#I HOPE OU UNDERSTAND ONE DAY MAYBE
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bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much 🥹
anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if you’re still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if you’re reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33
fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !
katsuki regrets planning this surprise.
it’s been one month. exactly 31 days since he’s last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.
katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since he’d gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.
except it involved him going abroad for a month.
you’d congratulated him when he’d told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, you’d made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ‘rise to stardom’ as you’d called it and he remembers chuckling about it. you’d even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.
he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when you’re lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you can’t fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, he’s committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. he’d seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.
so stupid. you’re stupid. and he misses you so much.
despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.
you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and you’d hound him about his, asking him if he’d eaten well and if he’d beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were you’d always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, he’d be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, you’d get mad at him for overworking himself.
he misses you so much.
he’s on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before he’d told you he would be, his surprise. you’d been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldn’t wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.
“ou, i can’t wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !” you chirped, he couldn’t wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.
“yeah, missed you too sweets” he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.
“you better be ready cus when you get back, m’not gonna let you go for a whole month.” you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as he’d fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.
“uhuh~?” he muses “better be ready for me when i get back. yer not goin’ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.”
“ew,” you snort “what am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?”
“that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.”
you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldn’t wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like he’d told you he always would be when you’d accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.
except now he’s starting to regret not just coming home on time.
don’t get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. he’d meant it when he told you he wouldn’t let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.
but right now he’s way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how he’ll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.
it’ll be worth it. at least that’s what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..
who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!
he can’t sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesn’t bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember he’s coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.
it’s pitch black by the time he’s off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees it’s 2:09 am and you’re no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.
his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he can’t help feeling nervous. katsuki knows it’s stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.
he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why he’s been gone for exactly 31 days.
he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because you’ve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (he’s forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)
katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. he’d managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming it’d lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.
he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didn’t care. he’d do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and that’s why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, he’d pushed through.
katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.
you’re fast asleep like he’d expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he can’t help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasn’t feeling all mushy he’d be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute he’ll put that off for now.
your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.
“katsu..?” you mumble sleepily “ ‘m i dreamin’ ?”
katsuki chuckles, eyes soft “glad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.”
you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up “katsuki !” you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both don’t care.
katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks you’ll suffocate him but he couldn’t care less, squeezing you like he’s trying to mold you to him.
you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like he’d hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. he’d hang up the moon and the stars and more.
all for you.
“you’re back !” you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest he’d smiled in a month.
“how’d you figure that one out ?” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.
“i thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow..” you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.
“it is tomorrow.” katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you can’t wipe off the happy look on your face.
“you know what i mean, asshole” you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek “later tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and you….out-surprised, me” you pout at your ruined plans.
he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks “was gonna, but couldn’t wait anymore. needed to see you.” he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point “felt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.”
you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly “ don’t be mean.” you scold.
he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides “you mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didn’t miss me ?” he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.
“of course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..” you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."
"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."
your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.
and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.
you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.
after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.
bonus :
"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.
"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"
you stiffen.
"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.
"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.
"fuckin' traitor." he growls.
"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.
"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.
"i'm soooorryy !!"
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An unexpected role | cl16
Summary: You revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well.
Warning: fluffy Charles, step dad!Charles, some tears while storytelling.
a/n: This is a little long story, but I hope you like it! Let me know in the comments if you'd like a part two of this. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
You never thought you'd go back to dating after the way your last relationship ended, which wasn't in a pleasant way... But here you were, in a coffee shop with a guy who was a known friend to your bestie, Lola, what seemed strange to you is that you never heard her talk about him... And obviously she hardly talked about him, since he is a racing driver.
To your surprise the date was going very well, you seemed to be in a fairy tale or something similar, you had a good feeling in your chest and it had been a long time since you had felt that way with someone.
“But I'm done talking about myself... Tell me more about yourself” He said while giving you a little smile, he told you about his races and that seemed very interesting to you, you used to be a Formula One fan when you were a little girl you watched the races with your father.
You let out a small sigh. "About me? I don't know what you would like to know about me, I don't think I have a very interesting life compared to yours.”
He denied while smiling. “You can tell me anything about yourself and I will find it very interesting.”
As if by fate, your cell phone, which was on the table, turned on showing a message from Lola, she was taking care of your little two-year-old girl Lily. The message said: “She just wanted to send her mama some kisses 😘” maybe she sent you a gif of your little daughter blowing kisses at the camera... You smiled a little when you saw the notification, what you didn't realize was the look of a certain green-eyed Monegasque who was also looking at the screen with curiosity.
“Um... Tell me you didn't see my screen, did you?” you said a little fearfully.
“I'll just tell you that I saw what was necessary... But now I am curious to know who that person is who sent you kisses” He tilted his head a little. “Do you have someone waiting for you at home?”
You took a breath, this wasn't the way you wanted him to know. “Actually... Yes, I have a little person waiting for me at home.”
You took courage and spoke again. “This wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you this, but,” you said with trembling hands. “I'm a single mom.”
You narrowed your eyes, expecting the worst possible reaction, perhaps he would get up from the table and leave without wanting to know more about you for the rest of his life, but you didn't expect his hand to rest on yours in a gesture that filled your heart.
“Wow... That's unexpected, but... Wow, I don't know what to say.” He said while giving you a loving look. “I don't want to sound nosy but you do have an interesting life.”
“Yes, well, dealing with a two-year-old little girl is not easy at all... But I wouldn't change it for anything.”
“Tell me about her… About you two actually.”
Just saying those words was enough to turn you into a first-rate chatterbox, you told him everything about you and Lily, the rollercoaster of emotions with pregnancy, the appointments to the gynecologist, the day she was born and so on, you practically spat out all the information there was and could be about the two of you. But his look of adoration and care did not leave his face, he listened attentively to every word you said to him, it was as if he were collecting data for the future? You didn't know exactly.
“Oh wow, that's totally amazing.” He said while having a small smile on his face. “I noticed you didn't mention her father, did something happen between you? If you don't want to answer, that's fine! I understand, there's no problem at all.”
You sighed again, there were few people who knew what happened between you and your ex, maybe telling him won't hurt.
“Well... He abandoned me when I told him I was pregnant, our relationship lasted almost two years, but when I told him the news, he left but without leaving me a nice little gift, a good blow on the cheek.” You said while chuckled. “And on top of that, my family didn't take the news very well either, they told me such hurtful things that made me feel unprotected and hurt by the people I least expected.” You said as you sobbed a little. “But hey, these are things that happen, right?” You said as you dried a few tears with your hand, but they kept coming, one of his hands rested on your face to dry your tears with his thumb and you smiled weakly.
“Oh God, I'm very sorry, I didn't imagine such a thing would have happened to you... But you are very brave and it shows, well, from what you tell me, that you do what is best for your little Lily." He said and your eyes crystalized again, you wanted to hug him, nobody had never said those beautiful words to you.
“Thank you Charles... I have never been told anything as nice as that.” You whispered.
“It's nothing, pretty. Now you will hear them more often.” He smiled as he winked and you giggled, apparently this date is going to lead to something very precious.
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“Honey, stay calm baby, mama is trying to comb your hair.” You said as you tried to make Lily's pigtails, but she was a little restless today, excited perhaps.
You had been talking to Charles after that date, and now two weeks after that he is going to meet little Lily, he is taking you both to an ice cream parlor. You had been sending him pictures of her and so on, you talked about everything and at the same time about nothing, it was like an instant connection and that for you was fascinating, considering that he didn't run away from you when you told him everything you experienced with your daughter.
The sound of your apartment's doorbell distracted you, luckily you managed to do your little girl's hair in time.
“Let's see who's waiting for us at the door, little princess.” You said and took her hand, when you opened the door Charles was there with a shy smile and in his hands he had a bouquet of daisies and a little bag.
“Hi cutie” He said with some tenderness and smiled. “Uhm... These are for you... I saw them and I remembered you, I don't know why, maybe because they are pretty like you.” He smiled and extended the bouquet of daisies to you.
“You didn't have to do it Charles," You said as you placed them in a vase of water. “My love, meet a friend, his name is Charles… Say hello darling.” You said to Lily, who was hiding behind your legs.
“H..hi!” Lily stammered, she talks a little, although sometimes she tends to be a non-stop chatterbox, but she's adorable.
“But it's the popular Lily! Your mama has told me a lot about you.” He said with a smile as he crouched down to be level with her. “Look, I brought you something.” He said as he took out a bunny stuffed animal from the bag, Lily's eyes lit up at the presence of the stuffed animal.
“Bunny!” She said as she stretched out her little hands towards the little stuffed animal and took it from Charles's hands.
“How do you say, honey?” You emphasized.
“Thank... You” She said while babbling between laughs, Charles gave her a little smile and a small kiss on her forehead, you can swear that when you saw that your heart melted completely.
“It's nothing little princess!” He said as he looked at you and smiled. “Okay, shall we go? Those ice creams are waiting for us!” He said in an animated tone earning a small jump from Lily. If this were a competition, he would already be ahead by a long shot.
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After going for ice cream and going to the park for a while, sleep began to take over Lily, both you and she had spent a very fun day with Charles, it's been a long time since you had such a good time, with her you always do your best to do something fun between the two of you.
“Mama... Swleep” She said adorably as she snuggled up next to you.
“Don't worry little one, Charlie is going to take us home, you will soon be sleeping comfortably in your bed." You said as you smiled at your little girl, you turned your head and saw the green-eyed boy smiling as he took your hand.
Sooner than expected you found yourself at the door of your building while trying to lift Lily out of the car.
“Leave it to me, I’ll help you with Lily.” He said and he carefully took Lily from your arms and carried her against his shoulder.
You noticed how natural the scene was and how incredibly comfortable Lily was in his arms, you smiled. Only Lola did those things to help you get out of somewhere with Lily, but seeing him with her in his arms gave you a feeling of familiarity in your chest.
You entered the building and took the elevator until you reached your apartment, when you entered he gave you Lily again and you took her to her room to put her pajamas on, he looked at you tenderly from the door frame, it's incredible how he won Lily's affection so quickly.
“You are ready to dream, little miss!” You said as you placed kisses on her face and she giggled while holding the stuffed bunny that Charles had given her earlier.
“Chas! Chas! Bed!” She said a little enthusiastically towards Charles, your time to tell her a story was approaching.
He approached her bed and she smiled and then you started telling her the respective bedtime story. At the end of telling her the story, you approached her and kissed her goodnight.
“Good night my sunshine! I love you so much” you said as you gave her a kiss and she smiled.
“Chas!” she said towards Charles and he smiled.
“Good night little one! I loved being with you and your mama today.” He said while he gave her a kiss on the forehead and caressed her head.
“Morrow chas?” She asked as she looked at him sleepily.
He smiled and looked at you tenderly, as if he was asking permission or something.
“Only if your mama agrees, darling.” He said and smiled a little.
You sighed and smiled. “It's okay sunshine, Charlie can come tomorrow.”
After saying that she smiled again and you two left the room closing the door behind you, you sighed a little and smiled at him.
“Thank you for this nice evening Charles,” you whispered. “You didn't have to came here and...”
You didn't finish speaking when you felt his lips on yours, it was an unexpected but amazing action in a way. Was it something that was going to happen? Yes, but you didn't expect it to be so soon, maybe he also felt the connection between the three of you.
“I'm not lying to you if I tell you that I want this every day, I mean... I want to go out with you to the most childish place of all, I want to have breakfast with you, play dolls with Lily, be your supporter and your rock.” He said in a whisper. “And I know it's an unexpected role in your lives, but I would really like this... I don't know if you also want the same thing.”
You nodded, you wanted this too, for the first time you felt seen, you felt like someone was listening to you and little Lily and that's something important for you two, because at the end of it all, he was going to gracefully take on the most unexpected role of all... And who knew that a date with your bestie's friend would go so well.
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TMA/TMAP Orignal VS Somewhere else
OK, So….
I’m new here. Take anything and everything I say here with a MASSIVE PILE of salt.
I don’t think that TMAGP takes place in an alternate universe. I think this is the world they left behind, and the fears are making their way back in for some reason.
Now, I know that this is not what most people expect. A lot of what I’ve seen is people thinking this is “somewhere else”, that Jon and Martin made it somewhere else in this sort of monkey’s paw sort of way.
But I don’t think so. I think this is the TMA universe. And the fears are coming back in. That’s why all the artifacts were coming back in from Hilltop. I think Jon and Martin and the extra got caught in the web and dragged into the last semblance of the fears that stayed behind—the web, because it connects everything and wasn’t going to wholly leave its home world because it knows that it’s home is useful and filled with a source of fear—so it left itself a way back in. We know that Annabelle is not wholly trustworthy from Jon’s last statement in TMA 200.
I think that as the fears come back, Jon starts to get more power again, as well. This is why he’s now reaching out to people via e-mail. He’s also probably trying to stop Fear-pocalypse 2, no fun for anyone. Because if the fears are coming back so quickly after leaving, there’s something else driving them back. And they’ll want to feed again.
