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sc0tters · 9 months

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Behind Closed Doors | Trevor Zegras

summary: you and Trevor have been in a FWB relationship for over a year, but what happens when he gets jealous during your families yearly trip to the lake house?

song: I Can See You - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: jealous (and lowkey toxic Trevor), fwb relationship, mentions of sexual themes but nothing explicit.

word count: 1.54k

authors note: this is the first Hughes sibling piece that I have ever done! Trevor does honestly give me that toxic boy vibe sometimes so I’m hoping I’ve given it justice. if you want to see more or be apart of the 150 celly you can check the playlist out here!

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Everywhere you looked he was there.

Trevor had been apart of the steady stream of guests that the lake house had homed for the last week and a half. Usually you loved having your brothers friends there, most you had grown to call friends of yours to. But Trevor was different.

You had been a study at the university of California for the entire duration of your degree. Jack had asked the older boy to look out for you because he couldn’t stand the idea of his twin sister being all the way across the country.

Being the good best friend that Trevor was he fully took on the role making sure that he saw you at least once a week and if the Ducks were playing a weekend game at home then you were there. You two spent two years doing that, you’d watch the occasional girl walk in and out of his life and you couldn’t help but feel your heart full with sorrow. From the day you met Trevor you actually found him really irritating but on your fifteenth birthday when he simply said that you looked nice, it all changed. Suddenly he was no longer just Jacks friend and national teammate but he was now also cute.

Over the two years you were his usual plus one to team events to the point where you somehow cracked the nod to join the wags group chat. Despite both of your efforts to shut down those rumours it always fell on deaf ears as the team had actually made a bet on when you two would finally admit to it.

But of course that day never came, the day that did come though was the one where you two slept together. It was after a surprising Ducks win and when Trevor came over to celebrate you were in nothing more than your towel as you were about to hop in the shower. With a simple surge of confidence that you got when he was left speechless at the sight, you asked if he wanted to join.

That was over a year ago yet it was the start of a different stage in your relationship. Once you two toed the line of being something more than friends you two got addicted, thus throwing yourselves into the deep end of that pool headfirst.

It was nice, your needs were met in bed and Trevor never treated you like you were just his fuckbuddy. You were everything that girlfriend was, except you didn’t have the title and beyond the comfort of your dorm and his apartment you were clearly nothing more than a friend.

Your mind refused to see the red flags that your friends raised. Each time they did you would brush it off as you tried to explain that he kept you his little secret for the sakes of the relationship he had with Jack.

As much as you loved your brothers you knew that they would kill any boy they learnt was in your bed.

Somehow your friends convinced you to see where you really stood with Trevor though. The plan was intricate and detailed but your job was simple.

All you had to do was treat him how he treated you. It meant that you practically had to ignore him.

By day three you wanted to give up, you wanted to send him a text and tell to come to your room.

But with the thought of your friends killing you, it caused you to prevail. In a way it was actually not as hard as you thought it would be, not when Alex was practically attached to your hip “Al!” You let out a squeal as the boy tackled you into the pool.

Trevor watched the interaction with a scowl on his face. Was Alex the one that you were inviting to your room when everyone went to sleep? And since when were you two so close? It seemed like every time he wanted to talk to you Alex was with you, either on the end of your sun lounger, sharing your couch with you. Or Trevor’s least favourite how you would be sat on Alex’s lap as his hands laced around your waist as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

It irritated him how nonchalantly Jack reacted about the actions, how the Devils player even laughed when your head came up out of the water.

You shoved the boys arm as you sent him a playful glare “asshole,” you murmured as you shook your head.

Alex grinned as he pulled you into a hug “you love me.” He smiled as he rested his chin on your head.

If you had to describe the Kings player you would say he was nice. Alex’s personality deserved more of a description than what the bland word gave him but it was exactly how you felt around him. Quinn came out of the kitchen pulling everyone’s attention away from the pool “who is on the boat in ten?” He asked as he placed his hands on his hips. Through the stream of nods you shook your head “gonna take a shower,” you announced as you got out of the water smiling as your younger brother was quick to hand you a towel.

This was the moment Trevor needed “I gotta call my mom,” he lied as his eyes watched you make your way back into the house.

The chirps from the boys were met with silence as the Ducks player didn’t care, not when he was going to talk to you.

For Trevor the week had been hell, having to watch you walk around in your little bikinis and not being able to touch you was the worst. Yesterday he watched you eat a popsicle and swore that you were doing it all to screw with him. The way your lips wrapped around the flavoured ice was the same way your lips usually wrapped around his cock.

So naturally there was a slight pep in his step as he didn’t really care about the fact that all three of your brothers were still downstairs “mom?” You called out from your bathroom as you heard the door open.

It brought a laugh from Trevor’s lips “haven’t called me that before,” he teased as he leaned against the frame of your bathroom door.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at the boy “what are you doing here?” You asked as you crossed your arms.

It irritated you how calm he was being “missed you,” he confessed as he walked into the bathroom and sent you a smile “missed these,” he added as he let his finger run through the strap of your bikini.

The feeling sent shivers down your spine “took you a week to decide that?” You cocked your head as the boy moved his finger to the gap between the two cups of your bikini top as he pulled you closer to him.

Trevor gave you this look that made you weak in the knees “knew it from the first day,” it came to a surprise for the boy when you didn’t even get off of the couch to hug him when he arrived.

You were too engrossed in the game of Mario Kart that you had going with Cole to even bat an eyelash at the New York native.

His possessiveness put a smile on your face “you jealous?” You asked as you raked your fingers through the ends of his hair.

It was a move that made him melt, he loved it when you had your fingers in his hair “nope,” his lips popped as he shook his head “why should I be when I’m the one in here with you?” Trevor pointed out as he ran his thumb over your lip.

The comment caused you to frown “could have had Alex in here just as fast.” You mumbled as you tried to look at the ground.

Trevor didn’t let you though as he hooked his fingers under your jaw “you know he couldn’t give you what I can,” he warned as he softly squeezed your chin.

You almost wanted to laugh “and what is it that you can give me?” You batted your eyelashes at him.

The hockey player pecked your lips “the fucking world baby,” he explained as he smiled “now he a good girl and start the shower for me.” His voice was soft as he leaned over to turn your speaker on that immediately connected to his phone.

The request made you furrow your eyebrows “why?” You asked as you watch him pick the playlist that you had made one day when you were bored.

Trevor leaned down to your ear “would hate for your parents to hear what I have in mind for you,” it made your knees buckle as your back was pushed against the cold tile of your bathroom wall.

You were quick to nod “my good little girl,” he repeated those words as he kissed your neck before he watched you make your way to the shower to fulfil his request.

No matter how hard you tried, your relationship was always going to stay like this.

Only for your eyes,

Only behind closed doors.

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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You're waiting for a train...(16) - Epilogue

I Dreamed We'd Grow Old Together...

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Robert and Y/n's life over the next five years

word count - 2k

warnings - pregnancy, and an insane amount of fluff

a/n - and so it ends! This fic has been very important to me and has given me such a great outlet. I want to thank you all for your continued love and support for this fic! If it hadnt been for you guys I probably wouldnt have had enough confidence to continue it!

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a/n pt2 - Also seeing as I have fallen in love with this relationship I will be accepting questions and headcanons on their relationship!

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Questions and Headcanons on Robert x y/n - here

And so we came together. It felt like the culmination of a thousand dreams.

We went out on many dates. Robert would plan these luxurious and expensive expressions of affection: dinner at the fanciest restaurants, cinemas bought out for our private viewing experience. But we alternated who planned the dates, so when it came to my turn I went for the simplest. Walks on the beach, picnics in the park. One day I even found a crafting class for us, and I could’ve cried on the spot when I saw his eyes light up at the handmade windmills. Of course, he saw it as a happy coincidence when in reality I enjoyed feeling like I was healing his childhood self, one step at a time.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. We were out on a hike which I had chosen. He had grumbled about the idea of getting up early, but I could see the stress leave his body at the first gulp of forest air. I carried on ahead as he went to tie his shoe but when I turned back I gasped. Robert was down on one knee, holding a beautiful diamond ring.

“Y/n Cobb, I have loved you since that first moment I laid eyes on you, and I think even before that.” I walked closer to him so I could hold his other outstretched hand. Tears were streaming down my face and my smile was holding back an extremely loud yes. “I know how much you believe in dreams and so on. And last night I had a dream that we grew old together. When I woke up I knew it had to be my reality. Y/n Cobb, will you…”

I threw my arms around him.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” I placed a loud kiss right on his lips.

“You could have at least let me finish!” He teasingly whined.

“Well I could see where you were going!” I argued back but was halted when he kissed me once more. We pulled away long enough so Robert could slide the ring onto my finger.

Safe to say, we did not finish the hike that day as we quickly went home to celebrate.

I had moved in with Robert before so we visited Dad and the kids for lunch the day after to give them the news. Dad had always been weary around Robert, not knowing if he would recognise him. But it was fine as, in my Dad’s words, ‘when Robert is around Y/n, it’s like the world doesn’t exist.’. Dad still couldn’t stop himself pulling Robert aside whilst Philippa was asking me a million questions about the wedding and if she could be a bridesmaid. All he did was roughly grab his hand and pulled him close and merely whispered

“She’s my precious girl. And I have a gun.”

Safe to say Robert was healthily shocked.

We got married weeks later as neither of us could wait. I told Robert I didn’t care about a big expensive wedding, but he couldn’t seem to accept that.

I got my wish for a small wedding in the garden of my childhood home, with just my closest friends. But everything else about it was still ridiculously posh. Right down to the flower arch we were married under.

James and Philippa were my brides’girl’ and brides’boy’. My father walked me down the makeshift aisle. Arthur and Eames were there as well as Yusuf and Ariadne. They were all worried about the risk of the inceptors being so close to the mark after the heist.

“There’s no telling what could trigger his memory.”

“Well, y/n spent the most time with him out of all of us and she’s marrying him.”

“We can’t all sleep with him!”

“ENOUGH!”

I then put a rule that there was to be no dream talk at my wedding. My father even gave his own little speech explaining that if anyone ruined my wedding, he would kill them. We all laughed but his continued silence quickly shut us all up.

Robert did not want any family there. And he also didn’t have friends he felt were close enough to warrant an invitation.

One night, whilst planning, I cautiously asked him about inviting his godfather. He tensed up and lowered his eyes. He brushed it off saying it would be too many people. I reluctantly agreed with him whilst looking at the sparsity of his side of the guests.

The wedding was beautiful, and we finished with dancing on the grass well into the early hours of the morning. I got my first dance with my father, a day I thought would never come. Philippa asked Robert to dance, and he graciously accepted, lifting her up onto his feet and they swayed alongside us.

The morning after we were curled up together in bed. My back leaned on his chest as he played with my fingers. The morning sun bleeding into my childhood bedroom.

“Where do you want to live?” His morning voice broke the quiet.

“I thought we were going to move into your house.” I tilted my head to look into his eyes which were trained on a picture of me, my dad and my mum.

“I don’t wanna go back. Being here, in this house, with all the love in it. I just don’t want to go back there.”

“Okay.” I leaned up and planted a soft kiss to his cheek.

“So if you could live in any house, anywhere in the world, where would you live?”

I snuggled myself back into his chest and closed my eyes as I imagined.

“Somewhere in the countryside, with a big sprawling garden that backs onto fields and forests with plenty of walks. The house should be cozy, with a big kitchen with an old fashioned stove that keeps us warm in winter. Wooden tables where I can cook and bake all day long till my hearts content. The house should have big windows so the sunlight can dictate our day. Small bedrooms but big comfy beds, fluffy rugs, open fires. And maybe even an extra room...with a cot.” I met his eyes for the last word.

“Yes.”

“To which bit?”

“To all of it.” We kissed passionately.

A few days later and Robert woke me up and told me we were going on a trip. We bundled into his car and drove for hours until we came to a stop outside a house that seeped with familiarity. I got out, transfixed by what stood before me. It was as real from my mind as if I had created it in my dream. Robert moved to unlock the little gate which led to the front door. He turned to me and held out a set of keys with a little windmill keychain.

“It needs a bit of work and I know I shouldn’t have bought it without showing you—”

“I love it.”

We didn’t need a honeymoon, the two weeks to ourselves spent decorating and filling the house with our love was enough. I drew designs for each room and Robert would do the heavy lifting. I could see how much he enjoyed working with his hands after dismantling his business a week into our relationship. I also was unable to help much as my hand found softly stroked a barely noticeable bump.

We relished in the days of decorating, where trying to paint a single wall would turn into silly games or dancing round to music, intermittent with many kisses and hugs.

Eventually we had built our home out of our house and we relaxed into our sofa, a bottle of red between us. We sealed the night with a kiss and it definitely didn’t end there.

Five Years Later

I stand at the sink washing our dishes from lunch and look out of the window onto our expansive garden. Robert runs about the grass, clad in soft jeans and a ratty knitted jumper. Our three darling children chase around him at varying speeds. Our eldest, Isla, holds her baby sister Aspen’s hand, and Nicholas, the youngest, toddles behind his sisters, excited to be involved.

Arthur runs up from behind and scoops Nicholas up into his arms through the giggling shrieks of the three. He bounces Nicholas up into the air. Isla and Aspen then run over and begin shouting up at their uncle for their turn.

I don’t hear Robert make his way into the house, I just feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and soft kisses being ladened up and down my neck. I sink back into his body which is warm from the sun. His arms snake down and his hands lay on mine.

“Leave those now. I’ll do them later.” I agree by turning in his arms so we can meet in a proper kiss. His fingers grip my waist and stroke my sides.

Our moment is interrupted by a loud opening of the door. I roll my eyes at the familiar sound and break apart to greet Eames at the door.

“Right! Where are my darling godchildren?”

“I give you a good time to come round, and you insist on coming just before their tea and bath time.”

He laughs and knocks my chin with his knuckle.

“Motherhood suits you.” I bat his hand away and gesture out the door. “Make it quick.”

I turn back to a still laughing Robert who quickly stops once he sees my stern face.

“I’ll ask Eames if he wants to stay for tea with Arthur.” He goes to go back into the garden.

“What you thinking for tea?” I ask his retreating form.

“Chicken and potatoes?”

“Delicious.” He smiles and leaves.

I begin sorting through the mail which still sat on the side. I smiled once I reached a postcard from Dad. He’d taken the kids to Disneyland for a week and sent a picture of them with Goofy. I pinned it up on our cork board.

My peaceful moment is soon interrupted.

“Y/n! Tell Arthur that I’m the favourite uncle!”

“Y/n! Tell Eames that fun does not have to mean dangerous!”

“Mama, mama, Uncle Eames turned me upside down and span me around!”

“See! Dangerous!”

“Honey, where’s the disinfectant? Aspen scraped her knee.”

“Mummy it really hurts!”

“Mama! Uppies! Uppies!”

I picked Nicholas up into my arms and simply giggled, perfectly happy with my life.

It was now night. Arthur and Eames had left after insisting on reading the kids stories which meant they were roped into reading 3 stories per child. Nicholas had gone down first. Then Aspen and even though Isla had loved staying up with mummy and daddy, tiredness had overcome her quickly. So Robert carried her up and tucked her into bed.

We now lay in bed together, curled up. Simply relishing in the silence that was so foreign in our big house.

“Do you wanna know something strange?” He broke the silence. “That day we met, I had a dream about a girl who I fell in love with. I like to think it was you.”

I bit my lip to stop myself uncontrollably grinning.

“And since then, my dreams have been consumed by you and our little family.”

I tried to meet his eyes, but he was locked in thought and I knew I couldn’t interrupt his thoughtfulness.

“The moment I met you I realised that I wanted to create my own family rather than continue working for one that never loved me.”

I hugged him tighter as his voice shook slightly.

“Well, that’s good. Because your family is about to get a little bigger.” I took his hand and drifted it down until it landed on a subtle bump.

“Perfect.” He kissed my hairline as his hand stroked up and down my stomach.

The silence resumed and we both fell deeper into the stillness of the night. But as I drifted off one thought plagued my mind.

Perhaps the idea never actually took hold.

Perhaps it was me and him.

Us together, that changed his life.

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gettinshiggywithit · 1 year

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!Celebrating your birthday with the BSD boys!

