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yooils · 1 year

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RUIN MY PLANS ! sae itoshi x manager! reader. fluff.

☆彡– really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.

part two is out now!

even in the beginning, it was always just sae and soccer.

(wrong. there was also rin– who used to idolized him as one would a celebrity, and his supportive parents– who sent him snacks and supportive notes when he was abroad.)

nevertheless, there really was no one in the small world of sae itoshi; hidden beneath the bitter guise of frigid thunder and even icier storms– until you first came in as his own brand new manager, (slightly naive) smile differing strikingly from his indifferent countenance.

you've unsolicitedly trampled all over his once-tranquil paradise over the years, sae thinks, because now he can't imagine a future without you– it makes his skin crawl and it feels sickening. how mediocre of him.

and just as sae starts to slowly accept the unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions in his life after denying his feelings for so long, his fragile world collapses again.

"i'm going to resign soon."

oh.

sae's heart sinks to his stomach. he feels like his whole world is falling apart– just like in the movies– and he's infuriated. resentment always came easily to sae, after all; but the fact that it's you makes his stomach churn.

(you, who unexpectedly won a place in his life with your lukewarm anecdotes, stupid laughter and reckless work habits. really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.)

the soft music thrumming through the speakers of an expensive restaurant fuels his rage even more, and you're still sitting there nonchalantly– calm and composed, expression showing no signs of discomfort nor awkwardness.

and it really pisses him off.

he's treated you so well over the years too; trying to be on his best behaviour on his interviews with the press (read: not walking off); listening half-heartedly to your ramblings on how to increase his popularity (though he couldn't care less); and even going so far as to mind his language sometimes.

upon further reflection, maybe he really was the jerk here.

but in contrast to his internal turmoil, sae's demeanour remains tepid save for the slight furrow of his eyebrows. "huh? what's wrong with you?"

it comes out a lot harsher than intended.

you've known sae long enough to read his minuscule body language, and that the slight wince at his own words mean that he's a little apologetic– not that his ego would have ever allowed him to admit it. (if anything, it makes you realise that you've stayed in this job too long for your liking.)

–it's absolutely unhealthy to be around him for so long, you affirm to yourself. that's why you're resigning after six gruelling years.

the way you shift in your chair almost makes him worry.

"it's nothing big, i just want to start a normal life." you respond, albeit tentatively. "maybe cut off travelling around for a bit, have a less stressful job, get a partner–"

he scoffs at that. (it's not due to jealousy, definitely.) "you could do that even while being a manager; it's just a little busier than a normal life. plus, it's not too stressful, is it?"

you work more than 17 hours on busy days– even answering his spur of the moment midnight calls. as much as an eye candy as sae is, you don't think your heart can handle him much longer despite how unaffected you look.

(little did you know, he would've long cut back on the immense workload if you had so much as mentioned it– he would have gone beyond limits to keep you by his side, because you're the only constant in his world of football. and he likes that.)

"i suppose so– i guess settling back into Japan might make dating a lot easier, as well as stop my parent's nagging." you sigh. "they're constantly pestering me on when i'll get married."

sae's had his share of flings in europe before– so he has no idea why his heart races so fast at the mere thought of a reckless idea.

"so date me."

you choke. his face stays stoic, utterly contradicting to the way he swallows thickly– he really is a mess. now he's ruined every single healthy relationship he's ever had in his life.

and never in your life did you think you would get to hear sae itoshi ask you out, even if it was just for his own benefit. "it won't hinder with your work, and it'll be easy to convince your parents, won't it?"

you hate how persuasive he is.

(that night, you end up making a decision that might just cost you more than your sappy feelings.)

1.8.23

#log– works #he would be a caring bf :(#and then he realises that he likes u too much #and dumps you #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae fluff #sae angst #sae itoshi fluff #sae itoshi angst #blue lock sae #sae x gn! reader

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whumpshaped · 8 months

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poisoned ivy vampire au- either nate or bryce is a secret vampire, your pick :)

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, school setting, manipulation, gaslighting

Nate felt like he was going insane. How else would anyone explain the fact that he thought most-popular-guy Bryce Donnelley was... a vampire?

It made no sense. Bryce was clearly not very affected by sunlight, as evidenced by the fact that he attended a normal college. Well, they did have a lot of cloudy days... but Bryce was out and about even on the sunny ones, right? Sort of. He did cover up more than his 'frat bros', something that was a topic of constant lamentation among the women. But he wasn't burning. 'I get sunburnt super easily,' he'd overheard him say once.

Bryce also didn't have anything going on with his eyes. Vampires were supposed to have glowy red eyes, right? Well, his were a dark brown, as human as it could get. Normally. Sometimes, when the light hit him just right, Nate swore he could see a hint of red in them, but it always passed as quickly as it showed up.

He wasn't very proud of this one, but he had even gotten some garlic bread one time just to offer some to Bryce. He'd smiled and said he was allergic, not to mention his date with Cindy later that day. It would've been a gotcha moment– if only Bryce had kept it up.

"I'm joking, I'm joking. Thought I'd lean into the vampire thing." He grabbed one and took a bite, laughing when Nate's eyes widened. "What, don't tell me you believe that too? Is that why you thought to bring me some?"

It was embarrassing. Mortifying. Bryce made him feel like a stupid teenage girl. But there was something there, he knew it, he just had to dig a little deeper.

When they were put together as a pair for a class project, Nate thought it was the perfect opportunity to see whether Bryce could enter his dorm without an invitation. He purposely danced around the subject, all the way until they got there.

"Nice of you to invite me over. My room is a bit of a mess."

"I never invited you!" he said a bit too quickly, and Bryce feigned confusion. "I, I mean– I never invited you in– I mean..."

"I thought that was the entire reason you brought me here?"

"I... y-yeah, I just meant..."

"If you don't want me to come in, I get that–"

"No, no, come in, I'm sorry– wait–"

Bryce grinned at him, stepping over the threshold with ease. "Thanks."

Nate wanted to pull his hair out. He even dug up his old crucifix, the one he'd received as a gift from his grandmother, and then accidentally dropped it in a way so that it touched Bryce's skin. Bryce hissed in pain and pulled away– then laughed at Nate's reaction and told him it was just a joke. He'd grabbed the crucifix to hand it back to him to prove it.

There was never any conclusive evidence. Nothing to latch onto. But he just couldn't leave it alone.

He devised a plan that some might call obsessive, or even stalkerish. He was going to follow Bryce around for a whole day, make sure he didn't drink anyone's blood (he was normal, he swore, this was a totally normal thing to think about his peers), then slightly nick his finger and see how Bryce reacted. If this didn't bring any results, he would stop for good.

The day passed agonisingly slowly. He tried not to look too creepy, nor too startled whenever Bryce looked at him and they locked eyes. Bryce knew what he was after, probably, and he looked very smug about having Nate so hooked. But he didn't know about the plan. He couldn't.

Bryce ate only solids the whole day. Sandwiches, the cafeteria food, chocolate. No blood.

"Do you want to work on the project tonight?" he asked after Bryce's last class, and he could've exploded when he responded with an easy 'yeah, sure'. He was supposed to be a little agitated by now. Restless. It had been a long day, and now Nate was proposing they spend several more hours together. But Bryce never ever wavered.

It was well past midnight when they finished up. Bryce yawned, hand in front of his mouth either because he was very polite or because he was hiding a set of fangs. Nate didn't even care anymore which one it was, he just wanted to know for sure.

"I'm gonna get back to my room," Bryce said with a smile. "See you tomorrow?"

"Sure."

As soon as Bryce turned to leave, he cut his finger with a blade he had wrestled out of his pencil sharpener. Blood bubbled to the surface instantly, and a split second later he was slammed against the wall of his room, staring up into Bryce's bright red eyes.

"Holy shit," he breathed, just now realising that goading a vampire into attacking him wasn't the best plan of action. Truth be told, he didn't think he'd get this far.

Bryce blinked a couple times, and his eyes went right back to normal. "Oh. I can't play that off as a joke, can I?"

"You're a vampire."

"Yeah."

Nate swallowed hard, suddenly very unsure of what to say. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"I should, shouldn't I? You found out about it after all. I can't be sure you won't tell everyone."

"Nobody would believe me!" he said hastily. "I– I just needed to know. I won't tell. I won't tell anyone. Please."

"And then there's the fact that you starved me alllll fucking day. I'm pretty hungry, you know."

"Please don't hurt me," he whimpered.

"Oh, it won't hurt."

Nate yelped when Bryce yanked his head to the side, clearly having made up his mind. His heart was pounding, and he distantly wondered whether that'd make it quicker. Higher pulse, faster bloodflow, less time with fangs in his neck–

His mind went blank when Bryce bit down. It was a strange, fuzzy feeling. He didn't feel anxious about it anymore. In fact, it was almost... pleasant. Natural. Right. He was grateful that Bryce was holding him up, because he was sure his knees would've buckled underneath him otherwise.

"You taste nice," he whispered after he was done, and Nate hummed in acknowledgment. He tasted nice... "And you obviously react very well to the venom, hm?" He pulled back and gently knocked on his head. "Anything left in there?"

Nate couldn't find the words to react. He just stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, noting that the blood on his lips must've been his own.

"I was in need of a permanent meal, and I had no idea who to even target... But I guess you just solved that issue, Detective Fane."

taglist: @whumpsday @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland

#twilight could never #/j #asks #whumpsday #poisoned ivy #nathaniel #bryce #whump #whump writing #vampire whumper #school setting #manipulation #gaslighting #academia whump

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indigowallbreaker · 9 months

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Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys - number 17 kiss for leonie x felix?

