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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 1 year

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Separated (Mountain x GN! Reader FLUFF)

You hummed contently to yourself as you made your way into the garden, a basket full of tools on your arm. You had been informed that there was a lot of harvesting that needed to be done by Primo, he figured this was one of the last big growths of produce the Abbey would get before switching to next seasons crops. You had to collect what you could before the garden was cleared out for the season. You carefully made your way through each bed, collecting whatever carrots, lettuce, potatoes, and other produce you could find. You paused momentarily at the sound of shuffling leaves, you realized you weren't alone. "Hello?" You call out meekly, unsure of who could possibly be out here in the garden. There was some more quiet shuffling before a Ghoul emerged from under one of the nearby trees.

"Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He says bashfully. He cautiously walked closer to you, not wanting to come up to you too fast. As he got closer to you he gradually began to block the sun, leaving you in the shade of his enormous shadow. He had his hands halfway in his pockets, thumbs sticking out to the side. He gives you a warm smile, his sharp teeth peeking out from behind his lips. "My name's Mountain, I don't believe we've met before." He kneels down next to you, helping you collect the vegetables off of the plant you were working on. You were having trouble finding words to respond with, all you could do was stare at him. You suddenly had this giant ghoul mere inches away from you in the garden, he was beautiful, and you were absolutely terrified. Mountain, luckily, didn't seem bothered by the prolonged silence as you tried to remember how to introduce yourself.

"I'm (Y/N)-" you cringed at the sound of you stuttering over your own name. "I joined a couple weeks ago, I haven't met too many people yet." You were still too scared to start working on the plant with him. What if you accidentally bumped into him and burst into flames? From what the other siblings told you, the Ghouls were terrifying creatures, you were hoping you'd never have to come into contact with one. It seems like that wasn't an option anymore. "Y... you're not going to eat me, are you?" At your question Mountain burst out laughing, causing you to stumble back in shock.

"That's what they're telling new Siblings now, huh? That we're going to eat you." He wipes his eyes with the heels of his hands, his body shaking every so often from another fit of laughter bubbling up in his chest. "I'm not going to eat you, none of the Ghouls are I promise." He glances over to your basket, noticing it's just about full. "Would you like some help carrying that back to the Abbey?"

You nod, "if it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all, a Ghoul's sole purpose is to help." He offers you his hand to help you up. You accept it, unable to take your eyes off him. He lifts the basket with ease, walking slowly so you wouldn't struggle to keep up with his long strides. He talked to you the whole way back to the Abbey. He asked how you liked being a sibling, what some of your interests were, how you liked working in the garden. He was one of the most genuinely kind people you had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Once back inside he helped you wash and store all of the produce you had collected so it could be used in the kitchen. After all was said and done he walked you back to your dorm, just to make sure you got there safely. "It was wonderful meeting you (Y/N), hopefully I'll see you soon." He smiles at you, bowing slightly to be closer to eye level with you.

"I hope so too, I'm usually in the garden... y'know, if you ever want to swing by and chat." You return his smile, having trouble meeting his gaze. You both exchange your good evenings and Mountain heads off. You couldn't keep the smile off your face, you felt like this was the beginning of you making your first friend at the Abbey. Over the coming days that theory proved to be right. Mountain began dropping by the garden every day to see you, helping you whenever he could, and walking you back to your dorm every evening. It became a sort of routine between the two of you. However, today Mountain seemed a bit troubled. You stopped at the door like normally, he was uncharacteristically stiff. "Is everything alright?"

"I'm going to be leaving for tour tomorrow." He mutters. You knew this was coming, you knew he'd be back, but you wouldn't be able to see him for a couple months.

"Hey," you try your best to sound reassuring, "it'll be alright, I'll still be here when you get back." Your face lights up when you think of an idea. You pulled a marker out of your basket of gardening supplies, you always liked to keep one handy in case you had to write yourself a note. You uncapped it and offered it out to Mountain, "you can text me while you're on tour." He smiles softly, taking a step closer to you and carefully holding your arm in his hand. He wrote down his number, reading it out loud to you to make sure you heard the numbers, his hand writing could be a little messy sometimes. You read over the number a few more times in your head, smiling to yourself. "Well, I guess I'll see you when you get back."

"Yeah, um, be safe, alright?" You nod, a sudden sharp stab in your chest as you realize this would be the last time you would see him for a while. He awkwardly moves in for a hug, not sure if you would reciprocate. Before he has a chance to recoil you slip into his arms, pulling him close. His arms instantly wrap around you, crushing you to him. You inhaled deeply, trying to push down the sob that was choking you. In doing so you breathe in Mountains intoxicating scent. He smelled of smokey, musky incense and damp earth. "I'll come see you the second I get back."

"You better." Tears were stinging your eyes, you didn't want to ever let him go. Eventually you two separated, both of you unable to meet each other's gaze. You exchanged one more set of goodbyes before Mountain left. The coming days, weeks, months were agonizing. The only thing getting you through was the texts, pictures, and videos you got every day from Mountain. You were currently sitting on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at your phone. You were debating calling him, even hearing his voice for a few minutes would make you happy. Your thumb hovered over the call button, eventually your shaking hand forced you to accidentally press it. You listened to it ring once... twice... three times on the fourth ring he picked up.

"Hello?" His voice was raspy, thick with sleep. Panicked, you hung up, not knowing what to say. When your screen lit up with Mountain's name you had to stop yourself from smashing it on the floor. Knowing he would be worried something happened if you didn't pick up you reluctantly answered the phone. "(Y/N)... what's wrong?" He sounded very concerned.

"I-I'm sorry I woke you up." You were debating hanging up. "I'm fine. I just..." you let out a frustrated sigh, "I just wanted to hear your voice." Your face felt like it was on fire, why did you just admit that to him?

"Oh..." He sounded surprised. "Well, do you want to hear some tour stories?"

"I wouldn't want to keep you up."

"You're not!" He rushes to reassure you, "I was just taking a nap before the ritual" You hear him shuffling around for a moment, suddenly his camera turns on. "Can you see me?"

"Yeah... Yeah I can see you." You couldn't stop the smile from forming on your face as you looked at that big dork grinning at you.

"Do you want to put on your camera too?" He asks innocently.

"Oh, sure! Hang on, let me just fix myself up real quick, I'm a bit of a mess." You chuckle, you had been tossing and turning in bed before deciding to call him.

"I'm sure you look great." He says with a smile. You turned on your camera, setting your phone on your nightstand. "I knew it." He gives you a bashful grin. It was nice just being able to look at him, watch his mannerisms when he got excited, you felt like you could finally breathe again looking at him. "I have to get going, we have to get ready. I'll text you when I can."

"How much longer until you get back?"

"Only one more week." He grins at you. He begins talking to someone behind the phone. "Okay, I'll be right there. I gotta run, I mi-I'll see you soon." He quickly corrects himself with a blush. You exchange your goodbyes before he hangs up. Just one more week, you almost felt relieved at how soon that was. You laid back in bed, letting out a long sigh. That's when it hits you, you shoot back up to a sitting position. "Do I have a crush on Mountain?" You say in utter disbelief. You raked your hand through your hair. "I have a crush on Mountain." You groaned, falling back against your mattress. This was going to make your friendship with him a little more complicated. That final week he was gone went by slower than ever, but eventually the day you had been waiting for rolled around. You were currently kneeling in the garden, pulling weeds and humming softly to yourself. You perked up at the sound of the gate opening. You stood, looking around the Ghoul that had been occupying your every thought for months now. You spotted him, he was hurrying up the path, looking in every flower bed until you saw him up ahead. His eyes locked on you, you gave him a small wave which he returned. He started walking forward, his walk slowly turning into a jog and then more into a run as he rushed forward. Engulfing you in his arms with a loud thud, you immediately returned his embrace. You held onto him as tightly as you could, worrying that the second you let him go he was going to disappear again. You buried your face against his shoulder, breathing in that scent you missed so much. Mountain lifted you from the ground, your legs dangling in the air, you smile against him.

"I'm glad you kept your promise." You say quietly, you hear him chuckle slightly.

"Mountain!" He gently sets you down when he hears someone call his name. "There you are man, come on, we're all going out for- Oh, hello." You recognized this Ghoul from some of the pictures and videos you were sent, Aether approaches both of you. "You must be (Y/N), I've heard a lot about you from Mountain." He says, with a smile. You couldn't help but notice Mountain's embarrassed expression out of the corner of your eye.

"Nice to finally meet you Aether." You shake his hand. Aether looks you up and down.

"Mountain sure wasn't lying about you being pretty." You blush at his compliment, you hear Mountain let out a low growl behind you. Aether backs up, holding his hands up in surrender. "Alright, relax, just breaking the ice." He chuckled at how protective Mountain had gotten so quickly. You could feel the energy radiating off of him, it sent an electric buzz through your entire body. "As I was saying, we're all going out to dinner." His attention turned to you. "None of us have eaten all day." He turns and starts to walk away. "You can feel free to bring them with us if you'd like!" He calls over his shoulder.

Mountain glances down at you, straightening himself up to show confidence. He clears his throat, "would... would you like to join us for dinner?"

"Would it really be alright?" He nods.

"Everyone will love you, come on." He gives you a big toothy grin as he takes your hand, leading you out of the Abbey to meet the rest of the Ghouls. Mountain introduced you to everyone, a blur of names and faces that you could only hope at this point to remember, and you were off. Even though everyone was going together everyone took their own modes of transportation. Mountain handed you a helmet, your eyes grew wide. "Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?" You shook your head and he chuckled slightly. He takes the helmet back from you, gently placing it on your head and doing up the strap for you. He helps you get on the bike before getting on himself. "You can either hold onto my shoulders or you can wrap your arms around me like a hug. I recommend the latter if you're nervous, it'll make you feel a little sturdier." You slip your arms around him, pressing yourself to him. "Hold on tight beautiful, I'm going to make this as smooth as possible." You didn't have to look at his face to know he was smiling, you could hear it in his voice. He took off down the road, earning a startled shriek out of you. You held onto him for dear life, worrying you would fall off. But the longer you were riding, the more you got used to the feeling of Mountain cautiously leaning into turns and swerving slightly to avoid potholes you actually started to have fun. You let out an audible gasp as you looked out over the stretch of highway before you, the sun setting in a beautiful splattered canvas of reds, golds, and oranges.

"This is amazing." You say in awe, resting your chin on Mountains shoulder.

"Anytime you want a ride, you just let me know." He takes his eyes off the road from a brief moment to smile at you. You pulled up at the restaurant, joined not that long after by everyone else. You all had your fill of drinks and good food, Mountain refraining from having any alcohol, he didn't want you to worry about riding home with him. You politely declined the invitation to go out clubbing and you and Mountain decided to head back to the Abbey. The two of you walked back to your dorm in a comfortable silence. "I'm really glad you came with me."

"I'm just glad you're home." You say with a breathy laugh. Mountain closes the space between you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You missed him so much while he was gone. You reluctantly stepped away from him. He picks up your hand and gently brings the back of it to his lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Your hands linger together, remaining intertwined for perhaps a little longer than necessary before Mountain leaves you for the night. The next morning you woke with a start. Knowing that at some point today you would see the Ghoul you had fallen hopelessly in love with was enough to put you in the best mood. Heading down to the garden you couldn't help but smile at the sight of Mountain talking to Primo. You approached both of them.

"Good morning Papa, good morning Mountain." Mountain gives you a small smile and nod.

"(Y/N), Mountain is requesting to help you in the garden today if you'll allow it."