(this is part 1)(pt2{tmrw})(pt3{Wednesday})

scenario:- its your birthday and you're celebrating with the bsd bois!

pairings:- dazai x gn!reader,kunikida x gn!reader, ranpo x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

↪️Dazai Osamu

I feel like dazai would open with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOURE NOW ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DYING A NATURAL DEATH”

*proceeds to throw around double suicide ideas*

But jokes aside,if you’re not that thrilled at the prospect of aging (and honestly valid) he’ll definitely hype you up.

Like this man CANNOT take a compliment to save his life

But DAM can he dish em out

Probably has a full day of fun activities planned

But if you’re more an introverted and indoor person hed organise a full fun day for just the two of you at his place,movies,presents,couple-y stuff;The Whole SheBang!

Thered definitely be some dangerous activities in there

But hey! Its dazai, he probably knows what hes doin rightt???(spoiler:he doesnt)

The day ends with fireworks (whether by like using actual ones or junichiros light snow ability,we may never know)

And he tells you that theres no one else he’d rather go out as beautifully as the fireworks with~

↪️Kunikida Doppo

Has a DETAILED schedule for your day

Ofc it consist of stuff that he KNOWS you’ll love

If you’re kinda down abt the fact you’re gettin older he’ll just tell you that it’s inevitable and that it is nothing to be worried about

If be sees that that didnt help,(buddy come on) he says that time seems to have frozen for you and that you look as beautiful as the day you met

(WAN tachihara voice:WHATS THIS???? A COMPLIMENT FROM KUNIKIDA??????)

Also when you guys cut a cake at the agency,he gives you a book-shaped package and asks you to open it in private

It was a book of poems, he’d been writing them since the day you first met.and lemme tell you,theyre sweeter and sappier than anyone would ever think him capable of writing

When you thank him for it he just kinda shrugs it off but you can CLEARLY see the blush creeping up his face and can hear the lil crack in his voice

Also uses doppo poet to make you a smol bouquet of your fave flowers

Could he have bought em from a shop? Yes. But did he wanna woo you? Also yes.

What can i say,he’s surprisingly romantic

(Ps:- DO NOTT LET DAZAI GET HIS HANDS ON THAT BOOK OF POEMS!!)

↪️Edogawa Ranpo

Showers you with snacks

Literally AND figuratively

Also allows you to eat some of his(its your special day after all)

Gets you the most insightful and heartfelt gift but also something that you’ve wanted for a while

When you ask him how he knew youd wanted it,he launches into a huge explanation of how he used his special ability to analyse your body language and-yadayadayada

Please tell him ur impressed cos he loves hearin ur praises

Asks poe to write a birthday themed mystery and yall solve it together

(Ofc he doesnt out right asks,he just kinda dares poe that he cant write it...ranpo be ranpo-ing mann)

(But when poe finds out its for you he does it with even more determination than before!!{howww is that eveb possible???})

Karl also gives you a gift cos poe really likes you(you’re nice to him and say his stories are great) (future angst piece???)

Your day will end with a huge ass movie marathon

SOO MANY SNACKS

like u thought he gave u a lot in the beginning

But DAM boi is STOCKED

will feed you throughout the movie and cuddles you close

He just loves spendin this much time with you tbh🥺

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feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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stcrgazings · 11 months

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like a tatoo pt2?

two ghosts ➳ (c.l)

like a tatto pt2, you can read part one here

note: hi girls it’s been a while, and this is long promised and so I decided to finish it finally today to celebrate p4 and p5 in Canada, truth to be told i struggled terribly with this one, because I didn’t really planned for like a tatto to have a pt2, i mean it was an idea but i thought people wouldn’t even like it but then everyone wanted it so yeah, I basically wrote and rewrote the whole thing about 7-8 times because I didn’t liked it, but after a thousand rewrites I’m finally happy with the outcome, i hope you enjoy it and leave it tons of notes, it doesn’t really have to do much with the song but I thought of it when writing so it only seemed fitting.

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader

summary: Charles can’t stop thinking about a certain someone and manifesting without realizing it’s a powerful thing, but will he be able to fix what he broke?

warnings: angsts (lots of it) swearings, fighting, crying, two heartbroken people almost killing each other.

word count: 5.4K (longest yet in the blog)

He’s thinking of you again.

In his dying car in the middle of the track, he thinks thinks in those same red lips that flood his mind at any given minute and also that he must be the most unlucky person in the world, and that if you were here you’ll probably tell him that he’s just being his negative self and that that he’ll be alright.

But you’re not, thanks to no one but him, so he curses to himself and gets out of the car.

He thinks of you again, as he answers all types of questions to the hound of reporters that surrounds him, he imagines that it’s you that’s waiting for him in the garage, ready to hold him and kiss him and make him feel better but it’s the new girl that he’s seeing that wraps him in her arms, and he hates it because it doesn’t feel the same and her comfort isn’t half as good as yours and quite frankly just because she isn’t you.

But what he hates even more is the lonely road to the hotel, and the way your face is plastered in every single advertisement in that big city he’s in, just like in Monaco, and France and every single country in the globe, and the sour feeling that is to look at your beautiful face knowing that he’ll never have you again is as bad as getting a DNF in the first race of the season, if not worse.

The girl besides him talks and talks, hoping that maybe he’ll feel better, but he doesn’t because her long lashes look just like yours and that definitely doesn’t help him feel better at all, he feels more like being punch in the gut, repeatedly. But he doesn’t say anything and just remains kept to himself the whole ride, thinking about how you are or what you’ve been doing.

Maybe right now you’re thinking of him too.

Eventually he’s too in his head, thinking about what you would tell him in this situation he’s in, what you would do to make him feel better and forget the week if not months he’s had, he ends up sending the girl by his side away, repeating the words that once he said to you “you just wouldn’t understand baby” and watches her face drops, he feels his hearts sinks because your torturing sobs ring in his hears whilst the girl besides him leaves the room without saying goodbye.

(Just like you once did)

He knows that what he is doing is definitely not healthy at all, but he can’t really help himself, the memories of you being the only thing that keeps him a float, because he can’t really have you now, you’re no longer one call or one flight away, he’s by himself now, so reminiscing about you and your time together brings him some sense of peace.

He imagines that you would be waiting for him at his Monaco apartment, or at the airport, he wishes in silence to accidentally bump into you at the supermarket aisle once he gets back, fooling no one but himself, knowing none of those things will be happening when he gets home.

He used to think that racing with be enough, that if he just went day by day by the time season started he would be able to get ahold of himself, and then a competitive car would just do the rest but looking at the car he has right now that doesn’t even look like an option.

It’s like it was one step forward, thinking of last year, how he could’ve had it all, the championship and the girl and everything he could ever wanted, but now a long year later he knows its really three steps back, because he doesn’t have anything in the championship, as not one point adds up in his standings and he definitely doesn’t have the girl, doesn’t have you.

He opens his phone searching up your name, something he does religiously every night, to check on you without actually doing it, to tell himself that you’re okay, that you’re happy, and better off without him, the urge to text you or call you is always there, itching on the tip of his fingers, but it never wins, even though he truly does want it to, so he can tell you that he misses you, and that he’s sorry, and that he can’t live without even though he has tried with everything he has in him.

But he doesn’t, he never does, he just scrolls through his phone, reading about how you were in Italy a few days back, in Rome, for a fashion show or something liked that, and then feels his heart drop like he does every time he reads about you, this time he stares at the pictures of you exiting a club clearly wasted with an Argentinian soccer player, called Dybala or something liked that, by your side with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist and your face was deeply into his neck.

He sighs and throws his phone to the other side of the bed with something that feels like sadness, anger and jealousy all together and decides that’s enough you for the night.

He knows he has no right to feel anything involving you, because he was the one that screwed up, he was the one that had broken up with you and essentially ended things but he still did because he missed you and was still completely in love with you; He would even say haunted by you, his heart still skipping a beat every time someone mentioned you, his mind was constantly flooded with everything that involved you, he still thought about you when he saw tulips because they were your favorite flower, and every time he sees a sunset he can almost picture you with your phone in hand taking a picture and when he listens to Taylor Swift you’re all that comes to mind, even though he probably didn’t know what your favorite song was anymore since it was always changing from time to time.

He thought way too often about the fact that you probably didn’t think of him anymore when you heard lover and probably all too well was the one to go now that it came to him.

Everyone told him that it would get better eventually, but every day it felt like it was actually getting worse because in every living breathing moment of every hour of every day he just wanted to be with you, to be worthy of your love, to be like you both used to be before things had gotten bad, before he became a douche and didn’t realize it, before he pushed away and damaged things beyond repair.

Maybe in another universe he did everything right.

You’re both 20 years old and nothing bad has ever happened to you.

In another universe everything went well, and he won the championship with Ferrari, and you’re sitting on his lap giggling in his neck whilst in the beach in his yacht.

In another universe he’s the bigger person and doesn’t open your contact info just to see your profile picture.

In another universe he does get over you and everything gets better.

But there isn’t another universe so his fingers ghost over your phone number as he wants to call you, but then decides that a text wouldn’t hurt anyone since you probably have him blocked like in any other social media and wouldn’t get it anyway.

So he types an “i miss you” and then presses the send button, with his hands shaking and his heart in his throat, somehow the “I hope that you’re ok” that he types after hurts him even more as he sends it.

He knows he’ll get no answer, like he said before, you have him blocked everywhere, and he wants to say he wrote that just to vent all of the feelings from the past few weeks, but a teeny tiny part of him still wishes for you to read them, and he can’t help but wonder if you’re just as miserable as he is right now.

But that doesn’t change how mortified he becomes as the word delivered appeared on his screen, his heart dropping from his throat to his stomach.

Well fuck.

(…)

I miss you.

You’ve always been an glass half empty type of girl and you’ve never even know why, you’ve always been negative except with everything that involved Charles.

But that doesn’t change how decompose you are after getting that text, silent tears stream down your face as you made your way out of the busy club, feeling like the air inside it was being slowly stripped away from you, your lungs failing to do their job as you felt like breathing was to much of a task.

I hope that you’re ok.

It knocks the air out of you, and before you know it you’re emptying your insides in the sidewalk in the back of the club, and you’re sweating and you feel like you’re about to pass out.

I miss you.

Everything is a blur, you feel your own bodyguards hand around your arm as they get you in the car, your friend behind you.

“You’re okay miss?” The question rings in your ears and you want to answer no but your voice doesn’t seem to come out, so you just move your head from side to side signaling a clear “no.”

From then on the voices feel distorted, worrying looks surrounding you, you feel your friends hands all over your face, her left hand firm on your chin as she took one good look at you, staring deep into your very drunk and disoriented eyes.

“I think she’s intoxicated”

I hope that you’re ok.

You are basically pass out in the back seat of the black Range Rover in, head pressed in your friends lap as she blows air on your face, there’s discussion in the front seat, something about taking you to a hospital, they tell you not to fall asleep, but you can’t really help your closing eyes, and so as everything turns into black you think that this whole thing is unfair, and that he doesn’t have a right to miss you after every he did but a drunk mumble comes out of you anyways.

“He needs to know that I miss him too” is the last thing that leaves you in a dry and tired whisper as your consciousness is lost in the back seat of the car.

(…)

“I fucking hate Balmain” you muster as you fix your hair in the bathroom, still a little drunk, definitely a lot hangover, your head pounding so much it felt like it was going to burst.

You were currently in an event, a Balmain one in case it wasn’t clear, a tiny skirt adorned your legs with a white top from the brand that squeezed you in all the right places, your hair was curly and down, the high ponytail that you’ve worn for the past months gone, since just a few hour ago you told your stylist that anymore pressure in your head would make you puke.

To say that you would rather be anywhere else than in this 20ft yacht was an understatement

but your manager had almost dragged you here in an attempt to do some damage control because of the show you just pulled last night.

So you smile and nod and chat politely with everyone that comes close, and you giggle and flirt with the Argentinian soccer player in front of you, allowing his roaming hands just above of the curve of your ass and into the naked back of your dress, laughing playfully.

And when Paulo Dybala leaves you, you do tell him that you might be free later that night.

You take another sip of champagne when all of the sudden you feel a heavy stare just at the back of your neck, a shiver running down your spine and you would know that feeling everywhere because it’s what you’ve been missing all this time.

Charles fucking Leclerc, your ex, and the one you might consider the love of your life, it’s in the same enclosed space that you are right now, and not any enclosed space but in a stupid yacht that is kilometers away from mainland, kilometers away from any scape from him.

But of course that doesn’t stop you from finding the closest emergency exit from the room, and feeling him behind you before you even start running to the outside of the boat, the bow you think that it’s called, but it’s the last thing you think about as you basically jump stairs down.

“Y/n wait!” He calls out for you and your name from his mouth sounds just as you remember and it breaks you down almost completely.

“Get away from me Charles!” You shout at him, grabbing your dress and waking as fast as your heels allow you to, because you don’t want to see him and let alone hear whatever it is he has to say.

“y/n, please listen” he grabs you by the wrist before you can separate from him even further, you didn’t even know where you were going considering you were trap in a yacht in the middle of the sea but it was definitely away from him.

“There’s nothing you can say that I want to hear Charles, please let me go” you turn around to see him, to finally catch a glimpse of him, a good look into him at the person you used to love the most, and the moment you are met with does same eyes green you’ve thought about everyday since he left you, you feel yourself tremble because there’s begging in his eyes desperation even, and even though you want to look away from it, you can’t.

“I can’t— I can’t keep living like this, I need you to hear me out please” he looks at you too, and god me missed you, moon dancing over your good side making you look as beautiful as ever as he pulls you a little closer to him, because he needs you, like he never needed anything before, and it breaks him, it shatters his heart into a million peace the look that you give him, because it’s filled with hurt and pain, and your eyes looks glassy and broken and he knows that it’s all because of him.

“You need—! you need me to listen!” At this point you’re past hurt, now you’re livid because how dare he and he actually looks scared when you walk towards him and you thank God that all of the guests are inside having dinner because you now think that you might kill him.

“What about what I needed Charles!?” You push him away, freeing yourself from his grab on your wrist and decide that if he wants to talk then you’ll talk.

“I needed you! And you fucking left me, I held together our relationship for months Charles, I booked the flights, I killed myself going from New York to Monaco just to see for six or seven hours because you were busy and never had the time, I waited for you up every time you came back from a race just to see your face even though you never even spoke to me because you were sad, you pushed me away, you quite literally gave up on our relationship and I need to hear you out?. Fuck off Charles” you brush your hair out of your hair, tears staining your rosy cheeks, and you want to hate him you truly do, but as you look at him you simply can’t, and that makes you even more miserable.

The whole thing makes you want to jump from the boat and drown, your head pulsing from how bad it hurts and you don’t know if it is because the only thing you have eaten in the whole day were some olives or because of the hangover or because of how infuriated you are.

“Ange I…” the nickname sends chills down your spine, Charles simply stares at you and just wants to make it all better, wants to take these whole months back, wants to stop himself from treating you the way he did when you were still together but he knows he can’t.

“Don’t call me that” you spit before he can even continue but he walks towards you to grab you again, and you don’t stop him when his hands find your arms again. “Okay but please don’t cry, I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Baby I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am for all of that, and If could take it back I would, in the split of a second, I didn’t know how to value you back then and I took you for granted when I shouldn’t have, and every day since we broke up I’ve lived to regret it, I’ve been miserable since the day you left” he says and it sounds truthful, but you can’t let yourself believe him. “You didn’t look miserable when you hooked up with every other girl in Monaco, including my best friend” you shoot back. Cleaning the tears from your cheeks before he can even dare to.

“Maybe I didn’t take the best choices, that I know, but they weren’t you!”

“It’s that supposed to make me feel better?” You mock him, because you are hurt and angry, and he can’t help but groan in frustration. “Yes—! No—! I mean that, I am trying to make it better, I love you, okay? Like I’ve never loved someone before that I know, and it’s killing me, I hate seeing you like this, every time I’ve been happy it’s because I thought of you, in my car it’s you who I want singing at the songs in the radio, it’s you who I want to wake up to, it’s you who I want to come home to, it’s you, everything I’ve ever wanted, every living day, every night baby, it’s you who I come to, checking to see if you are okay, wondering how you are, if you are okay”

“Well I’m not, I’ve been miserable, fucking going insane because of how badly I’ve missed you, getting drunk every fucking weekend trying to get you out of my mind, because you are all I can think about, wearing your shirts in the bathroom floor while I can’t stop crying because of badly I want you, despite of what you did to, because even after everything I wanted to call you, to hear your voice and to tell you that I loved you, isn’t it pathetic?” You asked, because that is exactly how you’ve felt, pathetic, even now hearing him out when you know that you know better than that.

