#Can i just say i WISH we had gotten the table reaction

[quillfulwhimsyverse]

The Act of Faking

Word count: 7,2k

Summary: George is not talking to Fred, and the only way Fred thinks this can be salvageable by faking a relationship with you. Or when you hear his request - faking him having feelings for you.

Warnings: Angst towards the end.

A/N: I am literally going to kill myself. I had a plan for this to be the perfect slowed paced slow burn, were relationship builds slowly and beautifully but then I just ran out of ideas and this is what happened. And to remind you - English is not my first language so most of the times I just stared at the page trying to come up with different descriptions rather than using the ones everybody knows by heart. So I am sorry. Please enjoy.

P.S I am very sad that I found out about the "5 Acts of Play " stature at the end of writing this one-shot. I could've used it to make the story more interesting. But oh fucking well… _______________________________

One thing that everybody in Hogwarts knew, - the Weasley twins were always together. One never went anywhere without another. They also never had any serious arguments, only slight disagreements that seemed to be forgotten pretty soon after.  

That was why you currently frowned looking at the door. Fred came into the Great Hall looking tired, confused and disappointed to say the least. You closed your book, your interest peaking. He only looked like that when he'd gotten himself into detention that overlaps with Quidditch practice. 

‘So what happened to you?’ you asked as Fred moved to sit in front of you at the Gryffindor table. He looked really upset. ‘Prank gone wrong?’

‘No, I wish tho.’ He sighed. ‘It’s George. I haven’t had a single conversation with him for what seems like days.’ 

‘You never fight.’ you mentioned, as Fred was taking a gulp of juice from your glass. 

"We haven’t gotten into a fight, Y/N, he just dumbly avoids me. When I try to talk to him, he mumbles something about guilt trips and at the next moment he’s gone.’ He started fidgeting with his wand. 

‘How come? Why would he “guilt trip”?’

“Well our dear best friend, Geroge,” Fred mumbled irritably, for a moment you thought he might snap, “had gotten himself a girlfriend, bet you didn’t know that, right?” you only nodded. “Well apparently nobody knew, including me.”

“Yeah…” you bit your lip. “I still don’t see what the problem is.”

“I will tell you what the problem is… The problem is that I accidentally caught him snogging Angelina off in the Quidditch pitch.” You looked at him trying not to show too much emotion. “That wanker wanted to keep it a secret, because he thought I might get hurt.”

“Well, I kinda understand why he kept it a secret.” You waited for his reaction, but he only looked at you blankly, waiting for you to continue. “Weren’t you, like, in love with her a couple of years ago?”

“Yeah, so?” he shook his head. “ I was, that’s the point, Y/N. Was. I am not. Not anymore. I wouldn’t care if they got married tomorrow.” He rested his head in his hands, slowly massaging his forehead. 

“Have you told him this?” 

“Yeah… Like a dozen bloody times. He doesn’t believe me, though. Says “I am only saying this to make him feel better.” How many times, do ya reckon, I would have to repeat this to make him believe it?”  

“Hmmm..” you thought for a second. “Just give him a bit of time, maybe that will solve something?” you suggested. 

“Just give him time…” he repeated your words to you. “How do you assume I should do that? With the Christmas holiday upcoming? Although, I think he would rather spend the whole time with the gnomes instead of me in the same room.” 

You stayed silent for a moment. Now that you have thought about it, you haven’t seen George for a couple of days too. 

“But.” Fred lifted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.” I have a little plan.” He quickly reached for his bag and pulled a letter out of it. “ This morning I got a letter from my mother, about my bad behavior in class and yada yada yada, but she did mention inviting you to stay over during holidays. And this, dear Y/N, sparked a thought in me.” 

You shifted uncomfortably on the bench. 

“You and I,” he pointed towards you and then towards himself. “We are going to fake being in a relationship. Over your stay at The Burrow.”

“Fred.” you snapped quickly. “You’re crazy.” 

“Why? I mean, it’s a good plan. Angelina will be going home during holidays, and George will be forced to be with his family instead, and we’re going to pull a little show for him, just enough, so he would drop this stupid avoidance game he is playing.” 

You frowned at your best friend. 

“You have a perfect opportunity to talk to him during the holidays and you want to spend it playing a pretend game?” you ask him as he nods. “Yeah, well there is a slight problem in your plan. We have never ever acted romantically towards each other, and George isn’t so stupid, he won’t believe it. He spent so much time with both of us together, so he will notice that there’s just no spark, or whatever.” 

“That is exactly where you are going to help me,” he stated. “Your mother is muggle, right? You mentioned once that she is really into those romantic books muggle people read? What do you call them? Noveelies?” 

“Novels, Fred.” 

“Yeah, whatever, not the point. You said you were into them when you were younger. So what I’m trying to say is that you will help me put this act together, so it looks convincing.”

You look agape at him. 

“You’ve thought this through, haven’t you?”

“I had too much time on my hands with my brother successfully avoiding me, I’ve even opened the Transfiguration book a couple of times out of boredom. Closed it pretty soon after, it was even more boring than doing absolutely nothing.” 

“Still, Fred, no. It’s your whole family that will notice this as well and I don’t want to lie to Molly. And anyways, how would explain the sudden break up after the Holidays. And… Oh my god… Ron and Ginny will literally tease me to death. This is a really stupid plan, Fred, no one is going to believe it anyway. Just think of something else, I dunno, talk to Angie and make her help you out or something.”

“How am I supposed to talk to Angelina when she is almost always with George nowadays? I knew you would think the plan is stupid, but look - you are my best friend, right? I know you inside out, it would be much easier to pretend we’re in love.”

You look skeptically at him. You wanted to help him, you really did, but this plan was bound to fail one way or another. You very well knew how he flirts and acts with other girls, the last thing you wanted - to accidentally fall for him for his stupid act. 

“No.” You started packing your book into your bag, not looking at him.

“Then at least let me act as if I had fallen for you, you won’t have to do anything, just help me out to put the act together, so it looks convincing enough for George, c’mon, Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” You let your eyelids fall a little more over your eyes while he speaks. “It’s either this or I am going to do something even more stupid.” 

You let your head lull back.

“Alright.” you sight. “But.” You quickly state. “Embarrass me, Weasley, and you will have two people not talking to you.” He rolls his eyes and then determinedly looks at you. 

“Okay, so how am I supposed to pull this off?” You look at him in frustration. “What? I need step by step guidance.”

“I am gonna tell you this once. You miss it, I won’t repeat it. It is extremely stupid and why do I even… Aren’t you like a huge flirt and tease? Why would I need to teach you how…” He gave you a warning look and you shut yourself up real quick. “Oh, for Merlin's sake, okay.” 

He nodded. You gave yourself a moment to think it through, and he let you, keeping everything he wanted to say to himself. 

“Because this will be coming from literally nowhere, you must be really subtle at first.” He opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him. “ I know, you don’t know how to be subtle, so just gaze at me from time to time during the dinner or whenever you’ll be sure George notices.” 

“So all I have to do is just look at you from time to time?”

“No, you muppet. I called it a gaze for a reason. You know? Staring at someone you find admiring?” He slightly shook his head, his ginger hair falling over his brown eyes. “Or just someone you find unbelievably pretty?” He still looked at you a bit dumbfounded. “Fred, you do it when you think about Quidditch and pranks.” He smirked, red tinting his cheeks. 

“Okay, loverrr…” you deliberately said the last word as slowly as possible, teasing him intentionally, hoping he might have a change of heart and call this plan off.  “We will call this “Act Number One.” In case you fail convincing George with this one, we will move on to the “Act Number Two.” Where you will seek close proximity.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Step over the line with this one, Fred, and I will hex you.” 

He raises his hand into the air. “Whatever you’ll say, Ma’am.” 

“You will have to be subtle with this too. Otherwise it will just be whatever you do here, in Hogwarts on a daily basis. Try to sit next to me when the dinner is ready, try and fix my hair slightly or something, you will figure it out as you go.Then there is gonna be “Act Number Three”, I believe, you will need no assistance on this one - teasing. No comment on this one. I think this should do the job.”  You look at him blankly, something about this makes you irritated and anxious. 

“And what if after all of this, he still won’t be on no speaking terms with me?” 

“Then an actor's career won't be suitable for you.” 

Act Nr. 1

Your stay at The Burrow began shortly after the plan was devised. You had urged Fred to attempt a conversation with George before enacting the plan, and in the presence of Molly and Arthur, all appeared well between the brothers, they even shared a joke about Ron’s owl Gigwidgeon. However, once left alone, their relationship reverted to its former state. And you knew that it was a matter of hours before Freds attempt at Act One.

And indeed, your prediction proved accurate. The scene unfolded during dinner, just as you had anticipated. While engaged in conversation with Ginny, who sat to your right, Arthur kindly addressed you, prompting you to look left, up at him.

“Y/N, Fred shared the fact that your mother is a muggle,” you nodded looking at him. “How fascinating.” Arthur remarked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I recently got a hold on this little thing..” he reached for his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “What exactly is this?” He held it with the tips of his thumb and forefinger as if it was a little wand. “I’ve seen it ignite flames. Is it some sort of muggle magic wand, huh?”

You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur's question, but your attention soon shifted to Molly, who cast her husband a warning glance. Unbeknownst to you, Fred's focus shifted to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he observed the interaction. 

“Not quite, Mr. Weasley,” you replied with a smile. “It's called a cigarette. It contains an addictive substance called nicotine, which people often smoke to alleviate stress or tension.”

“Really, Dad,” Bill interjected with a laugh, “Mum will be reaching for one of those every time you mention something from the Muggle world at the dinner table.”

Suddenly, Fred erupted into laughter, his eyes dancing with amusement as he directed his gaze towards you. “Well, would you look at that,” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone at the table, yet his eyes were locked on you. “Our dear Y/N, the epitome of innocence, enlightening our dear old Dad about the vices of the Muggle realm.”

You shook slightly, your eyes widening a bit. What was he doing? But he only laughed at your widened eyes, the mischievous glint in his eyes indicating that he was teasing you, trying to uplift the mood at the table.

As the Weasleys' laughter filled the room, you felt a warmth spread through you, despite the slight embarrassment of being the center of attention. 

Ginny shot Fred a knowing look, her lips curling into a smirk. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves a bit too much," she teased, earning another round of laughter from the group.

Fred caught your confused look as you were about to mouth him to watch what he’s doing, but he only winked at you. 

After the dinner you jumped quickly on your legs to help Molly. When you went to roll up your sleeves to wash the dishes, Molly quickly stopped you with a light touch and smiled kindly. “Honey, the magic will take care of that, go ahead and rest on the couch with everybody.” She rushed you to the living room. 

You turned back to look at the rest of the family: Arthur was explaining to Bill about some corruption that involved the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts Wizarding Bank; Ron and George were playing the wizards chess on the floor and by the look on George's face - Ron was winning. Ginny picked up a plate of cookies, murmuring that these were Percy’s favorite, so she had to offer some of him, so he wouldn’t starve himself to death with whatever he was doing as an exemplary Head Boy; and Fred seemed nowhere to be found. 

You turned back to Molly. “My mother always said that magic was too precious to use it on simple daily tasks, that could simply be managed by humans.” She smiled gently at you and her eyes lifted a bit from your eyes. 

At that exact moment you felt a heavy chins presence on your right shoulder. You turned your head towards it to see Fred's untidy red hair that was brushing your cheek slightly.

"Fred," you greeted softly, turning your head to meet his gaze.

His brown eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned down at you. 

"Hey there," he whispered, his voice low and intimate despite the bustling room around you.

A sense of ease washed over you in his company, a feeling you'd grown accustomed to over the years of friendship. 

"Thought I'd join the party," he quipped, his breath warm against your ear.

“Go rest, you two,” Molly interrupted, “while I go and see where to lay you, Y/N. I hope you sharing a room with Ginny would be alright.” 

“It’s perfectly fine. Thank you, Molly.” 

Fred feigned a dramatic sigh, before nudging you gently towards the living room. 

“You are not following the plan, Fred, you ran over all of the acts in one day.” you scolded him, but he laughed loudly. 

“Y/N, darling, when was I ever following the rules?” 

Act Nr. 2

For a couple of days, the plan appeared to be on hold. The Weasley children found themselves occupied with various tasks around The Burrow, and you willingly lent a hand wherever needed.

Whether it was assisting Molly with preparing meals in the bustling kitchen, helping Arthur mend a fence in the ramshackle backyard, or joining Ron and Ginny in tending to the garden, you immersed yourself in the daily rhythm of life at The Burrow. Once or twice you caught Fred gazing at you while he took a little break to drink some water or just to catch a breath. 

However after the evening to a hold on the house and everybody seemed to be resting, gathered in the cozy living room of The Burrow, Fred subtly initiated Act Nr. 2 of the plan. With George engrossed in a conversation with Ron about Quidditch tactics, Fred seized the opportunity to position himself strategically closer to you on the worn-out couch.

With a casual yet deliberate movement, he shifted slightly, allowing his arm to brush against yours. You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in silent amusement at his subtle maneuver. His response was a barely perceptible smirk, a silent acknowledgment of his progress in the plan. 

Every now and then, he would lean in slightly, as if to share a secret or a whispered joke, his breath tickling your ear. Each time, you couldn't help but smile at his playful antics, a silent agreement between you to maintain the facade of blossoming feelings.

Just then, George's voice cut through the jovial atmosphere, interrupting the conversation about Quidditch tactics. "Oi, Fred," he called out, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief. "You're looking a bit too comfortable there, mate. Planning on falling asleep, are you?"

Fred's smirk widened, as if he had anticipated this exchange beforehand. He shot a playful glance at George, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Can't blame a bloke for seeking a bit of comfort, can you?" he retorted, his tone light-hearted.

George chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "Well, just don't go drooling on her shoulder, mate," he teased, earning a round of laughter from the others in the room.

You couldn't help but join in the laughter, though you felt a slight flush creeping up your cheeks at the playful banter. Fred's proximity and the teasing exchange sent a pleasant warmth coursing through you, despite the teasing scrutiny of the Weasley twins.

Although, ironically, as the evening wore on, the warmth of the fire and the gentle hum of conversation lulled you into a comfortable state of relaxation. Despite your best efforts to stay alert and engaged in the lively discussion, the cozy ambiance of The Burrow proved too inviting, and you found your eyelids growing heavy.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred noticed the subtle droop of your head as you began to nod off, a small smile playing on his lips at the sight. He leaned closer, discreetly adjusting his position to offer you more support, ensuring you were comfortable.

Meanwhile, George shot Fred a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he observed your gradual descent into sleep. "Looks like someone's had a long day," he remarked sotto voce, his tone filled with gentle jest.

Fred nodded in agreement, his gaze softening as he watched you drift off into slumber, a sense of warmth and protectiveness washing over him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for you, his best friend, as he silently vowed to ensure you rested undisturbed for the remainder of the evening. 

That was how Act Number two acted out. 

Act Nr. 3?

You were seated on the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in your hands, lost in thought as you gazed out the window. You sent Molly off from the kitchen.

Outside, Molly stood with her hands on her hips, a hint of exasperation evident in her flushed face. Before her, Ginny, George and Bill exchanged mischievous grins, their laughter ringing out like bells in the crisp winter air.

“Are you two crazy? No scarves, no hats on. You are going to get sick.” She urged her children to get back in and dress properly for the weather. 

In a moment of playful rebellion, George scooped up a handful of snow and molded it into a perfectly packed snowball. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he took aim and let it fly, intending to playfully tease his mother.

But fate had other plans.

In a twist of irony, just as Molly turned to face her son, the snowball found its mark, striking her squarely in the face with an unexpected impact. Time froze for a moment, the air thick with disbelief, before erupting into uproarious laughter, Molly's angry face told them enough and they all turned to get back inside. 

“Had a good night's sleep, Y/n?” George's voice rang out as he entered through the door, his laughter trailing behind him like a mischievous echo. He shook his hair, sending a flurry of snow cascading onto the floor, much to Molly's disapproval.

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you slid off from the table, reaching for the teapot and mugs to distract yourself. "Alright," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, though your embarrassment spoke volumes.

"Only alright? I thought Fred tucked you in quite nicely." George's laughter filled the room, rich and hearty, as he winked at you. His playful jab struck a nerve, eliciting a mixture of amusement and discomfort. You turned away, feeling the weight of his teasing words lingering in the air, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you.

As soon as they all settled down to enjoy a cup of tea, you seized the opportunity to slip away, making a beeline for Fred's whereabouts. But as you ascended up the stairs, he was going down, so you practically ran into each other.

"Oh, good," you exhaled, relief flooding through you at the sight of him. "I was looking for you."

Fred's smirk widened as he halted on the step above  you, closing the distance between you almost imperceptibly. "Slept well?" he inquired, his tone laced with amusement.