I'm realizing I've written this prompt for a Felix ship a few times now. It's funny how easy it is to put him in these situations. Also thank you, anon, I love this rare pair <3

[other mermay prompts]

Leonie was in the market when she heard the whispers. She saw the men herself, striking out with thick hooks and ropes and nets. Her blood ran cold even before she heard the murmurs around her.

"... spotted a mermaid nearby... Foul things... Goddess bless these men and their..."

Tucking away her money pouch, Leonie scrambled away.

Half an hour later, she scrambled back toward town, this time carrying a confused looking merman with dark hair.

"I could've fought them off!" Felix snapped as Leonie skid down a grassy hill. She heard the group of hunters shouting not far behind them and was cursing herself for not thinking to bring something to cover Felix's tail. It would have to be enough that Leonie's bright hair was obscured by a hood. They wouldn't know it was the tanner's daughter that had napped their catch.

"If you had escaped, they would've just got in their boats and chased you," Leonie said. "You're done for once they get a good look at you."

"So what's your plan?"

"Hide you."

"How?"

"Working on it."

Felix grumbled but tightened his hold on Leonie's neck as the sounds of the hunters grew louder again. His tail, midnight blue and speckled with amber, twitched as if aching to swim away.

On top of the hunters at their heels, there was the countdown in Leonie's head to consider. Being Felix's human friend all these months had given her a pretty good idea how long he could survive without water. And that time was ticking away with every step.

Forcing away panic, Leonie pushed into the first storehouse she saw. It was cluttered with crates and barrels. Nets tangled beyond saving were piled in a corner, and rusted tools along one wall were covered in dust. Abandoned storehouse. Perfect.

Leonie placed Felix on a crate and began looking around, quickly locating a threadbare blanket. "What are you doing?" Felix hissed. "They saw a human run this way, they'll check all the buildings on the edge of town first!"

"I know, I know, I know." Leonie threw the blanket over Felix's tail. "Stop moving. If they come in here, follow my lead."

Felix scoffed. "You didn't have a plan six seconds ago. Now you have a lead to follow?"

Leonie shushed him and strained to listen. The crunch of boots on dirt was getting louder, angry voices growing close. Leonie watched the door, hand on Felix's shoulder, feeling him tense as footsteps stopped just outside.

A breath before the door flew open, Leonie pressed her mouth to Felix's.

To his credit, he didn't fumble or push her away. In fact he leaned into the kiss with an ease Leonie wouldn't have expected. He was normally so jumpy when she got too close-- she had assumed he just disliked physical contact. But the way Felix's hand rested on her hip and his head angled to soften the kiss told Leonie she had assumed incorrectly.

"They could be hiding in-- eh?"

Felix pulled back from Leonie, aiming his best glare at the men who had burst into the storehouse. An unnatural glow lit his eyes but the men were too flustered to notice. They grunted excuses and apologies before turning around again, leaving the storehouse door open in their hasty retreat.

Leonie remained in Felix's light hold for a few heartbeats. That glare had yet to leave his face, and Leonie found herself fascinated by the glow. Though his eyes were dark amber, Leonie was reminded of the ocean-- of the copper light cast on the water when the sun sat low in the sky, just before night truly enveloped your boat and torches in town were the only way to find shore again.

Then Felix looked down at her, and Leonie shook those thoughts away. "That did it," she stated.

"Not your worst plan," Felix admitted, his hand sliding off her hip.

"We need to find you water, and a new place to hide."

He hummed in agreement and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Let's get going, then."

Before, in panic, Leonie had scooped Felix up without thought. Now her heart gave a lurch as she held up close again. She forced herself to think about how badly he needed water, how much trouble they were still in. Even in the face of all that-- his arms around her neck and his breath on her cheek were pretty damn distracting.

Standing straighter, Leonie ran out the door, darting in the opposite direction of the hunters.

#fire emblem three houses #felix hugo fraldarius #leonie pinelli #leolix #felonie #wait is that their official ship names bc if so thats hilarious #rare pair run #mermay rare pair run #its august but its mermay every day if you're strong enough

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you-look-like-december · 2 months

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Happiness

This song has become very important to me over the past 2 months as I have been dealing with the end of my engagement. I want to talk about this song and what I think it means.

Honey when I'm above the trees I see this for what it is. But now I'm right down in it all the years I've given is just s*** we're dividing up. - When you look at the situation you can understand why things happen and why everything needed to happen the way it did. However, when you are in the reality of dividing up your life and figuring out where you are going next in life it just feels like everything you've given to the person is just wasted.

Showed you all of my hiding spots - There isn't a safe space because you let them in and showed them everything

I was dancing when the music stopped - There was no warning. The music didn't get to play out fully it stopped before you were ready for it. When my fiance left me this line hit me hard. It came out of nowhere for me and put how I felt into words when I didn't really know.

And in the disbelief I can't face reinvention I haven't met the new me yet - At some point, after the initial shock, you realize that you need to pick up the pieces and figure out where you go next. In the moment it seems impossible to ever face. Figuring out who you will be without the one you thought was your person seems impossible.

There'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you. Both of these things can be true there is happiness - Just because they hurt you doesn't mean that the happiness that they brought you when you were together was untrue. And although it seems impossible at the moment you will be happy again.

Past the blood and bruise, past the curses and cries. Beyond the terror in the nightfall. Haunted by the look in my eyes that would've loved you for a lifetime. Leave it all behind and there is happiness. - Initially, I planned to split this part up but, looking at it written out I decided that this needs to be one full section. The reason for that is this section is saying that there is happiness once you get over the hump that is the fighting and the fear of being alone

Haunted by the look in my eyes that would've loved you for a lifetime - I wanted to highlight this line because it is one of the best lyrics I have ever heard in my life. It also highlights how I felt when my fiance left. I was ready to love him for the rest of my life and he was not ready to tolerate me past that day.

Tell me when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt? - Looking back trying to figure out when they became this cruel version of themself. Asking yourself when all of your history became something used against you instead of something that you learned from together.

I hope she'll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you. No, I didn't mean that. Sorry, I can't see facts through all of my fury. You haven't met the new me yet. - I think it's normal to feel anger. To feel a mix of anger and sadness at the idea of them replacing you. And for me, I just can't help but pity any woman who has the misfortune of ending up with him she would literally have to be beautiful and foolish to survive his expectations.

There'll be happiness after me. But there was happiness because of me. Both of these things I believe, there is happiness. - Despite them leaving you believe that you did bring them happiness. And there is a complicated feeling of hoping that they find happiness because, despite everything that they did to you, you love them. But, there are mixed emotions of wishing that happiness could have been with you.

In our history, across our great divide. There is a glorious sunrise, dappled with the flickers of light from the dress I wore at midnight. Leave it all behind, and there is happiness. - I don't have any meaning for this one other than my personal meaning. Personally, this line makes me think about my wedding dress and how that hope was left behind.

I can't make it go away by making you the villain. I guess it's the price I paid for seven years in heaven - Even if they were the wrong one in the situation that knowledge does not make the pain go away. The more you let someone in and the more you love them the more it hurts when they leave. You are paying the price for your happiness in your hurt.

And I pulled your body into mine every g**d*** night now I get fake niceties. No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you and you know you hurt him too. - You go from knowing when they were tossing and turning in their sleep and everything about them to exchanging fake pleasantries while figuring everything out. Regardless of what happened in a relationship you both hurt each other and I think that it is important to acknowledge that.

Honey, when I'm above the trees I see it for what it is. But now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head. After giving you the best I had tell me what to give after that. All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness you haven't met the new me yet and I think she'll give you that. - I think the small change from the first verse to this verse is very important. In the first verse, she uses "this" whereas in this one she says "it" and I think that it signifies that she is distancing herself from the situation. Regardless of the distance you still have times when you find yourself looking at the shadows that have taken their place and crying. I think towards the beginning of the breakup it's normal to wonder if you can ever give that much to someone else. Forgiveness is hard. But holding on to bitterness is like drinking poison and hoping that they die. It's hurting you more than it will hurt them.

The rest of the song echoes past choruses and verses. The significance is being able to talk yourself through leaving it behind. At some point, even if you can't move on, you must move forward.

#swifties #taylor swift #evermore #happiness #breakup

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sapphic-sasquatch · 2 months

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midnight love

I can't be your second best, close but not your favorite

Kairi x Selphie, implied Sora x Kairi

Summary: In which Selphie feels like she's competing with a ghost

Contains: WLW pairing, angst, implied mention of eating disorders

Word count: 1.2k words

A/N: This is my first work on here woo!

Kairi was on the floor, completely blacked out. Panic spread through Selphie's body and she knelt down next to the unconscious body.

'She seemed fine a minute ago! Shit, what do I do?' The brunette palmed Kairi's forehead, feeling for a fever but her temperature was normal. Thoughts of confusion and concern swarmed through Selphie.

Pulling Kairi onto her lap, Selphie stroked the redhead's auburn hair not knowing what else to do. Her eyebrows narrowed, silently pissed off at Kairi for looking so peaceful in her sudden state.

"What the hell happened to you?" She whispered. This was a question for many reasons: one, her physical state. Has she not been eating or sleeping properly? No, Kairi would've told her, right? Although she has been looking slimmer lately...

The second reason was Kairi's new strange obsession with another boy, another boy who supposedly played with her, Selphie, Riku, and the other kids. Another boy who supposedly joined Riku and Kairi on their strange journey that Selphie knew nothing about. Another boy who supposedly was closer to Kairi than anyone else. Closer than her.

Kairi had always been a bit of a fanatic, dreaming of great adventures and stories where she was the great heroine, so that's what Selphie tried to brush it off as at first.