“What? No you are not pathetic baby, you could never be and I am so sorry for making feel less than how wonderful and amazing you are, I wanted to call you too, you have no idea”

“Then why didn’t you?!” You asked and that is the only thing you actually want to hear from him, because for him to call you was everything you ever wanted, for the longest time it was. “Because I convinced myself that you were better off without me, I didn’t wanted to keep hurting you”

“It’s—it’s what you are doing right now!”

You want to say something, anything really but you can’t, because the whole thing it’s to much and before things can get even worse, your body fucking betrays you and your lungs stop doing what they are supposed.

“Stop” you speak, softly for the first time since the whole conversation started, and it’s quiet and you can’t stop crying, and you want to scream and disappear because you don’t want to keep having this conversation because it hurts, it hurts so much.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” He asks. Eyes glistening, fighting back the tears seeing you like this, how did you both end up here?, “I can’t breath” you muster and it’s wheezy and you don’t want him to see you like this but you can’t really stop it.

“I just want to go home!” You sob lowering your head, giving up at the whole thing, feeling like a small child who just wants her mom, dropping to the floor, Charles joining you by your side.

And it’s quiet while you sob, and cry, hands on your face and he wants to hug you but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to, but he places a hand on your thigh, tracing it up and down and it’s gentle and completely innocent while he does it, eventually you place your head in his shoulder it’s almost natural like an instinct and you feel your heart flutter when he places a soft kiss in your temple, “I can’t let you hurt me again Charles, I won’t make it.”

“I won’t” he whispers in your head, and it’s a promise, grabbing and intertwining your hand with his leaves a kiss in your knuckles and stares deep into your eyes. “I love you baby, please give me another chance.” You cry again because you want to believe him but you can’t , falling apart completely into his arms allowing him to wrap you into his embrace, tears staining his shirt, soaking him completely, his hands meeting your neck, now combing your hair through his rings and fingers.

“I didn’t deserve what you did to me” you whisper, still buried deep in this chest while he stared at you and nodded, because he knows it’s true, that you didn’t deserve everything that he did to you, he knows that he did wrong.

“I know that you didn’t deserve it, you didn’t deserved any of it, that’s why I’m apologizing because I treated you so badly when all you did was being there for me, and that’s why I’m also asking you to please give me another chance so that I can prove to you that I’ll make it better, and that I’ll make it up to you for the rest of our lives, if you let me”

Part of you wants to believes him and I’m fact a part of you does, and it’s that part that crawls deep in your chest when you finally look at him, at those green eyes that you used to call home, but now are filled with tears and despair, but even then Charles still tries and smiles at you, and you can almost feel yourself crumble, because you remember the first time you ever saw him smile and thought that, that smile was the one that you wanted to see for the rest of your days, and suddenly you aren’t in the boat heartbroken and crying in his arms, but in your apartment together sitting on the counter tasting the pancakes he just made for you. You are in Monza getting so wasted that you can’t even walk so he has your high heels in hand carrying you in a bridal style back to your hotel room, you are in a simulator in Maranello sitting on his lap while he teaches you how to use it, you are by his side blasting a Taylor Swift song telling him how much you love him, you are kissing goodbye before he goes to another continent to race, you are in bed wearing his t-shirt, hugging him, crying on his arms like you are doing right now but because you saw a movie where a dog died, and you know that despite that everything that he ever did to you, you still love him.

That’s why you pull closer, both of your breaths becoming just one because of the proximity, noses touching completely while breathing heavily because neither of you pull away, Charles tugging a strand of hair behind your ear while cupping your cheek and your heart is beating just as fast as the car he drives for a living, his pupils dilated and you shouldn’t, you can’t.

But of course that he kisses you, and there’s stillness and hesitation because for a second you don’t don’t kiss him back because you are better than this and just when Charles thinks everything is lost, you kiss him back.

And his lips against yours it’s just as good as you remembered to be, and it’s soft and slow but also desperate and needy your back arching against him because the closeness is not enough, both of his hands in your back while yours are cupping his cheeks and neither of you can’t tell if you’re actually pulling or pushing away, and it’s magical and soothing and just as stomach twisting as it always was, even with your own tears mixing in the kiss, and you don’t ever want it, it to end.

So you kiss him, with all that you have whispering a breathy, “fuck.” Throwing your legs over his lap, foreheads touching while he smiles at you and you smile at him too, and it’s the happiest you’ve been in months.

“I missed this” Charles mutters softly against your lips and all you can do is nod, enjoying the gentle strokes in the naked part of your lower back still drunk in the whole thing. “I missed this too” and you kiss him back because it’s true, and the first thing you think is how were you able to survive this long with out it, without him.

You both stay there for the longest time, giggling and kissing and making up for the time lost, and it feels like before everything went to shit and you would be lying if you said that didn’t give you a shrink of hope.

You tell him about modeling, and how everything in your life work wise seems to be working out smoothly, you tell him about all the places you’ve been, and all the countries you’ve visit since you left each other, you tell him about parties and how you are kinda still drunk from last night. “Is that my fault?”, He asks shyly making you laugh softly.

“Well not really, when I got your text I was almost already pass out in the back of the club, I was just thinking about you yesterday” you confess, back against his chest, you’re both standing now against the rail of the boat. “um, I saw the race.” You say, playing with the rings in his fingers, his arms around your waist and his chin in your shoulder and you feel him sigh against you.

“You saw that huh” he mumbles in the crook of your neck, feeling the disappointment in himself in the tone of voice because you know him that well, you always have. “You know it’s not your fault, right?” You tell him, because it truly isn’t, because every time that the team fails him Charles feels like he’s the one that did.

“Doesn’t feel like it” he says pain clear in his voice. “Listen to me, Charles”, you turn around to face him, cupping his face in between his face, “I’ve been your number one hater for these past months, but please believe me when I tell you that that wasn’t your fault, even I can’t deny your talent, and if you need to believe someone, it’s me, I know you, more than Carlos, and Fred, and those reporters and engineers, I know you, and I know for a fact that you are gifted and talented, and that what happened was most definitely not your fault, okay?”

You tell him, still with your hands in his face, shaking him playfully so it enters his stubborn head while smiling jokingly.

“I believe you” he tells you, because it’s you and if there’s someone that can make him believe something it’s you, so he kisses you again, lips crashing against yours once again, loving and hungry and he wants to have you for the rest of his life.

“Soooo…” he begins again, playing with the fabric of your dress at the end of your naked back and just above the curve of your ass.

“…does this mean you’ll give me another chance?”

He drops the one million dollar question, with both your hearts still beating the fastest they can, and you’ve pictured this very exact moment a thousands times in the past few months and you’re shaking because it’s all you’ve ever wanted but even better, and fuck you love him, and his green earthshaking eyes, and his smile that’s every dentist dream, and the way that his lips feel against yours and the way his hands fit perfectly in the curve of your waist and intertwined with your hand, and you love him even when you hate him even when you just were crying because of him not even a hour ago, and is breathtakingly frustrating in the best way possible.

And so you throw your hands behind his head playing with his hair just like you always used to do, “Baby…” and you know the answer even before it can even come out of your lips.

“When we get off this boat I don’t want to see or hear from you ever again.” And it hits Charles like a brick in the face, because yes you love him, with everything that you have in you, but sometimes love isn’t enough and you know that in this point of your lives he can’t give you what you want, what you deserve even, that in the long run it’ll never work out because how could you trust him? Trust that he won’t hurt you again? After it took him almost three months to figure out that he can’t live without you? Because you’ll never look at him with the same eyes again, because you’re not who you used to be, because you are just two ghosts standing in the graveyard of your relationship, mourning what what I’ll never be again.

After that everything it’s foggy, you don’t know if it is because of how hard you’re trying to hold off the tears, because he’s crying at your feet, and it aches you, because he’s begging at you face deep into you, holding you so tightly you don’t even know how to think straight.

“Baby please don’t do this to me, please” he sobs against you, tears sliding freely through wetting your clothes completely with his now red face and you wonder if he felt this awful when he left you just a few months ago.

“If you ever loved m—“ you sob inevitably without even looking at him because you don’t think you’ll be able to take it, “if you ever loved— me like you say you did, you’ll respect my decision, it’s the least you can do for me” you say between tears and sobs before walking away and you think that it might be the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life.

But letting go of you it’s actually the hardest thing Charles ever done too, but at the end of the day all he ever wanted was for you to be happy, even when if it’s not with him, even when he doesn’t know what he’ll do with his life now that the smallest bit of hope that he had, was just crush right in front of him.

He loves you and he thinks that it might kill him, he thinks it’s the biggest piece of karma he’s ever gotten, because even though he’s never loved you more, you don’t want to see him again and if it’s what you want, it’s what he’ll do, because part of loving it’s letting go, right?

When you get off the boat and into your car you cry like you’ve never done before, but you know that you’ll be okay, that you’ll do everything to be so.

That you’ll even do as if you never even met Charles Leclerc because it might have been better that way, and you’ll go day by day trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat without him in your life.

THE END.

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"Also I'm assuming this wouldn't happen for a whiiiile after MC dies, so they aren't mentioned. But if it's requested I can write a pt2 to this where it's just MC's reaction"

I would like to request part 2, please.

MC's Reaction to Solmare Not Celebrating the Demon Bro's Bdays Anymore (Link to Part 1)

A/N: I kept the bros in as close to the same situation as they are in pt1 as I could, so it can truly be the same + MC this time. hope you enjoy!

Lucifer

• You notice he's quieter than usual (which is saying something), so at night once the festivities have ended, you go to his office

• Entering, you see he's seated behind his desk, and eye a half-empty bottle of Demonus

• "Yes, MC?" Lucifer asks, and you can hear the effects of the alcohol in his voice

• "I just wanted to see how you're doing, you seemed quiet today" you walk to his desk and sit down, "and clearly I was right"

• He side eyes you, a begrudging acceptance that you are right

• "Do you want to talk about it, or would you rather have space?"

• He contemplates it for a moment, but knows if there's anyone he's going to talk to about his feelings, it's you. So he opens up, and the two of you spend the night talking about that, as well as other things that you hadn't shared with anyone before. You were thankful for your close relationship with the oldest brother, and at the end of the night, he let you know that he was thankful for you, too

Mammon

• It's the morning of Mammon's birthday, and you walk to his bedroom door to greet him and start the celebrations

• But just before you knock, you hear...a sniffle?

• You listen for a few more moments, ear pressed to the door

• "MC, I can smell yer human from inside, ya know. Ya aren't being sneaky"

• You jump at the sudden voice, and shortly after see Mammon as he opens the door. "What are yah doin' here so early?"

• "Well you're my best friend, and it's your birthday! Of course I'm here" you pause for a moment, trying to see if his eyes are red or watery. They're both

• "And I thought I heard you crying and wanted to make sure that you're okay"

• He sighs and opens his door more, allowing you to walk in. "I can't get anything past you, huh?"

• You sit down on his couch, and he explains what happened, laying his head on your shoulder. You run your fingers through his hair, listening, and try to cheer him up as best you can. Eventually he nods, and gets up, knowing his brothers are going to start looking for the two of you if you don't get to breakfast soon. Before you leave his room, you reassure him that just because Solmare isn't celebrating, doesn't mean his family will ever stop

Leviathan

• Levi asks his brothers if they see anything posted for his birthday, and as everyone slowly comes to the same realization, you leap from your chair and throw your arms around Levi

• You hear a small smack sound, likely Asmo smacking Mammon's arm to stop him from saying it wasn't fair that Levi gets a hug and he doesn't

• Arms around Levi, he buries his face in your neck, and you feel a tear slip from his eye as he muffles a sniffle

• You hold him until he pulls away a few moments later, giving you a small smile that held understood words of appreciation

• "It's okay, right? I'll always have you guys"

• A chorus of "right!", "always!", and "we love you, Levi" fills the room, and you can tell he's fighting back a different kind of tears this time

• You spend the day as a family, doing all of Levi's favorite things, and at the end of the day when it's just the two of you gaming in his room, he thanks you for being there for him, and not telling anyone he cried. You cut him off as he starts to make a self-depricating remark about it, and reassure him that tears are normal, and that you (and his brothers) will always be there to celebrate his birthday with him

Satan

• You knock at Satan's door, and are instantly confused when you hear angry steps pounding your way, and see him throw the door open, greeting you with a "What."

• You will have none of this attitude

• "Hey now" you step into his room and close the door behind you, "Don't what me. Tell me what's wrong"

• To your surprise, Satan instantly sits down on the couch, so you sit beside him. He sighs, gathering his thoughts for a moment before explaining what happened. Or, what didn't happen

• You put your hand over his, which he tenses at at first, but then relaxes into your touch. "That sucks, Satan. I'm sorry"

• "It's infuriating, but what can I really do, I guess"

• You nod, reassuring Satan that Solmare was dumb, and the real celebration was here with his brothers, anyways. He agrees, but you wonder how much he really agrees with what your saying. Still holding his hand, you stand up, and tell him no matter what unpredictability Solmare may have thrown at him, you and his brothers still had a whole day planned to celebrate, and you weren't going to let stupid Solmare get in the way of that. At that, Satan smiles, and follows you to start his day

Asmodeus

• "I know you're more upset than you're letting on" you confront Asmo in the hallway when he's headed back from the bathroom

• "MC, I don't know what you're talking about! I don't care that Solmare didn't run an event for my birthday this year, really! It couldn't matter to me less"

• "Then why did you bring that up, and not that Beel just ate your new face wash"

• He scowled, eyes looking to the floor beside you. "Fine, I'm upset. But not enough that I'm still thinking about it! Really, MC, I'm-"

• You cut him off with a hug, wrapping your arms around his chest, hoping that physical touch would get through to him since your words weren't

• And it did, it only took a moment for him to collapse into your arms, obviously fighting back tears as he confessed how it'd been on his mind all day, and how he was just confused on why it was happening

• You listen while he talks, rubbing circles on his back. Once he's done getting everything from the day off his chest, he stands up, gently dabbing tears from his face

• "It's not good for my skin to be crying like this!" he joked, which you knew was him trying to lighten the mood and move on. Which you respect, but after reassuring him that he's still one of the most loved demons in the Devildom, if not the most, and that he was by far the most beautiful. He smiled, and you knew your words cheered him up. The rest of the day went by quickly, and Asmo thanked you for your kindness before bed that night

Beelzebub

• You get a text from Belphie asking to check your DDD to see if Solmare posted anything, and upon checking, you give Belphie a confused and worried look across the breakfast table

• Beel hasn't noticed yet, so you send a quick text to Lucifer and ask him to check as well. Hoping that your and Belphie's phones were just glitching or something

• But Lucifer texts back just what you were afraid of, and when you look sadly at your phone in your lap, Beel notices

• You look to Lucifer and Belphie in a panic, and Belphie is the one to break the news

• Beel is still for a second, even pausing his eating as his brain works to comprehend what this means. Your heart breaks at the sight, and you get up and go to him, wrapping your arms around as much of his back as you can

• "I just don't get why" he thinks aloud, and you feel the mood in the room sink. Beel of all demons doesn't deserve this

• So you tell him that, and share your confusion in it as well. His brothers all agree, and Asmodeus adds his own reassurance that just because Solmare didn't post, doesn't mean that Beel isn't absolutely adored

• Beel nods, and for the rest of his day you make extra sure that he's happy, and getting all the food he can think of. Once the celebration is over, his brothers give him an extra long goodnight, which you silently thank Diavolo for. Once its just you, him, and Belphie, you let him know, too, that he was one of the best demons the Devildom has ever seen, and that some event doesn't begin to encapsulate that greatness. You can tell he really believes you, and you hear from Belphie the next day that Beel went to bed happy

Belphegor

• Beel is already awake by the time Belphie wakes up, looking at something on his phone. But as soon as Beel notices Belphie's awake, he slams his phone down, a horrible attempt at being low key

• Just as Belphie's about to ask what he was looking at that had him so on edge, there's a super soft knock at the door, and it slowly creeks open

• You walk in, whispering "Beel, I'm here, is he-" and freeze as you see Belphie is awake and sitting up in bed

• You quickly glance to Beel, who is looking just as unsure as you, but Belphie takes over before either of you have to

• "What's going on. Clearly there's something, with Beel being all secretive about his phone and now MC's here whispering around"

• You look to Beel, who only nods, and you explain to Belphie why the two of you were acting how you were

• Belphie is definitely taken aback by the news, but he takes a deep breath and calms himself for a moment before responding. He's upset, but had a feeling that it would be happening any year now. You and Beel are surprised at how okay he seems, but you spend the rest of the day making sure Belphie knows how valued he is. And when he smiles at you before going to bed that night, you know your efforts were appreciated

A/N: tadaaa!! I really liked writing this and am really glad someone requested it hehe :)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me hc

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the-necessary-unnecessary · 3 years

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(Un)friendly reminder that today isn't just about celebrating. It's about demanding, changing, protesting, reclaiming, educating, recognising, organising, fighting, taking up space - for all women.