Your brow furrowed slightly as you struggled to articulate your thoughts, the urgency to convey your concerns  before the family downstairs didn’t get any ideas as to why you were standing on the stairs a moment too long. "Yeah, look," you began, your words tumbling out in a rush. "Why won’t you give this plan a little break? You seem to be talking again with George, and with the plan advancing at this pace, soon enough everybody will be asking about the relationship that doesn't exist."

"Darling, breathe," Fred intervened, his hands gently finding purchase on your shoulders as he chuckled. "You only fell asleep on me, so what? You’ve done this a million times in the common room, what’s the difference? But if you want to give it a breather, it’s fine too," he reassured, his expression softening with understanding.

However, instead of finding solace in his words, you recoiled slightly, evading his touch as you took a step back. His hands fell away from your shoulders, hanging awkwardly in the space between you as you sidestepped past him, eager to retreat to the safety of Ginny and your shared bedroom. 

Fred's brow furrowed in concern as he watched you retreat, a pang of unease tugging at his heart. He hadn't anticipated that his attempt to reassure you would only seem to exacerbate your anxiety. For a fleeting moment, he considered reaching out to you again, wanting to offer further comfort, but he held back, sensing that you needed space.

Meanwhile, you hurriedly made your way to the bedroom you shared with Ginny, seeking refuge from the whirlwind of emotions that had been stirred up by your encounter with Fred. Once inside the familiar space, you sat on your bed burying your face in your hands, closing your eyes briefly as you attempted to steady your breathing.

You have indeed fallen asleep on each of the twins at least ten twenty times during your years at Hogwarts. And not once has the teasing afterwards bother you, but something about today sent you reeling. You were blushing madly and wished that that would stop. Maybe the whole plan you helped to build, was turning against you, and each, and every time Fred paid attention to you, finally started playing with your head. 

You promised yourself to be a little more careful after that. 

Act Nr. 4 - the improvised part. 

The same night, you were roused from sleep by a gentle hand shaking your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, you up?” Fred's voice, soft and filled with excitement, whispered through the darkness as he continued to shake you awake.

You groaned in annoyance, feeling disoriented from being pulled out of sleep. “What is it?” you muttered, your voice tinged with irritation.

“Remember that star we told you about? The one me and George discovered last summer?” Fred's tone was eager, like a child on Christmas morning, and you realized where this was headed.

“Yeah,” you replied, still half-asleep and struggling to grasp why he was waking you up in the middle of the night for a star.

“Well, come on. I found it again,” he urged, his excitement palpable even in the dim light of the room.

You hesitated, feeling reluctant to leave the warmth of your bed for a star. “Why would you wake me up for a star, Fred? It's just a star,” you grumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

But Fred was undeterred, his enthusiasm contagious as he handed you a pair of special goggles and gently grasped your wrist, guiding you outside into the chilly night air.

“Put these on and look straight up from where you're standing,” he instructed, his grip firm yet gentle as he positioned you in the right spot.

With a sigh, you relented, slipping the enchanted goggles over your eyes and following Fred's guidance. As you gazed upward, your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.

The darkness of the night sky was transformed into a mesmerizing display of swirling colors, reminiscent of oil puddles reflecting light from muggle cars. It reminded you of the evening sky as the sun finally starts to set, bringing out the most vivid colors. The bright colors danced and twirled around in the  star and all around it, creating an ethereal display that seemed to defy explanation. Shades of deep indigo melted into vibrant hues of sapphire and emerald, while streaks of crimson and gold streaked across the dark sky.

“Pretty, ain’t it?” asked Fred while you watched the view in silence. You took the goggles off and looked up again, seeing only small, little stars shining above you. “Well the other ones do not look that extraordinary, but somehow that one does. And it comes up like three  or four times a year. It’s a miracle it came up over your stay here.” 

You turned to look at him. “It's really beautiful, Fred. I’m glad you woke me up.” 

He gently stroked your arms to make you a little bit warmer as you continued to shake due to the cold of the winter's night. 

When Fred retrieved back into his room, he smiled like a dumbass. When you got back inside you asked him if he had named that star and with a gentle smile he asked you to come up with a name for it. 

“Where have you been?” Apparently George wasn’t asleep when Fred got back, and curiosity won over George.  

“Out.” 

“You showed her the star, didn’t you?” George chuckled slightly when his brother removed his clothing and fell backwards into his bed. “I noticed it appeared again yesterday.”

“I might have done that, yes.” Fred admitted with a sheepish grin.

George laughed. “Told her what you named it?” 

“No, that would’ve been a bit embarrassing.” 

George laughed loudly but then quickly stopped, before waking the whole house up. “You're  hopeless, man. But I am happy for you.” 

Fred quickly turned his head to look at his brother, even though through the dark he could only make out his silhouette. “So? Are you back on speaking terms with me?” 

“Yeah, mate,” George chuckled, “I realized I was being dumb.”

Fred was happy. He genuinely was, but something about coming back to terms with his brother stopped him from feeling completely pleased with the situation. 

Act Nr. 5

Act 5 unfolded on a brisk afternoon a couple of days later. The sun was casting long shadows across the snow-dusted grounds of The Burrow. The Weasleys were involved in their own activities. You specifically were interested in another bewitched muggle artifact Arthur promptly told you about, then he went on reading the letter from the Ministry again, completely forgetting about telling you anything afterwards.  So you sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in a book. As you finally coughed up to where you left off, Fred entered the room with a lopsided grin.

"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice warm and inviting.

You glanced up from your book, offering him a small smile in return. "Hey, Fred. What's up?"

"I was thinking," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with excitement, "why don't we take a walk outside? It's a perfect day for it."

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "A walk? Now?"

Fred nodded eagerly. "Yeah, come on. It'll be fun. We can explore the woods behind The Burrow. I heard there's a hidden clearing with the most amazing view."

Despite your initial skepticism, you found yourself unable to resist Fred's infectious enthusiasm. With a shrug, you closed your book and rose from the table. "Alright, why not? Lead the way."

As you ventured into the woods together, Fred regaled you with stories and anecdotes, his laughter echoing through the trees. With each step, you felt yourself relaxing in his company.

Eventually, you reached the hidden clearing Fred had mentioned, and you couldn't help but gasp in awe at the breathtaking view before you. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the landscape, while a gentle breeze whispered through the trees.

"It's beautiful," you murmured, your eyes scanning the scenery.

Fred grinned, his gaze fixed on you. "Not as beautiful as you," he replied softly.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat at his words. But before you could respond, George's voice rang out from behind you.

"Hey, lovebirds!" he called, his tone teasing. "What are you two up to?"

Your confusion turned to disappointment as you realized that Fred's affectionate words were likely just another one of his improvised acts. With a forced smile, you turned to face your friend, masking your disappointment behind a facade of nonchalance.

"Just enjoying the view," you replied, your voice lacking its usual warmth.”Care to join?”

As George joined you in the clearing, the moment between you and Fred faded into the background, leaving you grappling with the lingering sting of disappointment and confusion.

As the days passed quickly in The Burrow, the atmosphere seemed to settle into a familiar rhythm, apart from that, the twins seemed to get back into their close relationship, which made you extremely happy. 

Once or twice Fred would act out your made up plan and gaze at you during the day at dinner or whenever you were near each other. You, of course, didn’t expect anything more than that, understanding that now the two brothers were back to their old selves and your interactions with Fred were purely out of keeping the act just for George. But that did not change the fact that the shift happened within you. You spend more and more time thinking how everything will play out in the end when you get back to Hogwarts. How you will be sitting there, in the common room, pretending not to notice how Fred flirts with other girls and then returns to you to boast about it. This held a tight grip over your heart, making your chest feel heavy. 

There you were, sitting on the couch, watching Ron make the wrong move and lose his bishop in the process, Ginny bobbing her head happily whilst laying on the ground.  

“George just now told me that you don’t know how to play chess,” Fred sat down next to you, accidentally knocking several chess figures of the ground. 

“OIII!” Ron shouted. “Watch what you’re doing.” 

“Sorry, mate.” Fred laughed and dramatically reached for the queen on the ground and put it back on board in the wrong spot. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You turned to him, shifting back from your thoughts to reality. 

Fred raised his eyebrow and laughed. “What were you thinking so deeply about? Me?” he teased and you felt his hand reach for your own. As he tried to intervene your fingers together you quickly pulled your arm away from him and stood up. No matter how angry this made you, you tried not to give it away.  You felt sickened to your stomach. The action was small. But for some reason it was enough for you. This went too far, the act he was doing and suddenly there was no going back, everything went from too early to too late to stop this stupid lie, and the only thing you dreaded for - happened. It was your own fault, you agreed to this.

“Just remembered, I haven’t reached out for my parents for a while now,” you mumbled and left the room to actually write to your parents and ask if you could get back home from The Burrow earlier than planned. 

The Finale 

You were folding your clothes and putting them back in your trunk, while Ginny watched you from her bed. 

“Did they really ask you to go back home?” She asked once again in disbelief. You nodded. “They always let you stay as long as you want.”

“Yeah, I guess something happened back home.” You lied without looking back up at her. 

“Did you tell Fred? That you’re going back home?” She sat up, while you stopped packing and thought for a moment whether you should tell her the truth. “You haven’t,” she said, quite shocked. “Why? The boy’s going to go mad.” 

“I really don’t think so,” you mumbled.

“But he will tho,” spoke George standing in between the door, his arms crossed on his chest, he looked disappointed. 

You paused, feeling the weight of George's words sinking in. Despite your efforts to convince yourself otherwise, deep down, you knew he was right. Fred would indeed be affected by your departure, you were his best friend, nevertheless. 

Ginny shot her twin a sympathetic glance before turning back to you. "He's right, you know. Fred may not show it, but he'll definitely be upset."

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt gnawing at your conscience. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. "But I need to sort things out back home."

“No, you don’t.” Said George again firmly. He looked quite mad now. “Considering the fact that it was you, who asked your parents to go back home early, not the other way around.”

“Uhmm… How do you?...” You stammered, caught off guard by George's accusation. His words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and disbelief.

Ginny's expression softened, her eyes filled with concern as she glanced between you and George. "George, calm down," she interjected gently, trying to diffuse the tension that crackled in the room.

But George remained undeterred, his gaze fixed firmly on you. "How do I know?" he repeated, his voice low and intense. "Because you accidentally used the quill we use for pranks. It creates two messages as it writes, one to your recipient, second to its owner,  and that would be me and Fred, only I got the hold of the message first.”

You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed. 

“Then,” George continued, “I assumed Fred had done something stupid once again and pressed him until he told me everything, And when I say everything, I mean it. Merlin's beard, Y/N, I thought Fred was daft, but turns out this friendship with us made you daft too.”

“Ummmm?” Ginny interrupted. “Mind to elaborate a little bit?” 

Ginny's interruption brought a momentary pause to the tense atmosphere in the room. George sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words.

"Well," he began, glancing at you briefly before continuing, "apparently our dear Y/N here concocted a plan to get Fred and me talking again. She thought we needed a little nudge to mend our relationship, so she came up with this whole scheme of them faking a relationship."

Ginny's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You did what?" she exclaimed, turning to you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity.

“First of all,” you raised your finger angrily at George, “ it wasn’t my idea, Fred came up with it. Secondly, it wasn’t a fake relationship,” you said angrily, “it was for you to believe he had feelings for me so you would drop your stupid not talking to Fred phase, because you thought he was still in love with your girlfriend. So in the end, who is to blame?” you asked him. 

Ginny looked from you to George. She was sitting dumbfounded, and if it wasn’t for the angry looks on your and George's faces, she would’ve started laughing. 

“Okay, it was stupid, I agree with you,” George mumbled. “But you're as thick as it gets, Y/N.”

“Why am I the thick one?” 

“Because you actually thought Fred would fake having feelings for you,” these words from George stung like a slap in the face, the truth of them hitting you harder than you anticipated. You felt a surge of embarrassment and hurt wash over you, realizing how naively you had fallen for Fred's act. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Even Ginny’s mouth fell open. 

“George…” she murmured silently. 

“What? Wasn’t he like in love with her for a couple of years?” He said angrily. “And then you,” he pointed towards you, “went on and let him continue this charade and now because you can’t take it anymore, you’re leaving. Of course this is going to upset him.”

You tried to say something, you really tried, but words just did not form inside your head. 

Thank the spirits, cause it was Ginny who spoke after. “No, George, wait. I don’t think she knew.” 

You met Ginny's eyes, grateful for her unwavering support in this moment of turmoil. 

“I… I didn’t know,” you finally managed to utter, your voice barely above a whisper, but each word weighed heavy with sincerity. “I didn’t realize... I thought...” Your voice trailed off, the words catching in your throat as you struggled to articulate the whirlwind of emotions that churned within you. “I genuinely thought that he was doing it for you. I was leaving because I didn’t want to…” the words died out from your mouth and you didn’t finish your sentence. 

“I didn’t want to end up hurt afterwards. I assumed he only saw me as his best friend and the act would die out eventually when we got back to Hogwarts.” 

The snort from George interrupted the silence that followed after your sentence. “You and Fred must be two of the dumbest people I know. Y/N, he named a star after you, you were more than his best friend for a while now.” 

“Oi, mate, not nice to throw me under the bus like that,”  Fred quipped, entering the room with a lopsided grin.

You turned to him, quite in shock. 

“And I think this is our cue to leave,” said Ginny gently, sending a wink to you and grabbing George by his forearm to lead him out of the room. 

“Complete idiots,” George managed to yell whilst leaving. 

Fred chuckled, stepping closer to you. "Ignore him, love. He's just jealous because he hasn't named a star after anyone yet."

“I am extremely confused, Fred.” 

Fred's grin softened into a gentle smile as he reached out to take your hand in his and intervene your fingers together. He smiled as you let him. "I know, Y/N. It's been a bit of a mess, hasn't it?"

You nodded, still trying to process everything that had unfolded.

"I promise to explain everything properly," Fred reassured you, his eyes earnest and sincere. 

Fred took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain. "Okay, so... I know this whole situation might seem incredibly confusing, but there are a few things you need to know." He paused, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding before continuing.

"Firstly, yes, I did come up with the plan to pretend to have feelings for you, but it wasn't just to mend things between George and me. It was also because..." He hesitated, his expression turning earnest. "Well, because I actually thought I might kill two birds with one stone.”

Confusion flickered across your face as you processed his words. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Fred took a deep breath, steeling himself before he continued. "I mean, yes, the initial idea was to help George and me patch things up by making him think I had feelings for you. But... it was also a way for me to... explore my own feelings for you."

Your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in. "You mean... you actually do have feelings for me?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Fred nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "Yeah, I do. I've liked you for a while now, Y/N. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Emotions swirled inside you, a mixture of disbelief, confusion, and a flicker of hope. "But... why didn't you just tell me?" you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.

Fred sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was scared, Y/N. Before our friendship even began, you seemed to be annoyed everytime I approached you. I am not even going to mention the looks you gave me when I tried to flirt with you. Then I dropped it, I thought you weren’t interested and it proved me right, cause quickly after you joined our trio. (A/N: We can not forget our Lee.)”

“I thought you saw me as one of these girls you always flirt with, I thought you were being a tease for your own entertainment.” 

Fred's expression softened as he listened to your words, a tinge of regret coloring his features. "Y/N, I understand why you might have thought that. And I'm sorry if I ever gave you that impression.”

“But why did George think you were still into Angelina?” 

“Because before you came into the picture I kinda liked her. And we got along pretty well, I just did not realize at the time she was being extra friendly with me, cause she liked George. Then you came along and my feelings changed. I mentioned them to George once or twice and then dropped it. Didn’t want to annoy him, didn’t want to hear him tease me when you joined our friend group. When he fell for Angelina, he must’ve overthought everything. But he kinda put everything together after I returned to our room after I showed you your star.” He raised his free hand and gently tucked your stray strand of hair over your ear, and then pressed his hand over your cheek, to which you leaned in. 

“Pretty soon after you arrived, you fell asleep on me, literally in front of everybody,” you closed your eyes in embarrassment as he spoke, he started softly caressing your cheek, “I thought you finally started to catch on, but you asked me to put the plan on hold, and I genuinely got scared I was pushing you away with the way I acted.” 

“I am so sorry for not catching on sooner, for avoiding you…” you tried to explain yourself, but Fred interrupted you. 

Fred shook his head, his expression tender. "No apologies necessary, Y/N. You did what I asked you. I hope you will now understand that everything was sincere.” 

You closed your eyes again and as lovingly as possible said, “And I hope you will understand that I sincerely fell for you.”

He laughed as he leaned in closer, “I got that while you were having a little chit chat with my brother, otherwise it would’ve been me who stayed over with the gnomes.” He looked deeply into your eyes as if asking if it was alright, you slightly nodded, so he closed that little space that was left between you and kissed you. 

#fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x you #fake relationship #slow burn #harry potter #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley one-shot #fred x reader #fred

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Melissa/reader

Ava is reader’s best friend and accidentally slips that reader likes Melissa because she thinks reader already confessed

A little short, but hopefully sweet! And hopefully what you hoped it might be!

~*~

“You gonna treat my girl right?”

