dynamic.

I think Toma-Chobei dynamic is a lot more similar to Sam-Dean dynamic in Supernatural than others. (More details in here.)

Bonus; Gabimaru might be kinda rival with Chobei too, they just find a common point but thats it. Though, they could be friends, still i think it wouldnt be their primary relationships. They would just be friends so his dynamic/interaction isnt similar to Bakudeku and Kiribaku either.

It is okay to enjoy any of those characters and ships/dynamics/relationships etc but as characters, Bakugou and Chobei is nowhere similar to each others at all. And Chobei-Toma dynamic is also different than Bakudeku-Kiribaku dynamic. And i hope people understand this.

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skyfall8600 · 2 years

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Sucked In Chapter 28: Faded Memories

Summary: You wake up in the world of Stranger Things before the events of Season 4. Are you able to help in the fight against Vecna, and save the man of your dreams?

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

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Next: Chapter 29

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The fire alarm went off, and not long after sirens were all around the school. Eddie followed along with the others, being led outside into the parking lot. There were police and firefighters rushing into the building.

“What happened? They won’t tell us anything.” Steve said suddenly, making Eddie jump.

“I don’t know—“ he started to say before Nancy found them, taking over as the one person in the group who somehow knew everything.

“Windows exploded, they’re worried it might be a gas leak or gunshot.” She said, She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Johnathan and Robin walking out with the rest of the photography class. “Oh thank god.”

Eddie looked around, trying his best to see above the heads of all the students. His eyes scanned everywhere, looking for you. He knew that you should have been in English Lit with Miss Hughes, but when he saw Miss Hughes and the rest of the class, he didn’t see you.

“Where’s Y/n?!” He screamed, getting the attention of his friends. “Of course, of fucking course! First day back and all hell breaks loose again, oh sweet Jesus… I can’t—“

“Eddie, you need to calm down. This is nothing like that. I’m sure she’s just with another group.” Steve said, trying to reassure his friend.

The truth was, even Steve didn’t know why you weren’t with the rest of the student body. And that wasn’t good enough for Eddie.

“She’s still in there, and none of the teachers are bothering to even find her.” He said, shrugging off his jean jacket and giving it to Steve. “I’m gonna go look, keep this safe for me will ya?”

“Wait— Eddie!”

It was no use, Eddie had already made up his mind. He did not go three years of school and literal hell for it all to end now with a gas leak. Running into the school, through a side door where the teachers couldn’t see him. He began his search for you.

Dodging the fire firefighters performing leak checks and the police guarding the English Lit classroom, Eddie was surprised how easy it was for him to be unseen.

He popped his head into the Drama prop room, “Pst. Angel— Y/n?” He yelled in a whisper. After no response, he continued to make the rounds.

From door to door, he halted in his tracks when he heard crying behind the janitor's closet.

“Y/n?” He said softly, opening up the floor.

And there you were, sitting on the floor with your legs tucked into your chest. You were crying into your arms. Your hair soaking from the humid air. The steam pipe never did get fixed. He remembered how nervous and happy you were the first time the two of you were in this closet, accidentally locked in.

You looked up, tears still spilling down your eyes. Your face was cut and bleeding.

“E—Eddie?” You said. “I— I didn’t mean to make it happen. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

He got the spare pipe from the corridor, using it to keep the door open after he stepped inside.

“Hey. It’s okay, you’re okay— you're okay right?” He said, slowly moving to crouch down in front of you. His hands instantly grabbing yours.

You nodded, “it’s just a few scratches— but one kid got glass in his eye. I didn’t mean it.” Crying, you lowered your head again. “Normally, I’m good at controlling it….”

“I know.” He said, and it surprised you. Springing up to look at him, he smiled as you hiccuped.

“What do you mean you know? How could you— don’t you think I’m crazy? I just said the window exploding was my fault.”

“I know more than you think,” he said, moving to stand up. He held his handout, encouraging you to follow him. “Come on, I know someone who can help. For now, we gotta get out of here.”

You nodded, crying into his shoulder. It was weird how accepting he was of the situation, you were so used to people running away in fear or berating you for being different. Yet here he was, a sincere look of concern overriding all other emotions in his face.

He shielded you with his arms, walking you around the corridors he knew of by heart. You were shaking against him, the blood still dripping along your cheek.

Back in the parking lot, teachers were all smoking away without a care in the world for the students' wellbeing. Eddie used it as the perfect opportunity to sneak you away into his van, hoping to get you away from the crowd and prying eyes.

“Are—are you sure it’s okay?” You asked.

He nodded, taking in the sight of you once again in his passenger seat. “We’ll have to wait a bit for them to be home, but we can get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

“Y—yeah.”

