#I’m like. I’m fine I just made the mistake of thinking about the prince of Egypt soundtrack and I’m just sad

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Saw alotta dis so uhh.. Is aether an option by any chance?

The creator had:

Twin blonds

WC: 900~

I actually really like aether, I tend to characterize him as rather wholesome, at least in his traveler form.

I'm sure that traveler aether would be so much shier about his attraction that you would have to start any intimate interaction while abyss aether is more forward with his attraction.

“Thanks for the help traveler, without your help we wouldn't be able to hold the celebration” Aether is famously known across teyvat for how helpful he is, always so eager to take the load off of anyone's shoulders.

“let me give you a reward"

“Hm? Ningguang already gave me the reward” looks at you curiously, maybe there was a mistake while arranging this? After all, the commission was a last second thing.

“I know that, I meant a more personal reward, only if you wanted” finally noticing the innuendo he swallows hard, swiftly looking over at paimon to find her swallowing canapes and desserts but seemingly the time he spent thinking about it made you think it was a refusal “oh, well, nevermind, let's enjoy the party” you pass bye him towards the entrance but he stops you, a firm hand around your arm.

“I didn't mean it like I don't want, I just… Didn't expect it, I guess” seeing him so cute you can't help yourself and lean forward, your lips half open, an invitation that he soon takes.

A while later you both appear in the party, alibis pointing to each other being somewhere different.

“didnt expect you to come here so soon” as you open the door you see the prince standing in the middle of your room, an almost indistinguishable shape amongst the shadows.

“I would say the same. I would have expected you to stay in the party for a while longer, your grace”

Your hands signal a burgundy splatter on the top “drunkard's accidents. I came to clean myself” you walk the the wardrobe, pulling another tunic from there “I also saw a hydro mage in the garden from one of the second floor windows and guessed your would be here or arrive soon”

He sighs sitting down on your bed “I held some hope they would be more careful with this mission but seems I was wrong. I hoped I would be able to talk with you when you came after the party”

“almost everyone is drunk and I greeted everyone important, I can spare some minutes"

“I will make sure to use them wisely then”

“Won't you even tell me where your lover is from?” Nahida is sitting criss-cross playing stacking cubes with the blond children, a set of twins.

“I’m sorry but I won't” you see her shoulders slouch while she builds a block tower with the twins, almost disappointed.

“Could it be kaveh? They are blond like him” she pops up an idea, seeing how fixated the girl twin was with building the tallest column and how the boy was focus.

“Fine, will tell you he isn't from Sumeru” even if she seemed bummed out about it at least she sighed and stretched her legs.

“Well… technically his mom is fontanian now so maybe...”

“It's not kaveh.”

“Finee”

“Such energetic toddlers” Raiden watches from the top of the stairs, two eleven month olds trying to learn how to walk and repetitively failing and rising to try again.

“Yes, I had to get a nanny for each if them, whenever I left them in their playpen at least one would sneak out and start crawling around, I was worried they would try to go up the stairs and hurt themselves”

“Ah!” The boy yelps as he manages to stand up for a second but falls down after attempting his first step. Before he starts wailing his sister pats his back.

“ I will miss him” Nahida pouts, her eyes almost glassing over. The twins had reunited at last and left, not without giving all a hug, yours being particularly long and specially melancholic.

“You know” you say as you put your hand on her head, the archons standing alongside you “we will have something to remind us of him” she looks up at you curiously with her wet eyes.

“indeed, the changes they produced in our nations won't be easily forgotten and we will be able to remember him because of it”

“That might be true, zhongli, but I meant something else, something that will grow alongside us” nobody said a word, the meaning totally understood by all of them. Nahida hugs your leg and zhongli rests a hand on your shoulder blade.

“Prince did you manage to make the purest grace to agre with our plan and make the nations surrender?” a cryo mage speaks the next morning, rubbing his hands together.

“I didn't manage to cramp that in, when their grace wasn't present people started looking for them”

“I understand…” even if he wanted to doubt him what he did in that while he knew that wouldn't end nicely for him.

“Aetherrr”paimon whines over his shoulder, tugging the loose hairs behind his ears “we spent 20 minutes looking at toys”

“I want to give nice and thoughtful gifts to their grace's children” aether ignores her, still wondering if buying more furniture for their dollhouse or a Natlan sport ball. Both of them play doll house and football but which would be best?

“Just give them whatever, I doubt anyone would spend so much thinking about their gift. Just because they are twins and you are a twin doesn't mean you share any special link”

“yeah, you are right” it's not because of that reason that he is so focused but at least it works as a common excuse of seeing himself and his lost sister in them.

“Now will you hurry?”

“Haha, no”

#genshin impact #gi #sagau #self aware genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin aether #aether x reader #aether #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader

[hopecomesbacktolife]

affirmation of the day: we will not cry over our religious trauma at Mother’s Day lunch

#personal #I’m like. I’m fine I just made the mistake of thinking about the prince of Egypt soundtrack and I’m just sad #i don’t want to cry into my pizza in a couple hours so I need to ~ redirect ~ #it’s just. i miss the certainty the belonging the connection that’s all #as Leslie Knope once said: ‘I… sad’ #hhhhhh

[elisysd]

8. Need you more than I want to

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack : Shameless - Camila Cabello

He was the last person you expected to be in front of your door, but here he was. Seeing him there, a little disheveled, his hair a mess, had the effect of sobering you up. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked. “How did you get my room number?”

He didn’t answer, only arched an eyebrow and it made you sighed. You were annoyed, frustrated, in total disbelief. You couldn’t understand why he was there. You couldn’t find a justification that would be important enough for him to find you there. 

“I have my ways to get what I want.”

“Of course… little prince of Monaco. It comes with perks. One of them being to disturb the privacy of people, I assume.” you bitterly commented. 

“I want an explanation”

“You want an explanation?” you repeated. 

“Your behavior, your questions! I don’t understand them! I don’t understand you! I thought we were friends, that we built something and you are still the annoying girl I’ve met the first time in Bahrain! What did I do? I deserve to know.”

“You deserve? Deserve? Who do you think you are? It’s not because we have a good relationship outside of the tracks that I have to change the ways I do my job. I’m not here to please you, I’m not here to praise you, I’m not here to pat you on the back. It’s not what is asked from me. If you don’t like it, that is your problem not mine. I’m staying professional out there.”

You were harsh, you knew it and saying you were enjoying drawing a line between your personal relationship with Charles and the one you had on the tracks, was a big fat lie. 

“And where was your professionalism when you were dancing and flirting with Mick?” he asked, furious.

You took a step back, as if his bitter question had physically hurt you. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes. You briefly closed them and proceeded to ignore him as you made your way to your door, not hesitating to push him a little. You wouldn’t make him the pleasure to see you hurt. You fumbled with your key until you managed to open your door and entered the room. You were not quick enough to prevent Charles from following you inside. 

“Mick is my friend.”

“So you do make friends with some drivers, nice to know. Make you even more hypocrite than I thought.”

“Mick and I understand each other. Not that I should justify myself to you.”

“I understand you too! I try to! I’m trying here, can’t you see? But you prefer to push me away  because you know what? You are scared. You are scared of the bond we could have. So you’re fleeing, like a coward.”

It made you snap.

“You have no right to stand here and judge me. When did I give you the permission to do so? We are friends. I let you in, despite everything I let you in. I told you about my brother, I let you see me be vulnerable, I’ve done more things with you than with any other drivers and here you are, asking for what? More? I give you enough, Charles! And maybe I could give you even more but I need time! I need to find the right balance between professional and personal and yeah, fine, maybe it was not right of me to be like that with you. But I’m trying! I will make mistakes but I don’t want you to throw them in my face every damn time. And if you can’t handle that, then maybe it’s best if you leave and if we stop being friends.”

You swore you had seen a flash in his eyes and before you even had time to register what was happening, you felt his hands around your waist and his lips on yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. Before you could even process it, you kissed him back as his teeth bit your lower lip. And that’s when you finally fully understood what was going on. You let go of him, took a step back and before you even knew it, you felt your hand moving on its own to slap his face, getting him out of the trance he was in. 

“Y/N… I… I’m sorry, I just…  I don’t know where that comes from, I…” he stuttered. 

“Leave, Charles. I think it’s best.” you calmly answered, opening the door as you saw him rushing out, without a second glance to you. 

You were a coward. He was right. Because if you had just an ounce of bravery you wouldn't seriously consider not attending Barcelona. How could you face him? How would you be able to do your job properly? Your thoughts were all over the place. You were thinking about his lips on yours, about his hands around your waist and how good it felt. He was even haunting you in your dreams. Very sweet dreams that were making you blush whenever you were thinking about them.  As the race was approaching you were feeling more and more anxious to the point your work was starting to pay the price, something Marion ended up noticing. When she confronted you, you simply said that you were not feeling good lately.

“If you want to skip Barcelona, you can. I can cover for you. I know how tiring traveling can get. If you need to sit this one out, don’t worry, okay?” she reassured you and never you had felt so relieved. 

“I want to come, I just don’t feel good enough for the interviews.”

“So you can be in the pitlane at the start, if it is more convenient for you.”

“I would like that.”

“Did something happen? You loved the interviews.” she asked. 

“No!” you answered a little too fast for your liking. “It’s just the perspective of staying in a crowded place, with little space to move… And I want to experiment something new.”

“Then it is settled! The pitlane will be waiting for you.”

Hell on earth. That’s what Barcelona felt like to Charles. He was not happy at all about his performance, nor was he of the team’s. He was pissed off. About everything but as much as he was trying to convince himself otherwise, he knew the underlying issue. An issue that could be summed up in five letters. A kiss. A stupid kiss. It was a mistake and he couldn’t believe how stupid he could have been?  His multiple texts, sent as apologies, had stayed unanswered. But he understood. He messed up, probably scared you off and he was the only one to blame. 

“Charles, you have to leave the room, I don’t want an aggressive driver during our meetings.” Fred had firmly said when he had blown up in anger.

He couldn’t let his private life influence his driving and his relationship with the team. And he couldn’t keep lying to himself. He had to act on his feelings properly or he had to forget about you. There was no in between. But in any case, he had to talk to you and you had to listen. He knew you were around and he was determined to make you listen. 

Y/N

Can we talk? 

We have to. 

We NEED to.

He saw his texts immediately opened and it gave him hope. 

Please. It won’t be long. 

When he noticed the three dots indicating you were typing he almost let out a sigh of relief. 

You’re right. We have to. 

You sent him your address and the time she would be there. An hour. It was a lot of time to think about what he was going to tell you and at the same time it was not enough. He felt like a high school teenager about to confess to his crush and he felt so stupid. It had never happened to him before. He usually was confident around women, he knew how good looking he was and how charming he could be. But with you, he was a mess. You were making him so nervous. A mix of good kind and bad kind. He didn’t know how you would react, if you would slap him again or kiss him until you both would be out of breath. He liked an option better than the other.

He had bought tulips on his way to your door. And when he was in front of it, he suddenly found the idea very stupid. It’s not like you would be able to keep them. But it was reassuring for him, maybe it would make you smile. The door finally opened, revealing you, still in your work clothes. You were so pretty. He had always noticed it but today you were pretty in a candid way. It made him gulp, especially since you were still very silent as you sat down on your bed looking at him, waiting for his next move. Move he had no idea what it would be. So he started pacing the room, hoping to find the right words, the flowers still in hands. He finally stopped, ran a hand in his hair and looked at you. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. Especially because of the reasons that led me to kiss you. I admit, I was jealous of Mick. A real and fat feeling of jealousy like I’ve never experienced before. Seeing you laugh with him and be your carefree self with someone other than me made me feel things I didn’t expect to feel. It was stupid and selfish to hope that the side of you that you've shown me in New York would be for me only. You told me about your brother, you gave me access to your life in New York, the way you acted around me and then the friendly texts… I think I got confused. Maybe I misread the entire situation. For that I’m sorry. Bur gosh, I’m not sorry to have kissed you. It made me realize that my feelings were everything but friendly. I have a crush on you. I like you a whole lot. It’s stupid, I know. But it is there. It exists. And I can’t help it.” he said in one breath.

You sighed and stood up, moving next to him and taking his free hand in yours. 

“I can’t reciprocate it, Charles. I’m so sorry.”

“You can’t or you don’t, because these are two different things? he asked, slightly hurt but expecting your answer and when he saw you hesitating he knew not everything was lost. That he was right to hope. 

“You’re nice and caring and you did it, you know. You showed me that there were not only assholes out there. Your presence in my life is a breath of fresh air and the companionship I didn't know I needed. I value our friendship. A lot more than what you can imagine. But I don’t want to sacrifice my career. It’s my dream and my little brother’s. He wanted to see me there and I won’t jeopardize it. I can’t. I would never forgive myself if I was messing it up. For Luc, I can’t do that.” you explained, tears in your eyes.

Charles slowly got closer, caressed your cheek and put two fingers under your chin in order to make you look at him. He could read the dilemma you were going through and it hurt him more than a rejection would have. 

“I understand. But you don’t have to choose. You can have your career and you can have me.”

You shook your head. 

“As much as I would like it, it doesn’t work like that, Charles. I don’t think it’s possible.”

“And I think you’re wrong. Let me show you that you can have the best of both worlds.”

You let out a small laugh. He would not give up. 

And his promise started the next day as you were checking in at the airport. 

“You’ve been upgraded to first class, Miss.”

“Wait, what?” you asked, as Marion and Jean let out an impressed sigh. 

“Well, you’re registered as a first class passenger in our online base.”

“But how?” you insisted. 

“I don’t know, miss, and it’s not really my problem now if you can move out of the way, you’re not the only passenger.”