#mostly not on here but ive seen so much shit about today being for all women including those with racist homophobic ableist etc views #with an emphasis on congratulating and thanking and celebrating #rather than one on inclusive intersectional and critical feminism #and so actually by saying this day is a space for all one actually makes it a completelt unsafe space and not one for all women #but rather a priviledged and elitest day where people post purple ig stories celebrating herself and others that look just like there #also another friendly reminder that 8M was first international working women's day #and with the pandemic more than ever is the precariousness of women dominated sectors being highlighted in this male white dominated societ #also pt2 if you feel like this is a day of celebrating an end of the road position of equality #then you are ignoring the fight billions of women face on the daily #8M #international women's day #iwd2020 #og #sorry for the rant instagram just really got to me

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ggukkieland · 3 years

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📚BTS Fic Reads - 2021 January Pt 2

*Fics are not mine. Credits go to all the writers. Please show them love by reblogging and/or commenting on their work 🥰.

Note: if link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕Ongoing - most recent chapter [as of date this list was posted] 🥕Completed - completed one shots | series 🌹 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst 🌷 with reaction/commentary (if reading reactions help)

PART 1 (most of the fics were part of my Dec reads but I opted to post my favorite holiday-themed fics instead to match the 🎄☃️❄️🎄mood)

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - JJK | 16.1k (so far) | Bad Boy AU, Good Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers, FWB AU | S, slight A, slight F ~ [2/?] + [2 Drabbles]

Bad Influence 🌷

Bad Behavior

Drabbles [2/?]

Before You @ephemeralkookie - JJK | 21k (so far) | Tattooed!JK, Friends to Lovers, Parents AU | F, S, A

Original Story 🌷

Other stories in the Before You Universe

Countermelody @bonvoyagenoona - MYG | 54.8k | Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Producer AU, Music AU | F, S, A ~ [3/5]

Dissonance

Tuning

Syncopation

Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK | 32.3k | CEO!reader, Rockstar AU, Exes AU | A, S, F ~ [6/10]

Driving Me Wild @koorara - JJK | 13.2k | followed roommate demon Jungkook to hell, Demon AU, Soulmate AU, Roommate AU | F ~ [3/? + 1/? Drabble] (this is really cute 🥰)

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Halloween Special

In the Middle @taetemae - JJK x Reader x MYG | 7.6k | Love Triangle AU, Unrequited Love AU | A, S [1/3]

Little Mouse @jjungkookislife - JJK | 19k | Established Relationship, College AU, Frat Boy AU, College AU | F, S, slight A ~ [8/?]

01 02 03 04 05 06 07

Christmas Special

Valentine’s Day

Maybe I Do @jiminssthetic - KTH | 96k | CEO AU, Arranged Marriage AU, Strangers to Lovers | A, F, S ~ [6/11]

My Tears Ricochet Drabble Series @augustbutwinter - KTH | 1.9k | Ghost AU, Roommate AU | F, A ~ [2/12]

Pearls & Poinsettias @chillingkoo - JHS | 12k | CEO AU, Escort AU, Christmas AU | S, F ~ [2/3]

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Still reading ongoing series from previous reading lists, whenever there is an update 😊

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Asmodeus @jingabitch - one shot | 3.6k | Demon AU, Witch!Reader - While trying to summon a demon, you have an encounter with Namjoon | S (I love this! spooky yet 🔥) 🌷

Friction @bangtanbetchfics - series | 27.5k | Rivals, Enemies to Lovers, CEO AU, feat matchmaker assistants VMIN | S, F ~ [4/4]

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Seokjin

Aubade @junghelioseok - one shot | 9.9k | One Night Stand AU, Snowed In | S 🌷

Mea Culpa @jinned - one shot | 16.9k | Warlock AU, demon realm | S, F, A

That Famous Happy Ending @jinpanman - drabble | 2.3k | Royalty AU, Enchanted AU, Seokjin as Prince Edward | F

Uptown Girl @moononthejoon - one shot | 16.4k | part of the Playlist series, Bodyguard AU, Royalty AU, Enemies to Lovers | F, S

Yoongi

a love that endures @cinnaminsvga - one shot | 14.4k | High School Reunion AU, Exes to Lovers | F, minor A

Eargasm @lavishedinjimin - one shot | 9.5k | Phone Sex AU, Sex Hotline AU | S 🌷 (a re-read; imagine yoongi’s honey voice 🥵💦)

Untitled @bxebxee - drabble | 1.8k | exes(?), “Yoongi has gone through twenty-seven phone numbers over the last ten years” | A, S (this is good, can’t believe it’s only 1.8k felt like a lot happened) 🌷

Hoseok

A Court of Curses @readyplayerhobi - one shot | Vampire Prince x Witch!Reader, Arranged Marriage AU | S, A, F 🌷

Sometimes I Don’t Like Being Last On Your List @honeytae - one shot | 3.2k | Established Relationship, Slice of Life, arguments | A, F

The Compromise @chim-chimmie - one shot | 12.8k | Enemies to Lovers, kind of Fuckboy AU | A, S, F

Jimin

Could Have Been You @ressjeon - drabble | 832 | bickering exes | A but in a cute way? 😁 (author considering turning it into one shot so here’s my vote 💕)

For Whom the Bell Tolls @softyoongiionly - one shot | 8k | Fantasy AU, Mythology AU, Demi-god AU | A, F, S 🌷

Remedy for Mondays @dovechim - series | 41.9k | Co-worker AU, Fake Pregnancy AU (lol), Fake Dating AU, fake baby daddy 😅 | F, A, S (actually a re-read because I miss HR Namjoon 🥰)

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Try Me @jjkxla - series | 11k | Gang AU, Neighbor AU | A, S ~ [4/4] (I read this on AO3 but it’s also on tumblr 🥰)

Prologue 01 02 03

Taehyung

Boy With Luv by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 11.6k | Idol AU, established relationship, healing/comfort fic, Slice of Life | F, S

Get You The Moon @bymoonchild - one shot | 19.6k | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Football AU, Jock!Taehyung, Student Reporter!OC | A, F, S 🌷 (a re-read🥰)

Kismesis @sincerelyourfangirl - one shot | 7.1k | Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating for free cakes, Holiday AU | F 🌷

Tease @caiuscassiuss - one shot | 13k | Brother’s Bestfriend AU, Enemies to Lovers | S, F

Jungkook

The Accountant @avveh - one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP

After Hours @zibermuda - one shot | 4k | CEO AU, Assistant!OC | S, F 🌷

Anpanman 🌷 @honeymoonjin - one shot | 6.6k | part of the love yourself collab, Bestfriends AU, Fake Dating to get cheaper therapy lol 😅 | S, F, A 🌷

A Scum’s Wish @bobagukk - one shot | 4.3k | based on the anime of same title, FWB AU, Rebound(?) AU, Unrequited AU (they’re in love with other people) | A, slight S

Beast by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.1k | established relationship, jealous Kook | S, A, F

Begin Again @jinings - one shot | 10.4k | Single Dad AU, Blended!AU (like the movie), Vacation AU, teacher!reader | F, S, A 🌷

Canceled by zibermuda - one shot (but writer said there’ll be pt2?) | 6.4k | Blogger AU | S 🌷

The Dark Prince @jkeuphoriadreamland - series | 44.1k | Curse AU, Royalty AU, Yandere themes | A, S ~ [8/8] (😥 poor prince Koo)

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Daydreams @voidswan - drabble | 1.3k | Jungkook has dreams about a woman he had never ever seen in his life | S 🌷

Deep Six @bratkook - two shot | 40.3k | (rival) Gang AU, infidelity/forbidden love, action | A, S, F ~ [2/2] 🌷

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Delete Voicemail? feat Taehyung @evangelene - one shot | 5k | Exes AU, Established Relationship, it’s just 😭 | 🌷

Fierce & Delicate + Felicity @mintseesaw - two shot | 22.4k Established Relationship, Husband AU, her parents don’t approve | A, F, S ~ [2/2] 🌷

Heated @whatifyoulivelikethat- one shot | 5.8k | Bestfriends AU, dom-sub conversation that led to more 😉 | S, A 🌷

Is Your Refrigerator Running? @joheun-saram - one shot | 4.2k | Fratboy AU, College AU, prank calls | F, humor 🌷

It Takes Two @suqakoo - one shot | 21.1k | Soulmate AU, CEO AU, fashion designer!reader, Spring AU | A, F, S 🌷 (actually a re-read, author accidentally deleted her fics) ⭐one of my ultimate favorites⭐

A Little Sand Never Hurt Anyone @mimikookie - one shot | 12.5k | bestfriends to lovers, friends celebrating 10 years of friendship | S, F (read this on AO3 before 🤔)

Love You, Crazy @vinterjeon - one shot | 3.1k | established relationship, LDR | F, S

The Masked Stranger @nottojay - one shot | 2.9k | Friends to Lovers, One Night Stand (sort of), Masquerade AU | S, F 🌷

Night Apple is Poison Apple @helvonasche - series | 30.5k | OC came back to town, childhood acquaintances turned FWB AU | S, A, F ~ [10/10]

Strings Attached by ephemeralkookie - one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F

Sorry + I’m Not Sorry by bxebee - drabbles | 4k | ex-classmates, ex-bully!JK, prosecutor!reader, Reunion AU | S, A, F 🌷

A Touch of Fate by yoonia - one shot | 9.2k | follow up to We Are All Dreamers, soulmate AU, ex-E2L, Neighbors AU, Established Relationship | F, S 🌷

You Are Mine @deathbyyoongi - one shot | 8.2k | College AU, sort of Enemies to Lovers, popular!JK, jealous Koo | S, A 🌷

Youngblood by jinned - one shot | 14.6k | Enemies to Lovers, Journalist!OC, Rockstar AU | S 🌷 (had to read it again, I just noticed the new banner 🥰)

Multi

love triangles, here we go 💔💔💔

🌹 Namjoon x Reader x Yoongi

Egotistic @pasteljeon - one shot | 4.4k | Childhood Friends AU, College AU, FWB AU | S, A, F

Threads @yoonia - one shot | 7.2k | Slice of Life, One-sided Love AU, Infidelity AU | S, A, F

🌹 Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Heartbeat @xbaepsae - two-shot | 24.9k | Musician AU, Unrequited Love AU, Friends to Lovers, Love Triangle AU | A, S, F ~ [2/2] (💔 my heart)

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🥕 posted: 2021 Jan 28 🥕 link to other reading lists 🌹 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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Hey heyy, have you thought about writing another common trope headcanon / oneshot with the MysMe guys?

Because the “only one bed” was extremely good!!

Even if you decide not to do it, just know that your blog and your talent amazes me<3

a/n: Did you even have to ask??? OF COURSE IF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME LOL thank you gorgeous <3 I decided to try putting it in a fanfic (one shot unless requested) format since it's definitely quite long and making a mini-series featuring those you request for me to include in my next fic or a pt2! :) also this is a slow burn and is quite spicy <3 Also, I did my best not to make it like the whole share the room thingy again!! ***I’m not fluent in French pls don’t @ me

Length: 6k lol

A Series of Unfortunate Events Fake Dating - Jumin Han

A sudden message beep surprised you, causing you to look down at your phone. It was a text message from Jumin: Call me. Immediately suspecting the worst, you quickly pressed his contact, the number dialing in seconds. There was a few seconds that ran by before the other end answered with a curt, "Y/n." "Jumin, hey, is something wrong?", you asked, worriedly. "Everything is perfectly fine. I was calling to ask you a favor -- feel free to decline." Jumin never asked for favors, or your help in general.. you knew whatever it was you were determined to assist him in the best way possible. "Of course, Jumin! Anything." There was silence for a moment as if he was contemplating whether or not it this favor was truly worth asking before he spoke, "Please decline if you are unable to but... I was wondering if you'd be willing to indulge my father. He's insisted that I bring you with me to our business closure." "Jumin", you began, "I'd be honored. I'd love to!" On the other line, there was a sigh of relief (or of worry, you weren't sure). "Mr. Kim will be at your apartment to pick you up tomorrow. The meeting is taking place in Monoco -- pack for a ten-day trip" There was a pause before Jumin breathed out a quiet, "Thank you." You couldn't hold back your smile, thankful that the conversation was over the phone, making it impossible for him to see your dopey expression. He hung up, leaving you to pack. Your mind quickly wandered from what you needed in your suitcase to worrisome waters. You and Jumin had a very deep friendship following the party you’d thrown, spending the time following the ginormous celebration to get to know each other. It warmed your heart that your newfound friend took so much joy in being with you -- even when he tried not to show it. You lost track of the number of times you ended up sleeping over at his penthouse after accidentally staying up until 4am talking with him, swishing expensive wine in your mouths. You didn’t expect falling in love to come so easily. You were someone who was quite choosey with your partners -- you weren’t one to fall easily for anyone. Even in your past relationships that sometimes lasted years, you’d never felt the way your heart felt now that you were with him. And yet, you were best friends. You were sure you meant something to him in so far as friendship, but you had respected him when he’d gotten drunk one of the first nights he met you and spouted out his heart to you..