You nodded, "Mountain would be a huge help today Papa." Primo motions for Mountain to join you, his gaze immediately turning back to you.

"I will discuss Mountain's duties with Copia, if he has the time I will get him assigned to help you since the two of you seem so..." He trails off moments, looking Mountain up and down with a rather unimpressed gaze. "Familiar with each other. Now, Mountain, as for you. I'm a very tolerable man, you're not my Ghoul therefore I see no reason to be intervening in how you go about your business. The only thing that I will not put up with is one of the children under my direct care getting harmed in any way. Do you and I have an understanding?" Mountain nods in response, obviously intimidated by Primo's stern tone. He bids you farewell and heads on his way, leaving you and Mountain to your work. He studies you for a moment, swaying on his heels, a smile playing at his lips.

"You look really nice today." You blush and look down at your feet.

"Thank you, are you ready to get started?" You attempt to change the topic of conversation before you get too flustered. He nods, offering you has arm as you walked. The rest of the day was spent with you two stealing glances at each other, smiling whenever you got caught. You took a short lunch break, Mountain telling you stories about things that happened while he was away on tour, you still couldn't believe he was finally back. You two continued working until you noticed the sun setting. Mountain stands, helping you up. The two of you sit on a bench facing the horizon. You rest your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arm around your waist. You inhaled the scent of incense and soil with growing familiarity. "I missed you so much while you were touring."

"(Y/N), there wasn't a second that went by while I was away that I wasn't thinking about you." You met Mountain's gaze, his eyes a gorgeous golden brown in the soft light. "All I wanted was to hold you, to hear you laugh, to see you smile." You felt your pulse rapidly speed up at his words. Mountain let out a quiet chuckle, "your hearts racing." He states with a smile. He turns to you, taking both of your hands in his. "I crave you in every single possible way, I've never felt such a strong connection to someone. He slid closer to you, trying to close as much of the gap between the two of you as possible.

"Mountain." His name falls from your lips, warmth pooling in your chest as you gazed longingly at him. You wanted to tell him that you felt the same, that all of the time he was away from you was pure agony, that you wanted all of him. You were absolutely paralyzed by those beautiful chocolate brown eyes, his bright smile, his smell that made you feel like you were high.

"Say it beautiful." He could tell you wanted to say something, his gaze shifting between his eyes and your lips, his face inching closer to yours with every breath until he was painfully close to kissing you. Your body ached for him, every other feeling you could possibly be experiencing in this moment was replaced with pure want.

You swallowed hard you could feel his hot breath bouncing off your lips and it was driving you absolutely insane. "Please..." You whimpered, too embarrassed to ask for what you wanted. Mountains fingers ghosted across your jawline, his other arm tightening its grip on you as he guided your lips to his. You hummed in pure pleasure, you allowed your hands to wander his torso, feeling the subtle curves of his body under his shirt. His thumb trails across your skin before tilting your chin up slightly, allowing him to kiss you even deeper than he was previously You both breathed heavily, Mountain resting his forehead against yours.

"(Y/N)..." You watched the steady rise and fall of his shoulders. "I want you to be all mine." The two of you share a few more sloppy kisses.

"Mountain, if it wasn't already clear enough, I kind of like you a lot." You share a laugh. "Now how about I show you how much I missed you." You say with a devious grin as you pull him in for another passionate kiss.

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dreamfyrie · 1 year

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Heart of the Sky (Part 1)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Your relationship with Aemond was strong, and he felt that it was time to take the next step. He wanted to introduce you to Vhagar. It wasn't that you were against meeting her, but you were from Dorne and grew up hearing horror stories about dragons. Especially Vhagar. Aemond assured you that as long as he was there, she would never hurt you. You didn't want to insult Aemond, but you trusted Vhagar as far as you could throw her. It didn't matter that they had some mystical connection, you had a bad feeling in your gut. Sometimes Aemond told you you looked so good he could eat you, hopefully, Vhagar wouldn't feel the same.

Aemond insisted that you wear pants and a shirt.

"You're not going to try to get me to ride her, are you? I swear to every God if you even suggest that I'll take your other eye."

"I'm not going to ask you to ride her, it's just best you wear something comfortable. You don't want to accidentally trip on your dress while you're meeting her and scrape yourself. She might smell your Dornish blood," he said with a cheeky grin.

"She can't actually do that, can she... I'm on my moon blood," you said, terrified.

"No, she can't. At least, I don't think so." He said the last sentence more to himself.

"Gods Aemond absolutely not. You're mad if you think I'm going anywhere near that old woman now."

Aemond could see that his joke landed very badly. "I promise you, you'll be fine. Do you think that I'd ever let anything bad happen to you? I'll hold your hand the whole time, if she eats you, she'll have to eat me too."

"You're very annoying, do you know that? Maybe she will eat you to teach you a lesson for bringing a Dornish woman around her," you said.

Both of you went back and forth before you finally gave up. You knew you would have to eventually meet Vhagar someday but thought you'd have a while longer to mentally prepare yourself. No amount of time would be enough to calm nerves, though, so you might as well get it over with.

The Dornish learn to fight and ride before they can even walk. You never went anywhere without proper pants and shirts. If an occasion arose where you could fight in a tourney or go riding, you were going to join. You were a princess of Dorne after all, no one could tell you no.

A couple hours later, you were begrudgingly getting on a horse, and Aemond looked at the defeated look on your face.

"I'm just going to introduce you real quick, and then we can leave. It'll be fine, you'll wonder why you were ever nervous in the first place," Aemond tried to convince you.

You rolled your eyes and followed behind him. There was no need to wonder why you were afraid, you knew exactly why. It was as if Aemond didn't want to acknowledge what Aegon the Conqueror had done to your people. You weren't sure if he just didn't care or if he wanted to ignore the past, so you wouldn't realize that a Martell being in a relationship with a Targaryen wasn't a very good idea. You were well aware of what your relationship with him looked like from the outside, but you didn't care. Aemond was intelligent and sensible, he was ambitious, but he wasn't power-hungry.

He had already gone to the dragon pit earlier and brought Vhagar out so she was ready to meet you. Aemond had a feeling that going in the pit to coax her out wouldn't be something you'd enjoy very much. She was waiting outside when you two rode up the Hill of Rhaenys and approached the daunting building. You hoped Aemond hadn't woken her up from a nap for this, but you knew he had. What else would a centuries-old dragon be doing with her time?

Aemond hopped off his horse first and walked over to help you down when he saw you making no effort to get off your’s. You sat there staring at Vhagar, waiting for her to smell your blood and decide she didn't take kindly to Aemond having another woman in his life. Staying on this horse was your best chance of escaping and not being burned alive. You greatly enjoyed not being dead.

You were too busy being frozen in fear that you didn't even notice that Aemond was pulling you off the horse by your waist. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, stopping you from jumping back on the horse and riding away as fast as you could.

"I got you, relax. I won't let go of you, I promise," he whispered, trying to soothe you.

You had his arms in a death grip, making sure he wasn't able to break that promise even if he wanted to.

"If I'm going down, you're going down with me. I hope you know that," you told him.

Aemond chuckled. "Dying in the arms of a prince is a privilege that would have most women feeling honored."

You smiled sweetly at him. "The only thing I'm doing after death is coming back alive so I can kill you again, my prince." Aemond chuckled at you again. No one amuses him more than you. You hated how much you loved his laugh, he was knocking down all the walls your survival instincts had built up.

He began shuffling the two of you towards Vhagar, keeping his word about not letting you go. You knew what a dragon smelt like, Aemond was almost permanently covered in her scent, but you had never inhaled it straight from the source. She smelt... powerful. It was strangely exhilarating, like a rush of adrenaline was overwhelming your senses. You would never admit that to Aemond though, you'd never hear the end of it. He slowly walked you closer and closer, not wanting to rush you. When the both of you were right in front of her, all of your instincts to run came flooding back into you. Aemond held you even tighter.

He had his left arm tightly locked across your waist while grabbing your right hand with his and putting it flush against Vhagar's face. She inhaled deeply, and you hoped Aemond's familiar scent was stronger than yours. Aemond deciding that you needed to meet Vhagar while you were on your moon blood was the most absurd idea he's ever had, and you've heard a lot of his ideas.

"She likes you," Aemond hummed.

"She's an old lady, all she likes is eating and sleeping, and maybe you sometimes," you whispered.

"Vhagar still has her wits about her, she's aware that you're here. Trust me, if she didn't like you, she wouldn't be shy about letting us know," he said.

That wasn't reassuring in the slightest, but the last thing you needed to do was be negative. You didn't want her to sense that you were annoyed at her rider. Gods knows what she'd do to defend him.

"Do you think you're ready to leave the dragon pit now?" Aemond asked.

"I've never been more ready to leave anywhere in my life," you said, relieved.

"It'll feel like a long climb your first time, but it gets easier," he smiled.

"A long climb where?"

Aemond started pushing you further down the length of Vhagar where the ropes lay to climb her.

"No, no. You promised you weren't—," you started frantically shaking your head.

"That was before you met her, don't you feel different now that you know she likes you?" Aemond said charmingly.

"No! I feel very much the same, actually!" You whisper-yelled at him.

"Just trust me, please."

He had so much hope and warmth in his eyes. You knew this was a big deal for him and probably one of the biggest moments of his life. There's no one other woman in the world that he would ever think to bring to meet Vhagar, let alone invite to ride her. That was a very intimate bond to intrude on, and you knew it.

You look between him and Vhagar hesitantly. Aemond looked so sweet, you knew he loved you and wanted to share not only his life but his dragon with you.

"Aegon the Conquerer was wrong for what he did to your people, and there's nothing I can do to make up for his actions. He and his sisters might have used their dragons for destruction, but they're not monsters. They're beautiful and loyal creatures, they cannot help what their riders ask of them. Let me give you something. Let me give you a gift that only a select few have gotten to witness. I want to give you the sky," he said with passion.

Everything in your mind was telling you to say no, but your heart couldn't help how much you loved him. You had never been more scared in your life, but you agreed. As much as you distrusted dragons, you trusted Aemond with your life.

"I don't want to be up there for too long, please bring me down when I ask," you said.

"I will, I promise," Aemond kissed you on the forehead.

Aemond instructed you on how to climb up Vhagar and was climbing up below you to catch you in case you slipped.

"Are you actually below me because you care about my safety or because you want a view of my ass?"

"Why can't it be both?" he smirked.

You kicked the top of his head with your boot.

"Oops, I must've slipped, sorry," you said, your voice laced with sarcasm.

"She can feel my pain, try not to slip again," he said slyly.

You stilled, looking at him with wide eyes. He laughed at you and motioned for you to keep climbing. You didn't slip again.

Once you were up there, you didn't know what to do.

"Just walk over there and sit in the saddle," he said from behind you, almost at the top.

There was more than enough room to stand up and walk on Vhagar's back to get to your destination, but there was no way in seven hells that you'd trust your balance that much. You didn't care how coordinated you were, you drew the line at taking a relaxing stroll on the back of the biggest dragon in the world. Aemond laughed at you as you crawled to the saddle, but you didn't care. You didn't make it this far to have your death be pathetically falling off her. If you were going to die because of Vhagar, it at least needed to be exciting, like getting eaten or burned alive, or maybe falling off once you were in the air, not before.

Aemond walked behind you with perfect balance while you crawled into the saddle, and he joined you, sitting with his chest against your back and arms wrapped around you.

"That was the hardest part, things can only go up from here."

"Yeah, literally," you grumbled.

