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xeulousluv · 3 years

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AN: Hello everyone, I am fairly new to posting on this app, so therefore I am still learning how to use it. Hehe :) Anyways, I hope you are having a great day!

Warning: Nothing really, maybe a little bit of angst?

Zayn and Y/n broke up and all he’s left with are the videos she took during their senior year of high school.

September 1st, 2010:

The camera was set up in her hand as she was slightly fixing her hair, a huge smile plastered on her makeup covered face. He always thought she looked better without makeup, but sometimes you couldn’t beat the insecurities.

“Here we are, the first day of senior year! How are we feeling, Zayn?”

Next to her stood himself, a much younger version of himself. Two years to be exact. He was almost unrecognizabel, with his usual high school attire adoring his body. A white tee-shirt, black skinny jeans, and not to mention his varsity football jacket hanging off of his shoulders. She looked lovingly at her boyfriend, her eyelashes beating against the softness of her rounded cheeks.

“I’m ready to get out of here, the last three years were the upmost worst years of my life.” Zayn spoke truthfully, he hadn’t expected to make it past the ninth grade, but with the help of Y/n, he managed to make it all the way to his graduating year. Y/n gave him an offended look before responding, “Hey! If it weren’t for these last three years, you would’ve never met me, let alone had the courage to talk to me. Am I really that bad?”

She laughed out while speaking, all so he knows that she is joking and would never accuse him of thinking such things. Though, he was already two steps ahead of her and was laughing along at her sad attempt of looking offended. “Of course not, baby. You are what kept me going.” With that, Zayn kissed her temple and she let out a small giggle before stopping the camera.

September 5th, 2010:

Random small talk was heard on the computer sitting in front of Zayn, before her face showed with a bright glow. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. She was laughing at something her friend Emery said, though it was completely inaudible, he just let the smile take over his face hearing her laugh again.

“I don’t exactly know why I turned this on, but hello! We successfully made it through the first week of school, and let me just say, it was not fun. The teachers still hate me.” Again, Y/n laughed towards the camera.

“I remember this one time last year when Mr. Lambert threw me out of class because I wouldn’t stop laughing. In my defence, he was talking about the safety of condoms and Zayn kept mocking him. That was a detention worth going to.” Zayn remembered that day clearly. He sat to the left of Y/n, Mr. Lambert’s first mistake, and would whisper in her ear how he would show her the proper way to wear a condom when they got to her house that night. To say he did end up showing her was an understatement.

The camera then turned to her friend before she continued on with what she was saying, “Anyways, Emery here, has informed me about this back to school party for seniors at Anthony Stilettos house. So, we are heading to the mall so we can get a nice looking outfit for tonight. I’ll see you guys later!” And with that the camera switched off.

He thought that was the end of the video, but when she popped back on his screen, he was pleasantly surprised. She wore a black dress that just reached her knees, the end of it rippled and flew each time she took a step. Her hair and makeup was done, and her shoes matched her dress, she really was the most beautiful person he has ever met.

Without saying anything, Y/n moved the camera to where the view was now on Emery. She wore a simple tight red dress that fit her like a glove, she was placing bobby pins in her hair before realising a camera was watching her every move. Emery turned away from the mirror Y/n had in her room, and started making random poses into the camera. The video finally ended with Y/n facing the camera back to herself while laughing at it.

October 7th, 2010:

It was homecoming. Their final homecoming, and of course, Zayn asked her to be his date. He didn’t go all out like the previous years, this particular year was asked right after they finished giving each other their all. They were bunched up together, all sweaty and breathless, and that is when Zayn asked her to go to homecoming with him. He thought it was gross because of their previous activities, but Y/n thought it was sweet, endearing even. It was personal and intimate, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Plus, she was tired of all the attention that comes with getting asked to homecoming.

Her dress was a beautiful shade of baby yellow, Zayn wore his usual black suit but with a yellow tie and a yellow rose pinned to his coat pocket. The night couldn’t have been anymore magical.

“Z, are you ready to go? Emmy and Dallas are waiting in the car.” Her soft voice echoed through the speakers, she was worried about being late. But more so, excited about what the night had planned for the couple. Zayn was fixing his hair, like he does any other day, however today, he wanted to look his absolute best. “Just one more second, love. Gotta look perfect before leaving these four secured walls.”

Y/n rolled her eyes into the camera before another smile took over her face. It only got wider as he finally announced that he was ready.

“Baby, you look handsome! You don’t need all that hair gel, make one wrong move and we’re calling you Uncle Jesse.” Zayn scoffed, his hands finding their place on her hips, him being pressed up against her back. His chin resting on her shoulder, they looked so in love. They were so in love.

October 31st, 2010:

Fall was Y/n’s favorite season, meaning Halloween was by far her favorite holiday. She squealed into the camera when Zayn walked out in his Peter Pan costume. “Baby, you look so fucking adorable!” She cooed, though Zayn was having none of it. “Do we have to go to this party? Can’t we just stay in and watch scary movies, I promise I will protect you if you get too scared!”

He knew it was no use, Y/n had been going on and on about Anthony’s costume party for the past week, so when she started laughing, Zayn internally groaned. “Brave of you to assume I will get scared during a horror movie. How about we go for just an hour, then you and I can come back here and watch whatever movie you want?”

At that, his ears perked, he could go for an hour. That gives him all the more time alone with his love. “Hocus Pocus? That’s my favorite.”

“Yes baby, we can watch Hocus Pocus, do this for me, and I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” A grin was stretched across his face as she leaned up and gave a peck to his lips. Adoration shining brightly in her eyes as she looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, Zayn. More than you will ever know.”

December 31st, 2010:

“Hola, my favorite people! Happy New Years Eve, I hope you guys are having a good day. My family is having a little party to bring in the new year, even though you won’t be watching this until later when I decide to post it, I hope you guys have an amazing holiday. Be safe now. Bye!”

Christmas and New Year’s was hard for Y/n. She had major separation anxiety for everyone she grows close to, so not being able to see the people she loves for a whole two weeks was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, Zayn went back to Bradford for the holidays, so he wasn’t there to keep her calm. All she had was the emails and messages he would send her.

However, that night was different. She didn’t know what it was, but the air felt more intoxicating. There was something she was missing and the young girl couldn’t put her finger on it.

Emery got ahold of Y/n’s camera without her noticing, pressing the ‘record’ button and smiling.

“Hi, as many of you may know, my name is Emery White. Before questions start racing through your head about where Y/n is, she is currently in the kitchen talking to one of her neighbors, and she knows nothing about this so, shhh!” Emery held her index finger up to her mouth, even though she is talking to a camera.

“So, the time is now 11:58, meaning it is almost New Year’s and I got a message from a good friend of mine to get her camera and start recording. Oh wait, she’s coming over! Act normal!”

“Emmy? Why do you have my camera, wait no, when did you get my camera?” Emery turned her neck to look at Y/n, and smiled while looking at her friends confused face. “It’s almost midnight, I figured we could record the big moment for your journal thing.”

Y/n looked at her watch and sure enough, it was 12:59, and the people around her were counting down. By the time Y/n looked back at her friend, Emery had switched her position to behind the camera, her smile now stretching to her eyes. She gave a confused smile towards the camera before shaking her head.

10..

9..

8..

A tap was felt on Y/n’s shoulder making her turn around, not believing her eyes, she had to do a double take. There he was in all of his glory. Zayn stood in front of her with a bouquet of random flowers, her eyes widening in complete shock.

3..

2..

Before she could fully process his presence, Zayn had planted his lips against hers in what he would call, one of their best kisses. His arms went around her waist while hers were around his neck, keeping him as close as humanly possible. She was the first to pull away from the kiss, tears forming at the bottom of her eyes but never fell. Zayn pulled her back, this time her face went into his neck as he whispered out a small, “Happy New Years, baby.”

May 22nd, 2011:

Senior prom, a day Y/n has waited her entire life for. Getting all dolled up for one night of perfection sounded glorious. Unlike most people, her dress doesn’t reach the floor but goes a little ways past her knees. It was a light shade of green, she wasn’t usually one for the cliche pink and blue, and her stomach was laced over showing her belly button peircing. She felt on top of the world, the most gorgeous she has ever felt in her entire life.

Zayn was in a nude tuxedo, a lightish green tie tucked into the blazer. “It’s prom day, baby, how do you feel?” The now well-known camera placed in front of his face, though he paid no attention to it, but really the girl behind it. “Like I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. How did I get so lucky, hm?”

The blush was evident on her face, he could see it perfectly now even with the camera facing him and not herself. He could still see the light in her eyes. Looking back on it, he couldn’t imagine living his life without her, how could he let her go?

It wasn’t like they got in a fight or anything, Zayn and Y/n were going to different colleges and he didn’t want to do the whole long distance thing. He felt she deserved better than that. So even though the breakup was absolutely not a mutual agreement, Y/n somewhat understood and let him walk away.

“You’re such the charmer, Zayn. Always got me blushing for no good reason.”

“I would be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t.”

Now turning the camera to face both of them, Zayn placed a kiss on her lips before turning off the camera and letting their night go on as best as it could, for it would be one of the last good memories they have. Except at the time, neither of them knew the last time would actually be the last time.

June 4th, 2011:

“Hey everyone, I just want to start off by saying congratulations, we made it. Graduating today was the most amazing feelings, and I’m sure you all can agree with me. The past four years have really taught me a lot, I know I sound like the Mallory Barnes, our valedictorian that gave the speech today, but I’m serious, you all have been amazing. Teachers included.”

Y/n wasn’t in her usual attire. She was in a comfortable baggy hoodie, and that’s all you could see as her camera was propped on the desk in the corner of the room. Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and her glasses were sat perfectly on her nose. What no one could notice was the slight puffiness to her eyes, the way they were red and tired. But Zayn noticed, however. When Y/n first uploaded this to her instagram, Zayn couldn’t bare to watch it, so seeing it now definitely brought back a feeling he tried too hard to push away.

“In the past four years I have learned about friendships, I learned about love, and I learned about heartbreak. I have got to say, high school brought me some really great friendships that I will cherish forever. I am finding it very difficult to say goodbye, but we are bound to go off and do bigger and better things. The future awaits for us.”

“I just want to thank you guys for the amazing memories, and I hope you guys make your dreams come true.” Y/n sighed into the camera, she was really bad at saying goodbye, though you would think it would be easier considering no one likes high school. However, Y/n loved every single second of it, maybe not the learning but the memories made.

“Now, I am going to get really sappy for a minute and say a massive thank you to the man who has loved me for the past four years. Zayn, I know we haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you’re probably not even watching this, but just know that I am so proud of you. I don’t know how I could not be. I really hope you make something wonderful of yourself. You were by far my favorite part of this journey. Thank you for sticking with me and for loving me. And even though we aren’t together anymore, I love you.”

“We almost had it all, didn’t we?”

AN: Yeah, I don't think I like this babahahah. Love the concept but someone out there could definitely write it better.

#zayn mailk #zayn x reader #zayn malik fanfic #zayn malik angst #angst fanfic

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silverbyuls · 3 years

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( lee hyeri, cis female, muse i ) oh snap! is that SHIN EUNBYUL they work over at high volume where some of the other employees have labeled them as THE AVERAGE JOE. that’s probably because they can be a bit ( optimistic. ) but also pretty ( dishonest. ) they’re TWENTY TWO and they’ve been living in woodstock for TWENTY TWO YEARS. it must be their shift because i totally hear THE CRANBERRIES blasting from the record store. ( a little tikes piggy bank tucked under the bed, clothing label sticking out from the back, snap clips with varnish peeling off, jelly shoes with the strap taped together, leaving lisa frank stickers along record crates ) @volumeupdates

BIO

the luke hemsworth of the family but middle child

goes by byul

tried to go by ‘e.b.’ but her mum went berserk because she’d reduced her name to two letters for the ease of her yt friends and her brother bullied her for being e.t’s ugly sister so now she tries to go by silver star (her name translated into english) but it doesn’t quite stick

claims that her older sister and younger brother stole all her beauty, brain cells and height

family invested everything into older sister so she could go to college in new york: savings, loans, moved to smaller house which is even further from the town centre

brother requires all attention as he has high hopes of getting into college on a baseball scholarship and she lowkey can’t wait until he’s far away from woodstock

her grades have always been average so no one expects her to leave – her parents talk about how nice it is that she’ll be with them forever but she knows that’s because they want her to take care of them when they’re old … which she would! if they didn’t live in woodstock

she tells them she’s going to move to california, but they think she’s as serious about that as she is about wanting to go to college, or becoming supermodel of the world, or an olympic swimmer, when she has average grades, of average height, and can’t even swim

if her life was a movie, she’d have fallen asleep in the first ten minutes – it has always been so boring and uneventful, so she lives up in her head with her fake scenarios to keep things interesting – most of the time, they’re taken straight from a book or magazine

sometimes these thoughts spill over into reality because she can’t fathom the idea of people realising she’s as plain as she is, and her little white lies give her a bit of sparkle to stand out (in her opinion)

but she will get to california!

she even has a plan:

she’s been working at freddy’s diner since she was fifteen, escaping to high volume whenever she can, a place where she can pop her headphones on during her breaks and pretend she’s getting ogled at on venice beach, but she’s terrible at saving so seven years later she’s still grinding

once she graduates high school, she has enough time for a second job and she’d dropped enough hints in front of jerry for him to kindly offer her a job. after all, she spends as much time in high volume as she does at freddy’s so there’s not much of a difference once she becomes an employee -- still floating around the place, sipping on her coke can, either people watching or people chasing -- except now she has access to the register

after a big argument with her parents, she ended up moving out into a place in the middle of town. that was never part of the plan because saving was easier when she lived at home. she’ll say things got really bad but really, she was just getting closer to her target and she wanted a valid reason to put it off for a bit longer

she was only supposed to do it once – stealing from the cash register. it was just right there, no one was around, and she thought it was going to be her last shift because jerry was angry at her for being late again (granted, he hadn’t actually been mad, but it was one of those days when everything felt personal)

besides, she’d overheard a group of girls she’d idolised in school talk about how they stole some underwear and they made it sound so cool

she felt like everyone could hear her heart thumping against her chest as she walked out of the store but the day after, no one said anything about it, no one even noticed, and she wasn’t fired. so she did it again, and again, and again, and eventually she didn’t even bat an eyelid

the extra money was supposed to help her reach her goal faster but, again, she’s terrible at saving and her parents are so hardworking, she can’t help but feel guilty and buy nice things for them every once in a while and when they ask where she got the money from, she lies and says jerry gave her a bonus for being a good employee

on the other hand, if they’ve had an argument, or they’ve forgotten about her again, she’ll have a full on les-mis-i-dreamed-a-dream episode then splurge out on a cute jacket because it’s hers and it’s new! rather than worn out hand-me-downs from her sister or brother!

started her own side hustle called the separation agency – inspired after a customer at high volume asked her to help him break up with his boyfriend. so she’s the messenger for people who have things to say but don’t have the balls to say it to someone’s face themselves. usually they’re horrible messages, like break ups. she’s had like three customers and tries to promote her side hustle whilst on her shift at high volume

she thinks her “business” could actually thrive in a bigger city which is just another reason why she needs to get out of woodstock – it’s holding her back!

anyway, jerry’s missing, which is perfect for her because she gets to come in late and not get told off, and maybe steal a little more than she usually does

PERSONALITY:

when she’s around people, she seems like an extrovert: bubbly, talkative, dramatic ... which uses up a lot of her energy and her social battery is weak, so needs her own space often, and likes doing nothing by herself so sometimes she’ll lie to get out of plans or bail last minute

she has big dreams, and talks about all her big plans, but has leaving anxiety which is why she’s shit at saving and makes up excuses as to why she can’t leave just yet

has main character syndrome -- likes to live her life as a romcom, most of her lies revolve around her love life because she wants to be seen as desirable, but also will overanalyse everything

sensitive, passionate, immature, sympathetic, fickle, clumsy, dramatic, caring, head in clouds

will pretend to knows things to fit in like ~hipster~ bands or anything really, depends on the crowd

could gladly spend all day talking to customers at work then the next day she’ll prefer to day dream in the storage room

rides a bike to and from work and almost everywhere else too -- the only one out of her siblings who had to bike to school because small car and siblings took up all the space -- she’s had the same bike since high school

loves spice girls but feels like she’ll be judged so keeps quiet and plays it when she’s closing

honestly could hate you one day and have a crush on you the next but you wouldn’t even know it -- a vicious cycle

collects stickers and leaves them everywhere and on everyone - often passive aggressive through them, basically uses them like emojis

will try to order food and get others to pay for it - especially kfc, never gets to eat the drumsticks at home so will honestly cry if people steal the drumsticks from her

buys lottery tickets and scratch cards because she has a 50/50 chance of winning

WANTED CONNECTIONS: (current connections)

start up: stolen str8 from a kdrama that ruined my life hehe her parents set her up with a pen pal to keep her busy out of guilt because they’re so busy with her siblings and work and obviously she romanticises it !!! her parents would’ve asked to lie a little bit, just so she’d be writing to someone she’d easily obsess over -- love island vc: someone who ticks all the boxes

xoxo gossip girl: someone who loves a good gossip sesh -- they probably send 👀 at each other across the store when things feel a bit tense, which is code for ‘meet me in the storage room’ so they can chat away for the rest of their shift

lunch stealer: she makes her own lunch every day and is extremely protective over it but one day it went missing and she knows it was them (maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t) so now they are her sworn enemy

sister’s/brother’s friend: therefore an automatic enemy

shut up: someone who just tells her to shut up because she chats so much shit and she’s insane - just sandra x dina vibes from superstore (x)

carpool karaoke: she hates cycling in when it’s raining, so either she’s trying to get them to be her designated driver or has already succeeded and is annoying about it

crush #1: someone she has a crush on (more of an infatuation) and they’re not interested in her in the slightest but in her head they’re giving her mixed signals and she has made up a fake boyfriend to try to make them jealous

crush #2: someone she thinks has a crush on her. either because they’re nice or tease her or just mean, it doesn’t matter, she’s insane so she’ll interpret it however she wants

ex: they never broke up, or even dated, but she thinks something almost happened between them and she thinks she cut things off by giving them space

separation agency: someone who once used the agency either out of the kindness of their heart or for a different reason entirely and now she won’t stop pestering them to try and get them to use it again

no thots just vibes: i just like this gifset tbh (x) and we can brainstorm !

#volumeintro #*releases into the wild*

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cozycryptidcorner · 2 years

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I'm sure there is a place to complain but I'm just so tired, in some defense, they were incredibly busy, but they were making people's meds as they were picking them up so idk why my dad's was the one that got pushed like that, I went through the long ass line and picked up what I originally thought was everything, they didn't say there was anything else and they made those after I got to the pick up counter, so I go out and dad is like yah no there's supposed to be more, so I go back in, wait in another long ass line and when I get there and I tell em I'm missing scripts, they tell me to go to drop off, so I go to a separate long line and wait then tell the lady that we're missing scripts, she tells me it'll be 20 to 25 minutes of waiting, mind you it's already been an hour or so, so I'm like sure whatever I'll be over in that corner waiting, an entire hour goes by, the pharmacy is starting to empty out and they're close to closing when a different lady asks what I'm waiting for, I give her the name and his bithdate, she looks it up then goes over and starts putting it together, start to finish they spent 5 minutes... I paid and left which is when I got to the car and saw my poor dad in bad shape, so I stopped and got him Wendy's cause he finally had some meds to help him not throw up all his food and I was too exhausted to cook, man was so out of it he couldn't muster the strength to sit up to put his seat belt back on, and I didn't have the heart to nag him about it. We got home and I sorted all his meds out trying to figure out what he needed to take now and what could wait, which is when I realized they originally didn't give us the 2 most important meds so if we had just left with what they gave us he'd be double fucked. So I made little labels for him and explained he needed to drink lots of water and how to take some of his meds, and after he fell asleep on the couch I went to my room cause I have a massive headache from all of this and I still have work tomorrow. Also in case I never told you, my birthday is a curse, and the closer to the day it gets, the worse things get. Happens every year without fail. Pretty suspicious that my dad has been absolutely fine through all of covid and as soon as it's close to my birthday he's sicker than he's ever been in his entire life. I'm a plague upon my family and everyone knows it. It's literally a running "joke" that my birth was a curse because most major bad events seem to coincide with my birthday and it's been like that since the day I was born. I came outta the womb bringing chaos and misfortune and it's yet to stop. Mayhaps that's the depression and anxiety talking but ya girl got a track record. Seriously it's every year and it isn't even like 1 or 2 events, it's usually multiple events that get progressively worse the closer it gets to the date, and usually things don't start to get better for me mentally till about mid to late February. Can it just be March already, I don't think I have the strength for this year. 😭💜🐼

:\ that sounds like a nightmare, I can't believe that. I remember you telling me about the birthday curse, though! I completely understand, I honestly think my birthday's a curse too. The only time I really celebrate it when I'm by myself :| let me send you some things! I've got some Art Stuff I either need to shelve or give out, and I know you're a bit of a maximalist when it comes to decorating.

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magicalmarauder · 4 years

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Missing Piece Pt. 2

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 4k+

Summary: Part 2 to Missing Piece! Following the aftermath of the near-death experience and harsh words exchanged in a crowded ER. What will happen between Shawn, his daughter, and yourself? Will you find your way back to each other or is this the end of your unique little family before it could really even begin?

Read Part 1 here!

After watching you run out of the hospital emergency room, Shawn took a deep breath before heading to the front desk and inquiring after his daughter. Although Madi was the one admitted for shortness of breath due to a severe allergic reaction, Shawn felt as if he was the one who was unable to breathe and the only cure to that feeling would be to have his daughter in his arms once again, alive and well. Realistically, he knew that she was just fine and would make a full recovery, but his paternal instinct was on high alert at the moment and refused to stop triggering the alarm in his brain until he finally saw his daughter.

“I’m here for Madelyn Mendes,” Shawn stated to the nurse at the front desk. “I’m her father.”

The nurse nodded, taking a look at his driver’s license that he had handed over before filling out a visitor badge and giving him instructions on how to find his daughter in the crowded maze of ER beds.

Without wasting a second, Shawn sprinted through the double doors that separated the waiting room from the treatment area, following the directions given to him with bated breath, eyes scanning each bed restlessly, looking for the familiar curly locks and big, brown eyes.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he muttered to himself, becoming increasingly more inpatient with each second that ticked by without sign of his daughter.

“Daddy?” A small voice sounded from his right. Whipping his head to the side, he let out a sigh of relief as he saw his precious little girl, looking scared and a little overwhelmed, but relatively unharmed.

“Angel,” Shawn sighed, taking two big steps and scooping his daughter up in his arms, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, swearing that he was never going to let her out of his sight ever again.

He felt two little arms wrap themselves around his neck and tears land on his shirt as he listened to the soft sniffles of his four-year-old.

“Are you okay, baby?” He asked. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there with you, but I’m here now and I’m not leaving your side, okay? I love you so, so much. I don’t know what I would ever do without you,” he cried, pressing kisses to her forehead, cheeks, nose, basically anywhere his lips could reach.

“I love you too, daddy,” her sweet voice responded and Shawn swore it was like music to his ears. He would never tire of hearing those words from his precious little princess. A few tears leaked out of the corner of his eyes as he held her tighter to himself, allowing his heart to slow and his anxiety to recede. She was okay. She was here in his arms where she belonged and nothing was going to take her away from him. He would fight tooth and nail to make sure that no harm ever came to her ever again, whether intentionally or accidentally, such as this little incident.

“I’m okay, daddy, I promise,” Madi reassured, pulling back slightly to look in her father’s eyes and Shawn had to bite back a sob. She was so brave, his little angel. In this moment where he should have been comforting her, here she was needing to reassure him.

Shawn closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to her forehead, breathing her in one more time.

“I know, baby, I know. You just scared me is all.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, baby, no,” he protested. “It’s not your fault. Was an accident is all. We’ll just have to be careful from now on, though, hmm? No more trips to the hospital, okay?”

Madi giggled at his weak attempt at humor. “Okay, daddy, I promise to not eat any more cinnamon, okay?”

“Good,” Shawn stated firmly, tapping her lightly on the nose, bringing a small laugh out of the little girl.

“Where’s your doctor, baby?” He questioned, placing her back down on the small hospital bed. “I want to hear what he has to say.”

Madi shrugged, crawling into Shawn’s lap and resting her head against his chest, causing Shawn’s heart to nearly combust with love. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that this amazing little girl was a part of him. She was his and he was hers, forever. And it seemed like every day his heart grew a little bit more as his love for her increased. It was moments like these where she would casually plop herself down in his lap and look at him with so much trust and admiration that he felt like his heart could just burst from the feelings it evoked within him.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, angel?” He responded, looking back down at his little girl who was gazing up at him with a small frown on her face.