Melissa turns at the non sequitur, finding Ava standing staring at her, hands on hips.  “What?”

“Y/N, your date?” says Ava like she should know exactly what she’s talking about.

Unfortunately, her words only serve to confuse the red head further.  “What?”

The Principal rolls her eyes.  “She said you two were going to dinner on Friday?”

“Yeah,” replies, Melissa, slowly, a frown still painting her features.  “We are.  We’re trying the new Korean barbeque joint.  I’ve been wanting to try it for weeks but Barb was keen, so…”

“Oh,” says Ava, eyebrows raised.  “So she didn’t ask you? Didn't say anything?”

“No…”

The taller woman nods, now quite sure she’s just put her foot rather firmly in it.  “Well, you’re just gonna forget I said anything!” she says quickly, trying to step around the red head and make a break for it. 

“Like hell I am!” hisses Melissa, catching the taller woman by the arm.  “What do you mean my 'date’?”

With a dramatic eye roll, Ava sighs.  “I already started diggin’, may as well get out the excavator.  You didn’t hear it from me but that itty bitty little lesbian is in love with you.  Got a picture of you both as the background on her phone and everything.”

Melissa frowns.  “What's that supposed to mean? I got a picture of me and Barb on mine.”

“And I ain’t judging either of you for that,” says Ava, ignoring the face the red head pulls.  “All I’m sayin’…” she trails off with a sigh.  “I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but just…be gentle with her, okay?  She got it bad for you Schemmenti.”

This time Ava does manage to make her escape, leaving a speechless Melissa in her wake.

*

You’re too busy letting your eyes roam around the restaurant, taking in the sights and smells to realise that Melissa has finished giving the server your order and is now staring at you across the table.

“Something you wanna tell me?” she asks finally, bringing you eyes back to her.

“I don’t think so,” you reply, frowning.  You had spoken to her before you had left school only a couple of hours before.  Nothing exciting had happened since. 

“You mean I got all dressed up and this isn’t even a date?” she asks with a smirk.

Shit.  You wish you were better at hiding your reaction but you know you’re sitting like a rabbit in the headlights.  You’re not sure if Melissa is joking or serious.  Over the last semester, you’ve gotten to be able to read her quite well, but you’re not sure whether it’s the shock or your anxiety that has you spinning.  How does she know?

You know you’ve been in love with her for months now, but she doesn’t know what.  You’ve been very pleased with how well you’ve hidden it.  Or at least, you thought you had.  Then it hits you.  Melissa might not know, but there’s one person who does: Ava.  “I’m gonna kill her,” you hiss, making a grab for your phone where it sits on the table. 

Melissa grabs your hand before you can reach for it.  “Did you really want this to be date?” 

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, your words caught in your throat.  You’re terrified to answer.  To scare her away.  To lose her entirely. 

She releases your hand, tapping your phone screen, making it light up.  It’s a picture of the two of you, taken weeks before at sports bar where Melissa had been once again trying to explain the rules of football to you in between shouting at the game.  She was sporting a winning smile thanks to the Eagles and you…well you were smiling at Melissa. 

“Don’t look too bad together, do we?”

You look up at her words.  There is no teasing in her tone, and her smile, when you see it, is soft, encouraging.  You draw in a shuddering breath.  You maybe haven’t ruined things after all.  “What if I really did want this to be a date?” you ask, watching as her smile only grows. 

“I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing, kid.”

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader

[ivoncu]

Can I request a Valkyrie x reader(not separate) who is a sensitive person and cries a lot. Thank you!!

— 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 valkyrie

— SYPNOSIS you just wanted to help Shu, but you accidentally made a mistake.

CONTENT fluff, comfort, sensitive reader, GN!reader, can be read romantically or platonically (i hope).

( n ) — note this was disastrous to make since i dont really read that much valkyrie stories so sorry if thegre too ooc!! IM ALSO SORRY ANONNIE THIS IS PROBABLY NOT WHAT YOU WANTED😭

"Dear me, you sure are easy to fluster..." Shu would say, sighing at the sight of you crying at the mere accident. It was an avoidable accident, yet he wasn't shocked that it happened.

You who were so eager on wanting to help him create an outfit. You who didn't listen to his instructions at all and snipped right through it and messed it up altogether.

"S-Shu I did it again..." Your voice was nothing but a husk of whisper as you rest your head on the table dreadfully.

"Hmph, I told you to listen to me, now look where your stubbornness has gotten you. Luckily, it was already a mess to begin with, and—hey, are you seriously crying...?!" He cut himself off to ask you one simple question.

He shouldn't be surprised at this point with how many times you'd cry whenever you make the slightest mistake in your work. He does know how it feels like to not achieve the perfection you want, but your reaction is... Kind of extreme, he supposes?

And you'd also cry over the simplest things too; small, unfortunate events. Like this time you sulked over Shu forgetting to buy you a small keychain souvenir you wanted. He in fact has bought you lots of things from France far more valuable than a simple keychain.

And to think that he's treating you as nice as he could too. He wishes Kagehira was here right now, he's better at comforting others than he is. Speaking of Kagehira, where exactly is he?

Now he has to stress over two people at once...

He hesitated slightly to comfort you, he didn't know what to say or what to do in order to comfort those who are distressed such as yourself. He truly does wishes that Kagehira is here at the moment...

At that very moment, he heard the doorknob being twisted, and soon chimed in a familiar voice—Kagehira!

"Oshi-san~ 'm back! 'N' you won't believe what happened—nngah, why's producer cryin'?!" His cheery tune soon turned into a concerned one once he saw you there, crying with fabrics and sewing tools everywhere on the table.

"Nngah, oshi-san, don't tell me ya bullied them t' the point where they started cryin'!" Mika burst out, suddenly assumed for the worst.

Considering that he's Shu Itsuki and you're crying while being in a room with him in a setting like this all alone, it's only an understatement to assume that.

"Non! Don't be stupid, Kagehira! I didn't say anything nor have I done anything wrong! In fact, it was their fault that my costume's state was worsened." Those words rolled down his tongue before he could realize what he'd just said.

"I know that I'm stupid and worthless and I can't do anything right, but you could've at least sugarcoated it a little..." You muttered all under one breath, a melancholic aura surrounding you as your tears rolls down your face once again.

"No, I—"

"Oshi-san, I'll take care of 'em from 'ere." Mika said, patting Shu's shoulder with a smile on his face. Mika sat down next to you and pats your head.

"There, there. It'll be alright. Just 'cuz ya made one mistake, that doesn't mean we'll leave and abandon ya fer it."

"I know, but I just feel terrible for messing it up... Although Shu said it was a mess to begin with, I thought it was beautiful. I just wanted to help him and I messed it up..."

"I mess up a lot of times too, 'n' Oshi-san still hasn't left me!" Mika said happily. "Yer our producer, y'know? We only had gotten this far all thanks fer yer help! Ya made mistakes along the way—no, we made mistakes along the way, but we're still okay together, aren't we?"

You sniffled, looking up at him with glistering eyes that had stopped crying. Your gaze soon falls over to Shu who did nothing. He was merely there, watching from afar with a monotone expression.

You swear he was smiling slightly, but it was probably just your mind playing tricks with you or something...

You look back to Mika who was smiling gently at you.

"I... Suppose you're right." You muttered.

"Right? 'N' remember that we love ya, producer♪ take it easy on yerself too." He said, soon hugging you.

"Oshi-san, c'mon! Join into the hug too!"

"H-huh?! Non, no way! Why on earth would I hug you two and—"

Before he could continue with his protest, you tugged the hem of his sleeve before pulling him into the group hug.

"You can't run." You said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling yourself closer to him, purring like a cat as you lean onto him.

Mika soon joins in, laughing happily.

Shu wasn't enjoying it in the slightest, but he soon went quiet for a short pause of a period before a smile formed over his frown and joined in the laughter too. Although it's more of a giggle than anything, it's still cute. 

You smiled, looking at these guys with adoration in your eyes.

Oh, how you wish this moment wouldn't end.

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #shu itsuki x reader #mika kagehira x reader #iv of love #esworks

[btsqualityy]

Y.O.U (Years Of Us), Chapter 2: “Gotta do what I gotta do”.

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary: Kamaria gives Jimin an answer to his question. Kamaria and Nari have a conversation that only best friends can have with each other.

Warnings: A passing mention of a drug overdose and mention of rehab.

WC: 2.1K

Author’s Note: The songs mentioned in this series are, of course, real life songs but for the sake of the story, we’re gonna pretend as if they’re not lol! Hope you enjoy it!

Song Of The Chapter: Michael Jackson- You Rock My World

8 YEARS AGO

Once Jimin’s debut solo album, Here I Am, along with the accompanying title track ‘You Rock My World’ that Kamaria had starred in the music video for came out, the response was astronomical. Jimin found himself shattering every record that seemed to exist for a solo artist and Kamaria found herself dealing with the newfound fame of having both a number one film and staring in the music video to a number one song and album at the same time.

As a way of thanking her for her involvement in the music video, Jimin had gotten in touch with Kamaria’s manager, Nari, to invite her out to dinner. 

“Well, well, well,” Kamaria smiled as Jimin breezed through the front doors of Ryunique. “I would’ve been fashionably late too, had I known we were doing that.”

“Sorry,” Jimin apologized sheepishly. “Everything has just been so crazy since the album came out, I’ve barely been able to breathe.”

“I was joking, Jimin,” she laughed and after a beat of silence, Jimin found himself laughing as well. After the owner of Ryunique, Ryujin, showed them to their table, they quickly ordered their food and drinks before falling into casual conversation. 

“So, I invited you out tonight because I wanted to thank you,” Jimin began. “In all the reviews of the music video, people are mentioning how you made it more than just a typical video with your dance skills and your charisma.”

“Well, it was only possible for me to do that because the song is that good,” Kamaria responded.

“And I wanted to thank you for that too,” he added. “For some reason, when you told me that you knew the song and album would be a hit....I believed you and you turned out to be right.”

“Music is in my blood.”

“Speaking of that, I didn’t know that Choi Sora was your mother and that Quincy Jacobs is your father,” Jimin mentioned. “Though now that I’m seeing you again, I want to slap myself because you look just like her.”

“Yeahhh, wish I could say that I haven’t heard that all my life,” Kamaria joked. 

“You don’t like to talk about her?”

“Given the fact that for most people, she’s almost as well known for overdosing as she is for being an icon in Kpop?” She laughed bitterly. “Not really.” An awkward silence fell over the two of them then, Jimin not having expected that reaction from her.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured and Kamaria sighed heavily.

“You don’t have to be sorry, I didn’t mean to snap like that,” she told him. “She’s my mom and I love her dearly but I want to be known for my gift more than just being her daughter.”

“I understand that,” Jimin nodded. “That’s why I chose to do my solo debut now, so that I can establish an identity outside of Bangtan.” 

“You’ve definitely done that,” Kamaria smiled, making Jimin do the same. 

“So, what are you going to do now? Another film? TV shows?”

“What makes you think I have anything planned?”

“Please,” Jimin snickered. “You’re signed to SM Entertainment and if I know anything about them, they’re always looking for a way to capitalize off any hint of success.”

“This is true,” she admitted with a giggle. “I actually had a meeting today about my next album. They’re giving me about a month to write some material and then I go into the studio.”

“Well, since you helped me out, I’d love to return the favor,” he offered. “I have a duet that I scrapped from my album. Maybe you could take a look at it and tweak it to your liking?”

“That sounds amazing. One condition, though.”

“What’s that?”

“That you tweak it with me and we record it together,” Kamaria said and Jimin chuckled. 

“I’d love to.”

..............................................

An asshole. A wide, gaping asshole that had been fucked with the force of a thousand elephant dicks. 

That’s exactly what Jimin looked and sounded like right now. 

“Bubs?” Jimin called, reaching out and snapping his fingers in front of Kamaria’s face. “Did you hear me?”

She couldn’t believe the audacity and gall of the man sitting in front of her, having the nerve to fucking ask her to-

“D-did you just ask me t-to,-”

“Be my surrogate, yes,” he confirmed. 

“Are you clinically fucking insane?!” She spat and Jimin instantly shushed her, glancing around himself to make sure that none of the people sitting at the tables around them had heard her. “Do not shush me right now, bitch!”

“Stop yelling,” he hissed. 

“I cannot have a baby with you,” she shot back. “You’re married, even if you don’t want to be! You can’t go off and have a baby with your ex-girlfriend! What the hell do you think Hye-ja is gonna say when she finds out that you chose me?”

“Well, Hye-ja doesn’t even know that you and I dated for three years,” he revealed. “So in her mind, you’d just be helping me out because you’re a close friend, which is what everyone thinks about us anyways.”

“Everyone else thinking that is different,” Kamaria sighed. “When we were together, we made the joint decision to keep our relationship a secret. You don’t think that you wanting me to have your child necessitates you telling your wife about what we had?”

“No because I know how she’d react.”

“She’d react like any woman with a fucking backbone would!” She exclaimed. “She’d be rightfully pissed that her husband of less than six months went out and asked his ex-girlfriend to carry his child!”

“She kept the fact that she didn’t want children from me, even after I explained her to that I did when we were still dating,” Jimin explained. “So I think it’s fair if I keep this to myself.”

“I swear, you turn into the most spiteful man on the face of the planet when you don’t get what you want,” Kamaria chuckled as she set her elbows on the table and ran her hands through her hair. “You’re 33 years old and the best solution your brain could up with in response to your wife not wanting to have kids was to have me be your fucking surrogate?”

“Bubs, come on,” Jimin pleaded. “You’re the only person that I can see myself having children with.”

“You’re so full of shit,” she snapped. “You obviously didn’t feel that way when you married Hye-ja.”

“Unless you really want to have that conversation with me, then you should stop while you’re ahead.”

“Fine. Here’s a question for you though: did you really think I was going to agree to having a child with you and not have any ties to it?” Kamaria questioned. “Because that’s what surrogacy implies.”

“No, we’d share custody but we can figure all that out once you’re actually pregnant,” Jimin said. 

“Oh, I’m not agreeing,” she clarified with a laugh. “I’m just trying to understand your fucked way of thinking. Another thing, how was I supposed to get pregnant? Because I’m a lot of things but a homewrecker isn’t one of them.”

“Ha, 21 year old Kamaria would disagree with you,” he laughed and she rolled her eyes at the situation that he was referencing. 

“Mina was a bitch and she deserved it but that’s not the point,” she huffed. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck is up with you but if you think I’m going to have a baby with you just so you can take it home to the bitch that you married to essentially get back at me, then you’re sadly fucking mistaken.”

“Bubs,” Jimin said, gasping when Kamaria got up from her seat so abruptly that the table shook, causing her wine glass to topple over. “Kamaria, please.”

“You know, just when I think you can’t get anymore fucking selfish, you always prove me wrong,” Kamaria spat before turning around and storming out of the restaurant. Ignoring all of the camera flashes, she shielded her face until her bodyguard opened the car door for her and she was able to get inside. 

“How could I be so stupid?” She chastised herself as she leaned back against her seat, her bodyguard pulling away from the curb and into the streets. 

Well, that was a waste of a good ass dress.

..............................................

“I think you should do it,” Nari shrugged and Kamaria snorted loudly. The two of them were in the living room of Kamaria’s penthouse, enjoying their weekly movie night complete with wine, popcorn, and chocolates. 

“He’s married, Nari,” Kamaria reminded her.

“If he had to come and ask his ex-girlfriend to carry his child, clearly it’s not going that well,” Nari pointed out. 

“He’s the one that married her out of spite,” Kamaria replied. “I am not going to save Jimin’s ass, once again, because he made yet another decision that he didn’t think through. It’s about time his impulsivity bit him in the ass.”

“But he loves you and had you not rejected him, you would’ve been the one he married instead of her.”

“I couldn’t!” Kamaria whined. “He had just gotten out of rehab, Nari!”

“That’s bullshit and you know it as well as I do,” Nari replied calmly. “You and Jimin were together for three years, as soon as he got back from his enlistment, and he asked you to marry him at least as many times as that. Hell, he probably asked you more than that because that man loves you. Now, I’m not saying you didn’t have valid reasons to turn him down because you did but the relationship between the two of you wasn’t all bad, either.”

“It’s easier if I act like it was,” Kamaria murmured as she picked up her glass of white wine. “It helps the fact that he went off and married someone else hurt less.” 

“I know sweetie,” she sighed, reaching over and grabbing Kamaria’s free hand in hers. “And I know how much you were hurt by what he did to you.”

“You were there so of course you know,” Kamaria chuckled ruefully, making Nari laugh. 

“I was,” she nodded as she reached up and wiped the tears that had begun to fall from her best friend’s eyes. “But I also know what the two of you had and how he felt about you; Hell, how he still feels about you. He texts me at least once a week and asks how you’re doing.”

“What?” Kamaria gasped. That was news to her. 