Aemond smiled to himself, and you listened as he gave Vhagar a command in High Valyrian. You were suddenly moving, she was moving. Aemond grabbed the reigns while keeping his hold on you secure. You were holding onto him like your life depended on it, which it sort of did. When Vhagar was finally standing up, she started stretching her body, getting ready to fly. You hoped she took her time warming up, the last thing you needed was for her to pull a muscle in her wing or something during the flight.

"Are you ready, or are you still nervous?" Aemond whispered into your ear.

"Why can't I be both?"

Aemond gave you that heart-fluttering laugh again and sent his final command to Vhagar. The three of you were flying.

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solsearchingnights · 1 year

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Hi! You reblogged a post recently about authors not wanting to talk about symbolism and repetition and themes and foils and analysis stuff in their own work, and I was wondering if you had anything like that for your fics (that you’re willing/able to share) because if so I’d love to hear it! (I may have become mildly obsessed with iitv and a lesson of fire and ice recently since they’re the kind of thing I like to read and amazingly well done)

OOOOOOoooooohhhhh boy!! There is so much

But because I'm at work and also terrified of accidental spoiling my own fic by getting too excited talking about it let me just talk about the title. It's something I've wanted to explain for a while!

Ink in the Vase

I needed something to evoke an image, right away. And its a complex one. Even if you're not familiar with "Flower Husbands", 'vase' is almost always connected to a bouquet of flowers. So it's a steady image. Everyone can put their own flowers in it. Maybe the flowers will change over time, with new events in the story or in the reader's own life events.

The same goes for the vase itself. Up until the carafe of flowers in the hospital chapters, there was no indication of a particular style. I describe Jimmy's dishes as having a mish mash of antiques and hand me downs from Ela, so maybe the vase becomes a chipped and repaired antique to some people. Maybe the image of the carafe was impactful enough that it's what stays as the image to people. Or maybe the bleakness of Jimmy's home in the beginning sticks with the reader, and they imagine a plain, dusty, glass vase.

It's interactive, flexible, and starts a process of pulling the reader into the story before they ever read it. And it's a good hook every time an update comes. It brings up the reader's personal experience with the title, and makes it easier to recall past events of the story.

And the Ink.

It took a bit of a leap on my part, but I found two ways to make this work.

The first, is that ink is staining, permanent. Whatever it touches, purposely or not, leaves a mark. Anything that happens in the story or the backstory, I want it to feel like it's clinging, staining, impossible to completely ignore. If that ink, those events, are touching the rest of the mental image, the vase you're picturing isn't allowed to be "perfect", the flowers are going to be poisoned.

And second, is where I took a leap. I loved doing flower staining growing up. That thing, where you make a fresh cut of a stem and feed the plant dyed water to turn the petals different colors. There's ways to do it with living flowers and cut bouquets. It depends on what you feed the flowers. So we can see the flowers, see the results of what they've been fed, what they've been placed in and forced to make a part of themselves. If that food/water is toxic and dark and ugly, signs of that experience will show. But if you clean the food source, put in bright colors and healthy food, fresh water and love and care, the next buds will come out healthier and healthier, until all that's left of the toxic relationship is memories and pictures and maybe a little bit of a shadow of a stain. It can get better, if people are willing to put in the work and care to fix it.

Put it all together and even if no one ever thinks about me as much as I did- even if no one knows what exactly the title is doing, I know that it's special. I know there's gonna be people who it has an effect on, even if they don't know why. I know how important this little four word summary of the story is.

Honestly, I would love to see the images "Ink in the Vase" has brought to people's minds.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you for this ask!! I hope it's what you were looking for. If you had specific things you were wondering about, feel free to ask. This was so so cool to have permission to talk about and I'm very much happy stimming atm lol.

#anon ask #iitv asks #oooo i am freaking out this is so cool #tysm

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write-and-buried · 1 year

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I'm thrilled that you're enjoying all of us spiraling down the tlou rabbit hole but also-- may we hear your thots ? 👀👀

FUCK YES

So, spoiler free. After i finished the episode i went grocery shopping and accidentally bought fifty bucks worth of comfort cheese.

TLOU SPOILERS (EPISODE ONE & GAME) BELOW THE CUT

OK, In no particular order;

The way they introduced the concept of a fungal pandemic was amazing, the absolute dread that opener inspired was absolutely amazing, and I really commend them for adding that little bit of world building.

Speaking of dread - the way we just follow Sarah about her day, the little hints of the world rapidly going to hell around them with her being an innocent child who is none the wiser, was amazing. The old lady twitching out of focus in the background was hella effective.

Oh god. Joel & Sarah. Their relationship is perfect. The way they caught this sliver of one day of their lives and you already know so much about them, that Sarah has definitely been raised in a loving environment, feels comfortable and safe with her dad, and that they are extremely close. It's magnificent.

Im gonna jump around a little here, but the bookend deaths in this episode were EXTREMELY effective. Joel killing his neighbour with a wrench out of necessity, the way Sarah reacts (reasonably and terrified) and almost looks at her dad differently. Ellie, who watches Joel brutally murder someone with his bare hands, which it could be argued he didnt have to do (this guy could have been bribed) and she looks like she trusts him more.

TESS!! Oh god. TBH I never really paid her much attention on my playthroughs, but MAN they did us a favour by fleshing her out - the softness and intimacy she displays with Joel, the sarcasm.

THAT scene; I knew it was coming. I knew I would cry. I didnt know id cry so hard id have to pause the show, get up and have a cigarette to calm down.

ELLIE;

Bella Ramsey is perfect in this role. They have such a command of the character, the sarcasm, you already get the feeling that she knows she is alone in the world, and is trying to hide it as best she can. But Ellie is just a kid.

The scene of her immediately getting yeeted into a wall was absurdly funny and shouldnt have made me laugh.

She places her trust in strength, and that's going to come back in Winter.

JOEL;

Oh god Joel.

Lets talk about two BIG changes they have made, right off the bat. He is more sympathetic, and more unhinged.

The drugs, was a surprising choice, but one that makes complete sense. He is truly a wounded animal, medicating and lashing out at any given opportunity.

I love that they have him as Tess's attack dog - because thats exactly what he is. A German Shepherd with PTSD.

His blunt, dont give a fuck attitude is absolutely spot on, and the way he carries himself, single minded and focused is so spot on.

THEY HAD NO RIGHT FOR OUR FIRST SHOT TO BE OF A SHIRTLESS SNUGGLER - THAT WAS RUDE AS FUCK

LETS GET THIS OUT OF THE WAY - ALWAYS KEEP HIM WET. THE SLICK BACK HAIR, THE WHORE STANCE, THE ABSOLUTE FERAL LOOK OF RAGE ON HIS FACE, I AM DESPERATE TO FUCK THIS MAN.

POSTCARDS;

RATION CARDS AND PUBLIC EXECUTIONS THAT'S WHERE MY BABIES LIVED I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

In short, I loved it. I thought it was a wonderful first episode, with enough nods to the game for people who have played it, without leaving those who havent completely in the dark.

#tlou spoilers #joel miller #i have feelings and thoughts

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original-missif · 2 years

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Yes!!!!! All the yes!!!!! Eventually, she realizes that her dad and uncle haven't seen each other in Years and they always avoid talking about the other two and when she brings them up they quickly change the topic. So she makes it her mission to get them to meet up and hang out again.

I feel like she pulls a Mama Mia type thing (but without the wedding and trying to figure out who her real dad is) where she texts them each like 'hey could you come meet me in maybe two or three days? Something happened and I could really use your support. I know its short notice but...' and ofc all three of them drop everything as soon as they safely can to get to her.

Eliot shows up ready for fight, Jacob shows up thinking maybe she was struggling in a class or smth magical had gone haywire around her, and Alex thinks Too Much and has at least Two attacks on his way over.

Of course, once they're all there they have the classic 'what are you doing here?' 'She asked me to come! Said something happened! What are you doing here?' ect and then she makes them all sit down and talk and they leave after a few days with each other's new numbers being all proud of each other.

lol Evelyn pulling a Mama Mia style set up to get her dad talking to his brothers again (and also so she can see Cool Uncle Jake) has the makings of a beautiful catastrophe XD

they all meet up in Cebu (Alex can't afford a plane ticket); she initially emails Alex asking if he wanted to meet up to catch up with each other, and of course Alex is thrilled and replies yes absolutely yes, but unbeknownst to Alex, Evelyn also emails Jacob and Eliot asking if they wanted to meet up/catch up "Hi uncle __, I'm in Cebu and know it's been a while but I was wondering if you wanted to meet with me there, it's important". Que Jacob and Eliot scrambling to Cebu to help/save their niece.

All three meet up in Cebu and do a perfect rendition of "what are you doing here?" "She asked me to come! Why are you here?" "I live here!", until Evelyn shows up like "Surprise! Unexpected Family Vacation!" and they all get about 15 minutes of uninterrupted happiness filled with catch-ups and cover ups (because you can't just tell your brothers and niece that you're actually a criminal/work in a magic library) before a team-up of criminals trafficking magic artefacts ruins your whole day by accidentally blowing up a building.

Que the crossover where everyone's secrets get exposed - Eliot fights off six armed mercenaries, Jacob exorcists a ghost out of a painting, Alex comes clean about his bp condition - all the while all three triplets punch, kick, and KO people trying to keep Evelyn - who is of course both terrified and amazed - safe.

of course it all ends with the Walker/Spencer/Stone family moderately happier than when this started, and they each promise to keep in touch, and Evelyn promises to email/call/text anytime she wants

#just one big kick ass family #anon #reply #the walker/spencer/stone family triplets #jacob stone #eliot specer #alex walker #leverage #the librarians #almost paradise #i can't believe i can't spell Evelyn #tho i guess Emily could be a short hand for Evelyn?

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unfilteredgrounds · 10 months

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Beauty in Madness

There is something to be said about the period of coming out of a mental breakdown. I'd liken it to weathering a particularly horrible storm-- you're not sure if you're going to make it through the roiling black clouds, pelting rain and hail, and high winds, and almost want to curse nature itself for making things this way, and then, you emerge from your hideyhole, shocked at how serene the landscape has become.

I used to be embarrassed when I broke down. Due to my upbringing, I'm sure, I saw it as a shameful thing, to sink so deep into your own misery that you scared yourself. But that's not very constructive, is it? I had the most wonderful trip with my partner, and though it was unfortunately brought about by how worried he was for me, it ended up (in my opinion) bringing us far closer together than we'd previously been.

I wrote a letter to myself upon my return, where I bared my truest feelings, those of which I've been too ashamed to really talk about.

I present as someone who is so conscious of others' feelings, someone who is kind, but there is calculation in that kindness. I don't actually trust people, in fact I find it nearly impossible to. To the point where I will actively put myself down instead to get reassurance instead of just asking for it from people.

I have no idea how to articulate what I need. Maybe this is because that part of me was hushed so much as a child that it's just gone silent completely, but it's crazy how I'd rather call myself stupid and needy than ask someone to spend some time with me, or shoot me a text more often. It's calculated in an accidental way. I am fully aware that I am making less of myself, however, it keeps me safe, because I'll not be surprised if the person I'm interacting with leaves me. I can't be betrayed if I set myself up for disappointment, and even though that makes so much sense, it's so... sad.

I don't think I've ever fully sat and come to terms with the fact that, by nature, I'm actually a very lonely person. I like being alone, don't get me wrong, but independence and loneliness are two separate, but crossing, paths. I've done so much work to isolate myself from potential threats that I've completely shaved my personality down to an insecure husk, all because I'm terrified of being mocked and shunned again. Independence is all fun and games until it's not your choice. Kinda mind-fucky, right?