But then Kairi would grow to be more descriptive of how the boy looked ("spiky brown hair and red clothes" is what Kairi would say she remembered the boy looking like; there was never too clear of a picture of him in her head, she explained) and how the boy behaved ("he's a bit of a goofball but he's way too friendly for his own good" is what Kairi would beam with energy saying).

Kairi would grow to be more obsessed and more convinced that this boy did indeed exist. So Selphie decided to be the contrarian to what people would normally do and entertain Kairi's thoughts and conspiracies about this mystery boy. It was harmless, right? Kairi would eventually realize maybe this was going too far, right?

Over two months had passed since this mystery boy was initially brought up and the redhead only grew more mesmerized by the idea of him. She talked about him in ways she talked about Selphie, she made gifts for him in ways she made gifts for Selphie, and she directed attention to him in ways she directed attention to Selphie.

This ghost, Selphie decided, became the reason Kairi would get out of bed when she was feeling depressed, while even Selphie couldn't accomplish that.

This ghost became the reason Kairi looked forward to the day, in hopes she'd somehow recall more details about him when she wouldn't even do that for Selphie.

This ghost also became the reason that Kairi stopped going to the play island, Selphie learned.

"I'm not going back to the island until I remember everything about him." Kairi declared, just moments before she blacked out on the dirt-infested ground.

Now the brunette was holding onto the redhead, not too loosely, not too tightly. While Selphie oh so selfishly hated the idea of someone meaning more to Kairi than she did to her, she knew that if learning more about this ghost-boy-whatever-he-was made her happy, then Selphie had to let that be so.

Because as much as Selphie could be blunt and tell Kairi that she was delusional, there was some gut feeling telling her that this ghost was real, this ghost had at some point meant so much to Kairi, and possibly meant so much to Selphie herself.

The brunette stared down at the girl on her lap and cupped her jaw, still unsure of what to do. Kairi had no fever and her heart was beating normally, so there was no need to get any medics involved, but she was also far too heavy for Selphie to carry back home.

Before Selphie could think too much about what to do, the sight of Kairi's eyes blinking open caught her attention, and a wave of relief washed over her.

The two girls shared a look that Selphie wasn't quite sure of what it meant but there was an underlying comfort in it anyhow.

But Kairi quickly and almost hastily turned her attention away from Selphie, and she soon realized the redhead was looking at the play island. The play island that Kairi just said she'd avoid but was looking at with determination and longing. A longing that wasn't for the girl right beside her, but a longing in the same way Selphie longed for Kairi.

That's when it hit her. Kairi definitely loved Selphie and cared for her, but her heart and feelings belonged elsewhere. They belonged with this ghost of a boy.

This past year with the fleeting moments of a fear of being caught, the intimate moments they shared that never made it past small kisses and desperate holding of each other, Kairi's birthday party where Selphie was finally able to give her a gift rather than the other way around, that was all for Kairi to give away to someone else.

All because of an obsession with a ghost.

Before Selphie could express her relief about Kairi's regaining consciousness, the redhead suddenly stood up with the brunette following after and ran off, in which Selphie couldn't help but reach out a hand of desperation, as if that would somehow pull Kairi back to her.

Quickly realizing Kairi was heading in the direction of the play island, the brunette wasted no time to catch up.

Watching the sheet of paper float away in a glass bottle, Kairi and Selphie knelt down near the shore.

"What's that?" The brunette questioned and looked at the girl beside her only to see the same expression of longing from before.

"A letter," Kairi responded and then quickly clarified herself. "To the boy I can't remember. I told him that no matter where he is, I'll find him. One day."

Kairi's eyes narrowed and she almost seemed sad, which made Selphie's heart sink.

"When I stopped writing, I remembered we made a promise, something important. This letter is where it starts, I know it." Kairi ended her mini-speech, her expression filling up with hope.

Selphie wanted to be happy for Kairi, to cheer her on, and fill her up with even more hope, but there was this underlying presence of jealousy. She hated it.

So with as much energy as she could muster, Selphie wore a smile and stared out at sea with Kairi, reminding her of the times they shared just watching the waves crashing onto the shore.

"Wow... I hope he gets it."

"He will." The redhead claimed gleefully, which made Selphie's insides twist and turn uncomfortably. She looked at Kairi and saw just how happy she was.

"Starts with an 'S'." Kairi blurted out suddenly. "Right, Sora?"

'Sora... sounds familiar.'

The next day, Kairi was gone. There were no traces of her anywhere; not at school, not at her house, not at the play island, not the secret cave, and not even the one corner of the island Kairi and Selphie would use to hangout to get away from everyone else just because the secret cave was no longer that much of a secret.

After school ended, Selphie was the one watching the shore. Selphie was the one refusing to go to the play island because without Kairi it wasn't the same. Selphie was the one waiting for nobody to come back.

Selphie was now the one obsessed with a ghost.

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photoniccyclone · 4 months

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SFR Update - Making progress

Hey ho! In my last update, I told you I had been outlining a big scene that would be the last one big one in the chapter. While I have yet to finish that scene, I made A LOT of progress on it. If this scene were normal-sized, it would've been done already; the issue is it's REALLY CHONKY. It's probably the longest scene this fic has had by far, so it's taking a lot to get done.

Also, thanks to the scene being so long, the chapter has passed the 16k word limit, so I'll have to see what to do about that. I will probably cut some stuff out or split it into two shorter chapters, as it likely won't be long enough to split into two full-sized chapters. But I know of some... "fluff" that I may be able to cut out to shorten the length, so I'll probably try that first. In the situation where that doesn't end up working, y'all might end up with two 11k word chapters or something because the current word count of the whole chapter is around 18k. And to that we can expect maybe 1k, 2k, or more words to be added to finish the current scene, and then perhaps about 1k or 2k words to hopefully cover the following two scenes combined.

But yeah, hopefully, the scene will be done sometime in the next week or two, and then I can speedrun the last two scenes and get this thing ready for editing, which will require some more time but hopefully as not as long as the rough draft (as always).

Also, I will have to change some things from previous chapters that I want you all to be aware of when the chapter gets uploaded. I'll mention it in the author's notes when it comes out, too, and I'll say exactly what's been changed, so you don't need to go back and read.

Here are the things that will be changing (if you haven't caught up on SFR yet, which, at the time of posting, means read chapters 1-6; don't read through these yet as they may contain some spoilers. Again, I'll put something similar explaining what's been changed in the author's notes of chapter 7, so don't worry).

For cannon compliance, Sol Regem no longer burned down Elarion. Instead, he tried to, but Ziard successfully stopped him, as in the show. This was initially in there because I thought that after Ziard blinded Sol Regem, he flew back to Elarion and burned it down. This belief held by many, including me at the time, seems to have stemmed from the Midnight Star poem. This, however, at least as far as we know right now, is false. Sol Regem did not manage to burn down Elarion, and the more likely explanation is that all of its citizens were kicked out in the judgment of the half-moon. I debated for a while on whether or not to change this in the fic because it is an au, so technically, I can keep it in there and just claim it's one of the things that have been changed, but a future scene is going to need the canon version of events anyway so this is going to have to be changed. It shouldn't be too hard to do. It's only been brought up in the fic twice so far, and one of them is just a change from "burned down Elarion" to "tried burning down Elarion," pretty much. The other occurs earlier in the fic in chapter 1 and may be harder to change because it's one of the things that Zym roasts Sol Regem on in a way that's not so easily changed. So I'm either going to have to come up with something else for Zym to roast Sol Regem on as a replacement or try to still work with the original one and just change it so it talks about him for attempting to burn it down rather than burning it down. I don't know how easy or hard that will be; that's also in the future when this chapter is pretty much done. I just wanted to let you know this will be changing.

2. In chapter 4, during Team Rayla's battle at the Earthblood settlement. Multiple injuries reference arrows "lodged" into limbs. The problem is, I recently did some research and figured out that if an arrow gets "lodged" into a limb, that limb is going to be out of commission for quite some time; it will likely not just be an "ouchie" that will cause you some pain for a while as it's kinda been shown in the fic. I never wanted the injuries sustained during that fight to be too debilitating as it would make some future scenes not work. I planned to make the injuries bad enough to lower morale, but not enough to put limbs completely out of commission. So, this is gonna have to be changed. I plan on changing places where an arrow gets "Lodged" into a limb to places where an arrow "grazes" the limb. So, it grazes the limb instead of implanting itself into it, decreasing the severity. Hopefully, this will make what they experience after the fight more believable, and it shouldn't be too hard to change.

That's all for now; hopefully, I'll see you all in the not-too-distant future!

#the dragon prince #tdp #fanfic #sol regem #sun fueled rage #sfr #fanfiction #ao3 #writing #SFR update #We're slowly hopefully approaching the light at the end of the tunnel on chapter 7 #There's some pretty cool scenes in here that I can't wait for y'all to see!

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hjellacott · 9 months

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I love games like this, when the better team wins. The team with less fouls, with more possession, the team that consistently tried and tried and tried and never gave up.

I don't normally care about football. In fact only once every four years. But this is a group of very especial women. Women's football is nothing in Spain. I don't know a single Spaniard who knows anything about the women's football, the women's tournaments, the women's league, or who goes for the games. My birth city has two teams, both men's and women's, and you never hear a word about the women's. It's not on the news, not on the papers. UNTIL TODAY. Today it FINALLY made headlines.

These are women with no funding, women who didn't see previous generations win their world cups because there wasn't any, women who didn't grow up watching women's football, going to women's games, and having that dream since childhood, because it would've been unthinkable. These women don't have equal pay, they don't even have equal conditions, or equal NOTHING. And on top of that, THEIR COACH IS DESPICABLE. It is their coach that forced an unheard of protest.