“Where’s Y/N?” She asked, pout prominently in place.

Shawn flushed at the question, the events from only a few short minutes ago racing back into his mind. “Umm, I told her that it would probably be best if she left.”

Madi’s frown only deepened, not understanding why he would do such a thing. “Why?”

Shawn’s guilt only grew at that question. Truth is, now that he knew Madelyn was ok, safe and sound in his arms, he was able to think clearly once again, meaning he recognized that the way he treated you was out of line. However, with the adrenaline pumping through his body, his only instinct had been to get to Madi and ensure her safety. And in that craze of panicked paternal instincts, you had falsely been labeled as a threat and blame placed upon your shoulders.

“I was worried about you, Madi. I wasn’t thinking clearly,” Shawn stuttered out. “I knew she had been the one watching you and, in my fear, I guess I blamed her for what happened. I told her she didn’t belong here.” Shawn cringed as he admitted the truth to his daughter, the full weight of the words he had spoken to you crashing back to his consciousness. How could he have spoken to you like that? You had been nothing but perfect towards him and Madi since you had started dating. He constantly told you how their lives were missing something until you had come into the picture. And he meant it. Every word. He knew Madi saw you as a motherly figure. He definitely saw you as his future wife and mother to his children. How could he speak to you like that? You must be so devastated right now.

“Can we call her, daddy?” Madi questioned, looking up at him with shining eyes. It always amazed him how compassionate and empathetic his little girl was. She felt the pain of others in such a real way and was always so determined to help those hurting in whatever way she could. Shawn was incredibly proud and amazed at how she had gotten such admirable qualities and at such a young age too! “I don’t want her to feel bad,” Madi continued. “It wasn’t her fault.”

Shawn nodded. “I know, baby. It was an accident. It could have happened to anyone. Accidents happen. I’m just glad that you’re okay. And yes, of course, we can call her. I need to tell her I’m sorry too.”

“Yeah, you do,” Madi admonished seriously and despite the worry churning through his stomach on how you would possibly forgive him after this, he couldn’t help but smile at his daughter’s words. She was a very bold little thing and never failed to call people out when necessary, especially her father.

Pressing another quick kiss to Madi’s forehead, Shawn grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and dialed the familiar number, foot tapping anxiously against the floor as he waited with bated breath for the love of his life to pick up. “C’mon, sweetheart, answer the phone,” he murmured to himself as he listened to the other line ring and ring before finally going to voicemail.

Shawn sighed, hanging up, not totally surprised that you didn’t pick up. You had only just left the ER after all and he knew how strict you were about texting and driving. You were probably still in the car, on the way home. Or at least he could only hope. He groaned internally as he again recalled the words he had spoken to you. “Leave.” “She’s not your daughter.” “I don’t want to see you right now.”

“I really messed up,” Shawn moaned, head falling down in guilt and fear. He couldn’t lose you. He just couldn’t.

***

After receiving the final medical clearance from the doctor and going through the entire discharge process, Shawn pulled up to your shared home a few hours later, a pit forming in his stomach as he saw that your car was nowhere to be seen. The last bit of hope he had been holding onto quickly left as he realized you truly weren’t there. He had of course sent you multiple calls and texts following that first call, apologizing profusely, begging you to call him back, and letting you know that Madi was okay. But nothing yet. Not even a text. At this point, he just wanted to know that you were okay. You had sold your apartment months ago when you had moved in with him and Madi and the nearest relative of yours was hours away. If you weren’t at home, where could you be? As he had learned today, he was prone to panic and overreaction, so his mind immediately went to the worst possible place, imagining your car overturned in a ditch or you alone, overrun by a group of dangerous men.

Unbuckling Madi from her car seat, he wrapped her in his arms and sprinted up the walkway and through the front door, calling your name, holding onto one last shred of hope that you would be there. But nothing. No response. He saw the plates set out on the table, the beginning of this entire disastrous situation on full display. He saw your bedroom, completely untouched. All of your things were still neatly stacked in your closet, which relieved his anxiety slightly. At least you hadn’t packed up and left him. Or at least, if you had, you hadn’t taken your things with you.

Setting Madi down in her play room, Shawn whipped out his phone again, this time calling everyone you knew. Friends. Family. Anyone who could have possibly heard from you. However, he didn’t have any luck. Everyone he talked to hadn’t heard from you all day, which only made him more fearful. Where could you possibly be?

Overcome with worry, Shawn finally calls one last number, waiting as the line rings before the familiar voice finally picks up.

“Mom?” He asks. “Can you watch Madi for a while? There’s an emergency.”

***

Groaning, you placed your arm firmly over your eyes to block the sun peeking through the curtains. Your head was pounding from both lack of sleep and the seemingly endless amount of tears that you had shed last night.

After running out of the ER, you knew you couldn’t go back home. Shawn clearly didn’t want you there and he was probably right in assuming that Madi wouldn’t want to see you either. You had nearly killed her after all. You hiccupped at that thought, a fresh batch of tears coming in as the events of the previous day replayed in your mind once again. Reaching toward the side table near the bed in the hotel room you had purchased for the night, you grabbed a fresh tissue, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose loudly.

Sitting up, you rubbed your sore eyes before walking into the bathroom to wash your face and make yourself somewhat presentable for the day ahead. You knew before anything you had to go to Shawn’s and get your stuff. In the haste to get to the ER and obviously not anticipating such a big blowout between you and your boyfriend, all of your things were currently at the house, including your phone charger. Sighing, you tossed your phone on the bed, realizing it was dead and probably had been for quite some time now. Shawn would usually get after you about keeping your phone battery charged in case of emergencies and he needed to contact you or vice versa. However, you weren’t too worried about that right now, doubting that Shawn would want to talk to you anytime soon. The things he said had been extremely hurtful. Yes, you understood that it was a high-stress situation and his daughter’s safety had been at risk, but you didn’t think you deserved to be spoken to in such a way. The worst part was not knowing if he had meant what he said or not. Were those things he had yelled in the heat of the moment, or was that really how he felt? Did he really not see you as a part of his family despite what he had always seemed to imply regarding your role in their lives?

You shook your head as if to clear it. If you continued down that thought trail, you would be a mess of tears again soon enough.

As you finished getting ready, you tried your best to keep your mind away from the situation at hand, knowing that you would completely break down. Shawn was the love of your life. He was your entire future. At least that was what you thought up until yesterday. And Madi. You knew you weren’t her biological mother, but you had always had a special bond with her and you liked to think that she was beginning to look at you as a motherly figure. Although it hurt that Shawn had blown up and blamed you for the entire situation, what hurt the most was his adamancy that you were not Madi’s mother and never would be. As your relationship with Shawn progressed, you thought that the two of you were on the same page when it came to Madi. You would never push her into something she was not ready for, but you would love her and care for her just as any mother would care for their child. In your eyes, and you had thought in Shawn’s eyes too, she was your daughter in every sense of the word but blood.

You groaned again, tears of hurt and frustration once again leaking out of your eyes. Hastily wiping them away, you grabbed your purse and the hotel room key, preparing yourself for the difficult afternoon ahead. You didn’t quite know what to expect when you arrived at the house, but if this is what Shawn wanted, you weren’t going to force yourself on either him or Madi. You loved them both dearly and if this was what was best for the two of them, you would go along with it without a fight.

***

Pulling into the driveway, Shawn turned the ignition off and rested his head against the steering wheel in both exhaustion and worry. He had been driving around all night in search of you. As soon as his mom had arrived to watch Madi, he took off, going to every place he thought you might be, but turning up empty. He had messed up, and now he feared he had lost you forever.

Shawn stayed in the car, knowing that as soon as he went inside he would be faced with several questions from Madi and he didn’t have any answers to give her at the moment. However, after a few more minutes, his ears perked up as he heard the sound of a familiar engine. Head snapping up, he looked in the direction of the sound and sure enough, there was your car making its way down the road and stopping right behind his in the driveway. Without hesitating, Shawn ripped the car door open and sprinted over to you as you made your way out of your own car.

“Y/N!” Shawn shouted in relief, bounding up to you and wrapping you tightly in his arms. “Where have you been? I’ve been so worried about you!”

You were stiff in his arms, not expecting this reaction from your boyfriend at all. You had mentally prepared yourself for cold looks and harsh comments, not worry and bear hugs.

Feeling your reluctance to return his embrace, he pulled away from you slightly to gaze into your eyes. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Where did you go?”

“I went to a hotel,” you murmured cautiously, trying to match this Shawn up with the one you last saw ordering you to leave the ER the day before. “I didn’t think you’d want me around after yesterday.”

Shawn grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “Baby, listen to me. I am so sorry about what I said to you, I didn’t mean one word of it,” he urged, eyes boring into your own as he willed you to believe the words he was saying now and forget the hurtful, untrue ones he had said yesterday. “I allowed my fear and panic to overtake my words and actions. I was so terrified that something so horrible could have happened to Madi that I jumped down your throat unfairly. It’s not your fault, sweetheart. I know you didn’t do it on purpose and I know you were just as scared as I was, and I certainly didn’t help with that.”

You looked up at him shyly through your eyelashes, cautiously taking in his every word. “I love you, baby. So much. And so does Madi. You mean the world to the both of us and I don’t know what we’d do without you. She actually got after me for treating you the way I did,” he admitted, a brief smile gracing his perfect lips. “Deserved every bit of that toddler wrath, too. I was horrible to you,” he sighed. “Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?”

He looked at you intensely, biting his lip in anticipation as he waited for your response. His anxiety grew as you remained silent, gaze now set firmly on the ground.

“Baby, look at me, please,” he begged, tears springing to his eyes as the fear of losing you skyrocketed.

Sniffling, your eyes met his once again, his heart breaking as he saw the hurt and brokenness reflected in your irises. “Did you mean what you said? That I’m not Madi’s mom and I never will be? I mean . . . I know I’m not her actual mom, obviously, but I thought you wanted me to be that motherly figure for her, and I thought we were actually getting there . . . I just -“

Shawn began shaking his head vehemently as you continued, finally interrupting you when he could no longer hear any more. “No, baby, no!” He exclaimed. “Gosh, I’m so sorry I ever said those things to you. So sorry I ever made you doubt your importance to this family! But that’s what we are, sweetheart. We’re a family. We may be a little dysfunctional, but I love it. I love us. You are the perfect mother to Madi, you are the love of my life, and you are the mother of any future children we may have. You love me so well. You love MADI so well. I can’t imagine where we would be without you. Just know that what I said yesterday did not have even the smallest ounce of truth. You’re perfect, baby. I love you and Madi loves you. You are our missing puzzle piece.”

Overcome with emotion, you broke down, tears streaming down your face as you threw yourself into Shawn’s arms, burying your face in his strong chest.

“Shhhh,” he cooed, stroking your back and pressing soft kisses to your head. “I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating. “I love you so much.”

After a couple minutes, your cries began to die down enough for you to pull away and look back up at Shawn, who also had tears streaming down his face. “I really am sorry, Shawn,” you murmured.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, baby. It was an honest mistake. We both just need to be more careful from now, on but thank God Madi’s okay. You’re okay. We’re all okay. Alright?”

You nodded, eyes closing in contentment as Shawn pressed another sweet kiss to your forehead.

“We are okay, right?” He asked hesitantly after he pulled away, eyes searching your own.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you smiled, fingers intertwining with his own and giving a reassuring squeeze.

“Good,” he grinned, his heart settling and feeling like all was finally well after an entire day of fear, uncertainty, and pain.

“I love you,” you murmured sweetly, blinking up at him.

A content smile made its way across his face. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he cooed, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as he brought his lips forward to meet your own in a passionate kiss.

You both pulled away after a few moments, sighing in contentment.

“Now,” he interrupted. “I think there’s someone who probably wants to see you.”

You grinned, bouncing on your toes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. Although you knew Madi was going to be fine when you left the hospital yesterday, you technically hadn’t seen her since she was still in the midst of an allergic reaction and struggling to breathe. You needed to see her and hug her in order to truly calm your fears. Luckily for you, the nosy little four-year-old had seemingly been watching your interaction from the window, because not two seconds after Shawn had said that, you heard the front door slam open followed by the sounds of excited giggles and running feet.

“Y/N!” She shouted, bounding up to you and jumping into your arms.

You squeezed her tightly, holding her to yourself and sending up a prayer of thanks that she was alive and well. You hadn’t been exaggerating when you said you saw her as a daughter. You truly loved this little girl. She had easily wormed her way into your heart and there was no going back. She had you wrapped around her little finger and always would, until the day you died.

“I missed you so much,” she sighed, tightening her grip on you as if afraid you would disappear again.

“I missed you too,” you promised, glancing over at Shawn, who had the most content look on his face as he watched the love that flowed so easily and freely between his two favorite girls.

“Thank you for saving me, mama,” Madi murmured shyly, burrowing herself further into the crook of your neck.

Eyes widening in shock, you looked up at Shawn to make sure he had heard the same thing and that you weren’t going crazy. Judging by his open mouth and wide eyes, you assumed you hadn’t made the whole thing up. Madi had actually called you mama!

You had never pressured her, but you had always secretly hoped she would one day feel comfortable enough to refer to you as her mom. It had been so long though that you had kind of given up on that thought, but now here you were!

Your hold on her tightened and you pressed a lingering kiss to her head. “I love you so much, baby, I’ll always be there for you.”

Shawn watched your interaction, fighting back tears as he was overcome by emotion. After having Madi and living as a single dad for so long, Shawn never could have imagined that anyone would fit so perfectly into his and his daughter’s lives. That was until he had met you. You had come in and surprised them both, worming your way into their hearts and filling a hole that they didn’t even realize was there. You were their missing piece and they were yours.

Shawn stepped forward and enveloped the both of you into his arms, pressing kisses to both of your faces and grinning as you both started giggling. His girls. His family.

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It was a small patch on his knee, like a scrape, but it wasn’t a scrape. It was stone. Blue stone.

And suddenly, worries and anxieties he hadn’t felt for CENTURIES came flooding back in a rush.

What if they saw?

What if they found out?

What if they realized that he wasn’t the real Hisirdoux?!

And now, now there were new anxieties, things he hadn’t worried about centuries ago.

What if they hated him?

What if they turned him away?

What if they never wanted to see him again?

What if Zoe’s face curled up in disgust as she realized she’d been kissing a troll mouth. Worse, a changeling mouth?

What was going on?! Why, why now, after centuries of no problems, was he turning to stone? He hadn’t once transformed back to his troll form—what if he was supposed to do that every so often, or it would start to leak through?

There had to be someone he could contact to find out. The Janus order—they’d know. Right?

So he snuck out.

When Archie’s snoring started, and Zoe’s breathing slowed down to the little puffs he knew meant she was deep in dreamland.

Douxie felt a weird ache in his chest at the thought of not hearing those little sounds again. He needed to fix this problem. Now. Before it spread.

So he crept through the streets, almost certain that he’d seen a bar with a sign that had two faces on it. Two faces. The Janus order. It was worth a shot, right?

So he went inside. There was only one solitary bar girl, and she gave him an odd glance. “Sorry. We’re closed tonight, kiddo. Reserved.”

“Gunmar,” he blurted. He didn’t know any changeling code, because that wasn’t one of the things Dictatious—Dictatious, he hadn’t thought about the many-eyed troll for so long—had told him. So he just blurted out the first thing that popped into his head.

The bar girl’s eyes widened. “Oh! Sorry. What’s the problem?”

“I’m turning to stone,” Douxie babbled, “I’m turning into stone, but I’m not trying to transform, it just happened, and I don’t know what’s going on!”

“Ooookay, you’re obviously new to this. Slow down. Show me.”

Douxie rolled up his pant leg to show her the blue stone spot on his knee. “Why’s it doing that?!”

She peered closely at it. “If I had to guess? I’d say your familiar scraped a knee. Weird. Normally the goblins take such good care of them.”

Douxie grabbed her sleeve as she turned to go. “How do I find out?”

She blinked at him. “Wow. You really don’t know anything about being a changeling, huh? Okay. Look. You can check in on your familiar any time you like. You just gotta.” She screwed her face up, made a retching noise, and spat at a mirror. Douxie jumped back.

“That’s disgusting!”

“Nah, look!”

Douxie steeled himself to look at the glob of spit on the mirror, and saw that it had transformed into an image of a little baby girl, asleep in a crib. “That’s…”

“My familiar. Cute little thing, isn’t she?” The image faded away. “You try.”

Douxie’s spitting wasn’t nearly as impressive as hers, but the image appeared. Hisirdoux was in a stasis trap, a bloody scrape on his knee. “That’s him!”

“An adult? Wow. You are a weird little changeling, aren’t you?”

“I wonder what happened…”

“Well, usually the familiars are babies. They don’t go anywhere. Yours probably just got loose, and fell before they got control of him again. If it’s really bothering you…” The changeling looked around. “Go to America. Arcadia Oaks. The leader of the Order lives there, Waltholomew Stricklander. He might be able to figure out what’s going on. Watch out, though, there’s a troll colony living there, and it is the homeplace of the trollhunter. Good luck.”

Douxie nodded and slipped away, creeping back inside the house he shared with Archie and Zoe before they woke up. It was just one scraped knee—like the changeling bar girl had said, it was probably just a problem with doing the sleeping spell on someone a little older. Nothing to worry about.

Until he woke up with thick lines of stone lashed across his chest.

No. No, no, no, no!

Douxie touched the stone lines delicately. They were just the right distance apart for a set of Gum-Gum claws. He yanked a shirt over his head, fast before Zoe or Archie saw. This was getting out of hand. He needed to get in contact with Stricklander.

Xxx

“America?” Archie asked, sounding slightly-disgusted, “Why America?”

Zoe grabbed his hand. “New York?! I’ve heard things about New York—we could be vigilantes! Do you know the crime rates there, Douxie? And we have to go to at least one rock concert, promise me!”

“We’re already vigilantes,” Douxie laughed, “Just the magical kind. What, you want to add muggers to our resume? No, not New York. I’ve got somewhere else in mind. Arcadia Oaks. Supposedly, it has a troll colony. And where there’s a colony of trolls, there’s bound to be… pest problems.” He gave Zoe’s hand a squeeze, some of her excitement leeching into him. And it was exciting! Leaving Europe for a totally new continent? Once he got this whole familiar thing sorted out, there wasn’t any reason not to have fun. “But I promise that we will go to New York and see a rock concert first.”

“Yessssss!”

Xxx

“Okay. Our first order of business ought to be looking for stable employment and—”

Douxie and Zoe both ignored Archie, hopping off of the bus and tearing around the city. “It’s so sunny here,” Zoe complained, “It’s like Italy all over again!”

“Oh, you liked Italy,” Douxie replied, “It is a bit bright, but—”

“Hey! What are you two kids doing out of school?!”

Douxie jumped as a police officer approached them. “Oh—we’re… new in town?”

The officer snorted. “I can tell.”

“I’m an adult. Actually.” Zoe offered, “I don’t have to be in school.” She pulled out an ID—when had she gotten a driver’s license?!

The officer squinted at it, then shrugged. “Alright, Miss Zoe, you’re off the hook. What about Skippy here?” He jabbed a thumb at Douxie.

“Wha—Skippy?!”

“Him?” Zoe said with a grin. “Oh, no. He’s a minor. Tiny little baby. Ship him off to school.”

The officer nodded, turning to Douxie. “And which school are you enrolled in?”

“Uhhhhh Aaarcaaadia Oaaaksss…. Academy?” Douxie tried, shooting Zoe a dirty look.

“Haven’t gotten your uniform yet? Alright, come on, in the squad car, I’ll take you to school. And you, Miss Zoe, try to be a better influence on him, will you?”

The officer dragged Douxie into the car, and Douxie mouthed “I’ll kill you” at a snickering Zoe. Actually, though, this was a good opportunity, while he was separated. “Hey, do you know anyone named Waltholomew Stricklander?” he asked the cop as he drove through the streets.

“No. Odd name. Closest we’ve got is a Walter Strickler. Teaches at the other school. Why?”

“Uhm. Just… looking for an old family friend. Thanks anyway.” Just his luck that there really was an Arcadia Oaks Academy, he thought gloomily as the car pulled into a school. He got marched to the principal’s office.

“Are you missing a new student? Possibly an exchange student?”

Right. The principal would say no, he’d make a getaway, and then he’d hunt Zoe down and throw her into the nearest body of water.

“As a matter of fact, we are! We didn’t have time to get his uniform, but…” A schedule, a map, and a stack of books was thrust into Douxie’s hands. “You should be in Calculus right now, young man.”

No way! Seriously? Douxie gave him his best apologetic grin. “Yes sir!”

Great. Now he just had to figure out what calculus was.

Douxie would have bolted, but the cop was watching him all the way to the classroom, so he edged inside. The door creaked far more than he thought was necessary, and the teacher turned to face him.

“May I help you?”

Douxie brushed his bangs back behind his ears nervously. “Um. Hello? I’m… new here?”

“Ahhhh, the transfer student! We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

“Heh. Well, try telling the cops that.”

“Hm, yes. Set your things down, and then why don’t you come up to the board and fill in the radian coordinates on this unit circle!”

Douxie could speak elvish, orcish, trollish, a number of human languages, and decipher wizard code, but he didn’t have any idea what she’d just said. He scooted ever-so-slowly to the back of the classroom and set his books down, then shuffled to the front of the classroom, taking the marker from the teacher like it was a poisonous snake. The giant circle covered in indecipherable markings loomed up at him. He hesitantly wrote a 2 on one of the blank spaces, earning a snort from someone in the front row. He ignored them and kept writing random numbers in the blanks. More snickers made his ears burn, and finally he capped the marker and set it down.

“Alright, class, hands up if you think he’s right.”

No hands went up.

“Sit back down, please.”

Douxie trudged back to his seat in what was possibly the most shameful walk of his entire life while the teacher spouted more calculus nonsense that went over his head. He tried to pay attention for a bit—he really did—but it became pretty obvious pretty fast that he was missing about 4 years worth of previous math that he should know in order to understand this, so he put his head down on the desk, praying for it all to end.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that punk’s dead?” someone else in the back hissed to him with a snicker, “Where’s your uniform?”

“Hank, shut up!” someone else responded, “I’m pretty sure he’s one of the public school kids sneaking in! His accent is so obviously faked!”

“My accent is not—” Douxie shook his head. What did it matter? He was a centuries old magician who knew arcane secrets of the universe that the Calculus teacher could never hope to understand. The opinion of a few regular human teenagers shouldn’t have mattered.

It shouldn’t have.

At lunch, he hopped the fence and ran for it, beelining for the public school. The academy kids whooped and cheered as he ran away. Excited that something interesting was happening? Or glad that he in particular was leaving? Not that it mattered to him.

He had to check in on this Walter Strickler, just in case. And sure enough, when he peered in the office windows, he could spot magical items lying about with regular things. Douxie cracked open the window and slipped inside. Wow. This guy really did have quite the collection of magic books. It wouldn’t hurt to read a few while he was waiting, would it?

He was halfway through his third book and the last school bell had rung for the day when he heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. He hastily shoved the books back in their spots and waited, suddenly realizing that if Walter Strickler wasn’t a changeling, he was going to have to talk his way out of a nasty breaking and entering situation.

But when the door did open, Douxie could recognize the changeling in him—it was something about the way he carried himself, like he had centuries of experience.

“Hey there,” Douxie said casually, “Got a little changeling question for you.”

Strickler didn’t seem too concerned by his presence, fiddling with a pen. “You are drawing far too much attention to yourself. Getting dragged off by the police? Skipping school? And that accent-! What kind of a sad excuse for a changeling are you?”

“No one exactly gave me a crash course in being a changeling!” Douxie protested, “And besides, I’m a changeling masquerading as a wizard masquerading as a human. I think I’m doing pretty well, all things considered!”

“The special assignment. Hisirdoux. I thought you were a myth. What with having no way of contacting you and all.”

“Uh—well—yeah. Not the point. I’ve got a bit of a situation. My familiar seems to keep injuring himself somehow? I want to contact Dictatious. Make sure everything is alright.”

Strickler snapped the pen shut. “Contact the darklands?!”

“Uh… yeah?”

“No one can do that! Do you think I’d be searching tirelessly for the eyestone if I could simply ring for Gunmar on the telephone?!”

“How come? Changelings seem to get in and out pretty easily.”

“It’s not the same. I’m afraid I cannot help you—it may be frustrating, but you will simply have to operate on less than ideal information. And, ah, Hisirdoux? Do try not to draw any more attention to yourself.”