And, my womanhood brings a whole other layer onto the mess. I want to be a strong, independent woman that other people look up to, but the idea of what that actually looks like has been so warped in my head that this insecure husk is my girl boss. Keeping everyone at arm's length keeps me on top. And that's not healthy.

Let's make a list.

The parts of me that I've hidden away:

-Hopeless romantic. I love love, I love showing affection.

-Wanderlust. I am an airhead, in the nicest way possible. I like to daydream, I like to play in the rain, I like soft textures and small bells and windchimes and wandering around outside, not doing much else.

-Philosopher. I have so many thoughts about so many things, but have hushed myself up for fear that I sound stupid.

-Advocate. I hate it when others are mistreated, and that needs to start being directed at myself, too.

I don't know whether it's the ever-looming autism diagnosis that is evasive as it is elating? Daunting? But I've realized just how much of a mask I have formed over the years, just how much I've added layers and layers onto myself in the name of protection, while in reality, I've been screaming, locked away inside this horrible trap with no one to help. Just as intended.

Recently, I've been trying to live more fully. Not by journaling (you'll have noticed the absence on that front), or any of the other crap the influencers say works wonders (for the content, maybe, but are you really happy?). I've gone off most of my social media. I do my best not to look at Instagram, or Twitter. I only contact people through text, and I've been vocal about others reaching out to me for once. Maybe it's a bit harsh, but dammit, I think I deserve to hash out a little bit of harshness myself. And yeah, it is a wake-up call. I'm not some fun, shiny thing that can be tucked away in a corner until someone decides they need my specific flavor. You want to be in my life? You have to be in it. And it's been working. My friends have gotten more involved, or at least they're trying to be. And that feels good.

As much as I revolt against the idea, it feels good, asking for things. It's nice, getting to voice my wants and needs, and hope that they're answered (most of the time, they have been). The other day, I got it in my head that I'd take a bath, put on some ambient music (think spa) and just focus on my breathing and how my body felt in the water. Emerging, I felt more relaxed than I think I've felt in years. It's amazing what a little care can do for you.

It's not frivolous, it's not bitchy, and if people think that, who cares??? They're not worth my time. The people that are will show it.

As long as I do my best to be kind, to be responsible, to put out goodness into the world (keep in mind I said "do my best," no absolutes), I think that will come back to me. I know this to be true. And, if I extend the trust to myself to trust in others, the bad times may not be as bad. Or at least, I won't be alone.

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montgomerygaytor · 2 years

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How about Roxy/Reader who sneaks into her room to play with her keytar?

Omg I love this idea! I hope this is good and if it isn't I'm so sorry :(

Roxanne Wolf x Gn! Reader

Masterlist

Pronouns: They/Them (sorry you didn't specify if you wanted certain pronouns so I went with a gender neutral reader)

Warnings: none

Summary: Roxanne leaves her keytar alone for one second and suddenly her Partner has latched themself onto it (if you don't want this to be romantic I can rewrite this)

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

⁽ʸ/ⁿ'ˢ ᴾᴼⱽ⁾

I've been planning this for months now.

It's been like two hours.

If I fail it's all over.

I'll probably try again.

"Uhh Y/n? What are you doing?" a voice sounds behind me just as my plan was about unfold. I jump away spooked slightly.

"Chica! You can't sneak up on people like that!" I scold her but she gives me a weirded out look.

"You're the one standing outside Roxanne's room looking like you're going to blow it up."

She does have a point.

She shrugs and leaves to go to the practise session that's planned for all of the animatronics. Which is where Roxanne is going!

They're apparently learning new instruments so they don't need to bring their normal ones. The perfect time to have a go of it myself.

Roxanne is on the move!

She gives me a wave as she rushes out to the rehearsal room. I make my way to her door and blissfully wander into the room.

Her room isn't extremely messy like Monty and Chica's but she does have a lot of plushies of herself. There it is.

The beautiful instrument that my wonderful partner plays. I pick it up and hide in the room behind her room and place myself and the Keytar behind the charging station.

What do I do now? It's not got anything to power it and also I might not want that in case someone hears it. There's a lot of keys to mess with so I'll stick to that.

A bit if time passes and I hear the door to Roxanne's room open.

"oh no! Where is it? Come on I put right here!" Roxanne's panicking voice can be heard from her main room.

Her footsteps come closer to the back room door. I'm doomed.

As the door opens I accidentally let out a small squeak.

"hello? Y/n what are you doing here." she skeptically looks at me clearly not happy that I have her keytar in my hands.

GAME OVER

"Y/n?"

"sorry" I carefully offer up the Keytar and tilt my head down. She takes at checks for scratches or any marks.

"why it seems fine?" she looks at my eyes that are starting to build tears. "oh did you wanna play it?"

A grin forms on her face. "you don't have to sneak in to play it, loser, just ask and I'm happy to give it." she pulls me into a tight hug.

" not mad?" I whimper. She may be incredibly kind to me but she still terrifies me sometimes. "nope, come on I'll teach you. It's not like I'm going back to rehearsal."

"why?~" I tease.

She looks to the side, embarrassed. "well it's not like I can't learn it! I'm the best after all but it just doesn't seem right!"

I chuckle as she guides me to the main part of her room again to teach me.

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I'm sorry the ending is sucky. Hope you can forgive me and also I'll be doing at least one request per day if people keep sending them. I have one for tomorrow but I need more if anyone has ideas :)

#fnaf security breach #reader insert #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf sb #roxanne wolf x reader #roxanne wolf

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sweetestlamb · 3 years

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Unexpected

Summary: Accidental relationships are the worst.

Author's note: A silly little drabble(it's like 5k so idk if it's a drabble lol) I created based on an image @prodmina made for me, this is not related to BMTL at all-it's just a side dish I'm offering to my Junjin lovers. A few days ago we both noticed that these two don't really get much fluff without some angst(I'm guilty of this too so no judgement just an observation) Hence this was created, it's just a one-shot because this idea wouldn't leave my mind. This community is well fed but here's some more food for the hungry. And yes my page break this time is Sujin's sexy leg, I have no regrets.

They've been in the same school for as long as she can remember, her striving to be the best student only second to one and him seemingly showing up to drool on the nearest surface and give the female population heart palpitations. She's thankfully not one of his victims- having actual standards and a fully functional hippocampus; ergo while most girls are drawing hearts on their notebooks with Han Seojun opposite their name, she is turning her nose up at them judging them for their lack of foresight. A pretty face would only last for so long.

They stay out of each other's way, the only thing they have in common is Lee Suho- her childhood friend of many years and his best friends despite their varied differences. She and Suho haven't been spending much time together ever since she moved out with her mother, but he was still one of her oldest friend and someone she cared about. Long story short, they both spent years imprisoned with a monster and now they were free.

Her life was looking brighter, more technicolor and staying away from a thug like Han Seojun was only adding to its quality.

Which is why she's dumbfounded when they run into each other, at the most inopportune of time. She's walking home after her academy classes, being a pediatrician isn't going to be child's play and she has to take every possible advantage to make her dreams a reality. Without her father’s money backing her she has to accomplish this with her own merits, she is looking forward to proving him wrong.

Airpods in, she doesn't notice the group stalking her until it's too late. One by one they begin to surround her, leering at her body like she's a piece of meat on display- it makes the hairs on the nape of her neck raise in trepidation and disgust.

"Isn't it too late for a pretty girl like you to be wandering all alone outside?" The one she assumes is the leader croons, voice dripping in faux concern as he rubs his hands resembling a villian out of a 1940′s comic book.

She immediately begins to catalog how many of them there are, strategizing the best way to take them down. Fifteen of them. She can't fight them all, the best she can do is distract a few and make a run for it.

"Isn't it too early for vermin like you to be wandering the streets?" She replies snidely, rolling her eyes when they all whistle at her jab. This is such a pathetic end to her day, it's honestly beneath her.

"I'll make you regret that comment, you bitch!" Already with the name calling, this guy really was a cartoon villian and he couldn't even construct something creative to call her. instead choosing the most generic insult in the book. With a sigh she moves into a fighting position, fists raised guarding her face and legs apart.

"Let's just get this over with, you're sucking up all the air with that snout you call a nose." All she sees is his sneer and eyes huge in rage before he lunges at her, his movements are so predictable and she sidesteps kicking at the back of his knee swiftly. Then she grabs another arm that comes flying at her face cruelly twisting and flipping him over her body, his groan of pain music to her ears. She easily taking them out without breaking much of a sweat, she had been fighting since she was young and they were all clearly not trained fighters, just bumbling idiots playing gangster.

But then she hears the cold metallic click of a knife uncoiling. A shiver races down her spine. They really were low-lives, she hadn’t expected them to actually pull out a weapon.

"You need a knife to take on one girl? Can you even call yourself a gang?" The words are exactly the ones that are in her brain but she's not the one who utters them, a new voice has entered the fray. A familiar voice at that.

This day just keeps getting worst.

"Han Seojun, how about you mind your business we found her first she's ou--"

The rodent looking asshole never gets to finish his sentence as her leg comes flying at his face as she executes a perfect roundhouse kick, slicing through the air and landing devastating blow on his cheek sending him flying to the ground in a heap.

"Damn Sujin! And you call me a thug! I think you killed him." Seojun cries sputtering in disbelief motioning at the motionless body on the ground but she notes the impressed raise of his eyebrow. Like she needs him approval.

While the rest of the band of idiots are helping up their leader she realizes this is her chance, without a word to Seojun she takes off running. Easily jumping over one of her fallen attackers and stepping on his shoulder for momentum, he cries at her harsh treatment.

Turning back she sees Seojun deck a guy in the face knocking him out before he starts chasing after her, his long legs eating up the gap between them in no time, she's temporarily grateful that he's not the one chasing her the damn beanpole.

"Are you secretly a ninja or something?" She snorts at his terrified face, chucking when he keeps looking waiting for an answer as if he truly believes she might be. Nosy idiot.

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you." She answers straight faced, watching as horror blossoms on his face and her musical laughter saturates the streets as she runs faster, he shakes his head at her smirking in reply.

It's the beginning of the end, but she had no idea.

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Somehow it becomes the catalyst they need to break the seal between them, she expects everything to go back to its rightful place- them ignoring the other’s presence as they've always done and only speaking when they had something rude to say, their normal. But as she's walking in the hallway she hears him shouting her name behind her, immediately all eyes in the hallway dart to them.

"Kang Sujin! Yah! I'm talking to you!" He garners the attention of everyone in the vicinity and she turns around, annoyance purposely all over her face. He needs to know that she is not amused with him.

"Yeah, people across town can hear you. What do you want?"

"Are you calling me loud?" He cries defiantly, obnoxiously even louder than before. The smirk on his face letting her know that it’s intentional, she aches to kick it off his face.

"Is the sky blue?" She sarcastically responds, waiting for him to catch up as they walk side by side.

"A better analogy to use would be is Han Seojun handsome?" She gags as he starts posing with a finger under his chin, in the distance she can hear high pitched squeals of his name.

She picks up her pace, regretting even giving him a moment of her time. She must have lost her mind for a moment, it wouldn’t happen again.

"No wonder you're single. Who could compete with your love for yourself? I have something to do so I'll leave first." She doesn't wait for his response, leaving to do nothing but that's none of his business.