You reluctantly moved to let Marion and Jean check in. As they were doing so, you took you phone out to find a text from Charles and suddenly, it was all clearer. 

Would you be with me, that would become your daily life.

Those few words messed with your head during the whole flight and when you finally got back to your flat. You were exhausted. Your best friend was supposed to arrive soon and you hoped that she would be able to make you forget about Charles. You took a quick shower and soon the doorbell rang, telling you that she had arrived. She jumped into your arms, begging you to tell her everything. 

“I don’t have much to tell. It was work, you know.” you avoided her look on you, preparing water to boil. 

She sneaked next to you and moved her head to the side, her eyes staring at you, making you uncomfortable. 

“There’s something you are not saying.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You can never shut up about your job when I ask you questions and I find you very quiet right now. Spill.”

And you spilled. In details, from the moment you met Charles to Miami, to New York and the kiss in Monaco, ending your story to his confession in your hotel room. You were out of breath when you finished talking and you could feel your cheeks burning. 

“Atta girl. You have an F1 driver at your feet and you don’t jump on the occasion? What is wrong with you? “

“Why can’t anyone understand that it might cause conflicts with my job? Like bias, conflicts of interests… I can’t!” you sighed, annoyed. 

“Okay, fine, I get it. Now let me ask you something different. Imagine you’re not a journalist. In another world, you and Charles work a very tedious 9 to 5 job. You both end up in a bar, for an after work event. He sees you across the room, you do too and you think that damn, he is good looking. And he finds you pretty too. So he comes and buys you a drink that you accept, because who says no to free alcohol? Anyway, you have a chat and it lasts until the bar has to close. You were so deep into your conversation that you both didn’t notice the crowd leaving and the hour approaching the early hours of the next day. And then, he asks you out for a real date, because he finds in you everything he is searching for. What are you saying?”

You closed your eyes, imagined the scene and let a warm and comforting feeling settle in your chest. A smile escaped you. It felt nice. Peaceful. For the first time in a very long time, you felt excited about the perspective of something new, no matter how scary that could be. 

“I would have said yes.” you replied, opening your eyes.

“Then maybe you should hold onto that and give the poor guy a chance. You never know what could happen.” she smiled. 

And when she finally left your flat, after hours of talking, you took your phone and sent a text to Charles. A bold and thrilling feeling running through your body when you press send. 

Do you still want to prove to me that I can have the best of both worlds?

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[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

PREMIUM.

Together with the prince.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: mention of blood.

MINORS DNI.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: I want my big brother to love me!

Emma: Even so…maybe I don't want to see him just yet.

Emma: …I want to love my big brother as much as he loves me.

Emma: So don't tell anyone...Gil.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Sorry, Emma.)

(….The boy you fell in love with is no longer around.)

With one chamber empty and a gun in my pocket, I walked past the waiting soldiers.

There was once a boy who sincerely wished for the happiness of others and devoted himself to it.

An ignorant boy who did not know the dark side of humanity, he felt happiness every time someone laughed.

It is now a distant memory.

I frowned at the smell of blood.

Emma: ——Ah, Gil, gimme!

Gilbert: Eh, no way?

The next day, I brought a large amount of sweets to the laboratory and held a tea party.

Emma, who was sitting on my lap, grabbed my finger with her little hand.

Emma: Big brother Roderich told me earlier that eating too much sweets is not good.

(He says unnecessary things.)

Gilbert: I'm hungry.

Emma: ….What? Gil, you were eating a lot, aren’t you?

Gilbert: I haven't eaten at all. Only a little bit.

Emma: ….Huh?

Gilbert: Emma's a sweet girl, so she won't be mean to me when I'm hungry, will she?

When I smiled at her, she swallowed her words.

Emma: If your stomach is grumbling...fine, I'll let you off the hook.

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you. Emma needs to eat more too.

Emma: I'm full.

(…You only ate a few cookies, but I guess the little rabbit had a small appetite.)

(However, I have found that you prefer the ones with dried fruit mixed into the regular cookies.)

I chuckle as I learn yet another piece of information I didn't know before.

I was immersed in a strange sense of accomplishment, knowing that I had made the sweets by imitating the adult little rabbit.

I realized…that I was being peered into by those round eyes.

Gilbert: What?

Emma: Gil, is something wrong?

Gilbert: I don't think so. Why?

Emma: You're not looking well today.

(….)

Emma: …I wonder what I can do to make you laugh.

(I'm supposed to be smiling all the time.)

When I looked at my face reflected in the glass nearby, my expression was the same as usual.

But what those innocent eyes are looking at may not be the flower, but the root.

Emma: Ah, that's right! I'll introduce my friend to Gil.

(…Friend?)

Emma: "Hello, Gil."

Emma: "If you have any problems, I'm here to help you."

The little rabbit returned to my room with great enthusiasm, and what she held in her hands was a stuffed black tiger.

I couldn't help but blink as I realized that it hadn't happened until yesterday.

Gilbert: Who gave you this?

Emma: Big brother Walter. As an apology for making me cry.

Gilbert: Ah, I see?

(Heh...he can sew not only people, but also stuffed animals.)

Walter probably gave it to her while I was away preparing the sweets.

The choice of the black tiger as a motif shows the utmost consideration, but the omission is unacceptable.

(You look so happy.)

Emma: "Gil, let’s be friends."

The dark emotions that welled up in me calmed down when I saw how hard Emma was trying.

Gilbert: …Are you going to listen to my problems?

Emma: "Roar—!"

The stuffed animal nodded its head.

And I took a small breath.

Gilbert: Hey, Mr. Tiger. I'm a very bad person.

Gilbert: I'm not afraid to do bad things, and I'm better at taking the smiles off people's faces….

Gilbert: The little rabbit said she wanted to make everyone smile, but I can't do that.

Gilbert: I’m afraid the little rabbit will hate me.

(….I don’t know why I’m saying that to a child.)

Sure enough, there was no response from Mr. Tiger.

The little rabbit's brow was furrowed.

Gilbert: Hehe, I asked such a troublesome question.

(What's the point of worrying about such things?)

My problems that I wasn't even aware of until I put it into words.

Just as I was about to change the subject, Emma jumped like a rabbit and clung tightly to my waist.

Emma: I don't hate you.

Emma: But doing bad things is terrible!

Emma: If you do something bad, Gil will feel pain.

Gilbert: Me?

Emma: Yeah. I once lost a book that I borrowed from big brother Akatsuki.

Emma: I couldn’t say it because I'm afraid of being scolded….

Emma: But while I was quiet, my chest kept getting tighter.

Emma: Because I did something wrong and it hurts….

Emma: Isn't it the same for Gil?

("It hurts…")

Such feelings have long since rotted away.

Still, I felt a pain deep in my chest.

It is not guilt for my wrongdoing, but guilt for Emma, who hates murderers.

Emma's words resonate with me because I feel a prickle of emotion that I have never felt before.

Gilbert: I see. ...That's right.

(I'm starting to have some unsettling feelings after meeting you.)

Emma: Hey…Gil, I want you to bend down.

Gilbert: Hm?

I listened to Emma's pleas and bent to my knees.

Emma: Pain, pain go away, don't come again another day.

A small hand reached out and patted me on the head.

(…Does patting on the head mean you forgive me?)

(I'm sure he stroked her when she told him about the book she lost.)

I can easily imagine Akatsuki trying to comfort the crying Emma by patting her on the head.

She knows the feeling of relief at that time, which is probably why she says "there, there" like this.

(A woman who can share the kindness she has received with others…)

(I feel like I've learned a little of the secret of your kindness.)

Gilbert: You are good at encouraging.

Emma: Ehehe…

Emma's face naturally breaks into a smile as she beams with happiness.

Emma: I wonder if one day I'll be like my big brother who is so kind.

Gilbert: I don't think you’ll ever be.

Emma: Eh.

Gilbert: Or rather, don't become like him.

Emma: Why?

Gilbert: Because I want you to stay the way you are.

Gilbert: I think the little rabbit is already more than good enough.

Emma: I don't know….

When I patted her head back, Emma's eyes narrowed pleasantly.

Gilbert: I wanted to thank you for listening to my concerns. Emma, is there anything you want to do?

Emma: Ah, then, just one thing….

Emma: I’d like to play pretend.

Emma: With Gil, big brother Roderich, and big brother Walter…

Emma: We should all play it together!

Gilbert: All right, gladly. What pretend play should we try?

Emma: A hero saving a princess from the big bad demon king.

(Don’t tell me you read those kinds of books. How cute.)

Gilbert: So Emma is the princess, and big brother Walter is the demon king….

Gilbert: How about big brother Roderich should be the demon king's underling while I’m the hero, sounds good?

Emma: Yeah! You've got to come save me, Gil.

Gilbert: Of course.

Emma is really adorable, jumping around like a little rabbit.

(You were exactly the girl I'd imagined, just as I'd heard you would be.)

(I've wanted to meet you. Ever since I was a child….)

When I am infected with evil, I do things that rob others of their smiles.

Even if I met her during our childhood days, nothing would change.

But there is one thing I have gained.

(I’m not going to stop committing evil deeds…)

(When it hurts, pat me on the head.)

I laughed, knowing that the idea itself was evil.

(When I was patted, it became more and more painful….)

(I can feel that there is still a little bit of the old me left.)

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  [Chapter Four: What His Heart Wants ]

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Gabriella smiled happily, as she handed a woman a bracelet that she wanted to buy from the stand. “Here you go, have a nice day.” She said, smiling as she took the change from the woman and placed it inside a box.

Letting out a sigh, she turned towards her little sister who sat there not even paying attention. Her smile faltered, as she looked at her little sister seeing her so upset. She wished, that their mother was still here she’d know what to do and say to help her feel better but she’s gone. Leaving, Gabriella to take care of her little sister even though she was grown she knew that her little sister still needed her. 

“Hey, cheer up.” She said, gently nudging her little sister.

“Just once, forget about him.” She said, trying to make her feel better, but [Y/n] just looked down at her hands. “Listen, I know what it feels like trust me.. It hurts so much,” Gabriella said, placing her hand on [Y/n]’s shoulder, “But as time moves on so do you,” She said, and reached down taking sister’s hand. 

“Now, I forbid you to think of him anymore today. Cause if you do, I won’t make your favorite food for dinner.” She said, causing a smile to grow across, [Y/n]’s lips. “Okay.” She said, looking towards her sister, smiling. 

As time went on the two of you sold more and more bracelets, and everything seemed alright until. [Y/n] looked up seeing, the girl from Eric’s study looking at the bracelets curiously. Picking one up and admiring it in awe, “Pretty isn’t it my sister Y/n, made all these by hand.” Gabriella said, causing her sister to look over at her embarrassed. 

“Sadly, I must’ve lost it during the wreck.” She said, looking at him sadly. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He said, and she shook her head, and looked up at him giving him a warm smile. Gabriella looked between the two, noticing the look of longing in their eyes as they briefly stared at each other. 

‘Just kiss already.’ 

Gabriella refrained from shouting as she looked back towards the girl, only to find that she had wandered off again. "Where'd she go?" she asked, to which Eric looked around and quickly reached into his pocket to pull out change. "It's okay, call it a gift," [Y/n] said, smiling at him. "Are you sure?" he asked, looking at her. She nodded in response.

As Eric went to find Ariel, Gabriella turned towards her sister, who was staring down at her lap, hands gripping her dress. She missed seeing her sister smile and laugh, as her smiles now seemed forced and her laughter hollow. While Eric walked away, he could've sworn he saw a single tear fall from [Y/n]'s eye.

“Okay, thats enough.” Gabriella said, looking over at her sister, “You, need to tell him your feelings.” She said, and [Y/n] looked at her and shook her head, “So what, you’re going to let yourself be miserable the rest of your life?” She asked, and her sister just looked at her confused. 

“Y/n, didn’t you see the way he was looking at you?” She asked, and her sister sighed in annoyance just wanting this day to end. Placing both hands on her shoulders, Gabriella started to shake her, “Listen to me! Stop this sulking nonsense tell him how you feel and if you don’t I swear to god. I’ll never forgive you.” She said, causing her sister to look at her annoyed. 

“Don’t make the same mistake I did.” She said, sadly. [Y/n] looked at her sister and sighed, “Alright.. Fine, I-I’ll tell him tonight.” [Y/n] said, looking at him causing her sister to smile. 

»»———-Later That Night———-««

She looked out at the ocean, hugging her knees to her chest. “What brings you out here?” A voice said, being her causing her to turn around and see Eric. “Thinking.” She said, turning back to look at the ocean once more. “You?” She asked as he sat down beside her, “Same thing.” He said, a smile grew across their lips as they turned to look at each other. 

She gently nudged him, “Well, we shall think together.” She said, and he looked at her. So the two talked about childhood memories on that beach, ones that were both funny and sad. Moments from the past couple of years they’d never forget. 

“Oh, how could I ever forget that.” She laughed, as the two reminisced on younger years long since passed. They stared at each other for a moment; before briefly looking away. “Ah, so favorite memory?” He asked, looking at her and she smiled warmly. 

“My sixteenth birthday, my favorite memory, that day I’d never forget it was the best day of my entire life. Dancing in the marketplace, going on a boat ride, and you giving me the necklace.” She said, looking at him, “Those moments I’ll never forget.” She said, and he smiled looking at her, “Me too.” He said, looking at her and making her heart skip a beat. 

‘Here we go.’ 

Taking a deep breath in as she finally worked up the courage, “Eric,” She said, and sighed looking away for a moment, to calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she fought to get the words out.

“I..have feelings for you.” She said, finally after so long it’s as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

But it wasn’t over yet, “I-I have for a while now, i love how kind and compassionate you’re. I also love your adventurous side and your love for the ocean.” She said, looking down at her hands her face bright red as she waited for him to say something.