“He asked me to not tell you because he knew you were angry with him but he was still concerned about you,” Nari explained. “Now, what you said before was right. His impulsivity is a downfall for him, it’s true and it’s gotten him into a relationship that he didn’t think through but think about it. Jimin’s one of the biggest stars in the world who could have any woman carry his child if he chose to but he wants you.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside?”

“No but it should remind you of what you two had,” Nari replied. “Who does he have in his will?”

“Me,” Kamaria sighed. 

“Who is his mother leaving her expensive china to when she passes?”

“Me,” Kamaria echoed. 

“And who is the woman that he wrote an entire album of songs for?” 

“Me,” Kamaria finished. 

“One last question,” Nari said. “Can you genuinely see yourself ever having children with someone who isn’t Jimin?” And that had Kamaria retreating into her mind for a few seconds. While Jimin hadn’t been her first boyfriend or even the first man she had given herself to, he was her first love and the love they had shared was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. 

The man had his faults, many of which Kamaria was intimately familiar with but the thought of creating a family with someone who wasn’t Jimin had never entered her mind. Even know, when her heart was aching from his betrayal and she wanted nothing more than to gauge his eyes out and feed them to him, it was still him. 

It was always going to be, at least in some part of her disjointed heart. 

“No,” Kamaria finally admitted. 

“I know it’s unconventional but it might be worth it to think it over,” Nari shrugged. 

“I can’t, at least not right now,” Kamaria shook her head. “I have to get through promo for ‘Taming’ and then I want to get back into the studio to finish the album.”

“Oh speaking of promo, you have that in depth interview next week,” Nari told her. “It’s your first one since Jimin got married so what are you going to say if they ask about him and you?”

“The same thing I’ve been saying for the last eight years anytime they ask about us,” she shrugged. “We’re friends and that’s all we’ve ever been.”

“Given everything that’s happened though, you think you’re gonna be able to lie like that?”

“I have no choice,” Kamaria replied with a shrug. “Just gotta do what I gotta do.”

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[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Scouring of the Shire

YOOOOOO HECK YEAH LET’S GOOOOOOOOO

(Okay so I downloaded Phil Dragash’s reading of this and listened to it on the longest plane flight of my trip and may or may not have made a total fool of myself grinning at it throughout LOLOL)

(But I didn’t have time to write my reactions to it until now so here we go)

“On the further side of the river they could see that some new houses had been built…all very gloomy and un-Shirelike” Uh-oh.

BAHAHAHA the way Sam immediately goes OFF

“SCREW YOU AND YOUR STUPID SIGN TOO”

I love Merry trying to be a diplomat

Frodo like “oh goodness gracious, now what trouble has that Lotho gotten up to with MY house”

(Also that little bit of stealth sass like “well I’m GLAD he’s not calling himself a Baggins anymore, I can pretend I’m not associated with him”)

Merry be like “Fine, if you won’t open this gate, I’LL OPEN IT FOR MYSELF”

YO WHAAAAAT?? BILL FERNY?????

I mean I can’t say that I’m happy to see him but also it’s kinda fun to be this surprised. I’d forgotten all about him being here!

Haha the way he immediately runs away from Merry once he’s challenged tho

“Neat work, Bill!” HAHAHAHA

EAT PONY HOOF, LOSER

GOOD JOB BILL (the pony)

I love the fact that 50% of the hobbits’ intimidation factor comes from the fact that Merry and Pippin are so BigTM (and the other 50% is Swords)

Pippin listening to all this talking like “heck, I’m tired and wet and I don’t have time for this, just let me sleep in a shack if you want” is such a mood

Also Pippin tearing down the rule lists LOL

Sam has had it up to HERE with this nonsense

Me, at all the burning going on: “Uh-oh.”

“Looking both important and rather scared” Heehee X-D

“‘What’s all this?’ said Frodo, feeling inclined to laugh.” Me too, Frodo!

“Calling your Chief Names, Wishing to punch his Pimply Face, and Thinking you Shirriffs look a lot of Tom-fools.” OKAY SAM GO OFF LOLOL

OKAY SO at this point in the audiobook Mr. Dragash had the most BRILLIANT reading for this line:

“To the discomfiture of the Shirriffs Frodo and his companions all… [dramatic pause, then raucous laughter erupts in the background] …roared with laughter.”

I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT’S SO PERFECT AHAHAHA

He also had a great reading for this part:

The sheriff, shouting after them, insistent but nervous: “But don’t forget! I’ve arrested you!” Frodo, with the softest voice ever: “I won’t. Never. But I may forgive you.”

Sam has a friend! :-D

I mean I’m sorry that this is the way we find it out but he has!! A buddy!!

Now I’m sure “cock-robin” must have had a different meaning in Tolkien’s time…

“If I hear not allowed much oftener, I’m going to get angry.” Same, Sam.

Eeeew the table hasn’t been scrubbed for WEEKS?? I can only imagine it looking like the underside of a restaurant table, months-old crusty chewing gum stuck on it and all. Blergh 🤮

LOLOL “They would have started earlier, only the delay so plainly annoyed the sheriff-leader”

Our four hobbits have come back from their adventure so delightfully full of SassTM

My word, if I keep pointing out every funny thing that happens here I’ll be writing down the whole chapter. Look at the hobbits hustling the sheriffs who were supposed to be “arresting” them!

NOW WHO’S ARRESTED WHO INDEED 🤣🤣

For someone who’s supposed to be arrested, it sure looks like Merry is the one who’s in charge :-3

And all the sheriffs like “WE GIVE UP” and the hobbits like “okay :-D”

ROBIN WAS ONE OF THE SHERIFFS THAT THEY WERE MESSING WITH OH NO 🤣🤣

“We shall break a good many things yet, and not ask you to answer. Good luck to you!” OKAY PIPPIN GO OFF

(......This is getting very long so I’m gonna put the rest under a read-more)

Nooooo look what they’ve done to Hobbiton D-8

This whole conversation is so tense. I find myself wanting to cheer on the hobbits’ comebacks, but the ruffian here always gets the upper hand in the next line…

DON’T SNAP YOUR FINGERS IN FRODO’S FACE!! Heckin’ RUDE! Only the Sackville-Bagginses have ever done that, and that’s BEFORE Frodo saved the world! D-:<

HECK YES, PIPPIN!! TELL ‘EM!!

“Down on your knees in the road and ask pardon, or I will set this troll’s bane in you!” >8-D Friendly reminder that Pippin stabbed a troll in the gut to sAVE BEREGOND— *is slapped*

The fact that Pippin, Merry and Sam immediately jump to Frodo’s defense, but Frodo does not. That says so much about their friendship, and about Frodo, and how they all see themselves and their roles in this story…and it’s so sad that Frodo hangs back, not even willing to defend himself…

But also how bad*ss is that, letting your three armed friends charge to your defense while you just sit there impassively?? It’s like the “cool guys don’t look at explosions” trope.

Pippin has exactly the childish drive for revenge that you’d think he would, but Frodo sees the reality of the situation and knows Lotho has been played as a puppet and is now a prisoner to his own schemes. Good stuff.

Frodo: “Violence isn’t the answer.” Merry: “You’re right. It’s the question, and the answer is yes.”

MERRY’S SPEECH HERE YESSSS

(The way the music swelled here in Dragash’s audiobook was so good ahahaha)

“Come on! I am going to blow the horn of Rohan, and give them all some music they have never heard before.”

OH.

HECK.

YEEEEAAAHHH!!!!!!! >8-D

(And this was the part of the audiobook where I grinned like an idiot and clapped my hands and bounced a little in my seat and probably confused the guy in the seat next to me LOLOL)

Sam HIMSELF wants to turn back for the horn call!! And so does Bill! Aaaaahhh!!

AWAKE! AWAKE! FEAR, FIRE, FOES! AWAKE!!

This was so well foreshadowed by the Ringwraiths in Buckland at the beginning of the book I cannot bELIEVE—!!

TOLKIEN YOU GENIUS

(Writer Brain is just buzzing with this right now, sorry, LOL)

“And your face is no worse than it was, Sam.” Is Farmer Cotton calling Sam ugly?? 🤣🤣 He’s roasting his future son-in-law LOLOL I love him already

Even Farmer Cotton ships Sam and Rosie ROFL

Rosie just asked why you left Mister Frodo! What do you do??

>Tell her you love her

>Run away

Sam ran away! (What a mood)

I love that they built the fire just for fun and because it’s against the rules, LOL! A fire is exactly the thing that would cheer me up too!!

I assume Robin was one of the sheriffs that took off his feather and joined in the revolt :-D

Merry like, “See, Frodo?? Violence!!”

“Good for the Tooks!” HECK YEAH

“I’ll bring you an army of Tooks in the morning!” HECK YEAH!!

It’s so sweet of Frodo to be like “I still don’t want anyone to die” but also still turning the logistics over to Merry’ cause he’s The Plan Guy

What have I said all along?? Merry is the Smart One :-D

FARMER COTTON JUST SITTING BY THE FIRE

WAITING FOR THEM TO COME

Okay Sam’s father-in-law is heckin’ BAD*SS I LOVE HIM

This is literally “put down your weapons, I’ve got a sniper with a bead on you”

“He aimed a savage blow at Merry who stood in his way. He fell dead with four arrows in him.” YOOOOOOOOO!!

I like to think Merry didn’t even flinch. Just like…watched him keel over dead. HECK.

I love how bad*ss all the hobbits get to be in this chapter ahahaha

Aaaaand all the others give up. Nice >:-D

Aww, Farmer Cotton and the Gaffer are friends! And Cotton would have housed the Gaffer himself if he could have!! I love how sweet they all are to each other ^-^

HA! Okay, Lobelia, that’s pretty cool, I admit. Maybe you’re all right after all. ;-P

The Gaffer just telling Frodo off for leaving 🤣🤣 And Frodo politely apologizing!! Because even though the Gaffer’s problems are small in comparison to everything else happening in the world, they’re still important! I’m love

AAAAAHHHHH FRODO GASSING UP SAM IN FRONT OF HIS DAD AND ROSIE AND EVERYBODY 8-D 8-D 8-D

This is so stinkin’ cute. Lookit my silver-tongued Baggins using his Words of Affirmation again! It’s the least he can do to repay Sam for all he’s done, but I think it’s the thing that means the most to Sam.

Frodo: “Indeed, if you will believe it, he’s now one of the most famous people in all the lands, and they are making songs about his deeds from here to the Sea and beyond the Great River!” Sam: 😳😅☺️ Rosie: 😲😍🥰 The Gaffer: “Sounds fake but okay”

THE TOOKS ARE HEREEEEE

I frickin’ love the “lure them into a trap and surround them with hobbits” tactic. You never think hobbits can be scary until there are A LOT OF THEM VERY SUDDENLY

I also think this is a fun use of the hobbits’ canonical superpower of staying hidden in plain sight.

HECK YEAHHHHH MERRY LET’S GO

Seventy ruffians dead, and only nineteen hobbits on the other. As casualties go, that’s not bad! Sad that any hobbits died at all, of course, but it’s a relatively clean victory.

Also the book gets Very Historical for a moment and I think that’s Very Funny

Heck yeah Cottons!

HECK YEAH MERRY AND PIPPIN!!

And Frodo does his part by protecting the ruffians who surrendered! The pacifist has a role to play. :-D

Noooo, look what they’ve done to Bag End!! D-8

NOOOOOO THE PARTY TREEEEE 😭😭😭

ME TOO, SAM, UWAAAAAHHH—

(Ted Sandyman accidentally foreshadowing Sam going over the Sea??)

Frodo is very right. If more hobbits are like Ted, the Shire is in real trouble. Worse is the enemy within than the enemy from without. :-/

“Save your breath! I’ve a better.” HAHAHA YES MERRY LET’S GO

Oh but look what they’ve done to Bag Endddd 😭😭😭

“Yes, this is Mordor.” Thanks, I hate it :-C

“If I had known all the mischief he had caused, I should have stuffed my pouch down Saruman’s throat.” Dude Merry sounded so angry in Phil Dragash’s audiobook here. (Also can’t believe that Merry’s bag has become the running joke that it is LOLOL)

>8-O >8-O >8-O SARUMAN!!

Saruman: “Ah, yes, they called me Sharkey in Isengard! A sign of affection, possibly.” Tolkien, in a footnote: “It was not, in fact, a sign of affection.”

I….do not like….how Saruman casts such aspersions on Gandalf. Nor how his accusations almost seem to have some merit at the moment. “When his tools have done their task he drops them.” That is dangerously close to accurate, or at the moment it feels like it is. Gandalf did leave them, even knowing that things were going wrong in the Shire…

But at the same time, it’s not Gandalf’s job to fix everything himself! The hobbits got to participate in the saving of their world, and they got the honor and the renown and the incredible experiences and the personal growth that comes along with it. Same thing here; they get the opportunity to be the heroes and save their own home. It isn’t easy, but it is good, and it has its own rewards.

“Well, if that’s what you find pleasure in, I pity you.” Frodo couldn’t be more right. Anyone who takes pleasure and comfort in the pain and misery of others is a pitiable person.

Frodo still refuses to kill. His home was defiled…his last comfort stolen…and his honor insulted to his face…and he still refuses to kill Saruman. Holy cow that takes some major strength of character. What an absolute chad.

YO WHAT

SARUMAN TRIED TO STAB FRODO

(And Sam leads the charge to avenge Frodo because Of Course He Does)

AND FRODO STILL WILL NOT KILL

THE ABSOLUTELY CHADDERY OF THIS HOBBIT

Talk about heaping coals on your enemy’s head, bruh. Even Saruman has to respect it.

And Frodo extending the olive branch to Wormtongue. Truly the G.O.A.T.

>8-O

EYOOOO??

WORMTONGUE KILLED LOTHO??

AND MAYBE A T E HIM????

Holy COW this got dark 0_o

(Also Dragash made Wormtongue sound absolutely miserable on that “you told me to; you made me do it”)

Aaaand Saruman is dead

And Wormtongue is dead

Something something Saruman’s spirit looking to the West, from which he came, and where he can never return again, and then being blown away to nothingness…

It really is the saddest thing that the end of the war happens at the door of Bag End. Nowhere is safe. The movies have the hobbits return to an unchanged Shire, realizing that they’re the ones who’ve been changed by their experiences, and they’ll never be able to see home the same way again (which is, I think, analogous to the experience of American Vietnam vets)…..but here in the book, the war comes home, marring the very land that our heroes set out to protect, which is what Tolkien experienced at the end of the Great War. They’re different kinds of tragedy, and they both hurt, but I think this one is just an edge more bitter.

…..Anyway, I loved this chapter! It ends with on a downer note, but the rest of it was a lot of fun. X-P

#frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #peregrin took #pippin #bill ferny #bill the pony #robin smallburrow #farmer cotton #rosie cotton #saruman #grima wormtongue #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts

[itsclydebitches]

Can someone ezblain why we had that whole roy vs jamie over keeley fight revived? I was happy that they were being friends. Then they went to keeley's house and wer liek you pick and I was so sure she was going to be like why not both? I was on that train. Her canon reaction made sense but then made ask why bring it up at all? They were doing fine. Their relationship grew beyond fighting over a girl, after what they went thru togtherr? Idk

I really wish I could explain it, anon. Personally, I think the problem started an episode before when they suddenly introduced the "I don't want to just be friends" conflict when, from where I was standing, Roy and Keeley had already gotten back together, concluding the journey we've known they were on since the start of Season One. Keeley starts falling for Roy, they date, have some struggles, overcome them, and presumably conclude the series as an item, demonstrating that Keeley can be a strong, independent boss while also indulging in the romance she's been interested in since her introduction.

But then, suddenly, their night together + Rebecca's realization doesn't mean they're dating again. Okay, weird to introduce that in the literal final hour, but I guess they wanted one last conflict for the finale. I got ohhhhh so excited when Roy admitted to being anxious about "stuff" because what could that possibly be except him grappling with feelings for Jamie too? He and Keeley JUST slept together, he JUST wrote her a love confession, he JUST said overtly and without reservations that he wants more than friendship, so there's nothing Keeley-only related that he'd be this nervous about. It's got to be the poly plot-line that's been happening in the background. This is why everyone looks to Jamie during Colin's coming out scene. This is how we confirm Beard's reminder that there are more queer people in the room. This is why we see Jamie's bedroom with a sexualized Keeley AND a poster of Roy right beside it, positioning them as equals. This is why we got moments like Jamie attending Roy's uncle party because yeah, they haven't just become friends, they've become intimately close. Holy shit, Ted Lasso's actually gonna do it!

So I went into the bar scene not liking the regression to jealousy -- and I hated that Jamie used the video to try and one-up Roy, especially after all the good work the writing did with that: having him apologize and keeping that information from Roy when it was none of his business -- but I figured this was just the messy way the story was getting us to that poly ending. They need to act in the traditional Manly Fashion over the girl, going so far as to demand that Keeley choose one of them, in order to access the opportunity for her to say (and I could hear it so clearly in her voice): "Why should I choose just one?" The lead-up to this could have definitely been done better, I thought, watching the three of them sit down at the table, Like, I hate that we're suddenly regressing to set this up, it's stupid, but a canonical poly ending will be worth some missteps. Hell, I'll forgive a LOT here because we almost NEVER get that representation and in a show this popular? Hot damn, that's amazing.