Of these women, back in September 15 said NO MORE. In protest, they sought to temporarily stop participating with the National Team, to argue in favour of equal pay, equal conditions, equal rights with the men... BUT MUCH MORE THAN THAT, to remove a coach they saw as a dictatorial, controlling man who violated their rights to privacy, and who enjoys wars player vs player. But the Spanish Football Federation expelled them. They started a war. The team also had a war with coach Jorge Vilda, for being a piece of shit who pitted them against each other. He forced them to keep their bedroom doors open until midnight to check they were in bed, he is over controlling, he checked their social media posts, he checked who the players went out with even for a coffee, and if they went shopping, what was in their bags.

The Federation backs Vilda, and so right now, it is more important than ever that the Spaniards win. They need to win, they need to go home with that star, and they need to shove it in the Federation's faces and tell them that if they want a second, they better fucking start listening.

#Jorge vilda #selección española #fútbol femenino #selección española de fútbol femenino #spain #spain's football #spain's women's football #spain's national women's football team #world cup #football world cup #world cup 2023 #fifa women's world cup 2023 #fifa #fifa women's world cup #football #2023 fifa women's world cup #2023 women's world cup #women's sports #women's football

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theglitchywriterboi · 1 year

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vent post- [Under read more cause it's a lot. TL;DR, I fucking hate my oldest brother so much & for a lot of reasons other than whats in this post]

So my older brother, who we'll just call N, asked my little brother & I to take out the garbage [bathroom & kitchen] and recycle today, but he didn't have any time he wanted it done, just by today cause the garbage & recycle comes tomorrow [or Friday depending on when you see this]. So my little brother had started on the recycle & asked when I wanted to do the bathroom garbage [it normally overflows so its a two person job] And... Well its easier if I break it down like this:

Little Brother: "So do you wanna do the bathroom garbage at 10:30"

Oldest Brother [We'll call him S]: "No you're not doing it then" [Keep in mind he was already hostile in tone***]

Little brother: "... Why???"

S: "Because I go to sleep at 11PM, you're doing it now" [two things to note: He's almost NEVER in bed at 11 or even preparing at 11. Most nights he's still playing video games at 12 to 1AM. And also he's still being rude/hostile, he's not at all being calm or nice about any of this. For him talking just imagine his tone is rude/hostile]

Little brother: "How does us doing it at 10:30 interfere with that..."

S: "BECAUSE !! You guys are gonna take a while to get it done !! And why wait ?!"

Little brother: "Because I don't want to do it now. And it literally doesn't take long"

[This goes on a little longer, S tells us [not once did he ASK we do it sooner, he repeatedly told us we're doing it now] He also said we're doing the recycle now, to which Little brother said "Thats what I'm trying to do now jackass" & S didn't reply]

Me, to little brother: "Just get me when you wanna do it" *Walks to my room cause I'm holding shit & I don't wanna argue w/ him*

S: *More about how we're doing it now*

Me: *Doesn't reply cause of already stated reasons*

S: "Really [my name] you're gonna be like that???"

Me: "I'm putting stuff away oh my god..." [Yeah not super nice to walk away/not reply while hes talking, but he was being really rude][ALSO I SHOULD SAY he has this tent in the living room - it's like a big curtain that all his stuff is in & that he was in, so he wasn't seeing us he was just yelling at us]

S: *Tbh I wasn't really listening because he was still being rude, but basically being mad I didn't reply*

So I took a beat to not have to deal w/ him, like less than five minutes. I typed on my phone basically saying "Lets just do it now so he stops being an asshole" & showed it to little brother. Do you know how long it took us to do it ?

FUCKING SIX MINUTES [and thats w/ a buffer, we set a timer & it had only passed 5 minutes when we finished]. So when we came out we were being a bit cocky about it if I'm being honest. [But note that while we knew he could hear, we weren't talking TO him or purposely being loud about it, we were talking in normal speaking voices]

Little brother: "Wow that too sooooooo long !!!"

Me: "I know right ?!?! Its almost midnight !!"

S *Yelling*: "I SAID I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IDK WHY YOU GUYS ARE BEING ASSES ABOUT IT, GODFORBID YOU'RE ASKED TO DO ANYTHING"

[Which like... We were literally ALREADY doing it when he started demanding we do it now.... And the only reason we get upset when he "asks" us to do stuff, is because he almost never asks, he normally demands & is an asshole about it..]

Idk, maybe this makes it look like little brother & I are just as bad as he is - which maybe. But he's always so rude about everything. Also if he had just been a normal human about it & went "Hey, I'm going to bed at 11, do you mind doing it sooner ?" *We say it doesn't take long at all* "Oh, I'm sure it doesn't but just to be safe I'd prefer if it was done sooner, especially since I might turn in sooner" We would've done it then w/ no issue, the problem was he was being a fucking asshole about it. Also maybe its worth mentioning MOST of the garbage in the bathroom is his used tissues. Like I'm not even exaggerating.

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f1-my-beloved · 2 years

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Late Night Text

Late night texts with lance? Let's go!

Warning:kinda suggestive?? You wanted to be flirty but he decided to be sweet.

Your head pressed against the soft pillows, your body wrapped in warm blankets, and a smile that you can't shake decorated your face. The only light illuminating the room was coming from your phone as you held it close to you, not caring how bad the blue light in the darkness of the night is affecting your eyesight, as you waited, excitedly, for Lance's next texts.

It started like every other habitual conversation you had with him; checking up on him since he was far away from you, telling him about your day and gossiping around. You had every intention to wish him a goodnight, for you had to wake up early and he had practice in the morning. This what you wanted to happen, but it didn't go that way. Not when the slight teasing and jokes turned to soft moments. "Are you going to have a nightmare now?" you asked him jokingly; if he was around you would've raised an eyebrow seductively, a smirk playing on your lips. "No, don't worry, I'll think of you." the reply made you blush slightly, feeling bad that he was being soft while all you wanted to do was to make him as flustered as you possibly could. "Ugh Lance. Babe, you could've played along. Now I feel bad" not wishing to make it obvious how giddy you are. Your fingers trembled as you watched his reply showing on your screen "No, no worries. It's cute" The blush on your face intensifying, glad that this conversation is happening in the confines of your room, away from everybody.

"Stop it Lance! Stop being so cute! You're making me blush, and I feel bad for thinking this conversation would've lead somewhere else." You were being serious, all you wanted was to flirt with him, then leave him hanging as you slipped into dreamland, but now, he was being so cute, made your heart beat faster, and you're sure there's no way you could go to bed anytime soon. "I don't mind either way, my love." The fact that he was being so respectful, knowing that his eyes are honeyed with love and affection is making the butterfly in your stomach go on a roller-coaster. "Gosh Lance, go to sleep. You're really in a weird mood tonight!" He wasn't really, it's normal of him, when it hit past midnight, to turn into a mushy lovey dovey Lance. "You're just being like that cause it's late, you're probably sleepy!" You texted him again, fast, shutting down any response he was typing out. But he always had something to say, to make your heart clench with love "And is there something wrong with that?" Gosh, what is he doing to you?! And you know, if he was here with you, his voice would've been barely above a whisper, warm and laced with a mix of sleepiness and comfort. His gaze would've been intense as he looked down at you. And to make matters worse, his next text made you shiver, made you realize just how in love you really were with that man "If it bothers you, I can stop." And your heart immediately stopped, begging to keep reading his sweet words, yearning to tell him just how much he means to you too "No, I really like it. I really like the sweet Lance. I also like the ambitious Lance, the funny Lance, the teasing Lance, the humble Lance... I just like all of you. Oh gosh Lance!! Why are you making me confess all over again?!" You really couldn't stop smiling now. Your body once cold because of the winter, now warming up. Any scar in your heart, now healing up. Any doubt and knot in the jumble of your thoughts, now long forgotten, replaced with nothing but genuine love and tenderness. "Gosh that was sweet. I like all of you too my love."

And you can't take it anymore. You really want to wrap your arms around him, press your lips against his and let the pure affection you had for him bleed into him. You wanted to look into his chocolate brown eyes, get lost in their sugary sweetness. You wanted to melt in his embrace, you wanted, you longed, you needed to be with your other half. And you're sure he felt the same, he was desperate to be by your side again, to smell you and touch you, caress your skin with his calloused hands, just be with you. And it was all becoming too intense, you had to break the tension, you wanted to breathe again "Juuuuust like me?" you teased. And you knew je was rolling his eyes, a sheepish smile on his face as he typed out his response "Blablabla. I love you... All of you my love."

#f1 #formula 1 #lance stroll x reader #lance x reader #lance stroll #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

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peakyscillian · 3 years

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Break | Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader | One Shot - Prompt |

Summary: Based off of the break up prompt lists. "I've thought about it. All night. And I think we both should take a break." & "I loved you. And I don't think I could ever forget you. Had things never gone south, I'd— I would've grown old with you. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore." Warnings: Language, heartbreak. Request: Anon. A/N: Okkkk I struggled to break up with Cillian because why would I?. This has a little bit of Joe Cole x reader as well. I'm so sorry if I also break your hearts wirth this! Let me know if you want to be on my taglist!

•Break•

You had given up and decided to head to bed once the clock turned to midnight, you were waiting up for your boyfriend. You'd been doing that alot lately. Cillian would wander in whenever he pleased, not letting you know where he was or had been. You were barely exchanging words when you were around each other, and the last time you'd been intimate was a distant memory.

The thought of not even having him try to kiss your face all over when he returned from a few weeks filming was enough to make you hiccup out a sob as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, you were losing him and you had no clue what had caused it.

You threw back the heavy duvet, climbing under it, you grabbed for his pillow it smelt just like him and you needed that right now,you needed to know you could have something of him close. The bedroom door opening and the light from the hall signalled he was back, you hadn't seen him since 7am that morning you were rushing out the door to work, had managed to slip a kiss to his cheek as he busied himself with making breakfast, he had grumbled a see ya later as you closed the door behind you.