 Silence fell around them and she bit her lip nervously, waiting for an answer. “I-I need some time to think,” He said, and she looked up at him. “Um, okay.” She said, standing to her feet, it wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear but it was better than him saying nothing.

 As she said goodbye and walked away, Eric was left alone on the beach lost in thought. He sat there, gazing out at the ocean, trying to process the fact that [Y/n] had just confessed her feelings for him.

This moment was overwhelming for Eric as he had been searching for the mystery girl, Ariel, for days, not realizing that she was right in front of him. On top of that, his best friend [Y/n] now also had feelings for him, which he had assumed were not mutual. Eric felt conflicted and unsure of what to do next. 

Although Eric couldn't deny his feelings for Ariel, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. His connection with Ariel was based on their mutual interests, but his bond with [Y/n] was much deeper, having grown up together and gone on countless voyages.

They explored the sea and discovered new islands together, building a lifetime of memories. Despite his realization that his heart truly yearned for [Y/n], who was currently moving away from him, he didn't hesitate to stand up and follow her.

“Ah, ah Ah, ah Ah, ah” 

Eric followed the voice, for a bit until he stopped by some jagged rocks by the shore. Just as he was about to turn back, he noticed someone in the corner of his eye. Sitting on one of the rocks, in the water, he turned towards her and she turned to look back at him. As they stared at each other, she smiled as a hint of gold glowed in his eyes

#prince eric x reader #prince eric x you #prince eric x y/n #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x you #jonah hauer king x y/n #the little mermaid live action #the little mermaid 2023 #romance #disney #airel #vanessa #disney x reader #live action #halle bailey

[bassettmemes]

YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME. XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL. ↳ a collection of sentences from the Gossip Girl (2007) series.

"I'm not a stop along the way. I'm a destination."

“Three words. Eight letters. Say it and I’m yours.”

“If you’re going to be sad, you might as well be sad in Paris.”

“Once men have tasted caviar, it baffles me how they settle for catfish.”

“Whoever said money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop.”

“We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you is me. There’s nothing you could ever say that would make me let go.”

“You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the crazy bitch around here.”

“Here’s my advice. Have a little faith, and if that doesn’t work, have a lot of mimosas.”

“Don’t go all Notebook on me. Not now. I need you.”

“I have an idea for you: quit. Your boss is a bitch. Let’s go to lunch.”

“Destiny is for losers. It’s just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.”

“We’re not servants to our emotions. We can control them, suppress them, stomp them out like bugs.”

“You need to be cold to be a queen.”

“Don’t let people tell you who you are. You tell them.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“I’ll just stay home, eat lots of gelato, and write about how true love is nothing but a myth.”

“I’d ask you how you are, but I don’t really care.”

“You know my mom: If it’s not broke, break it.”

“There’s something vibrating in your pocket, and I really hope it’s your phone.”

“I hate that stupid headband.”

“I remember everything you’ve read to me. In case you haven’t noticed I don’t really let go of things so easily.”

“I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

“Earn the spotlight on your own merits. You’ll feel better.”

“Even if it’s the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life, it’s my disaster.”

“You are no one until you’re talked about.”

“When Prince Charming found Cinderella’s slipper, they didn’t accuse him of having a foot fetish.”

“I don’t read Gossip Girl. That’s for chicks.”

“So, actually, I’ll be living out my nightmare. Trapped in the city with only you to talk to.”

“She doesn’t know me. Nobody knows me. It’s cool. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, well, your fashion emergency was solved so I figured my work was done.”

“You can’t fight against who you are.”

“You gonna strangle him with your scarf?”

“You don’t just give up because things are hard.”

“You know it’s love when you start talking like an assassin.”

“I just want to be the person you can bring anything to.”

“Affairs with married people, threesomes — it just so happens everyone’s problems are within my area of expertise.”

“I just don’t get it. I organized everything the way she likes it. I mean, I even made sure my bowtie matched her dress.”

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with keeping your options open. I don’t think your parents are going to be mad at you for choosing your own path. Unless… they’re related to my parents.”

“Some might call this a fustercluck. But on the Upper East Side, we call it Sunday afternoon.”

“There’s a weak link in every chain, and it’s just a matter of time before this one snaps.”

“One thing about being on the top of the world? It gives you a long, long way to fall.”

“So we should just be anonymous losers who eat lunch alone and never get invited to parties?”

“Well, keep dreaming. Maybe one day she’ll actually know your name.”

“The sound of your own voice annoying you?”

“Even you should know that jealousy clashes with L.L. Bean pants!”

“I came to tell you in person. You win.”

“The only human contact that you don’t pay for is the people in this house.” 

“That’s not fair. Everyone’s topless on Valentino’s yacht.”

“You know you really put yourself on the radar tonight. Better not make that mistake again or you’ll pay for real.”

 “Don’t look now, but those are the JV mean girls.”

“He gave six girls from Nightingale gonorrhea of the throat last year.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it if it weren’t for your smear campaign against me.”

“If we wanted to have sex, we’d just go to a hotel.”

“You’ve come to my rescue enough times, let me help you for once.”

“I don’t need a guy to make me feel fulfilled, especially when he’s unavailable.”

#sentence prompts #rp meme #rp prompt #rp prompts #writing prompts #sentence starter #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #writing prompt #sentence meme #rp #gossip girl sentence starters #gossip girl ask meme #gossip girl starters #gossip girl rp starters

[writtingsomestuff]

hi love could you maybe write something with jamal musiala x girlfriend reader where she's 2 years older than him and has older male Friends and jamal sees a instagram Story of reader and them at a Club he's so jelous and calls her so many times and comes to take her home with him💃❤

Hello! I wrote the best I could. Hope you enjoy it xx

Cinderella and Prince Charming

Jamal Musiala x fem!reader Warnings: None, I think

He thought that with time he would understand it, accept it and move on, but he did not. You were two years older than him, it was not a lot, to be honest, but he knew that you were more mature and had your ideas ordered in life, not like him. You just finished a degree and planned to study a master on September; You even sent a CV to work in a company specialized on your career, currently waiting for an answer. However, he was a kid in front of the world, even in front of his teammates, but could he blame them? Not really. He played football, yes, and he was living his dream, but football, as F1, or basketball and any sport, the day of tomorrow was uncertain; one day you are at the top of the world, and the next, no one knew about you any more. That was his biggest insecurity, that you were around people similar to you, ordered, mature and responsible, and that if you ever left him for one of your old friends, it could be justified.

He was leaving the locker room, after a tough session with his club, when he heard the notification sound from his phone. The message he didn't want to read appeared before his eyes, “Sorryyy! Tonight I’m going to the club with my uni friends. What about tomorrow evening? Ily x” he asked you to meet after a long time apart from each other; he was travelling and playing the last matches of the Bundesliga, while you were finishing the last exams of the degree, however, you had another plans and he was jealous. Yes, jealous. Not so much about you going to club, that was the least of the matters, he also went to clubs, but jealous of all these college friends, who shared their life ideas with you, hobbies and could actually understand you when you speak about your subjects and exams, something that Jamal could not.

After some hours, he had dinner, played some video games and even started a novel that you left the last time you stayed. He was waiting for a last message from you that could assure him that you were at home, fine and safe. To “kill time”, he entered Instagram, a place where you could spend hours that felt like minutes, just like TikTok or Twitter. He made a mistake; the first user that appeared was yours, he opened the video and there was a video you “re-uploaded”: you were there with your, he would say: "amazing, black dress," and you were smiling next to Robert, one of those uni friends. Robert was tall and had black hair that highlighted his green eyes – he was the one who Jamal hated the most, to be honest. Both of you were laughing out loud about something Mary, at the other said, told you. "That Robert” as he called him sometimes, had his arm around your shoulders, while you drunk from your glass.

It was 2 AM, and he started to assume that he would have to drink three cups of coffee before going to the training session, a heart attack was better than an angry Tuchel. He started to worry as you were never this late from clubbing; you enjoyed it, but you would quickly get out as the environment, the strong smell of alcohol and specially your heels would stress you and send you home in three hours. Jamal started calling you, no answer received.

After 17? 18? or 20? – he lost the counting – calls, he went to his bedroom to get changed. He knew which club you frequented, since he picked you up more than once. On his way, he prayed to God that you would be there, and most importantly, that you would be fine.

He entered the club; the ambient was anxious to him, and he understood why he enjoyed these places only when he was wasted and laughing at any of Müller’s jokes. He quickly localized you and your friends, and he felt relieved when Robert was not here, or that Robert. He called your name and your friends to catch all the group’s attention.

“Jamal!” You shouted as you saw his familiar figure walking towards you, “I am so glad you are here” you hugged him, or rather threw yourself on him

“Oh Lord!” He quickly caught you, “Are you drunk?” A silly question, really, your face said more than enough

“Only a bit” You let out a small laugh

“Alright, now” He held you better, trying to put your arms on his waist and his on your shoulders, but you weren’t helping “y/n please help me, so we can go out, okay?” He pleaded, you nodded, but you didn’t help.

Both of you left that and ambient and you finally smiled when you felt the cool air outside

“You’re my príncipe” You smiled at him

“Príncipe?” He tried to repeat with a Spanish accent

“Maya said it means prince, so you are my prince because you came and saved me from that place”

“Why didn’t you answer? I called you a hundred times” He asked you as you he made your way towards the car

“You did?” You asked confused and took your phone from your purse, “Let me see… oh! It doesn’t work Jamal” You gave him your phone as you pouted

“I think it just doesn’t have battery” He gave you the phone back and smiled as he saw the car closer, but then he heard you sobbing “No y/n! Why are you crying, what happened?”

“My heels are killing me, I might bleed and lose a lot of blood” You let out as he opened the car’s door

“But don’t cry, look we’re here already” He helped you to sit down, “now we remove this heels, and we go home to rest, alright?” He cleaned your tears and left a small kiss in your check, before kneeling in front of you to take off those heels.

“I am Cinderella” You said as he gave you small smile

“I would be your Prince Charming any day”

Once at home, he gave an aspirin and a big glass of water, he changed your clothes to a comfortable big shirt of his that, and a Bayern sweatpants, he may appear murdered in the morning because you were a Borussia Dortmund fan, but he didn’t have anything else.

For Jamal, it was enough that you would spend the night between his arms.

Not Musiala scoring that last minute gol! (imagine the scenario in this context) Not a Bundesliga fan but my heart breaks for Reus.

About F1: Praying for Alonso's 33 and finally!! they are in my city, Sainz and Fernando are home, looking forward for a beautiful race

I hope you guys enjoyed it x. Any comments about my writing are welcome. Thanks for reading! and, btw I couldn't think about a better title.

#football imagine #footballer imagine #football imagines #fem!reader #x reader #football fanfic #jamal musiala #musiala x reader #fc bayer munich #footballer #bvb09 #borussia dortmund #football #fanfic #requests #request #reqs open #imagine #oneshot #fluff #football one shot #football x y/n #bundesliga #footballer imagines #football x reader #footballer x reader #golden boy #jamal x reader #f1

[nightswatchdisbandmentera]

I’m waking up this fine morning to do more Jon Snow posting because I’m lowkey obsessed with him, and I’m thinking about how I actually don’t want him to be the King in the North. Because I think KING OF WINTER is a much more meaningful title.

We’ve had some wonderful meta about how there’s a reversion of the Starks. The Stark kids are getting more in tune with their ancestral heritage as the story goes on. But I think Jon and Bran go even further than the rest. Both actually go way north and establish connections and relationships with groups and concepts that are historically northern. Bran will be the last greenseer and has met the CotF (a bit like the Last Hero, a northern legend). He is also the heir to Winterfell and the North; his official title is Prince of Winterfell. On the other hand, Jon is a strong warg and joins the NW, a historically northern institution; he eventually becomes it’s lord commander. He also establishes a relationship with the Wildlings (a northern ethnic group) to the extent that by ADWD, he’s the king beyond the wall in all but name. AND he’s also heir to Winterfell and the North (per the provisions of Robb’s Will).

Like ok, Jon is being positioned to have a key role in a mythical war against ice demons from the North! Again, his connections to the North and northern mythology are going crazy. Given how important this coming war is, I don’t think KiTN title does the job.

I’m thinking of the history behind the title King of Winter. So the Starks held this title for millennia but at some point decided to go by Kings in the North. I’m not too sure about when they made this change. The wiki is a little unclear. Did they always have the KiTN title as well or is that something they switched to as time went on?

My head cannon is them going by the KiTN title is actually a mistake on the Stark kings’ part. I think the first King of Winter, Bran the Builder, had a part to play in the original Long Night (maybe he was even the Last Hero). So after he built the Wall, presumably helped established the NW, and built Winterfell (the place where Winter fell!!), he installed himself as the King of Winter to assert his dominion. Then he made his house words “winter is coming” so that his descendants who would also be kings of winter would look at the house words and remember their title. It’s not just a weather forecast but a reminder, “hey kids, winter is coming so you must be prepared to defeat it as I once did!”

But then at some point, subsequent kings forgot the true meaning of the house words and their royal title. So by the time Westeros is united under Aegon I, they had switched to the much lamer Kings in the North.

But now the ice demons are back again! Can the Starks really continue to go by a title that doesn’t represent the truth of their origin? I don’t think so. They’re already going back in a sense. Robb started it after he was crowned King in the North, but I think they need to go even further back; btw Robb’s crown is the crown of the kings of winter. The remaining Starks (but more specifically Jon and Bran) have to remember that they are kings of winter. Kings who rule in the winter, kings who ruled the winter.