But it doesn't end there, they just keep orbiting into each other. Their groups converging at lunch and when the boys are having a heated argument about who's the best character on Dragon Ball Z, they both passionately shout out "Vegeta!!" In unison making everyone turn to face them in shock that they've agreed on something. They stare at each other as flabbergasted before Seojun pushes his hand out, palm flat and expectant look on his face.

She simply stares back blankly, considering leaving him hanging just to see that stupid offended look he always gets around her but in the end she slaps her hand firmly against his, at least he was smart enough to know that Saiyan prince was the best.

Clap!

"Someone mark it on a calendar! Seojun and Sujin agreed on something!" Su-ah exclaims clapping her hands and smiling brightly, they both argue when several members at the table pull out their phones to commemorate the special occasion. She wrestles with Jukyeong, who's surprisingly strong and breaks free from her hold while sticking her tongue out.

"You're all so annoying!" They both explode again simultaneously, Seojun hanging off Chorong's arm as he tries to confiscate his phone, she glares at him for giving them another reason to laugh at them and Su-ah cheerily calls out, "Add that to the calendar too, they're so in sync!"

It's the worst lunch of her life, she kicks Seojun under the table. This was all his fault. Glaring when he kicks her back and they end up kicking each other until the period ends, oblivious to the stares around them.

At the end of the day she's eager to go home and do nothing, which is exactly when she feels someone tugging at her backpack forcefully dragging her backwards.

"Yah! Let go of me!" She cries out, slipping her arms out of her bag and turning around in a fighting position.

"At ease super soldier, it's just me." He replies as if that means anything, but she does lower her fists; marginally. To let him know she's ready to go at any minute.

"What do you want now?" She grumbles peering up at him and when he turns walking away with her backpack still in his arms, she chases after for that reason alone.

"I'm going to the arcade. They have the new Dragon Ball Z game."

She should go home and study, she promised herself she would review her notes from class today. She couldn't afford to slack off if she wanted a good life after all.

She opens her lips to say all of this, to remind him that they can't all be pretty boy models like him some of them actually had to work for a living but instead she hears, "Fine. You're buying me something to eat."

He begrudgingly agrees after complaining, "Aren't you rich? Why do I have to buy you food?" She skips off ignoring his rationale, only stopping when she sees his motorcycle parked in the lot. She's always wanted to ride a motorcycle.

"Let's take your bike." She says confidently, not leaving him any room to refuse.

He looks at her unimpressed before a cheeky smile spreads across his face, "You've always wanted to ride with me huh? Do you have dreams about it at night?" He teases her and she lazily watches him before walking up to him, looking directly into his eyes. He unconsciously takes a step back and she smirks, stepping closer again.

" Are you nervous? Scared I might really be having dreams about you?" She watches his Adam's apple bob apprehensively before smacking him quickly on his cheek, he jolts in surprise.

"You wish pretty boy. Now get the keys, I don't have all day."

He gulps before snapping back to reality, wordlessly starting his bike.

The entire school watches as they ride off together, her arms wrapped tight around his waist the wind whipping through her hair. She's never felt anything so exhilarating.

Their lives become entangled, it's the only way to describe it somewhat accurately. She goes to his house for weekly dinners and sometimes her mom comes too, his mom is a great cook while hers can barely boil water. It's a win-win scenario. They also study together, his grades aren't horrific but they could be better. There isn't much ceremony, he stomps over telling some boy he needs that seat and she watches as the poor kid scrambles, grabbing all his book and running away apologizing the entire way.

"You have good grades right?" He says matter-of-fact less of a question and more of a statement before he pulls out actual textbooks from his bag. She rolls her eyes before nodding and turning back to her own studies. They study every Tuesday and Wednesday, he's always on time and treats her to tteokbokki. so she allows this transgression.

She knows immediately why he asked for help when she sees his math test magnetized to his refrigerator door, big red A- circled. His mother brags about his score all throughout dinner, even cheering for her when Seojun informs her that she got an A+ on the same assignment. They both blush as she gushes about how smart they are.

When the nightmares get too realistic and she can’t handle it alone anymore, he drops her off to therapy sessions and brings her to the gym after so she can release all her anger on a punching bag. He never asks her what's wrong but he drops her home after and the silence is comfortable between them.

They both never mention their dads but she goes to the cemetery with him and stands quietly as he pays his respect and takes him to get ice cream after, the dinner with his family after is somber but she wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

They never discuss what exactly is going on between them, they're just there for each other and that's enough.

At least she thought it was.

It's stupid but ever since they became...closer he's been getting more confessions than usual even for him they pour down like rain. Multiple girls a day sometimes as if they took numbers and decided to go in order, she dodges them at every turn but there's always a tinge in her chest and she contemplates going to the nurse because there must be something medically wrong with her.

She can barely taste the fried pork as she watches another girl shuffle over to their table, giant red heart box pressed tight against her chest as she approaches Seojun. His friends all notice and are chanting his name, elbowing and shouldering him excitedly.

“Han Seojun! Han Seojun!”

Su-ah suddenly places a warm hand on her knee, she looks at her in shock. Fear gripping at her as the other girl stares at her with gentle comforting eyes. She pushes the hand away. She doesn’t need comfort, she is fine. Fine.

Her throat tightens as the confession starts.

"Han Seojun, I-I've liked you since last year. Willyougooutwithme?" This isn't new, they usually lose their nerve at the end sputtering out their feelings all over him. She never sticks around long enough to hear his answers, but this time she has no choice; if she leaves that would be suspicious. It would give people the wrong impression.

She swallows her blueberry milk, he'd tossed it at her this morning saying he bought the wrong one. Coincidentally that was her favorite. It taste like chalk now on her tongue.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." He answers truly sounding apologetic, she shifts in her seat, pointedly staring at her food. Stifling her smile by stuffing cold noodles into her mouth.

There is a long silence as the cafeteria watches, all waiting for the girl’s reaction. Usually there are tears, loud wailing cries and pleading for another chance, but sometimes they are silent as they walk off heartbroken, friends waiting to soothe them.

The girl sighs, but unlike the others who usually scurry away, she speaks again, "Can I ask why? Do you already like someone?"

A thrumming energy fills the room following her question, girls all looking around at each other, preening hopeful that they've captured the heart of the resident bad boy. She just wants this uncomfortable moment to end already, it's giving her indigestion.

"Yes. I like someone."

It feels like a sledgehammer to her chest, ignoring Su-ah's hand clutching at hers she stands up grabbing her tray. Nobody pays her any mind besides her two best friends, she weakly smiles at them, "I'm all done. I'm gonna head to the library I'll see you both later."

She tosses out her tray viciously, forcing herself not to look back.

Avoiding him isn't easy, he's always there waiting for her or texting her to ask why she isn't coming over for dinner because his mother made her favorite. She's never lied to him before but she finds herself doing just that, feigning illnesses and late night classes. Which only results in him offering to bring her soup and give her a ride to said classes. Like she said their lives were for lack of a better word, entangled.

But she sticks to it, keeping her distance from him as she tries to understand why exactly she's doing this. He's her friend she should be happy that he likes someone, he was an idiot but it was probable that the feeling was mutual. He would finally have a girlfriend, someone to fill the spot she had been temporarily occupying. Someone he could bring home for dinners and someone to accompany him at his father's grave. Someone to talk to late at nights when he had a nightmare about losing his family and couldn’t fall asleep. Someone, not her.

"I'm happy for him. I should be feeling sorry for the poor girl he likes." She whispers to herself, aimlessly scrolling on her phone. Instagram has been a great source of distraction lately. As soon as she opens the app she sees a red dot pop up, a notification. She taps it seeing that she's been tagged in a photo, then another notification pops up and another and another and they start coming in too quickly for her to keep up.

"What the hell?" She admonishes aloud, clicking randomly on one of the notifications ready to see what's causing such an uproar.

It's a picture of her.

She remembers the day clearly, Seojun had forced her to go with him to a new diner that specialized in American cuisine, all so he could stuff his face with pancakes. She had no clue he'd taken a picture of her. Something that feels butterflies flutters in her stomach as she reads his caption.

How do you get a princess to forgive you?

Was this some kind of joke? What the hell was he thinking? She bulks at all the likes and comments on the photo after only two hours, she'd never gotten that much attention on a photo but she rarely posted pictures of her face. There were a lot of creeps online.

Nervously she taps to view the comments, it's a mixed bag of reactions. Girls she's never met before cursing her very existence as if she's a threat to their imaginary relationship with him and the very same creeps that caused her not to post selfies on her page posting disgusting sexual comments.

She instinctively taps to reply to rip them to shreds before she realizes that Seojun has already replied to every comment from a guy, threatening them explicitly and a few comments are even accusing him of deleting comments. There are a few comments calling her pretty but those are few and far in between and usually they are attacked in their replies by other jealous fan girls.

Anger bubbles in her gut, what the fuck was he thinking posting a picture of her for all these vipers to see?

Impulsively she taps the screen harshly, fingers flying across her keyboard.

Delete this now. Are you insane? Who are you calling a princess?!

Almost immediately she regrets her rash decision as comments flood in.

How dare you talk to oppa like that?

Oppa see she doesn't deserve you!

Who is this snotty bitch?

You're not pretty enough to be this stuck up honestly, no offense.

You should be happy a hot guy is posting you, ungrateful.

She's tempted to reply to each comment, who did think they were talking to, she wasn't some pushover, let's see if they would have this much gall to say this to her face. She'd taken on a gang of would be thugs, she had no problem beating some sense into some bitches.

But they're not worth her time or energy.

Swiping the app close, she takes a calming breath. Counting to three. Then five. Then ten. Then twenty. When her anger is nothing but a low thrum beneath her skin, she opens her contacts going to get favorites and clicking his name, bringing her phone to her ears.

"Finished ignoring me princess?" He answers smoothly, sounding far too relaxed for all the trouble he's caused. She wants to wring his neck.

"Have you lost your mind?" She cuts to the chase, huffing angrily as her phone buzzes with more notification. "Han Seojun you better delete that picture right now!"

"You've been ignoring my calls and texts and pretending you don't see me at school. What else was I supposed to do?" She can hear the strain in his voice, but he doesn't sound angry, no that's his hurt voice.

"I've just been busy. You didn't need to do something this... extreme."

He scoffs, clearly not believing her excuse. It sounds weak to even her own ears, they'd gotten too close they made time for each other, doing the most mundane things together, he even helped her clean her house sometimes and she would regularly help him shop for groceries.

"Come open your door. I think we need to talk."

He hangs up after his statement, leaving her to stare at her phone in shock.

"That little piece of shit." She curses, running a hand through her hair before she hops out of bed, running to open her apartment door. She slows down as she nears the door, not wanting him to think her too eager. She's not.

Running her hand through her hair again, she slowly pulls open the door. A breath swooshes through her lips at the sight of him, she's been avoiding him so much it's overwhelming to be staring at him directly like this.

They stare at each other, the air unexpectedly charged between them as their gazes meet.

"It's rude to leave someone standing outside." He quips finally, pressing past her before she can reply to his complaint, she huffs in annoyance stepped aside to give him entry.

Familiarly he toes off his boots, putting on the slippers her mom had purchased for him after his presence became more constant. Then he strides across the small space of her living room, sitting on her couch and glancing at her expectantly. She closes her door with a sigh, walking over and sitting in the single love seat. He stares at her hard. She struggles to keep his gaze.

"What did I do? Whatever it is, I'm sorry. If you tell me what it is, I probably won't do it again."

She's so taken back by his immediate apology that she stupidly focuses on the least important word in the sentence, "Probably?"