It would also explain why the ruins of the Magnus Institute exist in this world. Why would a world that never had to deal with the 14 15 cosmic soup of the fears have a ruined Magnus institute? While the fears are a universal thing—or so it seems from how they left in TMA—the specific landmarks and people who are coming through make me think that there wasn’t a somewhere else for Jon and Martin to land.
Now I do understand why people think that this has to be somewhere else. The world of TMA should have been in ruins after the fears took over. And I agree, you’d think. But at the very, very end of TMA we do get Georgie and Basira talking. And it seems like the world just ‘snapped’ back to normal and it seems like everyone is pretending it was just a mass hallucination that everyone suffered. (I don’t want to imagine the generational PTSD, though. Yikes.) It seems like this is the TMA world, a few years down the line after everything righted itself.
That’s why Celia is there. I’ve seen a lot of people saying that she must have made the jump with Martin and Jon, but I don’t see how. (If you have an idea, please, please PLEASE tell me. I would LOVE to be wrong here.) She wasn’t an avatar. She wasn’t even an acolyte outside of being a victim herself. I guess I could see that since she lost her identity that she sort of qualified as a emissary of the stranger, but she’s the only one we’ve met thus far who is might be. And if I’m right, there should be a TON of people who are. Although, I guess people probably wouldn’t talk about their experiences in the fear-world. So maybe I’m wrong. I don’t know.
Anyway, I wanted to ask about something I hadn’t seen many people talking about from TMAP 7: The fact that a ‘security’ force burned down Hilltop Road Consignment shop. It almost seems like the security force knew what was going on, what it meant and why it needed to be stopped. Almost like it was a splinter cell of the original Magnus Institute that recognized what the hell was going on and was trying to stop it. I haven’t seen anyone geeking out about this part as much—mostly because OMG THERE’S SO MUCH to be excited about and theorizing about—but I was hoping someone else thought the same?
I was kind of wondering if there are any descendants from those who survived the TMA series—Basira/Georgie/Melanie—who may have started a watch-group or something because they knew the fears could return.
Anyway.
Happy “I’m losing my goddamned mind” day. I look forward to next Thursday where we somehow find a scrap of sanity left to lose it when TMAP 8 rolls out.
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Dear 4
I have noticed in our time as friends how much we differ from each other. You are energetic and bubbly and I am often reserved yet we complement each other so well.
While you are the comforting warmth of the sun, I am the cold drowsiness of the moon.
You are a hot scorching desert with no power, I am the fringed chills of the artic planes.
If you can defeat an army with pure brute strength and skill, I can take the out one at a time without a whisper being heard.
and if you, my dear 4, are a bright beacon who shines their light to all and spreads warmth and joy without discrimination then I am a lost soul in the dark, wanting only to be engulfed by your light.
Maybe you don't understand or maybe you do... but what I really mean by all this is a question. 4 will you go ou-
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"Heya 8, you've been in here for hours. I'm getting worried." 4 said startling 8 and making the poor octoling fumble and stutter, not helped by how close 4 was. 8 quickly hide the paper behind her.
"I've- well.. I've uh j-just been writing. A-A poem, nothing s-special." 8 really hoped her face covering blush could be taken as from suprise.
"Oh, really!?" 4 said with a light in her eyes that made 8's hearts skip a beat. "Can I see, your work is always amazing." 4's smile was so genuine and curious that it took all of 8's power to resist.
"Uh it's a w-work in progress.. Once I-I'm done I'll show you." 8 really wished she'd have the courage, but the trash can next to her desk with a stack of discarded papers overflowing out of it didn't make that seem likely.
"Hmmm, aw fine. I guess I can wait.." 4 sighed but still kept her chripy mood "Anyway, you've been in here all day. I got a movie for us to watch!"
"I-I kinda wanna finish this-" 8 was cut off as 4 grabbed her hand instantly destroying any train of thought the poor lesbian had.
"Pleaseeeeeeee, it's so empty around the house when you're not out there with me. I wanna talk and watch a movie with you. I bought your favorite chips and drinks just so we could." 4's eyes were that of puppies in cuteness and sadness but like a knife in how they cut deep inside her more than the whole of the metro did. 8's hearts physically pained seeing 4 so upset, a small part of 8 felt honored that 4 enjoyed her presence so much but.... seeing 4's frown was a poison to 8's very soul that coursed further through her veins every second it existed.
"Don't feel like you have to... i-it's okay if you *sniff* don't wann-"
"NO! I-I do want to watch the movie! Please do not be upset, I haven't been getting anywhere with my poems anyway." 8 begged and pleaded in her head for 4 to smile again for her body may not be able to handle seeing the frown any longer.
"R-Really? I was starting to think I-I was annoying you with wanting to hang out all the time..." 4's frown vanished but her heavenly smile refused to grace 8 once more.
"No, 4 you never annoy me. Never! Now then what movie are we watching?" 8 smiled and she was instantly met with the wide tooth grin of 4. The poison in her veins vanished from this power and 8 felt at ease again. Even if her hearts were beating twice as fast and her face felt so hot, she would not be surprised if it melted off any second now.
"It's that Five days at franks... or whatever it was called movie! I've heard a lot about it being good! I really hope we-" 4 rambled for a moment, an all too often occurrence that entranced 8 the same it had the first hundred times, but she managed to find enough will power to grab her pencil and finish writing the poem.
Stuffing it in her back pocket, 8 walked over to 4 and gestured for them to go to the tv. 4 nodded and grabbed her hand, still rambling her theories while dragging 8 over. Unawake of the blush her action was causing.
regardless 8 quickly settled in, sitting next to 4 on the couch as close as she could manage without seeming to weird. She wanted to be close but she could settl-
As if reading 8's mind 4 grabbed her and pulled her close. Leaning on the octolings and cuddling up to her should while starting the movie. 8 felt her blush burn brighter, her gaze turned to the inkling who watched the screen intently. Making occasional comments but seeming content with snuggling up to 8. A smile joined the blush on 8's face and a thought her brain never considered arrived. Could 4 like her back?
8 considered what to do with this thought, maybe it was best to keep it to her-.... No this had gone on too long.
"Hey 4?" the inkling turned to look at her, still not moving her head from 8's arm "Do you want to see the poem I was working on?"
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day 14: mistletoe | chwe hansol.
↳ the one about hansol avoiding every mistletoe if you’re under it
◇ chwe hansol x female reader
◇ angst with happy ending | friends to lovers
◇ warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing. if i missed anything else please let me know!
◇ 2084 words (lol are we surprised?)
authors note: this is for day 14 of @svthub december prompt challenge: mistletoe. please let me know what you think and i hope you guys enjoy!
another note: i can't believe this is so long lol i guess i really can't help myself when it comes to hansol dfhdjhdj
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nonieeee
[10:00pm] nonieeee: where are you?
The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself after seeing the message your best friend had sent. He spent the whole night avoiding you, outright at some points even, and now wants to know where you are.
Fucking typical that is.
Usually, it’s something you can brush off easily, aware that he prefers to be somewhere else instead of attending big parties such as this, but you were hoping that tonight would’ve been different.
Wearing his favourite red dress that you own and the necklace he gifted you on your birthday, you wished that Hansol would finally take notice of you, and finally see the way you feel about him. In turn, you hoped that he feels the same about you too.
But, he crushed any chance of that happening with the way he’d been acting, so you spend the rest of the night nursing a glass of wine one after the other. Finally feeling somewhat numb, you’re not going to let him ruin the rest of the night for you.
[10:05pm] you: why do you care
[10:05pm] nonieeee: why wouldn’t i?
You almost can’t believe that you really have to spell it out for him, especially in your inebriated state. Almost.
[10:06pm] you: youve been tryging to avoidf me all nigth
[10:06pm] nonieeee: are you drunk?
Rolling your eyes, you down the last drops of your sixth wine of the night before replying.
[10:07pm] you: i am notttttt
Placing your phone down on the bar, you ask the bartender for another glass. After taking a few sips of your drink, you finally notice the blinking notification on your phone.
[10:07pm] nonieeee: how much have you had to drink?
[10:10pm] nonieeee: y/n where are you?
[10:12pm] you: im fgine nonieeeeere
[10:12pm] you: go bacjk to ignroing me
[10:13pm] nonieeee: i haven’t been ignoring you
You may not be sober but the way Hansol is acting right now is confusing, even if you were. Not one part of you understands why he’s suddenly acting like this and you can’t tell whether he’s being dumb or he’s really not understanding what is happening.
Whatever the case is, your patience has been long gone and replaced by hurt. No longer able to hold it in, you embrace the liquid courage coursing your veins and finally speak your mind. Maybe, your heart too.
[10:17pm] you: omgg yes yuo hav
[10:17pm] you: you bolted as sooon as i said hii toy ou,. left the ktcihen when i entered nd left the couch as soon as i satt dwon next toyo u
[10:19pm] you: ibet youre wonderngi where i am just so youu cani gnore me again
[10:20pm] nonieeee: that’s not true
You laugh at how ridiculous he’s being, though there’s no mirth to it. Finishing the rest of your drink, you throw all caution out the window.
[10:22pm] you: i even worem y pretty dress that you likee and the neckalce that you gotm e formy birthday because i wnted you tos ee me, to finally notice me
[10:23pm] you: but dont worrryy i gett itn ow. im out of th eway so you can enjoy the rest oft he party
[10:23pm] you: im gna drnik somr more and maybe do som dncing
As you attempt to put away your phone, it vibrates again in your hand.
[10:24pm] nonieeee: listen i can explain
[10:24pm] nonieeee: tell me where you are pls
Just when you’re about to reply, you feel a familiar presence next to you that makes you look up, but you’re disappointed to see that it’s not the person you’re longing to see. “What are you doing here, Mingyu?” you ask, voice slurry from the alcohol.
Mingyu waits for you to take the glass of water he’s offering and to drink it before he replies, “Seungcheol and Joshua sent me. They’re worried about how much alcohol you’re having.”
“I don’t mean to worry anyone,” you pout.
“We know,” he smiles. “What’s got you down?”
Sighing, you reach for the second glass of water he’s placed in front of you and down it too. “Hansol’s been avoiding me all night.”
“Ah.”
“I tried to look pretty for him, so I can pull him under a mistletoe and confess my feelings for him.”
Mingyu’s eyes sparkle, like he knows a secret he can’t share, but it’s gone before you know it and it leaves you questioning whether it’s something you imagined in your drunken haze.
“Well, maybe you still have a chance,” he says. “Why don’t we go and find a mistletoe that you can stand under and get him to find you? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.”
“Mkay,” you nod, “let me just send him a message real quick.”
[10:37pm] you: yknow hansol i like like liek like like likel ike like you like realllyyyyy reallyyyy like you
[10:39pm] you: but icant deal with thsi right noww
[10:39pm] you: i gotta dot his mistletoe thing wtih mingyu
[10:40pm] you: bye
Just before you shove your phone in your purse, you feel it vibrate once, twice, too many times to count, but you refuse to check it. He was avoiding your presence so the way you see it, you can avoid his messages.
Mingyu sets out two more glasses of water for you which you gratefully accept, sobering up as you finish the last glass. Needing to relieve yourself, he offers to wait for you by the door.
When you exit the bathroom, Mingyu is there holding out his hand and when you raise your hand to reach for him, another hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from your friend. Confused, you look back and see Mingyu beaming at you, holding two thumbs up in the air.
Turning back to your wrist, you immediately recognise the ring on his pinky finger and the watch you gifted him on his wrist. The person who has a hold of you is none other than your best friend Hansol Vernon Chwe himself, the person who’s avoided you all night and shattered your heart into pieces.
“Let me go,” you say loud enough for him to hear over the loud pumping music.
“No,” he replies without looking back, continuing to drag you through the crowd.
“Hansol, let me go,” you repeat, hurt evident in your voice.
Halting in his tracks, Hansol turns to face you, “No, I’m not letting you go again.” Something in his tone makes you think he means more than what he’s saying and you guess right when he adds, “Just… please let me explain. I don’t want to lose you like this.”
Concern floods your features and you grow more nervous than before, but find yourself nodding to his request. It’s not like you’re gonna say no, you never have when it comes to him.
In a short while, he leads you through a door and out into the backyard, not stopping until he reaches a tree away from the crowd. Turning to finally face you, Hansol takes his time to look at you, really look at you, his stare making you feel like he can see your soul.
“Why were you avoiding me?” you break first, unable to bear the tension.
“I wasn’t—”
“Yes, you were—”
“I wasn’t avoiding you, I was avoiding the mistletoe!” Hansol raises his voice just enough so you can hear him over your own thoughts. Finally letting go of your wrist, much to your dismay, he runs his hand through his hair, pacing back and forth in front of you.
“Why were you avoiding the mistletoe?” you prod, knowing that he needs your assistance in order to continue.
Sighing, he stops his pacing and comes back to face you. “The guys had this plan,” he starts and you make sure to listen since he’s finally opening up to you. “They were gonna get the both of us under the mistletoe and get us to kiss.”
The revelation has you reeling and your heart starts to beat so fast that it might beat right out of your chest. “Wait, so you avoided me because you didn’t want to kiss me?”