Rolling over you watched as he undressed, dropped his clothes into the hamper just inside the wardrobe and headed for the bathroom, you heard the shower turn on, with a sigh you left the bed, opening the bathroom door you sat on the marble side, waiting for him to finish.

His blue eyes flicked over you as he stepped out, your eyes trailed over his body the carved out abs on his stomach, his broad shoulders all the working out for Peaky Blinders was paying off. "Do you even love me, anymore?" you asked arms folded across your chest, Cillian stopped dead in his tracks only moving to wrap a towel around his waist, the water dropping from his hair onto his back. His muscles flexed as his huffed out a breath ""I've thought about it. All night. And I think we both should take a break" his voice was calm, carefully measured he hadn't turned to look at you. Without a word you moved from the side, biting back tears you left the bathroom, heart shattering with every step. Grabbing the pillow you had been curled into you snatched your phone from the bedside table, the charger and your laptop. Cillian had appeared from the bathroom. You looked at him, the hurt evident on your face "I'll be gone tomorrow" you didn't look back as you left your shared room, heading for the guest room furthest away so he wouldn't hear your heartbreak even more. Sure enough the next mornig, you were gone and Cillian knew he'd made the biggest mistake. *** Cillian spotted you sat out on the terrace, of course you would be here, you'd spent years of your life around his castmate, years of friendship formed between you all. Of course you'd be celebrating Paul and Annie's engagement with them. He just wasn't prepared to see you with Joe, you hadn't spoke to him at all in the year since he broke up with you, you had made sure the house was cleared whilst he was away and you'd definitely diverted his calls. You were sat at the table, in a simple denim summer dress, your hair was shorter but it suited you, you were leaning in close to Joe, his smile was definitely down to you, you always knew how to make people happy. He knew how bad he'd treated you, how he'd left you wondering every evening at home, whether he'd return or not. The press and pressure of your age had got to him, he needed a private life craved one but the fact he'd stepped out with you half his age and so open had pulled his life into the spotlight, he couldn't deal with it so he had hurt you in the process. Helen and Natasha had told him about your relationship with Joe, with how it had all happened so naturally after you had reappeared from hiding away from them all, Joe trying his hardest to mend your heart. Sophie had been so angry with him, told him he was selfish and ridiculous to think anything outside of your relationship mattered so much that he had to break your heart that way. Cillian just hadn't expected to have to deal with seeing you curled into Joe's side, dropping kisses to his cheek the way you had with him and then you were walking up the path to the kitchen where he'd been hiding. You had stalled slightly at the sight of him, the sight of him there in front of you, after a year of avoiding him, you had childishly ignored his calls not wanting to hear him reason with you over his decision, not wanting to hear his stupid excuses. You walked past him, straight to the bathroom in the hall, stealing a few extra minutes to catch your breath after that familiar scent of his aftershave caught your senses and knocked the breath from your lungs. It had took you months to even want to speak to anyone about him, Helen had held you so many times as you sobbed, as you cursed her closest friend, wished him some kind of pain like the one he had caused you. Joe had took you out on a friend date, something to make you feel normal and then at the end of the night his lips had brushed yours and you felt so many emotions, you'd cried right there on your doorstep, he wrapped you tight in his arms, rocked you on the sofa whispered promises you weren't sure you could believe.

You had believed them though, you'd let him in even with the fear of judgement from others, about moving on within the group but he had brushed all those fears away, he'd let everyone know when you were ready and the support was enormous everyone just wanted you happy. Cillian was waiting outside the bathroom, he need to speak to you, he needed to hear your honey coated voice once more, it had been too long. "Hi y/n" he spoke softly not to make you jump. You smiled at him, not quite reaching your eyes "Hey Cill, how are you?" you had took the polite route, you didn't want to ruin Paul and Annie's day. Cillian had nodded sipping from his drink, a little shocked at how easily his nickname had left your lips "fine, yeah good, you?" You lent against the wall "great thanks" you bit at your lip eyes darting across his face, his hair was longer his preffered style, he looked tired but you knew he'd be out in New York filming for a new movie, Helen sometimes couldn't help but mention him. "does he treat you right?" Cillian couldn't help himself, he needed to ask. You let out a small laugh "He does thank you for the concern, but really you didn't exactly treat me right towards the end"

He deserved that he knew he did but it didn't hurt any less "You never let me apologise for that" You simply rolled your eyes "I loved you. And I don't think I could ever forget you. Had things never gone south, I'd— I would've grown old with you. I'm so sorry, but I can't do this anymore" you pushed away from the wall, heading back out into the garden. Cillian watched you go, watched as Joe greeted you half way back to the table, concern on his face, he watched as you reassured him, kissing him hand squeezing at his arm, he knew that touch he knew how that felt and he had to try his hardest to hold back his emotions as you turned to look right at him, giving him a small smile before taking your seat again. Cillian made his way to his own seat, next to Finn and Sophie who turned to include him in the conversation, his heart pounding at the fact he really had lost you now, and he only had himself to blame. *** Taglist. @queenshelby @cloudofdisney @janelongxox @datewithgianni @elenavampire21 @magicalpieex

#Cillian Murphy #Cillian x fem!reader #Cillian one shot #my writing #my writing prompts #whewwww ok this broke my heart writing it #Joe Cole x Fem!Reader #prompt list #fic request #Joe Cole #im going to need to lay down and sob #i cant think of Cillian breaking my heart #any longer #Break

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sagefzy · 3 years

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PART FOUR: POPCORN AND GREEN TEA

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You tapped your foot on the pavement, anxious to finally meet the eyes of your old friend. The feeling of excitement was almost overwhelming all your senses, the only thing you could focus on was the plain, faded brown door in front of you. Quickly, you sent Suna a text to let him know of your arrival, however in the corner of your eye, you suddenly noticed two figures approaching. You shrugged it off, thinking that it was just two guys passing by on a walk, but rather than walking past the house, they stepped up the driveway slowly drawing near you.

Hearing Ennoshita's words in your mind about being aware of your surroundings, you discreetly glanced back observing the two. But, much to your surprise, it was the exact two guys who bombarded you at the supermarket yesterday. Well, actually, more like the one blond who smashed a shopping cart into your heel, blubbering apologies and looking away, while the other one stood there and watched the whole incident play out.

You watched them for what seemed like forever. Could they possibly be Suna's friends? No, the whole thing seemed too coincidental, surely that couldn't be the case. Not willing to take the chance, you took out your phone once more in hopes to get Suna to clarify that those were, indeed, not his friends. Unfortunately for you, it appeared that the universe had decided to make you a pawn in its game because the two of them were, indeed, his friends.

You let out a heavy sigh, you could already tell that the next few hours would be nothing but awkward stares and embarrassing conversations. Not wanting to ruin your one day of freedom- the one day where you didn't have to listen to your dad's constant yells, telling you how much of a disappointment you are- the one day where you didn't have to sit in front of the piano all day just to feel some sort of gratification. It was then that you decided to just ignore the situation, and pretend as if the blond wasn't the reason that the back of your foot was wrapped in a bandage. For all Suna knew, this was you guys' first encounter, so be it.

Right as the door opened, your eyes were drawn to the tall green-eyed boy who you used to spend every day with as a young kid. "Y/N, so glad you're here!" Suna smiled, as he went in for a quick hug. "Those two behind you are Atsumu and Osamu." He introduced, pointing to the two that were now directly behind you. The blond looked absolutely horrified, stealing brief glimpses at the bandage that hugged your heel, the other one, however, stared back with a nonchalant smile. "They may have almost the same face, but the one with the ugly piss-colored hair is Atsumu, and the normal looking one is Osamu."

You grinned back at the two, showcasing your brightest smile, hoping that they'd get the message to not bring up the fact that this was not your first encounter. You were going to introduce yourself to the two, but the blond seemed to beat you to cut. "How come Samu is the normal one?" He whined.

Suna snickered, "Because Osamu doesn't act like a dramatic brat who needs his hand held every damn second of the day."

Suna's blunt words made you softly chuckle, there was something in friendly banter that just made it so pure and innocent. You looked up at the two, noticing that the blond's expression had softened after hearing your giggles. With the brief moment of silence at hand, you decided to take this as the moment to introduce yourself. "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you Atsumu and Osamu."

"Well now that we got introductions out of the way, why don't we go inside and find something to do," Suna suggested.

"Rinny, can we watch a movie?" You asked excitedly. The last time you had watched a movie was when you hung out with Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Ennoshita before leaving Miyagi, and your dad hardly ever let you engage in anything other than school work or piano, making it a rare treasure.

Suna nodded, "Watching a movie it is."

As all of you entered the house, you couldn't help but hear the blond, Atsumu mutter to his brother, "If I called 'm Rinny I think he'd punch me on the spot."

A smile quickly reappeared on your face as you heard his brother respond, "I don't know, I'll give ya one thousand yen to put it to the test."

"No, I think I'll choose life," He giggled.

You found your way to the couch and swiftly pulled out your phone, eager to let your friends know your current situation. The whole scene sounded like something straight out of a book.

You clicked your phone off and turned your attention to the aroma that seemed to be emerging from the kitchen. The familiar scent, caramel popcorn and green tea, jogged an almost forgotten memory of your childhood. An unlikely duo, yet even as a child you couldn't get enough of the weird combination. No one would've ever thought to put the two together, but it just worked.

You almost laughed at the sight. Suna walked out of the kitchen juggling three bowls of caramel popcorn, three bottles of energy drinks, and, of course, your mug of green tea. Since he had such little grace, you got up and lent a helping hand. "No, no you're my guest and you're injured go sit back down," Suna scolded.