Given that Jon is heir to Winterfell, then he’s kinda also heir to Wintefell’s legacy. Specifically the legacy that has to do with the Long Night. It looks like a new age of heroes is upon us so Jon needs a title that actually denotes his special status. Bran too! Both of them are actually at the forefront of this fight. They’re the front line. So with their ancestor beating back winter and becoming its overlord, Bran and Jon will have to take up this new mantle and do the damn thing all over again. I don’t think it’s by mistake that both seem to have connections to the legend of the Last Hero. Bran’s are a bit stronger but we cannot discount Jon.

So we have two winter kings; one connected to spring and the other connected to summer. Both are connected to death and rebirth, and prosperity after rebirth. Both are carrying House Stark’s magical legacy in different ways that are complimentary. BTW someone needs to write something on how Jon and Bran are so deeply connected on a mythological level. Because the parallels are driving me insane!

So my point is that I hope Jon doesn’t go by the King in the North title. I much prefer King of Winter because it’s more in line with his role as a magical being; he is a magical heir. King of Winter is a magical title. Also the cool factor is just that much bigger. Imagine people saying “winter is coming” in relation to the king of winter?! And they’re saying this during an actual winter?! One that apparently decimates entire generations?!

Like Jon SNOW (!!) king of winter -> Winter is coming -> Jon Snow is a play on Jack Frost -> Jack Frost is known as Old Man Winter or the Spirit of Winter. But the difference with Jon is that he’s got that fire in him as well. He’s an entirely different beast. God I need to go sleep!! Idk what I’m saying anymore…..

TL;DR

Broke: Jon is the King in the North

Woke: Jon is the King of Winter! It’s a mythical title meant to be borne in a mythical war. Winter means death, and snow means death as well. But Jon isn’t Winter’s king because he is an agent of death. No! He is Winter’s king because is the overlord. He died, but was resurrected! He cheated death and so death has no power over him or his kingdom. Death is in subjugation to him! And because death is subjugated, then Winter must bend the knee! With Jon, it’s never about death but about rebirth!! Jon is made anew and his lands are as well! Jon is the King of Winter who brings about the spring! Praise be to our lord and savior!

#jon snow #asoiaf #bran stark #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #winterfell #king of winter #did somebody say ✨Jesus ✨ #It’s me 🤭 #I’m somebody 😏 #I’m back on my Jon Snow is Jesus agenda #Jon Snow died for our sins #Y’all better recognize #KiTN truthers I hear you #But have you considered that it’s a lame title? #let’s try to be cool for once yeah #my stuff

[tanmono]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER FOUR.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

As Prince Chevalier's secret spy, I would like to get as much information as possible about Prince Gilbert.

It was precisely because I had such a sense of mission that I was able to remain calm even after being captured in this mess.

Gilbert: ..... Heh. That made me so happy, I'll tell you one thing about me.

Prince Gilbert holds me close but the way he’s grasp was not too strong.

I felt cold temperatures all over my body and a chill ran down to my spine.

Emma: What is it?

Gilbert: I'm actually—

Gilbert: Cold.

(……)

Emma: ...I know.

Gilbert: Here's the thing.

He’s holding me as if i’m sort of stuffed animal, and it's making me hard to breathe.

Gilbert: I'm cold, so I need to feel the warmth of others all the time.

(…..I see…..)

(This information…….doesn't seem to be of any use.)

But I think I may have just solved the mystery of Prince Gilbert's unusual close distance.

Gilbert: I like you, little rabbit, because you're warm.

Emma: …..Instead of holding me, why don't you wear something warm?

Gilbert: Is it really that bad?

Emma: Better than being misunderstood.

If a man and a woman are embracing each other, the people around will assume that they are in a relationship of that kind.

Even though he is a guest of honor, this is unacceptable.

I tried to slip out of his arms, but he only held me with such force that I feel my bones had creaked.

Gilbert: I don't mind being misunderstood.

Emma: I don’t like it…..ugh, it hurts!

Gilbert: Ah, sorry. It's hard to control my strength.

As he released me easily, i let out a deep breath of relief.

But he immediately held my hand and looked over my shoulder.

Emma: Please let go of me.

Gilbert: How can you say that to the guest of honor?

Emma: I don't want to put up with anything just because you are a royal.

Gilbert: Haha, you're so cheeky.

Gilbert: But I like that about you.

He doesn't seem to be offended. Rather, he’s having fun.

Gilbert: Hehe... once you get used to it, you'll probably not feel anything.

Gilbert: By that time, it'll be too late, right?

After finishing their business at the orphanage, Leon and Yves dropped their smiles as soon as they got into the carriage.

Emma: Did something happened?

(As far as I can tell, it seems everything is running fine.....)

All of the children who played together seemed happy.

Leon, however, who was sitting from across looks bitter.

Leon: There is no problem with the management itself and it didn't seem like the children were being treated unfairly here either.

Yves: This place is their salvation, it seems that the children are to be raised carefully until the day they leave the orphanage.

(The way you put it....)

Emma: After leaving the orphanage—

Gilbert: They’re going to be a business tool for perverted nobles of bad taste, right?

Emma: ....What do you mean?

Prince Gilbert smiled but it didn’t reached his eyes at all.

Gilbert: Orphans don't have a family register, so they're perfect for doing tough jobs.

Gilbert: But slavery was abolished in Rhodolite a long time ago, so it takes a bit of time to get them to work.

Gilbert: The fact that they are moving in the domestic affairs factor means some nobles are using their power to buy up the children....

Gilbert: It also means there is a high possibility that they are doing business. After all, isn't there a suspicion of human trafficking?

(!?)

Leon: You have a keen eye, huh?

Gilbert: It happens a lot at my country, too.

(.....Unbelievable.)

All the children I met at the orphanage had beautiful smiles on their faces.

I don't want to think there will be such a harsh future that their smile can get shattered.

Leon: I looked at the list of foster parents of the children in the orphanage, and most of them were probably fictitious.

Leon: The only way to prove the falsity of the list is to find the children who have been placed in foster care.

Emma: How?

Yves: It's obvious.

Yves clenches his fists tightly on her lap and opens his mouth with a stern look.

Yves: We're going to see the root of all evil.

(….. This is troubling.)

Together, with the princes and the knights, we entered the baron’s mansion — Leon and Yves were so convinced that they sent the knights and soldiers to search around, despite the baron's confusion.

Leon: Julius, how did it go?

Julius: We found children being locked up in the basement.

(They really found them!)

The Baron's complexion turned pale when Julius — one of the soldiers from the internal affairs group reported the incident.

Leon: Check if it matches the list.

Julius' eyes widen at the documents Leon handed him.

Julius: Did you steal it from the orphanage?

Leon: Don’t get the wrong idea, I only borrowed it.

Julius: As expected of Prince Leon.

Leon: Thank you. Don't let anyone involved escape. Capture them all.

Julius: Yes, sir.

As he was about to leave, Julius looked at Prince Gilbert, who was standing in the corner of the room.

(…..?)

It was just a moment, but it's not hostility... it’s more rather than an awe.

(I wonder what it was just now.)

Gilbert: ...... You keep some interesting stuff.

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: Oh, no, it's nothing.

Gilbert: The show is about to begin, so you need to focus on that.

(......I'm curious, but let's just keep it in mind for now.)

A short distance away from us, Yves was resolutely confronting the Baron.

Yves: Well, do you have any explanation for this?

Yves: About why are all these orphaned children gathered here in this mansion?

Baron: ………..

(But how did they know the baron was involved in this?)

Gilbert: It must be from an internal report.

Prince Gilbert whispered in a hushed voice.

Emma: Do you mean that someone informed the castle about the baron's wrongdoing?

Gilbert: Yes. They sent an external investigation spy to the prince's departure directly.

Gilbert: Taking the documents out from the orphanage and destroy the evidence to question the injustice of the baron.

(This proves that the princes of the domestic faction are listening to the voice of the people.)

Gilbert: But nobles are creatures that likes doing bad stuff.

Gilbert: Little rabbit, if you don’t want to die — then don’t leave by my side

Emma: What do you me—

The answer to the question did not need to be asked.

When the baron rings the bell on his desk, the armed men into the guest room and raised their weapons in unison.

(Talk about bad luck here!)

Leon: Guards….?

Yves: No, it looks like a mix of amateurs.

Leon: Right. The fact that they know they're royalty and are willing to pick a fight, I'd say they're a radical group of anti-monarchists.

(Anti-Monarchist?)

Baron: It's not that we haven't considered the possibility of you coming to investigate at all.

Baron: Well then, if you’ll excuse me.

(What, you're going to run away!?)

The armed men block our way as if to protect the baron who turned his heels.

The knights and soldiers have been sent to search the mansion and only Leon, Yves, Prince Gilbert and I are here.

(But these men focus only on Leon and Yves.)

Because Prince Gilbert and I aren’t important in the first place, that’s why there were no weapons aimed at us.

Gilbert: What shall we do, little rabbit?

Even in the face of the tense situation, Prince Gilbert never fails to smile.

Gilbert: There doesn't seem to be anything you can do.

Emma: No, I'm going after the Baron!

Leon and Yves draw their swords and engaged the battle.

The soldiers and knights must be in a similar situation, as we can hear the sounds of conflicts from outside the room.

(If i stayed like this, I'll miss the baron!)

My feet are moving before I can think — but he grabbed my hand forcefully.

Emma: Prince Gilbert!

Gilbert: You’re a fool.

A single unrelenting word like a dash of cold water brought me back to myself.

Gilbert: There's no way you can catch up with him.

Emma: But—

Gilbert: I hate to run in vain.

(……I think what Prince Gilbert meant is we can’t catch him blindly.)

(But if we sit here and watch the process with bated breath, we will miss the criminal.)

Emma: I'll go ahead and ambush him.

Gilbert: Can you do that?

Emma: Well… it’s a worth shot.

Gilbert: Thinking ahead will surely lead to failure.

Emma: ……..

Prince Gilbert’s brisk smile was out of place and he turned his back.

It's not like he can just take a leisurely stroll and proceed to the doorway and no one will pay him any mind.

It was because the armed men were being pushed by Leon and Yves.

Gilbert: Oh, you’re not planning to follow me?

Emma: ....Where are you going?

Gilbert: You're the one who said to get ahead.

Emma: ….You’ll help me?

Gilbert: Yeah. Because helping you is my job today.

Gilbert: I have to be useful at least a little bit.

(I wonder if I can trust him.)

(... No, now is not the time to dawdle.)

Despite being anxious, I hurriedly followed him from behind.

Leon: Emma!

Emma: It's okay, I'll buy you some time!

Leon: ......All right, but don't be reckless. I'll be right after you!

I nodded to reassure Leon and left the room.....

(I was really able to get ahead of myself.)

As if he knew the entire structure of the mansion, Prince Gilbert blocked the narrow corridor.

The appearance of the baron who appeared a few minutes later made me feel the same excitement as when I saw the magic tricks.

(Not only you had a perfect understanding of the structure of the mansion for the first time but you also were able to read baron’s movement?)

This person's potential was unfathomable, Prince Gilbert grabbed his hand.

Baron: What the hell? Why are you guys here!?

Gilbert: The little rabbit wants to talk to you.

(….i don't have time to stand there.)

I went in front of Prince Gilbert and faced the Baron who tries to struggle.

(Have a proper conversation to buy some time.)

Emma: Why are you doing such terrible things to children?

I wasn't sure if I could get an answer to my question, but fortunately the baron stopped in his tracks.

Baron: ....Terrible? I was just doing my business.

Baron: Rather, they should be grateful for being given food, clothing and shelter.

Baron: Because I'm giving value to those orphans who have nowhere else to go.

Emma: …..That value doesn't seem like a good one.

(I can only imagine how they handled the children if they were found in the dungeons.)

Baron: What's wrong with that? The value is determined not only by people but also by birth.

Baron: You know we will never be on the same level as them who live in the bottom of the ditch, right?

Baron: I am in a way a benevolent being for giving them a use for which they have no status.

(...Are you serious?)

Emma: Did the children ever laughed or smiled once in this mansion?

Baron: If you have a child like that, you have to educate them. It's a noble's duty to let them know their place.

(I know everyone has different values, but ..... but this person's way of thinking is fundamentally incompatible.)

The more words we exchange, the more discomfort fills my heart.

I didn't feel like I could compromise, and the wall of entrenched values seemed unlikely to crumble no matter how much I punched it.

Emma: ....Crime is a crime.

Emma: What you did is against the law of Rhodolite, so don't run away and surrender yourself.

Baron: I don't know who you are, but don't tell me what to do.

Baron: It's time for you to get out of the way.

Emma: ......I refuse.

Baron: Well then, it can't be helped.

The baron pulls out his sword and closes the distance with me with a sign of violence.

(What should I do? He’s aiming his sword at me—)

Gilbert: Hey, who gave you the permission to touch little rabbit?

(…Ah…)

Before the sword reaches me, a jet-black cane thrusted into the baron's chest.

The moment I saw Prince Gilbert stomping his crumpled body on the floor and laughing so horribly beautifully.

What came over me was a nauseating chill.

(...I wonder why. Even though I'm not being stepped on... it sure is painful.)

The air changes completely.

As if this place belongs to none other than the war of trampling himself.

Gilbert: You can’t touch her because she is my prey.

Gilbert: I don't recall allowing anyone other than me to hurt her.

(...What's that?)

I have something to say, but I can’t make a voice.

Without "Prince Gilbert's permission", it's difficult to even lift a single finger.

Gilbert: "The ones with status have the right to do what they want with those below them."

Gilbert: That's what you were saying, right?

Baron: Ah……. ha...

Gilbert: Hmm, what? You look somewhat dissatisfied, but it can't be helped.

Gilbert: Because just as you mistreated orphans without a backer, I have the right to mistreat you too.