Never get in the car with strangers. Your mother always told you that. She always told you of the time a strange man wanted to take you away, threatening your parents. But you saw the man for what he was, a cold blooded monster. The images of him coloured in blood, his body burned and scared haunted your dreams for years after. Unsure why your mind saw him that way, you reacted defensively. By the time you were done with him, the blonde man in front of resembled the corpse in your mind.

You felt safe with Eddie. The low hum of the rough music filling the van as he drove. Perhaps you should have questioned more about where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. Your body and mind both felt at ease, like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

“Wayne— my uncle, is at work today.” He said, nervously. He understood that this was all new for you.

“Okay.”

“I um….. I should have asked if you were okay coming to my trailer, being alone with me— I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.” He said, his fists tightening around the steering wheel. “This is— my castle.”

The trailer was small but significantly well kept. You half expected dead grass and windows falling apart, but while the trailer itself looked old, its surrounding environment was lively.

“Not bad hey?” He said, smiling as he switched off the engine. “I got really bored last summer so the kids and I decorated and cleaned up the place.”

“The kids?” You questioned, eyeing him up. “Are you telling me you’re a teenage father?”

“No! I mean— they’re my friends.” He said, mentally hitting himself for his choice of words. Of course you didn’t know who Dustin or Mike or Will were. “I took them under my wing, shielding them from the horrors and tormenting of high school bullies.”

“Aah, I see.” You smiled, “Much like you have for me today. Thank you, I don’t know what excuses I would have given if the police started questioning me.”

Like the gentleman he was, he rushed outside to open the door for you. Giving you a fake curtsy, he bowed down. He missed this. He missed having you this close to him, laughing ever so slightly at the way he was.

“Get in situations like this often?”

You sighed, “Sort of. It’s a long story— by the way….I still don’t understand how you seemed to calm by what I said.”

He paused for a moment, running his hand through his hair. Which was easier to do now, he remembered how much you teased him for not having a conditioner and he wasn’t going to make that same mistake twice. Besides, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like how soft and bouncier it made his curls.

“And why’s that so hard to believe?” He teased.

“So you believe that I somehow shattered the glass… even though I didn’t mean to?”

Leading you inside, you were taken aback by how many mugs and photographs hung around the walls of the trailer.

“Maybe, is it so crazy if I do?” He said.

“Um, yeah.” You said, laughing in disbelief at him. “You’re not even going to question it?”

“Nope, now come here. I got the disinfectant wipes.” He patted the bathroom bench, encouraging you to jump up. You followed his orders and finally saw what you looked like in the mirror. Shuddering to yourself.

He had to stand close to you, due to the right bathroom confinement and the need to be close enough to clean the wound. Luckily there was no glass stuck inside your cheek.

He was so close that you could make out the number of eyelashes on each of his eyes. Long and thick. They partnered up perfectly with those dark button eyes.

You were so lost in taking in all his glory that you failed to register the words coming from his lips. It wasn’t until he tapped your knee did you regain focus.

“Huh?”

“I said….” He smiled, “You’re all cleaned up.”

“Oh—thank you.”

The two of you stayed in the close proximity you were in. Unable to pull yourselves apart from one another, neither of you searing to look away from the other’s gaze.

His presence, no…. His entire being was so addictive to you. Not even 24 hours knowing him and he warped all your senses. You were utterly sucked in.

You wanted to kiss him, not caring how forward it was. You had to. You couldn’t deny the feeling building up inside you as you continued to look in his eyes. And you could tell from the way his eyes were locked on your face, and the way his hands tightened on their hold of your thighs…. Perhaps he felt the same.

Unlike anything you had ever done before. You leaned forward, crashing your lips to his.

It was like heaven opened up around you. Literally. As Eddie melted away into the kiss, you had the whole world slip away. Clouds of once foggy memories played through your mind. Flashing green and red lights, screams and monsters howling. It wasn’t what you expected to be focussing on during your first kiss; but the more you kissed him, the more you remembered.

The memories overpowered you, causing your already tearful eyes to cry profoundly. Eddie felt the tears against his skin and he was worried, worried that it was too soon to be kissing you.

He had to force himself to pull back from you, “Angel— are you okay?”

You didn’t respond, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close again. Kissing him with full force. You remembered everything. You were safe, Eddie was safe…. And right now, you wanted to kiss him for as long as possible.

It was only until you needed air did you part from him. Leaning your forehead against his, you looked at him like it was the first time. Your hands running all along his face.

“I told you it’ll work.” You whispered.

He could see the change in your eyes, the slight change that signified you were back. It was you, inside and out.

“Y/n?” He said, this time it was his turn for emotion to break his voice.

“It’s me.” You said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “It’s me, Eddie.”

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This is it! Reader finally has her memories back and we have 1 chapter left! Also, I write this on my death bed, coughing and fever, so if you see any errors, DM me or pretend you saw nothing.

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