Xxx

“You are not funny,” Douxie grumbled as he pushed open the door to some kind of tech shop.

Zoe grinned, hopping off of her place on a bench and going on tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Awww, did someone not have a good day at school?

“No kisses. According to you, I’m a minor and you’re an adult.”

“Don’t be irritated at Zoe,” Archie piped up, “I’m the one who enrolled you in school.”

“You did what?!”

“There are things I cannot teach you, Douxie!”

“Like calculus?! Get real, Arch, I’m never going to need calculus! Besides, when am I going to have the time?! I’ll need a job, and—wait a second, why are you talking in here?”

“Oh, this place?” Zoe said affectionately, “This is run by hedge wizards. Aaaaand there’s no customers at the moment, so we’re good. I have a job here now, actually. They’ll be able to use more money for their magical projects now that they won’t be paying an electric bill anymore.”

“Okay. Fantastic. School, Archie?!”

“Just stick it out for a year, alright? You’re listed as a senior, so you’ll graduate, and you can do whatever you want after that.”

“Assuming I can graduate! I don’t know any of this stuff, Arch! I’m going to fail everything!”

“You’re a quick learner. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’ve spent centuries doing nothing but bouncing around the world hunting monsters. I’m sure one year of schooling will pass in a flash.

#i am still filled with rage that i ever had to waste brain space memorizing the unit circle #toa #tales of arcadia #my oc #my writing #my fanfiction #swapped #changeling!douxie au #dalmar #douxie

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just-a-poor-boy-queen · 3 years

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I'm sorry to hear you've had a bad day. I hope this makes you feel a bit better 💜

Part 20 of Jimercury Kid series

‘I’m going to die.’ Freddie whined dramatically from the sofa, arching his back as Jim walked through the door with a tray of tea and biscuits, carefully setting it on the coffee table in front of the singer. ‘I’m not sure how much more of this pain I can take, darling.’

‘I know, love.’ Jim replied softly, placing another pillow under Freddie’s head. ‘But that’s what happens when you decide to do acrobatics on stage when there are wires lying around.’

‘It was entirely Roger’s fault.’ Freddie huffed. ‘He could have warned me that his drumkit was a danger zone.’

Jim chuckled and kissed his husband’s forehead. ‘The doctor said you’ll be right as rain in a few weeks, so long as you get plenty of rest and keep up the physio.’

The Persian grumbled, ‘I hate rest.’ Then he looked up at Jim with an accusatory glare. ‘And I can’t believe you’re abandoning me to galivant off and cut people’s hair! The audacity.’

Freddie hadn’t been all that pleased when Jim announced that he had accepted a weekend job at the barber shop down the road. The Irishman had befriended the owner, Carl Pritchard, in a bar a few months ago and while he had declined the offer of a full-time job (he still had the garden to think about and Khaleel to look after when Freddie was at the studio,) he was more than happy to lend Carl a hand every Saturday, when the shop was at its busiest.

Khaleel hadn’t been too happy about it either; he was used to Jim being around 24/7 and the sudden change of routine caused him a great amount of stress. Jim was almost late on his first day of the job because his son had cried and refused to let go of his leg. But eventually, the boy begrudgingly accepted it and Jim was able to pacify his separation anxiety with the promise of bringing home a treat when he was finished at work.

‘You’re just saying that because you’re jealous.’ Jim teased, dodging as Freddie attempted to swat his backside. ‘You think I’m going to fall head over heels for Carl’s dashing good looks and run off into the sunset with him.’

Freddie pouted like a child and crossed his arms. ‘So, you do think he’s good looking.’

Jim chuckled and dropped a kiss into his husband’s dark head of hair. ‘I’m old enough to be his dad, sweetheart. Besides, he’s really not my type.’

‘I wasn’t your type either and you still went for me.’

‘Well, how could I possibly resist? Have you seenyour arse?’

He roared with laughter as Freddie attempted to swat him again, but this time the singer grabbed his hand and pulled him down to kiss his lips.

‘Do you love me?’ he whispered once they had parted, brown eyes staring into Jim’s own almost fearfully. They had been together for almost ten years now, and yet he still needed that reassurance.

‘To the moon and back.’ Jim replied, leaning down for a much deeper kiss. He could have stayed like that all day, but a quick glance at his watch told him that he was already pushing it for time.

‘I’ll be back about six.’ He placed one final kiss against Freddie’s forehead before heading to the hallway to grab his coat. ‘I’ve left the shop’s number by the phone in case there’s an emergency. Try not to have too much fun without me.’

‘Very funny.’ Freddie sniggered as Jim blew him a kiss and turned the keys in the door. ‘Have a good day, darling. Don’t snip any ears off.’

The last thing he heard was Jim shouting goodbye to Khaleel up the stairs – which was quickly followed with a cheerful, ‘bye Daddy!’ – before the door was pulled shut. Freddie sighed and stretched his sore back, wishing he could at least hobble over to the piano and belt out a few show tunes to take his mind off the pain. He hated being alone; Phoebe was in town with friends and Khaleel had been colouring upstairs for most of the afternoon. He knew that colouring was one of the ways his bijou coped with Jim’s absence, so he didn’t want to disturb him.

Well, since he was bedbound (or in this case, sofa bound) he might as well catch forty winks. After finishing his tea and munching on a biscuit, he plumped up his pillows, propped his feet up on the armrest and did his best to ignore the constant throbbing in his lower back as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Freddie was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing in the hallway, and he groggily rose from the sofa to go and answer it.

‘It’s Bernie, Bernie Morris.’ Said the voice on the other end of the line. ‘I know you usually have your physio on Sundays, but my 2 o’clock just cancelled and I don’t have any other appointments today. Would you like to take the slot?’

‘Oh darling, that would be wonderful.’ Freddie sighed in relief, rubbing his back as he spoke. ‘It’s really acting up today. I could use your magic hands.’

Bernie chucked jovially. ‘Alright then, see you in twenty.’

Bernard Morris was a tall, broad, cheerful man, recommended to Freddie by Doctor Atkinson after he had his accident. The vocalist had been apprehensive at first, thinking he could simply deal with the pain on his own; but he eventually relented when it became unbearable and had agreed to six weeks’ worth of sessions, so long as he could do it in the comfort of his own home. So far, Bernie’s methods had proved remarkably effective; Freddie’s back still hurt like hell, but he always felt slightly more relieved once he had been stretched and bent over a few times by a handsome looking man.

‘Thank you so much for this, darling.’ Said Freddie, as Bernie laid the exercise mat out on the floor and shifted the coffee table over to give them more space. ‘I was doing well for a couple of days but last night it started hurting like a bastard. I made the mistake of lifting Khaleel up too quickly during playtime.’

‘It’s no bother at all.’ Replied Bernie. ‘How’s the family? I still have yet to meet your little man.’

‘He’s very shy, our Kenny.’ Freddie chuckled fondly. ‘He’s been a bit clingy lately because of this new job Jim has taken up. He’s not used to him being away and he’s finding it hard to understand.’

‘Poor thing.’ Said Bernie sympathetically. ‘My little girl was the same when I started working full-time. But they get used to it eventually. Now,’ he cracked his knuckles, ‘shall we get started?’

‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’ Freddie said with a laugh and carefully laid himself down on the mat.

Khaleel let out a soft yawn as he finally finished colouring in Goliath’s bright yellow eyes and carefully added the picture to the pile of cat drawings he had been working on all afternoon. He didn’t like it when Daddy went to work; he was used to Baba being away, even though he missed him, but Daddy was always there and suddenly not having him around all day made Khaleel confused and scared.

His tummy began to rumble, so he hopped off his bed and carefully climbed down the staircases to tell his Baba that he would like a snack. But when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a strange noise coming from the lounge. The door was open a crack, so Khaleel peeped through curiously.

Baba was lying on the floor and a strange man was sitting on top of him, pulling on his leg. Baba was moaning in pain, his arm flying up to cover his eyes as the strange man continued to push on his leg until his knee reached his chest, before stopping and doing the same with the other one. Baba started to cry a little, and the man said something, though Khaleel couldn’t hear what it was. The boy felt his tiny heart racing. There was a strange man in the house, and he was hurting his Baba. Daddy and Uncle Phoebe weren’t here to protect them. He wanted to run into the lounge and jump on the horrible man, but his feet were frozen to the floor, unable to move.

Then he remembered the phone. Daddy and Baba had taught him how to use it, though he was only supposed to use it in emergencies, and he was never to call 999 unless he really needed to. Daddy had left his work number beside the telephone in the hall, so Khaleel quickly hurried to it and stood up on his tiptoes to grab the handset. He stared hard at the numbers on the little piece of paper and slowly began pressing the buttons. (1/2)

Jim had to admit that it felt good cutting hair again.

Pritchard & Sons was nothing like the Savoy; it was small and intimate, with a far more welcoming atmosphere and friendly regulars who were always happy to make conversation. He instantly felt at home in the place and found himself actually looking forward to working on a Saturday; despite his full-time commitment to the garden, he had been longing for a change of scenery as of late, and this job offer was exactly what he needed.

He was busy brushing away the stray hairs from the shop floor when the telephone at the front desk began to ring. Carl was nowhere to be seen and his two co-workers, Simon and Neil, were busy with clients, so he set his broom against the wall and crossed over to the desk, picking up the handset before it could ring off.

‘Pritchard & Sons, how can I help you?’

‘Daddy?’ Came a small voice from the other end of the line.

Jim was taken back a second, as if he was hearing things. ‘Kenny? Is that you? Kenny, you shouldn’t be calling Daddy at work, he’s very busy.’

‘Daddy, I need help.’ The little boy whimpered in response.

‘Sweetheart, if you need help with something, ask your Baba-’

‘There’s a strange man in the house.’ Khaleel started to sob, his voice a terrified whisper, as if he was worried about being heard. ‘There’s a strange man and he’s hurting Baba.’

Jim felt his blood run cold. ‘W-what do you mean? Where’s Baba, Kenny?’

‘In the lounge. The man is on top of him, and Baba is crying.’

Oh Jesus. Jim began to shake, sweat beading his forehead as a million images flashed before his eyes. He knew he couldn’t let Khaleel hear the fear in his voice, otherwise it would just panic the little boy further. ‘Sweetheart, listen to me. I need you to go upstairs into your bedroom and hide under your bed, okay? Daddy’s coming, everything’s going to be okay.’

Khaleel continued to sob. ‘Daddy, please hurry.’‘

‘Please, Kenny, do as I say. Hang up the phone and go upstairs as quietly as you can. I promise I’ll be home soon.’

There was a loud sniff, before Khaleel mumbled, ‘hurry, Daddy,’ and the line went dead.

‘Tell Carl there’s been an emergency!’ Jim yelled over the counter to Simon, as he raced to the hat stand and grabbed his coat, racing through the door before he even got a response. He cursed as he fumbled with his car keys, almost dropping them into the gutter as his hands trembled violently; as soon as he was in the driver’s seat, he slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped down the road.

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As soon as he reached Garden Lodge, Jim immediately went around the back entrance, not wanting to alert the intruder by ringing the bell. As soon as he had turned the key in the back door, he immediately called for Freddie, feeling his heart sink when he didn’t receive a response. He slowly walked down the hallway, glancing into every room in case someone leapt out and attacked him, until he reached the kitchen and quickly armed himself with a large knife that had been left sitting on the counter. He prayed that he wouldn’t have to use it.

‘Freddie!’ he cried out again, almost in tears, the hand holding the knife shaking so hard it was a miracle he didn’t drop it.

The kitchen door suddenly swung open behind him, and he yelled in surprise, whipping round, knife clasped in both hands and pointed straight at his would-be assailant.

There was a high-pitched shriek and a crash, and only then did Jim realise it was Freddie, clad in one of his silk kimonos and surrounded by broken teacups. They both stood there, frozen, as Jim looked his husband up and down; Freddie appeared unhurt, though shell-shocked, the tray he had been carrying now lying at his feet amongst shards of china.

‘Jim!’ Freddie screamed, once he had overcome his initial shock. ‘What the bloody hell are you doing?!’

Jim didn’t respond. He dropped the knife immediately, letting it clatter against the kitchen tiles as he ran to Freddie and scooped him into his arms, hugging him fiercely. His husband let out a surprised squeak as he was suddenly lifted off the floor and he quickly wound his legs around Jim’s hips before the younger man dropped him on his arse. It felt like Jim stood there forever, holding onto Freddie tightly, swaying back and forth like he did when soothing Khaleel to sleep.

‘Darling?’ Freddie finally whispered into Jim’s flushed ear. ‘Darling, what’s going on? What was all that about?’

Jim finally released his husband, brushing away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks as he cupped Freddie’s face and looked desperately into his eyes. ‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’

Freddie looked baffled. ‘Hurt? Of course not! Why would I be hurt? And what are you even doing here? I thought you didn’t finish work until six.’

The Irishman’s heart finally began to relax as he took a moment to process this information. ‘Khaleel called the shop. He said there was a man in here and he was hurting you. I got here as fast as I could.’

Freddie stared at him with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. ‘Oh my God…Jim, that was Bernie. Bernie Morris, my physiotherapist. He’s in the conservatory, I was just about to make us some more tea.’

Jim looked like he was about to collapse to the floor. He leaned back against the counter, colour finally returning to his face as he realised that Freddie and Khaleel had never been in any danger. All the horrifying scenarios that had been playing in his mind finally ceased to be.

‘Oh God…’ he covered his eyes with his hands, taking deep, uneven breaths, ‘I thought some psycho had broken in, I thought…’ He cut off, not wanting to even consider what could have happened.

Freddie carefully stepped over the mess on the floor, careful not to cut his bare feet as he approached him and put his arms around Jim’s neck, gently kissing his forehead. ‘You really would have killed a man just to protect me?’

Jim removed his hands from his eyes and replied without any hesitation. ‘Absolutely. The bastard wouldn’t have known what hit him.’

Freddie chucked softly, ‘my knight in shining armour.’ Then suddenly his eyes went wide. ‘Kenny! Where’s Kenny?’

‘I told him to go upstairs and hide under his bed.’ Replied Jim. ‘Come on, let’s go and get him. He’s scared out of his wits.’

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It had taken a while to coax Khaleel out from underneath his bed. But his parents eventually managed to convince him that the mean man downstairs was actually a very nice man, who was helping Baba get better, and the only reason Baba had been crying in the lounge was because his back hurt so much. They praised him for being such a brave boy and using the phone to call for help when he thought it was needed. Khaleel eventually crawled out and let Freddie carry him downstairs.

He hid in face in Freddie’s shoulder when he saw Bernie, his body trembling in fear. But he gradually looked up when Bernie started chatting to him, realising this strange man wasn’t really that scary up close. By the time Phoebe arrived home from town, Kenny was sitting on Bernie’s lap, giggling as the man held one of his soft toys, pretending to make it talk in a deep gruff voice.

‘What happened here?’ Phoebe asked as he walked into the kitchen to see Jim sweeping up the broken china into a dustpan.

‘Long story.’ Was all the Irishman said in reply. (2/2)

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Aww an extra long update! I loved it😊 It was exactly what I needed after the exhausting day I've had, thank you for making me smile with this part (and all your stories everyday).

I was happy to see Jim take up a part time job of a hairdresser. I've often wondered about that in Freddie!lives scenarios. I think one of the reasons why Jim took up the job of the gardener at GL is to be close to Freddie who had received his diagnosis by that time, if I'm not wrong.

And aww, baby Khaleel being so smart and calling up his father when he saw that his baba was in danger. And ofc, Jim being ready to do absolutely anything to keep his family safe... my heart.

And lol, I can see Phoebe rolling his eyes in the kitchen like, "I take one day off..."

(More drabbles by writer anon)

#ask response #jim hutton #freddie mercury #anon writing #freddie and jim and their baby

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gustafsnightangel · 3 years

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Shattered Lives Ch 26 Pt 1

She woke early with Lily, and smiled, Gustaf was still out cold. It wasn’t until she climbed out of bed that she almost cried at the sight. Finn and Gustaf were curled up tightly, the giant of a man holding the kid into him, protection, safety. What had happened last night, she wondered? Bad dream, belly ache, with Finn it was probably a bad dream and anxiety at them leaving for the weekend. Should we just cancel it, she wondered? Was this all too much, too soon?

She woke Finn carefully and he crawled out from under Gustaf’s arm and hugged her tightly before going back to his room to wake Liam. She’d ask later, Gustaf had dealt with it successfully, whatever it was, and it hammered the point home a little more that she had to let go of the reins a little, she had to yield. It warmed her to know the kids felt comfortable with him.

After getting the little lady changed and dressed for the day she sat on the edge of the bed to watch him sleep. He was on his stomach, sprawled out in much the same fashion as she usually did, those long limbs tangled in the sheets. Damn he looked sexy like this, she thought, all sleepy and soft. She wanted to kiss every inch of him until he begged her to fuck him.

“Dad dad dad.” Lily chattered quietly pointing to him.

“You want to wake him up?” She smiled at the not so tiny girl, she was growing so fast. Sildie sat Lily on the bed and let her crawl to Gustaf. She patted his arm and talked to him, chattering as if he were awake and knew exactly what she was saying. Sildie watched as he woke and focused on Lily, that content smile blooming across his face. That same question came flooding back to her, did she want kids with him? A question that was too painful for him and too fucking scary for her.

His eyes opened to a grinning Lily chattering away, those big blue eyes looking at him as if he was her entire world. Once she realized he was awake she squealed a dad dad and he wrapped and arm around her bringing her close for morning kisses which soon had her giggling. His eyes landed on Sildie, that gorgeous smile she saved just for him beaming back.

“Morning love.” She chuckled.

“Good morning. Not the wake up I was expecting.” He grinned.

“She insisted.” Sildie chuckled as Lily snuggled in with him. She took the hand he offered and he tugged her to lay with them and snuggled her in too.

“My two best girls.” He murmured and kissed Sildie, a kiss that rocked her world and left her breathless. “What time is it?” He asked scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Six ish. We have plenty of time. I wanted to be up with the kids this morning, you’ve been doing enough of that lately, and I needed to spend time with them before we go.”

“I’m happy to, you know that.” He murmured his voice husky with sleep.

“Doesn’t make me feel any less guilty for doing them on you.” She scoffed.

“Hey.” He cupped her behind the neck as she went to pull away and held her a breath from him. “We do this together Sildie, no more keeping score, together, family unit.” He kissed her, that love he buried deep surging forward and wrapping itself around her. One day he hoped the guilt would lessen and she’d lean on him more. “There are going to be times that I’ll be away for months on location, enjoy this while it lasts.” He kissed her tenderly.

“Tea?” She asked, wanting to change the subject. She didn’t want to think about him not being here for months on end.

“Please.” He held her close not ready to let her go. “Look at me.” He murmured and when she did her heart swelled. It was there, the love, the tenderness, the kindness. “Together Sildie. You and me.” He kissed her long and slow, and she was breathless when she pulled away.

She got up to make tea and left Lily with Gustaf, the little lady quite content to be cuddled up with him.

“Oh, what happened with Finn last night?” She asked gently as she climbed off the bed.

“Nightmare.” He said simply.

“About?”

“Us going away. I didn’t come back and the kids had to bury me like Quinn.” He watched her carefully. He didn’t sugarcoat it, he knew her better than that. She was a straight shooter and needed to hear it just how it was.

“Shit.” She breathed out, her chest suddenly tighter than before. She should have seen it.

“Yeah. It was pretty rough at 2 am. We talked and he’s good.”

“Thank you.” She said quietly and leaned down to kiss him.

“He’ll be fine, so will we. We’ve done everything we can to prepare them and taken all the precautions for ourselves. We just have to wing the rest.”

She headed out and the twins wrapped her in a hug as she came into the kitchen and she helped them get breakfast ready while the kettle boiled. She sensed the twins apprehension and assured them she would call, she didn’t mention the nightmare, that had been dealt with. Brendan was still quiet, well quieter than usual she thought. He came to her and hugged her hard.

“You ok?” She murmured softly.

“Yeah. Me and Gustaf talked.” He said getting the bowls out and handing them to Finn.

“Gustaf and I.” She corrected. “And that’s good. I’ll phone Alice and the school when we get there ok? They’ll get a message to you, can you let the twins know?” He nodded and hugged her again.

“We’ll be ok, and so will you.” He smiled.

“Yes we will.” She watched as he sat down, it was like an entirely new kid was sitting before her. The weight that had been crushing him for the better part of a year was gone.

She stood there thinking as she made the tea and stared at Gustaf as he walked out in sweats with Lily on his hip, that bare chest just begging to be touched.

“You ok love? You look perplexed.” He chuckled as he sat Lily in her chair for breakfast.

“Yeah... I’m ok.” She said shaking her head.

“You sure?” He asked softly as he stood in front of her, knowing something had inched its way under her skin.

“Yeah I’ll ask you about it later.” She was sure it was something Gustaf had talked to Brendan about but had to be sure, just in case she was missing something really important.

Gustaf made the lunches while Sildie fed Lily and talked with the boys, she was nervous and so were the kids. It was a recipe for disaster if he pushed her for an answer. He snuck in a few treats in their lunches and snapped the lids on before lining them up on the counter, he wanted them to have a good start to their weekend and grinned. He’d organized other surprises for them too, he and Alice had it all planned out.

With the kids dressed and ready they piled into the car and headed out. The only tears were from Sildie on the way home. He could see the apprehension, the slight fear of what could happen, her mind already going into overdrive.

“Don’t cry love.” He murmured gently, the separation was hard on her too.

“I’m good it’s just...” she blew a breath out to settle herself. “It’s been a long road to get them this far without freaking out, and here I am about to lose it.”

Once he’d pulled up in her parking space and the hand brake was on, he leaned over the center console, took her head in his hands, and kissed her. He felt her body go lax, giving in to him. She was dizzy and out of breath when he let her go.

“They’ll be fine love, so will we.” He’d keep reassuring her all weekend if that’s what she needed. “Come on, let’s get everything squared away, grab our bags.” He got out of the car and waited for her to join him before gently pressing her against it and kissing her more thoroughly.

“We’re not going to make it upstairs if you keep kissing me like that.” She said seductively.

“No sex until we’re there. Then and only then will I rock your world.” He kissed her again. “Repeatedly.” He added and took her hand. “Over the entire weekend.” He growled and kissed her chastely before they took the stairs to her apartment. “Because I have a taste for you love.”

Gustaf took care of the breakfast dishes while Sildie packed and he saw the hesitation on her face as she came out, bag in hand.

“It’s so quiet.” She said softly, looking around the apartment. “So empty.”

“It is.” He came to stand in front of her and took the bag placing it next to his. “Look at me love.” He murmured, she was hurting and terrified, he could feel it, and he needed to get her past this before they could leave. “They’ll be ok.” He reassured her when those eyes of glacial blue landed on him. “Alice will take good care of them and she has my entire family as backup, including two doctors.” He kissed her sweetly. “Let it be for the weekend ok. Let me take you away to relax and unwind, let them have a games filled weekend with my brother. They’re going to have so much fun they won’t even know we’re gone.” He chuckled and saw the slight smile. “You ready?”

“I think so.” She was still unsure.

“How do I turn that into, I’m good let’s go?” He asked gently. He’d do anything to settle her and although he was raring to go, she needed time and space to process.

“Just give me a minute ok.” She breathed out and wrapped her arms around him.

“Take all the minutes you need love.” He kissed her temple and lingered, letting her find the calm she needed. There was more to her apprehension, he could sense it but didn’t know what it was or how to fix it, yet.

He felt her take a few deep breaths and hold him tighter before looking at him.

“They know they can phone us right?” She asked quietly. “Your brother, Alice?”

“They know and they will if they need to.” He said gently. “Or if the kids just need to touch base.”

“Ok.” She blew a breath out. “I’m good, I think.”

“Ok then.” His kiss was one that blanked her mind. “Our weekend starts now.”

Once they were out of the city she lost herself to the scenery whizzing past. The city giving way to the suburbs, suburbs giving way to small towns that eventually became further and further apart.

At the start of the trip her mind was filled with thoughts of her life, full of stress, of guilt, of grief. She was drowning, not in the literal sense but emotionally she was going under. The car had been the tipping point. It was one more thing heaped on her plate to try and contend with.

She thought about what Gustaf had said that night. Family, his family, the unconditional love, the family she was a part of now whether she liked it or not. To be with Gustaf she’d have to get used to them helping, or offering to help, being in their lives.

She was ok with that, but the transition for her would be rough. She’d never had anyone except her brother for support and the thought of all his siblings suddenly there to help overwhelmed her, it made her feel like a failure, incompetent. He had a big family where as hers had been small, it was an adjustment.