Gilbert: I am royalty and you are a third-class nobleman. I need to tell you the difference in status....... yes?

(.....Prince Gilbert seems to be angry....)

Something catches my eyes, but the overwhelming air, even the presence of blood disturbs my thoughts.

The Baron, who was under the pressure of the beast was about to open his weak eyes.

Gilbert: What should I do, little rabbit? Kill him?

(…..What?)

It was as easy as saying, "let's eat sweets together." and Prince’s Gilbert's smile did not waver, which made it even more terrifying.

Emma: Don’t do that!

Gilbert: Why?

Emma: Because... no one has the right to kill people. // Because…. killing won’t solve everything.

Emma: This man should be judged by the law.

Gilbert: Rhodolite are so troublesome.

Emma: …….Is it different in Obsidian?

Gilbert: Yeah. Because I'm the law.

Emma: Prince Gilbert is......the law?

Gilbert: Yes, the orders of the royal family are absolute.

Gilbert: Let’s say I’m going to kill you, then killing you is justice and the lawful way to punish you.

(…..This is so messed up.)

The breath I exhaled was trembling.

Gilbert: Good for you, since we’re at Rhodolite, I’ve spared his life.

Gilbert: He would be dead for good if he was at Obsidian.

Gilbert: We don't need any wicked nobles defiling the innocence of children, do we?

The baron had already passed out.

It is unusual to see a man who has not only been violently attacked to the point of flying unconscious, but who controls the place with only his killing power.

His red eye held no emotion — it is as cold as his body temperature.

(Not the way he looks at people.)

Emma: You’re not any different from the Baron.

Emma: You think "The ones with status have the right to do what they want with those below them."

Gilbert: Hmm….. that's what the "royal family" is like.

(I...I didn't understand for a long time.)

Except for the fact he is the Prince of disaster. Many feared Prince Gilbert for a reason…

Where does this instinctive alertness come from?

The answer is now right in front of us.

Emma: In your eyes…

Emma: You don’t see humans as people….

Gilbert: ……..

(Just as I thought, there is no humanity in Prince Gilbert’s heart.)

(That's why he can "kill" and be kind to the children in the same way.)

Since he is not dealing with people, there is no need to consider it.

Even for me, whether he hates it or fears it, Prince Gilbert pushes through with his will.

(It's not "like" the real thing.)

(....... He’s like a beast wearing human skin.)

Gilbert: Hehe, do you despise me?

Emma: ……….

Gilbert: I don't care what you think of me, though.

As if he had lost interest, he steps away from the baron and returned.

His cane tilted up my chin — allowing my gaze with red eye.

Gilbert: I hate people.

Gilbert: Generally, I don't like anyone so you better be careful.

Gilbert: I could kill you next with a smile on my face, you know?

Emma: ………

(…..If I make a mistake—)

The baron rolling on the floor overlaps with my future appearance.

A fear that was unparalleled to the time when the baron almost attacked me.

Emma: And this is what it happened today.

Chevalier: ……..

That night, as soon as I returned to the castle, I hurried to Prince Chevalier.

The case of human trafficking in collusion between the orphans and the barons has been successfully resolved, but—

My heart was covered with cloudy weather, and it kept raining so much that I almost drowned.

Chevalier: That's a very apt description of the world without people in it.

Sitting on a chair, Chevalier drops his words without looking away from his book.

Chevalier: Do you know what Obsidian is also known as?

Emma: Um…….military and iron ore?

Chevalier: No......A country of deception and corruption.

Chevalier: Every country has its share of power-hungry fools, and Obsidian is no exception.

Chevalier: Corruption and lying are a daily occurrence, if you're from the royal family of a country, it's easy to imagine.

Emma: ……It's not a very nice country, huh.

Chevalier: It's just rumors.

Chevalier: The actual core of the story is not clear. Obsidian is also a country with strict informations control.

Emma: ……..

Chevalier: You seem dissatisfied, aren’t you?

Emma: No….

(I understand that Prince Gilbert must have his own circumstances.)

If you are the ruler of a country of deceit and corruption, it may be difficult to see people as people.

(Still, I just can't accept it.)

(......A prince who don’t love anyone doesn't sound very nice.)

Chevalier: I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

Emma: How did you know what I was thinking?

Chevalier: It's in your face.

(Well, I guess...)

He laughed at me through his nose.

Chevalier: Sometimes rulers need to cut down on their human heart.

Chevalier: I suppose that's just buying the ideal figure as a champion.

Emma: So, Prince Chevalier affirms….the way Prince Gilbert is.

Chevalier: It's not the same as affirmation. It means I understand.

Chevalier: After all, "if it's just that you don't see humans as people for the most part", then you're no different, aren't you?

Emma: No different….?

Chevalier: I don't see the eye patch as a person.

(…..Ah.)

Chevalier: By nature, we are not afraid of "people."

Chevalier: To you, it has been a beast from the beginning, not a person.

Chevalier: By recognizing this, you are protecting yourself. Are you saying it's wrong that way?

(….. I couldn't say anything about people.)

While I condemn people for not seeing them as people, I myself treat Prince Gilbert that way.

The moment I realized, I felt a pain as if the thorns of a rose were twining around my heart.

Emma: ..... I've made a grave mistake.

Chevalier: You're dealing with the other guy.

Emma: But..... What did Prince Gilbert think?

(I know I'm the one who needs to be vigilant.)

(......But that's not what this is about.)

Even today, Prince Gilbert has helped me.

If it weren't for his, I would have been badly wounded by now.

I might also have missed the baron in the first place.

(And yet, I haven't even thanked him.)

(….I’m the worst.)

Chevalier: There's no need to feel guilty.

Chevalier: It would be useless to say that.

Prince Chevalier, having closed his book, then he stands up and poked his finger on my forehead.

Emma: …It hurts.

Chevalier: …….

Chevalier: You can use the kitchen as you like. The expenses of the materials should be paid to the foreign government as entertainment fees.

(….. how far does Prince Chevalier knows?)

He laughed through his nose again as he placed the book on the shelf.

Chevalier: Even so...I don't think "hate" is the word of someone who hates deception.

Emma: Eh…

Chevalier: ……..

(...... I wonder what it means.)

Prince Chevalier uttered no further words.

I bowed and left the library before the night was over.

Gilbert:.... I never thought little rabbit would come to visit me in the middle of the night.

Gilbert: Night crawls, perhaps?

Emma: No.

Emma: May I have a moment of your time?

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[minaramen]

Idol Star 2023 - Prince Stage: Touma Inumaru

[Disclaimer: I’m NOT a professional translator. I’m using my knowledge from 4 years of university. Please, feel free to let me know if you notice  mistranslation/typo/error of any kind]      

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Touma: Hey!

Touma: So we're gonna meet at 12 today, right?

Minami: 

Minami: Aren't you confusing me with somebody else?

Touma: Mh?

Touma: Did I message the wrong person?

Minami: Who knows. I'm me.

Touma: I double checked the icon AND the home screen! I'm not wrong!

Touma: You’re my fellow ŹOOĻ member Natsume Minami, aren't you!?

Minami: Yes. I'm the versatile Natsume Minami: both your friend from ŹOOĻ and composer 

Touma: That’s enough, thank you, I didn't need so many details!

Touma: Being hacked on SNS is possible, y'know, and I was panicking that I had messaged the wrong person!

Minami: You were just in too much of a hurry, I think

Touma: 

Touma: We were supposed to go out for a meal today, right? 

Minami: Actually, no

Minami: I don’t know whether you’re mistaking me for somebody else, but I suppose things work differently for those who keep many people around 

Touma: Wait, I’ve never had many people around, actually! We decided to go to the diner together, didn’t we? The one where they make delicious stamina rice bowls! 

Minami: Are you possibly referring to the plans we had for tomorrow? 

Touma: Uh

Touma: Are you for real 

Touma: I'm sure it was today..

Minami: I thought we were supposed to go tomorrow after you finish filming for Idol Star 

Touma: Ah, yes, yes... you're right. I totally blew it 

Touma: Today they give you an extra fried chicken portion for free, I thought you'd be happy to go...

Minami: In other words since you knew I'd been happy to go you got over excited and made the mistake 

Touma: Uh?

Minami: What happened, then?

Touma: No, I mean, that's probably how it went 

Touma: I'm sorry Mina. I'll ask somebody else!

Minami: Wait. Don't give me the "that's probably how it went" speech. Explain to me exactly what happened 

Touma: Uh? Well...

Touma: I was like "Oh, cool, today they give an extra fried chicken portion for free! Mina will be over the moon with joy!"; I got over excited and somehow made a mess with the day

Minami: I see. I understand now 

Minami: Who are you going to invite?

Touma: Ah, it's a guy you don't know, Mina! A friend from my hometown 

Minami: But I'm your friend as well, right?

Touma: 

Touma: It’s pretty embarrassing to talk about that directly, but yeah, you definitely are! What about it? 

Minami: Nothing

Minami: Where are you now?

Touma: I've just finished the recordings, so I'm still at the studio!

Minami: It’s perfect, then. I happened to work close to there today, so let’s meet somewhere and go 

Touma: Really?? Is it okay with you??

Touma: Let’s go together!! Fried chicken is delicious, so I wanted you to eat lots of it!

Touma: Wow, I feel so happy! Thank you, Mina! It was sudden but you're still coming!

Minami: 

Minami: By the way, is it okay with you if I ask Isumi san as well? Apparently, he's nearby as well 

Minami: 

Touma: Ooh! Great! I'm gonna ask Tora, then! Apparently he got into restaurants' daily specials, lately

Minami: I'll go and meet Isumi san first, then 

Touma: Mina!

Touma: We're still having the meal together tomorrow, right?

Minami: That’s the plan, yes. Are you busy?

Touma: No, I was just wondering if it was fine with you to go eat with me for two days in a row 

Minami: If you don't mind...

Touma: Thank you!! Of course I don’t mind, I'm super happy! Watching you eat is quite a thing, Mina, I have so much fun every time 😄

Minami: I’m glad to hear that. What do you think about a change of plans tomorrow? I'd like to take you to a restaurant I really like

Minami: You can eat delicious meat for one coin

Touma: Meat? Amazing! If you're a regular customer, Mina, it must be delicious 🤤

Touma: Since we're all working at the same location tomorrow, let's ask Haru and Tora as well

Minami: Yes

Touma: Okay, once Tora answers back I'll let you know the meeting place 

Touma: 

Minami: 

The end

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[gojonanami]

lmaooo I’m starting to feel bad for prof geto — also it’s funny because there was so many people who were just doubled down on prof geto and now everyone is like yuta 💕🥹 which I’m glad for!! lmao you make fair points — I mean the point is for it to be a mistake! But it’s also understandable to try something even if it doesn’t ultimately work out — because you really don’t know until you try. he also has a lot more work because the last dept head fucked things up but honestly poor yuta is caught in the crossfire of this situation — he will have his own happy ending though 🥹💕

Look, I want to defend Professor Geto.

I think Professor Geto's actions make sense. They do. And I think this chapter prevents Professor Geto from turning into a Gary Stu.

It's hard to maintain a long-term relationship, and it is not the same as having a relationship in person. It is not. Having a video call with someone over dinner is not the same thing as seeing them in person. There is a reason why the people you're closest to physically and geographically end up being your closest friends. For instance, one of my friends from school who I was not that close to but still friends with ended up becoming one of my best friends because we attended the same university. And another friend of mine I now barely talk to because we live continents and time zones away and because the rhythms of our lives are so different and we are now out of sync. It didn't happen because I didn't want to be friends with her, but simply because ten to fifteen minute calls could never equate to meeting up with someone in person every day and sending hours talking to them or just being in their presence. I am getting off track now, I know, but the point still stands: given that long-term relationships are not the same thing as having a relationship in person, and given that you love that person and want them to experience the maximum amount of happiness possible, if it comes at the cost of your own unhappiness, does that not make sense?

Yuta is a new character that we don't have an established relationship with. Fine, he is nice, I will concede. And he is nice to her. But to play the devil's advocate, he seizes upon the opportunity of her having a long-distance relationship with her boyfriend. He pays attention to her phone calls, subtly presses her about her boyfriend, and positions himself in her life in such a way as to function as a quasi-replacement for her boyfriend. For her birthday, he does not offer to throw her a birthday party with the Student Committee or ask her about her family or her friends. Instead, he wants her to spend the day with him and with him only, and while that is not strictly stated, such a reading can still be read into and made (I don't have the time to isolate sections of the text currently).