- “Y/n, to tell you the truth.... I’ve never fallen in love before.” He gazed up at you lackadaisically from his position on the sofa -- head rested over the top of the sofa cushion, his arm lazily resting under his chin. He started at you for a moment, his gray eyes gazing into your own with a hazy, absent feeling in them. You laughed, “I find that hard to believe.” You walked over to him, absent-mindedly running your fingers through his tousled hair. He let out a long, uncharacteristic sigh, his eyes closing gently. You leaned in close to him, looking him in the eye. “Can I tell you something, too?” He nodded. “I haven’t either.” - You grinned at the memory. You firmly believed that conversation was what brought you and him together closer than ever before. He’d always found an excuse to call you over for the silliest of reasons. Either he needed a certain form that he was positive he accidentally slipped into your bag on accident and needed to see it first-hand to check, or he realized he’d bought more wine than was necessary for a night alone. It made you smile for months that he couldn’t get out the words “I miss you” or “I want you to come over”. Even to you, the words sounded intimate.. but that was the way your relationship worked -- you were very close with each other, as two best friends ought to be. Still, as much as you tried, you couldn’t control the way your heart began to constrict when he got especially close to you. You couldn’t help it when you’d shiver when he gently brushed cat fur away from your cheek. You were shocked that despite his perceptive personality, he didn’t seem to notice or acknowledge your deep blush during these interactions... maybe he was uncomfortable with them.... you hoped not. There were times the air was knocked out of you. Literally. Once, you weren’t paying attention to the fact that the sidewalk had ended and you were walking straight into oncoming cars coming off the highway when a muscular arm slid around your waist and pressed your body flush to his own. You stared with eyes wide open at Jumin, who comically seemed equally surprised at his actions. You couldn’t help the way your eyes trickled down to his sultry lips, taking in their beautiful red-wine color, blooming like dark roses. Thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with your current state of mind and physical wellbeing. When you finally managed to get your mind out of the gutter, you thanked him profusely, grabbing his hands impulsively and begging to reward him in some way. His answer surprised you, “I--uh-- a movie. I’d like to do more research watching one of those movies you enjoy watching.. for business sales and such.” “Sure!! I can recommend anything! I’ll drop the email by your office tomorrow” you answered. A panicked expression took over his face for a moment before returning to its familiar stoicism, “You won’t watch it also?” Your eyes widened in confusion before you answered hurriedly, “Oh! Yeah, I’ll watch it with you. I just wouldn’t want to bother you if you were doing it for work purposes.” You could never bother me you thought you heard him say, but you couldn’t be sure. Yep, you were in love with Jumin. When you at last finished packing, you went to bed, looking forward to the mystery that befell tomorrow. - You rose bright and early to prepare for the exciting trip that was bound to come. You couldn’t help the extra bit of effort you ended up putting into your appearance in anticipation of seeing Jumin again and.. possibly sitting next to him on an aircraft. Right on time, you received a text message from Mr. Kim, indicating that he had arrived at your apartment right on time. As you opened your apartment door to carry your luggage downstairs, you were met with numerous familiar faces of Jumin’s employees who quickly took your heavy luggage items for you. You thanked them, making your way to the elevator with them. You texted Jumin: Thanks for the help with my luggage :) In a matter of seconds, you received a reply, Jumin: You’re welcome. Grinning down at your phone, you didn’t notice your driver's light chuckle, a look of astonishment in his eyes. These blind kids. You continued to chatter along with Jumin on your phone, at last arriving at the rendezvous point where Jumin and the Chairman pulled in identical black limos alongside your own. “Thank you, Mr. Kim. I can take it from here.” Mr. Kim nodded in obedience, ushering you to go to Jumin. Jumin patted the leather seat next to his own in the sleek limousine. You held back a laugh, there were plenty of other seats open for you to sit.. but it warmed your heart that he wanted you right next to him. As friends. The Chairman joined the two of you, sitting across from his son, a mischievous glint in his eyes that only Jumin could recognize. A silent conversation took place between Jumin and his father -- Jumin beginning with a raised eyebrow. The Chairman replied with a sly smirk. Jumin with a scowl, his father with a growing grin. You watched the conversation continue silently before the Chairman at last spoke, “Jumin, my son, I’m overjoyed to see you’ve brought your Y/n with you.” A flash of annoyance crossed Jumin’s face as he said, “My... Y/n?” You blanched.. of course the thought of you being his made him uncomfortable... but you didn’t think he’d be angry. “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us. However, as much as I hate to ask this of you, there is something I desperately need from you.” Before you could speak Jumin interjected, “Absolutely not.” You caressed his hand, looking up at him with kind eyes, “Jumin, hey, it’s okay.” Looking toward Jumin’s father you said, “Whatever it is, I’ll do my very best.” Jumin’s jaw feathered a bit, but he said no more. He grinned, “Aren’t you a kind girl. Well, in this business deal, the contract was originally contingent on Jumin marrying his daughter -- which I was against from the beginning. After all, I know the importance of loving the one you wish to be with.” (Jumin rolled his eyes at that.) “Anyway, I declined the offer.” You were confused, unsure where your part came in. As if reading your mind, he continued saying, “However, I perhaps let it slip that you two were engaged. I figured you both are so close with each other already, that it would be no issue to play a bit of husband and wife for the sake of business, no?” Jumin was furious, his nose flared, jaw clenched with hands gripping his knee. “How dare--” You glanced at him, biting the inside of your cheek, a worried expression painted your face. When he glanced at you, his eyes widened and his shoulders relaxed. This did not go unnoticed by the Chairman. “We’ll do it, won’t we Jumin?” he looked surprised but made no objection. You leaned in close and whispered shyly, “I want to do something as thanks for this amazing trip.. and for you.” - Jumin dared to swallow. For me? What the hell does that mean? You were driving him crazy. Every time he looked at you he had to fight to readjust his attention to something else. Does she know what it does to me when she touches me? Even a little bit? When you’d put your hand on him, Jumin felt his chest and neck grow impossibly hotter, hotter than he’d been feeling when you’d first sat down next to him. Hotter than when you leaned in close and breathily asked him, “Jumin... how long until we’re at the airport?” It was like you’d drawn out every syllable, breathing out every consonant -- your breath tickling his neck. He imagined what it would feel like to have your plump, rosy lips on his neck, on his chest, on his lips, on his-- he was in over his head. He cursed himself for his lack of control. Usually, control was not an issue for Jumin -- in fact, he considered it one of his greatest strengths. From his leadership position in his father’s company, C&R, to his well-controlled temperament and stress management.. Jumin just didn’t do “no control”. At first, it intrigued him. He could remember the exact day it hit him. He’d invited you to an elegant dinner his company hosted to celebrate (in a sort of “humble-brag” sort of way) yet another successful business closing with one of the biggest corporations in America. He’d been finishing off yet another glass of his new Domaine de la Romanee-Conti he’d bought when his eyes at last placed you at the front of the champagne server. His eyes raked up and down the soft, silk gown that clung to your body in all the right places. The gown hung loosely, exposing your back and most of your chest, a sultry slit separating one of your elegant legs from the other hidden in the fabric. It was a breath-taking emerald color... but all Jumin could really think of is how he’d take it off. Your hair was curled and done-up marvelously with little white pearls decorating the crown of your head like you had stars in your hair... but all Jumin could really think of was how he’d mess it up. His cheeks were on fire. Everything in his body had risen in temperature of what felt like a hundred degrees. He twirled his wine glass between his fingers before setting it down at one of the well-decorated tables. I must have a fever, he thought, that must be it. Your eyes found his person just as he was turning around to leave, speed walking to one of the penthouse balconies for fresh air. You raced after him or at least followed him as fast as your obnoxious heels allowed you to go. You breathlessly met him as he was staring out into the night. Jumin realized that his temperature was slowly returning to normal. Perhaps the room was a bit suffocating. I’ll be sure to message Mr. Kim about increasing the air conditioning in the room. But... looking back on it now, Jumin knew he was lying to himself even then. Because, when he turned around he almost let out a shout. And his breath became uneven again, and it felt so burning hot all over again. You slowly crept toward him, donning a concerned expression saying, “Jumin... are you alright?” Jumin backed into the marble railing. He was so eloquent normally but all he could let out then was a choked, “Fine.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Every step closer, he wanted to run. The stars were reflecting in your eyes and the moonlight made your supple skin look impossibly softer... You gently cupped his face and whispered, “Jumin, talk to me..? Please?” Jumin was heaving, looking down at you with rosy red cheeks and burning ears. “I--I think I have a... fever. A fever.” You gasped, taking one of your hands and lightly grasping the back of his neck, pulling him down slightly. His eyes widened as you took your other cold hand and placed it on his burning forehead. “Oh my god! Oh my gosh, we -- ambulance! An ambulance.. a doctor? Or.. are you... drunk?” “My room... please,” he begged. You looked him up and down, examining his face for strain or discomfort. When you couldn’t find any, you let out a breath -- perhaps you’d overreacted. Nonetheless, you swung his arm over your shoulder and trudged through the now quiet dining area. Most had filtered out to the ballroom for dancing. You’d been here a million times, so remembering the way was no chore. You fished through his shirt and coat pockets, running your gentle digits across his chest, assuming the moan Jumin gave off was due to pain, still, a blush flushed your cheeks. “Sorry, I’m almost done.” You held him against the wall since at this point he couldn’t stand. Maybe I am a little drunk, he thought. You moved down to his pants pockets, your hands roaming through a business card and other odds and ends, eliciting another soft groan from Jumin. “Almost there...” you breathed, at last pulling out a key card and with a soft beep, opening his penthouse suite. You gently carried him to his bed before going to grab a glass of water and a cold washcloth. When one was placed on the table and the other on his forehead, you at last placed a warm throw blanket you’d found in his closet over him. ...That memory became a source of numerous dreams. Jumin couldn’t forget it, no matter how many times he’d wished he wanted to (or wished it all to happen again). - You gazed at him, looking at the way his expression hardened at times, softening and then suddenly switching to an expression you’d never seen before. What was he thinking about? You bit your lip, nervous that Jumin might change his mind upon meeting this woman his business partner wanted him to marry. She was certainly more beautiful, right? After all, Jumin hadn’t necessarily made any physical contact voluntarily toward you more than an occasional back rub in your asked after a long day at work, or if he got drunk while you two accidentally stayed up late -- then he’d sometimes caress your face with a love-sick expression and saying little things like, “You’re beautiful.” It was cute, for sure, but what drunk doesn’t turn into a soft puddle of goo, complimenting everyone around them? You leaned into him as subtly as you could manage, closing your eyes to concentrate for a few minutes. - You jumped awake when a deep voice rumbled in your ear, “We’re here.” You could hear the slight smirk in his voice, and sure enough, when you looked up, you saw a slight smile on his face. “Did you have a good dream?” You looked toward your left, thankful the Chairman was already out of the limousine and speaking on his phone to someone. “I--I had a dream?” Jumin’s smirk stretched a little wider, “Yes. You said my name a couple times.” Your eyes widened in shock before saying, “Oh! That dream! Yeah, I was dreaming that you were being eaten alive by bears and I was forced to watch!” God, you were such a bad liar. Jumin blinked. He felt sort of stupid. “Oh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I see--” Grateful for his gullibleness, you added, “Why, what did you think I was dreaming about?” Jumin avoided eye contact saying, “Not anything in particular.” A call for Jumin interrupted your conversation, making Jumin almost run out of the limo. You smiled a bit, a little flush rising up to your ears. Jumin returned again, grabbing your hand. “This way,” was all he said. You followed him to the private jet that the Chairman was already boarding. You caught yourself staring at Jumin again as you followed him up the stairs to the entranceway of the cabin. Jumin smartly chose a seat far away from his father’s field of vision. He’d had enough of his unnerving looks when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, whispering things Jumin was beyond grateful only he could hear... at least he hoped. When you occasionally began to whine a bit louder he’d quiet you down by running his hands through your hair and stealing glances toward his father nervously saying, “A nightmare.” He wondered if he’d fooled his father, because the Chairman lightly chuckled and made his way to the passenger seat of the limo, sliding the privacy door shut. It had only gotten worse from there, you almost shouted his name, but he covered your mouth. Heat had been pooling in his stomach for a while now, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. Still, every time he thought of waking you up, you’d grab at his chest or legs, effectively completely embolizing him. You, of course, were unaware of all of this. You sat down next to him eagerly and wrapped your arm around his, pulling him close to watch a movie on the jet screens. It was almost 9pm by now, the night sky beginning to close in on the quiet aircraft. Neither of you could remember when you fell asleep, only waking up to the soft announcement of arrival from the pilot on the overhead and a soft blanket placed over the two of you. You both groggily made your way to your waiting limousine to take you to the complimentary hotel stay at one of the chains owned by your expectant future business partner. “Of course, I know you two are just friends.” The Chairman looked at you two before continuing, “So I have two hotel rooms, you’re 17 and you, Miss Y/N, are 18. I’m in master suite 3, so feel free to reach out whenever.” His eyes glittered as he said, “Have fun. Remember to act like a loving fiance! Especially you, my son." Jumin pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in contempt. You turned your head toward Jumin, “Um, well, I’m pretty tired as you could probably already tell,” you laughed uncomfortably, “so I think I’ll head off to bed.” Jumin blinked a few times before saying, “I will as well. Goodnight, Y/N.” You whispered a shy goodnight in reply before slinking into your hotel room. - You awoke the next day to a call from a maid outside your door - room service. You thanked her before diving into your waffles, complete with chocolate dressing, whipped cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. A glass of orange juice was delivered along with various other breakfast options and a bowl of kiwi, dragonfruit, apple, watermelon, honeydew, and almost any other fruit you could think of. Following your delicious breakfast, you padded over to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and running the shower. Going through your morning routine helped calm you despite the role you weren’t at all prepared to play in just a few hours. You jumped at the knock at your door. Looking through the peephole, it was Jumin. Flinging the door open, you looked at him expectantly. You were met with silence other than a few “uh.... uh....”s. You looked at him sarcastically, “What?” He continued to stare, not at your face, however. You laughed but quickly grew silent as you met his gaze. You were an actual moron. What. The. Fuck. You were still in your fucking panties?!?! You slammed the door shut, running to slip on some shorts you found lying on the ground in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath you gently opened the door this time. Jumin was standing still as a statue when he snapped out of his trance at last. He looked away, “Try not to be dressed. I mean STRESSED.” he sputtered, “I-I’m going to leave now--” “Um, Jumin?” He slowly turned around, face as red as a strawberry, “Yes?” “Um, sorry. About before. Um. Do you-- do you want to get some coffee? I’m still waking up, if you couldn’t already tell,” you laughed nervously. He smiled warmly, “I’d love to.” You awkwardly nodded before shutting your door. You ran to your hotel bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You cursed under your breath before making your way to the bathroom once more to finish the makeup look you had begun before being interrupted. After 45 minutes, you looked your outfit up and down. You packed outfits that were elegant -- you bought clothes that looked expensive but in the kind of way that was subtle. Nude tones and deep colors, specifically. You were aiming for a look that said, “I’m not rich, I’m just comfortable. And by that I mean I’m rich.” You were never insecure about the difference in your and Jumin’s paycheck.. but when you’re supposed to play a part. And if you showed up in your comfy joggers and t-shirt like you normally wore when you visited Jumin or were free from work.. you had a feeling their reaction wouldn’t be the most inviting or understanding. At last, you stepped out of your room, turning left to knock on Jumin’s door. He beat you to it, opening his door unexpectedly. This caused you to instead lean forward from your momentum and place your hand on his chest. You hurriedly adjusted his tie, doing your best to act as if that’s what you’d meant to do all along. Jumin appeared to be just as surprised, but grinned, “No leggings and t-shirt today?” You jabbed him with your elbow as you made your way to the coffee bar, “Do you think they’d be all welcoming to your soon-to-be wife if she showed up in lounge clothes?” “I’ve never complained.” You scoffed, “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re nice. And, you apparently understand that not everyone can live in a suit every day.” He paused for a moment before mumbling slightly, “Who cares what they think anyway.” “I do! I don’t want to let your dad down. I told him I’d do this. We’re in Monaco, Jumin! C’est la vie!” “Parles-tu français?”* “Oui..?” Jumin chuckled darkly before leaning in, saying, “Tu es juste trop mignonne.”** You blinked before replying, “...oui...?” Jumin looked at you incredulously with a slight smile on his face as he laughed, lightly ruffling your hair. Jumin ordered for you -- apparently, it was quite clear you only knew a few words in French. Unfortunately, he also paid for you, despite your objections. Before you could yank his platinum card out of his hands, the transaction was already complete. He gazed down at you, an eyebrow raised with a triumphant smirk, “Elle aura aussi beaucoup de crème dans son café.”*** “Hey, what are you saying?! Jumin!! Speak Korean or English or Japanese! Something I can understand!!” You complained. The worker interjected, “C’est tellement agréable de voir un couple sur leur ‘oneymoon.”**** You instinctively interjected, “Oh, that’s not--!” But Jumin just smiled and nodded. Upon sitting down at one of the many open tables, you let out a little giggle, “I wonder what it’ll feel like when I’m on the real thing.” Jumin quickly looked up from his staring contest with his coffee, “Real.. what?” You grinned dreamily, “Honeymoon.” “You.. want to get married?” “Don’t you?” Only to you, he thought. “Maybe. If the right person came along.” If you’d ever say “yes”. You held back the nervous twinge you felt in your throat, “Alright then, don’t be shy. What’s your type?” “My.. type?” “Yeah! Like, your ideal girl.” He paused, looking pensively at you. “Well, then I suppose my ‘type’ is a girl who is beautiful, and smart, and pretty... and always makes me laugh. And is bold but also shy.” His eyes widened as he grew quiet, “...something like that.” You were shocked. He said he’s never fallen in love before.. but it sounds like he already has some girl in mind. “Wow. You’ve... thought a lot about this.” Jumin looked surprised at himself -- he cleared his throat, “Just some ideas.” You were still skeptical but changed the subject, “So, what exactly does this whole ‘wifey’ thing entail?” “Most likely just a ring on your finger and a fake smile.” “Oh come on, there’s more to it than that.” “I’m sure my father has the details.” As if on cue, his phone chimed. “Ready to head out?” “Yep!” You weren’t entirely sure, but you were beside yourself with nervousness and a bit of excitement. If you can’t have the real thing, you shouldn’t complain about a chance to fake it, right? And sure, you knew it was much more complicated than that -- what if he realized your true feelings?! ...You shook the thoughts out of your head and made your way to the waiting vehicle outside of the hotel. - “Monsieur Lorenzi! Good to see you!” The Chairman shook hands with who you assumed was the boss. “Let me introduce to you my son, Jumin, and his beloved fiance, Y/n.” You waved, smiling despite the twang in your heart. You and Jumin shook hands while Mr. Lorenzi introduced you to his daughter. “It is so nice to meet you! This is my daughter, Ginevra.” Immediately, you sized Ginevra up -- and she does not look happy. “So.. you’re the bitch who stole Ju-Ju from me?” “Ginevra! Be polite, please?” Mr. Lorenzi practically begged her, but she wasn’t budging, “Oh, come on. Their ‘engagement’ hasn’t even been released to the press yet!” You looked worriedly between Jumin and Ginevra, but Jumin lovingly put his hand over yours, a soft smile on his face, “I’ll handle this, sweetheart.” He couldn’t help himself and lightly pecked your cheek, smirking into the kiss when he heard you elicit a small “oh!” Facing the irate woman, though, Jumin smiled in a way you’d seen him smile when he wasn’t particularly...happy.. about something. “Miss Ginevra, I can assure you Y/N and I are completely in love. She is my fiance, after all. That being said, we decided not to alert the media because we wanted our own privacy until the wedding.” Ginevra scoffed, “Please. You barely even look like you’re dating. Face it, I know you want me, Jumin.” She bit her lip in a way that was supposed to be seductive, but Jumin couldn’t hold back the slight cringe that crept onto his face. “T-that’s enough Ginev--” “God! Shut up, Dad! Mr. Lorenzi backed down at that, looking apologetic and embarrassed toward the Chairman and Jumin, and especially toward you. You were growing tired of the entire conversation, “Shall we sit down?” All except Ginevra agreed readily, the Chairman coughing in a way that sounded more like a laugh he was trying to conceal. Jumin's jaw clenched when he sat next to you, to your left and Ginevra quickly sat in the seat to his left. The meal went as well as expected. Jumin's father recognized that Jumin had his hands full and spent the majority of the dinner talking business with Mr. Lorenzi without his son. Meanwhile, you were awkwardly playing with your filet mignon, avoiding eye contact with everyone until Jumin leaned his face down to your avoidant eye level. You snapped out of your trance immediately. You looked up at him -- his eyebrow was raised with an inquisitive expression. Okay, that was adorable. You held back your intruisive thoughts, blinking up at him, silently asking, "What is it?" Jumin stared a little longer than necessary, before snapping out of his own trance and leaning in further and whispering in your ear, "...Are you alright?" You nodded in reply, "Just a little uncomfortable." Jumin gazed down at you in concern, "We can leave if you--" "No. No, I'll stay." Who knows what that girl will do if I leave. He didn't look convinced. Suddenly, Ginevra was calling for Jumin. Repeatedly. He turned in annoyance, "Yes?" Her voice got low, clearly to exclude you from the conversation, "Let's go somewhere..." she looked Jumin up and down slowly, "...else.." And with no shame, she lowered a manicured hand to his knee, slowly trailing it up to his thigh. He immediately grabbed her wrist, saying in a low, deadly voice, "I have a fiance." She sighed in frustration, "You're kidding yourself, baby--" Jumin's eyes widened suddenly, and not due to anything Ginevra was saying. Your hand was high on his thigh as you leaned into the conversation you'd heard the entirety of. "Miss... whatever your name is.... Jumin is my husband. Soon. We have something you could never dream of every having because your personality sucks. And honestly, only you can fix that." There was silence at the entire table for a moment before Ginevra turned her head quickly toward her father, "Daddy?!" Her father had already gotten up, ushering the business conversation to continue rather than deal with his trainwreck of a daughter. She huffed, looking red in the face, perhaps in embarrassment as well as anger. "Well, you still can't prove that you're even dating!" You very furious now, your glare cold enough to freeze the desert, "Is proof really the only thing that will shut you up?" Before she could even answer, you geared your pissed off expression toward a semi-intimidated, semi-turned on Jumin and grabbed his face, meeting his lips with your own. Your kiss was meant to only last a few seconds at most, but when you tried to pull away, Jumin only deepened the kiss, pulling your face harshly toward his own. He tugged at your hair, earning a loud moan from you as he forced his flush lips further onto yours, his tongue gaining entrance into your mouth. His eyebrows were deeply knit into a consentrated expression, groaning as he felt you readjust your position onto his lap. You stradled his lap, a leg on either side of him, your tongues battling for dominance as you fished for air between you two. At last, you both parted, heaving in big breaths as a string of spit clung between your mouths -- only to go in for another searing kiss. You began to roll your hips against his own, gently at first but quickly gaining more momentum and roughness as you two continued to make out. You'd noticed his hard-on the moment you'd straddled his lap but it only grew as you two began to explore the other's body. And just like that, you realized you were still in a formal dining setting. With other people. You pushed against Jumin's chest, looking around you in a frenzy. Ginevra was long gone along with the Chairman and Mr. Lorenzi. It was just the two of you, it looked as if it was after hours for the dining here. Soft jazz still played melodically through quiet speakers. Your eyes met back again with Jumin. He was smirking, still breathing heavily, his eyes glowing with mischief and a clear message that said something you probably would blush saying out loud. You laughed a little at the sudden turn of events. Did he like you? You wondered. He made quick work of dragging you (because your legs turned into jelly) out of the dining hall and back to his hotel suite. Jumin hurridely opened his hotel door before slamming you against the wall and continued to kiss you furvently on your neck, chest and of course, lips. He began to grind on you, letting out a soft curse when you mewled in his ear. Both your cheeks were completely red from the heated exchange and the embarrassment that both of you felt at your candid feelings. Yet something still bothered you. You pushed him away with all the strength you had because he was just so addicting. "J-jumin.... wait..." You gasped between breaths, "...I-I don't do this sorta thing... for fun..." Jumin frowned at this, his jaw feathering as he said darkly, "I don't either." You shook your head, "No, Jumin... I mean... I-I......" You took a big breath of air, "I'm in love with you. Have, for long time... pretty sure you don't feel .... the same wa--" Jumin's eyes narrowed as he dove in for another kiss with so much force that the air was nearly knocked out of you. "Y/N," he began, "Do you have any clue how much I've held back? Even now, do you know how hard it is for me not to pick you up and fuck you right here and now? Do you know how long--" He laughed sardonically, "Y/N, I swear you're doing this on purpose." "Doing wha--" "Making me fall deeper and deeper in love with you! I'm already pass the point of no return. Hell, I've never felt a fraction of what you make feel in a moment... in my entire life." You took a moment to really look at him. The expression of complete and udder desperation was now clear as day on his face, his cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, his tie loose around his neck, chest slightly exposed. He began again, "Please. Please... put me out of my misery. Say you're mine, please." Your eyes never leaving his, tears prickling your eyes, you answered, "I always was Jumin.. and I always will be. And, and if the offer still stands--" You blushed, looking down shyly and your feet, ashamed of your own boldness. Jumin's eyes pooled impossibly darker as he picked you up and led you to his bed, laying you down gently and asking, "I know this is probably soon but... Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth?" You laughed, pure joy on your face as you shamelessly cried, "Yes!" over and over again. Jumin couldn't hold back the huge grin that took over his face as he kissed you in between laughs.