“Of course, I didn’t want to kiss you,” he confirms and if your heart wasn’t broken before, it certainly is now.
“Wow, that’s um, great—”
“It’s not like that,” Hansol clarifies quickly, not wanting you to misunderstand further. “The reason I didn’t want to kiss you was because I didn’t want to ruin everything and lose you.”
“Why would that ruin everything?” you ask but Hansol doesn’t seem to hear you, too lost in his own head and feelings.
“But then, you said you were going to kiss Mingyu,” he continued, voice pained, “and it turns out that I was going to lose you even if I didn’t kiss you.”
“I wasn’t going to kiss—”
“I don’t want you to kiss him,” Hansol looks at you, broken. “Especially not after all you said in those texts.”
Dread fills you and suddenly you feel queasy from more than just the alcohol. “What did I say?” you ask in a panic, your memory failing you.
Hansol closes the gap between your bodies and cups your face in his hands, “You said that you wanted me to see you, really see you—”
“Oh god, I—”
“—and that you really like me.”
The urge to run breaches the surface. “Listen, Hansol I—”
“I’m in love with you,” Hansol confesses and you swear your heart stops beating. “I didn’t think you felt the same way so I never said anything and that’s why I thought I was going to ruin everything if I kissed you. So, don’t kiss Mingyu. Please.”
“I was never going to,” you finally get to tell him. “The whole reason he was taking me to a mistletoe was so I could stand there and wait for you to show up. He was going to fetch you straight after.”
“Really?” he asks, face lighting up with hope.
Nodding, you wrap your hands around his wrists while he still holds you. “You’re such an idiot,” you scold lightly, tears of joy welling up at the corners of your eyes.
“I’m your idiot.”
“You’re blind too.”
“The same goes for you,” Hansol scoffs.
Stepping closer until your chest to chest, your lips brush against his. “Too bad there isn’t a mistletoe out here,” you tease.
“Actually, there is one,” he swallows nervously, pointing at a tree branch above you. There it is, in all its glory, tied with a red string. “I put it up there, in case I ever got the courage to actually confess to you the way I wanted to.”
“You’re so cheesy.”
“Can I kiss you yet?” Hansol whines, leaning his forehead against yours.
Smiling, you cave in, kissing him just as you wanted.
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[10:41pm] nonieeee: what?
[10:41pm] nonieeee: what mistletoe?
[10:42pm] nonieeee: y/n!
[10:42pm] nonieeee: what are you talking about?
[10:42pm] nonieeee: where are you?
[10:43pm] nonieeee: are you kidding me right now?
[10:43pm] nonieeee: y/n!! stop!!
[10:43pm] nonieeee: reply back to me right now
[10:47pm] nonieeee: and mingyu isn’t answering me either so that’s just great :)
[10:47pm] nonieeee: y/n i’ve been in love with you for the longest time i can’t believe you’re so blind
[10:48pm] nonieeee: how come you never said anything???
[10:50pm] nonieeee: wait don’t answer that, i should’ve known but i was too busy pretending that i was imagining things because i don’t deserve someone as amazing as you hahaha
[10:51pm] nonieeee: also you looked so beautiful tonight i lost all my fucking brain cells
[10:52pm] nonieeee: i can’t believe i avoided you all night just for this to happen
[10:52pm] nonieeee: and i can’t believe i’m saying all of this to you through text instead of in person
[10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m sorry you like an idiot like me
[10:53pm] nonieeee: please stay where you are
[10:53pm] nonieeee: i’m gonna come and find you
[10:55pm] nonieeee: no matter what happens, please don’t kiss mingyu
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[03:00pm] you: hansol?
[03:00pm] nonieeee: yes, my beloved
[03:01pm] you: i 🌋 you (get it? i lava you)
[03:02pm] nonieeee: now who’s cheesy?
[03:02pm] nonieeee: i 🌋 you too :)
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Ivy Chapter 15
DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.
A few days after deciding to support Ivy-san by reducing his workload, the team was ready for the next step.
This time, I was taken to Macau on business for the office.
The photo shoot will take place for an international music magazine.
The weekend schedule was a bullet train ride, making full use of airplanes, helicopters, and location passes.
Ivy: I'm glad it's sunny. It's a great day to be on location.
Hugh: The sunlight ... so sweet.
Jace: It's a little windy, I need to adjust my hair more often.
Finn: It's a pity that we can't swim as we like when we come to the beach, isn't it?
Xeno: It's natural. We're not here for fun.
The local staff joined us, and the shooting began at last.
I actively supported the team members during the filming.
Jace: ... I'm running out of hairspray.
Ivy: Is the spare hairspray on the location bus? I'm just going back to the bus. I'll get it.
Jace: Don't worry, she has already brought it. Aegis-chan, get the spray!
Rina: Yes, I'll get it right away!
Ivy: Huh ...?
Hugh: Waiting, long ... makes me sleepy ...
Ivy: Hugh, don't sleep in the shadows.
Rina: Hugh-san, why don't you listen to some music while you wait? I've brought some earphones.
Hugh: Yeah, I will ... Thanks, Housekeeper-san.
Ivy: ...
Xeno: Is the atmosphere of this photo a little too bright? Does it fit the theme of the shoot and the image of the magazine?
Ivy: I'll just check it out on the proposal. I have it with me ...
Rina: Yes, Xeno-san, here is the most important proposal. I also have a back-number for the magazine.
Xeno: All right. ... You heard it, Ivy. I don't need a hand.
Ivy: Ah ... hm.
Finn: It's hot by the sea. I'm thirsty.
Ivy: Maybe we hould take a short break. Bring us some drinks too ...
Rina: Everybody, I've asked the photographer to take a break!
Rina: Here is your drink. Please drink it and keep yourself hydrated.
Finn: Thank you, Rina. Drink some too, Ivy.
Ivy: ... Ah.
Jace: Aegis-chan, help me out here!
Rina: I'll be right there!
... And it continued like that, running around with everyone's support.
(Hah ... It's a lot of work, even if they're only small things ...)
It is mind-boggling to think this is what Ivy-san was usually doing while keeping up with his busy schedule.
(I hope I'm easing your burden a bit.)
Ivy: ...
Sakura Eito: Get back on the bus. We're moving into town next.
We moved to a new location and started shooting with Ivy-san, Jace-san and Hugh-san.
(This kind of thing is also new to me ...)
As I was watching the preparations from a somewhat secluded spot, one of the local staff members spoke to me in Chinese.
He's rambling on and on about something in a panic, but he doesn't understand ...
(What should I do? I have no idea what he's saying!)
Ivy: !
Jace: Ivy, what's wrong?
Ivy: Rina-chan seems to be in trouble. I'd like to help her, but ...
Jace: Aegis-chan will be fine. ... See, he's gone.
Ivy: Eh? Ah ...!
I was so embarrassed that I couldn't communicate with the staff member that I looked around in a panic.
(The other staff is in a remote location. Could be trouble, I have to do something ...!)
And then.
Finn: What's wrong?
Finn-san approached me.
Rina: This person is trying to tell me something, but I don't understand Chinese ...
Finn: I see. Hold on a minute.
Finn-san turned to the staff.
Finn: What's wrong?
Chinese staff: Important call for you.
He began conversing in fluent Chinese.
(Wow! I remember that Finn-san's language skills are outstanding!)
After a few moments, the conversation ended and the local staff left. Finn-san turned to me.
Finn: I heard that the time allowed for filming on the street here is less than planned.
Finn: We have room in our schedule, but we have to make sure that the whole thing is rolled up and we don't go overboard.
Rina: Well, I didn't know that's what he meant ... You're very good, Finn-san.
Finn: It's no big deal. I mean, shouldn't we tell the rest of the staff.
Rina: I really appreciate it! Thank you very much!
(Thanks to Finn-san for the help ...!)
With a pang of relief, I ran out to relay the message.
Ivy: ...
Jace: She was fine. You can count on Finn at times like this.
Ivy: ... I see. Rina-chan seems to appreciate it.
Ivy: ...
Jace: Eh, what's wrong, Ivy?
Hugh: ... You not feeling well?
Ivy: No ... it's nothing. Nothing like that. It's normal.
Ivy: ... I think we're ready to shoot. Let's go.
Jace: ... No, no. It's definitely out of the ordinary.
Hugh: ... very strange ...
Jace: Is it because he feels inferior to us?
Hugh: ... Maybe ...
Jace: That's definitely true. Oh man, if things continue like this, it's bad. We have to do something!
... After a successful shoot in the city, it's time to move on to another location.
Jace: Aegis-chan, come her for a second.
Jace-san called me in a whisper.
Rina: What's wrong ... woah.
He pulled my hand and four serious-looking people surrounded me.
Rina: Wha-what's going on?
Xeno: Keep your voice down.
Hugh: Ivy ... notices ...
It was somewhat strange because everyone was speaking in hushed tones.
Finn: I heard that Ivy was really depressed just now. I couldn't leave it like that.
Rina: ! Really?
(I didn't notice it, but something must have happened. I certainly can't leave it like that.)
Jace: So we're going to have an emergency meeting. Meet us at Xeno's room tonight at 10.
Xeno: Why in my room ...!?
Finn: No one would guess we're all gathered in your room. It's a good place for a secret meeting.
Xeno: Tch ...
Hugh: And Housekeeper-san ... comes too ...
Rina: I understand.
(I didn't expect a meeting on the road, but I guess everyone is that worried about Ivy-san.)
... and just then, a voice called out to me from behind.
Ivy: Don't you guys get on the bus?
Rina: !
Xeno, Jace, Finn, Hugh: !
Ivy: What are you so surprised about? What's wrong?
Finn: I-it's nothing!
Jace: That's right. We were just talking about how hungry we are. Right?
Rina: Y-yes.
Hugh: I don't know ... either ...
Xeno: Don't worry about it. Just get on with it and let's get to the next location.
The members quickly boarded the location bus.
Ivy: Oh, hey! What are you ... what were you saying?
Rina: Umm, I guess I'll run, too.
I ran to the other staff members, feeling Ivy-san's suspicious gaze on me.
(I hope he doesn't find out ...)
(We're meeting tonight at 10. I'll try not to forget.)
After that ... the filming finished safely until late into the night.
After the entire group, including the staff, has finished their meals, we arrive at a luxurious hotel.
Sakura Eito: Good work, everyone. Let's break up here for today.
At the order of Sakura-san, everyone disperses to their room. The clock says it's past 9:30.
I was about to go to Xeno-san's room to be inconspicuous when I was approached by Ivy-san.
Ivy: I wonder if you'd like to come to my room with me afterwards.
(Finn-san and the others said he was depressed ...)
Rina: What's wrong?
Ivy: Oh, it's not like I'm in trouble. Don't look so worried.
Ivy: I want to talk business.
(I have a meeting ... but I can't turn him down if it's about work.)
Rina: I understand.
Ivy: Thank you. Let's go then.
As soon as I entered the room, he offered me a seat on the sofa.
Ivy: Make yourself comfortable. Do you want a drink?
Rina: Eh ...
Without waiting for a reply, Ivy-san opens the refrigerator and starts making drinks.
(Drinking? I thought we were talking about work ...)
A glass was offered to me in front of my bewildered eyes.
Ivy: It's a champagne cocktail. You liked it before, didn't you?
It must have been when I had dinner with him.
Rina: You remembered it?
Ivy: Of course. How could I forget?
His smile and thoughtfulness make me feel happy.
(I shouldn't drink it, considering what will happen afterwards, but ...)
Rina: Thank you very much. Okay, just a little bit.
I couldn't refuse, so I accepted the glass.
Ivy: Good. It's a special night in Macau, so let's relax together.
Ivy: But I'm not going to drink too much and get drunk like I did the other day. Don't worry.
Rina: O-okay.
I remember his drunken hug and almost kiss, and my hearts starts pounding.
Ivy: ...
He sat down next to me, not across from me, with his glass.
Rina: ...!
The unexpected close proximity makes me concious of the fact that I can't help but be aware of it.
(... Ugh, how embarrassing.)
I couldn't bear the staring eyes, so I looked away and took a sip of my glass.
Ivy: Delicious?
Rina: Yes. Very ...
Ivy: Yeah? ... I'd like to try it. I'd like to have a taste, too.
Ivy-san clutched my glass in his hand.
Rina: !
He took my breath away and brought the glass straight to his own mouth.
Ivy: ... Mmm, it's sweet. It's fragnant and delicious.
... When I realized that my hand had been released, Ivy-san's glass was now in front of my mouth.
Ivy: Please try mine, too.
Rine: Eh, I couldn't possibly ...
Ivy: You don't have to be. But I think it might be a little strong for you.
Ivy: That's what happens when you drink just one sip of a cocktail mixed with juice.
Laughing, he lightly patted my arm.
Rina: ...
... Even without being told, I could see that my face was turning red.
(What's wrong with him? I've never had anyone touch me like this before.)
My heart is loud. I'm so embarrassed, I can't stand it.
Rina: ... Um, didn't you say we are talking about work?
I couldn't take it any longer and asked deceptively.
Ivy-san then said "Oh", and opened his mouth.