And then Keeley just kicked them both out.

Thank god she remained single, like she always should have been. Strong and independent! I've seen a lot of fans say post-finale and I'm just in my corner going wait, I'm happy for you, truly I am, but I'm asking in the nicest way possible if we watched the same show?? The one where Keeley has ALWAYS wanted a romance? How she's an amazing character in part BECAUSE the writing allowed her to love romance and sex and being a badass boss? Where she and Roy were set up to be the True Love story from the very start? How a Keeley/Roy/Jamie story has been happening subtly in the background, now primed to become canon in the season largely focused on queer identities? How Keeley did not need to be the narrowly defined strong, independent, single woman when Rebecca Fucking Welton was right there, loving her life post-divorce, and instead the story decided to give her a man and a little girl at the last possible second?

They'll at least address that and have Keeley announce her intentions to stay single for a time after that mess with Jack, as a way of wrapping up her story, I thought and then that never happened.

They'll at least address Jamie and Roy's lingering feelings for Keeley because surely, after that bar confrontation, resulting in an actual FIGHT, they won't just shrug this off over some kebabs, I thought and then that never happened.

Well, it sucks that we didn't get a poly couple, but I suppose it was always a long shot--

[Dani slams in with two model women we know nothing about, just literal arm candy at a wedding where Beard marries his abuser that, intentionally or not, is kinda framed as a dream and wait wait wait THAT'S the canonical poly rep we're ending on??]

I've seen a couple people say that they enjoy the finale more after a re-watch and hell yeah. More power to you. Wish that were me. Unfortunately, outside the stuff I liked right at the start, I've enjoyed the finale less and less the more I've returned to it. So much just feels like it came out of nowhere, regressed the characters, contradicted long-term setups, and generally left me feeling disappointed about things they I believe we had good reason to expect from the show. These weren't things we simply hoped for and thus fans are in need of a reminder that this is not their story. This was stuff Ted Lasso textually and thematically implied... and when you're the feel good show of the quarantine era, pulling back from those implied promises feels even worse. The long-running couple break up in the most confusing, backsliding way possible. The last episode cruelly teases one of the most popular ships. Nate's entire redemption arc was rushed/had key moments pushed off-screen, giving him almost no time to re-connect with Ted. The established abuse plot-line is played straight at the end. Ted goes back to Kansas and, according to the montage, full-on abandons his found family in the name of doing right by Henry -- a level of sacrifice I don't think this kid needs or, if given the chance to have a say in all this, would necessarily even want.

Idk, there were a LOT of fantastic moments (the sign reveal makes me SCREAM!!!!!) but overall the bones of the finale left me feeling sad. The Roy/Keeley/Jamie situation is pretty reflective of that feeling.

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso spoilers #Keeley Jones #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt #mymetas

[animeomegas]

OOOHHH so i have an idea for the ex thing. You can choose any of the naruto boys for this. tbh it might not go with the theme entirely but the ex part made me have this idea where the alpha has previously been in a very emotionally intimate relationship before but they r infertile or for whatever reason cannot like have a child biologically but the ex omega desperately wants to be a Oma and they cheat and get pregnant with another Alpha's child. and not only that they also gaslight gatekeep alpha into thinking its their child until.....its born. because then because of the smell and physical characteristics and whatnot alpha realizes and confirms its not their child after a few weeks.

now years later they have gotten together with their precious current mate and love him beyond anything but one night after they return from a mission they are tired and hungry and in that state see their current mate holding and infant in his arms and they just absolutely .....lose their shit??!?! like obviously in the back of their mind they know this is not the same as the first relationship they had and their current mate loves them but the tired hungry exhausted alpha mind says something else and it just....... i just haven't been able to get this out of my mind 😩. what happens afterwards like that could go a lot of ways mainly depending on who the omega is. but i think it would be something like the omega gets super confused and slightly angry that their mate would get angry over them holding a baby? but like an older shinobi tell them what happened and the likely reason behind alpha's reaction and they just very tenderly bring alpha back to them..... I'm weak in my knees I'm gonna go sit for a while actually.

this came out too long 💀anyway now that I've typed it out i realise its definitely not going with the ex theme so i will leave this in ur hands if u ever wish to write about this in the future. or not if u r uncomfy. i completely understand muahhh <33

Oooh, this would be so dramatic!! It's a super interesting idea as well, thank you so much for sending it to me!!! <333

I randomised a Naruto boy because I couldn't decide which one to pick, and the random wheel chose Shino!

Shino watched as you stared at the dining room table between you both. He had managed to coax you to come and talk to him after you'd stormed out the previous night when you saw him holding a clan member's baby, but he still hadn't managed to make you speak.

"I spoke to some of your friends," Shino started hesitantly. "And they explained what happened to you in the past. I'm not angry. Why? Because what happened to you was awful and it wasn't your fault."

He saw your shoulders shudder as you sniffed and wiped at your eyes. Shino wanted to move closer to you, but he wasn't sure if that would only make it worse so he stayed put.

"I'm sorry," you croaked out. "I didn't mean to shout or storm out like that, I-"

"I forgive you," Shino said easily.

"You shouldn't," you denied, finally looking up at him with red rimmed eyes. "It's never acceptable for me to treat you like that."

"Then as your apology you should let me choose whether to forgive you or not," Shino gave you a small smile. "And I choose to forgive you."

You only nodded and put your head on the table. Shino couldn't resist moving over to your side now, so he did, until he was standing beside you, his hand on your shoulder.

"If it would make you feel better, I can put one caveat on my forgiveness," Shino said eventually, realising that his forgiveness hadn't seemed to help your turmoil.

"Yes," you said immediately, sitting up. "Anything."

"I would like you to go to speak to someone about what happened."

Your face screwed up a little in a way that demonstrated that you weren't so thrilled about his idea.

"Because in the future, if we have a pup, I don't want this to happen again," Shino continued. "To have you accuse me of carrying someone else's baby would be very upsetting."

You sighed and reached for his hand, something he easily allowed.

"You're right," you swallowed heavily, pulling his hand to your mouth and placing a kiss there. "I know you're right, it's just... hard. But for you, for you, I'll do it."

"Thank you," Shino said. "I am happy to accompany you if you wish- oof."

You stood up suddenly and pulled him into your chest, cutting his sentence off.

"I love you so much, Shino. And I'm so sorry."

#alpha's ex #omegaverse #a/b/o #hcs #headcanons #alpha!reader #naruto #shino #shino x reader #angst

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter Eighteen

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: Feelings.

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone.

Word Count: ~2.9k

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“So boss, what is up with you and hope?” Matthew asked from where he stood in front of Dream’s throne. The pair had just gotten back from retrieving Dream’s ruby and in short order, The Dreaming was now back to it’s former glory. “And what is so special about Dawn? Lucifer seemed extra interested in her…”

“She is Dawn of the Endless, the personification of illumination, the beginning of a new day and a chance for happiness and improvement, and most of all, hope.” Dream answered absentmindedly, closing the book in his lap to look down at Matthew. “And she was created out of necessity an eon after my siblings and I were made, to support humanity. She has been well protected due to her youth.”

“So… is she your sister or—“ Matthew shuffled in place, not wanting to outright say it, because, well, judging by Dream’s reaction to hope, Matthew was fairly sure that something was going on between Dawn and Dream. A faded look appeared in Dream’s eyes and he glanced down at his raven.

“A question many have asked, Matthew.” Dream murmured, his mind going to how shattered you had looked when he had uttered his cruel words eons ago. How broken you were when he had rejected your love and the precious being that had been made from it. Oh how he wished he could go back and change everything he had said to you. Make it so he never made that egregious mistake. “We have the same creator, yes, but no, she was not made to be our sister. I see that now…” 

He sees that now? Matthew was confused.

“Sir? What happened?”

“I was young… foolish, and did not appreciate what Mother Night and Father Time had given me.” Dream’s response was soft, distant. Matthew knew that he was in deep thought, echos of pain now in his blue eyes. Whatever had happened between him and Dawn of the Endless had caused a ripple in the universe, had caused a riff. Matthew was determined to find out what… but he certainly didn’t have the balls to ask Dream himself, so he went to his next best option.

Matthew coasted his way along the halls of the palace to the library. He knew that it would be foolish of him to try and broach more information from Dream. Matthew did have self preservation and even he could see that the subject of Dawn of the Endless was a very sensitive topic for his master. Matthew may have been only human, but even he could see the complexity behind Dream’s eyes whenever the illustrious Endless was mentioned.

“…better not get my feathers plucked for this,” Matthew huffed to himself as he swooped into the library. His eyes caught sight of Lucienne reading at one of the tables within the endless library, and Matthew fluttered his way down to the tabletop. Lucienne peered over her spectacles at the raven.

“Hello, Matthew,” She greeted quietly, calm eyes observing the shifting raven. He was clearly nervous about something.

“Hi, Lucienne,” Matthew echoed, his feet dancing on the tabletop as he scuttled back and forth, ruffling his feathers a few moments more.

“What is it, Matthew. Clearly something plagues your mind.” Matthew sighed, caught by the sharp eyed librarian as usual.

“What do you know about Dawn of the Endless?” Lucienne went still, clearly not expecting that question. No one spoke of Dawn of the Endless, not unless they wished to bring to wrath of their lord and king, Dream.

“Matthew…” Lucienne started, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Such a topic is—“

“Sensitive, yeah, I got that!” Matthew spoke, titling his head to the side. “I know who she is but what does she mean to Lord Dream?”

“Where did such a topic come up, Lord Morpheus does not speak of her ladyship, nor does he permit such conversation within The Dreaming.”

“Well, when Dream was challenging that demon for his helm and going against Lucifer… he won out that game thing with hope. He’s been acting weird since then…” Lucienne learned back in her seat, understanding blooming chin her mind. She had been Morpheus’s very first raven, and knew what the relationship between Dawn and Dream had really been like… and how it ended.

“Matthew,” Lucienne said, her words soft but clear and strong. “Dawn means everything to Lord Morpheus, for what are dreams without hope?”

“Yeah I said that hope is the base of all dreams, and that’s what snapped the boss out of it.” Matthew replied with a bob of his head. “He seemed to hyper fixated on hope, actually.”

“Because to Morpheus, hope is Dawn, and without each other they are incomplete.” If Dream was incomplete without Dawn, why was she such a forbidden topic? Lucienne decided that as Dream’s current raven, it was prudent for Matthew to be aware of  what had shaped the Endless into the being he was today. “Dawn was made for humanity, yes, but she was also meant to augment dreams, to augment Lord Morpheus’s power.” Ah, Matthew got it.

“So she was partially made for him?”

“In a way,” Lucienne stated, her eyebrow cocking momentarily. “They were lovers eons ago, Matthew, and our lord is still very much in love with her.”

“So why aren’t they together? I’m guessing that the whole ‘Dawn’s been in self isolation for eons’ has to do with a break up or something…”

“It is because they were made by Mother Night and Father Time, and the seven eldest Endless treat each other as family. Lord Morpheus taking Dawn as a lover...“ Lucienne trailed off with a sigh, her own soul aching at the loss of her oldest and dearest of friends.

“Kind of like incest?” Matthew offered, tilting his head to the side once more. “Gross to think about it… but it’s not like they were made with the intention to be siblings, am I right?”

“Indeed,” Lucienne echoed.

“So what split them apart? Because I’m guessing that it was the boss’s doing.” Lucienne sighed heavily, taking her spectacles from the bridge of her nose.

“Dawn fell pregnant, Matthew.” She told him in a deathly quiet voice, fearful that Dream would appear in a sandstorm of rage and contempt. Matthew bobbed his head.

“Okay, she lose the kid then? Is that what split them up?” Lucienne blinked at the raven… did he not understand what she was saying.

“Matthew, Lord Morpheus rejected Dawn and the child the moment he felt the creation of life. He ceased their relationship right then and there, calling it a mistake. No one knows what happened to Dawn and their child afterwards as she closed The Gardens to any and all.” Lucienne’s heart felt heavy in her chest. “Dawn stopped attending the family dinners, she stopped interacting with the other Endless entirely. She cut herself off so severely, none of the Endless can feel her spark of essence or that of her child.”

“Oh shit,” Matthew squawked. Dream had just up and broke things off the moment Dawn got pregnant? Now that was a good reason for the youngest Endless to disappear. “Dick move, sir, dick move…”

“Dawn was my closest and oldest friend, Matthew, and I’m afraid that Lord Morpheus may have hurt her so severely… that whatever relationship they had was irreparably damaged. Considering that it was been eons since anyone has seen her, and no-one has ever interacted with her child? I doubt we shall ever see them.”

“Well the boss is still in love with her,” Matthew pointed out. “Maybe we can change that? Convince him to try and reach out?” Lucienne once again blinked at Matthew.

“Matthew, it has been eons, if neither Dawn nor Lord Morpheus have attempted to speak with each other, I doubt that it will ever happen.” Lucienne had already given up?

“But don’t you want to see Dawn again?” Matthew pushed. “She was your friend, are you going to give up on that?”

“Of course I wish to see her again, those that had the privilege of experiencing her light and joy have yearned for eons for her return, to see Dawn walk through our villages, to see her smile, feel her life.” Lucienne looked down at the scroll she had been scribbling on. The census had taken some time to compile and now she was officially transcribing it to the records of the library. “There is not a being in The Dreaming that doesn’t wish for her to return, but it is not our decision.”

While Lucienne continued to speak of her friendship with Dawn, and the friendships Dawn had with the residents, Matthew listened intently. He was beginning to understand the dynamic between Dream and Dawn better with each passing minute. It was complex and fathomless, just like the beings themselves. But what Lucienne and Matthew hadn’t been made aware of, was that there was a certain being lingering in the background, listening to their conversation. No one had dared speak of Dawn since he had shirked her, their love, and their child. That was how Dream had wanted it, to forget that it had happened at all… but now? Now Dream was yearning for that which he had so cruelly scorned, and he knew that it was going to be a nearly impossible task to accomplish. He didn’t deserve forgiveness, that he knew, but Dawn deserved an Endless amount of apologies for Dream’s prideful and foolish ways.

She wouldn’t forgive him, and he did not deserve to be forgiven… but Dream could at the very least apologize for the pain he had caused.

Matthew had a plan. A not so bright plan that involved lying to his boss, leaving The Dreaming, and technically, trespassing into another realm… but he had a plan.

“This is going to get me into so much trouble,” Matthew grumbled to himself as he stared up at the sky of The Dreaming. “But this is for the boss lady and the residents because they deserve this and we all could use a little hope around here.” Flapping his wings, Matthew soared into the sky and effortlessly entered a portal that, hopefully, would take him to The Garden. In a swirl of of violent colors, Matthew pushed his little body through an opening in the abyss of noxious aether. Popping out, Matthew’s eyes widened the moment he saw an explosion of green and color… there was so much life.

Swooping lower, Matthew saw a set of formidable iron gates. The far side, away from the glorious and mythical gardens, was rusted iron, broken plants, and dead vines. Life did not thrive on this side. But on the other side? Life was more than thriving, it was reaching every nook and cranny there was to touch and them some. The gate was freshly polished and the vines that wrapped around it’s decorations bloomed with the most beautiful flowers Matthew had ever seen. He fluttered down to the neat path and took perch on a nearby lantern.

“Wow, I would kill to have a garden like this, this place is rocking!”

“I’m glad you think so, great effort and care goes into maintaining the plants.” A soft voice spoke, starting Matthew. Flapping his wings, he hopped along the lantern he was perched on and swirled his head to see a pretty lady wearing a simple dress currently tending to a bush. She had a basket hanging from one arm and scissors in her other hand. She smiled. “Hello.”

“Oh my God, I am so sorry if I am busting in here!” Matthew scrambled nervously. “I just want to— I mean, I’m looking for…” Oh he was already messing this up! “I am looking for some hope for my friends, they need it right now and I figured I could find it here… sorry if I’m trespassing… I’ll leave if I am…” The woman laughed, the sound as light and soft as the smallest bells and soothing Matthew’s nerves.

“Be at peace, young raven, if you were unwelcome the plants would have removed you by now.” Matthew relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god, I was worried I’d be thrown out the moment I arrived.” He mumbled before cocking his head and looking closer at the woman. “You… wouldn’t happen to know where I can find some hope, would you?”  The woman smiled again, making butterflies churn in Matthew’s stomach. He had never met someone so beautiful, nor had he ever met someone who radiated life and gentleness.

“There is hope everywhere, you need only to open your eyes, come, I think I know what you need.” She started walking away and Matthew flapped after her, his eyes constantly zipping around in wonder and amazement.

“This place is amazing!” He echoed, swooping through a weeping willow that was in full bloom. The woman laughed once more and the raven could have sworn that angels were signing.