To add to it she hated admitting she needed help, harder admitting it to the man she was so ridiculously in love with. Would he stay long term if she leaned on him she wondered? Everyone had their limit for how much they could take on in a relationship, she was concerned it would be too much for him. Those thoughts drifted out of her mind as the scenery slipped by.

She eventually dozed, long car rides more than an hour usually did that to her. Gustaf grinned as he looked over at her, eyes closed and relaxed. When they’d left the city limits it was like all the stress had fallen away, all that responsibility suddenly no longer hers. This, was what he’d wanted for her.

“Sildie.” He said softly a few hours later. “Were nearly there.”

She opened her eyes and blinked. Snow capped peaks, lush forests, and tiny cabins nestled in amongst tree and rock greeted her.

“Where are we?”

“In the mountains.” He grinned.

“Well duh, I can see that Sherlock.” She quipped.

“I’ll show you on a map when we get settled.” His smile was contagious.

Once they’d parked in the garage by the main lodge they took a snowmobile to the cabin, another twenty minutes away. He’d brought them to a slice of winter paradise far away from anything resembling people and their regular day to day life. Her heart almost stopped at the sight as the cabin came into view. It was postcard worthy.

A tiny dark red cabin was nestled against a rocky hill, snow capped trees dotted around it. The land sloped away from the cabin to another grove of trees until it met the frozen lake. This vast expanse of ice went on for miles before the mountain loomed over it all. Gustaf pulled the snowmobile into the small shed and waited until she got off before climbing off himself.

He watched with a smile as she wandered out to stand and look at the scenery, the only sound her boots crunching on the snow and the occasional bird or creature scurrying around. He gave her the space, the time to let it sink in. They were alone for a weekend with zero responsibilities. He stood behind her and slipped the bag from her shoulder wrapping his arms around her.

“That’s some view.” He said softly as he kissed her temple.

“It’s beautiful.” She breathed.

“Mmm just like you.” He murmured and kissed that one spot below her ear as she laughed. He’d missed that laugh.

“I think this beats me hands down love.” She said in a matter of fact tone.

“I don’t know, I think you’re beautiful, and I happen to like you hands down.” He said softly. “On the bed.” He growled and spun her around quickly before planting a searing kiss on those lips he craved every second of every day until her knees buckled.

Chuckling wickedly he picked up their bags and walked toward the cabin. He stopped dead when the snowball hit him in the back of the head and she giggled, then snorted, which made her giggle some more. He carefully placed the bags on the top step and turned slowly. He saw the recognition on her face, the laughing at the fact she’d got him, to the, oh shit he’s coming to get me, before she tried to run as he advanced toward her.

She wasn’t going to get far in boots, in two feet of snow, giggling her ass off and she knew it. He gently tackled her to the ground squealing and laughing and kissed her before trying to shove a handful of snow down her shirt. She was saved by her ski jacket and the turtle neck sweater she was wearing.

“As cold as that was.” He said panting. “Your aim was impeccable.” He grinned and kissed her sweetly. Damn, he thought, she was so fucking beautiful. That laugh he hadn’t heard in months made his heart swell. Say it now fool.

“I couldn’t resist.” Her grin was mischievous.

“Obviously.” He said wryly with a chuckle and climbed off her helping her to her feet. He took her hand in his and kissed it, frozen fingers greeted him. “Let’s get you warmed up.” He kissed her fingers in the hopes it would warm them up a bit. “I can think of a few interesting ways.” He growled.

“I’m sure you can.” She snorted.

They set off for the tiny cabin and Sildie couldn’t contain the grin. The view was stunning, she wanted to grab a chair and just sit and look at it all day. That was until she saw the inside of the cabin.

The fire had already been lit and the air was a comfortable temperature. Gustaf helped her out of her jacket and smirked. He enjoyed watching her reactions to new things. He’d made the right choice coming here, this was what she desperately needed, what they both needed if he was being honest.

Burgundy and cream decor greeted her. The small living area with its deep wine sofa and soft chunky woolen throws. The candles and comfortable cushions adding a coziness she wanted to snuggle into and never leave. The dining table for two nestled in the corner near the neat kitchen in more creams with a touch of the bold accent color. She kicked off her boots and padded over to the only doorway in the place with exception of the front door.

A king size bed filled the room. Covers that looked warm and inviting, but that wasn’t what made her gasp. It was the floor to ceiling wall of windows opened to the expansive view, the glass roof over the bed letting in the sky above them. The smaller fireplace tucked in the corner was ablaze with a soft rug laid out in front meant for snuggling on. It couldn’t be more perfect.

“Now that’s a view.” Gustaf said quietly as he let his hand drift under her sweater at her hip, his fingers trailing skin seductively.

“This is just...” She turned in his arms to look at him. “I have no words, and beautiful and perfect don’t seem to do it justice.”

“You like it?”

“I love it.” She kissed him, that slow burn, sweet and seductive all on its own. “I need to phone the school.” She said suddenly, her thoughts snapping back to reality with a jolt, and he understood she needed to take care of that before she could fully relax.

“Take care of business love, let them know you’re safe, take your time.” He kissed her sweetly. “No rush.” He knew this was just as hard on her.

He left her to sit on the edge of the bed and call the school, hearing the murmurs and insist she speak with Brendan while he went to make tea.

“Hey B.” Her voice was excited, happy. Happier than it had been in months which made him feel that much better about the entire trip. “We’ve arrived and this place is magical. I’ll send Alice some pics for you ok?”

“Ok. The car ride ok?” Brendan asked and she heard the worry in the teens voice.

“It was just fine love, uneventful, and I fell asleep.” His chuckle eased her stress levels. “Be good for Alice ok, and Bill.”

“We will. Love you Ama. I need to get back.”

“Go, work hard love and B?” She said gently.

“Yah?”

“I’m so proud of you. Love you. Give the twins a big hug for me too ok and Lily. I miss you all already.” She chewed on her lower lip.

“Don’t miss us too much, you need to have fun.” She could hear the grin in his voice.

“I already snowballed Gustaf.” The laugh was the genuine laugh from him she hadn’t heard ages. It reminded her so much of his father.

“Nice!”

“Yeah but I’m not looking forward to the retribution.” She chuckled. Well not if it’s of the snowball variety. She knew all too well Gustaf’s retribution usually involved sex and completely destroying her in the most delightfully erotic way possible. “Love you B, I’ll see you Monday and you can call anytime ok.”

“I won’t. We’ll be fine.” This only added to her suspicion that Gustaf had said something to him. Something she’d chat with him about here shortly.

“Bye love.”

“Bye Ama love you.” She sat there smiling, they were ok, the kids, her and Gustaf. Everyone was safe.

“Ok, I gotta ask.” She said walking out to the kitchen and gently wrapping her arms around him as he poured tea.

“Ask away.”

“What did you say to Brendan last night?” She asked gently.

He turned and looked at her. “Nothing gets past you does it?” He smiled and kissed her temple.

“Nope, spill.”

“I took the burden from him.” He smiled at her confusion, the cute frown lines between her brows and kissed them tenderly. “I told him to let me worry about taking care of you, helping you with the big stuff, what a dad like person should do.” He said softly. “Not a kid that’s had to grow up way too fast.”

“Oh.” Of all the answers, that wasn’t what she expected. It made her heart ache with gratitude, and a touch of guilt that she’d subconsciously put all that pressure on the kid without realizing it. Great, she thought, a fabulous guardian you turned out to be.

“I told him to be a kid and let me take care of making sure you and his siblings were safe, working with you to be a family unit.”

Her lips crashed against his and he heard the sob escape holding her close bracing for the meltdown that never came.

“Thank you.” She murmured, and wiped the stray tear away, her forehead leaking against his.

“The kid’s been though enough Sildie, he needed a break, so I gave it to him.” He shrugged.

“It was something only you could give him. I’ve told him enough times not to worry about things but he would regardless.” Her hand rested against his cheek, her thumb gently rubbing those crows feet she loved.

“He’s a good kid.” He kissed her gently, letting that love wrap around her.

“And you’re a good man.” She said softly, and if the guy could’ve blushed he would have.

“At least someone thinks so.” He snorted.

“You’re everything to me love.” She said gently and kissed him. “You’re enough.”

“And you, are beautiful.” He murmured and deepened the kiss.

“Only to you.” She chuckled and made her way into the bedroom again, losing her thoughts at the sight.

“This view is breathtaking.” She sighed looking out the bedroom windows. “I could sit here for hours just looking at it.” She huffed and smiled as his arms locked around her.

“Then sit.” He said and kissed her head. “Get into your robe and sit. Tea in here?” He let her go as she nodded and watched as she sat on the window seat and stared into the distance.

When he returned with the pot of tea and two cups he smiled. She’d curled up with a chunky knit throw against the window lost in thought. He placed the tea on the table, shucked his clothes in favor of sweats, and sat, pulling her gently into his lap and holding her close.

“Penny for your thoughts.” He murmured softly.

“It’s serenely beautiful. It sucks you in and...” Her words dropped away as his mouth found her neck. “I can’t think when you do that.” She sighed.

“Good, no more thinking this weekend.” His kiss to her spot below her ear made her shiver. “Drink your tea.” He said quietly, still nibbling on her neck, not able to contain the smirk at her reaction.

“So what do you have planned for us for the rest of the day?” She asked quietly and moaned as he found that one spot on her neck that made her weak.

“Some more of just this.” He murmured and squeezed her tight before picking his tea up taking a sip. “There’s a small walk if you want to do that after lunch. Sit in the hot tub. Read. Sleep. It’s whatever you feel like doing love.” He let her think about that for a moment while he gazed out the window himself. He had a notebook to burn and that would happen tonight. He wasn’t putting that off any longer. “Or I could strip you naked and rock your world until you can’t walk.” He growled as his lips against her collarbone made her shiver. “Is that what you want me to do to you love?”

“Yes.” She breathed out as his hands cupped her breasts. Goddamn she loved his hands on her. His fingers inched the robe down to expose a shoulder, his lips torturing the skin thoroughly before repeating it on the other side. He cupped a hand to her cheek and turned her head to devour her mouth, fingers ghosting her throat as if to hold her by it but not gripping her yet.

Those hands, she whimpered as their sinful touch traveled the length of her torso as his mouth took hers. He made short work of the belt of her robe and parted the sea of silk fabric to reveal the stunning body underneath.

After slipping the robe from her arms he clasped her hands together behind his head, gently spreading her elbows out, those lush, ripe breasts on full display for him. His gaze fell on the swell of her breasts, the groan of appreciation as he gently cupped them making her smile. Fingers featherlight and seductive, touched and aroused while his teeth grazed her throat.

“My goddess.” He breathed, his cock twitching as her soft whimper graced his ears. “I’m going to ravage you so slowly.” He growled and kissed a trail along her neck. “Take my time bringing you completely undone.”

“Please.” She breathed softly as his fingers continued to seduce her.

“Mmmm, you’ll beg for me love.” He purred. “Rest your head back.” He murmured and with a hand at her throat gently guided her to his shoulder as she leaned back. “Relax, just feel.”

She closed her eyes and tried to relax. Every thought that tried to flutter around in her brain was banished moments later by those clever fingers dancing across her skin. Soon her brain was filled with just the erotic sensations he inflicted on her. The touch was so light goose flesh prickled her skin, the tiny shudders that rippled over her body when it became too much for the nerve endings to handle.

He sat there for nearly an hour caressing her body. The feel of her under his hands, the stress and fear melting away with each touch. Drifting a finger over her breast he gently pinched her nipple and watched the nub grow hard, the soft gasp as his action took her slightly by surprise. With her hands behind his neck those perfect ripe orbs were pushed out, begging to be tended. He moaned his pleasure as he filled his hands with her breasts, his lips finding the dip in her collarbone, tongue tasting.

Every swipe and gentle pinch of her nipples sent an increasing jolt of pleasure to her core, her pussy no doubt wet and wanting by now. She whimpered as those fingers slowly descended toward her mound where the ache for him to touch her becoming overwhelming. He hooked her behind the knee and pulled her leg up and over his bent knee, the action spreading her hips open for him. Repeating the action to the other side he feasted on her neck, those small gasps making his cock twitch.

His finger trailed her inner thigh. “You want me to touch you there don’t you?” He asked, her choked please making him harder for her. “Not this time love, I want you soaking before I fuck you.”

He took his time the same featherlight touch destroying her body and her mind until she was almost a blubbering mess. She needed release, to feel him inside her.

“I need you.” She cried as that finger found the dip between thigh and pussy and tortured her with slow circles.

“I know you do love, soon.” He breathed and kissed the spot just below her ear. When her cries of frustration and arousal were becoming closer together he gently lifted her into his lap fully. Bringing his sweats down to release his cock he rested it against her soaked heat.

“Gustaf.” She tensed, the contact enough to peak her orgasm. “Please.”

“Don’t chase it, let me give it to you.” He breathed as she whimpered, the tears almost real panic, her body trembling against him. “Relax and give yourself to me.” He coaxed, those fingers still weaving there destructive path. “I’m going to make you feel so good love.”He held her on the edge for what felt like hours, his cock painfully hard as his own need unraveled him. “Lay back with me, relax.” He breathed as he lowered them to lay flat along the window seat. Flexing his knees out he positioned her, opening her hips wider and felt his engorged head graze her heat, his groan was a guttural growl. “You’re soaked for me love.” He nuzzled her neck murmuring his approval.

“Please.” She was going insane, her mind not able to comprehend anything anymore as he kept her hovering on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm.

Resting his tip at her entrance he felt her body shudder with anticipation, the soft mewls as her climax neared. He slowly pushed, the tip of his cock barely entering her before stopping, her cry music to his ears. His hands gripped her hips as she moved to try and find her own release.

“Don’t chase it.” He whispered. “Let me give it to you, one inch at a time. Just feel.” His hands flexed out along her inner thighs and he felt her hips relax. She was so tight when he took her slowly like this and she’d feel every part of him. He kept her teetering on the edge as he slowly filled her with his cock, the girth of him stretching her gloriously as her orgasm sat a breath away. “Relax love.” He breathed as he started thrusting, the slow gentle push and pull inside her.

As he took her slowly his fingers continued their erotic assault. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe at the sensation of him filling her, that slow deep stretch. He spoke to her, that low tone that drove her wild. She felt the deeper release stir in her core, he had pulled it from her with that magic touch.

“Gustaf. Please.” She begged, it was almost painful now, the tears falling.

“Let it come to you love.” He murmured, her cry as it peaked one of shock, it would tear her apart. Her body trembled against his as he felt her pussy start to flutter. Snaking an arm up he flexed his hand over her throat and squeezed gently, her gasp and moan all the approval her needed. Slipping a finger over her clit she choked a breath and then screamed as her release shattered her.

He was relentless now, a hand working feverishly between her legs, an arm pinning her to him by the throat as he continued to assault her body in the most pleasurable way possible. She writhed and bucked as it ripped through her system, the endless euphoria crashing through every brain cell. Seeing stars was an understatement. He felt her hands claw at his shoulders from behind his head where he had them pinned, a search for purchase.

It didn’t ebb much before the next built and noting the change Gustaf plunged deeper and harder into her. With each orgasm he pulled from her the closer to the edge he became, his breathing as uneven as hers. She was tiring and knew this would be the last one and she’d sleep heavy after this.

“Come for me love, take me with you.” He breathed. He took her hard, the deep thrusts into her claiming the rest of his control. With his finger destroying her clit he bottomed out, caressing all those secret places inside her only he could reach. That soft cry from her lips was met with a rough groan as she came, the gentle squeeze of her throat heightening her ecstasy. As her pussy clenched around him he tensed and stilled for a split second as his release tore through him. He rode her through it prolonging their pleasure for as long as possible.

Both were spent, chests heaving, limbs trembling. When he could move and form a sentence he kissed her throat where his fingers had held her. Giving her a minute, or several, he gently lowered his legs and moved hers to lay between them, the sharp hiss causing him some concern.

He massaged her hips, not needing to ask if she was ok, she’d tell him, and he had to stop the habit of asking and trust her. He unlocked her hands from behind his head and brought them down, she yelped as he got them half way and stopped to massage her shoulders. Once by her side her wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.

He felt her relax back, her body turn slightly to curl into him. She made his heart ache, made him feel so much, feel so needed, wanted, loved.

“I think you more than rocked my world.” She mumbled into his chest.

“Mission accomplished.” He murmured softly.

“I don’t think I can move, let alone walk.” She slurred. Not that she wanted to go anywhere after her man had utterly fucked her senseless.

He kissed the top of her head and pulled the chunky throw over them. “Good, you’re all blissed out, just as you should be.” He kissed her forehead and snuggled her in.

“I sure am.” She muttered

“Your hips and shoulders ok?” He asked as his large paws rubbed over them.

“Yeah, they just get stiff.” She smiled, he hadn’t asked her if she was ok straight away, progress, she thought. “Totally worth it.”

“Well, ok then.” He chuckled. “As long as it’s worth it.”

Finding some energy she stretched her head back to look at him, a finger trailing his scruff. When do I tell you she wondered? Utter those three little words that would change everything between them? Sometime this weekend, she decided, Ana be damned, she loved him and he needed to hear it.

Her soft kiss made his heart ache. “My goddess you are beautiful.” He murmured, those ice blue eyes finding his.

“Only to you love.” She chuckled as his stomach growled. “I guess we should eat.” She said sitting up, her arms still trembling.

“I guess so.”

She climbed off the seat and held out a hand for him. Taking it he stood and pulled her to him, kissing those lips slowly, longingly.

“Mmmm you taste good.” He mumbled against her mouth.

“Food.” She chuckled as she went to pull away. “You’ve ravaged me enough.” She scoffed with a wicked grin.

“Not yet I haven’t.” He growled and kissed her again. “But rest assured you will be.” He held her tight, that devastating kiss melting her brain.

“I have no doubt.” She grinned.

While Gustaf found his way around the tiny kitchen and reheating the gourmet meals already prepared, Sildie placed their bags in the bedroom and wandered around taking it all in.

“This place is beautiful.” She said as he placed the meal on the table and went back to the kitchen to grab their drinks. “Cozy, warm. That view, the peace. It’s like I’ve landed in a postcard.”

“I wanted somewhere we could just, be. No responsibilities for a few days, time and space to recharge. No people to interrupt.” He said as he sat down. “You need it.” He reached across the small table to take her hand and squeezed.

“So do you love.” She murmured, he probably needed it more than she did. She could still see the effects from Ana clinging to him. She hoped this weekend would see the remnants fade away. “Thank you. For this, for everything.” She said quietly. His eyes met hers and she saw the love in them.

“Always love.” He winked and started to eat.

They talked and ate, discussing plans for the week after Christmas and the possible trip to one of the larger cabins with the kids. It would be a good end to the year for them and a chance for Gustaf and the boys to bond further.

Gustaf bullied her out of the kitchen while he took care of the dishes. She had every intention of going on that short walk he’d talked about over lunch but her body had other ideas. Feeling warm and relaxed with a full belly and the coziness of the cabin, she curled up on the sofa with her book after filling the cabin with the smooth sound of some jazz. Her reading eventually turned into a four hour nap.

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realmeisstuff · 4 years

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The Craziest Thing I Did For Seventeen

I like planning things.

Ever since Ideal Cut and missing the chance to see them in 2018, I've been thinking of ways to fulfill my fangirl dreams without sacrificing my responsibility as a daughter and sister, and also my goals as a nurse.

Working in a private hospital doesn't give you lots of extra money for fangirling. My regular salary could only cover my daily expenses plus contributions for my family needs, so I could only save for my most awaited unannounced Seventeen concert by doing overtime, not using my holiday pay and saving my night differentials, plus super tight budgeting.

It took two years for them to finally announce "Ode to You" world tour. And this time, I'm planning on turning my plans into action.

But before that, I had to find ways to ensure that everything would go smoothly: first, is to arrange my schedule, second is to prove my parents that Seventeen is my drive towards success and not a distraction (because it it necessary for me to get their approval and I don't want them to think that I'm choosing Seventeen over practicality), and three, take my sister with me, because she's the reason why I saw them in the first place, now it's my turn to bring her to them. It's about time that I return the favor by chasing our happiness together.

Maktub.

The first one was resolved probably due to luck that I never knew I had.

Since I've already become a regular employee, I was entitled for an annual vacation, but my schedule was December 2019, while the concert was set on February 2020. I went to my nursing manager and asked if my vacation could be moved to February, but she said that it wouldn't be possible, since the date is fixed. But when she tried to check the schedule in the HR, conflict arised since 4 of us in the ICU department, have the same schedule, and due to under staffing, they needed to arrange it. I volunteered for my schedule to be moved to a later date and so February 1-15 was given to me as my vacation leave.

Lucky, right?

In my excitement, I already booked for the flight and hotel, a crazy impulsive decision that could only be paired with prayers, in hope that it would go the way I plan it to. (But in my defense I had to do it, because it's much cheaper if you booked it earlier than later)

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The second one was a challenge. How could I convince my parents that I know what to prioritize and that choosing Seventeen isn't impractical? The only answer I could find was to take the english proficiency exam that I was supposed to take 2 years ago, but doesn't have the guts to do it. I've already saved for the exam, but I always come up with excuses (or actually somewhat true) that I don't have time to study due to my work schedule.

But this time for Seventeen (and my nursing career), I'm willing to take a chance (although my non-risk taker self is shaking with anxiety).

It was late in November when I decided to book my exam, I was hoping to take it by December, but maybe God knows I'm still not prepared since I haven't studied intensively yet, that there was a conflict of schedule. My coworker already booked December, and since we're on the same shift, we must not be on leave at the same time. So, I booked the next available schedule, which is January, at least I still have a month to study for the test.

During night shifts, if I don't have anyhing to do, I would practice my writing, then on weekends I would practice my reading and listening. Everyday after duty, I would only sleep for about 6-7 hours, so that I could wake up then practice my speaking for 1-2 hours before my next shift.

Four days before my exam, I had to ask permission to be on leave, so that I could camp out at the site and buy my desired ticket. I had to study while waiting in line. Despite the long hours of waiting, I am determined and excited to finally buy my concert tickets. It also helped that Carats surrounded me, and I felt that I've really found my place. We met our mutuals, and chatted with our co-fans. It was a very memorable moment for me.

January 16,2020. Boo Seungkwan's Birthday and also the day of the exam. I was so nervous, and to calm my nerves, I silently prayed to God for guidance, I joked that "God if only the examiner would ask me about my favorite music, I would be sure that I could pass this exam, because I could talk about Seventeen all day". In my surprise, it was the first question for the first part of the exam. And that's when I knew that where God guides, he provides.

I believe that the universe is conspiring to help me achieve what I truly wanted the most. I passed the test with flying colors, and it helped me gain the approval of my mom to go to the concert.

But then 2020 strikes, and it seems that the pandora box was opened. Health threats due to the covid virus was rising, and everyone was worried that it would reach the country.

I knew the gravity of the situation, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to go to the concert despite the fear. I started becoming desperate when most of the events were cancelled due to the pandemic.

I held onto that hope that God didn't let me achieve everything I did so far, just to break my heart. I already have the concert and plane tickets, and the hotel was already paid, but on top of all that, I didn't want to disappoint my sister, who wanted this so badly like I do, because after long years of waiting, she could finally have a chance to go home to Manila. Also, my friend, who has never been in any concerts (despite wanting to go), finally took the courage to do this for herself.

When Running Man announced the cancellation of their concert, which is one day after OTY. I couldn't help but cry. I feel like my world is falling apart. Without the fangirl side of me, I would just be my pessimistic, melancholic self who doesn't know how to have fun.

As if that's not bad news enough, due to the massive resignation in the Icu department, they had to rotate the ward staffs and place them in our department, and when they announced the name of the "new" Icu staffs, it feels like I've been struck by a lightning.

In my two years of working, I only had a conflict with two nurses from different departments: The girl who spread rumors about me and the senior nurse from my previous area who traumatized me during my junior days. So, how shocking was it that the newbies would be the both of them? I almost resigned right there and then.

But it only made my desire to go to the concert much stronger, because the only thing that could push me to work even in the most stressful environment with the most difficult co-workers would be Seventeen.

I felt so down as the days went nearer to the concert date. I felt that anytime they would announce the cancellation of the event, and I had to cancel everything I booked as well.

I wanted to tell myself that safety first, but the other side of me wanted to see them so badly...desperate even to risk and live presently without fear. I debated in my head that I would die faster working in the hospital rather than to a one-day concert.

I prayed to the Gods, even done some bargaining, so that we would all be safe to go to the concert. I would rather have toxic shifts with my toxic co-workers than to miss this concert. I was that desperate.