Ivy: ... You did a great job at the set today.
Ivy: I was amazed at how well you were able to work as a staff and how well you supported the members.
Rina: Really?
Ivy: Yeah. I always do that kind of thing, so it was a lot easier today.
I'm happy to hear that, but ... his face is clouded.
Ivy: To tell you the truth, it was a little less than fun.
Rina: What? Why?
Ivy: ... because you're always taking care of the others.
Rina: !
Ivy: They're relying on you. They seem to get along with you ...
Rina: Ivy-san ...
(Does that mean ... you're jealous?)
(No way. But if you put it in such easy-to-understand terms ...)
... My heart beats faster and faster.
Ivy: It's nice of you to take your job so seriously, but it's a lot to take care of the members, isn't it?
His arms gently pulled my hips closer.
Ivy: So take it easy and focus on supporting me ...
His beautiful eyes look into my eyes. His voice, as gentle as the calm sea, makes me feel as if I can't help but to fall in love with him ...
(Ivy-san ...)
... It was then that I heard a commotion outside the room.
Note: The parts in green are spoken in Chinese.
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Can you make a fic about FuriLumi marriage Au?
It's their wedding day. Furina as bridegroom and Lumine as a bride.
Neuvillette as the priest 🤣🤣 maybe
oh my GODDD your vision...I'm quaking in my boots...
Anyways thanks for your patience!! This kinda took me some time lmao, but I hope you like it!! :DD
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Furina finds out that she's not one to care about tradition, actually.
Not to say that she loathes it. There's something comforting about traditional rites, about a mark for memories and celebration. But in all honesty, Furina can't care less about the specific tradition for her wedding day. She's willing to tie the knot under any name, under any way just to show that I choose her. Not because of any unseen fate pulling their puppet strings, but only because Furina chooses Lumine, and Lumine chooses her, and she can't be any happier than this.
She won't ever say that out loud. But it is a nice thought.
In the meantime, Furina smooths a hand over her front and takes one last glance in the mirror.
She made sure to clean up nicely, going for a 3-piece suit for this occasion. Maybe choosing the exact shade of blue for her vest that complements her eyes is too tacky. Even her suit jacket's lapels are a similar color to the darker of her two eyes. But then again, that's just a careful fashion choice, isn't it? Still, maybe the blue tie matching her vest this time just blends in too much, or maybe it's just plain overkill. Then again, shouldn't she be dressing for the best?
Just as she's supposed to walk away, Furina frowns and runs her fingers through her hair. If she's really dressing for the best, shouldn't she make the effort to tame that one stubborn strand of her hair? Once she decides, she reaches for a comb and--
A knock on her door makes her jump.
"Miss Furina?" Clorinde's muffled voice comes through the door. "Are you alright? You're going to be late."
What does she mean? She glances at the clock, remembering that it's still an hour until the--actually, scratch that, there's only 15 minutes left now. 15 minutes! How did time go by so fast? She crosses the room in quick strides before pulling the door open.
Clorinde seems to finally pried her uniform off her skin for once, opting for a flowy, solid purple dress that ends slightly below her knees. Simple, but still practical in terms of movement. Of course. "Well?" She quirks and eyebrow. "Are you worrying about your outfit again?"
She gulps. "W-well, it's only natural for me to want to dress for the--"
"Miss Furina, you and Navia have planned for that outfit from weeks before," she informs dryly. "This was after extensive discussion as well. You look just fine, I'm sure. Now, come."
Clorinde probably doesn't understand, then. She doesn't need to look "just fine" today. Still, Furina's also running out of time, and while there is a thing called being fashionably late, she's sure neither Lumine nor Neuvillette would appreciate it.
Once they're both down the hall, Furina hesitates when they pass by the door to the room where Lumine's getting ready too. The people in there aren't exactly being quiet though, with several rounds of laughter and squealing. She's tempted to knock and see what's up (and possibly get a glimpse at her fiancée) but decides against it. Clorinde's already rushing her along, and...well. Furina admits she'd like to take that first peek down the aisle.
She's sure that the view will be spectacular.
Now, Furina is lounging at the entrance to the aisle and fiddling with her tie when her Salon Solitaire shows up. She beams at them. "Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin!" She kneels down to look at them properly. "How are the rings, Surintendante?"
She salutes by blowing a few bubbles.
Furina giggles. "Good. I trust them in your care. What about the guests, Gentilhomme?"
He replies by bobbing side to side.
"All seated and accounted for, then. I assume Mademoiselle Crabaletta is in her station as well? Okay." She slowly takes a deep breath in, then out. "Alright. Thank you so much, all of you. We'll have the best tea party soon, okay?"
Both of them show their enthusiasm--Chevalmarin by blowing more bubbles and Usher by bobbing up and down--when the guests' murmuring quiets down as soft music starts to play.
Furina straightens up and smooths out the invisible creases on her suit. "Showtime," she whispers, and her Salon Solitaire dutifully go off to their places. She fiddles with her tie one last time before going out to the aisle.
The whole crowd's attention turns to her.
It takes all of her hundreds of years of experience in acting to not trip over her feet while she stoically walks to the altar where Neuvillette is waiting on the altar. The number of guests are small--a deliberate choice for both her and Lumine's sake--and over half of them are Melusines anyways (Neuvillette's choice, and no one wanted to argue against it). Still, she can't help how her heart hammers in her chest.
Maybe she's more nervous now that she has no script to swear to. She no longer has to act. And with that thought comes with a new feeling, somehow going hand-in-hand with her nervousness--excitement.
When she steps on the altar, Neuvillette leans over slightly to her and murmurs, "You look nervous, Miss Furina."
She lets out a soft laugh under her breath. "Am I that obvious now?"
"Don't worry," he continues more quickly now that the best man--Crabaletta, that is--is walking out. "you're doing very well."
She nods stiffly and turns her attention back to the aisle.
After the best man, groomsmen and bridesmaids are the flower girls, who soon take their seats on their spot as the clapping quiets down. But it immediately ratchets up again when the ring bearer, Surintendate Chevalmarin, gently floats down the aisle. Furina can't help smiling in pride. When Chevalmarin takes her spot too though, Furina squares her shoulders in preparation for what comes next.
The bride.
She doesn't fight how her hand reaches up to fiddle with her tie one last time. Is her suit wrinkled in some places? Is her hair tangled? Or maybe her make-up was underdone. Or overdone. Maybe her shoes are scuffed. Oh Archons wept, what is Lumine even wearing? Celestia above, if she--
Her thoughts shut up when Lumine walks down the aisle.
Even the roar of the guests' clapping feels faraway as Furina's gaze zeroes onto her. Lumine's holding a bouquet of Romaritime flowers, rainbow roses, and a few lakelight lilies. Those two flowers are still pinned on her hair, but this time accompanied with a few smaller white flowers. Her presence fills the room and shushes the guests in awe in a way that Furina's never seen for any actor in the Opera Epiclese.
She focuses on the smaller, less important details first because--god. Which one does she start raving about? The golden dress that reaches down to her ankles leaving the best spot to pepper kisses (a.k.a her shoulders and toned arms) bare? The way the simple but artfully applied make-up accentuates those eyes that she's spent hours looking at? The way her dress, how the light practically flows around her as she walks down the aisle? The--
Furina's face heats up and she snaps her jaw shut (when did it hang open anyways?). She whips her head to the Maid of Honor standing on one side and mouths, Oh my god.
Of course Navia has to cackle quietly at Furina's face doing a cosplay of a fire hydrant, but she does give an encouraging thumbs up at least.
When Lumine finally steps on the altar, Furina finally cracks and covers her burning face with a hand while bowing her head slightly, which prompts a few whoops and laughs from the guests. Then there's a soft chuckle and a warm hand that rests on her elbow, which finally makes Furina look up.
"Hi," Lumine says warmly, shyly.
Neuvillette clears his throat, making the guests go quiet, and they both reluctantly pull away. "On behalf of Miss Furina and Miss Lumine," he says. "I think would like to thank you all for attending today. For today is a very special day--the day when they shall be united in matrimony."
It still sounds so difficult to believe, but the way Lumine clasps their hands together while they both stand on the altar and face the guests' applause feels so real that Furina, admittedly, can't help but practically vibrate with glee.
While they're listening to some readings, that's when Lumine leans closer and whispers, "What's with your look earlier anyways?"
Furina also leans closer to hear her and totally not because then her head would rest on Lumine's shoulder in that position and goes, "What?"
"Like, while I was walking down the aisle," she says. "What's with that?"
She hums and the current speaker's voice slowly fades out to white noise while she's tethered in this exact moment right now. It's warm and comfy and real. It's home. "I don't know," she says before she gets too caught up in her thoughts. "You just look so..."
Then she pauses there, considering her words carefully. Hot and kissable are definitely contenders, considering how she was borderline going to set the record of being the first to combust at the sight of her woman. Ethereal and breathtaking are there too, since she had to make sure she wasn't dreaming or at the afterlife. She's not sure what to say, in the end. How can any one word describe how utterly head over heels she is for her?
"...beautiful," she settles on. Basic, factual, but Furina hopes her point gets across anyways. "You look beautiful, Lumine."
There's a noise that catches on her throat, like Lumine was surprised to hear that, before she lets out a chuckle tinged with nervousness. "Well, thank you," she says. "I had to make sure I wasn't going to trip on my dress or anything. You're so handsome, it's kinda distracting, y'know?"
She pauses. There are certain things in Furina's life that feels like a need, and that includes generally not being an insult to anyone who has eyes. So when someone compliments her for her looks--usually pretty or beautiful or the ocassional 'awe-inspiring beauty'--it comes more off as an acknowledgement of her bare minimum or just empty flattery. But then Lumine says that while looking at her like that and...
Yeah. Maybe sometimes Furina feels handsome.
They both jump when Neuvillette clears his throat behind them, and Furina realizes with a start that the readings are already done. "May I address the bride and groom?" he asks, and they dutifully comply by facing him again.
Neuvillette makes eye contact with them both.
"Today, you both stand before me to be united in matrimony, but I say none but you can create your union," he says. "It is your words, your actions, and your intentions that will define the course of your relationship. So, I call upon you now to state your pledges to one another, not to bind, but to guide you through the crests and valleys of your relationship."
Then he slightly steps back, nodding slightly to them.
Oh, she thinks. It's the vows already. She's noticed that her perception of time is getting wonkier these days. Then, she tenses. Not because she's regretting this decision, but it's more similar to that prick of fear before she's going to recite her lines on stage. Besides, did she even memorize her vows right? Or what if she stumbles over her words--or her feet--while she says them? But most importantly,
Who goes first?
Thankfully, Lumine answers this question for her when she rubs the back of her neck and softly says, "It's starting now, right? Can I go first?"
Furina nods because there's nothing else she can say.
"Right," she mutters before taking out a piece of paper (apparently, the dress has pockets). "Dear Furina," she starts before letting out a nervous chuckle. "I promise to stick with you through everything. Even in sickness or in health, even in poorness or in wealth, and even when you accidentally steal my sweets sometimes."
That pulls a polite laugh from the guests. Furina affectionately rolls her eyes, but doesn't fight the smile on her face.
"I promise this to you," she continues. "my best friend, my confidant, and my travel buddy. I'm so glad we're getting married now, and I'm glad I get to spend thousands more of afternoons napping with you in the future." Then she meets Furina's eyes, smiling. "For the rest of our lives, I love you."
Of course Lumine of all people would say something so simply and stupidly affectionate. Furina giggles while she wipes the corners of her eyes.
Neuvillette coughs into his fist. "Miss Furina?"
She nods. "Lumine," she starts. "you know me better than anyone else in the world right now, and yet you still love me. I used to think about how lucky I am that you didn't run for the hills yet, but now, I just...feel glad." She lets out a nervous giggle. "We chose each other all those years ago, remember? But now, I want to choose to be by your side as long as you'll have me." She pauses to take a breath. "Love is...they say it lasts forever, and I'm glad I get to spend it with you."
Lumine lets out a watery chuckle. But also, maybe...Furina lied a bit about the 'feeling lucky' part. She really is lucky right now, to be loved by Lumine just as as Furina loves her.
Chevalmarin comes up and hands them the rings, in which they take turns to slip the ring on each other's finger. Furina really couldn't care less about what the ring looks like...okay maybe she does a little bit considering how much thought they both put into it, but the sentiment remains the same.
Neuvillette nods once the ring exchange is done. "With the power bestowed upon me by the State of Fontaine, I now pronounce you as wife and wife," he says. "You may now kiss the--"
And Lumine cups her cheek before leaning forward and pressing their lips together, and really all Furina can think while her brain melts at her wife's warmth is, I did it. She married her lover, and is practically living her best life at this point.
Needless to say, it's one of the best days of Furina's life.
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Here's the fic on Ao3 if you wanna see it there as well! :D
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Heey! Have you done 26. "Helping them build their confidence before an important meeting"? If not, may I request Vaxleth? Thank you :D
Hi Raven! Thank you very much for the prompt! I hope I did it justice! These two cuties are becoming one of my favorite ships to write for!