“You are stroking the plants egos, young raven, they are very proud of their fruition this year.” Turning down a dirty path, Matthew followed the woman, noting that she was barefoot and relaxed. No doubt she knew The Gardens very well. Matthew swooped underneath an awning of wisteria and nearly fell from the air. In front of him were fields of all kinds of sunflowers.

They rose in the air, following the sun with their dark faces highlighted by yellows, oranges, and reds.

Matthew started gliding throughout the fields, feeling the radiating hope that seemed to ooze from the bright blooms. His own spirit was lifted and returning to the woman, he took a perch next to the woman and started blabbering.

“Oh my god this is beautiful, I literally feel like I’m bursting with hope! How do they do that! It’s fucking awesome and— and— who are you? You seem to be quite knowledgeable about this place, you got anything else to show me? Not that I’m trying to be greedy it’s just all so beautiful and happy and I feel like my heart is going to burst…” Matthew trailed off when he caught sight of a raised eyebrow. He was blabbering again. Right. Probably should stop talking… another thought popped into Matthew’s head. “Wait, I’m pretty sure I’m being rude, I should have gone to greet the realms…” Matthew trailed off when a twinkle appeared in the woman’s eyes. His beak dropped open. “Holy shit!”

You hadn’t meant to laugh at the raven freaking out, but the poor raven had spazzed out the moment he realized who he was speaking to and, well, it was entertaining. You had been entirely surprised when a raven had breeched your barriers, not by the fact that it could, but the fact that all ravens belonged to Dream. Why had one entered your realm? A quick conversation with Matthew had rendered the full picture. Dream had no idea his raven had traveled to your realm in the first place.

“…and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lucienne looking so sad because she’s the boss lady and always put together… but then again, it was my fault for bringing you up so I think I need to apologize.” Matthew twittered from where he was perched on the back of the carved chair next to you.

“I do not think it entirely your fault, Matthew, it is I that have forsaken my treasured friends for eons.” You spoke to him, sipping from your teacup. “And as for the subject of I within The Dreaming? Dream made it quite clear his opinion on me, he no doubt forbade his people of such topic.”

“Yeah well, Dream’s the one that pushed you away, didn’t he?” Matthew pointed out. You pressed your lips together, still feeling the sting of rejection on your essence as fresh as it had been that day.

“I was but a plot twist he mistakenly indulged in,” You murmured, taking point to return your attention to your tea. Matthew wanted to face palm himself, or wing palm, he didn’t exactly have hands anymore. Dream still loved you and here you were, believing that he still thought you to be a mistake. Well, it wasn’t like his boss was good at communicating his feelings. You took a deep breath and turned back to Matthew. “Forgive me for cutting our time short, Matthew, but it would be in your best interest to return to your master. He is unforgiving to those that cross him.”

“Yeah, learned that real quick,” Matthew said in agreement, bobbing his head.

“If you wouldn’t mind, would please deliver something for me?” You asked, observing the raven. Matthew bobbed his head once more.

“‘Course,” You materialized a sunflower within your hand and offered the stalk for the raven to take.

“Would you please deliver this to Lucienne?”

Matthew swooped into the library, returning to The Dreaming with fire beneath his wings and renewed hope. Coasting over to where Lucienne still sat, scribbling away, he dropped the sunflower in front of librarian. Lucienne froze in place, staring at the vibrant, vivacious bloom that was touched by a magic Lucienne had not felt in eons. She picked up the sunflower.

“Matthew?” The raven tilted his head to the side.

“She sends her greetings and hopes that you are still well despite her absence.” Matthew then fluttered away, not wanting to draw the attention of Dream by his absence and sudden appearance. Lucienne pressed her face into the flower, letting its soothing energy soak into her bones. Matthew, the inexperienced raven, had done what no one had been able to do in eons. He had gone to The Gardens, and apparently, had managed to speak with Dawn of the Endless. Perhaps there was hope yet.

Date Published: 3/17/23

Last Edit: 3/17/23

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

I loved it! I will absolutely read a part 2 of the lumen au if you write it! I wish I was half as talented as you!

Ah! I'm so glad you liked it!! (and also thank you you are seriously so sweet always 💕) Yeah he....he's stupid and 16 lol but let's see if he can redeem himself shall we?

Part 1

Rhett stares at the spot that Tess just ran from until Mrs. Cooper takes him by the shoulder and leads him back to class

and he goes with and continues on with his day cause the hell else is he supposed to do?

He knows immediately that he fucked up and that he fucked up pretty bad. He just really likes Maria, or liked he supposed - he really wasn't sure anymore - and has for a long time. He could have sworn she was gonna be it.

He knows Tess. They're on the rodeo team together where he rides bulls with a helmet that he hates and she barrel races with her horse Peaches.

He's never paid attention to her much. Other than the fact that she was a good racer and won countless ribbons and medals. Their circles intersect sometimes, but she's very shy. Doesn't say much. Especially when he and his friends were around.

But she's his soulmate. Shit she's his soulmate. The other half of him. The soul that Sunshine belonged to - whose shine seemed to be dulled since their interaction in the hallway.

He doesn't know how he's gonna make this better. If he even can. The look on her face...he thinks about it for the rest of the day. For several days actually.

Cause what if that wasn't a reaction to the expression he KNOWS he betrayed but a reaction to HIM being her soulmate? What if she doesn't want him at all?

Tess walks the 20 miles home until her dad picks her up halfway there. He doesn't take her back to school (the principal called and told her parents what happened...and he knows his little girl. she needs some time) he brings her home and lets her go straight to the horse barn to let off some steam.

Peaches whinnies softly as Tess throws open her stable door with her saddle in hand. She can barely see through the tears blurring her vision, but she knows the motions like the back of her hand. Peaches is saddled in a matter of minutes and Tess is ready to ride.

But then she catches sight of Cowboy floating off in the corner, like it knows she's sad because of him, and she breaks. She's sobbing again with her face pressed into the leather of the saddle.

Of course Rhett didn't want it to be her. Everyone knows he's been crushing on Maria since forever. Even Maria knows that (and uses it to her advantage). She just thought...she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up.

She always knew her crush on him was futile, a fool's hope, her just being a stupid teenage girl doomed for heartbreak.

But what was she supposed to do now? Go back to school tomorrow and pass him in the halls like nothing happened? Pretend like their Lumens weren't fighting to get to one another??

Was she just supposed to go about her life knowing her soulmate was right there but didn't want her?

Eventually, her tears dried enough for her to lead Peaches out of the barn and for the two of them to take off into the north pasture together - Cowboy trying to keep up. They stayed out there for hours. Tess too horrified and embarrassed to go back and talk to her parents and Peaches just happy to be getting in a run when she usually didn't.

It's the grumbling in her stomach that eventually makes her come back around midafternoon

And after setting Peaches up with some oats in her stable, she turns to head inside and is face to face with Cowboy. The blue of that little ball of light seemed darker.

But at this point, Tess is just mad. And who better to take it out on than that little piece of Rhett Abbott that's been following her around all day like a kicked puppy?

"Will you just leave me alone? He doesn't want me, alright! So stop trying to act like some part of him does!"

Poor girl. She's had a Lumen for not even 24 hours.

Inside, her parents are sitting at the kitchen table with their own lumens dancing overhead - swirling around each other happily. it makes more tears spring to her eyes that she didn't know she could make. she wanted that with her soulmate. she wanted what her parents have. but now she doesn't know if that's going to happen, even KNOWING that she has a soulmate and who they are. and that just fucking hurts.

Her parents try to sympathize, try to tell her that he's a teenage boy. he's bound to be a little stupid. he'll come around. that he didn't mean it. that she should give him another chance. but their reasoning doesn't work. she's too hurt and honestly too embarrassed to even think about ever seeing him again.

That night, Cowboy sits on her pillow again and even though she doesn't want it to - it's comforting.

Tomorrow is Friday, and her parents are going to let her stay home.

Sunshine spends the rest of the day nestled in Rhett's hoodie. Won't come out for anything. It's always been shy, and now he understands why, but this was something else. When he would look inside, it was like the light was nearly put out. And it scared him.

And when Rhett FINALLY gets home, royal and cece ask him how his day was, and he just says it was fine.

Cause they won't understand. Neither of them ever got a lumen, neither of them have soulmates.

But Perry, Rhett's older brother with a bubblegum pink lumen and a two-year-old daughter that means the world to him, can immediately see that something is wrong.

After dinner, when Rhett runs up to his room just to be alone, when he takes off his hoodie and Sunshine just sinks down onto the floor and he starts whispering desperately that he's sorry - Perry comes up to talk.

"What happened?" and that's really all it takes to make Rhett spill his guts. About meeting his soulmate and their lumens exploding when they met and how for a SPLIT SECOND he was disappointed it wasn't someone else and Tess ran off crying

"Yeah, you messed up pretty good. But you can't give up. She's your soulmate for a reason, so maybe she'll find a way to forgive you...And actually love your ugly mug."

He literally has to scoop Sunshine off the floor and carry it around. But he does snuggle up with it that night, trying to figure out what he's gonna say to Tess.

Rhett has no idea what he's gonna say, but he goes into school the next day determined to talk to her. Only she's not there. And when he asks her friends about it, who all look at him like he's the devil incarnate, they tell her she stayed home cause of what he did.

So on Saturday, he asks to borrow Perry's truck and he drives over to the Abernathy Horse Ranch. He....still doesn't really know what he's gonna say. But he's hoping when he sees her the words will just come. He's been practicing with Sunshine, whose glow has slightly returned, if only a little.

While he's driving he sees some wildflowers on the side of the road, black-eyed suzannes, and for some reason they remind him of Tess. Of Sunshine. So he pulls over and picks a few.

When he knocks on their front door, his hands are shaking and he's sweating through his t-shirt but he knows he has to do this. at least to apologize.

Her dad answers the door and Rhett swears he's never come so close to pissing his pants

But her dad just nods out into the yard, and when Rhett turns, he sees Tess walking along the fence line with a little ball of blue light that nearly blended in with the sky trailing behind her.

Taking a deep breath, and nodding at her father in thanks, he sets off in her direction. And as he watches her, trailing her hand over the top of the wooden fence, kicking her booted feet into the dirt, he wonders why he's never really taken notice of her before.

She's cute. With the long light brown hair, big blue eyes - and she's tiny. Barely comes up to his shoulder and he wants to squish her. He doesn't. know where that thought comes from, but it makes him smile.

She sees him coming. Of course she does. It stops her in her tracks and snatches the air out of her lungs to see him walking up to her with that shy little smile and a bunch of flowers in his hand.

As he gets closer, Sunshine comes flying out from behind him and Captain zips past Tess' shoulder. They meet in the middle in another mini-explosion that makes them both flinch.

Rhett still doesn't know what he's gonna say, but he has to admit, being near her feels like coming home.

#annie answers #oc: tessa abernathy #fic: here to stay #fd: outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x oc #rhett abbott au #rhett abbott x tessa abernathy #lumen au #soulmate au

[achoohq]

HEY GUYS ITS YA BOI RIA who doesn’t go by ria anymore but anyway

after the hq one shot the gears in my head have been turning…very slowly but still turning! im getting my prom dress fitted today so here’s…

HQ BOYS ASKING YOU TO PROM!!

Kuroo Tetsuro

okay y’all aren’t gonna want to hear this but i fully believe he promposed with a chemistry joke

like he walks up to you with one of those posters that’s spelled out with elements of the periodic table

“I think you’re CuTe (Copper and Tellurium) and we have a lot of Chemistry, will you go to PrOMn with me? (Praseodymium, Oxygen, and Manganese)”

pls ignore the extra letter i tried my best

kenma’s probably nearby filming

and in the recording you can hear him stifle a laugh when he captures your initial reaction to the poster

but of course, as nerdy as he may be, that is your love <33

when you say yes he lifts you up and gives you a big hug, twirling you around and nearly crumpling the poster in the process

very cute

Nishinoya Yu

i have to set the scene for this one

so you’re watching him play at a volleyball game, and the score is very close

it’s the last set of the match, the set that will determine who wins the whole game

when i say it’s very close, i mean VERY VERY CLOSE,, like the two teams are always one point away from each other

but you have to win by two in volleyball so it just Keeps Going

everyone watching is on the edge of their seats (you included)

karasuno’s up by one again, this could finally be the end

THEY WON!! everyone in the stands goes crazy

normally after games, nishinoya would find you in the stands and give you a thumbs up after games and you would return the gesture

but he was nowhere to be found

that is, until he reappeared on tanaka’s shoulders with a huge poster that says “Y/N WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME” in big bold letters

he probably won’t be able to hear you say yes with all the commotion so just nod and give him a thumbs up like you normally do

after you get out of the stands and he leaves the locker room he immediately jumps on you when he finds you

(he probably knocked you both to the floor but anyway)

you’d have to ask really nicely for him to get off of you because “blocking the walkway” and “making a scene” are apparently not valid reasons to stop him from showing his affection 🙄

Kenma Kozume

his original plan was just to ask you

to grab a bouquet of flowers and all the courage he could muster and just

“please be my date to prom.”

kuroo convinced him to do something a little bigger than that

something less generic, that was how kuroo put it

he decides to make a poster based on the media that both of you like

maybe it’s a game you both have hundreds of hours on, or a movie that always ends up playing whenever the two of you hang out together

he puts a lot of effort into choosing the perfect reference

when he finally shows it to you, he wishes he had his phone out to take a picture of your beaming face

luckily, kuroo did have his phone out

another cute one, he’s smiling so brightly after you say yes it felt like the sun has a rival

Bokuto Kotaro

bokuto had the plan

the execution was where it fell apart

he told you to meet him one day in the gym before volleyball practice

when you asked him why, his mind just froze

he muttered something about him needing a good luck charm before giving you the best puppy eyes you’ve ever seen in your life

so you agree and he cheers

little did you know there was a surprise waiting for you

bokuto had begged akaashi to help him with this plan of his

and akaashi was immediately tasked with asking the other three 3rd years on the team

“Bokuto, you’re literally their captain, why don’t you—”

aaaand he’s gone

he had gotten shirts that spelled out “P-R-O-M-?”

and each of the third years was wearing one, with bokuto directly in the middle as the O

first mishap: you came in through the side door

they were posed and waiting for your arrival near the main gym entrance

akaashi being the closest to you was the first to notice and told the rest to rotate

bokuto missed the memo until the last moment, simply sliding next to akaashi

and leading to the second mishap

so

akaashi was wearing the P shirt

meaning you were now looking at “PORM?”

you were confused at first, but when you realized what happened you doubled over in laughter

bokuto didn’t get what was so funny

he didn’t even stop to think about why akaashi was so insistent on him switching with the person next to him

cue emo mode

you have to tell him that prom was misspelled

and that you would love to go to porm—i mean prom—with him

that’ll cheer him right up!! he’ll give you a bear hug and a big kiss

and akaashi thanks you for cheering him up because that would’ve been a pain to deal with once practice started

Iwaizumi Hajime

iwaizumi didn’t want to do a flashy promposal

he felt like they were tacky

he wanted his promposal to come from the heart

just a secluded area, a gentle breeze, and his feelings; that’s all he needed

oikawa had something to say about it when iwaizumi told him the plan

“Come on, Iwa-chan, are you really gonna do something that boring?”

yes.

and that’s exactly what he said, before smacking his friend on the back of the neck

but he doesn't want to show up empty-handed so he gets you a corsage and puts it in a nice red box

he invites you to meet him in front of the school after volleyball practice

when you get there, he's already standing there with his present in hand

he takes a deep breath as you walk up before handing you the gift and beginning his monologue

he confesses his feelings and invites you to prom, but hopes that your friendship won't change

you say yes! and he is elated

he definitely hopes you'll wear the corsage to prom

and he offers to walk you home so you can watch the setting sun together <3

A/N: i got super lazy near the end of bokuto’s…sorry about that….

but yeah!! here’s my first post in a while. i didn’t think i’d ever log in again (yet alone have the energy to WRITE again) so this was really nice :D

i may disappear and go back to lurking until i find more hq inspiration, but i think i’m gonna start an ao3 for the fandoms i am active in so we’ll see

here is my ask box if you want a continuation of this piece or to request a piece that may or may not be completed!!

missed you lots <33 ria out 😎

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu x you #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #bokuto #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #nishinoya #nishinoya yu #nishinoya yu x reader

[russellsppttemplates]

A secret fwb situation between Thomas and Élodie!

Things already got out of hand cuz they both caught feelings, but didn't tell each other. She sees him too close to a girl at a party one day and drinks her jealousy away, their friends leave him to take care of her bc the Leclercs and the Gaslys always take care of each other. Thomas is freaking out, like "Dammit, Élodie! Why did you do this? If your brothers or your father found out you're this drunk they gonna kill us both!". He ends up sneaking her into his bedroom to take care of her.

idk if the ages align, but for what I understand he's a little older than her, right?

Tw: mentions drinking

"How do you tell your friend 'hey, this was supposed to be a no feelings thing, but I've fallen for you, harder than how my mother falls when we go on ski trips. how do we proceed?' without risking them never talking to you again?", Thomas exasperated, "I think your parents know a thing or two about that", one of his friends pointed out as they walked inside the the bar.