He shrugs in reply, "I like pushing your buttons. You like it too. So I can’t make promises until I know what I did.”

She can't argue with his assessment, they did have a very unusual relationship built on mutual sarcasm and backhanded compliments. They both were masters of never truly saying what they were thinking or feeling, too scared of rejection to make the final jump of fate. So they just kept crashing into each other, prodding and poking without recognizing why.

"I'm not mad at you." She admits, she has no reason to be upset. He hadn't done anything besides like someone else, that wasn't a crime. Unless the judge was her heart and then he had committed the most heinous of crimes.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" The crux of it all, she was avoiding him because he forced her to acknowledge the secret she'd kept so hidden even she was unaware of it until it hit her over the head.

"Why do you care so much?" She counters defensively, feeling naked under his penetrating stare.

He laughs coldly, "Answering my question with a question. Never took you for a coward Kang Sujin."

She bristles at the snide remark, who was he to call her a coward?

"If I'm a coward why are you here? Why post my picture on your Instagram? Don't you like someone, why are you here bothering me!" She hisses at him, each word gradually increasing in volume until she's screaming at his blank face. Then he starts laughing, pure unhindered laughter from his belly that stings her ears. She made herself too obvious.

"Aren't you supposed to be smart?"

"What do you mean by tha-" He cuts her off before she can finish shouting, "How do you not know that I was talking about you?"

Her voice drains like water slipping down a sink as she hears the words he said, she blinks before her mouth falls open in shock.

"Was I really letting you tutor me? What was I thinking?" He laments to the ceiling, mocking her but she's too riled up now already climbing out of her seat and striding over to him. He jolts backwards as she places her hands on his shoulders, searching his face and delighting at his wide eyes before climbing into his lap. He wheezes but his hand immediately latch onto her hips. She stares at him closely, eyes trailing from his hypnotic eyes, down to his lifted pert nose and lingering on his full plush lips.

"You like me." She states, watching how his eyes flutter shut before landing on her own lips.

"I thought it was very clear. Who else could I have been talking about, I spend all my time with you."

He's right, they did spend a lot of time together prior to her self-preserving decision to avoid him like the plague. She hadn't realized when her feelings for him had changed, thinking they were simply friends the entire time. A friend that she thought about constantly, who she wanted to spend all her time with and sometimes she's idly imagine kissing or holding his hand. She certainly hasn't expected anything.

But here he was offering. She wasn’t a good enough person to turn it down.

"I'm going to kiss you. Stop me if you don't want that." She states boldly, now that she knows this is on the table, he's on the table she is practically starving and all her doubts have transformed into the desire, the desire to touch and be touched. He glances at her, his patented 'are you stupid?' stare and she laughs before smashing their lips together. It's hard and a little uncomfortable, with their lips just roughly pressed together and she wonders if they're doing it right before his hands stroke her cheeks, tilting her head as he slows down the kiss until it's sweeter and softer and oh, is that his tongue? He swipes at her sealed lips and she only hesitates for a moment before slowly opening and allowing him entrance.

This takes the kiss to another level, as her head swims at his flavor- something spicy and earthy irrevocably Seojun that she finds addicting and she eagerly sticks her tongue into his mouth, licking at his moist cavern. Wet smacks fill the air as they suck at each other's face, his large hands nearly circling her waist entirely she shivers at the touch, feeling small and delicate in his arms. He reaches up a hand to caress her hair and she mimics the move, pushing her hand through his thick hair tugging at the end of his mullet. When they break apart, panting into each other's mouths she feels like her soul has been set ablaze.

"Since you're so smart I guess I don't have to tell you how I feel." She says trying to regain her composure and her breath, her lungs feel winded like she's run a marathon.

"Of course not. Everyone likes me, you're no exception." He replies cockily and she groans in exaggerated disgust pushing him away and clamoring out of his lap, but he tightens his grip with a deep chuckle easily manhandling her until they are laying on her couch, her back to his front. His breath is hot on her neck.

"My mom will be home soon, we can't stay like this." She warns reaching back to move his arm which is digging into her back, dragging his arm over her waist and squirming until she's comfortable.

"I know. We still have an hour. She's working overtime tonight."

Of course he knows her mom's schedule, she tries to smother her smile. She fails but nobody seems so she'll take it as a partial victory.

He reaches over her, grabbing the remote before switching on Netflix and putting on a movie they'd started before but never finished because she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He had complained about her drooling on his favorite sweater the next day at school, as she shushed him and people looked over at the odd pair.

"You're gonna delete that picture right?" She asks, only barely focused on the movie too distracted by his warmth behind her. She has to smother a moan when he starts stroking aimlessly on her waist. His fingertips igniting her skin in a warm burn that travels to her heart and lower.

"Humph why can't I have a picture of my girlfriend on my page?"

She turns around immediately, "Girlfriend? Who said anything about that," she rebuttals watching his eyes narrow until they're barely slits. She doesn't hate that look on him.

"You kiss someone who isn't your boyfriend like that?" She blushes at him mentioning that, the kiss still very vivid in her mind, her lips still tingling.

"Shut up." She huffs punching him in the chest, but he catches her hand and yanks her close until they're chest to chest, noses almost touching, lips a hair's breadth apart.

"I'm going to kiss my girlfriend, stop me if you don't want it." He echoes her earlier words, gripping the back of her head as he stares at her a clear challenge, smirking when she doesn't move away before he devours her lips again. She groans around his tongue in her mouth, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as their lips slide wetly against each other.

When the jingle of keys sound several minutes later, she tumbles off the couch frantically as her mom pushes the door open. She wipes her lips, before looking up at Seojun; he looks wrecked- hair tussled and sticking up in different directions, his cheeks are burning red looking hot to the touch and his lips are sore and wet. Her heart does a somersault in her chest at the sight.

Fuck. That's my boyfriend.

She lets him keep the photo on his account in the end, it keeps the hungry fan girls away and guys leave her alone for the most apart. She ignores his smirk when he sees her comment under the photo.

To everyone who has something to say, Han Seojun is mine. If you have a problem with that, come say it to my face.

Nobody ever comes to say it to her face.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous princess.” He teases her, and she scoffs at him, “You’re one to talk, didn’t you almost get into a fist fight today because someone commented that they wanted to ‘tap that’?”

He growls at the memory of that, only the principal strolling in had stopped him.

“You guys are perfect for each other, both deadly and gorgeous.” Su-ah adds gleefully pushing her way between them and linking arms on both sides.

She pushes his hand away when he immediately reaches for her, “Yah! Give me back my girlfriend!” He whines desperately trying to circumvent Su-ah and grab her hand, whining loudly about third wheels and people trying to get in the way of true love.

She’ll never get tired of hearing that.

She was Han Seojun's girlfriend and he was her boyfriend, everyone could stay mad.

#true beauty #true beauty kdrama #han seojun #kang sujin #junjin #junjin superiority #the power they hold #I would kill for a season 2 focused on them #fluff #first kiss #park yoona #hwang inyeop #idiots to usdiots

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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Ok imma be honest, this chapter moved me to tears and not the sad sobbing but the more inspiring kind. This chapter means the world.

She had told them her dreams were about ducks – since there were the only equally horrible thing she could think of.

Uncle Magnus had given her an odd look then, as if he knew she was bullshitting them. But he hadn’t said anything.

DUCKS AREN'T THAT BAD! HAVE Y'ALL EVER BEEN CHASED BY A GOAT?? I WAS CONVINCED I WAS GONNA DIE

Lexi would be royally pissed if this turned out to be some stupid pointless dream.

YUP

Even though she was only 7 minutes older than Lexi, Selena always acted like she was 7 years older.

That's so cute though

People looked at her pastel-coloured aesthetic immediately assumed she was the soft and sweet Fairchild twin. People saw Selena in her red leather jacket and thigh high boots and assumed she was in the infamous troublesome Herondale twin.

SMH THE DAMN STEREOTYPES

Why Selena hadn’t killed her in her sleep yet, Lexi doesn’t know.

BYE THAT'S EVERY SIBLING RELATIONSHIP EVER

The meals at the Academy were to die for – quite literally. Last week two students from the warlock fraction had almost killed each other over a blueberry muffin.

Oh how times change...they will never know the dreaded soup

NO ANJALI HAS BEEN GONE FOR OVER A YEAR???

IS JAIME OK?? PLEASE BE OK! HE CAN LIVE WITH TREATMENT SO I REALLY HOPE HE'S OK

Selena’s was Idris of course. She was kind of obsessed with it.

Max loved the shadow markets. Lexi thought they were very cool too.

Rafael loved his father’s office – which was weird. There was nothing to do in that room other than ponder about shadow world problems. Besides, the place still weirdly smelled like the tangerine perfume Anjali wore, even though the girl had left New York almost a year ago.

David loved the New York Institute – especially the library.

Gigi of course loved the dining halls.

Dining halls, kitchens, food trucks, vending machines - if a place had food with it, Gigi loved it.

It's so amazing how they all have their favorite places...(same David same)

“You’re supposed to pour the syrup on the pancakes not into your mouth,” Lexi chuckled as she sat down next to her.

“It ends up in my mouth anyway,” Gigi shrugged.

True enough.

AWW ROMAN MAKING GIGI PLAYLISTS!!

Someone make me a playlist.

“His parents fell in love in Rome when they were in Rome,” Gigi pointed out even though Lexi already knew. “I think it’s actually romantic.”

I had forgotten that-

Roman was nice. But not nice enough for Georgia. Lexi didn’t think there was anyone good enough for her parabatai – who was the most perfect person in the world.

Me @ anyone who tries to make a move at my best friend.

AWW GEORGIA LIKES HIM TOO!!

When's the wedding?

(you're telling me you didn't believe you were gonna marry your childhood crush? Liar)

“I like being his friend,” Georgia said. “I like spending time with him and all of that. But I don’t know if I like him…in that way. I feel like I need more time.”

Demiromantic??? YES GIVE US THE REP

Lexi sometimes thought life would be so much simpler if the world was full of women and everyone was a lesbian.

Ikr?? Life would be so much easier.

Lexi says Roman is too-nice-sus

Well well well

The kind of love that cheated death.

The kind of love that sustained memory spells put by princes of hell.

The kind of love that changed the world.

Trust me all of our standards are very high

Lexi successfully survived the class without falling asleep.

Me during English.

Ok who's the blond?

Lexi I thought we weren't gonna fall this soon-

Oh the girl's straight...sigh we've all been there.

which meant they had to hold hands. Kinda.

Lexi was a little scared of that.

Me.

Goddamnit, Alexandra. Get your gay together!

THAT'S SO RELATABLE LIKE?? YES

OH MY GOD IT'S EMMA AND JULIAN'S DAUGHTER GEIDIDHDOHDJSKSJSKGXJDHSODHKDGDDGDJHDJDGDJDGJDHD

Lexi knew Olivia liked boys. She hadn’t dated anyone officially of course. All the boys were kind of terrified of her father.

She could be bi or pan or omni. WE GOTTA HAVE HOPE

vegetable loaf... David I'm so sorry you had to go through this.

Lexi then decided not to do any of her homework over the weekend because she was not coming back to the academy. She was not going to survive the sleepover and whatever else Olivia had in mind.

Bestie...why is this me when I make eye contact with my crush.

“Good stuff?” Max snorted. “Rafe literally ran away from home cause shit got too intense.”

“I didn’t run away!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Stop telling people that!”

“But you have rumours and shadowhunters getting thrown into silent city and cohort drama and all that exciting stuff!” Liv pointed out.

I-

Liv-

True though.