Coming back to Professor Geto, though. Professor Geto is young, smart, accomplished, and handsome, with phenomenal career growth. Despite his young age, he is successful. He is influential. He has published countless articles and books, given lectures, travelled to conferences and other universities, and functioned as a poster boy for both the university he was employed at and for the field of ethics at large, which is in desperate need of such poster boys to attract interest and even students. While it is not explicitly stated (perhaps for reasons of my selfishness), I am assuming that he works at a very, very good university, too. He is a fantastic man! A Prince Charming embodied and reinvented for our age and for the female gaze. Now, for such a character to exist, he has to have at least some flaws, no? And procrastination is believable. Look, I am using the term procrastination because, in his behaviour, I can recognise a pattern that is manifest in me and some of the people around me. Social relationships are tough to maintain sometimes, even with the people you love more than anything, and work is often all-consuming (especially for someone like Professor Geto). Sometimes, stress eats away at you and worms into your mind, and you feel an urge to delay, procrastinate, focus on something else, stare, and debate, and this just causes more and more time to pass. Once a specific socially accepted passage of time for replying has passed, you almost feel like you can't send a message at that point, as you've been an utter imbecile for failing to do so beforehand. And if you're working in the field of ethics, it may bring with it a certain sense of indecisiveness (or, perhaps, it attracts personalities who tend to overthink – a double-edged sword of sorts). What is the best outcome in a situation that does not favour you? What do you owe to yourself and to others? Is what you owe yourself more important than what you owe others? What does it mean to have a happy life? Is having a successful career more rewarding than having a successful relationship? Is it fair to calculate the chance that if one is an attractive character with an amiable character, they will be able to find a sustaining relationship for them later down the line, while in the world of work, age does play a part and employers spend time looking at employment history and any potential gaps? Adding to that, is there a point in snatching career opportunities, and should they come at the cost of personal happiness? And speaking from personal experience, sometimes, it feels like delaying, and not sleeping to the point of utter exhaustion will alleviate the situation as it reduces you to a state of numbness. If you're a perfectionist, too, crafting the perfect response or apology can be a horribly difficult task, and while I am lucky that my sister entertains my twenty messages of 'Does this email sound okay?' Not everyone has that, and unfortunately, as you age, due to social perceptions/constructions/deviations in schedules/etc., you find yourself having less and less people to whom you can write fifty messages regarding a situation like 'Did I misunderstand this message?' or 'If she just replied using an emoji, does that mean that she doesn't like me as much as a friend anymore?'

I think the way Professor Geto acted makes sense. Just because he thought that he was behaving according to a mindset wherein he prioritised the future and the minimisation of pain for his partner does not necessarily equate to him being a bad partner.

And the infatuation with Yuta is, in part, due to: 1) recency bias; 2) the fact that we haven't seen as much of his character, psychology, or weaknesses (which is fine; he's a side character; not every character in a series, novel, or whatever will get the same treatment); and 3) his presentation and manifestation of the self in the world in which he manufactures an image of himself that is favourable in part to curry favour with the woman he is attracted to.

I would just like to add that I do not think that Yuta is a 'bad guy'. I just think that his character can be read in more complex ways, as can Professor Geto's.

I firmly believe that with the way in which this series is unfolding, an ending wherein Professor Geto gets back together with his girl narratively makes sense.

Also, other points to consider are: 1) She sought out Yuta's presence as a replacement for Professor Geto, and in her mind, considering the connection and sheer attraction that she harbours for Professor Geto, Yuta will inevitably be compared to Professor Geto in almost every way; 2) Relationships manifest in different ways, and in the case of our protagonist, in my reading of her, for her, it is not just the spiritual, soulmate-like, friendship-level connection that is important, but also the element of intense attraction, too. She did not feel that with Yuta. She did not feel this overwhelming, intense, possessing, all-consuming, delightful, and powerful connection, attraction, and pull towards Yuta. Rather, it was a feeling of comfort and, in some sense, convenience, a recognition of him harbouring affections towards her and that being a convenient outlet for distracting herself from her lingering (and still very powerful) feelings for Professor Geto. As a reference, I would like to draw attention to the beginning of the chapter, when she is trying to find a way of occupying herself by joining the Student Union; her entering a relationship with Yuta could be considered in a similar light.

Overall, then, I would like to strongly emphasise that there is a strong case to be made for the overseeing of narrative progression in such a way that it guarantees Professor Geto reuniting with his girl.

okay this is amazing and I have no notes 💯

I really did have this chapter to prevent prof geto from becoming too perfect — he needs to make mistakes and he needs to have flaws, otherwise he’s just too good and no one is like that.

yuta truly does have reader’s best interests at heart — but is he taking advantage? A little bit — he is putting himself there in a position where he and reader could be taken advantage of by the other. but we’ll see that all unfold in part five.

narratively, it is correct that reader and prof geto end up together and they are supposed to!! that’s the point. this is a period for them to realize what their lives are like without the other after experiencing what is it like to be together 🥹💕

#sab [asks] #sab [anons] #sab series [prof suguru]

[linaisfunny]

SAD HEADCANONS FOR SIREN BECAUSE I LOVE MY CHAT AND WAS TARGETED

1#. Due to the God mouth, It’s harder for Siren to differentiate between reality and his own mind. He’ll debate with himself for hours if some stuff that’s happened to him was, “really real.”

He’ll fall into rabbit holes of wondering if anything that happened was actually true, or did he even get out of the God’s mouth? Is this some hallucination? Is he real?

Usually, the only way to calm him down form these is talking to others. It grounds him and makes him focus on the conversation rather then his failing mind.

(Sometimes when it’s really bad, it’s him who feels like the phantom among real, living people.)

2#. He has to remind himself that he’s not a Prince anymore and doesn’t have to be, “Perfect.” Doesn’t have to smile a certain way or act a certain way. Sometimes, though. Sometimes, once he makes even the smallest mistake in his appearance or speech or even tone, he freezes. He made a mistake, he’s not supposed to make mistakes, he can’t make mistakes, he’s supposed to be perfect, he’s supposed to be the perfect Prince-

Sometimes. Sometimes. Siren gets a little frustrated when he makes a mistake. He has to be perfect, anyone would. Of course, perfect people don’t get frustrated, do they?

3#. Toxic positivity. Even to the point of insanity; Siren will find away to make himself the joke. His feelings and thoughts unserious and unimportant. Everything always just one big joke. Never to others, but always to himself. Never wants to ruin a mood, ya know? He’s fine, his arm could be cut off but, “Oh, no! Yeah, I’m fine. Totally! Just a scratch, don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It’s fine. I’m fine and everything is fine.”

Everything is always fine. He’s always happy and everything is always fine.

“If you’re not joking, why even speak in the first place? If you’re not smiling, what’s the point of showing your face at all?”

5#. Insomnia. His head keeps him up for hours. Constantly just going; like he’s running from something and just has to stay up. He’ll just wonder around or do something; seeing, reading, writing, drawing, crying. If he breaks in the night it doesn’t count. It never counts. He’s hidden by the twilight; nobody can see and nobody can hear. It’s only him and his shame. The daytime is showtime but the night is his backstage.

It’s okay to cry when there’s no mood to ruin or people to piss off. You just gotta look presentable in the morning. What a sad little jester.

7#. He’s scared of the dark. Siren has told nobody about it; they’ll laugh. He knows they will. (Even he can’t take himself seriously) but…God. He hates the dark. It makes him feel watched. Like there’s people surrounding him; just around the corner. Something following him. But thats childish. So he doesn’t tell anyone.

8#. He’s very sensitive to how people perceive him. He’s terrified that people will see right through him, that they already do. That they see the sad little boy he really is. But, what Siren doesn’t know is, they don’t.

The only reason Kappa noticed in the comics is because he was caught at a bad moment (in the night) he played it off well though. He’s horribly depressed and jaded and nobody has the even the slightest idea.

Siren thinks everyone can see through him; everyone else thinks they do and see a funny, genuine man. They don’t.

9#. He likes being angry. Just a little bit. He spent his entire life in a castle. Trapped. Left to his own devices as the people around him died(he feels like he died with them) alone. The days blurred, the months went hazy and the years fell through his fingers like sand. Then, he was angry. So devastatingly angry. Beyond furious. At his own mother. Then finally, it was almost like a new side of him was unlocked. He was someone bitter, mean, passionate, loud, jaded, violent, someone angry. Someone alive!

That anger, that betrayal; it breathed life into him. Melted his icy world and then set it on fire. Boiled his blood, restarted his heart, made his muscles shriek. He could feel his heart beat and lungs breathe for the first time in his life. He was alive! He was alive! He was alive!

And then he swallowed down his fury and never touched it again. Never showed it. He was alive; then he stopped his own heart. Sometimes though; in the darkest of nights, he breaths once more.

(It’s not enough, it’s never enough, but showtime is soon.)

10#. He hates himself. Siren truly cannot stand himself. He wants to crawl out of his own skin. Wish that he was never born the way he was. Himself.

But that doesn’t matter. Because he’s fine. And he’s happy! And funny! So it doesn’t matter and everything is fine.

Everything is just great,

Everything is just fine.

HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT THIS ONE CHAT??? SMASH OR PASS?? CRINGE EDGELORD OR BOMB?



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Looks like Rachel Zegler is biting the hand that feeds her…. or should I say apple?!?

I want to make it clear that I am in no way against a latina woman playing snow white. If you have any negative opinions concerning her ethnicity I would recommend you find another post. Rachel is a very talented and beautiful actress. She has been in many fan favorite movies such as: Paddington, Shazam, and Westside story. Rachel Zegler is also set to be starring in the new Hunger Games movie: The Ballad of the Songbirds and Snakes. However, her attitude towards the iconic original Snow White is just NOT it.

Why is Snow White so important?

Snow White, a sweet lovable princess, was the first princess to be made by Walt Disney. What makes her movie incredibly special is that it is the first full-length animated movie in history. She paved the way for all other princesses to be made. She really is the “it” girl. Snow White teaches compassion, kindness, patience and prosperity. She is loved by all! Well, All except the evil queen and Rachel Zegler…

In a recent interview Rachel has made comments on the films outdated values and lesson. She makes a point saying “shes not going to be saved by the prince, and shes not going to be dreaming about true love.” News flash Disney!! You don’t need to change old animated movies to SEEM progressive. It is 2023 women can win and have a smoking hot bf (or gf) next to them while doing it. One of THE BEST princess of all time did both a career and love. Of course I’m talking about my girl Tiana!!! She never needed a man. She was fine working for what she got, but found love along the way. There is no shame in finding love. After all, isn’t that just what life is all about?!

Anywho! That was just my 2 cents. Let me know what else you think down below!!

English isn’t my first language so if there are grammar mistakes Id love to hear any constructive criticism!!

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The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 13: Two Days Later

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Two weeks and two days later is Star Wars Day, May the Fourth. Logan's Birthday. Guaranteed to be a day to remember.

When we, spoke we, knew it wasn't over When I, spoke I, know it tortured us both Two days later, two days later and calm - Two Days Later, by Fink

Logan’s very obvious panic attack seemed to have awoken some sort of friendly protectiveness in Roman and he’d reached out every day since it had happened. Even during his week-long trip back to London, Roman hadn't let a day go by without reaching out in some way.

Typically, it was simple texts in the morning, Logan's morning. But sometimes, well after dinner but before Logan was asleep, Roman would call, as well. Logan knew it wasn’t necessary, he was fine but… he found it impossible to force himself to discourage the calls and messages. He was now more sure than ever that his earlier musings on what Roman might have been about to say that lovely evening was nothing like he’d thought. Hoped for? Still, Logan couldn't help but look forward to starting his day with their little chats over his morning coffee.

Good morning, Lo! May the Fourth be with you!

Setting down his mug, Logan chuckled and typed back.

And also with you. 🌟 

He paused for a moment, thumb hovering over the send button. Finally, he quickly tapped out another line and sent the message before he could think too much about it.

Do you have any plans tonight? Virgil and Remy came down and we’re going to have a Star Wars Marathon. We’d love it if you joined us.

Three little bubbles popped on the screen for a long time and Logan took a slow draw of his coffee, bracing himself for a thoughtful, gentle rejection. He shook his head, frowning at his own thoughts. It wouldn’t be a rejection, he’d simply asked a friend to join him and his sons for a movie night. It wasn’t a… a date.

I’m sorry, I have plans. Maybe next time? 🤞

The phone didn’t at all tremble in his hands as he tapped out a response. He merely typed too quickly to hold it steady.

Yes, of course. I did not intend to put you on the spot. Another time would be wonderful.

Logan waited, sipping his coffee, but though his message flipped to ‘read’ immediately, Roman didn’t respond. The cold certainty that he’d made a mistake crackled, blooming in his belly and growing through his chest with each tick of the kitchen clock. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You don’t invite people to a social gathering the morning of. Let alone on a Friday night! What, you seriously thought Roman Prince didn't have a date and would just be sitting at home waiting for you to—  Logan took a deep, shaky breath and slowly let it out. He would do better. Roman was forgiving. Desperate not to end their conversation on such an awkward note, he finally tapped out another message.

I hope you have a great day!

He locked the screen to stop himself from staring and waiting for a response that wasn’t coming. Slow steps shuffled down the stairs and he shoved the phone into his pocket and refilled his coffee. Remy entered the kitchen, still in pajamas and tapping at his own phone. He and Virgil had gotten in late last night and it looked like he’d had trouble falling asleep after the adrenaline of a long drive. “Good morning, Remy,” he called and Remy stood still, thumbs bouncing against his phone. “Would you like some coffee?” Finally, he stopped and looked at him.