But Inang announced that the concert would push through.

*Insert happy tears and fangirl squeals*

I made the necessary preparations, so that I would ensure our safety. We brought n95 and surgical mask with us plus we take 1000 mg vitamin c everyday.

We encountered problems along the way such as the hotel canceling our reservation, even though I've already paid the downpayment, and heavy rains while searching for the hotel, but we made it.

We were able to sort out the problems, and enjoyed the day before the concert. We did some pilgrimage and went to Saem store where they did their fansigning event. We also stopped by their hotel, but just to look at the place.

On the day of the concert, we went inside the arena early, and was able to join the Carat activities. It was exhilarating to be on the same area as Seventeen, and I felt so ecstatic like I'm in cloud nine.

Although me and my friends were separated by barricade while we're looking for coffee, we still had a great time chatting with others.

Finally, we we're allowed to go inside and find our VIP seats. I was so overwhelmed, because of how close it was to the stage as compared to my previous lower box experience, that I couldn't stop from shedding happy tears. My sister was in awe, and I held onto her as I calm myself.

This is the moment I've been waiting for. Not only these past 2 years, but I think that I needed this for my whole life.

I cried once again after the concert. I was so happy. I've never been this happy in my life. Everything was worth it and I don't regret anything.

SepAnx was real, as me, my sister and my friend, cried during our flight back to the province. But despite the longing, we knew that February 8, 2020 will forever go down in the history as the perfect day when we were able to reached goals, and became the happiest fangirl in the universe.

Hopefully, we would be able to do this again when the world heals. And when that time comes, I hope we'll see them, all thirteen of them.

#ode to you in mnl #odetoyou #seventeen #fangirl #fangirlstory #seungcheol #jeonghan #jisoo #junhui #soonyoung #wonwoo #jihoon #myungho #mingyu #seokmin #seungkwan #hansol #chan

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justpeachythoughts0916 · 3 years

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Grieving & My Grieving Journey...So Far...

February 2nd, 2021: When I was growing up the only grief I truly felt was the loss of grandparents and pets. The only grief I experienced firsthand all made sense to me, people who followed the order of life you get older, you get sicker, and then die. At that point and in those instances it wasn't hard for me to utilize logic and reason to understand their lives were lived and their time here had expired.

In high school I witnessed the school, my friends, and my classmates just in shambles after two boys died in two separate car accidents. These deaths caused me to feel an overwhelming amount of empathy and sympathy for my sad friends, but I wasn't close enough to these two to grieve really. I felt bad for everyone feeling so bad and knew a generic "I'm sorry" simply would not suffice. I still knew there was nothing on this planet that I could say or do to heal that wound. I knew there was no making sense of these tragic deaths. Two happy, smiling, kind, young souls were gone. There is no making that okay.

Since high school this area is cursed with so many young deaths. We've lost people to suicides, accidents, overdoses, the list goes on. Still, I remained in the helpful, supportive friend role. I was not the one with my world upside down, and truthfully at the time I was grateful. Watching people so sad from grieving was heart breaking enough.

When I was 20 and pregnant with my first son we had a gender reveal party, we were ecstatic, my family never had boys. We had people stay the night in a tent in my mom's backyard because we in no way wanted anyone to drive home drunk. My friends at the time partied until morning, then all four went to sleep in a little four person tent.

I woke up at tenish, my mom made French toast for breakfast for everyone, then left for a matinee with her friend. One by one my hungover friends started coming in for breakfast. My son's soon to be God Father came in and said "Nate snored so loud, he shook my pillow" I replied, "He was cocked, and passed out" and giggled at the thought of their shenanigans. My step-dad and sister and his best friend were just watching the Sunday Giants game, casually cracking their first beer around noon.

My friends were about ready to go, trying to figure out how to make the six people fit in a five person car. Nate wasn't up yet, not shocked, it was only 1:00 pm. He was sleeping on his tummy, using his arm as a pillow. I started to wake him up saying "Nate...Nate...Nate..." giggly and patient. I tickled his feet and he didn't move, he was just sleeping heavy. "Nate...Nate...Nate..." I pushed my fingertips into the soles of his feet and they stayed. I instantly said "He's dehydrated, and retaining fluid, get him water." Still not panicking...I stared at his back looking for breath movement before I thought "I'll just yank him by the ankles, that'd wake anyone up." So, I did just that...nothing. I went to look at him and saw purple skin through his red hairline and ran to get an adultier adult, my step-dad.

I ran into the house, where they were all watching a seemingly compelling play during the game, bursted in and yelled "Nate's blue, he won't wake up, I don't think he's breathing!" I've never seen my 6' 8" step-dad move so fast. He ran outside, ducked in and looked in the tent for about .1 seconds before he said "Steph, you need to call 911 now!" at 1:06 pm I picked up Nate's phone (it was the closest in reach) and tried to give a bunch of information to a dispatcher. I made little to no sense, because my step-dad didn't tell me why I was calling 911, combined with anxiety, I wasn't able to give them my mom's address. My younger sister tried to take the phone from me but the dispatcher asked "Can anyone there do CPR?" We all could, why didn't I think of that? I handed the phone off to my sister, and ran back to my step-dad and all my friends just shaking their heads and said "WE CAN DO CPR!" My step-dad as calmly and level as he could said "We can't save him, Steph, he's gone."

My. Soul. Left. My. Body.

My legs just stopped working.

Draped in my step-dads arms.

He's 6' 8" standing next to him I'm chest height.

I was down to his stomach.

Sobbing.

Drooling.

Quickly I ran away from his embrace screaming "NO. NO. NO. NO", into the road screaming up it "WHATS TAKING THEM SO LONG?!"

In that instant for the first time, it was me. I was the one with the dead best friend. Begging cops "Let me go with you to his Mom, her whole world is upside down here, and you're gonna tell her that with a straight face, just take me to tell her." Of course, I was informed protocol exists, and that couldn't happen. The second Nate's death hit social media I was the one flooded with "Oh my god, what happened?" "I'm so sorry" "My condolences" blah blah fucking blah.

My best friend's heart stopped to due to a lethal combination of Xanax and alcohol. Nothing about life or death made sense anymore. My best friend died from partying too hard? How do you make sense of that? When we all went to his services we stood in a circle together. Everyone stared, everyone, we were the last ones with him. We were trying to process what was about to happen at the viewing and we heard "That's them." The services were a nightmare. My friend Bryan and I were first to walk in, and the second we saw his bright red hair in that white casket we both couldn't stand. We stopped the line, and I sobbed and said "We can't do this." We went in the room with his twin sister and mom, we offered his sister his aviator sunglasses that were left in the tent, and we offered his mom to go to her favorite local ice cream parlor on Mothers Day every year, a tradition Nate followed with her. I asked Nate's mom permission to name my son Nathan when we went to see her the day after he died, so I tucked an ultrasound of his namesake in his pocket, and a pack of cigarettes with his lucky flipped. We stayed through the whole viewing, saw all those sad broken faces, got all the sad and sorry hugs, at the end we all walked up together I kissed his forehead, and we left.

I spent the first threeish years of my new life without Nate crying occasionally or at appropriate times, like when I gave birth to my Nathan. The rest of the time I kinda carried on like mentally him and I were taking a break from eachother, like I myself was choosing not to message or call. I got into therapy after hearing countless "You need helps" from family and friends. In therapy, I was cautioned that this event gave me Complex PTSD and Complex Grieving. Still, I just kept going with the flashbacks, nightmares, and the stages of grief over and over. Three years in, I had a startling realization using a butt fuck of psychedelics of "Oh my God, my person is gone, I can't get him back, we can't talk, and that really happened." Instantly, I was grieving his death like new again. Oh no. I had less than understanding from most people. Most people honestly seemed perplexed how it could feel so fresh after "so many years" *eyeroll to my spine*. Solely because me being pained and honest with it is/was uncomfortable. OOOF.

I knew Nate taught me so much in his life and in his death. He also was the first to teach me how to help people in early grief, because of how many conversations I had that were text book This Is Not What You Say To Someone Grieving. Then again, we're all different.

Just before the 4 year mark with Nate's death, death found me again and again, it followed the people I loved. My honest theory is I saw death up close and personal, I know what that type of empty feels like, I was the one sobbing pounding the ground, mad at the world, so I noticed the devastation easier. I became the support system for my grieving friends, all by just being honest from the get, "Welcome to the club you don't want to be in, you still have to try to eat, you're never gonna be the same and there is nothing you can say to me that sounds crazy coming from the girl who has screamed in the cemetery at 2:00 AM "OVER A FUCKING XANAX?!" and unfortunately this club doesn't come with t-shirts it comes with trauma." It's simple to me, really. Act like they have a cancer on their brain with out being so in-your-face-it-feels-fake. Easy. I've helped countless freshly grieving people in the years after Nate's death.

In October of 2020 I was talking to Zack, my middle school best friend on the phone, I needed help. He couldn't help me, as he was in legal trouble and needed to lay low. We caught up for a while, aside from what I needed help with. At one point he said "I wish Squid was here, he would've been down in a heartbeat." Squid passed in February of 2020. We talked at length about being more careful with ourselves, the worries we had about our other friends, and what grieving is like. Then he said, "I don't know how much closer death can get to me than Squid, he was my boy, it broke me." I just said "I miss that boy so much, he was so warm." Zack went on to say "I don't wanna know which one of us is gonna go first, I don't wanna be the one left." We gave eachother all of our love, and hung up.

On November 19th, 2020 Zack and another friend of ours from middle school, Alex, were headed home from Alex's band practice late at night. Alex was driving when he lost control of the vehicle. They both died on impact, together. It killed me. They died just riding home? The messages flooded in again. "I'm so sorry" "If you need anything, I'm here" as disingenuous as you could be really be. Again, I'm the one with the dead friends. Feeling emptiness in my finger tips. I hated everything, again.

"If everything happens for a reason, than what the fuck?"

"Why them? Why me?"

Despair

When I laid in my boyfriend's bed staring at where the white ceiling met the lavender walls with silent tears streaming down my face I felt empty in my bones. I went outside, lit a cigarette, and called my soul brother, Alec. Al is traditionally a goof ball, but in sad times he has a way with comforting people. He's an absolute doll. I knew I needed to hear his voice and his words. When we spoke I cried and said all the awful initial thoughts, "How am I the one left? I didn't wanna do that. What do I do?" After I got those thoughts out we had a talk that would forever change my views on loss and grief. He said "All of these losses teach us something. Losing Squid taught me that I needed, wanted, and could have a healthy supportive friendship with Alison (his ex-wife, my best friend)." Alison drove up from Georgia to support me, Alec, all of our people, and grieve herself with her people. The hug they shared outside of the funeral home looked cathartic on a soulful level to me. They were who eachother needed to have in that sad and vulnerable time, even after their separation. To that I said, "I still don't get the fucking point."

That's when Alec said something I'll never forget. First, he quoted Carl Sagan in Cosmos, "We're all just a blue dot." Made zero sense, as I had yet to read all of Cosmos, and Alec already had (more than once). He then said, "People's love for you is eternal, regardless of when their physical being dies. Every lesson they taught someone will permanently imprint them, transferring person to person, generation to generation. Zack's love, Squid's Love, Alex's love, Nate's love, everyone's love is eternal as long as your soul learned things from them." I started crying hard. We gradually caught up and got ready to hang up and he said "Stephanie, you will have my love eternally, in this life and in the next, even if my physical being dies you will always have love from an Al"

I had to process those words for weeks, thinking of every act of love, every admirable thing, every moment I witnessed that all my seemingly lost humans gave me, and what changed in me because of those moments. All of these souls filled up books in my mind, heart, and soul. They taught me how to be a happier better me, and they all loved me so much. These acts of love transferred onto my family, my friends, my kids, my relationship, hell, even strangers. Alec was right, my humans didn't die at all, and the more I looked the more I found glimpses of their love here, with me, no matter where they are. They literally cannot die, and there's no choice in the matter, it just happens.

I still have sad days and moments, but I know the saddest moments for me are also the most loving acts they gave me coming to surface...They are still with me to make those moments possible. You cannot change grief. It is a wild bull you just got onto, and you have to hold on tight and dig your spurs in for the rest of your life. The only thing that has calmed the immense pain I've felt was allowing these amazing humans to permanently imprint their best moments onto me. I'm forever grateful I had the privilege to be imprinted by so many angelic souls. All these seemingly small, miniscule moments created the most love in my soul. I'm here to learn, and I've been taught by the best of the best. Their deaths were not in vein, their deaths have all changed me. I sincerely hope this makes you consider how many souls have imprinted on you in life and in death, allowing seemingly impossible eternal love into your heart and soul.

XOXO

"I'm sure there ain't a Heaven, but that don't mean I don't like to picture you there. I bet you're bumming cigarettes off saints, and I'm sure you're still singing, but I'll bet that you're still just a bit out of key." Cigarettes and Saints by The Wonder Years

Dedicated to:

Nathan E. Osgood Sami Jo Colson Zaccaria "Squid" Crankshaw Ally LaMont Ryan Burton Zack Luck & Alexander Simon

I'll miss you everyday for the rest of my life, and will carry your eternal love wherever I may go.

Finally, thank you, to the first responders of Mayfield, NY that were first on scene when Nate passed away on September 20th, 2015

#grieving #copingwithtrauma #copingwithloss #coping with grief #ptsd #complex ptsd #recoveringfromtrauma #mental health #first post #mywriting #writers on tumblr #firstsharedpiece

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reddogf13 · 3 years

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Scarlet marks ch 1

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: who knew she would end up here? Beverly, having started her work in fashion as a young bright secretary under the older tom Rogan. now forced to sexually serve slimy old politicians under toms vicious grip for power and money. forced into following toms political flock to Derry. she runs into a familiar face, wearing a silver clown suit, out on a special hunt. (mainly smut

status: In progress

rated: M - fowl language, gore, and sex scenes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

previous chap: None

next chap: Scarlet marks ch 2

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~ch:1 High roller~

Beverlys life had not been going well since she got involved with Tom Rogan. they first met in her secretary work under the LA fashion industry 8 years ago back in 1991. hardly an adult at just turning 18 to get herself into the business as a start. She should have seen the red flags in the older 33 year old Tom Rogan floating around her all the time. Looking back he was eerily similar in how her dad used to haunt her when ever she was in her apartment as a child. Tom was quick to fill her head with dreams of fame and fortune. False promises that he could help her break into the real fashion jobs.

She decided that they would be partners in their line of work. unbeknownst to her Tom had already decided for her back then. Her making wonderful dresses while he controlled both there finances and all the details in planning. This was the beginning of their downfall after Tom loved hogging all the spot light to the point he turned obsessed with showing off. Spending most their business money to lavishly “gain connections” in the fashion industry. It worked, or so he told her it did, gaining access to high profile party's to talk with great designers. Something that made her trust him more after he introduced her to such high people.

From then on he convinced her that he loved her. Taking her to fancy dates involving fancy shopping trips. Double dates with other designers she loved talking to. All these things he did to purposefully keep her in the dark with how much money they were truly hemorrhaging. Then the fancy dates stopped along with attending fancy party's. Bills started coming in claiming they were over due on payment. Tom brushing her off to not let her question the missing pieces he downplayed all the time. Soon their business started showing it wasn't doing as well as he told. He couldn't keep up in hiding the bills followed by money collectors on late payments anymore.

When ever she tried to investigate into how bad things were, he blamed her. Accusing her of not believing him when he said things were being handled. She was the one who had to give him more to keep things working. Purposefully hooking her deeper so that she had no way of leaving. Telling her he did so much to build her and how dare she try to go off on her own. How could she abandon him after everything, in fact, they should get married! It would improve their looks to the other designers and the customers buying from them.

“Who doesn't like a family run business! Customers eat those things up when buying made goods!” he claimed.

This was his idea of solving the growing debt they had. Customers would see this “family business” tag and product would fly off the shelf's. Which of course flopped hard despite how big and highlighted he made the tag line across everything. Beverly outright told him she had had enough of him. Demanding they get a divorce and go their separate ways. Tom wasn't about to allow that, showing his true face that night. How violent he could be when he was angry.

Leaving Beverly a bloody broken mess that had her quiet for a long time. Any sound she made had him taking out his anger on her. Doing so even when money collectors called. Then one day he suddenly stopped the attacks, that then allowed her to heal after so long. Turing sickeningly sweet toward her that made her blood run cold. A plot he came up with that she was in the dark of until fully healed.

A crooked grin spanning across his face when he spoke. “you're getting a new job baby girl.” sliding her a lavish meal they used to have on their fancy dates. “it'll make us a lot of money. Allows us to keep the house. You don't want us homeless, do you?” anger dripping through the last few words.

Beverlys stomach twisting into painful knots in fear of another violent beating. “... no...”

“good.” smiling softer when cutting into his steak. “you'll go out to a nearby hotel to meet some nice men. You'll do everything they say. If you don't, I wont be happy.” stabbing harshly into a piece of sliced stake. Snickering when Beverly jumped at the other end of the table. “eat fast and go make yourself look pretty. I'll go over the prices with you.” his voice coldly casual as if he was simply talking about the weather.

That's when her work of a prostitute started. In the beginning she tried so hard to escape Tom and the street life. Even getting arrested at one point, but Tom had high connections. Connections to politicians that treated her like she was his property. A dog being returned to its master after getting out of the yard. When she was returned to Tom, by the judge setting her free, she felt hopeless. When she had to serve that same judge and his buddy's at a house party, she was left broken. Giving up on fighting for freedom after so long.

Now it was the year 1999, Beverly had excitedly spent her 26th birthday a few weeks ago moving with Tom to a new house. Flying from LA all the way back to her home town of Derry. Following a bunch of politicians moving here to take over the place. Seeing Derry as a easy town to sweep up votes to grow new business under their belts. Also to keep prying eyes off their not so honest work. Her wondrous job earning enough for Tom to buy the fanciest house in the rich heights of the town. If it weren't for how and why they got it she'd find the place lovely.

Like usual Tom sent her out to work the street corners. Giving her a daily quota that she had to make if she wanted to be let back in the house. Withholding even the basics like food if she didn't make enough. Requiring her to be clever on finding a place to sleep, although it being really undignified. Convincing her clients to have her spend the night for more money. Possibly raiding the fridge as they slept if she didn't convince them to sexily eat some fruit with her.

The past couple of weeks hadn't been going as well in the money making. Leaving her to spend whole nights out on the street with no chance of following someone home. The clientele decreasing over time to the point she began to question why. Was she not that good, not enough money per person like in LA, or perhaps because word got around so fast in Derry? People weren't willing to take the risk of being caught and shamed across town. If it weren't for toms punishments she'd be thrilled at being ignored by the town.

She leaned against the cold brick wall behind her. Sighing out a breath of air that fogged up in the cold night air. It was reaching the point she'd have to find a place to sleep outside if somebody didn't pick her up. Shifting off the wall to walk around for a bit of warmth. Thinking about breaking into the Derry junk yard to sleep in an abandoned car. Passing down an alley lightly lit up by a street light at its end. Her pace nervously slowing at the feeling of being watched from the shadows.

Out of the corner of her eye a dark tall shape moved closer from the shadows. Turning to face the one moving closer her eyes locked with two golden glowing ones. Heart skipping a beat in recognizing them and who they belonged two. That horrifying clown from her child hood stepping from the dark to be highlighted by the yellow lamp a distance away. She stood her ground in facing him unafraid of what he could do to her. Honestly being eaten alive was better then what her job had her do.

Smiling at her for a moment before speaking. “hi-ya, Beverly.”

not in the mood to deal with him she asked boldly. “what do you want?”

“i want you.” he boldly answered back.

Taken aback she stared at him while her skin crawled at the idea of what he meant. Hoping it wasn't that she asked him another question. “what, to suffer? To eat me like you tried ages ago?”

“no, for a bit of fun.” stepping closer that drove her to step back nervously. “been watching you play with others. Decided I wanted to have a ride.”

“ha.” she nervously fake laughed. “if you didn't notice its my job, that means you gotta pay. You got money, clown?” anxiety building the longer she stayed around him. What if he was planning something sinister if she said no?

“i do.” his answer catching her off guard again.

“mm … doubt you have enough.” speaking the next line quickly. “i am not doing anything and I am going now.” walking off toward the alley exit.

His expression dropping its wide smile to frown for a brief moment before grinning again. “i can pay whatever price you ask. Follow whatever rules you give. You could go back home after me if you earn enough, correct?” his words bringing her to a stop to think it over a deep breath.

She was 2,000 short on being able to make it home. For basic sex it was usually around $200 or a little more for particular features. Did she really want to do it with that clown though? Was 2,000 considered enough to commit to that?

“ … $5,000 … you have to pay first before I do anything. No negotiating on that.” firm on her stance and willing to walk if he tried changing her mind on anything. Amazed she didn't die right then and there when he pulled out a huge wad of cash.

“holding it out for her to take. “here … take it.” smiling at her the whole time.

Snatching it from his hand in disbelief that this was happening. “... i need to count it. ...” stating as she went through the wad of hundreds without a fuss from him. Debating if she could back out still or not when going through the counting a few times. The whole $5,000 was there up front for her to take. Thinking back to why he even wanted to do this. It didn't appear to be for any sinister reasons or else why be so cooperative in dealing with her? “... okay. … what do you want to do?” lacking enthusiasm for the performance.”

“nothing much, just a round or two.”

“... you got a place you want to go? Or are we doing it in the alley?”

“don't have a place at the moment.” stepping personally close into Beverlys space.

“mm.” humming her displeasure at the whole situation she was in. “follow me. We can be over here where nobody driving by the alley can see us.” gesturing for him to follow over to a darkened spot. Rummaging through her pockets a lump formed in her throat. She swore she had some to spare, but apparently not. “you have a condom?”

“nope.”

“course you don't.” not afraid to up the price for him. “Raw rides cost extra.” thankfully almost all her clients went for the free condom route. Especially the big wigs not wanting to be black mailed with a prostitute pregnancy during a campaign.

not losing any of his smiling composure. “i can pay.”

“$50.” holding her hand out. a millisecond passing before the bill was in her hand. “okay.” sighing after checking the bill was real before putting it away in her jacket pocket. Shifting nervously when his white gloved hands reached down to undo her pants. It had been a long while since she was nervous about doing something like this. Moving her hands to start loosening his pants after she figured out how to past all the lacing. Both of them slipping each others pants down just enough to expose each other.

Beverly seeing the whole view of his set up that was far different that any other guy. A long scar like crease starting at his mid stomach going down to spread open below his hip line. A long black tendril twitching around dripping a slime off it. Her view not lasting long when he rubbed the tops of her hips. Gently pushing for her to shift positions.

“turn around.” he spoke softly to her.

Doing as she was told she turned around for him. Leaning her upper body onto the wall in nervous waiting. His hands rubbing along her hips to rubbing her inner thighs as he pressed himself against her. Carefully wrapping his arms around her hips and legs to pick her off the ground. Making the height difference more equal for him to slip in. his arms settling around her hips to hold her position up for the both of them. Gently shifting her closer against the wall in that she could lean more comfortably against it while sliding back onto his hips holding her up the rest of the way. Burying his face into the back of her neck to breath in her scent.

Beverlys body tensed at the strange sensation of a squirming organ slipping between her legs. Gliding in smoothly thanks to the slime coating across its length. Twisting inside the entire time he thrusted in picking up a rhythm. So far this wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. Expecting him to be really rough in what ever he did. That or mocking her for letting him do this. Some men loved narrating every action they did. Asking repeatedly if she liked this or that being the other annoyance. When no, she found them repulsive and rather they shut up and get everything over with.

Doing it this way wasn't the most comfortable, out in the open night. However everything else was comfortable at best to tolerable at worst. Shutting her eyes to focus on the pleasure he was nicely building in her. His length snugly rubbing along her walls in an even pace. The soft silk fabric kept the friction down while helping to keep her warm from the night air. Him leaning over along her back passing a lot of warmth over as a thick blanket would.

Opening her eyes off a vibration built at the base of her neck down along her back. Confused at first then she realized it was from him purring. The low gentle rumbles passing in waves creating a small smile on Beverlys face. She couldn't help finding it cute to hear such a sound from him. Then catching a sweet scent flowing off him heavier then before.

Sweet vanilla mixed with cinnamon was what her mind came up with. “Was it always there?” thinking to herself after taking a deep inhale of it.