“Wasn’t there a serial killer when your parents were young?” David asked.

“And didn’t your uncle do necromancy?” Max said biting into a chicken wing.

True and true

“Sorry, Chouchou!” Lexi winced. “I, uh, sensed a mosquitoe on your leg.”

“Girl, your angel powers are weird as fuck,” Max laughed.

MAX LANGUAGE

“I don’t know,” the girl shrugged and threw her a wink. “I wouldn’t put anything past Lexi.”

Lexi looked at Gigi. She was one more compliment away from screaming.

But Gigi of course knew her struggle and therefore quickly stuffed a bread roll into Lexi’s mouth.

I need someone to stuff bread into my mouth when things get like this

There were rumours about David – and how Daddy had an affair. Lexi was yet to find those asshats and shove a witch light down their throats.

When you find them lemme know too.

“Or maybe it’s because you don’t need rumours be interesting,” David pointed out.

Max turned around, looking surprised at that. His cheeks turned purple. Lexi didn’t know why he was surprised. David only ever spoke fondly of Max.

JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY OH MY GOD

“Oh. Oh! I did hear something a long time ago!” Gigi said suddenly. “Olly, is it true you were conceived at the beach?”

“Georgia, you can’t just ask people where they were conceived!” David sounded horrified.

That is very much possible.

“I heard you were conceived in hell?”

“Oh my god,” Selena looked horrified. “That’s not true! It must have been about Max!”

“Y’all I am adopted!” Max was shaking with laughter and then stopped. “Although our dads could have definitely had sex in hell. I wouldn’t put it past them.”

Oh yes. Both clace and malec.

Then they had of course continued to discuss that cursed topic until Rafael had threatened to tell the Consul about it.

LMAO

Lexi turned around and saw Liv waiting for her. Nope. She wasn’t going to talk a walk – a fucking stroll! – with Olivia all on her own.

“You are coming back to the institute with me or I will un-parabatai you.”

You know there being an un-parabatai ceremony would solve a lot of shit

What if their hands accidentally grazed or something? That shit was lethal.

RIGHT????

She is just trying to be nice. That’s what friends do. They are nice. And they give each other pretty dresses and say they would like to see them in it.

Honey that's gay.

EVERYONE ASKING HER OUT IM DEAD

Selena: Ugh boys

Selena: When I win back Idris, we are leaving all the men behind.

Lexi: Except Magnus? Lol.

Selena: Obviously.

Is that even a question Lexi? Duh.

ALEC LIGHTWOOD THOUGHT SHE WAS STRAIGHT? THE SHAME!

OH MY GOD IM CACKLING

Not everyone can kiss their partner in the Accords Hall. Some people didn’t have access to the Accords Hall.

And most important, some people didn’t have partners!

We're getting a lexi and Alec talk someone hold me

“I’m going to tell you something,” Uncle Alec said. “It might sound simple. It might sound ridiculous. But it’s the truth. So, you must believe me. Can you do that?”

Lexi gave him a small nod.

“It doesn’t matter what other people think,” Uncle Alec said. “Not when it comes to your future. Not when it comes to your identity. They don’t get to have a say in who you are and why you are the way you are.”

Lexi bit her lip.

“Alexandra, people will always tell what to do. But you shouldn’t let them. Never let anyone tell you what to do with your heart or your body. Neither belongs them. It only belongs to you.”

THIS RIGHT HERE MADE ME START CRYING BECAUSE DAMN YES!

“Yep,” she groaned and then hesitated for a moment. “Uncle Alec…Can I ask you something stupid?”

“Can I say no?”

“No.”

“Then go ahead.”

I love her so much

“I feel…I feel it’s something we have to bear, Alexandra. The fear of rejection. It’s something we have to accept as an inevitable part of our lives. Because no matter how much love we have around us, we will always be afraid of people not loving us – simply because of who we are.”

Yeah...

“Besides, they named you after me,” he pointed out. “I don’t know what else they expected.”

EXACTLY! Did they really expect a straight child after naming them after Alec?

“I do like shouting,” Lexi wondered out loud. “That’s good advice.”

“I didn’t mean it literally!” Uncle Alec looked alarmed.

“No, it makes total sense!” Lexi grinned. “Some of these people can be tone deaf. Gotta shout it out. Loud and clear. Awesome advice! Thanks, Uncle Alec!”

DO IT

“Hey, Lexi. I was wonderin-”

“MOVE, I’M GAY!” she yelled as she shoved him aside and kept on running.

ABSOLUTELY ICONIC

“I prefer she/her,” Lexi answered. "But sometimes I prefer she/they. But you can use she/her because some of y'all already shit at grammar."

That's exactly what I tell people when they ask for my pronouns. Istg people are shit at grammar.

alright girl im here to give you a lecture on how someone's dressing doesn't describe their sexuality

OH MY MY GOD THERE WAS A GENDER AND SEXUALITY CLASS IN THE ACADEMY ARE THEY RECRUITING???

One of the boys who had complimented cleared his throat. “So, uh, you don’t like boys?”

“That’s literally what I said,” Lexi rolled her eyes. “I’m gay. I’m very gay. I’m gayer than the Consul. Okay fine, that’s not true. No one gayer than the Consul. But I’m still pretty gay.”

Does the boy have hearing problems?

ALSO YES NO ONE'S GAYER THAN THE CONSUL

“Sexual orientation and gender expression are two different things,” she explained now, remember what Uncle Magnus had taught them. “Sexual orientation refers to who I am sexually and romantically attracted to. Gender expression is how I want to express my gender identity. Those two are not connected. Just because a woman wears feminine clothes it doesn’t mean she is straight. Just because a man embraces femininity, it doesn’t make him gay either. Does that make sense?”

“Ohhh,” the girl nodded. “Yes, it does. Thank you!”

“What I wear does not reflect who I like. It reflects who I am and what I like to wear,” Lexi explained. “And regardless of my sexuality, I like pretty things.”

Exactly.

“This doesn’t change anything. I hope you know that,” he told her. “I mean I have to change the pronouns in my shovel talk. But that’s not a big deal.”

Awwww

Also – my good friend Raziel told me that homophobia is a sin.”

“You mean homosexuality is a sin?” an older man asked.

“No, homophobia is a sin,” Lexi repeated. “That’s what Raziel said.”

“But that’s not-”

Someone cleared their throat. When he spoke, it was in the Consul Voice.

“Are you saying know better than Raziel?” the Consul asked.

Listen to Raziel you dumb shit

“Sure. Let me just call the Lesbian Alliance,” Lexi rolled her eyes.

Ugh I wish

OH NO NO NO NOT THE FAKE DATING. JUST CONFESS AND DATE FOR REAL

“Alexandra, I have a fucking undercut and I have pink highlights and I cuff my jeans and I literally walk around with a sword and I can quote Lady Gaga to perfection! Why would you ever think I was straight??”

Lexi your gaydar is broken bestie.

Don't do this omg this is gonna be a mess

Gigi: THIS IS A BAD IDEA. ABORT! ABORT!

Lexi: Relaaaax. It’s going to be fine!

Gigi: I’ve read enough fanfiction to know the fake dating trope never ends well!

Lexi: I’ve told you to include the ‘angst with happy ending’ tag!

LMAO

Also Gigi which fanfiction do you read?

Jace omg...

That's so him though.

“How about my peeps? It sounds very hip.”

“It does not,” Lexi replied. “Please don’t refer to us as your peeps under any circumstance."

IM SCREAMING ASHSKHSIDBSHSHDH

Her father chuckled at that. “Sweetheart, you’re a Herondale. Being problematic is what we do.”

EXACTLY

Daddy opened the notebook again. “I need names.”

Grabs flamethrower names

“Besides, the Lightwoods and Blackthorns have been hogging the gay genes for too long. Now it’s our turn. I say you gay it up.”

“Gay it up?” Lexi laughed.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Go for the highest possible level of gay.”

DO IT

He blinked for a second and then it hit him. “OH MY GOD YES! DOES EMMA KNOW??”

Lexi laughed. Yeah, he can never find out it was a fake dating situation.

Hopefully he won't have to because it won't be fake :D

“To love is a privilege and to be loved is a blessing.”

THE GROWTH OH MY GOD

This chapter literally means so much to me. I don't even know what to say. I hope I too can one day have the courage to shout it in front of everyone and not be scared. See ya on Tuesday!

It means so much to me that this chapter meant a lot to you. I hope you find all the courage, strength and support you need. You are amazing.

And here. I made you a playlist.

You can find it here on YouTube. I hope you like it :)

#lbaf

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step-on-me-khun · 3 years

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"I'm not feeling well right now and I'm scared to go on a full conversation with someone about my feelings because I feel like I might make a mistake and they'll begin thinking poorly of me further. I'm scared of talking to my mother because she might be furious when she hears about it and I'm sort of terrified of my mother in a way."

Hi it's me one of your mutuals, I'm still stunned that you're following me back and if it would be alright could I request a comfort fic with Bam? ^^

Accidental vent, no need to read this. Feel free to use what I mention above also something to add in the story and you see, I've missed out sending a project and had missing assignments plus sent something super late right on date with the teachers' deadlines for grading. So now I'm really thinking that I'm gonna fail and I'm so scared that I will, but I'm struggling to cry, I wanna cry, feel my chest become heavy but it's hard. It's as if I'm empty, some tears are finally spilling out right now but it feels so,, i don't know weird. I want a release but my body refuses,, I don't know if you understand what I'm trying to say right now bur yeah. Im so sorry,

I’m here for you if you want to talk.

I hope this makes you feel a bit better.

SFW/NSFW

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Word Count: 952

Your depression would come to you like a wave. A small wave of sadness would make you sad but would only last for a small amount of time. A big wave of sadness would hit you like a tsunami, you're head and body feeling like they were drowning from the level of despair you were feeling. It was always either one or the other.

Everyone around you had heap loads of talent and were able to hold a conversation without it looking forced. Even with Bam's kind and caring personality, he was sometimes difficult to talk to. It wasn't because of how friendly he was. It was just how you were.

The others were formidable, while you felt like you were just useless and weak. Like you were the one holding everyone back. You felt like you were nothing but a failure.

You were lying on your side on your bed, looking at the door as the time passed by slowly.

The sounds of chattering could be heard. They were all kind of close, so it was to be expected. Everyone would be better off without you in the group, in the way and probably messing everything off.

No one needed to know if you left you weren't important to them. At least, that's what you felt.

Bam's smiles at you felt fake, even if they were genuine.

"I wonder what's taking (Y/N) so long," Endorsi's voice says.

A bit weird for anyone to take notice now.

There were footsteps you knew someone was coming to get you. Sometimes everything made you depressed. Other times nothing made you depressed. But both of them would cause tears every time you felt the need to release your emotions.

Why would nothing get to you and make you cry so much? Because it was how you thought of yourself.

"Is everything okay (Y/N)?" Bam's voice says. A stream of tears lightly falling from your eyes. You tried not to sob. You were desperate for him not to hear the sound of you crying. "We're all worried about you."

Of course, they were. Not like it mattered.

There was no sound from you. You knew he would stay beside your door for a while, listening in for any indication that you were okay and that he didn't need to worry. But he was worried because it was so quiet. There was no reason for you to be still asleep, it was nearly midday, and you had spent the entire day in your room.

There was a sigh coming from outside your room. "I'm coming in,"

"No, don't," you protested, curling yourself into a ball on your bed.

He walks in and sees you on your bed, the sound of soft sobs coming from you as you lay there. Why did he have to be so damn persistent?