“Morning, Dad! Happy Birthday!” He pocketed his phone and nodded before hugging him. “Yes, please! I'll always say yes to coffee!”

~~~

At the sound of footsteps down the carpeted hall, Janus frowned at the clock, then looked up from his desk. He should have had at least another hour before the office grew to its usual frenzied pace, starting the never-ending stream of people at his door. His frown softened when he caught sight of carefully polished shoes and razor-sharp creased pants.

“Logan?” Said shoes froze mid-stride outside his office door and Logan turned to face him. “Would you come in here, please?” 

“Oh, J—Janus,” he sputtered, clutching a thick redwell of case files close to his chest. “I—I did—didn’t realize you were in yet.” He adjusted his glasses. “I—I mean, n—not to say—”

“It’s alright, Logan.” Janus attempted a smile. The man’s nervousness was contagious and recent… developments had left Janus doubting his assumptions about him. “It’s safe to admit your observation that I’m typically not the first one in the office each day. Leadership has its privileges, after all,” he deadpanned. Logan didn't crack a smile.

Janus gestured toward the chairs across from his desk. “Please, Logan, sit down.”

Nodding once, Logan stepped inside, spine straight and face carefully masked with his all-too-familiar ‘approach the bench’ expression. “At ease, Logan,” he said, closing the folder in front of him and steepling his hands as he sat back in his chair. He waited until Logan sat down, hands folded primly over the casefiles in his lap.

“You are correct that I’m breaking character a bit here,” Janus began. “Devin’s recent… behavior—”

“You mean assault?” Logan raised an eyebrow, still sitting arrow-straight even as he frowned back at his boss. 

Janus fought a smile. There’s the lawyer. He nodded, “Devin’s assault showed me I have had a few blindspots around here.” Janus fucking hated admitting he was wrong but he had to concede to himself, if no-one else, that Logan had tried to warn him, had advised him to pay more attention to Devin’s actions.

After everything he’d learned, fucker had been right to take the deal.

Licking dry lips, Janus fished around in his pockets for mints and reached for his water. He rapped his fingers against the bottle, relishing the cold burn of the water and peppermint down his throat. It wasn’t what he really wanted. But it helped.

“I’ve spent the past three months reviewing everyone’s caseload and docket history.”

“Everyone’s cases?” Logan asked. His expression didn’t change but his eyes jumped down to the stack of files on Janus' desk.

“Everyone’s,” he confirmed. “Both for paying clients and pro bono cases.” Janus frowned. The deafening silence pouring in from Devin’s empty office on his left and Marge’s empty office on the right had grown distracting over the weeks and months since he’d introduced Roman and Devin, ever since his former best friend had revealed just how slimy he really was. Their emptied offices were a constant reminder of how easy it had been to let ‘just a little’ favoritism snowball into blinding him to their poor performance, as well. 

Logan’s eyes followed his gaze but he didn’t ask for details on his former colleagues' sudden—and vocal—departures. He’d been the only one in the office who hadn’t. He’d just kept his head down and picked up more than his fair share of their abandoned cases. “The rumors are true,” Janus confirmed. “I’ve let several people go.”

He waited, but Logan only nodded, still listening. Janus sighed. He almost wished he’d smirk, say ‘I told you so,’ dance on their graves, anything… human. He just sat there like the fucking robot Devin—

Janus blew out a sharp breath, stamping out the thought before it could fully bloom. “When I was reviewing your docket, I came across the old petition records of that anti-equality initiative.” Logan nodded, brow furrowed. “A name leapt off the page.” He blinked again, lips twitching at the corners like he was forcing himself not to speak. They both knew Logan knew exactly which name he was referring to. “Your old last name,” he finally said. Janus crossed his arms, a flash of his original anger seeping out.

He’d been fucking livid when he’d spotted Kelly Jessica Croft signed in big, looping letters on the first page of the signature list. Fortunately, he’d been alone in the office, so no-one had overheard when he’d called his husband to complain.

“I can’t fucking believe it!” He’d paced the office, Remus on speaker phone so he wouldn’t shout into his ear. “I just can’t fucking believe it! This motherfucker simps and nods, all respectful with his fucking creased pants and he turned around and had his own wife run a goddamned petition against the law! Our law!”

Remus didn’t speak, and the only sound coming over the phone was the ratatatat of his brushes beating against the side of his easel.

“I can’t figure out what his angle was. Why fight his own fucking law? He wrote the damn thing! Was it the money?” Fuck knows they’d all had to pull overtime when the Save Our Families initiative had gathered enough signatures to be taken seriously. Ultimately they’d prevailed, but…

“It just doesn’t make any sense. He’s named as the primary author of the legislation. He didn’t need to fuck around. If he’d wanted more money, more attention, a better office, he could just write his own goddamn check! There were firms across the country battering down the door to meet with him. He didn’t need to do this he—Oh!” Janus' voice dropped to a whisper. “Oh, fuck.”

He stopped pacing, both hands coming up to his temples. Yep, that was a migraine coming on. He fumbled in his pocket and popped three Altoids into his mouth and crunched hard. “You don’t think he was feeding information to the Eyman group, do you?”

“Okay, Jannie,” Remus finally said, and the little shk shk of his mustache brushing against the mouthpiece yanked Janus’ attention back to the present. “Take a breath. Let’s think this through, together, okay?”

He waited, probably with that infuriatingly adorable smirk, until Janus took three slow breaths.

“Okay. When the law passed, he coulda strut around that office, right? Gotten any new title he wanted and just rode those laurels until it was time to retire, couldn’t he?” Remus’ voice was low and quiet, and Janus deflated, sinking down into an armchair near the window. He nodded silently and Remus continued as if he saw him.

“But he didn’t do any of that, did he?”

Janus sighed. “No,” he said, still frowning.

“What did he do?”

Scoffing, Janus got up and checked the 2012 docket list. “After the initiative was struck down, he requested three new pro bono D.V. cases, claiming with Marriage Equality complete, he had time to pick up ‘his slack.’” He swallowed against the sour taste in his throat and popped another handful of peppermints into his mouth. 

“Jannie,” Remus cooed. He felt like he was the one being cross-examined, the noose slowly tightening.

He sat back in his chair, eyes falling shut. “What, Muse?” The throbbing in his head slowly eased.

“So his wife’s name—now ex-wife’s name—was on the petition…”

“Her name’s on the fucking presentation page." He sat up again, rage energizing him. "She had to be one of the organizers. The whole thing was probably bankrolled with his Q-Law salary!” Janus sat up, stabbing a finger down the hall toward Logan’s office. “He probably signed it, too!”

“And how long did you spend pouring over the old paper documents searching for his name before you gave up?”

“Two—”

He could practically hear his husband’s eyebrow raise over the phone. 

“Two and three quarter hours,” Janus murmured.

“And had he signed it?”

“No. But I might’ve missed something.”

“Jannie…” Remus purred and Janus leaned back against his chair, arms crossed in front of his chest. He knew he looked like a petulant child but he was too angry to give a fuck. “So, if all signs are pointing to him not signing the damn thing, and when he could, he didn’t take an easy opportunity to gain fame and wealth and, frankly, a fucking target on his back…” Silence poured over the phone line. 

“So why didn’t he?” Remus asked, gentler than he probably deserved.

Janus picked up the file. He’d spent hours re-reading Logan’s case notes, checking the filings… there was nothing suspicious save for his fucking wife’s name on the petition. Had Logan had some grand scheme? Had Janus somehow stopped him from taking the next steps in whatever the fuck he was trying to accomplish here? Or was Logan completely incompetent and couldn’t recognize when to strike?

“Maybe it's the other way around.” Remus’ voice cut through his wandering thoughts.

“What do you mean, ‘other way?’”

“So this guy used to be married to some Karen—”

“Kelly,” Janus smirked.

“Even better,” Remus cackled, the unexpected sound pulling a chuckle from Janus, as well. “So he’s married to this bitch Kelly who runs a campaign against her own husband’s work…” Janus dumped the last of his mints in his palm and popped them into his mouth. “The same ex-wife who watched over him like a fucking warden at the Q-Law parties, right?”

“The few he’d bothered to attend,” Janus had muttered. Something itched at the back of his mind but he couldn’t quite scratch it.

“Maybe ask him about it before you accuse him of legal espionage, huh?”

It had taken Janus three days to calm down enough to decide what to do. And another three days to call him in to discuss it. He hadn't been delaying the conversation, he’d… he’d just had a very busy calendar.

Finally sitting across from Logan in his office, he watched the man's guarded eyes, the way they bounced back and forth from the case files and his face. Anxiety sizzled through every movement. Worry. Maybe even a little fear in there.

But no guilt.

“What can you tell me about this?” he asked, setting down the file, open to his ex-wife’s signature. Janus spun it around so he could read. “You were still married when she signed this.” Logan touched her signature and for one sickening moment, Janus thought he might cry. “Did you sign it, too?”

“No, of course not!” Logan looked up at him, mouth hanging open in shock. It only lasted a second and was quickly papered over with a more controlled expression. “Janus, I—” He sat up a little straighter, lips pressed together into a thin, shaky line. “D—did you c—call me in here to fire me, as well?”

“Should I have?” Janus challenged, leaning over his desk and staring into Logan’s eyes.

Logan gripped the case files in his lap before straightening his glasses. “If you can’t trust me enough to believe I wouldn’t sabotage my own work, then perhaps you should.”

Balls of fucking steel. The wobble in his chin and the wetness he couldn’t really hide behind his glasses told Janus he was probably going to go cry as soon as he left the office, but that still didn’t stop the guy from standing up to him.

Janus nodded once. “Actually, I called you in here to offer you the office next to mine,” he looked pointedly at the wall to his right.

“Wh—what?” He almost dropped the files as he scooted closer in his chair. “But tha—that’s the office for the Assistant Attorney in Charge.”

Unflappable my ass. “Exactly.” Janus couldn’t hold back a little smirk. “You want it?”

~~~

The office slowly came to life around them as they discussed—negotiated—Logan’s new salary and a 30-60-90-day plan. Janus listened when he leapt up and taped sheets of legal paper to the wall, sketching out a plan to coordinate with firms across the country to battle the flurry of anti-trans and anti-LGBTQ laws popcorning up in even moderately purple regions. Janus laughed when Logan grabbed a highlighter from his desk without asking, but quickly sobered when he drew lines between them, noting which states were also in the middle of proposing bans on no-fault divorce and obliterating reproductive rights. It wasn’t something they’d been watching very closely at the firm, but the commonalities revealed a chilling strategy.

Again, there was that little itch at the back of Janus’ mind but he shook it away.

“Draft this up,” he nodded, clapping Logan on the shoulder. “Let’s see if it has wings.”

“Thank you, Janus,” Logan smiled. It was small, and shaky and didn’t quite wipe out the worry in his eyes every time he looked over the boxes and arrows he’d mapped out, but it wasn’t that papier mâché grimace of his, either.

Beatrice chose that moment to slip into the office, towering over both of them. “Oh, good, Logan, you’re in here. You have a flower delivery at reception.”

“Oh?” he blinked. Janus could’ve sworn he was blushing as he followed her out to the lobby. 

“Go, on,” Janus nodded. “It’s time for a coffee break, anyway. C’mon," he said, grabbing his blazer from behind the door. "My treat.”

“Yes, silly,” Beatrice patted Logan’s cheek as he passed. “Why didn’t you tell us it’s your birthday?”

Plastering on a grin, Janus crossed his arms and tried not to think about how, just a couple hours ago, he’d let Logan think he’d been about to fire him on his fucking birthday.

A delivery guy stood in front of Beatrice’s desk, arm wrapped around a giant vase filled with pansies and baby breath. An enormous heart-shaped balloon emblazoned with ‘Happy Birthday, Logan’ floated above it. He held a beat-up clipboard in his other arm. Yeah, Logan was definitely blushing.

“Are you Logan Sanders?” the delivery guy asked, holding out the flowers.

“Yes,” he smiled, accepting the bouquet.

“Sign here, please,” he said, watching as Logan signed. He took back the clipboard and left a manila folder in his hand. “You’ve been served.”

Logan looked up at him, brow furrowed in confusion as he held a bouquet in one hand and a thick envelope in the other. “It’s really your birthday?” the guy asked, a twinge of guilt passing over his features. Logan nodded silently and turned over the envelope. He paled at the name of the firm on the front. “Sorry, man,” he shrugged and hurried down the stairs. He didn’t bother to wait for the elevator.

Beatrice nudged Janus forward with a pointed look, then moved down the hall, shooing away the little knot of interns who’d heard the word ‘birthday’ and had gathered to watch. Janus held out his hands. “Would you like me to take those?” he asked, leaving open which he’d prefer Janus held for him.

Logan nodded and passed him the flowers. “Is there a card?” he asked without looking up from the envelope. Hands shaking, he tore off the sealed tab and pulled out a blue-backed petition.

Janus found the card and turned it around to read. A little growl bubbled up from the back of his throat and Logan looked up at him.

“What does it say?” he asked, defeated.

“Happy Birthday,” Janus answered, only half-lying.

Apparently Logan’s bullshit detector was just as finely tuned as his and he reached for the card to read it for himself. “Happy Birthday. Pansy.”

Gritting his teeth, he shoved the card into the envelope and took the flowers, dropping the bouquet of pink and yellow pansies into the trash.

“I think I could use that coffee, Janus, if you’re still offering,” he said, jaw set despite his shaking hands.