Hands grabbing at the wall off the effects it had on her. Body relaxing more then she wanted that she felt like she was slipping down the wall. Unable to hold herself up the longer she breathed in that intoxicating scent surrounding her. Sensing this he pushed closer to the wall in pinning her up against it. Surrounding her further in the sweet scent along side burying her under his poofy silk outfit. Shifting his hips to start into a firmer pace hitting deeper spots then she'd ever experienced. Promoted to thrust faster when Beverly couldn't hold in her moans any longer. Panting as he did against her neck building warm moisture at the spot.

Her body was moving on its own in wanting him to do more. Managing to arch back into him to feel himself hit deeper. Moving his head from her neck to rest over her shoulder. Hearing more clearly the growling purrs between heated breaths. His hands moving from around her waist to grip her inner thighs in spreading them wider. Leaving Beverly a shivering limp mess from the overwhelming pleasure. It wasn't long when her body tensed in reaching is peak. Squeezing around his thrusting rod that swelled in her.

When he didn't release with her some part of her was disappointed. Turning into anger about how she was denied something. Further pressing back into him she tensed around him again. Hearing him let out a shivering growl that gathered himself to speak. “may I cum inside?” managing to ask.

A deep thought of Beverly answering “of fucking course!” finding his question ridiculous, however realizing that, that was extremely out of character for her. No way she should be so accepting of him cumming in her. She should have him pull out, but … “its extra.” she managed to groan out. Moaning by him pinning her hips hard against the wall to shove himself deep. Reaching as far as he could to explode deep inside. Filling her enough to leak a flow down onto the concrete. More of it spreading down her thighs to drip off her exposed skin.

That first release from him not feeling enough to her. Squeezing her legs together to put pressure on the swollen rod. Dragging out another thick wave from him to spill deep inside. Enjoying the sound of his cum puddling at the floor. Loving even more that so much was still inside her. Realization over these thoughts hitting her like a ton of bricks. Why was she so excited by that?! She should be worried about a possible pregnancy after he came like a fire hose. Shivering at him pulling free that allowed more cum to spill from her.

Those yelling thoughts quieted by him flipping her around to face him. Kissing her back into the wall with his length sliding back between her thighs. Her legs tensed around him to feel him squirm wildly. The member spreading its own slickness across her entrance dripping with the seed it just poured into her. Teasing her to build a wanting warmth for another load to fill her. The kissing alone no longer cutting it for her that had her hands going south. About to grab his shaft to push it in when he stopped her. Both her hands held by one of his between their chests. She whimpered in the kiss he had her in as his grinding was continued undisturbed.

It rubbed her in long strokes gliding back and forth. The slick ooze thoroughly coating her thighs squeezing painfully tight now. She wanted him so badly and he knew it too. Shifting his body to keep her pinned between him and the wall. Her legs unable to touch the ground when he wedged between them. Separating from the kiss he buried his face into her neck. Sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin there causing her to shiver. The burning heat of her body worsening that she was heavily breathing great breaths to fog in the air.

speaking warmly into her neck.“is my Beverly hot?” his free hand moving up under her shirt. Gliding up across her skin to snap the shirt buttons free from under the fabric. She squirmed in wanting to do something too. He released her hands to wander him as his did to her. Massaging up her chest as she undid his pompom buttons. Gazing over the further view of his toned muscles covered by smooth white skin matching his face. Touching each other up moved him to press inward after such a longing grind. She let out a little surprised whimper that got a chuckle out of him.

His hands moving down to grip into her hips. Each thrust firm to penetrate deep without letting her slip an inch down the wall she was pinned against. Beverlys mind was clouded in a raging fire of wanting him, to even think of what he was doing. How he was coming into her again and again. Something in her liking it, wanting him to keep going, that she should submit to what ever he wanted. He could fill her until the sun rose or take her down to some bedding he would never let her leave. As long as he was there inside of her, nothing else would matter in her mind.

Clawing into his shoulders on one last burst of his thick cum warming her lower stomach. This one was only more noticeable because he pulled out to let everything pour freely to the ground. The warm thickness streaming down her quivering thighs. When he shifted away she grabbed onto him to not let him. Loosening the grip on his arms when her mind finally caught up to what had happened.

He carefully set her back down to hold her up until her legs stopped shaking. Both of them catching their breath where they stood. Adjusting their clothes into place with Beverly having a bit of trouble with the cum clinging so much. Thinking it gross, but nothing she could do about it in the moment. Redressed she heard him speak clearly again.

“how much?” he asked in referring to the thick liquid being able to ooze from her.

“oh, um ...” thinking it over. A part of her saying. “fuck me again like that and it'll be free every time.” shoving that down to calculate a clothes cleaning and plan B meds price. “$100.” she settled on.

He flipped out another hundred to hold out to her. Reaching out her shaking hand to quickly take it. Fixing up her outfit a bit more in preparation to head home.

“see you soon, Bev.” his smooth words raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

“soon?” she asked in looking toward him. Finding him to be gone by the time she looked back. “was that a promise?” she wondered. That part of her in the back of her mind excited for the next visit already.

She returned home just as Tom finished dinner. Having her wait on the porch as he counted the money to be sure she made the quota. Being allowed back in when he saw she passed the mark. Beverly rushed upstairs to shower. Took a few birth control pills as there was no way she was allowing herself to get pregnant from the clown. Washing the huge amount of cum out of her in the shower. Shivering after still being sensitive after the ride he gave. Her hands changing from scrubbing to trying to mimic the feeling of him squirming inside of her.

Thoroughly exhausted after a long hot shower and a quick cold one she dropped into bed.

#it 2017 #pennywise #beverly marsh #pennywise x beverly marsh

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scripttorture · 5 years

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I’m an Anastasia fanfic and I wanted it to be more realistic. In terms of Russian revolution and being held captive and (almost) killed, would what Anastasia went through have qualified as torture since the people doing it were now in power? My thinking is the torturers (abusers?) have a lot of anger that is motivated by politics and personal ambition and hate for the family. They are incompetent enough that Anastasia escapes, but how can I portray incompetence as a result of torture and not

(Anastasia 2) not simply them being ‘new’ and inexperienced considering the revolutionists haven’t been in power for years like the Romanovs. I was also considering memory problems as a symptom to echo the amnesia she had in the film. I am also considering anxiety, insomnia, an aversion to touch, and perhaps one more traditional symptom from the masterpost. If you have a suggestion for it, or any other aspect of the story, that would be appreciated.

I’m not familiar with this fandom but I’m assuming it’s not some kind of niche history fandom? I had to ask round the Fam to get an explanation for this, so I think we can safely say I’m unfamiliar with the canon.

For the sake of stating my biases I find the idea of a children’s movie centred on Anastasia Romanov a little… macabre. But hey I watched sausage smugglers growing up and played games centred around police brutality, so who am I to judge? I might ot ‘get’ the story but think I can help. :)

I’m going into this with a little bit of background knowledge about this historical incident (ie the death of the last members of the Romanov line) but I don’t know much Russian history to put it into context.

I’ll start with the first question: yes I think legally speaking you could make an argument that any abuse the Romanovs suffered was torture. Whether the people who held them were technically in power or not they were an armed group powerful enough to control territory. It doesn’t matter whether they were recognised rulers, they were in de-facto control of a significant area and number of people. They were organised. They had a command structure.

This is a sufficient level of control, power and organisation that, yes, I think you could class them as torturers. It’s certainly not the action of a lone individual doing something horrible on a whim. Abuse in these circumstances would be either ordered or tacitly condoned.

That makes it torture.

I think your characterisation of the torturers’ motivations seems sound. This is something that can happen.

I would add a note of caution here that perhaps applies more to history then the canon you’re working from. A lot of people had a lot of legitimate grievances with the Romanovs. Russia had just come out of a disastrous war, flu had killed a lot of people and I think there was also a major problem with food supplies throughout the country.

Tsar Nicholas was at best incompetent in a way that lead to the deaths of millions of his subjects. He presided over disastrous wars, economic collapse and widespread attacks on Jewish people. He is widely reported to have refused to take advice or change his mind with changing circumstances.

Russian losses in Nicholas’s war with Japan are estimated at between 43,000-120,000 people. The organised attacks on Jews during his reign claimed an estimated 4,500 lives. The ‘Bloody Sunday’ of 1905 led to an estimated 1,000 dead or wounded. And then there was the First World War, to which Russia lost an estimated 2 million soldiers and almost half a million civilians. For context the high estimates say Russia lost 2% of their population.

There were a lot of poor, sick, starving people who had lost loved ones over issues that seemed trivial and far away. While the royal family was incredibly rich and not doing much to help their people.

This by no means justifies their abuse and murder. But be careful about trivialising the anger these people felt. They had cause. And while the Grand Duchesses didn’t have much real power the Tsar and Tsarina certainly did.

By directing their anger at the monarchs they were targetting someone who had caused many of their problems. Having lived in an absolute monarchy, I can understand their frustration and the urge to lash out at an easy target rather then settle down to the harder work of solving the problems absolute monarchs cause.

I don’t know what this cartoon shows of the Romanov’s treatment and deaths.

My impression from what I’ve read is that the rumours surrounding the survival of one of the younger daughters came from the lack of bodies. There was also a report that the girls (this was apparently true of some of servants too) had sewed jewels into their corsets, in order to hide them from the guards and that bullets had ricochetted off the diamonds, acting like armour.

Several of the girls were stabbed to death after the shooting stopped. An account claims one of them survived this and was clubbed to death at the mass grave.

Survival in the sort of scenario the Romanovs actually went through is unlikely because it isn’t the torture that killed them. This was an execution. Of a large number of people yes, but the executors wanted to ensure every single one of them was dead. So after the bullets stopped and the smoke cleared they stabbed the bodies, they cut throats.

This is not unusual in these circumstances. It is pretty rare for someone to survive these kinds of mass shootings of prisoners in a confined space.

Honestly the closest I can think of to a survivors account is this. The victim is a child describing one of the worst attacks on a school in the modern era.

My instinct is that for someone to survive the kind of attack that the Romanovs and their servants were subjected to, she’d have had to be both very lucky and very obviously wounded in a way many people would assume was fatal.

I’d suggest using that. Have medical professionals comment on how unlikely, or lucky, the story is. Have the executioners notice this one is alive and then shrug and say well she won’t be for much longer go ahead and throw her in the pit.

My instinct is that this is separate to torture.

The Romanovs changed hands several times over the course of their imprisonment. As I understand it conditions for them gradually worsened but were not originally torturous.

Later prisons cut their contact with the outside world completely, discouraged talking amongst themselves and banned talking to the guards. Some of them had no natural light and there are accounts of both the children and the Tsarina being threatened with guns or shot at for being too close to windows or trying to look outside.

I’m finding it difficult to definitively say what they went through because the accounts I’m finding don’t seem to understand clean torture. So I’m seeing a lot of possible abusive actions here, but I’m unsure how to label them all because they’re being described inconsistently.

They weren’t in solitary confinement, but there are definite attempts at isolation here. There are accounts of the daughters being sexually harassed (no accounts I could find of assault, this was all verbal or crude graffiti). I am unsure if the rations constituted a starvation diet or not. The son was deprived of medical care. The prison conditions certainly seem torturous towards the end, but I feel like I’m missing a lot of details that would let me describe precise physical effects.

I don’t think you need to go into detail about any of this if you don’t want to but you could use this period of imprisonment to establish the incompetence of the guards.

I would do it by writing two distinct groups of guards. One group that threatens and harasses and potentially tortures the family, and a second group who don’t do these things, concentrating on guard work instead.

Having established the two groups I’d show that while the first group is on duty the family or their servants can actually get away with more things. So- if the first group is harassing older sister Olga, they may not notice that the Tsarina was too close to the window again.

If the idea is that Anastasia escapes before the family is executed then I’d show that happening while the first group of guards in on duty. If she’s there when the family are executed then I’d have members of the first group displaying the ‘well she’s mostly dead’ attitude that allows her to survive.

Essentially it’s about showing that if a guard is concentrating on making their prisoner feel bad, they are not concentrating on where all the prisoners are and what they’re doing. If a guard treats making the prisoner feel bad as their primary task then that guards has stopped doing their job.

If you’re using an escape then a way to do this would be to have one member of the family ‘provoke’ the torturers, creating the opportunity for some of the children to escape.

Amnesia, in the way it’s traditionally used in fiction, is not how memory problems due to trauma typically work. I get the impression you’re aware of that.

I prefer using accurate memory problems but I understand that the canon has probably left you in a difficult position here.

Typically torture/trauma survivors don’t forget their identity or older, childhood memories. They also don’t typically forget the abuse they suffered. In fact it’s more common for them to remember it in awful (but not necessarily accurate) detail.

There is an exception: young children, under the age of about 7, can sometimes forget large chunks of their identity after trauma if they are then raised by people who can’t/don’t reinforce that identity.

The real Anastasia was 17 when she died. That’s too old to forget who she was.

So how do we square this?

My instinct that mixing several memory problems rather than relying on memory loss alone is the better bet.

Anastasia is the name of a saint who was apparently very popular in European Orthodox churches. A lot of girls Anastasia Romanov’s age probably shared that name. And a lot of them probably changed it to something less associated with the church when the Bolsheviks took power. Making something old and essential like her name a decision rather than a result of trauma would help.

But I think the main piece of advice I have would be use inaccurate memories rather then memory loss alone, as the major memory problem.

Because if this child is aware that most of her normal day-to-day memories are inaccurate, then she could remember vast chunks of her childhood and dismiss them as false.

At the height of their power the Romanovs had a lot of servants. Anastasia could remember the palaces, the royal family, the wealth she was surrounded by, and assume she saw this as a servant rather than as a member of the family.

If her memory is patchy anyway then that seems like a reasonable conclusion. She could also remember being arrested and imprisoned, being harassed by guards, being cold and hungry. And this would fit with her earlier conclusion because many of the Romanov’s servants were treated badly by the new regime (some of them died with the family).

Insomnia would feed into this and make it worse.

Partly because insomnia in and of itself causes memory problems (it interferes with our ability to form longer term memories) and partly because of some of the other effects serious insomnia can have: microsleeps and hallucinations. Microsleeps are short periods of unconsciousness that occur when someone is very very tired. People can dream vividly during these short periods of sleep. And the result can be a blurring of reality and dream as they sleep in short bursts and then wake again, unaware that they slept at all.

Combined with the occasional hallucination and inaccurate memories this sort of scenario could very easily make a child doubt her own memories. It could result in a situation where she does remember big chunks of her life and childhood but convinces herself they were not real or interprets them differently.

She might end up remembering her father and The Tsar as two separate people. She might convince herself she was a servant in the palace because that seems the more likely explanation. She might mix up memories of servants she knew from infancy with memories of family members.

Combined with anxiety and avoidance of these memories (or anything that brings them up-) I think you could quite plausibly build up a character who hasn’t so much forgotten her past but is really confused about it. When memories are this muddled and painful it’s often easier for a character to just claim they don’t remember. Especially if there’s a lot of discrimination against mentally ill people in the setting. Because- well explaining that your memory is a mess and you hallucinate tends to convince people you’re ‘crazy’, whereas telling people you ‘don’t remember’ and you were badly injured often leads to a more sympathetic response.

I’ll finish this up with the question of any additional symptoms.

I think that if you’re using two types of memory problems (memory loss and inaccurate memories) with anxiety and insomnia then you’ve already got a reasonable number of symptoms.

If you wanted to include more I think panic attacks and social isolation could both fit very well with the symptom set you have and the setting/character. Social isolation does seem like a particularly likely outcome for a child who was imprisoned for part of her development, lost her family and is suffering from severe mental health problems.

There aren’t really bad picks, it’s more a case of thinking about what fits with the character you want to establish and the story you want to tell. If you want a story that’s got a more optimistic bent then suicidal feelings and addiction in a teenager may not be good picks.

Personality change might be a good pick but I think that depends on how much of your story deals with Anastasia before her family are killed. For personality change to work well in a story I think you need to be able to establish the character’s personality before and after the traumatic event. That might not work with the plot you have planned.

I have a post on sleep deprivation here that you might find helpful.

Beyond that, I think you’ve got a good starting point here and a reasonable, realistic concept.

I hope that helps. :)

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The “Rona” (Entry # 2)

It’s been a while since I’ve written an entry, and let me tell you that there has been a lot of things that happened over the past couple of months. I’ve been having less breakdowns, which is amazing. I’ve also been going out with friends, keeping up with school, spending more time with family (there is actually an unfortunate situation that happened, that led to that instance but I’ll talk more about it later), and surprisingly, I’ve met a couple of people who ended up becoming some of my closest friends.

It’s 2020 now. Which I thought was great, because 2019 was a shit storm (refer to “the_void_entry_1”). Oh, but little did sweet tiny me know that 2020 is far worse. I mean it started out well. I’ve been coming to class regularly (the shear strength that I had to have just to make myself get out of bed is enormous, but I had to do it for the *gags* “learnings”). It was all fun and games, cause the only reason why I attended classes in the first place was to go see my friends and learn something (I guess) to pass the courses. Then out of the blue, I started to like studying again, which is surprising even for me. I got the hang of the lessons, I had answers to engineering problems that I never knew I could do, and I started doing projects and papers days before the submission, which is big because I am a huge procrastinator.

Everything was going well, up until the “rona” showed up. (I call it “rona” short for “corona” please don’t let it confuse you with my friend who is also named Rona, she’s an amazing girl and I adore her, anyway.) Countries and cities all over the world were declaring lockdowns left and right. I thought little of it because I didn’t want another panic attack coming my way, but the situation got bigger and bigger, until our country declared a nationwide lockdown. Grocery stores were packed with people bulk buying canned food, toiletries, and basic necessities, classes were suspended which forced them to do online classes, and streets were guarded heavily with law enforcement officers, soldiers even. First I thought “Online classes, cool. It’s easier to pass the courses when we take online exams because, the internet answers everything!” (yeah I know that’s a shitty thought, but at that time I didn’t know that thousands of people are going to die, and I’m not mentally stable to handle that. Also, the internet does not answer everything, I still had to do manual solving to answer those tests cause the professors made it super hard, I thought I was taking the board exam! *flailing arms angrily*)

As days went by I got super anxious because it finally sunk in that my parents were medical professionals. They need to work. They are required to. I started to worry, but I can’t show that I’m worried because my little siblings are going to worry too. Plus, I’ve always been like the strong independent woman that they’ve come to love but my oh my, this strong independent woman is going to puke because of anxiety. I “tried” to show them that I can handle things in the house when they (parents) are gone. And I told them (little sis and little bro) that everything is going to be okay. “No need to worry.” I say to them as I held back my screams of terror. It’s so damn hard to pretend to be strong in front of your younger sibs! (Panganays rise up!) But we need to do it. I need to do it, because mama raised no bitch.

Stuff about my friends on the other hand went, okay? I guess. I got to hang out a lot with some of them, but my original friend group… Let’s just say that I haven’t had the time to catch up. Not just on stories, but also on studies? Maybe because I’m way behind them now. They’re taking up higher studies while I’m still stuck in my current studies. It’s my fault, though. I am clearly fucked up and I can’t keep up with what society wants students to be in this day and age. I’m a slow learner, I guess. I give up easily, and that I know is true. Long-story-short, I fail a lot of subjects because I lack self-control and I’m dumb as fuck, that’s why I haven’t graduated yet. Now that I think about it, I’ve been studying for 5 years, non-stop. I take classes every semester, even during the summer, I try to enroll for school, and yet… I’m still here. But I guess that’s for another entry.

But, something did happen this year that made it a lot more bearable. Remember the people I said that became some of my closest friends? Well, kids. This is the story about how I met your mothe– (How I Met Your Mother reference!!! I’m so sorry, I’ve been binge watching a shit ton of series to appease the mental breakdown, so please bear with me.) This is the story about how I met the… uh, I don’t know what to call this group, but the group chat name varies from “GYULISANATICS” to “PUSSY GANG”. I’ve met this people online, through stan twitter, and they are one of the funniest people I know. I adore them so much, and I just want to protect them at all costs because they are so precious (even though they are completely savage when it comes to twitter fights). I’m going to talk more about them in a separate entry (I think I’m going to call it “the_gang_entry_3”) because there will be a lot of interesting and hella funny stories to tell about this people. Anyway, I’ve been inactive on stan twitter (on social media in general, like literally the only two apps that I open now are Netflix and YouTube) and I feel like I’m missing a lot. I kind of want to jump in on their conversations but I’m afraid that I wouldn’t know what they’re talking about and I’ll just feel out of place. Like my original friend group (stated in last paragraph).

There was this one time not too long ago, where a feud started on stan twitter where the “gang” was pulled into and everything was in chaos. That time, I was just in bed binge watching “Why R U”. When the last episode ended, I turned on my twitter notifications (I turn off twitter notifications when I’m watching so that annoying notification tab doesn’t pop up) and immediately, my phone started vibrating non-stop. I got notification after notification after notification. So I decided to check stan twitter, and OH. MY. GOODNESS. I didn’t know why my timeline was flooded with selcas (a “selca” is a slang for “self-camera” which originated in South Korea, it is also known as a “selfie”). I checked my DMs and the chat was going crazy. I didn’t understand what was going on so I called a dear friend named Din. I asked her what the heck is happening. Why does my timeline look like that one scene from Spongebob where all the tiny Spongebobs in his brain were running around, panicking, and everything else is on fire? She calmly explained it and told me everything. Sparing no details. That one and a half hour conversation was full of opinions on who we needed to side with. At that time, I really wasn’t sure on whose side I’m on, because everything was still so confusing for me even though Din tried to explain and re-explain everything when I tried to ask questions (and they were a lot, sorry Din.) At that time, the mother in me really wanted to say something, like give advice or tell them that everything is going to be okay, and that they don’t need to listen/mind the people that show them hate (which I know they already knew, because they are strong women as well). But I couldn’t, and I don’t know why. A part of me thought that maybe the thing that I’m about to say is going to rub off in a bad way? Or maybe they’ll think that I’m just being active because of the fact that there is a fight going on and I’m just in it for the “tea”. So I didn’t say anything. Even though I told them that I was going to say something. Now I don’t know if they’ll ever get to know the reason why.

This fucking lockdown got me so fucked up that I’m overthinking the littlest of things.

Well, that’s it for entry 2. I’ll write again soon.

Lastly, I do hope that help is given to the people who need it the most. And remember that it’s okay to not feel okay amidst these series of unfortunate events. There are always people out there who can listen to you… who can help you. Don’t be afraid to reach out.

(I haven’t proofread this entry so if there are any mistakes, I’m sorry. Lol)

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Of Spells and Spinning Wheels - Part 2

Seokjin x Reader Author: Mo Summary: You and Jin are childhood friends, betrothed to be married, happily on the path to your happily ever after...until on his twenty-first birthday, Jin is cursed... Note: Sorry it’s been literally months lmao. Inspiration smacked me in the face this morning, so here you go. Warnings: None? Word Count: 2.2k

1, 2, 3, 4, Epilogue

It was a deceptively sunny morning when your advisor knocked on your door, asking you to follow her down the hall, to where your parents were meeting with some of the monarchs from your neighboring kingdoms. You walked into a room filled with expectant faces, an empty chair waiting beside Prince Taehyung of all people.

You could see the anxiety on his face, and as you sat, he kept looking at you nervously.

“I apologize for my tardiness. I wasn’t aware I’d be invited to this meeting.” You looked to your father. “What were we discussing?”

“You, actually.”

Your heart raced. “And what about me might we have been discussing?”

“Your future, princess. They were discussing your future.” Taehyung answered, not sounding or looking all that thrilled about it.

“My betrothal, you mean.” You looked to your father, sitting at the head of the table. “Is this true, father?”

“Yes. (Y/N), we were only discussing the possibility of...rearranging things...if this curse…”

“I’ll not hear it nor have it.” You stood up and turned.

“It’s a political betrothal, (Y/N), why do you care to keep your word when-”

“I am in love with Prince Seokjin.” You spoke with venom in your voice, turning to look your father and all of the other monarchs that had assembled. “I have been in love with Prince Seokjin since before I could read or put the sentiment into words. He is my dearest friend and my lover and I refuse to marry any prince from any other kingdom. It is my will. Marry me to Prince Taehyung if you wish, but I will never fall in love with him and I will never give him an heir.”

You expected your father to yell, or discipline you in some way, but instead he thought for a long quiet moment, mulling it over silently behind his gray eyes. You supposed for someone who had watched you and Seokjin grow up, it couldn’t have been a surprise that after even a few years of separation, you were still madly and desperately in love with him.

“Very well then.” Your father nodded, motioning to your empty seat. “If you’d like to reclaim your seat, we have other matters to discuss, like that of Callista and her dragon.”

***

“You can’t be serious.” Jimin stood beside Jungkook and Taehyung as they watched you pack. “This is insane! It’s a dragon, not a...not a...help me think of something easy to slay.”