TRANSLATIONS: * “Do you speak French?” ** “You are just too cute.” *** “She will also have a lot of cream in her coffee.” **** “It is so nice to see a couple on their honeymoon”

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reinerispretty · 4 years

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beneath the moon (sokka x f!reader) pt2

hello!! and thank u so much for all of ur positive feedback on part 1! i really appreciate u :) i hope you’re having a great day!

pt1

pt3

Yue was avoiding (Y/N).

Because of their status, the two princesses had a routine that they adhered to. While (Y/N) was at her healing lessons, Yue attended meetings with their father. When (Y/N) watched Master Pakku train the men, Yue visited the Healer to make sure her health was in order. (Y/N) knew every single movement that her sister was going to make on any given day, but today was different. Yue hadn’t attended their father’s meetings, nor could (Y/N) find her at the Healer’s hut. The girl sighed and walked down into the city to search for her sister.

It was an hour before (Y/N) saw Yue passing in one of the boats that drifted through the canals. (Y/N) walked along the icy sidewalks parallel to her sister. “Yue!” She shouted. Her sister glanced at her before turning away. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and stopped, watching her sister float further and further away. Then, she started running. Yue’s blue eyes widened as she realized what she was about to do.

“(Y/N), don’t!” Yue shouted, but it was too late. (Y/N) leapt through the air and landed inside the boat, causing it to rock and splash icy cold water inside. The rower glared at the princess before turning back to his job. “You know that’s so dangerous!”

“Sorry,” (Y/N) said as she caught her breath. “For yesterday, not for jumping in the boat.” Yue looked away from her and at the passing shops. “I wasn’t trying to insult you. I just got so angry when Hahn told me you guys were engaged.”

Yue raised a thin eyebrow. “Hahn wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

“Well, he did. And he was a real jerk about it too, asking if he’d be Chief one day. I told him that I’d rather choke on sea prunes than let that happen.”

Yue giggled. “That wasn’t very kind of you.”

“You’re the kind one,” (Y/N) said with a smile. “Happy birthday, Yue.” Her older sister smiled at her softly before leaning forward to hug her. (Y/N’s) body tightened up, but she relaxed a bit to hug her sister back. “I got you something.”

(Y/N) reached into her pocket and handed Yue a package wrapped in paper and tied with twine. Yue took it and set it in her lap. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Of course I did. You only turn sixteen once.” Yue removed her gloves and opened the package, unfurling the scroll that was inside. It was a picture of the two of them. Yue wore a bright smile on her face, while (Y/N)’s smile was much more subdued. “This is amazing! Did you paint this?”

(Y/N) nodded, biting her lip to contain her own smile. “I’ve been working on it for a few months.” Yue hugged her again.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever received,” she said softly. “I’ll cherish it forever, thank you.”

(Y/N) waved a hand in the air. “It’s no big deal. Hey, could you stop right here?” The rower came to a stop and (Y/N) hopped out of the boat. “I have to go get ready for tonight.”

“See you then,” Yue said, before the boat continued on its way. (Y/N) walked back up to her family’s igloo and to her room, where she began with the intention of picking out her nicest coats for tonight’s dinner. Instead, her mind wandered, and instead of getting dressed, she started digging around her room for a jar of paint that she hadn’t seen in a while. When she looked out her window, the sun was setting, and she nearly let out a scream of panic.

She dressed herself quickly, combed out her hair and braided it quickly as she ran out the door. She ran through the city, dodging passerby like she had done this before. (Which she had. As much as (Y/N) despised being late, sometimes she lost herself in her own little world, where time passed super quickly.) She ran across the bridges and hopped over canals to reach the courtyard where the feast would take place.

As she rounded a corner, her face instantly smacked into someone’s chest. The force knocked both of them to the ground and (Y/N) groaned as she rubbed her nose. “Geez, watch where you’re going,” (Y/N) muttered as her eyes welled with tears from the pain. She could barely see the boy through her tears, but she could tell that he was from the Water Tribe. He didn’t look like anyone she recognized, but perhaps she had just never noticed him.

“Me? You were the one running!” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and got to her feet, taking off to her destination. When she finally reached the steps that led up to the courtyard, the stars and moon has risen. She caught her breath, straightened her coats, and walked calmly up the steps. She felt the eyes of some of the elders on her, but she simply walked quickly over to where Yue was and sat beside her.

“You’re late,” Yue whispered to her, a smile playing on her lips. (Y/N) shrugged.

“Maybe next year I’ll be on time.” The two sisters giggled before their father started speaking.

“Tonight,” He began, “We celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe.” (Y/N) blinked in surprise as her eyes landed on the duo that had accompanied the Avatar. The girl was small, about a year or so younger than herself, but the boy was the one she had run into on her way here. His eyes met hers and (Y/N) looked away quickly, back at her father. “And they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now...the Avatar! We also celebrate my eldest daughter's sixteenth birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age!”

Yue blushed as the crowd cheered for her. “Thank you, Father. May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times.”

As Master Pakku and his students performed their waterbending, (Y/N) could hardly keep her eyes off of it. Yue had to pull her over to the feast table, where (Y/N) was sat between the two Water Tribe siblings and Yue was sat on the end. She felt a bit uncomfortable sitting between strangers, but she picked food onto her plate and ate quietly. The girl next to her nudged her with her elbow to get her attention.

“Hi, I’m Katara, I don’t think we’ve met,” She said with a smile. (Y/N) smiled tightly back.

“I’m (Y/N),” She said, taking a sip of water from her cup. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“The guy on the other side of you is Sokka and this is Aang.” The Avatar waved at (Y/N) as he ate his food.

“We’re very happy to have you all here,” (Y/N) said. “It’s rare that we get outsiders coming to the city.”

“Hi there. Sokka, Southern Water Tribe,” The boy to her left said to Yue. (Y/N) glanced at her sister to see if she was welcoming the conversation. If she wasn’t, she would immediately shut it down. But Yue seemed to be enjoying herself, so (Y/N) relaxed and turned back to Katara.

“Are you and Yue friends?” Katara asked. (Y/N) furrowed her brows and shook her head.

“We’re sisters.” Katara’s eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry, Princess, I meant no disrespect!” (Y/N) laughed.

“It’s fine, I wouldn’t expect you to know that. We don’t exactly look alike.”

“So ... uhhh ... you're a princess, huh?” (Y/N) heard Sokka say. “You know, back in my tribe, I'm kind of like a prince, myself.”

Katara laughed. “Prince of what?”

Sokka turned to face her, his eyes instantly meeting (Y/N’s). She saw the recognition pass over his face as he said, “You’re the girl who ran into me today!”

(Y/N) pursed her lips. “Sorry about that. I was late to, well, here.” She shrugged, taking another large sip of her water.

“You ran into him?” Yue asked. Her sister nodded.

“Like, really hard. My nose still hurts.”

“Not as much as my butt does from being knocked over,” Sokka grumbled, before turning back to Yue.

(Y/N) turned back to Katara and engaged in pleasant conversation with her the remainder of the night. She told (Y/N) all about their adventurers on their way up to the Northern Water Tribe and each one had (Y/N) absolutely transfixed. “I’ve lived here my whole life,” she said. “I’d love to see something other than snow.”

Katara had laughed. “I felt the same way!”

(Y/N) and Yue walked home together, their arms linked. Yue rested her head on (Y/N’s) shoulder. “I really liked the boy I met tonight. Sokka? Did you get a chance to meet him?”

(Y/N) held in her smile. “Not formally. You spent the whole night keeping him to yourself.” Yue giggled, her face blushing a bright pink. “I’m glad you had fun. You deserve it.”

“He wants to meet me to do an activity together.” (Y/N) raised her eyebrow.

“What kind of activity?” Yue gently nudged her sister in the side.

“Nothing like that, you goose.” (Y/N) grinned. “Just...hanging out.”

“I wish I could see Hahn’s face when he sees the two of you ‘hanging out.’“

“Do you think he’d be mad?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“I, for one, don’t care at all about Hahn’s feelings. As long as you’re doing what makes you happy, Yue, it shouldn’t matter.” Yue hummed as they reached their igloo and said their goodnights.

“Happy birthday, Princess!” (Y/N) called out to her sister as she walked down the hall.

“Thank you, Princess!” Yue called back.

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its-me-jessi · 4 years

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Back To The History PT2

Pairing: Hvitserk X Reader

Summary: Used to the modern way of living you now had to adopt to the medieval culture and lifestyle. What still felt like an incredible dream was the new reality you had to face.

A/N: And here I am back with the second part of the “back to the history” series. 🤗 I really hope you’ll enjoy it. Furthermore, I want to thank you all for giving me such nice feedback. ❤ As always, I’d appreciate a lot of feedback. Feel free to leave comments or reblog. 😊

Part 1 Part 3

When you are stuck in a situation where you must choose between a sharp bloody sword or a harmless helpful hand what would you choose? You’re totally right. The helping hand it is. It didn’t take long until I finally put my hand in his. I didn’t even have to think about it. The decision was way easier made than any other decision I had to make in my entire life. As he was helping me up, I was wondering how a dream could feel so real. I clearly felt his hand around mine, I felt the warmth of his hand and its movements. Everything about it felt so real. Creepy.