"Well it's too late, I'm already here, so I'll just take some of that off your hand," You said while grabbing the mug of tea and the three energy drinks. You walked over to the twins and handed them each their bottle.

"Say what happened to yer foot over there?" Osamu asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah you never told me what you did to your foot, Y/N," Suna added as he placed the remaining bowls on the side table.

"It's not a big deal I just scraped myself with glass while unpacking," You blurted. You hoped that the lie was convincing enough, but to be honest, scraping yourself with glass sounded way more believable than being run over with a shopping cart.

"I see, sorry to hear that," Osamu responded in an almost surprise-like manner. You thought that maybe he expected you to call out his brother, however you decided to stick with your initial decision of ignoring the situation to save your night from awkwardness. His expression only got more surprised as he realized the unusual food combination you were eating. For only eating caramel popcorn with green tea, he looked as if you were committing a crime against food.

"Green tea with caramel popcorn?" He asked.

With no shame you nodded your head. "Don't knock it until you try it, it's my favorite combo in the world. I can never get enough of it."

Suna sighed, "Yeah, it's no use to convince her otherwise it's been more than a solid seven years since i last saw her and she still likes it."

The night ended almost as quickly as it started. Although you were initially worried about it being awkward, your worries were soon rested once Osamu started explaining his love of cooking. You both talked endlessly about all sorts of sweets and savory foods you both enjoyed indulging in. However, his twin, on the other hand, barely talked as he aimlessly played around with his phone.

Your eyes noticed the time on the nearby clock, the numbers displaying that it was near midnight. Your stomach instantly knotted, if your dad wasn't asleep, you for sure were going to get an ear full when you arrived home. You picked up your phone, and smiled at Suna and Osamu who's chest softly rose up and down as they slept.

You stood up quietly, getting Atsumu's attention. You didn't expect him to do or say anything since he'd been quite dull the entire night, but it seemed like this was a night of surprises. "Yer not planning to go all the way to the bus stop by yerself now are ya?" He asked.

"Well I'm not waking either of them so they can escort me if that's what you're asking," you responded "But, you're more than welcome to join me if it'll put your mind at ease." You fully expected him to not care, however he grabbed his jacket next to him and stood up, walking over to where you stood by the front door.

He quietly opened the door, careful to not make a creaking noise. "After you," He said as he directed you out of the house. The crisp winter air hit your face, your whole body jolted from the sudden change of temperatures. "Don't suppose yer cold now?" He asked, probably noticing your shivering. You replied by shaking your head and continued on the trail to the bus stop.

The rest of the walk was mostly silent, neither one of you knowing what to say. This was definitely uncharacteristically of Atsumu, anyone who'd even slightly know him would expect him to be chatting your ear off with overdramatized commentary. However, things seemed to be different in this situation, there was an eerie feeling about you that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Of course, it didn't help that your first encounter with him was him, in fact, running a shopping cart into you, but it wasn't just that. Maybe it was the way you presented yourself, in an almost sickening sweet-like manner. It all felt artificial, like a facade.

"Well this is it," you said, snapping him out of his thoughts, "Just in time for the last bus, thanks for walking with me." You turned around to enter the vehicle but before you could, a hand made its way to your arm. You immediately flinched at the contact, pulling away at the light hold he had on you.

"I'm sorry I just- i um," He started, trying to find a way to word what he wanted to say. "I wanted to say that 'm sorry for yesterday, it was kind of a shitty thing to do, and 'm also sorry for not really talking all that much today, ya seem really nice and I'm usually not this bad when it comes to meeting new people. And, I totally ruined the night by ignoring you I-"

You lightly laughed, "It's alright, plus any friend of Rin's, is a friend of mine, and you didn't ruin tonight at all, I thought it was perfect." You both smiled back at each other, not saying anything for a moment. You cleared your throat, "Um, I'll see you around, have a good night, Atsumu."

He watched as you entered the bus. A small smile made it on his face as he watched you wave goodbye from the bus window. He waved back and muttered under his breath, "Good night, Y/N."

The bus ride was only about ten minutes. Anxiously, you opened the door to your house, hoping that by some miracle your dad would be sound asleep. The old door slightly creaked, you peaked inside and all your worries flushed away as you saw your dad passed out on the couch. Granted he was passed out drunk, at least that's what you gathered by the four bottles of empty beer that laid at his feet.

Even for you, life wasn't as perfect as it seemed. As much as you wanted it to be, as much as you led people on to think that it was, it just wasn't. The worst part of it was that deep down, you felt accountable for it all. Maybe if you would've been just a little better at piano, you could've achieved your perfect life.

You reached your bedroom and exhaustedly plopped down on your bed. You glanced at the picture of your mother on your bedside table. Her long hair glided down her lavender dress, her face gleaming with a smile. In one hand she held her violin and the other held an award deeming her the best violinist in the nation. She was talented, beautiful, intelligent, and made your dad happy. She was absolutely everything you weren't, and your dad made sure to remind you everyday.

Life before she died was perfect. You could never recall a memory of you being sad around her. Before you closed your eyes, you whispered, "I wish I was perfect like you."

fun facts !

Whenever Atsumu doesn't know how to address a situation, he just goes on his phone and plays angry birds.

If you're ever bored, Osamu will talk forever about all the different ways you can cook the same recipe.

Suna can never stay awake during a movie night, he always falls asleep somehow.

Before getting into volleyball, the twins' mother tried to get them into violin, however that quickly failed once Atsumu broke his bow on the second day of lessons.

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smau written by @sagefzy

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Folklore [song series]

this is me trying

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years.

word count: 3592

[a/n: I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to update this and my other story. i’ve been busy with school and work. thank you for your continued patience and support]

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Age: 20 Year: Dec. 2014 Location: Brooklyn, NY

"How have you been James?”

Bucky looks out the window to his right. Hands grasped together in his lap as he sits on the dark green sofa across from the woman he's been seeing for the last 5 months.

He ponders the question, making sure to answer it honestly. He looks back at her giving her his full attention again.

"Good," he answers truthfully, a small smile planted on his face. Life has been good. School is going incredibly well. My job is going better than I could've imagined. Really learning a lot."

"How are things going with Natasha?" The older lady asks.

“Great. Really great," Bucky says with a slightly bigger smile.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that," she smiles back, proud to the see progress James has made since his first visit moths ago.

After the blow up he and Steve had, Bucky fell into a depressive state. He refused to talk to anyone about what had happened. It wasn't until his younger sister Rebecca came to talk to him:

"I get you don't want to talk to any of us about what happened last week," she said as Bucky laid in bed looking out the window, his back facing her, "But you can't just stay in bed, hiding for the world. Starving yourself isn't going to solve anything.

"Sulking is only going to make you worse. It's not healthy, Buck. We're all worried. Ma is incredibly worried. She's barely been eating. I hear her wandering the house at all hours, because she can't sleep."

"You don't want to talk to us, fine. But you need to talk to someone. If not for yourself, but for Ma. Please," she begs, before leaving Bucky alone to ponder what she said.

He knew he wasn't coping the healthy way. He hadn't realized how much he was affecting his family by shutting down. The last thing he wanted to do was worry his mother. So he got himself up, took a shower, ate breakfast with his family. They were surprised to see him come down, but tried not to draw any extra attention to it. Rebecca gave him an understanding nod, which he reciprocated. After breakfast, he began his research. He decided to listen to Rebecca's advice and find someone to talk to someone to help him make sense of what is going on in his mind.

And that's how he ended up in Dr. Abraham's office.

"Have you contacted Steve yet?" She asks.

"No," he answered fiddling with his fingers, "I feel embarrassed about the way I reacted."

"That's normal, James," she assured him, "But in order to repair any damage that's been cost, you need to talk to Steve. To move forward. From what you've told me he's a very understanding person. I'm sure once you've apologized and explain to him the steps you've taken to help your mental health, I'm sure he'd be willing to accept you back into his life."

"I'm not so sure," he looked down at his hands.

"You won't know until you've tried. Listen, I'm not here to tell you what to do or what not to do. I'm just here to help you navigate your thoughts a little better. In a more healthy way. If you're really serious about living a more healthier mental life, I think you should talk to him. You don't want to really throw this lifelong friendship away, do you?"

"No, I don't," he shakes his head.

"Good. Remember to be honest," she tells him, "Vulnerability isn't a bad thing. Your feelings aren't a nuisance. it's how you handle them is what matters. I'm not saying you have to talk to him as soon as you walkout of here. I just want you to start making the notion of doing so. Our time is just about up, how about we do this. Some homework for the week.

"I want you to write a letter to Steve. Bring it in next week, you don't have to read it. But I would like to discuss it. What do you say?"

"Okay, I could do that," he agreed.

Christmas week

Steve and Elizabeth flew back home a few days before Christmas. They put their bags in the trunk of their rental car.

The car ride was silent for awhile, both tired after a long flight, now sitting in traffic on their way back to their parents' place. This would be their first time back to Brooklyn since the whole Bucky situation. The road trip back to California was fun, but there was a looming sadness over Steve. It's not like he regrets standing up to Bucky he doesn't. He just wishes thing would've played out differently. He really wished Bucky would've talked to him before he left back to California.

"How are you feeling about being back?" Elizabeth asks, while they sat in traffic.

"I don't know," Steve sighs, "Feels weird going back home and not talking to Bucky."

"Maybe you should try calling him. It's been a few months. I'm sure he'd be willing to hear you out," she said, rubbing his right arm.

"I don't want to push him," Steve said through gritted teeth, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter.