“It’s a dragon, not a lizard or anything else, (Y/N). You must have a death wish.”

“You heard my father’s decree. If no one slays the dragon, Callista can’t be killed, and if Callista can’t be killed, then she’ll never leave Jin alone, even if someone does manage to break this stupid curse.”

“So what, you’re going to become a knight? Learn how to sword-fight?”

“I know the basics. Jin taught me-”

“I’ll go with you.” Jungkook looked up and met your eyes. “King Jaesang has a castle a few days’ ride west. He’s known to take in those who need refuge.”

“I never even thought to go to him.” You nodded, folding the only pair of trousers you owned and stuffing them into your box. “So we’ll depart at midnight.”

“We’ll depart at midnight.” Jungkook nodded. Though they didn’t say it, Jimin and Taehyung felt a lot better that you wouldn’t be alone. You would do anything for Jin, and that had never been more obvious than it was right now.

***

After a few days’ ride west, you and Jungkook stood at the front gates of King Jaesang’s castle, no more than a few dresses, a blouse, and trousers tucked in your bag. The guards escorted you and Jungkook to the ballroom, where the king was overseeing decorations for a grand ball.

“Princess (Y/N), Prince Jungkook, to what do I owe the honor?”

“I need to learn how to slay a dragon, your highness.” You knelt down in front of him. “Callista has to be defeated to save Prince Seokjin.”

“A dragon, you say…” Jaesang rubbed his chin thoughtfully, motioning for you and Jungkook to stand. “Well then, we don’t have any time to lose, do we? Follow me.”

The king led you and Jungkook through the glittering halls of his magnificent palace. It was truly a place of refuge. Those from all around came to the kind and just king in their times of need. The most recent of whom being Prince Hyojong, who had come to the castle with his forbidden love, Princess Hyuna. They’d each broken off engagements in order to be with one another, and their home kingdoms did not take kindly to that. So instead, they’d talked to King Jaesang, who had granted them amnesty and let them stay in his castle, where they could be safe and love one another without worrying about anyone else.

“Hyojong, you have some new students,” the king announced, walking into the armory’s training grounds with you and Jungkook in tow.

You expected the prince to say something about the fact that you were a girl, but he didn’t. Instead, all he told you was, “You’re going to need to change into some trousers.”

“I...can do that.” You looked down at your dress, curtsied, and then let the king lead you to your chambers. It was unbelievable how fast things happened. One minute, you were a stranger standing on his front steps, and the next, you were a member of his patchwork family.

Hyuna’s bedroom was next to yours, so on your first night in the castle, she knocked on your door and introduced herself. She asked about Jin, and so you told her everything, from the beginning to the end, and by the time you were done, both of you were laughing and crying and talking about forbidden love and the lengths to which you would go for your princes.

It was the next morning that Hyojong started you and Jungkook on a knight’s regimen. Since he’d come to the castle, he had taken control of defenses, and therefore, he was in charge of training all of the knew knights and dragon-slayers-to-be. It was in the armory that you met JinJin, the castle squire, who was in charge of all of the armor. This included polishing it and helping size up new knights.

You also met Eunwoo, Rocky, and Moonbin, who were princes from a neighboring kingdom who had come here to hone their skills as well. They were good friends. You enjoyed talking to them over dinner after long days of training in the sun.

In all of your years, you’d never expected to end up here, living in a strange castle, learning how to use a sword instead of learning to sing like a songbird or do needlework. And yet, that was your life now. Every morning you woke up, ate a big breakfast, went on a jog around the castle’s exterior, lifted heavy crates until your arms screamed and burned, and then practiced fighting with the others until night fell and it was time for dinner.

These changes in your routine were becoming more and more obvious, but especially so when Hyuna and the castle’s tailors were trying to help you into one of your old gowns. Your arms were too muscular for the sleeves. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Never had you foreseen this being a problem you’d have to face.

“We can just...cut off the sleeves.” Hyuna suggested, tilting her head and chuckling at the entire situation. “That would be a fashion statement.”

“Indeed it would be…” The head tailor agreed, looking you over. You offered a sheepish grin, shrugging. “Well, you need something that will fit for the ball.” She held up her scissors. “Better get to work…”

***

The day of the ball finally came around, and you were filled with jitters for some reason. It didn’t occur to you until some of your attendants were helping you into your pink gown that this would be the first ball you would attend without Jin at your side. In all of your years, every single time your kingdom or his or one of your mutual allies had a ball, he had always been there and he had always asked you to dance. Going to one without him just felt...wrong.

Regardless, you shook off your nerves and got dressed, letting the maids powder your face before you put on the glittering mask for the masquerade.

It was Eunwoo that ended up escorting you down the stairs to the ballroom filled with princesses in gorgeous gowns and knights in dapper suits. He led you over to the chocolate fountain, where Rocky and Moonbin were standing. They whistled at your appearance.

“Look at those arms!” Moonbin clapped his hands together. “I knew all of that training would pay off.”

“Thanks, Bin.” You blushed, giving your biceps a curl. It felt weird having them exposed like this, but you felt powerful. Powerful enough to fight a dragon, maybe not, but you were getting there.

“Princess!” Jungkook raced across the ballroom, sputtering and all kinds of excited. He straightened himself out, brushing the wrinkles out of his vest before slowing his breaths enough to tell you whatever had sent him sprinting across the party. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“To see me?” You put a hand to your chest, eyebrows furrowing. “Who is it?”

“The man over there in purple with the big gold mask. Asked to meet you immediately. Said it was urgent.”

“Alright then.” You tried to work out who this mystery man was on the way over to him. His suit was pastel purple with golden detailing, brown hair styled perfectly so not a strand was out of place. He was tall with broad shoulders, and lips so plush that they could only belong to one man on the planet. “Jin.” His name left your lips as no more than a fragile whisper.

He smiled, his warm laughter filling your heart with a thousand butterflies. “There’s my girl.”

You rushed into his arms, letting him cradle you against his broad chest. You’d missed his warmth, his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“And what, miss a ball with my princess? We made a pact long ago, don’t you remember?” It was true. When you were young, the two of you, who hated attending royal balls with a passion, had promised never to let the other suffer through one without you.

“How could I forget?” You didn’t let go of him for a long while, absorbing his warmth like a sponge. It was precious, and these days, you saw him so little that when you did, you had to make the most of it.

“Adjusting well?” You could practically hear the smirk in Yoongi’s voice as he appeared from the shadows. Of course Jin hadn’t come here unaccompanied.

“Well enough.” You shrugged, finally ejecting yourself from Jin’s hold so you could look at his fairy guardian. When you did, Jin finally got the chance to look you over up close, eyes widening at the sight of your arms.

“Wah, when did you get muscles?” He asked, giving one a curious poke. Sure enough, it was as firm and large as a knight’s.

“I’ve been training.”

Jin didn’t want to ask why, but he couldn’t stop the quiet murmur from leaving his mouth. “Training for what?”

“To fight a dragon.” You replied, looking up at him in time to watch the happiness on his handsome features, or the ones you could see around his mask, morph into concern.

“You can’t be serious. You’re going to fight Callista’s dragon?” Jin asked, not receiving an answer from the look on Jungkook or Yoongi’s faces. He stroked your chin, tilting your head up to his. “You’ll get killed.”

“I wouldn’t say that…” Yoongi shook his head, that knowing gleam in his eye. It always seemed like he was pulling strings, but you had a feeling based on that one look alone that maybe it was to a bigger extent than even you knew… “Amazing things can happen when you’re fighting for love.”

“I don’t want to be in a world without you in it.” You told Jin softly. He opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a swift and passionate kiss. “The only way to keep you safe is to kill Callista and whatever stands in the way of her. I’d...I’d do anything for you.”

“I know you would…” Jin was worried by your determination, but seeing you like this, so driven to save him no matter the cost, it really only made him fall even deeper in love with you. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before melding his lips against yours again. “I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too…”

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The Drunken Mistake - Ch. 2

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: F/M

Fandom: Real Person Fiction

Relationship: Tom Hiddleston/Reader

Genres: Fluff and Humor

Language: English

Chapters: 3/?

Summary: You're a young up-and-coming singer based in London who has just released her first album.

After a wild night at the VMAs and some heavy partying and drinking at the afterparty, you write and publish a drunken tweet about a certain celebrity and one of their friends. You only realise what you've done the next day when a slew of texts and calls wakes you up to a dreadful but expected hangover. You immediately delete the tweet, but you're left to deal with the consequences. A public apology would probably be enough to make everything go away if you hadn't been invited to a movie premiere where said celebrity is most certainly going to be.

You decide that the best course of action will be to try and avoid them, but your plans almost never go the way you want them to.

Author’s Note: This one is long, friends. So strap in, ‘cause I have no control over my writing. 😅

Ch. 1

Chapter Two - When I Give Word, We Panic

The first thing you wanted to do was call Nina again. Every time you felt lost, especially when it came to work-related problems, she was the one you would go to. But you’d just talked to her and she’d mentioned being busy, and after all the trouble you’d already given her so far, you really didn’t want to disturb her again.

You found it weird that she hadn’t mentioned anything about the premiere, it would have definitely been relevant, seen the content of your tweet. You could only imagine she’d either forgotten or willfully avoided the subject so as not to put more pressure on you. You couldn’t blame her, had you not flipped through your calendar, that strategy might have even worked.

For now, you had to put on your big girl pants and deal with this whole situation. You also needed to put on actual pants, because you were still in your underwear.

Your brain just couldn’t catch a break today. It was true that most of what was happening to you had come about by your own hand, but still, life really needed to slow down a little bit.

Delayed by the new thoughts that the reminder of the premiere had brought you, and losing all purpose and concentration for the apology that was to be written, you decided you might as well make good of the time you would need to calm down a little more and take a long, relaxing, cleansing shower. You left the planner open as it was on the kitchen counter, VMAs award next to it, and just went for it.

You took it slow, and by the time you’d cleaned and dressed up, you had found a new resolve for the apology.

It wouldn’t be completely wrong to assume that you were in denial about the Marvel premiere, but you’d already made a decision, and there was no use in wasting any more time thinking about it. The apology took absolute precedence, you couldn’t let another day go by, this whole situation needed to be solved as soon as possible. After that, you could even go online and see what hilarious things people were saying about the whole ordeal. It could seem weird to anyone else, but people making jokes about something that was giving you anxiety was actually a huge help to keep the dramatics you were capable of to a minimum. Sometimes you just needed a call back to earth and out of your own head. Besides, it wouldn’t do to take yourself too seriously.

With your phone already in hand, you grabbed the planner and a pen and brought both to the dining room. Before you sat down to actually do what you were supposed to this time, you turned on the small stereo by the window to which you’d hooked up a USB device with your current favourite music.

When “ More Than Words ” started playing, you left your phone on the low table in the middle of the room, took the planner in hand, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and finally stopped stalling.

As much as you’d thought about it both before and during the shower, starting wasn’t actually all that easy. You should probably go for something simple but impactful, no excuses only apologies, and most importantly: it had to be sincere. You weren’t worried about the last one. You really were mortified by what you’d done, and you were sure you could let that come across in some way or another.

You wrote down a couple of lines, mostly about what had been going on at the time of the tweet - just to give it context - and when you were done with that, the rest of it seemed to come out on its own. You talked about how inappropriate it was to use such language, and about how irresponsible your drinking had been. You thanked anyone who would still be supporting you even after what had happened and even spent a couple of words for Tom and Chris, but you didn’t go at length about it. You didn’t really want to leave that particular part of the apology to the internet, you’d actually been thinking of asking Nina if there was any way to send a personal apology their way as that seemed the most proper approach to go about it. But it wasn’t important now.

When you’d finished, three or four more songs had gone by. You reread the whole thing and made a couple of corrections here and there but after that, you were done.

You put the planner, still open on the page you’d just finished writing, next to the phone on the small table and stretched out of the hunched position you’d inadvertently assumed while drafting. You then picked both the planner and the phone up with the intent of rewriting all of it down on the small device so you could send a quick e-mail to Nina for her confirmation. When you unlocked the screen you realised you’d completely missed your phone vibrating, as you had a new text from Nina herself.

You opened it up, she was asking you to meet her in a couple of hours at a café not too far from your apartment and to send her confirmation. So you did. The café really was very close, you could easily get there on foot, so you still had time to cook something and placate your grumbling stomach that had been requesting food since halfway through writing down the apology.

You made a quick strategy for the two hours you had before the meeting, you definitely had time for some pasta and, having already taken a shower, it wouldn’t take long to get dressed either.

With no more delay, you decided you would bring the planner with you and let Nina read it over coffee and simply got on with the rest of the day.

You left your apartment wearing a t-shirt and a scarf, a thin cardigan all bundled up in your bag. Even though it was warmer than usual for being almost September in London, it wasn’t exactly all that hot, and you could feel a chilly wind start to pick up for the evening.

You started walking, it would only take you a couple of turns and around fifteen minutes to get to the Caffé Piccolo where you would be meeting Nina. The way there was slightly extended when you crossed paths with a couple of your neighbours supposedly coming back from work.

You waved at Laura who lived on the third floor with her cute Collie puppy called Boss, and stopped to exchange a couple of words with you next-door neighbour Javed and his daughter Sashi, who was still wearing her school uniform. She smiled at you with the biggest tooth gap, one of her front teeth had apparently just fallen yesterday night and she was determined to tell you the riveting - and long! - tale of how it had happened, but Javed stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder and an “I’m sure our lovely neighbour is in a rush.”

You thanked him softly and promised Sashi you would see her for tea very soon, and she could tell you all about it then.

After Sashi and Javed, the walk to the café was pretty quiet. You’d been to what felt like hundreds of coffee shops before finally settling on Caffé Piccolo. You were ready to swear on your life that their coffee was the best in the whole of London. Even though they specialized in espresso - or simply coffee, like the owners often insisted -, they’d taken up several of the more eccentric drinks that one would usually associate with a bigger chain.

Caffé Piccolo was a small family business, the owners were a quirky Italian couple who’d been madly in love for over 30 years and had decided, with the help of their business school graduate son Andrea, to open up the place and bring true Italian coffee to London. They often gushed about what a genius Andrea was and how the success of their establishment was all thanks to him, but you were sure coffee that good would be enough to make anyone rich on its own.

You made the last turn and looked over at the entrance to the café where Nina was checking her phone and waiting for you in front of the big window next to the door. She looked up and noticed you too, you waved at her and then looked both ways before crossing the street to get to her.

When you finally reached her she greeted you with a big beautiful smile and a tight hug. You revelled in it.

You hugged her back enthusiastically and when you separated, you kissed her cheek and said: “It is so great to see you! I really need a friendly face right now.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you too,” she replied, then asked you “Did you get the apology done?”

Straight into business as usual, but you loved her for it. You shook your head, laughing gently, and answered “Yes, yes. But please, coffee first.” With that, you held the door open for her and then followed her inside.

Andrea was the one at the counter for the day, and as soon as he saw you he greeted you with a loud and affectionate “Ehi, bellezza!” but the moment he saw Nina he reined it in and corrected himself with a sombre wave before going back to the next client.

For some unknown reason, Andrea was really intimidated by Nina. You could kind of understand why, Nina had a huge presence, but she also had impeccable manners and that included waitstaff. Oh well, this wasn’t really the time to worry about it.

Nina and you sat down at a small table next to the window and started chatting while waiting for Andrea to get your order.

You were just about to pull the small planner out of your bag when Nina rushed “So, let’s see it.” extending an expecting hand for it.

“Nina!” you sighed, entertained “I literally just sat down.”

You finally fished the planner out and opened it to the page with the apology, offering it to her obligingly. Without another word, she began reading.

You looked at her slightly bent head, trying to discern a reaction from her features, but she gave you nothing aside from some pensive "Hmm"s here and there. When she was finished, she looked back at you and, without being prompted, began reading aloud from the planner she had now lifted from the table.

"In light of what has recently happened after my win at the VMAs, I feel like I need to apologise for my behaviour and for what I published here on Twitter the night of the event."

She stopped for a second, you started unconsciously bumping your leg up and down with nervousness. Nina looked you in the eyes and then back to the page and continued.

"I realise that what I wrote was grossly inappropriate, both towards Tom Hiddleston and Chris Hemsworth and to everyone who has been supporting me in this amazing time of my life. I could use the celebration of the award as an excuse for my drinking that night, but I firmly believe that I need to own up to what I said and to the fact that it was reckless of me to drink so incredibly much. I realise that, as someone in the public eye, I should have known better and set a better example."

Nina paused again, by then you had started chewing on your thumbnail and you felt like you were vibrating out of your skin. Sometimes you really hated Nina's poker face. Before picking up again, she scrunched her lips in an impressed and slightly entertained smile. She knew exactly what being unable to read her was doing to you, and she enjoyed it greatly.

"In conclusion, I want to say that no kind of objectification is acceptable. As a woman, I am aware of how it feels to be on the other side of the issue, so I believe that my words are made that much worse by this fact. I hope I can regain everyone's trust, and I promise to try and be the best self I can be from now on."

She set the planner back on the table and declared: "Well done, sweetie." breaking into a huge grin.

You sighed in relief, your leg stopping its restless motion, and put both hands on the table in front of you, deflating. Exactly then, Andrea approached to take your order.

"Hello again, bellezza. Hello... Nina." he eyed her apprehensively, then looked back to you "What can I get you?"

You hadn't even thought about what to drink, so it was a welcome respite when Nina took over with a "We'll have a pot of black tea and two cups, please".

Andrea nodded briefly, noting the order down, and then you and Nina were alone again.

"As I was saying," she preceded you "Good job!"

You smiled and then asked her "Does anything need to be changed?"

"Oh, not at all, sweetheart. It's perfectly alright."

You nodded and went to grab the planner to put it back in your bag, but you stopped when she started "Although," at that, you paused "I'm surprised by how little time you took to apologise to the real victims." she accompanied the last word with exaggerated finger-quotes.

"Ah yes," you replied, finally grabbing the planner and getting on with putting it back "About that..." you looked back to Nina and went on "I wanted to ask you if there was any way to maybe send a direct apology to them?"

Her expression seemed puzzled so you continued "It felt a bit..." you searched for the right word "...indelicate to leave that specific apology to social media. I really feel like I owe them something more personal."

She nodded, "Well, yeah, I guess that could be arranged. Did you have something specific in mind?"

You thought about it for a second or two then answered: "I thought I could definitely write them a card, and maybe send a gift basket or something of the sort?"

She smiled knowingly and recited "Always better to atone-"

"With gifts." you finished for her, then laughed.

"And who might you have learned that from?" it was a rhetorical question, of course. It had been one of the first things you'd heard Nina say, on the second day you'd met her, and ever since, you had heard it so many times you had lost count. It seemed like there was always someone screwing up at the music label. At least in that, you weren't alone.

"Well, from the best, obviously." you conceded. Then you continued "In all seriousness, though, I really do think I owe them a serious apology. And I assumed a present wouldn't hurt the cause."

She nodded in agreement, then excitedly exclaimed "Oh! I have an idea! Wine!"

"Wine?"

"Yes, wine." she replied, "Hiddleston seems like a classy one, and I'm sure Hemsworth wouldn't despise a nice bottle either."

"That is a great idea. You're a genius, Nina."

"Did you ever doubt it, honey?" you looked straight at each other for a moment, and then started laughing at the same time, all the seriousness that might have been there immediately gone.

Just then, Andrea approached the table carrying a tray with your order. He set it down between you and Nina and asked: "What are we laughing about?"

Nina took over again, looked at him and answered: "Oh, our famous singer here got herself in some trouble she needs to make up for."

You looked at her, ready to fake outrage, but you stopped yourself when you noticed Andrea looking at her intently. Wait a minute, was that…? You couldn't believe it! Andrea was definitely into Nina.

He was looking at her with a small, shy smile, but when a couple of seconds had passed and nobody had said anything else, he seemed to recoil with a blush and remember you were still there, the moment completely gone. He looked between the two of you self-consciously and left with a "Well, here you go ladies."

You almost grimaced, this probably meant you would have to tell him Nina was exclusively into women at some point.

You called a half-hearted "Thank you!" after him and looked at Nina frowning in sympathy. She seemed to have noticed Andrea's predicament too because before you could say another word, she stopped you with a finger to her lips and a dejected smile. You guessed you could drop it for now.

You started pouring the tea for both of you when she went ahead "So, it's decided. You can write and tweet the apology whenever you're ready, honey. The sooner the better, of course."

"Yes, yes, I'll get it done by tonight."

You started sipping on your tea, relaxing back in your chair, when suddenly you remembered the other problem that had arisen earlier in the day.

"I almost forgot!" you sat up and put your cup of tea down "The new Marvel premiere is this Wednesday, did you know?!"

Nina avoided answering by taking a sip, a somewhat guilty expression settling on her face, and looked at you from above the rim of her cup. When she realised there was no getting out of replying, she set it back down and closed her eyes with a pained sigh.

"I know, I know..." she opened them again "I didn't forget. And yes, before you ask, I was trying to avoid the subject."

You let out an aggrieved moan and hunched over the edge of the table, putting your face between your hands. "Ugh! How am I gonna survive this?!"

Nina stretched her hand and patted you gently on your left shoulder, then said: "It'll be fine, sweetheart, there'll be so many people I'm sure you won't even have to look at either of them."

You lifted up your head and pointed at her decisively "That is exactly my plan!" you straightened up and continued resolutely "I'm gonna walk the red carpet, talk to the people I gotta talk to, and I'll avoid the both of them like the plague until the screening is over."

Nina retracted her hand and nodded solemnly "That sounds like a solid plan. I'm positive it'll be alright." she lifted her cup to her mouth with both hands and before taking another sip she continued "Now, let's talk about your schedule for next month."

And with that, the subject was changed.

By the time you and Nina had parted ways, a couple of hours had passed and you’d managed to settle on the content of the apology that would be sent to the two actors in your name but through the agency. In the end, you’d decided to follow Nina’s suggestion of gifting them wine, too. Moreover, by the time you went to bed, you'd sent the apology out into the vastness of the internet, both through Twitter and other social media.

The rest of the week was quite uneventful, as far as your daily life permitted.

The day after you and Nina met, she let you have another day off with the excuse that, because of the whole Twitter ordeal, you hadn’t really had the time to truly enjoy your hard-earned award. You took advantage of it by inviting your sister over for dinner and spending most of the day cooking an elaborate meal. It had been quite a while since the two of you had had a chance to catch up, and you knew she was always happy when you cooked for her as she wasn’t a very dedicated cook herself, so your cooking became the rare occasion for her to have a taste of home.

If the day right after meeting Nina was relaxing and even boring at times, the rest of the week seemed to fly by in an instant, the weekend included. You had several meetings at the music label, mostly regarding some promotional material that you had to either approve of or pose for. They felt like long working days, but they were so full that when the night of the premiere finally came, you’d barely had a chance to come to terms with it. In the end, it had kind of sneaked up on you.

As it had happened every other day of a big event, that afternoon your apartment came alive with the crew that was tasked with preparing you for the evening.

Your stylist Nadia had managed to borrow a gorgeous purple gown by Marchesa, from the Fall/Winter 2018 Notte Collection. The gown had an elegant but fresh feeling to it. Its crossed collar left your shoulders uncovered, giving the look a youthful shine, but the deep purple extending from the top and getting lighter towards the edge of the skirt elevated its elegance and gave you a distinguished aura. To top it all off, a scattering of lucent beads hand-sewn all across the dress seemed to project you among the starry sky.

Even though you would have loved to keep it after the premiere, the gown was to be given back, as was often the case with dresses worn at one-time events. Still, you were grateful to be able to wear it, even for just one night, and it wouldn’t really belong in your wardrobe anyway. Garments like this one were rarely worn twice.

You eyed the dress from the corner of your eye to where it was hanging down from the tall mirror you’d brought to the living room for the fitting. It wasn’t yet time to put it on, Linda had just finished on your hair and was presently starting on your make-up. You contemplated taking a quick look at your phone to distract yourself from the nervousness that was starting to mount in your stomach, but opted against it when Linda spoke.

“So, are you excited for tonight?”

You couldn’t control the expression that came over your features, a dissonance of grimace and elation. Linda must have seen it too - she was looking straight at you and applying foundation after all - because she barely managed to suppress a smile, probably trying to spare your feelings.

It was alright, though, the situation was indeed quite absurd. Had you not been the one in the middle of it all, you would have probably found it at least a little funny, too.

You closed your eyes when she ordered you to and finally answered “I certainly am. Concerned, too.”

When you opened them again, she was directing a questioning look at you, to which you expanded “I’m definitely honoured to have been featured on the soundtrack. I am perfectly conscious of how lucky I am, seeing how much of a newbie I am in this industry.”