Thankful I looked up at him. His behavior and his facial features told me he was the friendly and trustworthy one of these two. At least he wasn’t the one who was trying to kill me. Instead he was smiling down at me which helped me relax a bit as we or at least I carefully stepped over these tons of dead bodies. He led me to a large stone building, and I were just following him like a loyal dog. I knew he was a completely stranger to me. I’ve seen him kill a lot of men but still I was following every step he took. What made me so sure I was safe with him? Was it the way he protectively held my hand or was it the way he often looked back at me to make sure I was keeping up with him? I didn’t know. I just did what felt right and it definitely did feel absolutely right.

Before entering the to me very old building the church bells rang. I knew that sound. It was the only thing around me which was familiar to me. It was exactly the same sound the church bells back in the by me well-known city made. I stopped, let go of his hand and turned around to look at the church across from my figure. It was the old version of the church I walked by every single day. The similarity between both versions was hard to miss out. “What is it?”, I heard the man who was a few steps ahead of me ask. And again, I didn’t understand him, but I could tell the meaning by the questioning look on his face. Not able to explain myself I just shrugged before continuing to follow him inside but not without checking the time. It was seven o’clock in the evening. The last time I checked the time it was nine o’clock, two hours ahead. Dreams often do not match reality, that’s totally normal. Nothing to freak out about. I was obviously still holding on to the thought of me just dreaming all of these things I had no solid explanation for. The question was how much longer I could ignore that all of this was in fact very real.

Inside this great building there were a lot of people gathering and drinking together. I suppose they were celebrating their victory. There were men and women lively talking and having fun. The fact that they were all splattered with the blood of their defeated opponents seemed not to bother them at all. They rather seemed to be proud of it. Even my companion stopped in his tracks to shout with joy: “As always the gods stood by our side! They chose us to win this battle!”. I just stood there and watched the people who automatically went crazy about his words. Apparently, he was a highly valued man with the potential of a great leader. I must confess I was impressed.

“Follow me!”, he looked back at me and went ahead. I supposed I had to keep following him and as I did, I felt a dozen pairs of curious eyes on me. My modern style stood out from all this historical fashion they were all wearing. In addition to that the company of the man who was walking me past the great hall down a relatively dark corridor was also one of the reasons why I felt like standing on stage in the middle of the spotlight. I guessed they were all questioning themselves who the hell I was and what I was doing there. By the way I’d also loved to know the answers for especially the second question.

As we walked along the corridor, we came across a woman who the man immediately spoke to. While they were talking, I just stood there looking around and observing the walls made of stones and the few decorations presented on the wall. It didn’t just exactly look like a medieval building it also felt like it. I zoned out admiring the beauty of the building but when I noticed the man constantly looking and pointing at me, I shifted my attention back to the people obviously talking about me. Not understanding one word of what they were talking made me feel uncomfortable. I may have shown my feelings through the look I gave the man, because he began to laugh and said something like: “you’re going to be okay, don’t worry!”. Although I wasn’t sure about the meaning I felt eased until I was brought into a small room with a wooden bathtub in the center. Finally, I understood why he brought me there. One more time I looked down at me and now after some time had passed, I felt disgusted by myself. Even some strands of my hair were stuck together because of the now all dried blood. I looked worse than someone who had just committed murder. “Get her cleaned up and give her some appropriate clothes to wear when she’s done! – Also, please wash her clothes maybe she’ll need them back!”, he looked up from the woman to me. “I’ll wait for her in the great hall. Please make sure she’ll be there.”, he gave me a friendly smile before he turned around and went away. Helplessly I smiled back. After all that was all I could do.

The whole time I felt more than just uncomfortable. I was used to take a bath alone with no one watching me. I usually took a bath to relax and enjoy time all by myself but this time it wasn’t relaxing at all. I know the woman was just there to help me, to get the bathtub refilled with warm water if needed and I really was thankful for her kindness, but I couldn’t help but feel stressed. I was all the more relieved when I finally was allowed to leave the bathroom. Instead of the all bloody clothes I was wearing before I was now dressed in a burgundy colored long dress and matching shoes. Paired to the pretty dress the woman beautifully braided my hair. When I looked down at myself, I was no longer disgusted I was positively surprised. I’ve never worn such a dress before, and I immediately loved it. When I looked back up, I noticed another woman who was watching me with a small smile on her lips. I suppose she was waiting for me, because when I gave her an irritated smile, she held her arm out in the direction I came from earlier. I wanted to but I didn’t know how to thank her, so I just nodded while smiling politely before I went down the corridor. Since the dress was quite long, I had to lift the front of the dress a little bit in order to not trip over the precious fabric and accidently rip it.

While walking down the corridor I didn’t hear loud voices laugh and cheer like I did before. The noise turned into an alarming silence. I had to deep breath in and out before eventually entering the great hall. Every man and woman left the now almost empty hall. There were only two people there. The man who was willing to kill me and the man with the breathtaking smile were both sitting at the end of the to my surprise really great hall. I’m glad that it was him, the one I trusted who noticed me first. He immediately got up and came to me while smiling non-stop.

He looked me up and down still smiling to himself. The way he looked at me made me feel special but at the same time it made me feel exposed to him. “Come! Let’s have a talk!”. He looked at me waiting for an answer or at least a movement, but I just stood there helplessly staring at him. I felt so sorry for not responding to him and I was ashamed of it. He on the other hand didn’t seem to care much about it. Instead he just laughed, laid an arm around my shoulders and led me farther into the room until we were standing in front of the other man.

“I hope you are now willing to tell us about yourself. – Who are you and where are you from?”, he was still angry, I could feel it, but he could yell at me as much as he pleased, but I still couldn’t give him the answer he was hoping for.

Sighing he threw the hands in the air before turning to the man who was still standing next to me: “I told you, Brother. She either simply doesn’t want to say anything or she just can’t.”. Now both were back staring at me as if they could get the answers, they needed just by watching me intensely. “She’s not from here. It’s just reasonable she doesn’t speak our language!”, he turned his gaze back to the one who was sitting on a throne.

“Then teach her! She could have some useful information’s after all.”, with a sneaky smile he dismissed us. “Also, don’t forget to show her how things are handled around here!”, he added.

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OMG Alyssa, thank you for posting about Normal People! I started watching it because I saw Niall’s tweet about it that you posted on here and I was curious. I just finished the series two days ago and wow, it packed a punch. I read some spoilers ahead of time and still was surprised and super sad by the way the last 5 min played out. Like many people, I had an on again off again ‘relationship’ that sometimes resembled this one, and I really appreciate a story taking that seriously. Part1

Pt2: now that I have finished Normal People I read through all your tagged posts. It’s so nice to see so many people that love and relate to this show and have wonderful things to say about it. Parts of it were 😭 and some discussions are too, so hooray for fan content celebrating the best moments and lessons ☺️ So many stories and tv shows have these on and off relationships, but they rarely seem realistic or like they are meant to be taken seriously. I love that NP claims that they are an

Pt3: important source of personal growth, and worth the time and energy, even if the two people don’t end up together, and even if it looks like the ‘relationship’ isn’t mature or quite working when they are in it. I related to some of Marianne’s insecurities because I wasn’t popular in grade school and I waited so long to start dating and making moves on guys I liked. But unlike Marrianne, I always had a small group of friends and the most supportive family that made me feel good about myself

Pt4 NP: Since my first kiss & first time were post-college, I was VERY self conscious about my lack of experience. It made dating more difficult for me at the time. The first guy I slept with looked a bit like MP 😍 and has some traits in common with Connel: athletic, yet quiet and smart, loves to read and write, and assumes that makes him a great communicator, despite his difficulty expressing emotions. Also the depression 😞 Needless to say, I was really Going Through It watching this show.

Pt5 NP: I didn’t expect to relate to any of the other relationships on the show, but Gareth kind of looks like and f*cks like my first serious boyfriend. We met in grad school shortly after I decided I was done with the back and forth unpredictability with the PM lookalike. Serious & Commited boyfriend was also involved in every club and was class president of his grad school, super gregarious and loved to host parties yet not clean up, argumentative and critical and always thought he was right

Pt6: So when I saw the Marianne-Gareth dynamic I was like: WTF I relate to this so hard too. I can see what she was doing there: exploring new things in college and dating someone very different than C. I was with my Gareth for 3.5 years and he ended it. Now we are friendly exes who talk regularly, he is married, and I have 0 desire to f*ck him. First dude however: still have the hots 🥵 for him, which makes it difficult to have a cordial friendship, despite genuinely wanting to.

NP pt6 or 7 I lost count tbh sorry for spamming you via anon: I related to Paul and Marianne emailing when they were dating other people. When I’ve done that, it has felt like a good way to stay in touch while keeping some emotional distance and avoiding flirting and falling into the communication patterns you had while dating. I also related to the sporadic timing of their communication. we all need space to move on and fall for new people. When things are good with an ex it’s easy to want them

please, i love that you shared this with me 🥺 it’s wild that you related to it and found yourself in it as much as you did, but then again, i suppose it’s a very relatable and true to life story, and if i were to list everything that i saw of myself throughout the series, it would probably be a long-ass list as well.

that also a VERY good point about finding ways to keep emotional distance, because it’s easy to want someone when your relationship is going well. i feel like we kind of saw that during the episode in italy especially. things between them were going well, while her relationship with her boyfriend was getting more and more tense, so it was easy for them to slip into their old patterns and ways :’/

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theperksofbeingbarbie · 5 years

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The Empath (Pt2/6)

Summary: Picking up after Klaus comes back from his chat with Reggie, you join the Umbrella Academy as the heat starts turning up under this apocalypse.

Set during I Heard a Rumour

Warnings: Language; Mention of former overdoses; Mention of CPR

Pairing: Diego x Reader; Platonic!Klaus x Reader

Word Count: 1.436

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6

A/N: So this might suck, but here’s the second part. This is really just kinda setting it up for the big action-y parts. A little bit of banter, the introduction of a stranger into this weird ass family. Feel free to let me know what you think! Do have any thoughts for this going forward?

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You huffed as you sat in your car, Klaus staring straight ahead in the passenger seat. “You wanna talk-”

“No,” Klaus replied quickly, not giving you a chance to finish your sentence.

It wasn’t the first time you had to do CPR on Klaus. Hell, you had plenty of overdoses between the two of you. It was, however, the first time you used your powers to push back the group of men that attacked him. The fear of them hurting your best friend was overwhelming, stifling. You didn’t mean to let out that big of a pulse but there were hundreds of people in that building, all of their emotions filling you; it was only a matter of time before you snapped. It was also the first time you were afraid he wouldn’t actually wake up. But in true Klaus fashion, he woke up and just... left, asking where Luther went. You heard someone mention the bouncer kicking him out as you trailed after Klaus.

“Will you stay at the mansion with me?” Klaus finally requested after a few silent moments in the car, glancing over at you as you started the engine. He had mentioned the impending apocalypse and how he thought you’d be able to help earlier in the evening, it only made sense to stay the night and meet the family, though you could tell he just didn’t want to be alone.

“I can’t believe you actually slept with the furry,” you commented with an amused laugh as you poured Luther a cup of coffee.

“Who the hell are you?” Five asked as he took the cup out of Luther’s hand, taking a sip as he sat down, grimacing at the taste. “Who do I have to kill for a decent cup of coffee around here?”

You paused pouring a cup for Ben, glancing up at Klaus. “Why is a literal child talking to me like that?”

“Now, now, you two. Behave. Five, Luther, this is [Y/N]. [Y/N], this is Luther and Five,” Klaus introduced, handing you the sugar as you sat down, remembering how you liked your coffee.

“I thought you said this was a family meeting? What are they doing here?” Luther asked, groaning quietly as Klaus tapped the spatula he was holding on the table.

“[Y/N] is more like family than you realize, dear brother. They’re one of us.”

“Klaus dubbed me the Empath,” you added, taking a sip of your coffee.

“You can feel people’s emotions,” Five clarified on behalf of Luther’s hungover brain.

“And do some pretty cool shit with the energy. Like get a group of douche bags off your brother while you dance the night away with a girl,” you added, glaring at Luther who just ducked his head in embarrassment.

“Okay!” Klaus interrupted before you got more annoyed. “Is this everyone? Has anyone seen Diego or Allison? No? I guess this is as close to quorum we’ll have.” You could feel the empty space behind you grow slightly agitated: Ben didn’t think this was a good idea. “I conjured Dad last night,” Klaus finally admitted with a sigh.

There was a pause before Luther spoke up, “I thought you haven’t been able to conjure anyone in years?”

You looked to the space beside you. Did Klaus not tell his family about Ben? Did they not believe Ben was actually there? You couldn’t usually feel the emotions of the deceased, but with the bond Ben and Klaus had, you could feel him as if he was actually there. How could they not believe that Klaus could manage to conjure their brother?

“Well, no, but I’m sober now! Yay!” Klaus answered with a smile.

You stayed quiet as the brothers bickered among themselves, feeling Klaus growing... Sad. They weren’t believing him, they didn’t care that he was clean, he was missing his love. It wasn’t fair. You were about to speak up when Pogo came out of his room. Suddenly the energy went from sadness to anger, confusion. “Luther,” you warned, feeling him growing the most agitated.

“It was his dying wish, Master Luther,” Pogo said softly, looking down sadly.

You huffed once everyone went their separate ways, rubbing Klaus’ back as he sat down beside you with a tired sigh.

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You were sitting on the end of Klaus’ bed catching up with him as he attempted to knit. He mostly just pulled on the yarn and sighed dejectedly.

“Get dressed, we’re going out,” Five said as he suddenly came into Klaus’ room. “You too.”

“Where are we going?” you asked, not making any effort to move because Klaus didn’t.

“To save the world, of course.”

“Oh, is that all?” Klaus asked with a playful roll of his eyes as he sat up.

You climbed out of his bed to find something clean you could borrow, tossing a tie-dye shirt toward him. You hid behind the wardrobe door to change your shirt, appearing a moment later in one of his old band t-shirts. You listened to the pair wonder about their father and how he could’ve known about the end of the world but kept out of it. You followed the brothers out of Klaus’ room pulling on a cardigan that was hanging up by Klaus’ door. Your motley crew stopped when another of their brothers ran by. You quickly figured out it was Diego, your first celebrity crush. How could someone still look so fucking hot?

“Where have you been?”

“Jail- don’t ask. Who the fuck are you?” Diego asked as he appeared in the hallway again, pulling his harness on.

“Does no one in this fucking house know how to say hello like a normal human?” you replied sardonically. “[Y/N]. Klaus’ friend.”

“Oh, yeah, we met before. I think you were high.” Diego’s eyes dragged over your body, nodding in approval. “You look a lot better now. Has anyone seen Luther?”

Your cheeks went bright red at the attention from Diego, shaking your head.

“Haven’t seen him since this morning, why?”

“Allison’s in trouble.”

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After trying a few bars, Klaus managed to find Luther in one close to the Academy. “Look!” You all filed in, standing next to the table as Luther refused to look at any of you. “Trying a little hair of the dog, hm?”

Diego sat down beside Luther with a huff. “Give us a minute,” he demanded, waving the three away.

“Yes, daddy,” you drawled, turning on your heel to follow your friend to another table.

“Don’t make me hear that with my ears ever again,” Klaus growled, causing you to laugh.

The corner of Diego’s lip quirked at your teasing before he turned his attention to Luther.

You couldn’t hear much, but it was taking a lot longer than you expected. Klaus even mimed checking his watch to Five who seemed just as confused. Luther was out of his chair a moment later, breaking the door off its hinges as the group ran after him.

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“So, you’re one of us?” Diego questioned quietly, looking over at you. There was a bit of time to kill on the drive to Harold Jenkin’s house in the woods and nothing to do.

You nodded, pulling your foot up onto the seat beneath you. You lowered it a moment later when Diego glared at you. He didn’t mind you sitting in the front with him, as long as you respected his car. “I can feel people’s emotions and use the energy to do things. Anger conjures fire, fear pushes things away from me, and sadness or pain causes things to break. I’ve broken a lot of mirrors because of exes.” You chuckled at the memories, shaking your head a bit.

“Happiness makes them all warm,” Klaus added with a fond smile.

You laughed again, thinking of all the times Klaus would make you laugh just to act as his personal heater on cold nights.