It wasn't the best way to deal with the situation, Thomas knew that much, but when a girl approached him, he kept talking to her, completely forgetting that Élodie was also I the same room.

Since the Gasly couple was going on a long weekend trip to celebrate their anniversary, Charles was the first to suggest that their kids could come down to their place and spend the weekend there, given that they were all around the same ages, so they'd have plans with eachother and their friends, so they had all gone to the same bar for the night.

"I wish I didn't feel for him like I do, I mean, look at him! He doesn't care one bit", Élodie said to her friend, "they're just talking, I'm sure it's just that", she attempted to comfort her as she saw her down two more shots, "it's my own fault for catching feelings", she hiccuped.

Things quickly got too much, whether it was the fact that the music had gotten louder and the drinks had become some weird mixture, but Élodie had had enough, and one thing her friend knew for sure is that Thomas would be the only person to deal with this the proper way and help her. Fortunately, their friends understood just how much the Leclercs and Gaslys looked out for eachother, helping Thomas bring Élodie home before heading to their own houses too.

Élodie was lying on his bed, looking significantly better now as Hervé, who had been in charge of making sure the younger ones got homm safe and sound, looked at them, "I don't need to tell you to be more responsible, right Élodie?", he asked, earning a nod, "I know, it was stupid. I'm sorry for doing it. But can you please not tell my parents?", she asked, "not my story to tell, I just need you to be okay, that's all", Hervé said, placing the pills and cup of water on the bedside table, "take these before you go to sleep, they'll help tomorrow. Try and keep quiet, okay? If you make any noise, you'll have Amélie on your door in no time, and I think it's safe to say our dear sister will have a much different reaction to mine", he smiled at his brother, highfiving Élodie quietly before leaving the room.

"I never took you for the drinker", Thomas said, "I'm not usually one", Élodie mumbled back, cursing herself for how much she was enjoying his touch as he rubbed her back, "what happened then? C'mon, El, you know you can tell me anything", he urged.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just that she had enough of this situation, and for whatever it meant, her parents always told her to be honest, "seeing you with that girl made me jealous. Because she was talking to you and you're not with her just to fulfill a need and then be friends", she gulped, tears falling from her eyes, "I got jealous because we're not that, even though we said we'd never be that anyway. And it hurt", she tried her best to pull away from Thomas, feeling him pull her in.

"Can I have a go now? I was talking to her because I wanted to forget about the fact that I miss you in ways a friend doesn't miss another. I don't miss just being with you when we sneak away. I miss having you with me in mundane things like going to the shops, or at family gatherings, to be able to hold you longer before you have to leave. I don't want to keep this arrangement, I want more", Thomas said, "we'll talk tomorrow, yes? But for now, know that I'm in if you are", he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, allowing her to sleep for a little bit before they spoke about it with a clearer head.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#inês writes blurbs

[inscryptions]

[DRAGON CHARMS]  good luck and strength — two qualities he'll openly admit alhaitham has never been lacking in. nonetheless it's caught his eye, and so the transaction is swiftly made. kaveh slips the charm into his pocket and hurries off before a certain roommate spots him by the stand.

hours later and kaveh's running late to dinner. though arriving breathless, he offers no explanation and plops himself onto the chair (surely the other is used to it at this point). the night unfolds as it normally does — good food and drinks, analyses of the day's findings, an argument or two peppered in for good measure. and of course, a meal is never complete without having to sit through some sort of insufferable commentary.

( "every single wish, no matter how small, is worth seeing to fruition" are the words spoken at lantern rite. "what are yours for this year?" he wonders, though the question goes unspoken).

alas. as they stand to leave, kaveh slides something across the table. again, no explanation is offered. the architect trusts that his roommate has read up on the customs & beliefs of the celebration — surely he can do his own deducing. archons help them both if alhaitham can't manage even that. "that's for you, by the way." kaveh says as he turns to leave, waving a hand dismissively. "you don't have to open it here. actually, it's better if you don't. now hurry up or else we'll miss the fireworks."

Received: Modified Dragon Charm What was once a traditional charm from Liyue has been carefully hammered into a surprisingly lightweight metal bookmark. Somehow, the original carving remains intact. The piece has been masterfully fitted into a silver frame, topped off with a matching chain and tassel. Though beautifully intricate in its design, every inch remains practical for the user's convenience. On the side of the bookmark, one may find a small lid that flips open to store a thin pen for annotations. Should the reader ever find himself in a pinch, he may press the discreet button fitted at the top to reveal a portable light for emergency late-night reading.

No matter how much he aggravates me sometimes, Kaveh has never failed to impress me with his creativity and ingenuity. In that aspect, I believe, we have always been alike: when we can't find a solution, we make one. Before, it had inspired in me the kind of respect a junior would offer his senior, directing me to choose him as my research partner. It still reminds me every now and then that for all his faults, Kaveh does possess the wisdom that we so value and pursue, for why else would he receive a Dendro Vision?

First the new year, then my birthday, now Lantern Rite. Either he's in a particularly good mood, or he's gotten a very good commission lately, or both, because this is downright spoiling. I'm not usually the object of Kaveh's generosity, haven't been for some time, and it's like looking in a dusty mirror, being showered with sentiment after so long. (He would deny it, no doubt, but with how his personal language towards me has shifted, it can't be interpreted as anything else.) So for lack of anything else to do, I shrug and slip the small parcel inside my pouch. "Suit yourself. If fireworks are more interesting than my reaction, then so be it." Thank the Archons for my earpieces and their noise-cancelling setting, otherwise I'd be in for an evening of auditory pain.

It isn't until I return to my hotel room that I remember the unopened gift, and I sit down on my bed to unwrap the little package. At first glance, it appears to be a bookmark version of the draconic charms purveyed on the harbor streetsーoh. Oh. Is this why he was late to dinner?

It's times like these that I remember just how well we know each other, and that we were best friends, once.

(Were? Are? Do I tolerate him the way someone would a reliable old mirror, do I keep him near because I rely on him to understand and reflect me?)

The bookmark wastes no space nor function: a slender lid reveals a compartment for a thin stylus, and a small button activates a reading light. It is form and function fitted perfectly together like two puzzle pieces, gifted in the spirit of the festival. The engraved visage of the dragon proves a delight to my fingertips, and I trace the design while noting the craftsmanship. This will get tremendous usage, but then, Kaveh has always given me things I will use.

(... He better not have spent his red envelope on this.)

#🌿 inquiry form received (asks). #🌿 spiral ascent (events). #ghlanternrite2024 #🌿 altruistic architect (kaveh). #aesthetecomplex #//kaveh stop giving him nice things challenge level: impossible! #//fr tho he always gives such good gifts and haitham appreciates every single one!!

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D20 - Dungeons and Drag Queens Ep 2 Notes

Oh man, I am so far behind. I will try to finish the other two episodes within the next week if possible. Let’s see. 

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I love Jujubee placing herself in the middle of the group. No one will come at her first

"But you're the oldest one here trying to die bitch" LOLOL

"But I'm not dead. [...] And since I'm not alive...Bitch!" That is Jujubee's second retraction after accidentally eating the magical seed. Love the table just falling over themselves at these antics. "What did you roll a one?  A one on steath?"

"If you roll a one, we are going to end up with a guppy.: Bob with the incredible quips once again.

"Did she lose her sense of fashion" Brennan just losing it while Monet just looks so done and disappointed.

Alaska's expression whenever she goes into character is top notch, that growling face

"Dinner is served!" "Is she going to fucking eat us...we're rotting?!" LOL

Monet jumping into the explanation before Brennan even asks her to. So excited, so cute.

Gertrude's attack was so cool.

Here we go with Brennan making all his players cry again. This man's storytelling abilities are awe-inspiring

"What the going gets tusk, the tusk gets going." All of these character taglines are so on point.

Awww this uncle is so sweet.

Lol Troyan forgeting the spell letting them take characters across the river is so perfect.

Them rushing to write down the name of the Goddess is also very nice. They are great first time DnD players!

Damn Nyruth is handsome too. The character artists for this season really went all out (But then again, they always do at D20).

Oh my god Jujubee is so chaotic, the others spend half the show just trailing behind trying to clean up their mess. Brennan must love her for it.

"I wanna get wet." Brennan stop! God why does it always make me blush when he just says stuff like that!

Jujubee is so proud of the Monet X Change pun lololol

"I can disguise myself as a flashlight" Lol, I don't know how much jujubee genuinely wants to play, and how much she just wants to cause chaos, but I love her for it.

I kind of wish we had gotten a chane to see Brennan's expression as the Queens are discussing this double crossing plan.

Unbelieve Brennan, oh my god. Just playing on the Paula Abdul bit.

I like the flash cuts to Alaska's reactions to the antics of Bob and Jujubee, where she is just mentally rolling her eyes, like what is happening right now?/are you serious?

Oh my god, "Dispel his Dispel Magic". So convoluted

Holy shit, three ones! Oh no that jack that is going to eat them.

Did Monet just try to trick Brennan the DM abut what dice to use? Lol

"D'Hamia - Snatched and Thirsty" the captions are superb

"I pour your tea in a bucket" Glad to see them all remembering Princess's size lol.

All of them playing out what's the best plan is actually so nice. Like they are really leaning into the RP this season, because for newbies, a ton of combat would be heard. And it's nice seeing the Queens trying to logic out what would be the best moves to do. Even if their dice don't always let them.

"4" "Hundred" Twyla is so chaotic, my god, she always just does the most insane choice. ...I really want her to play with Emily (RIP their poor DM)

Ooooh Troyan's mom is only saving herself...

"She sounds like an alcoholic" Brennan has been wheeze laughing so much this episode, it's delightful

Oof, brutal revelation

"It wasn't like 'Hey girl!'" Brennan's expression is so funny

D'Hamia interactions with Princess are great

"We are going to pimp out our orc friend." Bob is just killing it with the one liners.

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Oh god this preview is so dramatic lol

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That was a good episode! I can see the campaign will likely be very light in combat, which makes sense, the Queens are making the RP and character choices that are so entertaining and fun to watch. Excellent season so far.

#dimension 20 #dungeons and drag queens #d20 #brennan lee mulligan #alaska thvnderfvck #jujubee #bob the drag queen #monet x change #my reaction notes

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

week two of #got7revival: fave era

visually: JayB's Piercing Era

this was the first look and the first couple of pictures I've ever seen of Jaebeom, and although I wasn't present yet when it happened, mentally I'm still there and I cannot wait for him to maybe at least get his nose pierced again. YOU GUYS WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT HAS HAPPENED!! I've seen the posts of non-ahgase asking who the "piercing guy in GOT7" was, and I wish I had already been a kpop fan at that time, but alas. ( the long hair is a very pretty bonus, too!! )

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10 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

#4

week one of #got7revival: bias & wrecker

bias: Jaebeom & Youngjae

jaebeom was the first member of GOT7 I found while looking for faceclaims for my fantasy novel about one and a half years ago ( march 2021 ) ; he got me and a friend into kpop and the rest is history. I love this weird cat guy ( affectionate ) with his twin moles and the utter passion and leadership he always brings to the table. I also adore that he talks about his depression and anxiety so relatively openly. he wouldn't need to, and yet he does, and I respect that a lot. it makes even me feel better about myself, and I thought I had a really good grip on mine.

once I knew the members and had gotten familiar with their character and all, I started gravitating towards youngjae as well. I sometimes wonder whether he wouldn't have been my ( actual / only ) bias in GOT7 if a) jaebeom wasn't so very special to me that it feels wrong to switch biases, and b) I had already known the members when I had gotten into GOT7, or if GOT7 hadn't been my very first group and I had already been much more familiar with how groups worked and all that. he's 97 percent shy, innocent maknae, and 3 percent a wicked minx who nobody can be mad at and I love that for him.

the bottom line is that I bias them both and they seem to be okay with having shared custody, if you wanna call it that. I'm calling it that now.

btw, I always consider those people the bias that I have a soft spot for, who I relate to on a personality level, who make me feel all warm and cozy when I watch them do their thing — and the wrecker is the one that just wrecks me with their visuals or voice or whatever it is. I can't look at them for long because that's overwhelming because they're so v attractive ( not saying my biases aren't, but the wreckers just take a bat and swing it at me, while the biases just don't cause that reaction in my brain ) idk, I hope this makes sense, but I've heard people describe biases as the ones that are in "first place" and the wreckers are trying to dethrone them and that's just not my definition of it. kakdif no hate tho! just wanted to explain that.

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14 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

#3

not to be a nerd on main about this, but we should stop transcribing 형 / 누나 and 오빠* / 언니 as bro / sis. linguistically they have very different connotations and it's kinda driving me up a wall as someone who's very invested and interested in languages, like, I do realize that especially casual watchers of like kdramas, who just started getting into them after Netflix or whomever added a bunch of them to their library, don't really care and that's totally fine with me! it's a considerably small thing, and if you just wanna watch something without diving into the language or culture or anything, then you're totally free to, that's valid, honestly

just. that's not what those words mean, connotation-wise and every time I read "bro!" or "sis!" in Netflix's or even YT's subtitles I die a bit inside.

obviously I'm not Korean and if anyone who speaks the language well / lives in Korea and is well familiar with when those are used, wants to weigh in, feel absolutely free to!

but to break it down briefly, those are honorifics attached to a person's name if they're older than you, but not, like, significantly. older students, older colleagues at work if you're a bit more friendly with them, friends, and ( your actual ) siblings. they are normal and do not immediately imply you view the other person as a sort of sibling from another parent.

yes, they do basically translate to "older brother" / "older sister", but transcribing it with "bro" and "sis" respectively has an entirely different impact than what they are actually supposed to infer. it's a polite suffix, that can in certain situations also imply trust or a more intimate relationship, because otherwise ( especially outside of a school context ) you'd use 씨 ( shee ) after their name. just that nobody especially in a school context does that because they use 형 ( hyeong / hyung ) / 누나 ( noona ) and 오빠* ( oppa ) / 언니 ( eonnie / unnie ) — former is used by males and latter by females, both times to address an older 'brother' / an older 'sister' respectively — either alone or after their name.

the companion piece is adding 아 or 야 (-a for names with a consonant at the end or -ya for those with a vowel ) to the names of people younger than you ( or those you're close with ) — and for example in All Of Us Are Dead they do that all the time and it's not transcribed by cutesy-fying their names is it now. they just put their names into the subtitles and move on.

I personally think it'd be much better to simply use you in any other sentence and if some character yells 형! across the room in distress, to transcribe it with the other character's name for emphasis. that's for me personally the closest, connotation-wise.

or, you know, have hyeong / noona / eunnie / oppa* in the transcript / subtitles in italics and explain it with some translator annotation the first time it appears alone. but that's generally an issue with subtitles on such platforms I feel. they remove words when creating the subtitles and leave out such nuances because gods forbid they'd force casual viewers to pause the show to read the annotations akskdkf. either way,

tl;dr they don't use teen slang in kdramas all the time even if the subtitles would have you believe otherwise and it's probably a problem that stems from companies thinking they can't "bother" their customers with having to pause to read, but I think that's simply taking away important context to a depicted story and I'd really like it to stop, thank you.

*oppa is a bit special because it is also used as a sort of term of endearment by women towards their boyfriends, or like, when they flirt with them pre-relationship, so it can also imply a romantic interest, be mindful of that. but I'd assume then it'd be transcribed with some sort of babe or honey or something.

14 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

#2

week three of #got7revival: fave choreo

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35 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

can't believe my dear friend Jonathan is so polite he didn't even get angry when his host simply destroyed his shaving mirror, the only working mirror in the whole castle, especially after he didn't see him in said mirror, like, I get you are finally seeming to catch up but Jonathan pls catch up faster, I'm begging

36 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

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#my 2022 tumblr year in review #got7 #dracula daily #languages #neonlight posties #was leafmiilk #I'm not surprised about got7 being so far up my tag list kwkdkfkskd #and yes I untagged someone from the most reblogged list don't ask about it

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AEW x NJPW Forbidden Door 2022 - Initial Thoughts

Back in the Meij era of New Japan, during the beginning of AEW, it was said it'd never happen: and nobody believed that for a second.

3 years later here we are, validated by that skepticism. AEW and New Japan Pro Wrestling's first (and hopefully one of many) supercard hit the airwaves last night/early morning because UK times, and after some radio silence I have finally gotten around to watching it and giving you some of my quickfire thoughts on the show.

Spoilers for the event of course

Before I start anything I will address that people saying this card was 'cursed' because so many injuries are happening around it are being silly. Yes, the injury list AEW has is large, but we know nothing about all the return dates, and honestly only 4 wrestlers on that injured list were needed to be replaced on the Forbidden Door card; Punk, Ishii, Hiromu and Danielson. The show isn't cursed it's just that injuries had poor timing.