(A/N: This story is part of an AU I'm calling the Vax Lives verse, where Scanlan manages to use his wish spell to prevent the RQ from taking Vax at the end of C1. He and Keyleth are now happily married and are living in Zephrah.
Also, There is a trigger warning on this one for a mention of a miscarriage. No graphic detail is given, but it is mentioned. Feel free to skip this one if you need to.)
“Breathe,” Vax gently took Keyleth’s hand. “Breathe with me.” She squeezed it heavily, which hurt a little, but he didn’t care. “Everything’s okay.” He gently casts Lay on Hands to try and get rid of the sick feeling in her gut.
It must have worked because Keyleth finally took a breath, and then she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his shoulder. “Ugh. This sucks.”
He let go of her hand to rub her back, ignoring the smell of sickness in the air. He hated this too. He hated when she was sick. But this… this was something that she couldn’t avoid. She just had to endure it, and he vowed to be right there with her doing whatever he could to help her feel better.
“I know, love. Just a few more months, and hopefully, things will settle.” He kissed her hair and continued to rub her back.
“We are late. I hope Dad isn’t going to be too upset.” Keyleth said, her words still muffled into his shoulder.
Vax chuckled. “Considering the whole point of us having dinner is to tell him you are pregnant, I hope not.”
Keyleth signed and pulled away. “Is it too soon? I don’t want to get his hopes up.”
Vax’s smile faded and he gently pulled her with him into the window seat of their bedroom and sat her in his lap to hold her close. He put his hand on her belly. He could barely feel the bump where their child was slowly growing. Everything seemed fine so far, but so had the other pregnancy. His memories went to the child they had lost before, and he said a prayer for them. He knew that miscarriages happen sometimes, but that knowledge didn’t take away the pain.
“That���s up to you, Kiki. I support you, and if you don't want to tell him yet then we won't.”
Keyleth sighed. “It seems stupid, but I’m worried that he’s going to be disappointed.”
“Why?” Vax asked softly, gently running his fingers through her short red hair.”Disappointed that we lost a child, or disappointed that we tried again so soon?” He was a bit confused.
“I don’t know,” Keyleth replied softly. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and then continued. “Maybe it’s just me, and I’m projecting.” She sighed. “I’m just excited, worried, hopeful, and scared all at the same time and I don’t know how to feel.
Vax nodded his head, understanding all of that as well. He gently kissed the back of her neck and held her just a little bit tighter.
“Well, the only way to find out is to tell him and see what he says. And for the record, I feel the same way, love. I’m worried about you and the baby, but yet I’m so excited that I could shout. I don’t want this one to end in disappointment and sadness, but some things are out of our control or understanding. No matter what I will be right here by your side, loving you through it all for as long as I can.”
Keyleth turned slightly to kiss him on the lips; then, she hugged him. “I love you. How do always know what to say to make me feel better?”
He grinned and gently teased her bottom lip between his before letting go. “Because I know you and I love you. I’ve devoted the rest of my days to making you happy. It’s my one goal in life.”
Keyleth found herself blushing even after the years they had shared. “Such a poet, my love. Careful, you will make Scanlan jealous.”
They shared a laugh, and then, after a few moments of resting, Keyleth stood up. She turned and held out her hand to Vax. “Well, I’m ready. Thank you.”
Vax allowed her to help him up, and then he squeezed her hand before letting go. “No thanks needed, Kiki.” He nudged her hip gently with hers. “It’s my honor, truly.”
She nudged him back. She bent down to reach for her bag, but Vax grabbed it first.
“Hey.”
“This is my honor too. It’s part of my duties as a husband. I’m the official bag carrier.”
Keyleth snorted. “Dork.” Then she put her arm in his, and together they made their way towards her father’s cottage.
Edit: 6/2/23 This has now been posted on AO3! You can find the link here!
#critical role#vaxleth#vaxildan#keyleth of the air ashari#warriorbard2012writes#answering voicemail#ravendruid#Vax Lives AU#CR c1 spoilers
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"We do."
I read your last text for the fifth time in five minutes. You're supposed to be here soon, or so I hope, because even though you are the one that reproached me my avoidance for the last days there is a gnawing incertity at the back of my mind, one that tells me you finally got tired of my bullshit.
Down there, the noises of the party still reach me. I hear Thibault's laughter, Willy's teasing, Mareva's curious voice, and Elvira's shouts of joy. Sharon is already asleep. Parties never were for her. And I have nothing to tell her for now. I already vented too much. She managed to stay out of this, only noticing something was wrong when I locked myself in my room.
All your contrary.
What did I had in mind when all of this began? I hardly remember. I just recall sending you a message asking for intel, and you telling me it will be all you'll do. But then Lan Yue got enthousiastic about matchmaking and I felt compelled to bring you. Because you knew about it, had a good chance to help, and because you were my friend.
I guess that was my mistake. Now not only you got hit with Hope's Peak shady, shady business, but also by the falling out of all that shit. And me, in the middle, only seeing the pain I could have brought you and not the one I did.
And now I'm searching for my words up there on the balcony, looking like an outsider upon the happiness outside. I always felt like an observer, all my life since I was six, but I never got quite hit by the pain of it.
Probably because of the condition that flared up days ago.
The door open. No laughs ou teasing or anything, so I guess it's just you. I'm not turning around to check. I can still recognize your footsteps.
"Lock the door behind you, please, I ask, still looking down the balcony. Keys are on the lock and I'd rather not get interrupted."
"Sure you want to get locked up with me? You ask, uncertainty plaguing your voice. No offense, but it looks like a rip-off game of seventh heaven."
"Non-existent Lord how I hate that trope. Yes. You've seen how everyone is. They're too happy to understand I need space."
The sound of jiggling keys, and finally I hear the lock click. Door is not see-through, I went there for a good reason after all; So now, I can safely assume that's only you and me there. That I can turn around without being perceived by anyone else but you.
Your face is still pale, still holding the stigmata of a deep fatigue. Your hair is in a bun, but I can still tell, under the moonlight, that you haven't been taking care of it properly. Cheeks got hollow, emaciated, subtle enough for normal people to miss it.
I've never been normal people.
Worst is, maybe, your eyes widening when you look upon my face, not enough to make the dark circles disappear.
I smile, softly, hoping that I am at least almost beliveable.
"Yeah, it's worse under the moonlight, huh?""
You keep silent, still looking at me. Looking at the emaciated cheeks, the paleness of the skin, the tear trails, the dark, empty eyes of a body I struggle to believe is mine.
A moment of silence. You kept the keys in your pocket, probably to stop me from escaping. And you were talking about a seventh heaven rip-off, whan an irony, my friend. Well, I didn't plan to run anyway. The call of the deep is more powerful than the call of the flight.
Then you make a step forward, in an attitude that wants to be nonchalant.
"Not gonna lie, I preferred the pictures."
"I'm gonna take that as a compliment. I always know how to be photogenic."
You sigh. The couch on the balcony is there for you to sit on, but nevertheless you choose to put your butt on the armrest. Bisexual-cliche ass. Am I better tho, me, the sex-obsessed, flirty queen aromantic pansexual? I wonder if since the beginning, we're not just walking cliches created from the mind of a very, very cheeky writer.
The thought makes me snicker. You don't follow. Face tells me you're still angry at me. That's very fair. We never properly met to settle things and afterwards, I had my hands full with Elvira's surprise birthday.
"Something funny?"
"An intrusive thought. Mind if I sit?"
"That's your house."
Taking that as a yes. I take my place on the couch, pulling my legs close as a reflex before silence takes over again. I can see it annoys you, but what am I supposed to say? "I'm sorry"? "I won't do it again"? Such empty words for an empty man.
Because the truth is that I am sorry. And I will, probably, do it again, for I am far than strong enough.
Finally, you roll your eyes, arms crossed on your chest.
"I didn't come here to be ignored again, Emerens."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just at a loss from words."
"Ironic for the Ultimate Romance Novelist."
"I've always been better at finding words for others than for me."
You shrug, but keep silent. I guess I have to carry on, if I want to keep one of the most precious things in my life mostly intact.
"It's just... Been a lot. I'm aware it doesn't excuse anything, and it doesn't explain all... Everything since the moment I asked you that goddamn question just has been fuck-up after fuck-up from my part. And you took everything without even being involved in the first place."
"Glad you can admit it. But I didn't come here to get the apologies on that part. Your texts covered it enough. I want to know why you ignored me. Anger can't be the only explanation."
"I really am sorry for this-"
"I didn't ask for a sorry. I asked for a why."
Cut in the middle of my words, I turn my head towards you, dumbfounded. Of all the words that I expected coming from you, those were the last. And of all the emotions I was waiting for on your face, I didn't expect genuine worry.
Why would you worry about the one that hurt you?
I blink, searching for my words.
"I really don't think any explanation is satisfying-"
"Emerens, I did not come here to hear you wallowing in self-pity, I came here to understand why one of my best friends, the very one that promised me he would stay by my side not earlier than months ago, decided all of a sudden to not answer my texts, give me the silent treatment and lock himself in his room so he's unreachable and I'm driven back at his door. So please fucking tell me, because I am not moving until I have a better explanation than your fucking condition."
Your face is still the same, you never were an emotional person after all, I can't recall for one moment where I saw the shell crack at least a little. But your voice is snappy, your words full of an impromptu venom, and behind the patience I always envied you, I see a trembling eyelid.
I guess I can't escape behind empty words and shallow excuses. Only the truth holds here, and the liar finds it tastes sour on his lips used to the sweetness of dreams.
On my face grows something looking like a smile.
"If I had to search the closest explanation, I would guess it's because I didn't want to hurt you."
You roll your eyes, I can tell you're not convinced by my words. But not convinced is better that straight up not believing me. I guess the truth still hold to you a hint of certainty.
"Great fucking job you're doing there."
"I sense sarcasm. Never said it was supposed to be efficient."
A sigh escapes my lips.
"Last time I've been like... This, I've hurt people. Badly. Not intentionally, but it hardly matters in front of all the damage. And the thought of that pain happening to you makes me sick. Despite getting angry, I mean."
"And you didn't stop to think that isolating yourself may make thinks worse?"
"Oh, I did. But between losing you as a friend and being responsible for your damn death, the choice is all too easy."
You stay silent, still looking at me, still arms crossed, your eyes encouraging me to pick up where I left off. I suppose I have to. I have to gather my words and my truth to give you something I at least won't bring to my grave, no matter what you decide it's worth.
"Giving you the silent treatment was a dick move, and I can't deny it has been fed by my psychosis about secrets. But if I did stop caring about you and your feelings, you and I wouldn't be here on this balcony trying to make up."
I hide in my throat the fact that I wouldn't be here at all. You don't need to hear about how bad it's been. The emptyness. The cutter in my hand before Elvira sent me that message. The feeling that I'm growing to be no better than my mother, no better than my 13 years old self. The sensation of utter defeat.
You don't need that. And I certainly don't want Hope's Peak to be able to hear I relapsed. Not after the project. Not after I saw everyone lock themselves in a lab for days of weeks of months. No matter if it's by you, or the Ultimate Empress being right there at my own house.
I still think you caught the inner meaning of my words, because you frown, eyes still on me.
"I tried to do damage control, even in that state, but I suppose you get a clearer head when your mental health is not somewhere in the Marianna trench. So I won't deny I could have handled it better, or at the very least asked for help. I won't deny I'm at fault. But since you asked for an explanation..."
"And I guess it is an explanation. But really, next time, just ask for help."
A laugh escapes my throat, croaky and painful.
"You're asking for a lot to the sovereign of isolation."
I laugh some more, right before I'm interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around me, and a chin of the top of my head. Provoking enough surprise for me to stop.
Dumbfounded, I couldn't even move an inch. My face, far from the heat that would usually take over, is unusually stiff, the same stiffness prompting my brain to run a function check. Because in what world are you of all people, less tactile than Sharon, more recluded than Thibault, more passive than Louna, initiating not only contact but also a hug?
It takes a few seconds for me to recover some braincells. Enough to prompt my lips to open, my tongue to formulate some words. Not enough to understand.
"....... Aren't you being unusually affective?"
"Oh, shut it. I thought you were done for, asshole, I think I'm owed a bit of unusual."
I suppose I can't deny that unflawed logic, or maybe it's the amount of brain cells that is still not enough to protest anything you say. All that's left is to enjoy it while il lasts, snuggling against you, smiling at the thought I haven't felt that kind of warmth for so long.
I bring you on my lap, tighten my grip on your back.
"I missed you."
Something laughs soflty in my hair.
"Likewise."
#hel is talking#hel stories#la peste moderne#hel ocs#lpm#not my ocs#hel writing#I wanted to write something around my chatfic and these two for a while#but really I can't find for any excuse to make EMERENS VAN HEEL have a heart-felt convo BY TEXT#so I'm diverging from my media and writing a lil something#I should note that I wrote this on Down By the River.#heart-felt apologies are complicated when you and your character are avoidant towards their feelings#so uuuuuh I hope the fact he brought up the explanation is enough for Senri?-#because I really don't know what I can do more as a writer
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I felt like writing angst, so here’s lumax hurt/comfort drabble for you, loves.