Bucky had been a touchy subject the last few months. During the first month Elizabeth would ask Steve if he'd heard from him, the answer always being no, followed by Steve shutting down. After that Elizabeth stopped asking, noticing how much it was affecting Steve, but the constant reminder of it wasn't helping. She knew that if Bucky ever did call, Steve would tell her. The only thing she could do was be patient and be there for Steve whenever he needed her.

The holidays kept everyone busy. On Christmas Eve. Steve spent it with Elizabeth's family at her grandma's house. Elizabeth found herself watching Steve play with her younger cousins, she couldn't help but giggle when they roped him into a tea party. She found herself imagining a future where Steve would do the same with their own children. She quickly shook the daydream away. Reprimanding herself a little for even thinking about kids at their young age.

On Christmas morning Elizabeth and Steve spent it with his parents. It was a nice peaceful day just lounging around in their pajamas. For dinner, Elizabeth's parents went over to have dinner at the Rogers' house. It was a nice little send off dinner for their parents who were leaving for Mexico to spend the New Years for a couples' getaway.

Elizabeth and Steve were heading to the Hamptons to spent NYE with Wanda, Thor, Loki, and Scott. They had planned to have a nice, peaceful trip.

While Steve and Elizabeth were at the Hamptons, Bucky and Natasha were spending their NYE at his family's beach cottage in Port Washington.

They were cuddled on the couch surrounded by take out containers, watching the New Years Eve special waiting for midnight to happen.

Bucky got up about 15 minutes to midnight to grab something from the kitchen. He walked back into the room with a new bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes.

"Got some champagne," he said holding it up for Natasha to see.

"Um," Natasha awkwardly shifted in her seat, "Actually about that."

Bucky looked at Nat confused, putting the bottle and flutes down on the coffee table before sitting back down next to her.

"What's wrong" he asked, grabbing the tv remote to mute the tv, and give Natasha his full undivided attention.

"So there's something I haven't told you," she says looking down at her fidgeting fingers.

"You're worrying me Nat," Bucky said, grabbing her hands to help ease her nerves

She looked up to meet his worry filled eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she announced.

Bucky eyes widen at her announcement, instantly dropping her hands. The look on her face showing she was telling the truth.

"How is that possible?" He asks in disbelief, "We've been so careful. We use double the protection. Condoms and you're on the pill."

"Actually about that," she nervously shifted under his intense gaze, "I haven't been on birth control in a little over two months."

"What?" Bucky yelled, quickly rising from his seat, "What do you mean you haven't been on birth control in a little over two months?"

"I got off of it," she shrugged trying to play it off, "It's my body and I can do what I want with it. And I just wanted to give my body a break, I've been on the pill since I was 15."

"I get it's your body, Natasha, I'm all for you doing whatever you want," he stresses, "but you should've told me. I'm your boyfriend, we have sex frequently. You should've at least had the respect of your sexual partner, letting him know that you were no longer on birth control. So in that case I could've been a tad more careful."

"We were using condoms," she half heartedly defended herself.

"They aren't 100% effective Natasha," he gripped his hair, in complete disbelief over this entire conversation, "You even know that. That also doesn't defend yourself for not telling me. You should've told me."

"I'm sorry. It's not like I was planning for this to happen," she yelled.

Bucky just stared at her like she just grew two heads. How is she not freaking out, he thought. They were clearly way too young for this. Which is why they took precautionary measures.

After a few moments of silence Natasha spoke up, "I'm keeping the baby."

Bucky didn't know what to say. He felt the room closing in on him. He started having a hard time catching his breath.

"James," Natasha quietly said, getting up to check on him. He raised his hand, silently telling her to stay where she's at.

He headed for the back door, the house felt too suffocating for him. He walked through the the small yard to the gate that led to the beach. Stumbling around.

To a stranger they would just think he's drunk. In reality he was just having a panic attack.

It was all too much. His mind was racing.

She's pregnant. With a baby. My baby. I'm going to have a kid. I'm going to be a dad. I'm not ready to be a dad. My dad was shit. God I can't be like my dad. I'm not ready for all of this.

He put his hands on his knees, hunched over trying to catch his breath. But he just couldn't. He did the only thing he could think of. He pulled out his phone and dialed the only person he knew would help.

Steve and Elizabeth were laughing with their friends, waiting for the countdown to begin. Steve felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He moved his shoulder off of the back of the couch, where Elizabeth was cuddled up against.

He pulled his phone out and his heart dropped at the name that appeared. He quickly got up and walked out of the living room and upstairs to the room where he was staying in for the week.

Wanda raised her eyebrow at Elizabeth, who just shrugged her shoulders, equally as confused.

"Bucky?" Steve answered the phone, closing the door behind him. He could hear Bucky hyperventilating on the other side.

"Steve," he tried to get out.

"Buck, what's wrong?" Steve asked, pressing the phone even closer to his ear the sound of everyone downstairs counting down to midnight.

"Steve, I-," Bucky was struggling to get out.

"Buck, please try to calm down," Steve stressed, "Inhale, hold it for a few seconds and then exhale. You need to calm down. I can't help you, if I can't understand you."

Bucky tried his best to calm himself down, with Steve talking him through it.

"Now, can you explain to me what's wrong?" Steve asked, hearing Bucky's breathing leveling out more.

"I-I'm not re-ready Steve," Bucky stutters, sniffling his nose.

"It's okay take your time, I'm here whenever you're ready."

"No, it's Natasha.”

"What's Natasha? Is she okay?" Steve questioned, getting more concerned.

"Yes, she's fi-ine," he stuttered again, trying to say the words.

"Where are you Buck?" Steve asked, looking around for his shoes and keys.

"I'm at the beach cottage."

"I'm in the Hamptons. Is there any way you can meet me back at my place?"

"Yeah, I think I can," Bucky said a bit more calmer now.

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

When midnight struck Elizabeth went upstairs to check on Steve, making sure everything was okay. She could hear him on the phone talking to Bucky, trying to calm him down. She waited outside of the door to give them some privacy.

Twenty minutes later Wanda went to go check on them, to find Elizabeth sitting on the floor.

"Is everything okay?" She whispered.

"I don't know," she answered, "I'm waiting for Steve. You can head back down, I'll be down shortly."

"Okay. We're here if you guys need anything," Wanda said before walking back down.

After another 25 minutes Elizabeth heard Steve hang up the phone. She softly knocked on the door, and let herself in. She walked in to see Steve frantically going around the room collecting his things.

"Steve is everything okay?"

"It's Buck. He called me while he was having a panic attack. Something about Natasha," he tells her.

"Is she okay?"

"I think so. I was able to calm him down. I need to get back home," he said putting his things in his suitcase.

"Okay. I completely understand. Do you want me to go with you for the drive?" She asked.

"I don't want you to have to cut your time here short," he says, feeling guilty for bringing this on her.

"Steve, something is clearly going on with Bucky. I want you to go to him, but maybe it's best if I drove. I haven't had a drink in hours, and you seem too frantic. Please let me help," she pleaded, placing her hand on his stopping him.

Steve looked up and noticed the worry on Elizabeth's face.

"Okay," he gave in, "We'll need to leave as soon as we can."

Elizabeth nodded, quickly grabbing her weekender bag and start shoving things in. If they forgot anything's he knew Wanda would bring it back.

They said their quick goodbyes and were on the road within 5 minutes, with Elizabeth behind the wheel and Steve fidgeting in the passenger seat.

Bucky took a few minutes to himself on the beach, trying to make sure his anxiety was at rest before he headed back inside. When he entered the house, Natasha shot up from her seat.

"Happy New Years," she awkwardly said, trying to cut the obvious tension.

"Umm," Bucky scratched his head looking everywhere but at Natasha, "We need to leave."

"What?"

"I mean, you can stay if you want and I'll pick you up tomorrow," he rephrased, "But I can't stay here. I need to go. Steve is meeting me at his house."

"Steve?" She was taken back by that mention, not expecting to hear Bucky say his name. He hasn't mentioned Steve in months.

"Yeah, I called him," Bucky says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well that's good right?"

"Yeah, listen. I really need to go, so are you going to stay or come with me?"

"To see Steve?"

"No. I would drop you off at your place," he tells her, "I'm seeing Steve alone."

"Will she be there?"

Natasha didn't really know exactly why Steve and Bucky weren't talking, at first. Then she heard that Steve and Elizabeth were dating, and it all made sense. The only person that could tear Bucky and Steve apart. She never told Bucky that she knew. Figured it wasn't worth the fight. Especially not now when she was carrying his child.

To an outsider it might seem like she got pregnant on purpose, but that wasn't the case. She knew they were too young for this, at least that's what she thought when she first found out about the pregnancy a week ago. But now that she's sat with it she's taking it as a sign that this is meant to happen. She's just really hoping that Bucky would see it, if not now but eventually.

"Listen, Natasha, I don't have time for this," he looks her in the eyes, "Are you coming or not?"

"I'll get my bag," she remarked with a snark tone, walking passed him to their shared room.

A couple of hours later Bucky was pulling up in front of the Rogers' house. 2:15 am read the clock in his car. He looked to his right, out the passenger side window to see a dark figure sat on the front steps of the house.

Bucky took one last breath before exiting the vehicle.

As soon as he opened the front gate Steve stood up from where he was sat on the stairs.

Once Bucky approached him both young men threw their arms around each other. Gripping each other tightly, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. They stayed like that for awhile. Relishing in the comfort of being back in each other's arms. Their silent fight no longer important. All they knew in that moment was everything was going to be okay, because no matter what they'll always have each other.

Steve walked into his parents' living room holding two mugs of coffee. As he rounded the couch, he handed one to Bucky.

"Sorry, if I ruined any of your plans," Bucky apologized, "Tell Elizabeth I'm sorry for taking you away."

'Buck, don't worry about it," Steve waved him off, "She completely understands. And truth be told, I wasn't necessarily feeling in the New Year's mood."