“You bet your ass I am.”

~~~

Together, Logan and Janus read through Kelly’s petition to the court. His boss’ muttered curses grew louder with each page.

“What fucking century does she think this is?” he finally spat, shaking his head and signaling a server for another refill. “Dammit, Logan, this is…”

“I have to fight this,” Logan whispered, staring at her proposed parenting plan. Full custody of Patton with no requirement to stay within the school district or even within the state. Monthly, supervised visitation with Logan. A continued residential requirement attached to any future college payments for any of the boys after they turned eighteen.

“Of course you have to fight this,” Janus insisted, looking up from where he jotted notes in the margin. “Fuck that, we have to fight this.” Logan stared at him, the blend of shock and hope on his face twisting uncomfortably in Janus' gut. “Hey, I thought you were smart," he said, trying to deflect. "A man who represents himself is a fool.”

"A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client," he corrected automatically, the barest hint of a smile softening his face. “Are you seriously offering to represent me in this? It’s… it’s a personal matter.”

Janus shrugged and smiled over his coffee. “You can get me back when Remus sues me for custody of our lemurs.”

“You have pet lemurs?”

“That’s the part you find unbelievable, Sanders?”

Logan bit back a chuckle and, by the look in Janus’ eyes, that had been the point. “I have zero doubts about the longevity of you and your husband’s relationship,” he bowed his head, clinking their newly refilled coffees together. “I… I appreciate your help. I…” He blew out a sharp breath and straightened his eyeglasses, an embarrassing lump growing in his throat. “I—I don’t know what I’d do if she took my boys from me.”

Janus clinked back and smiled. “You won’t ever have to find out.” 

After drafting their plan of attack, Logan crossed out the section marked The respondent forfeits his or her right to contest and signed the petition with a flourish. Janus would first enter himself as attorney of record representing him in the proceedings, file a stay, and then submit a claim for discovery. “That’ll take a while, so in the meantime, I’ll need to deposition you. I need all the facts.”

Nodding, Logan looked away. “Yes, of course.”

Janus patted his hand. “Attorney client privilege will be in effect. I won’t share what you tell me with anyone you don’t wish.”

“Of—of course, Janus. I trust you and your integrity. I…” Janus seemed to misunderstand his hesitation and gripped his shoulder.

“I think you’ve probably had enough for one day, let alone your birthday. Take the afternoon off.” Logan opened his mouth to protest but Janus was quicker. “I insist. I’ll draft the papers and we’ll start the deposition… is Monday too soon?”

“Monday would be good,” Logan nodded. Get it over with.

“Monday, then,” he smiled. “Now, I will take all of this back to the office.” Janus picked up his case files, their notes, and the petition from Kelly’s attorney. “You will go home and enjoy your birthday.”

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On the day of my birthday, I was in a horse-drawn carriage with Nokto, visiting a town not too far from the royal capital.

Nokto: "take my hand, Emma."

Emma: "Thank you."

I take the hand that Nokto offers me, and get off the carriage.

Nokto: "Few people here know that I am a prince. We can have a "normal" date just as you wanted."

Emma: "huh?"

(How did you know that? I didn't tell you.)

It all started a few days ago.

________________{flashback} ________________

Nokto: "It's almost your birthday, is there a thing that you want?"

Emma: "There really isn’t a thing…"

Nokto: "Of course..."’

Nokto: "So? What do you want from me for your birthday?"

Emma: "I want to go on a normal date with you."

Nokto is a prince, so I’m a little bit shy. Even though it’s just a date he always does lewd things, and it makes my heart restless

(That's fine, but I thought it would be nice to have a normal lover-like date. )

Nokto: "Hmmm, a date."

After looking at the air thoughtfully for a moment, Nokto smiled

Nokto: "Okay. I will make your wish come true."

Emma: "Really? Thank you, I'm excited!"

(Since I’m spending the day with Nokto, it will be the best birthday ever.)

________________{end flashback} ________________

(I would have been happy with any type of date, as long, just as I got to spend it with Nokto)

I didn't have to say anything, but Nokto seemed to know what I was thinking

Nokto: "You are too simple, just bringing you to the city makes you smile."

Nokto: "You wanted this, didn't you? A normal date"

Emma: "Yes, I want to have a normal date, but how did you know?"

Nokto: "Because I am your lover, I know everything about you."

Emma: "Nokto......"

The sweetness of the words whispered in my ear makes my heart jump.

The first thing to do is enjoy the happy surprise prepared by my lover that wore a foxy smile.

We had come to a marketplace with an assortment of goods, to shop first.

Emma: "There are a lot of rare foods and clothes.... they have such a different selection from the royal capital."

Nokto: "Yes, that's true. Aren’t you are a little too excited?"

Emma: "Sorry."

Nokto holds my hand while laughing at me scurrying around the store.

(Is that ......?)

Normally, he would have hugged me around the waist, without worrying about being in a crowded place.

However, today, he only held my hands

Nokto: "Emma, what's wrong?"

Emma: "Oh, no, it's nothing!"

(Just a little weird.)

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After shopping, we went to a sweet-smelling café, with hospitality that is even sweeter than the sweets.

Nokto: "Emma, say ‘ahhhhh’"

Emma: "I can eat it by myself."

Nokto: "Why don't you want to accept my feelings, and that I want to spoil you as much as I can on your birthday?"

(I can't refuse if you say it like that..)

Emma: "Ahh!"

I open my mouth, stifling my shame, and Nokto feeds me a cake with fruit on it.

(Is it my imagination that it feels awfully sweet?)

Nokto: "Good girl...ah."

As if noticing something, Nokto's long fingers scoop up my chin. And slowly, his handsome face comes closer.

(Is he going to kiss me..?)

I close my eyes reflexively, but it is not the touch of his lips that touches me, but .....

Emma: "Hmm?"

Nokto: "There was cream on your face, see."

Nokto smiles and holds a napkin in his hand.

(I thought I was going to be kissed. )

my face starts to turn red, because I made an embarrassing mistake.

(Normally Nokto would have kissed me...it’s not good to assume!)

Surprise, delight, and ticklishness at the unusual date intertwine in my mind.

(It's kind of refreshing…)

There is something just a little bit frustrating about it. Such feelings were welling up in a corner of my heart.

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That night, we decided to stay overnight in the inn that Nokto had arranged for us.

Emma: "Wow, the stars look so beautiful."

The night sky in a new city is different and more beautiful than the one we are used to seeing in the capital.

while I was gazing at it for a while, Nokto came out of the room and stood next to me, gently hugging my shoulder.

Nokto: "Did you like it?"

Emma: "Yes! I had an amazing date with you on my birthday, and I have been smiling since this morning."

Emma: "Thank you for the wonderful present."

Nokto: "You're welcome."

(Ah)

Our gazes lock, and I close my eyelids at the hint of a kiss.

but the heat only touched my lips for a moment, and then quickly leaves them.

(That's it?)

(I am happy to be kissed by Nokto, but ......)

(I thought he would do more...)

The heat that has nowhere else to go fills my chest slowly.

Nokto: "do you know how you look?"

Emma: "What?"

Nokto's fingertip traces my lips in a bewitching manner.

Nokto: "You look like you can't wait to do something dirty to me."

Emma: "That's not true."

(That’s a lie, actually I was expecting a little something more)

Nokto: "Your expression is honest, but I'd really like to hear it from your mouth."

The fingertips, which had been tracing my lips, gradually descended to my neck then to my chest.

My body, which had been feeling frustrated all day, reacted sensitively to just that.

Nokto smiled mischievously.

(This face......)

Emma: "Did you plan to have a normal date all day today, just so I would react like this?"

Nokto: "Well? What do you think?"

(.....I'm screwed.)

It seems that I fell for the fox's cunning and sweet temptation.

Nokto: "Let me ask you one more time. What do you want for your birthday?

(I'm so frustrated and embarrassed, but )

(I think I'm even happier than before.)

As if admitting everything, I slowly opened my mouth.

Emma: "I want the usual Nokto to celebrate with me."

Nokto: "Nn, that’s good."

Emma: "Mmmm..."

Nokto puts his hands behind my head, pulls me close, and inserts his tongue into my mouth.

The kiss is so long and intense that I can hardly breathe, and it quickly raises my body temperature, then my head started to get fuzzy

Nokto: "Your legs are already shaking, was it that good?"

Nokto: "Then I'll make you feel even better."

Emma: "Nn, ha"

After whispering, he kissed me again and again, making lewd sounds.

His other hand was squeezing my breast over my blouse.

I looked up at the stars in the sky and a sigh escaped my mouth

Emma: "Nokto, in a place like this??"

Nokto: "No? I don't care where you and I make love"

Emma: "Oh!"

The very first thing that comes to my mind is the fact that I am not sure if I am going to be able to do anything about it.

(Someone might hear me.)

When I try to keep my mouth closed, Nokto chuckles and dropped a kiss, this time, on my lips.

Nokto: "It's not bad to have fun with you while you try holding back your voice desperately, but since it's your birthday, I'm not going to be mean to you."

Nokto: "But you will receive my best present on the bed, won't you?"

The red eyes are lit up with sweet heat, and my heart started pounding.

Nokto: "Happy birthday, Emma."

Nokto: "I'm going to continue to monopolize the day you were born."

(Just thinking about the fact that such a birthday comes every year, makes me happy.)

To convey this feeling as much as I can, I stretch up to meet his lips and kissed him.

After that, as Nokto had declared, he continued to make love to me languidly on the bed...

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

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THE WAY I LOVED YOU | EDDIE MUNSON

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CONTENT: Warning, ~150 nice words about Jason Carver 🍅 ; fluff; fem.reader; You’re dating the king of Hawkins High and everything should be perfect, but you still miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain at 2am cursing Eddie Munson’s name.

Jason Carver was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, gentle and caring, and although he could be overbearing at times, you couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. All the girls at Hawkins seemed to drool over him; there were a couple dozen who glared at you when they saw you with him. You could hear what they said behind your back — that you didn’t deserve him — and frankly, you felt they were right. 

Jason was the kind of boyfriend parents adored. He was the type that made you wait to get out of the car because he wanted to hold the door open for you. He made sure to tell you how beautiful you looked every day. He could tell when you were upset and always asked if there was anything he could do to help. If you needed space, he didn’t hesitate to give it to you, but he never failed to call you each and every night. 

He never gave you any reason to complain. So, why were you so unhappy?

Why was it that when he said, “I love you,” you could never bring yourself to say it back?

Why did you still miss him?

You had thought that if you gave Jason a chance you’d learn to love him. There had to be a reason so many other girls wanted his attention, you just had to figure it out. You thought it would help get him out of your head, but it didn’t. 

Jason Carver was the perfect boyfriend, but his perfection only made you miss Eddie Munson’s chaos. 

Eddie Munson was sweet, gentle and caring, but god awful at being a decent boyfriend. No one understood why a pretty girl like you would date Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and sometimes neither did you, but you loved that fool more than you thought you could ever love anyone. 

You loved him even if your parents hated him. You loved him even when he wasn’t the most refined gentleman because at least he tried to remember to open doors for you and offer you his jacket when you looked cold. You loved him even when he had a hard time realizing you were annoyed or upset because at least once he noticed, he smothered you with attention. You loved him even when he’d promise to call and forget time and time again because he always greeted you with an apology the next morning. You loved him even if he rarely commented on your looks because the way he looked at you was enough to let you know that in his eyes there was no one more beautiful than you. 

You loved him even though he never knew when to shut his mouth because neither did you. You couldn’t stand the way Jason Carver let you have your way even when he didn’t agree. Was it insane of you to miss the way Eddie always spoke his mind even when he knew it would drive you mad? To miss the way he pissed you off until you were screaming and fighting and storming out of his trailer? To miss hearing him calling you crazy for running off in the rain before he apologized with a kiss? 

That was the way you loved Eddie Munson. Until one night, you stormed out of his trailer and he didn’t come after you. You told yourself you didn’t want him to anyway, but the memory replayed in your head when you missed him most, wondering why you left him at all. 

Even as you walked down the stairs in a prom dress fit for a princess — your ‘prince’, the soon-to-be prom king, waiting for you at the door — all you could think about was the mistake you’d made in leaving that night. 

“You look beautiful tonight,” Jason said, bringing your hand up for a kiss. When he intertwined his fingers with yours, you tried to force a smile but you were so tired of acting like everything was perfectly fine. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” The words left your mouth before you could give them a second thought, letting go of his hand. “I’m sorry, Jason. I can’t- I can’t keep pretending.” 

You didn’t wait for an answer, letting your impulses take you down the route you knew all too well. It wasn’t until you were standing in front of Eddie Munson’s trailer that you stopped to think about what you’d done. You stood frozen in front of his door, unsure of whether you should knock or save your heart from another heartbreak and run, but before you could make a decision the door opened. 

You could feel your heart shatter the moment Eddie stepped out in a black tux, his hair tied back in a ponytail. Did he have a date? There was no way you could compete with Chrissy Cunningham…

You opened your mouth to apologize, to explain that you weren’t sure what you were doing there and that you should get going, but Eddie spoke first, surprising you with a sigh of relief. “Thank God, I thought I was going to have to go to that stupid dance to find you.”

Your throat felt dry and it took you a moment to respond. “To find me?” You hadn’t realized there were tears in your eyes until Eddie moved to wipe them away, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Shit, are you okay? Did Jason hurt you? I’ll kick his ass, babe, just say the w-”

Babe. 

“No. He didn’t- I’m fine. Jason didn’t do anything to me.” You reached for the hand Eddie had resting on your cheek. “What do you mean you were going to go find me?”

Eddie took a step back, mouth agape as he stopped to look at you. “You look… amazing.” It took him a second to compose himself and remember you’d asked him a question. Once he did, he fiddled with his rings as he worked up the courage to explain. 

“I realized I couldn’t let Jason Carver take my girl to prom.” 

Kissing him was the only way you could think to react. When he kissed you back, hands resting on your waist, you felt your heart race in your chest for the first time in a long time. 

“I keep regretting not going after you that night. I was so stupid,” Eddie whispered between kisses. “Swear I won’t argue with you anymore, just give me another shot.” 

“But I miss arguing with you.” 

Eddie’s big brown eyes lit up at your words and you felt the urge to kiss him a hundred more times. His arms wrapped around you, lifting you off your feet as he spun you around, pressing kisses to your face. 

“I love you.” Eddie pressed one more kiss to your lips, resting his head against your forehead as he lowered you back to your feet. “You can storm out as many times as you want, babe. I promise you, I’ll come after you every time.”

“I love you too, Eddie.” The words came as easily as they always had. You didn’t have to think about it; it didn’t matter if he wasn’t perfect or if he made you want to pull your hair out sometimes, you loved him. You closed your eyes, smiling as you took in his scent, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. “I missed you so much.”

Eddie smiled, stepping back to admire you again and grabbing your hand to give you a twirl. ”It’s a real shame this pretty dress is going to go to waste.”

“Who said we’re not still going to the dance, Munson?”

“We’re?”

“Might I remind you, you’ve skipped prom twice. It won’t kill you to go this once.”

“Alright, only for you.” Eddie groaned, booping your nose before sweeping you into his arms. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. ”After I ruin your makeup a little more.”

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