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“Hey, hey, talk to me here.” Lucas’ soft voice interrupted Max’s spiral of pathetic thoughts. She was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, not being able to move or feel anything in her body. It was annoying and if she had more water in her system, she would cry angry tears, but because she was still exhausted and dehydrated, she could only stare at the ceiling, hoping it won’t stare back at her this time. Without Vecna around, that is.
“But it’s stupid. And… not that important, anyway.” She sighed, hearing her groggy, hoarse voice. She wasn’t supposed to sound like that. The only thing keeping her talking was the doctor, who said that talking would make her voice and throat better with time. She swallowed hard before speaking. “I’m just emotional, that’s all.”
“MadMax.” Was all that Lucas said, but Max could see in her imagination his puppy-like eyes, begging her to open up to him. It’s the sight that would probably annoy her long ago, but now, she wished she was able to see it again. And she didn’t want to open up, not really, not to Lucas or anyone else. After everything that happened, she was just really fucking tired.
But she felt helpless and vulnerable, so she thought: fuck it. Just this one time.
“Just- Just don’t laugh.” She said finally, gathering her courage before hearing him hum in agreement. “I just- I had that stupid dream that maybe- in some future or whatever, I would be able to, you know, walk down the isle on ou- my wedding day.” She corrected herself, not wanting to be too vulnerable at once, and although she was pretty sure Lucas did catch that, he didn’t comment or laugh, so she continued. “But here I am. Everything will be known in the future, weeks, months, I don’t even know, and right now, all I can do is lay here, and- and I can’t even turn my head to look at you. It’s- I feel so weak and helpless and angry, and I, I can’t do anything about it, Lucas. It’s tiring.”
She still couldn’t cry or move to look at him, so she did the only thing she could - lick her lips, trying to wet them, if only a little. It was better than just staring at the ceiling, but God, was it pathetic as hell. Her thoughts were a mess. Max knew Lucas enough to know that he wouldn’t just leave her alone - he said that much, just after she woke up a few days ago - but part of her was still scared that after hearing her helpless vulnerable self, he will just walk away. And that made that whole experience even scarier than it already was for her.
But before she could say something again, try to joke or mock him maybe, Lucas’ face came into her view. He wasn’t grinning, and she could tell by the bags under his eyes that he was tired, but… but she saw very clearly that bright, genuine smile on his face, and that overwhelming love in his eyes, that still could make Max’s heart flutter, even after so long of not being together.
“It’s not stupid.” His voice firm, as he slowly lowered himself to her face, and gave her a peck on the cheek, keeping his lips a little longer on her skin than necessary. “You can do it. I know you can. You will be able to walk and dance, and kick asses in no time! And, after all, hey. You’re my MadMax. You’ve already rocked my world with your badassery, so I’m sure you can do it again.”
Max felt a lump form in her throat, seeing his grin and hearing those words. Lucas was so good for her, too good, really. But he was her rock, and she knew that he will be there for her no matter what.
Feeling emotional, Max was now grateful, that she wasn’t able to cry.
“Y,You are so, stupid, Stalker.” She said, trying to hide her affection with playful insult, knowing that Lucas will understand her anyway. And she didn’t say that words, yet, she couldn’t do it just now, but hoped that she could deliver that two important words to Lucas with her smile and her eyes alone—the appreciation of just being with her all this lonely time.
I love you.
#lumax#lucas sinclair#Max Mayfield#disabled max mayfield#max x lucas#lucas x max#mucas#(?)#lumax fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things drabble
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"Just because you can doesnt mean you should" obiyama
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Hii!!! With your help I got an idea instantly for this, thank you! I struggled so long with coming up with something and then boom, there it was. So here you go!
Uchiha Obito / Yamato (relationship is established)
A kind of Modern AU (tho there is very little influence)
Rated G
2665 words.
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To win a bet with Kakashi and Gai, Obito learns a new instrument. Yamato is not excited about this.
There was thick air in the Uchiha household. When Obito climbed into bed and tried to reach over to his husband, Yamato scooched further away from him, back still turned. Obito made a whiny sound of pleading, but Yamato did not show mercy. He was hellbent on making Obito understand that he was mad and that small gestures wouldn’t suddenly make it better again.
“It’s almost over,” Obito whispered into the dark. “The deadline is the day after tomorrow.” The vain hope to get his husband to show him the affection he had been missing so much in the last week or so.
At first Yamato didn’t want to say anything about it at all, content with just letting Obito boil in his own uncertainty for the hell he had unleashed on him during the past month, but then he couldn’t stop himself from going: “My plants are dying, Obito.” Plants were a sensitive subject for him.
Obito grumbled a little, something about how Yamato would be able to recover the plants without having to struggle too much, because he was so good at gardening, but then changed his strategy: “I am pretty sure it is not proven that music is influencing plant growth. I’ve seen a study about that.” He hadn’t but he was shooting in the dark that Yamato hadn’t either.
“My plants are dying since you torture them with what you call “playing music” each day. I don’t need to study to see how it goes.” Yamato pulled his blanket over his shoulder. “Besides, I miss my peace and quiet too, you know?”
Just thinking about Obito’s practice session this afternoon felt like his headache was back and made his ears ring. This apartment had felt like a torture chamber in the last month and while yes, Yamato was soon to be released from this suffering, he could not just let Obito off the hook now.
“But I’ve improved so much already,” Obito knocked his head into Yamato’s shoulders. Yamato still didn’t turn around. He would keep freezing Obito out until he learned from his grave mistakes.
Yamato scoffed: “Sure, but not enough.”
Obito now went on the offence: “Isn’t it great that I practised hard to learn this new thing? Shouldn’t that make you happy? It's great to know that I can if I try.”
“Just because you can doesn't mean you should.” And with that the conversation was over for Yamato. He pulled the blanket even higher over his ears, scooched to the real edges of the bed so that Obito’s head fell to the pillow and then controlled his breathing to pretend he was falling asleep.
A few minutes later Obito quietly said Yamato’s name, but turned around himself when there was a lack of reaction.
Of course Yamato felt bad at his icy behaviour to the person that he, by all accounts, loved more than anyone he had ever loved before, but Obito had brought the chaos into the household just five weeks ago and now neither Yamato nor his plants had only one second of quiet during the afternoons. It was driving him crazy.
He should have known that nonsense would come out of the fact that Obito went out drinking alone with Kakashi and Gai. Those three together, spurred on by a little rivalry they had had since childhood, never stopped thinking of stupid things to do with each other, especially when nobody was around to reign them in. But Yamato had stupidly thought that it would be fine, that they would go drinking and maybe bet on who could get drunk first. He had been too busy to join them and take care of them.
When Yamato woke up the next morning and rolled over to his still sort of hungover husband, Obito slurred that he was going to go out and buy a trombone. Yamato had naively assumed Obito was still sleeping and dreaming and maybe speaking nonsense, after all Obito had never played the trombone or had any interest in it at all or any other musical instrument, but no, Obito had been serious, very serious. After eating breakfast and taking a pain killer he was out the door to get his instrument.
At first Yamato put it down as Obito’s sudden quarter life crisis at 30, his realisation that he had never played an instrument before and really wanted to learn one before he was too old, something that Yamato felt like he needed to encourage, but then Obito had returned with his new shiny trombone and a beginners guide to playing it and explained what Yamato had missed the night before.
Apparently Gai, Kakashi and Obito had been very drunk and very impressed with the life band that was playing in the bar. According to Obito, Gai had mentioned first that he would have been an amazing musician if he had ever tried to learn, but he just never had. Obito then had agreed, yes, he too would have been an incredible musician if he had tried harder or even at all. Kakashi too mentioned how he always wanted to play the piano. All three were bragging about how great they would be as musicians if they had just tried a little.
So a bet was born, because of course it was. All three would learn an instrument in the span of a month and then they would compare who learned the fastest and best. Never had Yamato wished he’d be married to Kakashi instead, who relentlessly teased him when they were together, but Kkashi had picked the piano, which, depending on model, could be practised with headphones. Gai had decided to go for the violin, which could also be very disruptive and headache inducing, but still Yamato thought that Obito still picked the worst of all of them: the trombone.
Day after day Obito stood in the living room, open book in front of him, hands on the golden shiny object in his mouth letting out wrong sound after wrong sound. Yamato, who mostly worked from home, had tried to drown out the constant noise with headphones and such, but somehow the trombone noise was everywhere. He could swear that he could sometimes hear the trombone in his sleep.
Then his most favourite plant suddenly started losing leaves which had never happened before. Yamato was good at planting and loved his little balcony garden, but ever since Obito started torturing the house with trombone sounds his plants suddenly weren’t doing so well. While he knew it could also be the stiff breeze and the cold winter weather, Yamato decided it was the trombone’s fault. This was easier to explain.
Even their cat, a half grey half black cat named Zetsu was fleeing from the living room. The little boy who usually was constantly on Obito’s heel was now spending most of his time in the bedroom and bolted as soon as the golden shiny head of the trombone was visible anywhere. Not that Yamato could blame him, he wanted to bolt too if he could.
Yamato’s pure frustration at Obito’s obvious fun while practising only added to the constant noise and chaos. He couldn’t stop Obito from doing his little thing when he was always smiling and grinning when something was going his way, he thought in the first two weeks or so. But Obito wasn’t improving quick enough and the noise kept being terrible noise that gave Yamato a feeling like he was losing his mind.
“It’s good, you know,” Obito said one evening when Yamato complained about the entire situation, “through learning the trombone my lung volume will increase and as such I can hold my breath longer when I have things in my mouth.” He winked. “If you know what I mean.”
Yamato knew what he meant, but he wasn’t sure if the improvement was worth the current hell he was living in.
“How will you even judge who learned their instrument the best?” Yamato asked one day when Obito had just finished an especially painful rendition of “Oh when the saints” and tried to catch his breath. “Are you going to ask a professional?”
Obito grinned as if he had waited for this question: “Some friends will be judges. Genma, Kurenai, Asuma,.... You.” Then he added: “Which is unfair to the others because you will obviously vote for me.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Yamato said deadpan. Obito pouted.
Slowly Yamato’s support had turned into a little more hostility and he just wanted this to end. He thought the only way to show Obito that this time he had gone a little too far was to withdraw affection from him. This pained him almost as much as it pained Obito, but it seemed to work at least a little. Obito was now exceptionally apologetic each time he had to practise, also, he had bought a muffler, which at least reduced the sound a little.
Only two more days, Yamato thought, and this entire nightmare would finally be over. In his mind he fantasised about a fire he could put the trombone on, the golden instrument melting right under it and never coming back. Blissful quiet would be spreading through the apartment and Obito would get his affection back. Happy end.
They decided to hold the competition in an old garage in Gai’s dad’s house. Might Dai was a way too enthusiastic man for his age and he had immediately volunteered to host all of them to watch their “triumph of youth” which entailed their mastery of an instrument. Yamato very much doubted any of them were very good at any of the instruments they had chosen. Well, Kakashi maybe, since he had in fact played piano when he was younger.
“Trombone huh,” Genma said and pushed Yamato in the sides slightly,” That must have a fun last month.” Yamato shot him a look that could kill. Genma laughed and gave Yamato a sympathy clap on the shoulder: “At least it’s over.”
Yes, at least it was.
They were all given a little sheet of paper with an instrument on it and several scales from one to ten. Presentation. Accuracy. Technique. Sound. “I don’t think any of us is qualified enough to judge on technique,” Kurenai said wisely but Gai waved it off with a typically excited: “You are all amazing enough to understand it even if you aren’t as qualified. I know you can do it.”
Yamato took his seat at the corner of the table and tried not to look too annoyed with the whole ordeal. Obito had been out all morning to practise again, where he had gone Yamato did not know, it was early when he left. Part of Yamato was happy that Obito had decided not to play trombone in their house at 6 am but the other part was upset that he hadn’t even said where he had gone.
First player was Gai. He had bought a wonderfully beautiful wood violin that looked safe and correctly draped over his left shoulder. He was very bouncy, as he so often was, talking about how his opponents shouldn’t be sad if he was the one winning. Unfortunately it was clear relatively quickly that Gai was not going to win. He ripped the strings over the violin as if he was trying to see through a tree. The song he was playing was barely recognisable. When Yamato looked to Asuma that was sitting next to him, Asuma had his head in his hands murmuring: “And that’s only the first one.”
Gai bowed too deep when he was done, the audience clapped a friendly, but unenthusiastic clap while Dai howled and whistled for his son. The support was cute in a way. Yamato smiled from one to the other. “I think you just have to be a little softer,” Kurenai said to Gai when he came over. “Draw the bow a little lighter, at least for slow songs.” He gave her a thumbs up.
Next was Obito and watching him set up his little stand with sheet music and trombone actually got Yamato a little nervous. Despite it all he wanted Obito to make a good impression and yes, part of him even wanted Obito to win. He made a fist under the table to steady his nerves. Obito could only be better than Gai, right? He had practised so much.