"Yeah," Bucky sighs.

"Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?" Bucky nods his head, placing the coffee mug on the coffee table in front of him. He shifted his body to the left to face Steve.

"She's pregnant," he announces.

"What?" Steve asked, not expecting that to be the reason, he quickly placed his mug next to Bucky's.

"Yeah, my reaction exactly," Bucky said.

"What? How?"

"Apparently Natasha hasn't been on the pill in a couple of months," Bucky explains, "And even though we always used condoms, they aren't exactly 100% effective."

"Did you know she wasn't on the pill?"

"Nope," Bucky tells him, "If I knew I wouldn't been a bit more cautious."

"So she told you she was pregnant?" Steve said getting back to it.

"Yeah. She was so nonchalant about it. Like it was no big deal," Bucky stressed,

"How is she just so calm. We're not prepared for this. I'm not ready for this Steve. I can't be a dad. I don't even know how to be a decent human being."

"That's not true Buck," Steve disagreed.

"Come on Steve, we haven't talked in months, and we both know it's not because you didn't try," Bucky says, "I was so caught up in my own jealousy. And selfishness, that I never even considered your feelings or Elizabeth's. And I don't think I can ever make it up to you for treating you like you're nothing to me."

"You were hurt," Steve tried to excuse.

"Doesn't excuse the way I behaved," Bucky says, "I know that now."

"I've been seeing a therapist," Bucky informs him, "I never realized how much my mental health was taking a toll on those around me. So after our fight, I found someone to talk to. To work through the shit that's going on in my mind."

"How's that been going?" Steve asked.

"Good," Bucky gives a half smile, "Really good. She's good. I've realized a lot about myself that I didn't know. Working through all the issues I've had with my father leaving."

"That's good Buck. I'm proud of you, truly," Steve beamed, patting Bucky on the shoulder.

"I really am sorry for the way I behaved," Bucky repeated again.

"Buck, you really don't have to apologize again," Steve told him.

"I need to Steve," he said, "I can't believe I acted that way. I should've been happy for you and Elizabeth. I'm glad you two have each other. Seriously. I couldn't imagine her with anyone better, same goes for you. I won't cause any more issues for you two. It's not worth not having you in my life. You're my brother Steve, and I don't want to miss anything."

"Thanks, Buck. It really means a lot to me to hear that," Steve smiles, "Because I don't want to miss anything in your life also."

"Yeah, especially now," he says, the reality of why they're there dawning back.

"How are you feeling now about the baby?"

"I don't know, man," Bucky shakes his head, "I'm afraid I'm going to screw this up, like everything else."

"But now you're working on that," Steve reminds him, "And you're not going to be doing this alone. You have people who are always going to be there. I may be in California now, but I'm just a phone call away. You're not alone. But you do have to try Buck. That's all that you can ever do. Try your best, no one's asking you to be perfect, but as long as you're trying your best, that's what's important."

Age: 21 Year: 2015

The sounds of a baby crying woke Bucky up from his sleep in the early depths of the morning. He quietly and quickly got out of bed, making his way to the small New York kitchen to make a bottle.

He walked into the small nursery where the two-month-old baby wailed from hunger.

"It's okay," Bucky shushed gently, picking up the small baby, "Daddy's here."

He adjusted the small baby in his arms before placing the bottle in the baby's mouth.

"There you go," he encouraged the small one, as soon as he heard the sounds of the baby drinking.

Bucky sat down on the chair in the corner of the room, opposite of the crib. He just stared as the newborn drank their bottle, while simultaneously falling asleep. Even though he was completely exhausted, he had never felt more happier. More at peace with where his life was at.

As long as he kept trying his best, he knows he can do this for the rest of his life.

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The Butterfly Effect

Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting

At first, Janus thought he had the perfect first love. He met Remus while attending art school. Janus dabbled in all sorts of mediums. He worked at a local café as a barista and sold homemade jewelry on the side. He got a lot of attention from women due to his looks: long, unruly blonde hair, and a chiseled face, albeit soft eyes so as to not make him seem entirely unapproachable. But the older he got, the more he realized he was attracted to men. He met Remus by chance at a party. He was charming, but also loud and a little obnoxious, and definitely lewd. His ears and lips were littered with piercings, and his eyes were smeared messy black makeup. Still, Janus found him quite beautiful. And Remus even managed to get him out of his clothes before the end of the night, a feat no man had accomplished. Remus was a musician. He mostly played bass and guitar, and he loved to sing. He was assembling a band, and Janus tagged along with him to bars as a sort of groupie. Remus' raspy voice was like liquid sex. And they often spent the nights after his gigs tangled in each other's embrace, while Janus kissed the taste of smoke from his mouth. It was all sparks, all excitement with Remus. Every day felt like an adventure.

Janus was sitting at a bar by himself, so drunk he could barely see the glass in front of him. If his time with Remus was a movie, tonight would've been the tragic ending. He never expected to catch his lover with someone else. The sight of someone else in their bed was forever branded behind his eyes. He thought maybe he felt tears falling down his cheeks, but he was honestly too drunk to know if it was real or not. He stumbled out of the bar and tried to walk home, but collapsed in the street and decided to stay there. It wasn't like he could go back to his apartment now. He wasn't sure what he would even say to Remus. More than anything, he wanted to scream at him until he had no voice. How could he throw away everything they had built up until now?

Logan sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. This always happened. He said he would work a little overtime, and then suddenly it was past midnight. It wasn't like he minded work- he actually preferred being at work than being home. Logan lived alone, and didn't have any friends outside of his colleagues. It wasn't as if he had a partner to come home to, either. So if he could spend the night home alone, or earning money working, he would always choose the latter. He held his briefcase close and walked in a quick, calculated pace. He almost passed right by Janus, who was sitting slumped under a streetlight. It wasn't his style to meddle in the affairs of others. He usually kept to himself. But he thought Janus looked so much like a lost puppy, he couldn't help but stop and ask if he was alright.

"You shouldn't sit out here. It's getting cold, you might get sick." He says matter-of-factly. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

The image of Logan swirled around in Janus' vision. "So let me die here." He hiccuped. "I can't go home right now anyways."

Logan nodded and put his left foot forward to walk again, but stopped. Something in his gut was telling him not to go. "And...why is that, exactly?"

Janus dropped his head into his hands and let out a sob. "B- because I c- caught h- him with someone else."

Logan took a moment to assess this situation. This man had walked in on his lover cheating, and left to get drunk. Now he's sitting in the street with nowhere to go. Normally he would never invite a stranger into his home, but...this seemed like a special case. And that big, empty apartment was beginning to feel more and more like a prison cell with each passing day. Perhaps his heart was calling out for company, or atleast a change in routine.

He offered his free hand to Janus, who looked up at him, confused, his eyes red and puffy from crying the majority of the night.

"Come with me. I'll let you sleep on my couch, and we can talk in the morning when you're sober. But i'm locking my bedroom door, in case you're a serial killer. And if you vomit on anything, i'll be mailing you my dry cleaning bill." There was no humor in his voice or any quirk of a smile. It seemed he was deadly serious about that.

Janus wiped his tears with the back of his sleeve and weakly took Logan's hand, stumbling to his feet. He was too tired to question this stranger's kindness. He clung to his arm and tried his best to walk steady beside Logan on the way back to his apartment. Once they were there, he moved wordlessly to the couch and collapsed, passing out almost immediately. Logan turned to enter his room, locking the door as promised. He slipped out of his suit and into a pair of sweatpants, setting his glasses down on his nightstand and crawling under the sheets. Somehow, it was comforting to know someone else was there with him, even if he was a stranger. He slept soundly through the night, content with his good deed. Logan could've never anticipated that stopping to talk with Janus that night would change his life forever.

#fic #sanders sides #deceit #janus sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #idk i just felt like writing #no guarantee i will ever finish this

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PART FOUR: POPCORN AND GREEN TEA

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Suna snickered, "Because Osamu doesn't act like a dramatic brat who needs his hand held every damn second of the day."

"Well now that we got introductions out of the way, why don't we go inside and find something to do," Suna suggested.

Suna nodded, "Watching a movie it is."

As all of you entered the house, you couldn't help but hear the blond, Atsumu mutter to his brother, "If I called 'm Rinny I think he'd punch me on the spot."

A smile quickly reappeared on your face as you heard his brother respond, "I don't know, I'll give ya one thousand yen to put it to the test."

"No, I think I'll choose life," He giggled.

You found your way to the couch and swiftly pulled out your phone, eager to let your friends know your current situation. The whole scene sounded like something straight out of a book.

"Say what happened to yer foot over there?" Osamu asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah you never told me what you did to your foot, Y/N," Suna added as he placed the remaining bowls on the side table.

"Green tea with caramel popcorn?" He asked.

With no shame you nodded your head. "Don't knock it until you try it, it's my favorite combo in the world. I can never get enough of it."

Suna sighed, "Yeah, it's no use to convince her otherwise it's been more than a solid seven years since i last saw her and she still likes it."

He watched as you entered the bus. A small smile made it on his face as he watched you wave goodbye from the bus window. He waved back and muttered under his breath, "Good night, Y/N."

Life before she died was perfect. You could never recall a memory of you being sad around her. Before you closed your eyes, you whispered, "I wish I was perfect like you."

fun facts !

Whenever Atsumu doesn't know how to address a situation, he just goes on his phone and plays angry birds.

If you're ever bored, Osamu will talk forever about all the different ways you can cook the same recipe.

Suna can never stay awake during a movie night, he always falls asleep somehow.

Before getting into volleyball, the twins' mother tried to get them into violin, however that quickly failed once Atsumu broke his bow on the second day of lessons.

smau written by @sagefzy

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