“Well, I guess that’s true,” she agreed, but then went on “However, your album has really been a huge success so far, so it’s only natural that the higher-ups at Marvel took notice. It is a very topical choice, don’t you think?”

Linda was always so logical that anybody who didn’t really know her might have taken her statement as a mere observation of fact, but you could hear the underlying compliment.

“You might be right, yes.” you nodded with a small smile.

“And… Hm…” she hesitated “What about the other thing?” she finally pressed on.

“The... other... thing?”

She looked behind you to the kitchen where Nina was having an animated phone conversation as if that was supposed to explain what she was referring to. You followed her line of sight, then turned back to her. When she realised you had no idea what she was talking about, she explained: “You know, the thing with Twitter and those two actors?”

Only Linda could be so thoroughly disinterested in learning the names of two big shots of the movie industry.

“Ah, that thing.” you closed your eyes again, and she went on to apply eyeshadow with a soft brush. You continued “There isn’t really that much I can do about it at this point. It’s definitely been giving me some degree of anxiety”, you conceded “But aside from apologising and trying not to come in contact with them at all tonight, I don’t have any more of a plan.”

You opened your eyes when you noticed the brush gone from your eyelids and that she was keeping strangely silent. Linda met you with an incredulous expression that told you exactly how little faith she had in your brilliant plan.

You looked back at her defiantly and without a word for a couple of seconds, then you both started laughing.

“Oh, shush you!” you warned her jokingly.

“I didn’t say anything!” she replied with an entertained shrug and laughter still on her lips. Then she got back to your makeup and that was that of that conversation.

About one more hour went by, your nervousness swelling with every passing minute, and it was finally time to put on the dress and get going.

It was a testament to how good a stylist Nadia was that she hadn’t even needed to meet you for a fitting to make the perfect adjustments to the dress so that it would suit you flawlessly.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, at what an incredible job Nadia and Linda had done with you. Every time they helped you get ready for an event, the end result was such an amazing one that your eyes glazed over a bit with unshed tears.

You turned back to them and extended your arms, they didn’t hesitate to meet you in the hug.

“You look dazzling, honey,” said Nadia.

“Absolutely stunning,” agreed Linda, nodding fervently.

“All thanks to you,” you replied.

“Yes, yes, this is all very moving,” Nina interjected, finally off the phone but still quite spirited “I don’t mean to be a moment ruiner, but we really need to get going.”

You nodded and grabbed the small white clutch Nadia had chosen to complete your outfit from the dining room table, inside it was your mobile phone and house keys. You turned back to wave them goodbye and opened the front door.

Nina followed you, calling back a quick “I’ll see you there later.” to Nadia and Linda, and closing the door behind herself.

When you were finally seated in the sleek car that had come to pick you up, Nina right next to you, the weight of what was about to happen hit you all at once. The ride felt deceivingly short so you barely had any time to process it all before the car had stopped and someone was opening the door for you.

The red carpet was a rush of flashing cameras and questions from journalists. Everything felt so hectic that you didn't have any time at all to dwell on your worry. You walked the first section of it slowly - as you’d been instructed to - so that the photographers could capture your outfit in its entirety. Then came the media portion of it. You stopped every two steps for varying amounts of times and answered questions on the song for the movie, the designer of your outfit, how excited you were, and even your Twitter debacle once or twice. That part wasn’t as enjoyable but luckily, the journalists who asked about it were quite kind to you.

You finally got to the end of the long line of journalists after what felt like an entire hour and were taking advantage of the respite when someone touched you gently on the shoulder once, and a male voice greeted from behind you “Hi!”

You turned around fixing a polite smile on your face, expecting to see one of the stewards waiting to inform you of where to go next, and started to greet them back with an enthusiastic “Hey!” However, the word died on your lips and the smile on your face froze and contorted into what must have been a terrified grimace when you finally realised who exactly had greeted you.

It was no steward.

Standing right there in front of you was none other than Thomas William Hiddleston, a radiant and warm smile dancing on his lips and directed straight at you.

Chapter 3

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Part-Time Babysitter

AoT/SnK Fanfiction

Pairings: Sasha Braus x Levi Ackerman

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don’t own SnK/AoT

Chapter Four

Sasha stared at the bright phone screen, thoughts over the place. After she hung up, she just sat there not sure exactly what to think. For starters, she hadn't expected a call from Mr. Levi (1). At all. She assumed Hange would call her since he had her number before she left the Ackerman residence. And Mr. Levi did tell her that Hange would call her. It was very reasonable for Sasha to be quite surprised when Krista informed her Levi was on the phone. Sasha ran through a mental checklist of the people she knew named Levi and came up with one, and he had crazy ass fangirls and fanboys. And, boy, was her new employer quick with getting back to her. It had barely been a day since she had met Mr. Levi. It took a month—an anxiety-ridden, food-shoveling-filled month—for her current employer to get back to her when she first applied to the cafe. Not to mention the call itself was awkward. There was no other way to describe it. Sasha thought the man had a presence when she met him in the house, but on the phone, the man sounded like he wanted to be anywhere else other than on the phone.

Deciding that she can think about it later, she placed her phone on the table. Before she could pick up her slice of pizza, someone did the unthinkable. A pair of hands snatched Sasha's plate away from her. When Sasha shot a glare at the asshole who took her plate, which happened to be Ymir, she found herself staring at four curious and expectant faces demanding an explanation. Sighing, unwillingly admitting defeat, Sasha slumped back into her seat. "What?" she grumbled.

"That was a guy calling you," stammered Jean.

Jean's shock was reasonable considering the only guys Sasha received calls from are her immediate guy friends and the guys who worked at the cafe. It's pretty shocking that Sasha would be getting a call from a guy outside of her social circle. However, Sasha wasn't exactly in the mood to be dealing with Jean's shock. "What's your point?"

"Shut up, Jean," Ymir interjected. "You're gonna say something stupid." Jean opened his mouth to say something, but his jaw snapped shut when Ymir glared at him, eyes promising pain.

Once Jean was effectively silenced, Ymir turned her glower onto Sasha who inwardly cringed. She had the dubious honor of being Ymir's roommate for over two years now. At first, Ymir's glowers gave Sasha heart palpitations. Since she had been the unwilling recipient of many Ymir glowers, Sasha no longer has to worry about heart problems. But the looks still unsettle her.

Ymir pointed her finger at Sasha. "You. Explain. Now."

Sasha almost rolled her eyes. "The guy who just called me is my employer for the part-time job that I'm doing."

Krista frowned. "But, what is your part-time job, Sasha? You never told us that."

Sasha blinked. It never occurred to her that her friends wanted to know. She let out a slow breath through her nose.

"I'm babysitting his kids whenever a family friend can't."

"Sasha, do you have experience with babysitting and don't you need certificates for CPR and other classes?" Armin asked.

Sasha sighed. "I used to babysit when I was in high school. And you guys forget all of us are CPR and AED certified when we were hired to work at Wall Sina Maid Cafe." Sasha glared at her plate still being held captive. "Now, give me my damn plate back."

Ymir slid the plate over to Sasha, her curiosity sated.

"So, why did he call you?" Jean asked.

"Does it matter?" Sasha asked before taking a bite out of her pizza.

"Not really," Armin interjected. "But, we are curious."

"He was checking to see if I'm still coming over Saturday at 10 am. That's all."

Sasha never felt so relieved when they stopped asking questions and moved onto other areas of conversation. She was relieved that they missed her slip when she almost called Levi Mr. Ackerman. That would not have ended well. Sasha couldn't imagine the number of questions that would have come out of it. Levi Ackerman was a well-known name, among both guys and girls. And answering a bunch of questions meant more time explaining everything. Sasha figured Mr. Levi wouldn't appreciate her disclosing information about his family and him when she didn't have the right.

Once they ate lunch, everyone went their separate ways. Sasha had a shift at the maid cafe that started at 3 pm which was in less than two hours, but she needed to go home and grab her uniform. And since Krista was working the same shift, Sasha drove them both to work. It wasn't much of a surprise for her to get back to the apartment before Krista and Ymir since the two took a longer route to get back to the apartment complex to spend time together.

Sasha found out about the two when she came home late one night from working the night shift and found them in a very compromising position (2). Both parties were embarrassed, and both girls told Sasha about their relationship. Although, she was surprised because she never really expected that, but Sasha quickly found out that she didn't have a problem with them. They were her friends no matter their sexual orientation. Sasha also believed that they both deserve to be happy with each other.

Sasha unpacked her school supplies from her bag and packed her maid outfit in her backpack. She wasn't a big fan of wearing this outfit. Sasha always looked forward to the days when the cafe did cosplay events. She packed her bag with her cosmetics that she typically applied once she had tugged on her uniform. If she had her way, she wouldn't be wearing cosmetics; however, she knew that wearing makeup was part of the job. Sasha locked her door and decided to wait on the sofa in the living room for Krista and Ymir to come back. She didn't have to wait long for the two girls to come walking in, both wearing smiles.

Krista waved at Sasha. "I'll be quick! Promise!"

The blonde-haired girl raced to her room while Ymir lazily flopped onto the couch right next to Sasha.

"Does this Levi know about this job?"

"No, I don't think I told him. I'm gonna tell him I have another job, but he's not gonna know what it is. Hopefully, he doesn't find out that I work at a maid café."

Ymir raised an eyebrow. "What would you do if he finds out?"

Sasha blanched. She sincerely hoped Mr. Levi would never find out because that would be the worse day she would ever have. "Well," Sasha swallowed. "I sincerely hope he doesn't have a maid fetish?"

Ymir snorted. A heartbeat later, the lean girl was a giggling mess on the couch. Sasha opted to ignore her. Krista came out and looked curiously at her girlfriend who practically fell off the couch cackling, gasping for air.

Before Krista had the chance to ask, Sasha was already up and pulling Krista along with her.

"Bye, Ymir! We'll see you later!" the sweet blonde girl called over her shoulder.

Once the door was closed, Krista asked, "What was Ymir giggling about?"

Sasha waited for a beat before deadpanning, "Fetishes."

The silence that followed was almost rewarding.

Sasha pulled into Wall Sina Maid Cafe's parking lot. Wall Sina Maid Cafe had been in business for five years by the time Sasha became an employee when she first got into college to help her pay for expenses almost three years ago. And Sasha loved working at the cafe not only because of the people she worked with, but also the cool deals she gets as an employee (especially when food is involved) are pretty damn sweet.

Sasha maneuvered her Hummer around the parking lot to the parking lot in the back designated for employees and her employer to park. Once she parked into a spot, Krista and Sasha climbed out the truck and headed towards the employee entrance in the back. Once inside the girls immediately punched in and headed towards the girls' locker room to get changed.

Despite being a very local cafe, Wall Sina Maid Cafe was quite big especially the section in the very back of the cafe. There were the locker rooms separated into the boys' and girls' locker rooms. Mrs. Sonya Kirstein (3) the cafe's owner and Sasha's employer, had been very generous in installing two shower rooms: one for the girls and one for the guys. There were also two offices: one for Ms. Sonya and one for Jean who was the Assistant Manager. There was a nice size break room that came with a refrigerator, tables, couches, and a microwave. The employees added a coffee maker when it incredibly clear that most of the employees ran on coffee.

Sasha and Krista walked into the locker room and greeted Annie and Mina who were finishing changing out of their maid outfits into regular clothing. On Wednesdays, Annie and Mina have morning classes, so they handled the morning shifts. Krista and Sasha typically dealt with the afternoon shift with occasionally Armin or Jean assisting them depending on how crowded the cafe is and if they had enough people in the kitchen.

Krista and Sasha quickly stripped down and changed into their uniform and applied makeup. After doing it so many times, Sasha could do it in her sleep. Krista and Sasha nodded at Annie and Mina who waved and in Annie's case, a quick dip of the head in acknowledgment, as the two other girls left.

Sasha and Krista left to head over to Ms. Sonya's office as was the practice to let their employer know that they are present and ready to work. However, in Sasha's case, she had to talk to Ms. Sonya about the email and her new part-time babysitting job she was now doing. The girls reached the open door of Ms. Sonya's office. Their employer was sitting behind her desk with Jean and Armin sitting across from her in the two chairs she usually reserved for customers and employees. Sasha liked Jean's mom because of her motherly nature and her constant consideration of her employees. Many employers forget that their employees are students and do have college life to attend to other than working all the time. When Sasha first started working, she had little to zero knowledge of how to be a good maid/waitress, and Ms. Sonya had taken time out of managing her cafe to teach Sasha the ropes.

At first, she had referred to her boss as Mrs. Kirstein, despite being told to call her Ms. Sonya. It took a while for Sasha to be comfortable enough to call her boss Ms. Sonya. Sonya Kirstein glanced over to see the two girls standing in the doorway of her small office.

"Ah, our evening crew is here and assembled. Hello, girls. Come on in," the cheerful, motherly woman said waving the two girls into her office. "I just finished telling Jean and Armin the plan for tonight. Bertholdt called in sick so Connie will be the only one cooking tonight once Reiner's shift ends, so I'm putting Armin on cooking duty. Fortunately, Hannah will be able to assist you ladies with serving our customers until she leaves. I'm putting Jean on butler duty tonight to assist."

Jean scowled. Everyone knew he didn't like the butler role-playing despite being very good at it. Sasha cracked a smile.

"Armin will be assisting in the kitchens, and Nicolo had offered to come in when I called him since he is the only one available."

Sasha and Krista breathed a sigh of relief. Having people in the kitchen was important for everything to run smoothly.

"Sasha, you are in charge of the shift tonight, and closing since Jean and I are leaving as soon as we close shop at 7:30 pm to pick up more material to create the pamphlets that Franz is designing for us. Krista, would you be a doll and help us out? Jean can give you a ride back to your apartment since Sasha won't be able to drive you back home."

"Sure, I would love to help you."

"Excellent. That's all I've got for you. Everyone but Sasha get crackin'! We've got customers!"

Sasha watched as her coworkers hurried off to start their assignments. She closed the office door and sat in the chair in front of Ms. Sonya's desk. "You wanted to talk to me about the email?" Sasha asked.

"Mostly. I need you to do an inventory which will take all of tomorrow. I also need you to take sizes of all the ladies because I'm putting in orders for the costumes Hannah and Franz are putting together for the cosplay we are planning on doing which I will be announcing next week. If you can get that done before Saturday that will be great."

"I can do that."

"Also, keep the key with you because I want you to open shop tomorrow."

Sasha blinked. That was unexpected.

"Okay."

"Talk to me a little about this job of yours."

"It's a part-time babysitting job. I wanted to ask you if I can pick up all of the shifts for tomorrow and Sunday."

"Sasha, dear, that's a lot of work. When are you meeting your employer?"

"This Saturday at 10 am."

"First, figure out a schedule with your employer, and we can work around that. I'm going to put Ymir on some of your shifts until then. But, you can have the morning and evening shifts tomorrow but take Sunday off."

Sasha opened her mouth to protest when Ms. Sonya shot her a look. Sasha deflated and nodded her head. "I will text you my schedule if there is one."

Ms. Sonya smiled, "Please do dear. I kept you long enough."

Sasha nodded her head. "Thanks, Ms. Sonya. I appreciate it."

"Of course, dear."

Sasha hurried out of Ms. Sonya's office and rushed to the kitchen to see Reiner coming out of the kitchen to take his break. He gave her a fist bump. She walked in the kitchen to grab her tray and pad while waving at Connie who gave her his trademark silly grin. Sasha took a deep breath and put a smile on her face and walked out towards the front towards her customers. Krista, Hannah, and Jean were already out there, seating and serving customers.

She walked towards a newly occupied table that sat a red-haired girl and a blonde-haired young man. She recognized them as her regular customers. Farlan (4) and Isabel. Sasha liked them both. Farlan was such a good conversationalist, so it was never dull serving him. And Isabel was such an animated girl, Sasha couldn't help but enjoy listening to her talk about her big brother. Her neat freak brother. It was adorable hearing Isabel talk about her brother which made Sasha wish she had a younger sibling or an older sibling. (5)

"Ah! Sasha! Over here!" yelled Isabel waving her hand at Sasha grinning from ear to ear.

Farlan offered Sasha an apologetic smile for his boisterous companion who was drawing the attention of other customers, especially the senior woman who turned her nose upward at the loud girl in disapproval. Sasha didn't mind and didn't care. That was just how Isabel was, and the senior woman was a crank. Luckily for Sasha, Krista was the one who was serving the old crank's table.

Sasha smiled as she walked over to their table. She bowed slightly. "Master Farlan and Miss Isabel," she greeted using the serving maid etiquette she was taught to use by Ms. Sonya.

"What would you like for today?"

"My usual, please," Farlan said handing over the menu.

Sasha looked over to Isabel who had her cheeks puffed out, glowering at Farlan who raised an eyebrow at her.

"C'mon, Isabel," Farlan said. "Sasha is waiting on other tables besides us. She has to take your order sometime today."

"You order the same damn thing every time we come here! Sasha! Change it up for Farlan!"

Farlan sighed, "I suppose I could order something different. What would you suggest, Miss Sasha?"

"Well, I would try the Colossal Titan Smoothie, master. It's one of our newer items on the menu," Sasha offered, opening up the menu to said item and showing it to Farlan. "If master prefers a shake, we can certainly make it to master's tastes."

Farlan snatched Isabel's menu away from her and flipped through it until he got to the page Sasha had opened using Farlan's menu. "Ah, this looks great. What do you suggest, Sasha? Shake or smoothie?"

Sasha blinked. It was rare for a customer to ask for her suggestion but with Farlan and Isabel, Sasha had quickly learned to expect the unexpected. It was quite refreshing and entertaining.

"I tend to buy the smoothie more often than the shake," she suggested.

"Smoothie, it is. Strawberry and mango, please."

"Yes, master," Sasha smiled, writing down Farlan's order who grinned at her. Sasha looked over at Isabel, expectantly. Isabel always ordered something new which was nice.

"I'll do the Cookies n' Cream Colossal Titan Shake, Sasha!" Isabel said grinning.

Sasha finished writing down Isabel's order. She offered the two a slight bow. "Your orders will be right up. If you need anything from me, please call me over."

Farlan smiled. "Thanks, Sasha!"

Sasha smiled and walked off to take her other tables' she finished getting orders from two dumbstruck young boys, Sasha was finally able to put the orders into a computer which will immediately show up on the computer in the kitchen. Placing her pad back into a pocket, she set out to prepare drinks. Walking into the kitchen, Sasha noted Reiner, Connie, and Armin hard at work, bustling around prepping dessert plates and making sandwiches. Sasha pulled out glassware to prepare drinks for her customers. Placing the filled glasses on her tray, she lifted it onto her shoulder. Being careful to move slowly, Sasha walked towards her designated tables to serve her customers. She greeted Hannah who passed her by carrying dirty plates on her tray who breathlessly greeted her back.

Sasha served her current customers their drinks before turning her head to the door and noted a couple standing together waiting to be seated. Quickly moving towards them, she spotted Jean assisting Krista with a rather large order.

Offering the pair a smile, she asked them to follow her to their seats. After seating them and handing the pair the menus, she bowed slightly to them. "Good afternoon, master and miss. Please take a look over your menus, and I will return shortly to take your orders. If you are ready before then, by all means, call me over."

Bowing again, she turned around and walked into the kitchen to see how her orders were coming along. To her pleasant surprise, Connie pushed over a tray filled with plates. "Table 5, Booth 6, and Booth 3."

"Thanks, Connie!" Sasha said as she lifted the tray.

Before she could leave, Reiner called over to her. "I've got the smoothie and shake ready to go for Table 9, Sasha."

Sasha beamed at Reiner. "Thank you so much! I'll be back in a jiffy!" she called over her shoulder as she bustled back out towards her customers with their food. Krista passed her by carrying a tray with empty plates and glasses to take to the kitchen to be cleaned. After giving her customers their meals and making sure they were all set, she walked over to Farlan's table. Farlan and Isabel appeared to be in a conversation that they immediately stopped when Sasha approached.

"Excuse me for interrupting you two," Sasha said, donning a sweet smile on her face, "but your smoothie and shake are coming right up."

Isabel cheered, "Cool! Thanks, Sasha!"

Sasha nodded her head and went off into the kitchen to collect the smoothie and shake. When she walked into the kitchen, Nicolo had arrived and was getting into the swing of things with Armin's help. Reiner was off to the side pulling off his apron and hanging it up while saying goodnight to everyone. "Have a good night, Reiner," Sasha called out to the tall and muscular young man.

Reiner smiled. "Thanks. You have a good night as well Ms. Shift Leader," he called over his shoulder as he left to punch out for the night.

Sasha greeted Nicolo as she placed the smoothie and shake onto her tray who nodded his head at her in acknowledgment. Sasha bustled to Isabel and Farlan and gave them their drinks. Sasha made her rounds to the tables she was currently serving, took orders from other tables, assisted Jean with seating people, and aided Hannah and Krista with cleaning empty tables.

She was rushing by Farlan and Isabel when Isabel waved her down. Adjusting her hold on her tray, Sasha came over to the table. "Is there something not to your liking?" she asked.

"Not at all!" Farlan exclaimed. "This was delicious! We want the check when you get a moment, Sasha."

Sasha smiled. "Of course. I'll be right back."

Sasha dropped off the dirty plates, silverware, and glassware for Connie, Armin, or Nicolo to take care of when they get the chance. If they don't do it, the plates would be left for her to clean up when she closed the place for the night. Sasha was accessing the computer to print out the check to give to Farlan when Hannah came up to her. "My shift has ended, Sasha," the shorter woman reported.

"Alright, have a good night Hannah," Sasha nodded to Hannah who smiled and left to get changed out of her uniform. Sasha snatched a check folder from the bin and placed Farlan's bill into it. She glanced over at the clock she saw that it was a quarter past 5 pm.

Armin poked his head out. "I got some of your orders ready to go, Sasha!"

Sasha tucked the check folder into her apron's pocket. "Thanks!" She headed to the kitchen to see Armin doing some last touches on a plate. Armin pushed the plate over to her.

"Here you go. How is it going out there?" Armin asked.

Sasha shrugged. "It's cooling down. The big afternoon crowd is gone and the early evening people are trickling in," Sasha grunted as she lifted the tray onto her shoulder. "Thanks, Armin."

"No problem."

Sasha was finishing placing the last plate on the tray in front of a customer when Jean came up to her. Motioning for Jean to wait for her, she told the customers to let her know if they needed anything.

"What's up?" Sasha asked when she walked up beside Jean.

"I'm going to help Mom with the packages. Can you handle the front until I get back?"

"Sure! But I need to take care of a customer's check first."

"No problem. Just take care of the arrivals. Thanks."

Apologizing for the wait, Sasha handed Farlan the check folder, and Farlan gave her his credit card. Once she told Krista her dilemma, Krista was more than happy to seat new customers until she finished serving Farlan and Isabel. Sasha quickly took care of Farlan's bill and handed the receipts to Farlan, and told the two to have a good night. She went up to the front to release Krista back into serving maid mode. Sasha studied the seating chart and noted that they had a good, busy day. Sasha moved to the side for Krista to return menus into the bin. Sasha was checking up on menus and silverware when she heard the bell ringing signaling the arrival of new customers.

Sasha immediately dropped what she was doing, and with a smile on her face, she turned to greet her guests. "Good evening, Mas—urk," she choked.

Standing barely two feet away from her, wearing white pants and a yellow button-down shirt stood Hange whose eyes looked comically wide behind his glasses. Another man, blonde and tall with a mustache, stood right behind Hange.

"Ter," Sasha finished weakly.

She was so screwed.

End Notes:

(1): Yes, I do have a reason why I'm having Sasha call Levi Mr. Levi, and it was based on how I was raised to refer to my elders by my parents. I was raised to call older adults either Mr., Mrs., Ms., or Miss even if they permitted me to call them by their first name. I'm making Sasha do the same thing.

(2): Minor Ymir x Krista will be present

(3): I decided to use Kirstein instead of Kirschtein because I prefer Kirstein over Kirschtein (there isn't a reason why). I also decided to give Jean's mom a name and Sonya was the first name that came to mind.

(4): Is it Furlan or Farlan? I don't know because I've seen so many variations of names that I pick which one I prefer more.

(5): I'm sure many of us would disagree with that. Hahaha...like me. I'm the oldest of three.

I have no experience in waiting tables at all, so if any of you guys do please tell me what I can do better and some ideas to help me out in writing future scenes.

Also, I know this chapter was probably a bit boring, but it was just setting up the next chapter.

#aot/snk #fanfiction #AU #sasha x levi #male!hange

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