“Are you and Klaus....?” Diego inquired awkwardly.

“No!” you said in unison with your friend. “Jesus, no. I’m single as a Pringle.”

Five let out an uncomfortable sound at that, causing you to wince.

“Pringles are always better when you have two stacked together, though,” Diego replied, trying to follow along with your awkward flirting.

Klaus slowly slid forward, resting his elbows on the back of the seats. “Diego, brother, are you trying to get with my friend?”

You managed to manifest a little flame on the end of your middle finger, flicking it at Klaus’ forehead, smirking when he yelped.

“That’s mean!” the medium protested, sitting back in his seat as he rubbed his forehead as if to disperse the heat. Everyone chuckled at the expense of Klaus and for a moment, it wasn’t like the apocalypse was in two days.

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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Love Of My Life - Part 1

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Description: same concept of the movie p.s. i love you :’)

RogerxReader with also JohnxReader

(this is the first chap of my new story!!! i hope its okay, im so excited for pt2 omg. this is prob really long and drawn out, but im trying to get as much as i can out there before pt2. its gonna be sad and angsty so im SORRY pay attention to the foreshadowing thats all im gonna SAY)

Word Count: 1,773

They say finding your soulmate is rare. Half the time, everyone gets it wrong. They’re searching for someone that can fill this vast void in their life, but most of the time, they just end up expanding it. Your parents thought they were each other’s soulmates, but they were wrong. And you had to be the witness of them finding out they weren’t meant for each other. You were the product of fake love and you swore to yourself that you would never put your children through that. You swore that you would make sure the person you’re with is your soulmate. And then you met John.

The two of you met at one of the oddest locations you could have thought of. A funeral. It had been a rainy Sunday evening as you and your grandmother arrived at the funeral home. One of her older friends had passed away and she needed someone to drive her here today. You, of course, said yes. You had no relations to this one women whatsoever, but stepping out of the car, you were hit with sadness. Maybe it was just being at a funeral home, or because it was gloomy out, or just the thought of death in general. You weren’t sure, but you could feel it. You had rushed and helped your grandma out of the car. The two of you paused and looked around at all of the other guests.

They were all wearing black outfits with dark sunglasses over their eyes. To hide their tears perhaps? Your grandma and you look at yourselves and suddenly feel odd. The two of you have never worn black to a funeral. It was too cliche and it made you even more depressed. The two of you were wearing bright colors, that symbolizes happiness. Funerals weren’t meant to grieve and feel sad at, they were meant to celebrate a great life that lived. Guess everyone else didn’t feel the same way. You smile to your grandma and slowly begin walking towards the front of the building. A man and another older lady were standing by it, talking. He had looked over to you as you approached and he stood up straight. He stared at you with stars in his eyes and you couldn’t help admire how handsome he was. He smiled to you as you walked closer and you smiled back. Your grandma spotted the older women he was with and she calls out her name. The two of them get excited and hug each other tightly. You’re stood there next to the man awkwardly as you two just smile to one another.

“Y/n!” says your grandma. “This is my best friend, Rose!”

You smile sweetly to the women as you hold out your hand to shake hers.

“So nice to meet you, Rose.” you reply back.

She smiles to you and pats your hand with her other. She looks to the man next to her and places her hand on his shoulder.

“And this is my grandson John.”

John, you thought to yourself. I like that name. You smile up to him and watch as his cheeks slightly flush at all of the attention on him.

“And this is my granddaughter, y/n.” says your grandma, proudly.

You grin to John and reach out your hand to him.

“Nice to meet you, John.” you say.

He stares at your hand for a split second before his brain processes what’s happening. He quickly reaches forward and grabs yours.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” he responds.

There’s a slight shock between your two and the both of you almost gasp. You’re stood there for a second as your hands touch together and your eyes stare at each other. You remember where you were and you suddenly drop your hand. You felt something and you know for a fact that John did too. You were just frustrated of all places to meet him, it had to be a funeral. The two of you awkwardly smile at each other as your grandmother’s continue talking. Everyone starts to fill the building as you all look around.

“Shall we go in now?” asks Rose to you all. “You two should sit next to us.”

Your grandma smiles to you and agrees with her. John watches you as you enter the building first. You were, once again, nervous about your choice of clothing. A bright yellow sundress looked so out of place surrounded by all black. You noticed older people staring at you as if you had two heads. You cross your arms and look down to watch your feet. You hated to be the center of attention and this is exactly what that felt like. Your grandma noticed how nervous you seemed to be as she walks up to stand next to you. She looks around and realizes people were looking at your outfit. She leans in close to your and whispers.

“Screw what all of these people think,” she starts. “They’re all gonna be dead soon anyways.”

Your eyes open wide at you grandmas words as you look around fast, hoping no one had heard her. You look to her fast and watch as a mischievous smile forms on her face. You grin and can’t help but to laugh with her. John is stood a few steps away as he admires you. You all walk and find seats in the far back corner of the room. A pastor is up in the front of the room, getting everything ready for the service. People were sat all around you with tissues up to their faces. They were already crying and it hadn’t even begun yet. You didn’t understand why someone could be so depressed over someone passing. Then again, you haven’t had to live through that yet. Yes, it would be sad, but people tend to leave you all the time. Surely you would be use to that… Right?

The service suddenly begins, but you can’t help but focus on anything else but this. You glance over to your right at John and watch him for a moment. You suddenly look away fast as he glances over to you. He noticed you looking as he smirks. Whatever it is that you felt earlier when the two of you touched, he felt it too. And he knew you did as well. The pastor continues talking about life and living and suddenly it’s over. You all stand up and make your way to the grave site where they’ll bury the casket. You’re stood around towards the back as you glance down at your grandma. She’s the only one not crying, besides you. You didn’t understand why she wasn’t emotional. The woman who had passed away was her best friend in the whole entire world.

The burial is over as you all make your way to a building next door for the reception. John is stood next to you as you enter inside and look around. Long tables were set up with food and drinks all scattered around. Everyone around you flocks to them. John looks to you and you look up to him. He looks to the drinks and opens his mouth to speak.

“Um, would you like some punch?” he asks, hoping you say yes.

And you do.

“I would love some. Thank you.” you reply back, smiling.

He smiles and nods his head as he makes his way over to the busy table. You look back to your grandma as she stands by the doors. You walk over to her and she notices a confused expression on your face.

“Grandma?” you ask. “Are you okay? You didn’t cry once today. Did you take your medicine?”

She laughs at you and shakes her head.

“I’m fine, dear. You can’t force yourself to cry, ya know.” she teases.

“I know, but she was your best friend. I’m just surprised is all. It’s okay to be sad.” you tell her, hoping that might help.

She just smiles sweetly to you and slowly nods her head.

“I’m very sad. Rebecca was my best friend. But when you lose the love of your life, your other half, suddenly a funeral after that just doesn’t compare. You can’t find the same sadness you felt when they leave you. Almost numb.”

She was talking about when your grandpa had passed away. It was the hardest time ever in your grandma's life and you remember it so clearly. How she never wanted to leave her house, how she sobbed all the time. It was horrible. You never wanted to go through what she went through. You sadly smile to her as John walks up with the punch.

“Here you go.” he says as he hands it out to you.

You take it and quickly thank him as you sip on it. Your grandma looks between the two of you and senses something. She smirks and has an idea.

“Ya know,” she starts. “You two are awfully shy around each other. You should get to know one another. John, you should take y/n for a meal one day.”

You suddenly almost choke on the punch you were drinking. Your eyes open wide as she spoke. John’s smile falls as he looks to you quickly. You were so embarrassed. He doesn’t know what to say. He stutters his words as your grandma speaks once more.

“I had a soulmate look at me just like you look at her.” she says.

You wanted to scream, run and hide away. John’s face was bright red as he listened to her speak. Your grandma just smile sweetly and grabbed your hand.

“She’ll be ready at eight. Your grandma knows where we live.” is all she says as she begins walking away with you.

You look back to John quickly and mouth a ‘I’m so sorry’ to him. He smiles back and shakes his head mouthing back ‘I’m not’. You can’t help but smile to him as your heart flutters. The two of you stare at each other for a second longer before you turn and continue walking. Your grandma had used the word soulmate and she never uses that. You think about John and how you felt that spark when he touched your hand. You smile to yourself as you make your way to your car. You had met John, of all places, at a funeral.

You didn’t realize that the last time you would see him, would be at one too.

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cafeshiawase · 4 years

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it might be that deep pt2

sooo it was kamiya’s birthday on the 17th of jan and i wanted to share something interesting w the class about his subtle development over the years

his very first birthday line from 2016 is as such:

“It’s your birthday? Happy birthday! ...huh? Mine? Haha, now that you mention it you’re right. I always end up not paying attention when it comes to myself. I’m happy, thank you.”

it tells us something pretty intrisic about kamiya’s personality. he always puts other people first and is often careless with regards to himself. his airheadedness and dedication to others is cute but its also kind of...worrying, kind of feels like he doesn’t think his own birthday is worth celebrating (i have to wonder if it wasn’t his parents influence, since he does say they didn’t really celebrate anything in their house...)

anyway, the year after in 2017, we get this (taken from the sidem_eng twitter):

“Today is my birthday, right? I remembered this time because I’ve had people all around me saying, “Don’t forget your birthday!” for the past couple of days. I’m so fortunate to have so many people to celebrate with.”

and then the year after in 2018, we get something similar, with him remembering his birthday because everyone texted him at midnight to say happy birthday. i think these little acts from others over the years have helped him realise his happiness is just as important as others. i don’t actually have his 2019 line at all, but i can share this year’s line with the class...

“Ah, today’s my birthday. Don’t worry, I remembered this time, since last night I was rereading old birthday cards...to receive such wishes every year is a blessing.”

i think this is a really beautiful and subtle note of character growth. he started out never remembering his own birthday, but recently he’s remembered it all on his own and has been actively reminiscing over celebrations of years past. i’d also like to share the line from his pride star sr as a final note, because it perfectly encapsulates and summarises this growth:

“In order to make someone happy, I must first be happy myself. Of course, I’m very happy now, because I can make my future on the stage with my important friends.”

#save #i love him so much. im so glad hes learning to love himself too

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isolaradiale · 5 years

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“If I were to describe a feeling, if I can truly ‘feel’, I would say that it feels like it’s time to bring this city’s prologue to a close.”

The cold wind of the New Year would bite at anyone out as late at night as the girl clad in a cherry blossom kimono. But she wasn’t biological - the cold air registered as nothing more than a reading to be detected by her sensors.

Floating high above the hole as she had during the city’s conception, Ofiuco was dressed festively for the New Year. Celebrations had ended a few days prior, but much like a child, she was quick to cling to things she liked. New outfits were just one of those things.

From the moment she’d awoken all those years ago, she’d been plagued with existential questions regarding her own existence. Her creator had intended her to be as “human” as possible, but just what did that imply? She’d been assured by the others that her time watching over the city would help her find her answers.

With the moon at her back, several screens took form in the air around her. The next step was a certain protocol---a protocol to test the city’s strength of heart and ensure that they would be able to overcome what the future would hold. If they could not weather this test and see the desired result to fruition, then this project was surely doomed.

“Hope” itself would be doomed. But Ofiuco did not understand neither heart nor hope: she could only initiate the test itself. The result would be judged by the others.

Her hands fidgeted after booting up the test. Was she…

Nervous?

That morning began like any other. The chirping of birds stirred many from their slumber. Some showered as they readied for their day while others retired from their overnight shifts. It was like any other day in the ever peaceful city of Spirale.

T̶̀́͟h҉̷̀́͢i͏͘͜͞s̢̢͠͡ ̶̸͡p̡͘͟͝l͏̨̛̛͘ą̸c̷̕͜e͝ ̧̛͠͡w̢͡h̸́͏͘e͠r̛͝e̷̢͠҉ ̷́͏̴́t̨̛ḩ͜͠ę̕͢͡y̶̨͢͠҉’̕͝͡d͝͠҉̶̨ ͠͏̢͜͏b҉̕ę̢e̛͞n̸̢̕҉͝ ̵̵͘k̀͝e̕͡p̵̷̛͠t̸͏̵͜͡ ͘̕h̶͡o̵͘ś͜͝t̴͜͞a̛͏̡̕ģ̵̡́ę͞͏.̧͘͠

T҉h̸is҉ ̡p͏҉l̀͏a̡͜͞ce͘͝ ̨th͞͝a̸͠t̛͢ ͝҉̛t̛͜h̛͞ey͢’͡ḑ̶̧ ͏̷b̨̀een͞͡ ́͢͝f͡or͘͝c͏҉e͘d̶̀ ͏̢̀t̀͏̡ó̢ ̸͘͜c̀͡͝a̢͢l̵̴l͢͠ ̸̵͢h͞o̸̧m̴̧͠ę̴́.҉̛

Ţhis͠ ̶pl͟ace̡ ̵tha҉t̢ ͞wa̶s͜ t́h̡e̛iŕ home͢.̵

This place where they’d always lived.

THIS PLACE WHERE THEY WERE BORN.

Subtle changes washed over the city. Those that had come from different worlds? Their memories were rewritten to believe that they’d been born and raised in Spirale. Those that were native to the island? They now believed the visitors could be counted among them. History was adjusted, bonds were created, dynamics were altered. The city would continue on as usual, but what could be considered “normal” had undergone a drastic change.

The sun was rising on a new chapter for the city and not a single individual would even realize what was out of place. The pain and pleasure of their past lives merged into the history of the city, if not erased outright. It was the new beginning that some surely longed for, but never expected to receive.

Reality had been SUBVERTED.

Welcome to the first event of 2019, SUBVERSION! With the first six months behind us and the introductory period for the group coming to a close, we’ll effectively be laying the groundwork for the future of the group!

So... what’s happening?

As of midnight on January 05, 2018, all muses in the group have had their memories altered. They now believe that they have lived in Spirale since birth and will carry on as if that has always been the case. Don’t worry, this is temporary!

You can put as little or as much thought as you’d into building your character’s AU past in Spirale. If you’d like to incorporate events from their canon but change them to fit into their AU history, that’s fine! Likewise, if you’d like to give them a normal life or tweak their backgrounds to make them a little different that’s fine as well.

You can also use this as an opportunity to pre-existing relationships with other characters in the group. Have them know each other, have them be friends, lovers, enemies, it’s up to you!

An important note: From the moment the character’s memories were altered, all of their powers and abilities were also sealed. Given that their memories have been altered, they would also not be aware they have them in any way. You are free to come up with any method you like to maintain any alterations they were maintaining via any powers, however! Many different things exist in Spirale, after all.

You’ll be able to create PT1 starters throughout the entire duration of the event. PT2 is scheduled to go up on January 13th!

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Will my character retain these AU memories after the event?

Vaguely, yes! Or if you choose to allow them to. However, your character’s original memories will be regained at the end of PT1 and will still function as their primary memories, so you can’t use their AU memories to alter your portrayal long term short of their reaction to these feigned recollections.

Do PT1 and PT2 count as two separate events? What counts as participation?

PT1 and PT2 will count as a single event. Because of the nature of the event story, you’ll require participation in both parts in order for SUBVERSION to count towards any rank ups. Keep in mind that these memories will be important for PT2 and it will be difficult to participate in PT2 if you don’t at least set up your AU for PT1.

How should I set up my ad post?

It’d be best to finalize the details of your character’s AU first and foremost and let people know! What kind of upbringing did they have? What career do they have? What do they spend their free time doing? Anything that might be important for others to know!

What if my character is a non-human?

In cases like these you have the choice to either: make them human for the duration of PT1 or keep them as a non-human. The city will likely treat non-humans more harshly and might make for a more unique background within the AU of this section. Of course, short of minor passive traits their abilities would still be non-existent.

What are the limitations for our AU versions?

There aren’t many. The first is that you cannot recreate any plot points from their canon into their AU that involve powers (since powers are turned off for PT1). The second is that you should make sure not to give them a career or role that wouldn’t exist within the setting. For example, there are no princesses in Spirale since its a modern city. You could, however, make your character an heiress or something of the sort which is similar. Finally, you may not alter the ages of your characters.

Can we create families with other muses?

Yes! But obviously a character that is 26 isn’t going to have a child that’s 18. In cases like these it might be easier to have sibling relationships.

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