The first sounds came out of the trombone and Yamato could see out of the corner of his eye that Asuma buried his head in his hands again. It sounded vaguely like a song Yamato had heard before, as if it had been run through a noise filter to distort it. Obito had trouble breathing, his head red and fingers sweaty, so he made one mistake after another. Yamato could have sworn he had heard Obito play this exact song perfectly not 24 h ago, but now he messed it up almost as much as Gai had.
More friendly clap, though Yamato clapped a little harder than he had before. When his husband walked over to him Yamato reached for his hand. “You did well,” he said and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. It was their first real touch in a week. Obito blushed a little at the praise and then smiled, though he still looked defeated.
The miserable performances of his opponents didn’t bode well for Kakashi, who stepped up now to set up his electric piano. In real Kakashi fashion though, he did not seem to even take notice of anyone around him, too bored to even take this competition seriously. They all knew it was just an act however, that Kakashi cared, maybe more than all of them. He sat down and cleared his throat to get them to be quiet, then he played.
“Ah, better,” Asuma said with relief in his voice and Yamato heard it too. While nowhere near perfect in his execution, Kakashi definitely knew his instrument better than the other too. His fingers were not as light and easy as better pianists’ were, but he absolutely knew his basics. He had chosen a very easy song to play and strung along over the keys with minimal mistakes. When the song ended it was clear that he was the winner. The applause after was much more genuine than the ones before.
Nobody even needed to hand in their sheets. Gai jumped forward immediately, shaking Kakashi’s hand so much that he almost fell over. “As expected from my rival. Perfection.”
“It was not perfect at all, I didn’t -” Kakashi tried to clarify but Gai cut him off again: “Perfection!”
Obito too admitted defeat, though he did it while frowning and grumbling: “You did well, man.” Which Kakashi accepted with a grin.
“To be fair, it was a really hard bet to win against someone who had a head start,” Yamato comforted Obito later, their hands entwined into each other again. It was nice to have the closeness back, now that they had both made it through the hell that was this month. “You did as well as you could.”
This seemed to soothe Obito’s wounded soul a little. He leaned over and let Yamato give him a kiss to the cheek. “I missed this,” Obito whined a little.
“I told you you could have it back if you would end this,” Yamato said a little smugly. “And now it is obviously over.”
“How do you know?” Obito let go of Yamato’s hand and shrugged, “I had fun playing an instrument…”
“Oh god.”
“I was thinking of maybe learning the drums.” Obito grinned.
Yamato could feel his throbbing headaches return just by imagining this. He looked up into Obito’s smiling face. “You are joking right? Please tell me you are joking.”
In what felt like cruel payback for the weeks of icy treatment, Obito just shrugged again, murmured “who knows” and pressed a soft kiss to Yamato’s forehead.
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ARB Birthday special: Kururi Yamamura
-september 21d-
"it is sometimes an appropiate response to reality to go insane"
Login lines
"waa! Today it's my birthday! Happy birthday myself hahahaha"
"this is for me!? Thanks You for remember!"
Voice lines
"My two cute marionettes gifted me two pretty dresses and and some accesories,besides Kunio made a party for me in the theater...I don't remember celebrate y birthday with something like that after oto san....but it involved use homemade pyrotechnics and set something on fire...good times thoses"
"Hi nii san...¿Why?...You have something for me? gimme gimme!... okay i'm sorry hahaha..."
"A new doll! Oh god is gorgeous...now mademoiselle have a new friend,thank You Nii San... what's?... hahaha a night of fire and blood with You?! Of course! Haha...yeah that's night will be so fun"
"Kunio San hi...yes i'm happy today....¿for me? But You and the theater staff already made me a birthday party...o right"
"this is one of your own knifes? It's very pretty maybe I will use it that night with My brother...uh! It's nothing"
"hi Natsume San,let me adivine a birthday gift... hahaha I knew!"
"A purple crystals necklace?...but those stones... poisonous?...I understand now,this will be very useful for me, thanks you Natsume san"
Aoba voice lines
"hi Rui "¿Why i'm here?" I have something for You....wow wow hey calm down Kururi and let me give You your birthday gift"
"I gifted You the doll "mademoiselle" when we was kids so I thought on give you a friend for her.... it's nothing little sister and I have another gift...what do you think of a siblings night out? Saika and Bluefire causing chaos until dawn? Hahahahaha I knew that ou will acept it,oh this night will be so fun hahahahaha"
Kunio voice lines
"good morning my apprentice, you look happy today and talking about that i have a gift for you... it's true but it was the staff gift but i not give You something yet"
"yes is it, You need a new knife in your birthday day...yea it's pretty,uh You said something Kururi?...ok"
Natsume voice lines
"hi Ruri chan I have something for You...yes it's a birthday gift haha"
"happy birthday,I hope You accept this necklace... it's not a normal necklace,this crystals are made by myself and are poisonous...the crystals are diluted in the liquid put it in a drink and the person who drinks it die of asphyxiation"
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— say yes to me
requested by anon: Would you be okay with writing a story with Merrill from swimmers? Just some fluff, or hurt/comfort.
summary: when you find a plane ticket in merrill's room, you almost freak out about it, until she breaks the great news to you.
a/n: this writing is shit…but i hope y’all still enjoy it because there is barely any merrill fics hehe
pairing: merrill x reader
Merrill was the girl who really looked at you. She was the first girl who took an hour out of her day to hang out at the beach, or stir up some trouble by the docks right beside you. She was the first girl, the first person, to not only see you, but see who you really were.
Merrill was the only person you truly cared for, and sometimes, in this small town, it felt like you two were the only ones in this world.
You knew that she was only here for a short while. You knew she was only here for closure on her past. You always knew that. But once she became your other half, you figured she would stay just a while longer. Maybe even consider moving here.
"Merrill, come down here for a minute!" Shellie, her aunt, called from downstairs as you were both laying in Merrill's bed.
You were at you girlfriends house pretty much everyday. It's not like anyone was missing you back home. Your parents were always out at the bars, and so you didn't want to stay in your dark empty house with just yourself to entertain.
Merrill grunted, and you shifted your body so she could get up. She was all about physical touch, and you were too. You lacked it, especially in your family. And since Merrill's mother died, she did too.
"I'll be right back, baby."
While she was downstairs, you stood up to use her bathroom. You walked by her dresser that had many different trinkets on it, including her camera that she uses to constantly take pictures of you.
Though, what really caught your eye was a plane ticket. You weren't nosy, and you never snooped through anyones stuff, but it was laying right in the open and Merrill hadn't told you that she was going on a trip.
You picked it up to study the ticket closer. The planes takeoff was a week from the current day. August fifteenth. And for a moment, you were going to put it down and ask where she was going on vacation, instead.
But, when you caught a glimpse of the destination being the previous place she lived at -or rather the current, since she was just visiting- you wanted to scream. And not at her, but at the universe for setting you up like this.
She could go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She was a grown adult. But, the fact that she would be almost across the country from you, just didn't feel right.
It wasn't just a simple state nearby that you could visit once and awhile, making a road trip out of it. You had to take a plane, and you didn't have the money for that, considering your parents didn't help out.
"I swear to god, she calls me-"
"Merrill, what is this?" You cut the brunette off, because you could hardly listen to her blabber when all you wanted to do was cry.
You loved listening to her voice, it even helps you fall asleep as childish as that possibly sounds, but right now, you didn't even want to look at her.
"Oh"
"You're going to leave?" You're going to leave me? You said it with tears building up in your eyes, and you felt awful, because you knew this decision certainly hurt Merrill too.
"Listen-"
She walked closer. You stepped back.
"No. You're going to leave. And- and i'm not going to be able to see you!" Your voice crack had completely broken you down, and Merrill had gently grasped your wrist to keep you in place.
"Listen. I'm not leaving without you," she assured, and she said it as if she was astonished that you thought she would possibility leave you. But you couldn't understand what she meant, and you could hardly hear her other your sniffles.
"I can't afford plane tickets, Merrill. I can't even-"
"That's actually what I was going to surprise you with today...I just- I shouldn't have left it out in open." She chuckled to herself, and smiled at you like nothing was wrong it the world. Like she wasn't moving away from the only person that mattered to her.
"Huh?"
"Look, I was going to see if you wanted to move back with me. It's okay if you don't want to go but I bought you a ticket so you don't have to worry about it. See-" she reached into one of her drawers, and pulled out a second ticket. You blinked a few times, trying to comprehend it all.
"Merrill I- I don't know what to say."
"Yes. Say yes!" She said, a little too hopeful. As much as you hated to admit it, you had a life down here still. Your parents, your work, and you've never left this town once before.
"As much as I would love to...I just- my parents and everything." You looked down, you knew what this meant. Merrill was still going to go, and leave you behind. You would never see a single trace of her again, besides the memories that laid out on your heart.
"Listen" she grabbed your hands, and squeezed them. Her face was close to yours, her body was slightly pressed against you. It made it hard for you to not just say yes and move with her. "I get it but, your parents they...they don't appreciate you enough. You deserve to live freely without them weighing you down, and tearing you apart."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah" Merrill confirmed. She was right too. "And there's a lot of great career paths down there. I mean, I know we don't have all the money in the world, but we can make due as long as we're together."
"So if I say yes...we can live together. Just you and me, away from this place?" You moved her hands, wrapped her arms around your waist, without her even resisting.
She moved her face in closer, her hot breath against your face, and said, "just you and me." And then she kissed you, like the first time all over again, for starting a new life with her.
"I love you so goddamn much" Merrill mumbled, and then lifted you up. You squealed, from the excitement and shock, and wrapped you legs around her waist.
"I love you too. So goddamn much."
She laid you on her bed, and her own body fell on top of yours. After kissing your face all over, and with heavy breathing, she spoke again, "To starting a new life."
"To starting a new life" you echoed, and went back to kissing her right after. To starting a new life, and a family, is what you wanted to say. Maybe not just yet, but, you knew this was going to last until you were in your grave.
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Please Stay With Me
Chapter 13
Richy: what did you just say?
Jessy: your the farther
Richy: how do I know this isn't just another lie
Jessy: here, Jessy pulled out the piece of paper from her pocket and handed it too Richy.
Richy: it's actually true, I can't believe it for once you told the truth about something
Jessy: can we maybe start over?
Richy: just because I'm the farther doesn't mean I am going too give us another go
Jessy: please Richy, I can't lose you
Richy: you should of thought about before you jumped on Jake, I'm sorry Jessy I need some time.
Richy walked away he could hear Jessy crying as he walked away, he wanted too turn round and at least hear her out. Like an idiot he stopped and turned back round and went over too Jessy.
Richy: let's talk tomorrow come too my place around 11
Jessy: thank you, thank you
Richy: come on I'll walk you home
Richy walked Jessy back too Phil's while he might hate her for everything that's happened, he didn't want his baby getting hurt.
The next morning MC woke up too an empty bed, just as she was about too get up Jake came back into the room with a tray full of breakfast foods.
MC: aww Jake thank you your so sweet
Jake: I thought we could spend the day on bed just me,you and the bump
MC: your so cute
MC leaned over and kissed Jake on the cheek, he put his arm around her and held her close. They both enjoyed their breakfast in bed watching movies on Netflix. Half way through one of the movies MC had fallen asleep, Jake just sat and watched her sleeping. He held her close while she rested her head on his chest.
When MC woke Jake was again not in the bed, she got out of bed and went too see where he was. When she walked into the kitchen she found him scooping ice cream into two bowls.
Jake: hey, you okay?
MC: yeah am good, what's all this?
Jake: well I thought we could have a little ice cream, I got your favourite double chocolate fudge
MC: I think I just fell in love with you all over again
Jake: 'hehe' come on let's take these into the bedroom
They went into the bedroom with the ice cream MC "accidentally" dropped ice cream on Jake's bare chest.
Jake: that's cold
MC: oops looks like I'm gonna have too lick it off.
Jessy had just arrived at Richy's and knocked on the door, he opened it and invited her in.
Jessy: thank you for telling me explain things
Richy: I guess now I know the truth we should talk
Jessy: I know it might sound stupid but I stairs up late last night and wrote you a letter. Jessy hands Richy the letter and sits down and reads it while Jessy offers too make coffee.
Dear Richy,
I know I have said sorry more times than I can count, but I want you too know that I am truly deeply sorry for everything. That night I slept with Jake it was a stupid drunken mistake. One I regret everyday I wish it was possible too go back in time and undon it all. I've lost the love of my life over a stupid irresponsible moment I want you too know I will never stop loving you. If he ou choose too walk away from us I will understand I just hope that we can stay friends, I will give you full access too the baby when ever you want too see him/her you ou can.
Love you always and forever
Jessy
Xxxxxxx
Richy put the letter down and went into the kitchen where Jessy was making coffee.
Richy: I've read your letter
Jessy: do you need time? Take all the time you need I won't push you
Richy: maybe we could make this work but if we do there as too be 100% truth on both sides
Jessy: I can do that, no more secrets I don't want too lose you again.
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Not So Berry Legacy Challenge
Generation One: Mint
Hoje era um dia especial...
"Today was a special day..."
Não apenas porque era véspera de ano novo.
"Not just because it was New Year's Eve."
Mas porque era aniversário de Charlote.