Buy-In

A big plus for AEW going back to multiple matches because DoN disappointed me with having the one buy-in match. Granted we could've slotted another women's match but given NJPW's track record we're lucky we got even one.

Love that we also have a Japanese ring announcer...who's having his own mini feud with Justin Roberts XD

Interested that they started with the Factory, but I guess Yoshi and Goto are a crowd pleaser, Goto's music is a grandiose banger too

We can complain a lot about how irrelevant the Factory are, but you cannot deny that QT gets the crowd reaction needed

Surprise match of Comoroto vs Archer, it was a lot more even then it seemed on paper, wonder if that means something for Comoroto

Chicago time is whiskey time

Lee got the pop, and the fist bump

Yeah could I inject about 10 20 more of Swerve vs Despy please and thank you?

I loved that tag match ngl that was main card caliber, had technique and story (I only bet against Swerve and Keith getting undone because Despy looks to be eyeing up the Pure title)

And Ricky 'Thank you for getting the reference' Starks and Hobbs did show up in Forbidden Door at least

I love the Acclaimed & the Ass Boys, they're my idiots, the pop was nice to hear too, the rap was good too

Oh Danhausen XD With the Ass boys song

Man Knight's got leaps

4v2 and my idiots still win, that surprised me. Thought the Dojo boys would pull an upset, but this one still has story

Main Card

Clever to get the JAS shenanigans out of the way, while also pulling on the popularity of Judas, Kingston and Suzuki

KAZE NI NARE

Kingston with that world champion level pop, ON SIGHT

Say what you will about Jericho but he bumped for Yuta so much that the crowd went rabid

I loved this match, though I think you could've added Takeshita and Taichi (or DOUKI for the BOSJ connection) to make it better, maybe seeing Tay get friendly fire dead again because that's always a pop and she sells great. Of course Jericho won because of the lopsided veteran level and Blood & Guts setup but I ain't mad

Kinda wish RPGV came out with Statlander and Chuck, or at least any Chaos guys, or Sue!

Jeffery Corn is still one hell of an athlete, no offense to him and Great-O-Chad but tbf I would've had Aussie Open in this match instead

Man Dax got injured early, that sucked

But he came back! Are we worked or shot?

FTR: 7 OF THE BEST. Great match, Dax really making a point of being Wrestler of the Year

Juice, phrasing...

Ah, they aren't New Japan tables though

Connors was of course a downgrade from Ishii but damn did that scrappy lad get over

Great finish as well, beaming for PAC finally getting some gold. Black will need gold soon though

It kinda saddens me that former world champ Shingo is KOPW champion. Also no special gear from the Dudes with Attitude, I was hoping Darby would do the NJPW Lion half-face

STING DIVING FROM THE ENTRANCE TUNNEL!

This is Ye Olde Young Bucks here XD

Ah ELP, WCPW/Defiant boys represent! But the nipple cripple? Really?

Sting did forget his spot there but it's fine, it's all good fun, he is in his 60s after all. The match ended soon after anyway and it was a nice fan pleaser

JAS you don't attack Shooter! How darest!

Lord does Rosa serve with the gear

The match was shorter than expected but it was still a good match

A lot do criticize Rosa's reign but between this and Deeb I'm hoping a corner's been turned. We also have to be grateful that Tony got this match on the card, it may not have happened had both not had Stardom ties

Bringing JR for flippydoos? Strange choice

No new music or gear for OC, too lazy for either

This is Anime in wrestling form

Again, love him or hate him, Billy Bird Bridges is a heck of a wrestler, wish he still had Elevated as his theme though

That was a 2.999 as I ever saw one

LAWD that final third was incredible, I was expecting a great match but, LAWD

SHIBATA!? I was expecting Chuck for the save but SHIBATA!?

CLAUDIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Even made a nod to the cameraman theory

Dude one-armed ZSJ from the outside, up the steps and threw him into the ring

I was 90% sure it'd be Claudio, because he's a perfect fit (it was not missed that my post with him and Regal started making waves too) for BCC and he can still fill in the 'beef with Kingston' part of Blood & Guts. But it did beget a question of the outcome, which is why I considered the Time Limit Draw

The story of Claudio having the strike power but ZSJ having the grappling was well told, it may've gone on a little too long in the middle portion - though to be honest I do have a limit with submission style wrestlers - but it was a good finish, welcome Claudio!

I got to the 4 Way and realised that it was just this and Mox/Tana left, this show has flown by

Still would've preferred the old IWGP World Title belt, also for Red Shoes to be reffing, Bryce and Aubrey are great but Red Shoes is like NJPW royalty of reffing

I did not expect Cole to be the one to make the first betrayal shot but it definitely makes sense, I expected Hangman to go for Okada though

Man, Okada's just so fucking Crisp. These are 4 of the best wrestlers in the world right now, and none of them 'look a particular way'

The match ended abruptly though, it was good, but it could've been more, didn't even get a Rainmaker. Seems like an audible was called with Cole getting injured, he walked on his own

To the dude who had the 'Pay MJF' sign, that's not the problem man, AEW have said multiple times that they're willing to pay him what he wanted

Should've expected the blood with a match like this, though I did wonder if Blood & Guts would've led to hesitation

Did...Did Tana just do the Kamigoye??

It was another good match, but it also felt cut short a little bit, I wonder if there was a timing problem

I don't think the big brawl was necessary to end things, especially since that shaved minutes off the match, but it is a matter of AEW having Blood & Guts 3 days later.

Conclusion

Overall, I freaking loved this PPV. Granted, there was some low spots with the abrupt endings of the World title matches (women's included) and a brawl ending, plus the looming presence of Blood & Guts and the unfortunate injury bug, but that low is still on the good bar. When your worst match is still good, you know you've done great.

Now that we've proven that Forbidden Door is a success, we should start planning next year to invest more into it. I'm talking all the stops; I want 2 days so we can give talent more time, I want more matches that use the talent pool, I want to see TJPW and Stardom involved so we can get more women's matches, and I want it to have its own specific slot that's not between another PPV and special episode.

If I were to pick my favourite match, it probably has to be Ospreay vs OC, just inching ahead of the All-Atlantic 4-Way because of that final third. But when it comes to whether I was entertained, surprised and invested throughout, the answer is Yes, Yes and God Yes.

Match Results and Predictions

Bishamon (Hirooki Goto & YOSHI-HASHI) def The Factory (QT Marshall & Aaron Solo) [Pinfall by Goto on Solo via Reverse DDT/Spinebuster combo] Lance Archer def Nick Comoroto [Pinfall via Blackout] Swerve in their Glory def Suzuki-Gun (Yoshinobu Kanemaru & El Desperado) [Pinfall by Lee on Kanemaru via Jackhammer] Max Caster & Gunn Club [Billy, Austin & Colten] w/ Anthony Bowens def NJPW LA Dojo [The DKC, Kevin Knight, Alex Coughlin & Yuya Uemura] (Pinfall by Caster on DKC via Mic Drop) Minoru Suzuki and Le Sex Gods (Chris Jericho & Sammy Guevara w/ Tay Conti) def. Eddie Kingston, Wheeler Yuta & Shota Umino [Pinfall by Jericho on Umino via Judas Effect] FTR (c) def United Empire (Jeff Cobb and Great-O-Khan) (c) & Roppongi Vice (Trent? and Rocky Romero) [Pinfall on Romero by Dax via Big Rig] - NEW IWGP TAG CHAMPIONS!! PAC def Clark Connors, Malakai Black and Miro [Submission on Connors via Brutalizer] - INAUGURAL AEW ALL-ATLANTIC CHAMPION!! Dudes with Attitude (Sting, Darby Allin and Shingo Takagi) def Bullet Club (The Young Bucks & El Phantasmo w/Hikuleo) [Pinfall by Takagi on ELP via Last of the Dragon] Thunder Rosa (c) def Toni Storm [Pinfall via Final Reckoning] Will Ospreay (c) w/Aussie Open def Orange Cassidy [Pinfall via Hidden Blade] Claudio Castagnoli def Zack Sabre Jr. [Pinfall via Ricola Bomb] Jay White (c) w/ Gedo def Kazuchika Okada, 'Hangman' Adam Page & Adam Cole [Pinfall on Cole] Jon Moxley def Hiroshi Tanahashi [Pinfall via Death Rider] - NEW INTERIM AEW WORLD CHAMPION!!

#forbidden door #aew #all elite wrestling #new japan pro wrestling #njpw #aew x njpw #hirooki goto #yoshi hashi #qt marshall #aaron solo #nick comoroto #lance archer #keith lee #swerve strickland #el desperado #yoshinobu kanemaru #the acclaimed #gunn club #danhausen #njpw la dojo #minoru suzuki #chris jericho #sammy guevara #eddie kingston #shota umino #wheeler yuta #ftr #jeff cobb #great o khan #roppongi vice

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I Love It When You Tell Me About Your Fish

A Block B Taeil fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

The gender neutral reader returns home from a disaster of a date to be consoled by roommate Lee Taeil. He too is hoping to find a partner, and the friends discover they have more in common than they realized.

1.9K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, no pronouns used, age gap with older reader, both Taeil and the reader have some autistic traits, reader is lied to (not by Taeil), food, polyamory mention, social skills therapist mention

Inspired by videos of what Taeil is looking for in a girlfriend and a tour of his fish tanks.

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The date ended quickly once the man of the evening admitted to being sixty. You could understand a well-worn face making someone seem older than they really were, but when too many of his cultural references sounded like your parents' generation you had bluntly asked his age and gotten the surprising result. Tossing your napkin to the table roughly, your firm voice carried in the quiet restaurant. “I am forty years old and specifically said on my dating profile that I was only looking for someone within ten years in either direction.”

“Everyone tells me I seem younger than I am,” the older man pleaded.

Standing suddenly, there was one final thing to say before walking out. “They must mean you are juvenile. You lied by omission and this date is at an end.” Too steamed to appreciate the light applause from a few of the staff as you made your way outside, you made sure to leave a decent hunk in the tip jar by the register as you exited. Their reaction to the show made you wonder if your would-be Romeo pulled his little trick often on dating apps.

If this inexpensive family restaurant was his regular date spot, they had probably seen multiple people sit through a wasted evening with the lout. The very idea that a stated boundary was seen as negotiable to some people made you wonder if you were better off single than trying again and again to find a partner. A short walk home worked out some of the adrenaline from the stressful interaction, but your shoulders still carried far more tension than before the ill-fated date.

The ring of keys clattering into the bowl by the door alerted Taeil to your presence. He popped out of his room before you even had shoes off and took in your mood with a glance. “Short date. Didn't go well, I take it?”

“You could say that.”

“Need to talk about it? Or we can drown your sorrows in root beer and monster movies if you would rather block it all out.”

Taeil's maturity often took you by surprise. Looking perpetually younger than his early thirties, you still thought of him like a young cousin until moments like these when he skillfully tended to your emotional needs. You felt lucky to have found such a good friend in a roommate, and his caring presence had already begun to lighten your mood.

Taeil shepherded you to the couch then left briefly for refreshments. While he was wrangling the popcorn popper, you opened the dating app to block tonight's jerk then sat there wishing you could leave a rating to warn others of his boundary crossing behavior. He wasn't even the first guy to think he would be an exception to your clearly stated age range rule.

While looking over the site for such a feature, you accidentally hit the button bringing up people meeting your criteria sorted by geographic proximity. Pretty much the last thing you needed after tonight's debacle, but what came onscreen gave you pause. There as the very first suggestion was a suspiciously familiar man in glasses with blunt cut bangs and shy smile. The username 'CorydoraLife' cemented it. With multiple tanks in the apartment and rented space in the back room of a marketplace, nobody else on the planet could be as into those fish as Taeil was.

This was certainly your roommate, and after a furtive glance toward the kitchen where you could just begin to hear the machine warm up kernels, you opened the profile before even thinking it through. The first thing to greet you was some attractive pictures of the man you were more familiar with in casual attire.

It was fair to say even in sweats you had caught yourself admiring your younger roommate from time to time, but he really cleaned up well. Turned out he had a body hidden under those baggy sweaters you saw him in all the time. His soft belly silhouetted in a fitted shirt looked particularly huggable.

Scrolling further you decided to read his description, just as a lark of course, and you appreciated how accurately he conveyed a sense of his charms. While the plentiful tattoos did not show in his pictures, Taeil was also upfront about them as an important aspect of his personality.

He was honest to the point of talking quite a bit about his special interest in fish. While you thought it probably was scaring some potential dates away, his insistence on being himself would save wasted time meeting people he could not click with and the approach, intentional or not, made sense.

All in all, Taeil's dating profile really did convey the man you knew. And when the facts about him were gathered together like that, he sounded pretty attractive in a way not really considered before. You were further lost in thought upon hitting the comment that he was pretty open to dating people older than himself, as long as they were not beyond his parents' age.  

“You didn't pick a movie yet, need some quiet time instead? I can always go back to my room.” The sudden voice at your side startled you. It was lucky the popcorn was not in your hands yet or it would have flown into the air at his words. Settling in at your side on the couch, Taeil could see he had unintentionally added to your stress. “So sorry about that. I can give you a shoulder massage to bring them back down from your ears if you would like.”

This was not an unusual offer from your roommate as you truly were that comfortable around each other. As tempting as the thought of his hands on you again was, given your own experiences with truthfulness tonight it seemed like speaking up would be the right thing to do. “I need to tell you, I found your profile on the dating app I use.”

Taeil squirmed a little. “That was fast, I just made the account while you were out, as short as that lasted. I figured as long as you were looking for somebody, I should be too.”

“Honestly, I wouldn't recommend the process if my lamentable dates have been anything to go by.”

He shifted away from your body. Looking to you then back to his lap, he quietly admitted, “I am going to keep it up. Been hoping to get my mind off someone unavailable.” He stiffened in a panic. “I should not have said anything. Please don't tease me about this.”

One of the many things you admired about Taeil was his guileless nature. In some ways he seemed like a fluffy yellow chick, innocent and naive as if new to the world, but there was a lot of yourself in that animal comparison too. Perhaps that was why you got on with him like nobody in your life before, other than that autistic cousin of yours and some delightful oddball friends online who lived scattered across the globe.

Unlike the others, this friend was here now, and needed a mood lift just as he had been offering to repair your own day. “I would never knowingly tease in a way that would hurt, Taeil. In fact, I think it is sweet you like somebody and I truly hope it works out in your favor.” The way you continued to ramble came from a place of affection, “Take heart, people can break up, and even someone in a good relationship might be polyamorous so maybe there is a chance for you after all. I can't imagine someone not being interested in you, unless they don't date men of course.”

“Thank you, but if it hasn't happened with them yet I don't think it will at all, and I will not press.” Taeil slumped down, making his slight frame seem smaller than usual. “Not really feeling in a movie mood anymore so if you don't mind, I'll go back to my room.”

You sat there stunned in his absence. That poor man. All this time you had been caught up in your own romantic woes and never thought to ask how your roommate was doing in his own life. Some friend you were, quite the dunderhead. And then it hit you with a glance at the screen. Were you possibly the one Taeil had on his mind? It did not seem likely given your age gap, and no indication of interest on his side. But maybe? You had been pretty oblivious about plenty of things before. The next appointment with your social skills therapist was going to be full of questions.

In the meantime, you acted impulsively and took the risk of clicking the button on Taeil's profile to convey an interest. Even if you were not the person he had in mind, you felt it important to let him know where your mind was when it came to your roommate and that you considered him dating material. The realization that you might be a little in love with him already could wait for a positive response to your app activity.

Taeil must have had his phone out and seen the notification live for he came busting out of his room in an instant. “Do you really mean it?” Waving the phone bearing your profile, he added, “You have always seemed so mature to me. I figured you could not want a younger man, especially after all my hints went unanswered.”

You took a hand, drawing him down to the couch again. Taking his phone, you scrolled down to the section on who you would consider and showed him the age range certainly included himself at thirty-one. That cleared up, you had a question of your own. “What hints, Taeil? I am completely clueless.”

He detailed a litany of kindnesses performed since moving in, none of which had said anything to you other than what a thoughtful man he was. But now taken into consideration, from what you had seen of him around others, Taeil did not seem particularly perceptive about the needs and tastes of acquaintances, except when it came to you.

Thrilled by his finally openly expressed interest, you answered, “I would love to give us a chance. I have never gotten along with anybody as well as you. Nobody else listens to my infodumps for one thing, and that is a big deal to me.”

Taeil broke into a grin. “And you always let me ramble all I want to about the corydoras.” He laughed, “Not even my family puts up with that.”

“Your fish facts are always interesting to me, Taeil. How could they not be fascinated?”

His smile at this news was brighter than you had seen before. “Now how about that movie?” Cuddled closer than ever with his legs flung across your lap and arm in arm, Taeil watched adoringly as the movie flickered across your face. He could get used to this change in your friendship, which was exactly the same thought you had.

Taking none of the movie in, your mind was completely consumed with the dear man at your side and the dates you were planning to take him on beginning tomorrow. If all went well, you figured there was a good chance of couple tattoos in your future.

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