**But because it was Charlotte's birthday.**
No começo ela não estava entendendo...
**At first she didn't understand...**
Mas gostou da ideia de soprar velinhas.
**But he liked the idea of blowing out candles.**
Eu vou sentir tanto a falta desta fase dela.
**I will miss this phase of her so much.**
"Charlote cresceu!"
Mas agora ela é uma criança.
**But now she is a child.**
Ela se tornou uma menina muito bonita, mas ainda não tenho certeza se parece mais comigo ou com...ele...as vezes penso nele...gostaria que ele soubesse que tem uma filha. Bom talvez ele tenha muitas filhas...
**She has become a very beautiful girl, but I'm still not sure if she looks more like me or him...sometimes I think of him...I wish he knew he had a daughter. Well maybe he has many daughters...**
Eu sempre cuidarei dela.
**I will always take care of her.**
Agora ela sabe mudar o canal da TV...perigoso...
**Now she knows how to change the TV channel...dangerous..**
...também podemos fazer mais coisas juntas.
**...we can also do more things together.**
"Irritado! (Da Socialização) Um Cabeça Quente simplesmente não consegue esconder sua raiva quando tem uma conversa ruim."
"Ataque de Raiva (De ser mal perdedor) Se os jogos deveriam ser divertidos, por que eles deixam Charlote tão brava?"
"Nova presa crescendo (de ser um pequeno lobisomem) Charlote não sente apenas uma dor de barriga, realmente dói!"
Meu Grande Observador! Ela tem um gênio horrível!
**My Great Observer! She has a horrible temper!**
"Você já ouviu falar de algo chamado The Motive Trials? Aparentemente, eles pegam um monte de Sims e os colocam em algum lugar remoto e os deixam lutar... como a realeza. Você acha que gostaria de fazer parte de algo assim?"
Pelo menos não tem essas ideias do meu irmão...
**At least you don't have those ideas of my brother...**
"Oh...não. Só termina quando sobrar apenas um sim de pé. Se durasse apenas uma quinzena, isso não seria épico o suficiente"
...eu lá quero algo épico? Preciso trabalhar!
**...I want something epic there? Need to work!**
Estamos prontas para um novo ano!
**We are ready for a new year!**
No submundo já passou a virada.
**In the underworld, the turning point has already passed.**
Falta pouco...
**waiting...**
...agora!!!
**...now!!!**
Um feliz ano novo...
**A happy New Year...**
...para nós!!
**...for us!!**
tenho certeza que vai ser cheio de conquistas...e de dinheiro! espero...
**I'm sure it will be full of achievements...and money!I hope...**
E um pouco de amor...
**And a little love...**
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Bill Johnson: ‘I Never Witnessed Faith At THAT Level Before’
The Bible doesn’t say “by understanding we have faith.” Heart is first, brain is second.
“With the heart one believes unto righteousness” (Romans 10:10 NKJV). I remember, many years ago, I was in Nashville for a meeting and a woman came up to me to tell me about a condition she had in her heart and lungs. She said, “I believe tonight is my night. God is going to heal me tonight.”
Now, I’ve heard people say that many times, but this moment was different. When she walked up to me, I could feel the tangible presence of faith on her. It stunned me. As soon as she spoke, I actually took a step backward. I wanted every cell in my body to recognize the atmosphere of faith she was carrying. I wanted the presence of God on this woman to impact me—spirit, soul, and body. I had never witnessed faith at that level before.
After a moment, I laid hands on her to pray, and she went down and was out for maybe twenty minutes. When she got up, she said, “My chest is burning!” She had a medical device that continuously pumped medication directly into her heart. Each morning she changed the medication in order to survive another day.
After she received prayer, she went home, but I saw her back at the meeting the next night. I asked her how she was feeling, and she said, “Well, this morning at 7 a.m. the Lord told me I didn’t need the medication anymore.”
Doctors had told her she could live approximately four minutes without medication. At 9 p.m. that night, more than 12 hours after removing her medication, she was giving testimony to everyone in the room. The Lord had poured His faith into her, empowering her to act boldly as He completely healed her.
Bill Johnson
Senior Leader of Bethel Church
Redding, CA
The Origins of Faith
Have a very decided dislike for negative preaching and writing. It is not sufficient for a speaker or author to discuss the disease, but to satisfy my soul and mind, he must give me the cure. It is easy to point out what is wrong, but I want to know what is right. Sometimes that is a little more difficult than one would suppose. However, when at last honest mistakes have been rectified, and we are back on the paths of truth, it may be that in the providence of God the wrong trail will have left us a heritage of blessing.
Many years ago I was on one of my periodic visits to the mountain ranges which border on the rocky coasts of Alaska. A visitor to this land of the Great White Silence had been lost, and I had told him of the trail which would take him back to a valley where he could get his bearings. After a lapse of two hours he was back at my camp. He told me he was confused and completely turned around; and asked me if I would kindly travel with him until he was sure of his direction. I did, for it is a danger- ous place in which to wander alone, unless one has a knowledge of the country and its trails. Weeks later I received a letter from the grateful fellow, in which he said among other things, “To know you are on the right road is a fine thing; but to return to it, after being on the wrong one, multiplies its blessing.”
How true! It is after the rain that we appreciate the bursting buds and delicate greens of the early spring. After the storm clouds we appreciate the calm of a sky-blue day. If through these pages I can lead those dear children of God, who have not seen the full fruit of the victory of faith, back to the clear teaching of the Book and to ultimate victory, then this heart of mine will be happy and these pages, written in prayer, will not fail in their mission.
The thing above all else I want you to see is that you cannot generate it; you cannot work it up; you can not manufacture it. It is imparted and infused by God Himself. You cannot sit in your homes and struggle to have faith, and affirm that something is; nor can you turn your hope and desire into faith by your own power. The only place you can get it is from the Lord, for the Word clearly and distinctly states that faith is one of two things. It is either a gift of God, or it is a fruit of the Spirit.
We are told in Paul’s Epistle to the Corinthians, “Now abides faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.” While love might be the greatest, it certainly is not the first. It must be preceded by faith. Look out of your window at yonder tree. What a thing of symmetry and loveliness it is! Only God can make a tree. There is beauty in its twisted branches. There is loveliness in its trembling leaves. Every leaf is a little world unto itself, with its tiny veins carrying the life that God supplies, which gives it all it possesses in its native realm. Yet there is something back of the tree. Beneath the surface of the ground there is a great system of roots hidden away. You never behold them; yet without them the tree would die. It would have no life at all.
Faith is the Life
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The roots are ugly and hard in comparison to the beautiful greenery above the ground. Yet the greenery is there partly because of those roots. Now, let us call the top of the tree “Love.” You can see it. You can contact it. You can enjoy its fragrance. You behold its beauty. It is there because of something which is back of it—something hidden away that causes it. That something is the roots. Now you expect me to say that those roots are the roots of faith. No! Faith is the life that flows into the roots. It is that mystical quality that only God can produce and give. There are roots you could plant which will never, never grow.
You, yourself, and your inner nature are those roots. Your senses, your avenues of approach to the expressions of life itself are buried below the surface where people cannot see them. All the world beholds is what you produce and not you yourself. What did Jesus mean when He said, “By their fruit ye shall know them”? Ye shall know them. The fruit produced is an index to what the tree really is.
Let me repeat. The roots of the tree are not faith. The roots do not produce the life, but the life produces the roots. It is the life that is faith. It is that wonderful and glorious quality which is a gift of the divine heart, and which sustains us. This life, or faith, will be manifest to the world by the fruit we bear; by the arms of love outstretched; by the things of grace and beauty which through God are manifested day by day on the tree of our lives.
How foolish it would be for that tree to struggle in an attempt to create the life which flows into it. It need not struggle. All it needs to do is to function in obedience to the laws divine. As the life is there, it simply manifests that life in the fruit it bears, and the beauty with which it endows the world.
So it is with faith. Love may be the greatest thing in the world, but faith must of necessity be the first. Without faith it is impossible to please God. But you tell me that you have faith. I ask you where you got it. I pick a rosy apple from a tree. I hear it testify from the core of its little apple heart. It tells me it has rosy cheeks. It whispers in my ear that it is so very good to the taste. It invites me to taste its flavor. It testifies that it has so many noble and beautiful qualities. Then I ask it where it got them all.
From the branch? The shelter of the leaves, the rain and the sun? Yes, all true; but I knew that way down in the hidden system, which you can not see, the roots were receiving something from God that no tree on the face of the earth has ever been able to produce of itself!
The Atheist and God
Some time ago an atheist sat in a meeting I was conducting. He was extremely hard and cynical. He lived alone in the room of a hotel, and his solitude had only added to his hard, critical, unbelieving nature. I preached that night on the subject “Com- prehending the Incomprehensible.” I declared that it was possible to believe the unbelievable; to know the love of God that passes knowledge. The follow- ing morning he came to my room and asked for an interview. He was rather argumentative and I told him, while I did not have time for argument, I would be glad to answer any sincere, honest ques- tion which he might put before me.
He said, “I have no faith whatever. I do not believe the Bible, and I do not know if there be a God. I do see a law of order in nature and the universe, but what causes it, or where it came from, I do not know. Now, Dr. Price, your sermon last night was a challenge to my thinking. What I want to know is this: How can a man spend a dollar when he does not have one? How can you drive a car when you do not possess one? How can you believe when you have no belief? How can God expect a man to exercise faith when he does not have any (assuming there is a God)? Where is there justice in a set-up like that?”
“Are you an honest man, and do you want to know the truth?”
“What is truth?” was the reply. “‘What brand of it do you mean? I have never been able to find it, although I have spent a lifetime in search of it.”
On the wall of my apartment was hanging a picture of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. His hands were clasped and His eyes were raised toward heaven in prayer. I walked over to that picture and looked at it for a moment or two without speaking. I intuitively knew he would be looking at that picture too. When at last I turned to face him, I said, “He is Truth. He is the Way. He is your Life and Faith. He has in abundance what you say you do not have. You have been trying to get it out of mind, thought, and intellect. He can put it there, as the river of His grace flows through your heart. That is why He came. He came to make men free… free from doubts like yours… free from fears and misgivings… free from unbelief and free from sin…”
“Sounds like a fairy story to me,” he interrupted. “Fine if you can believe it, but how can man or God expect a man to believe what he can not believe?”
He went away. A week later he came to me and offered his hand. When I looked at his face, I knew the miracle had happened. Into his heart there had come not only the conscious knowledge of sins forgiven, but a manifestation of the sweetness and love of God which had made him a new creation in Christ Jesus. As in the Millennium, instead of the briar shall come up the myrtle tree, so in this man’s life there had sprung up the evidence of the Indwelling Presence of God.
“Do you know what happened?” he said. “I told the Lord to manifest Himself, if He was there. I asked Him to do something which would reveal His presence, if He was there at all. I became conscious that He was near me. I realized there was a God—that there was a soul to save. I did not understand it with my mind, but I knew it in my heart. Then I told Him I had no faith to believe, so He gave me His faith, and I believed. The work was done.”
Why not? That is God’s way of salvation. “As many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the Sons of God, even to them that believe on His name.” When I give an altar call, I invite every man, and every woman, to surrender his heart and life to Christ. If we are saved by Faith, how do I know that all can have the faith to receive? How do I know that every one whom I invite can find eternal life? Some might have faith, and others be entirely devoid of it. The fact that people believe what you say does not mean that they have the faith to translate that belief, or even heart hunger, into an experimental knowledge of sins forgiven.
Nevertheless, I cry, “Whosoever will may come,” because I know that He will impart the faith which is needful to every sincere heart. I have quoted the twelfth verse of the first chapter of John: “But as many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the Sons of God, even to them that believe on His name.” Let me quote the next one. Thus does it read: “Who were born (that is, born again) not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.”
The same Holy Ghost who convicts the sinner of his sin will see to it that as the sinner was given enough conviction to convince him of his sin, so he will now be given faith enough to convince him of his salvation. But no man in himself possesses that faith. Are we not told “By grace are ye saved, through faith; and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God.” Poor, wretched, miserable, ignorant, unbelieving humanity could never grow or develop in such corrupt hearts of unbelief faith enough to believe in a Savior, let alone receive Him. So the Holy Spirit not only imparts the conviction of the need of a Savior, but also imparts the faith to receive Him.
Never think it was your faith that received Christ as your Savior. Never say that any act of yours was the basis of your redemption. It is Jesus who imparts the water of which He spoke to the woman by Samaria’s wayside well. It is Jesus who puts His arms of love beneath the burden on your back and lifts it from your tired, weary body. It is Jesus who pours into the lacerated, broken heart the oil of heaven’s joy. It is Jesus who smooths the wrinkles of care with the gentle touch of a mother’s hand, and it is Jesus who brings you out of the darkness of the night into the light of His own glorious and wonderful day.
“Oh, it is Jesus; yes, it is Jesus; Yes, it is Jesus in my soul;
For I have touched the hem of His garment, And His blood has made me whole!”
Sing it and shout it. Proclaim it and herald it near and far. His blood—His grace—His power—His pardon—His faith!
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