The bed shifts a little as Bam's weight presses onto it.

"Why have you been hiding here all day?"

You don't answer again. Your sobs were more than enough.

"Do you need someone to talk to?"

"No", you answer quickly, his eyes widening at your response.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No," that response was softer than the last one.

You wanted him there, but you also didn't. It was like a tug of war battle was going on inside your head.

"Okay, then," Bam says, lying down beside you on your bed.

He catches a glimpse of your red face. Your sobs were obvious now that he was closer to you.

"Why are you so upset?" Bam asks softly, his hand stroking your arm.

You say nothing, continuing to sob profusely.

"Please let me in. Tell me what's making you so sad. I care about you."

His hand moves away from your arm. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to him.

"You don't have to answer me straight away. I don't want to make you feel like I'm putting pressure on you."

"Do you think I'm a disappointment?" You ask softly.

"No, you're not a disappointment."

"How do you know that? How do you know what everyone thinks of me?"

It was breaking his heart to see you like this. It made him sad.

"I've never heard anyone say anything bad about you. When people do say something about you, it's always because you've been helpful and kind to them."

That whole sentence felt like it was a lie.

You sigh, moving your arms away from your face a little to see his face. There was no indication that he was lying. Bam was being genuine with you.

"I don't know if I can believe that." You say, tugging a little at his top.

"You don't have to," Bam says, his fingers brushing your hair softly. "I think you're amazing as you are. You don't need to prove anything to me. We'd all be lost without you."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better,"

"I wish you didn't push us away. I'm being honest with you. I'm always here for you. Please don't hide away from me."

"Bam, thanks for finding me."

"I want you to be happy and safe."

A soft smile shines on his face, his gold eyes lighting up like a fire.

"Can I come to you if I feel like this again?" You ask.

"If you need me to listen, I'm always here."

He held you for a while, making sure you were okay before doing anything else. He didn't want you to do anything stupid.

There would always be a part of you that felt useless. But Bam was the type of person to always hear you out, and tell you that you're worth the world.

#tower of god #kami no tou #25th baam #twenty fifth baam

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Family Matters | Chapter 3: Trivia

Hello People!

I hope you have had an amazing week and are going to have an ever better weekend. I am so done with this week. It was really crappy and I just can't wait for the beginning of next, hoping it will be better. The only positive side is that I was able to get over my writer's block and have finished about 3 new chapters.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter of Family Matters and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

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Chapter 3: Trivia

She closed the blinds and made sure for the fifth time the door was locked. Her breath caught in her throat and the fear and adrenaline that had rushed through her body made even Spencer Reid nervous.

"What's going on?"

"This is bad, I didn't realize the consequences of this until it was too late. I am so sorry I got you all tangled up in this mess."

"What are you talking about? What happened?"

"I-" She turned and took a peek through the blinds, ensuring there was no one around. "I did not think things through. I think it's best if you go home, that way you might be spared."

"You are seriously starting to make me nervous, please tell me what's going on, how can I help?"

"There is nothing you can do; I am basically a dead woman."

"Why? Who's after you?"

"Anna Hemingway."

"Your cousin is after you? Did she threaten you or something?"

"No, she didn't have to." She walked towards the bed and sat on the edge, still glancing every now and then, making sure the coast was clear.

After her and Spencer's victory, they had both decided to go to bed, and while the rest of her family insisted on having another dinner dedicated to the couple, they had both decided best to eat and head back to their cabin. He had finished first and decided to head back, and as soon as he was gone, the memory hit her making her mistake obvious. And the main reason she had resorted to a passive competition with the world's worst cousin was clear once again. In a hurry she had returned to their cabin, ensuring she was not being followed, and locked the door, startling the doctor.

"The last time I beat Anna at something was when I twelve. We were both auditioning for the same role in our school musical. They gave me the part." He smiled, truly excited for her accomplishment, as well as happy to learn this new fact about her. "Don't get too peppy. On opening night, at Grandma's celebration for the play, I fell down the stairs."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Because, Dr. Spencer Reid, as hard as it is to believe, me falling down the stairs was not due to my immense clumsiness."

"Wait, your cousin pushed you down the stairs?!" He exclaimed, truly horrified. How are children so cute and so evil at the same time?

"More like, she set her foot for me to trip on, but you get the idea." She glanced back at the door and then at the man in front of her. "I was lucky, I didn't break anything, but I have a feeling that might not be the case the next time. I also would prefer not to drown or anything like that."

"But we're federal agents, doing something to you or me would be unwise."

"You're speaking of the girl that tripped me down the stairs and thought that stealing my boyfriend and marrying him was wise."

"I'm gonna double-check the door is locked."

After hours of attempting to stay vigilant, her body had given in and she had fallen asleep. Although Spencer knew the danger, to him it was as simple as closing his eyes. She knew they were trained to deal with a lot of sick people, but he didn't understand the limits his cousin would go to destroy those who she felt wronged by. Although her main target had always been her, she once had basically ended a girl's life by getting her banned from pretty much any respectable college or job position because this one had made fun of her prom dress. Anna Hemingway was one to be cautious with, and they had both just embarrassed her in front of the people whose attention she had snatched years ago. It was worse than she realized.

"Spencer, Spencer." She spoke as she slightly moved him. He growled and moved away from her, attempting to continue his slumber. "Spencer."

"No, let me sleep." He complained.

"Spence, get up, please." After minutes of silence, she devised a new plan. "Spencer!" she screamed, making him jump, falling off the bed and landing between the edge of this first one and the door of the closet. "Oh good, you're awake."

He didn't say a word, for what seemed like centuries, and she wondered if screaming him awake was not the best decision, especially as her next request would not be something he would be inclined to.

"Sorry for that, I just needed you to wake up."

"Is there a fire I don't know about?"

"No, I just thought we could go for a run." There it was, the look Spencer had only given the unsubs he despised the most. She had earned it, but that didn't mean she liked it. "Sorry, I just, Nicole had to leave, and since I have a target on my back and there's safety in numbers... I also didn't want to leave you here alone, and vulnerable. I just felt like, despite your muscles, I am concerned you haven't yet mastered the use of your body."

"I will have you know that by all accounts I definitely know how to use my body. Quite effectively if I do say so myself, and others."

After his words, her mind went to a thought she never imagined having. She wondered if he meant it that way or she was just losing it. "Good, then you can come with me." That sentence following her thoughts was probably not ideal.

"No thank you, you can do it by yourself." She needed to change the direction her thoughts were going; they were definitely not helpful.

"Spencer, please. I am honestly a little terrified, and you should be too."

"Well, I'm not. She isn't worse than any unidentified subject we've dealt with before."

"Oh but she is. She's the worst type of unsub you could think of, but ten times worse."

"What's the worse she could do?"

"Let's not find out."

After whining from him and pleads by her, they both made their way out of the cabin. The shorts he had avoided yesterday were now covering almost nothing as they jogged. This was not a good reminder of their earlier conversation, so she simply focused on something easier: her cousin's imminent revenge. She thought it would come in the form of her accidentally pushing her into the lake, or a repeat of her falling down the stairs. She was even worried this time Spencer would be the victim since he had been the one to embarrass her. Her thoughts were interrupted by deep breaths and a yelp.

"Are you okay?"

"We've been running for hours, how dare you ask me such a question?"

She looked at her watch, "We've been running for exactly three and a half minutes. Actually, we haven't been running, more like jogging."

"How long do you usually do this for?"

"Depends on the day, but from thirty minutes to two hours."

"You need help."

"It won't be as bad, come on."

"You can go on, I am just gonna sit here and have a heart attack real quick."

"How on earth did you pass your physical?"

"I got it waved."

"Cheater."

"If it isn't it the 'it' couple of the weekend!" Suddenly the one having a heart attack was not Spencer, but her. "I didn't know you guys ran together, that's so cute!"

"Yeah, truly the reason I love her," Spencer said, a pinch of sarcasm in his voice.

"How adorable." It's coming, she could feel it. "Anyway, I was thinking, since love seems to be in the air this weekend, why don't we celebrate it by wrapping up the family retreat with a trivia night!"

"What does trivia have to do with love?" She regretted the words as soon as they came out, as Anna looked at her like she might as well be six feet under.

"Silly, the trivia would be about your significant other, of course!"

"Well, that's just-"

"Wonderful, I know!" The blonde smiled, delighted by her idea. "The family has already been briefed and they are all on board, I have started taking in questions and designed the cards, so we'll all meet around the campfire for dinner, and then we'll have trivia night!" She smiled brightly and began to leave, stopping by to appreciate Spencer's figure and palming his behind as she left.

"Did she just-?"

"Yes, yes she did."

"I need a shower."

After both had showered and changed they made their way to grandmas house, alert as to anyone following them. Most of her family had moved on from spying on them, but she knew Anna and Uncle Ernie were not that normal.

"So, what did your grandma do?"

"No one really knows, I mean it had to be good to make her so rich, but by the time my uncle Ernie was born, the eldest, she was already rich enough to sell whatever business she had and become a full-time parent."

"What about your grandpa?"

"He died before I was born."

"Oh."

They sat at the same table he had been at the day before; the chessboard was still in place. She began messing with the pieces, creating the game that always made her win, courtesy of her grandma.

"I didn't know you played."

"I too began at a very young age. I haven't really played since grandma died; she was my game partner. The only one that treated me like I was a human being." She sat down, remembering the hours she spent here when Nicole wasn't around, and everyone pretty much ignored her. "She was the only one that ever consoled me for losing my dad. Losing her was just one more box to check."

"I am sorry for your loss." He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently, hoping to convey his sympathy.

"Yeah well, by how calm Anna looks right now I guess it won't be long before I join her, so we don't have to worry about that anymore."

He rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "So, what should we expect during this trivia night?"

"To lose, that's our safest bet."

"I don't really do losing."

"And all I do is lose, so I will be your guide this time."

The family had made their way inside, their excitement overflowing the room. She couldn't help but wish she could simply run for the hills. She knew the chances of them winning were null, because a) she needed to lose and b) Spencer and her hadn't known each other, really known each other long enough to be able to answer these questions. She wondered if that was the plan all along, that Anna somehow had found out about their lie and was using this as a means to expose it.

"Okay everybody, let's get started." Said, uncle Ernie. He wore the same clothes as their first day here. "Let us start with the competition. Since we have the newlyweds as well as the new couple in the family, I think they should make the honors."

She looked at Spencer and he smiled at her, she leaned closed and whispered. "Remember, to ease the monster, we need to lose, which shouldn't be hard, we're not even a real couple, there is no way we know enough about each other, right?"

He nodded and they both moved to the sofa that was designated as their spot, her uncle who now apparently served as the show host, handed Spencer and Tyler a buzzer, explaining whichever sounded first would get to answer the question. She mentally prepared herself, hoping she could answer enough questions to not raise suspicion but not enough to win the game, what a grand world that would be.

"Ready everybody?" everyone cheered in approval and she prepared herself. "This round is for the guys, once we finish you will pass the buzzer to your partner and at the end, we will have one round where either of you can answer. Now, the first question, what is your partner's Starbucks order?"

Spencer's buzzer went off as Tyler attempted to recall the memory. "It depends on the season. During winter and for as long as she can get it, it will be a Grande Peppermint Hot Chocolate, during the summer it will be no-coffee Double chocolate chip cookie crumble Grande Frappuccino with extra whipped cream, and no straw." She looked at him completely taken aback by his answer, how specific it was, and the fact that he knew she was a seasonal drinks person.

"Yeah, that's it." She spoke.

"Point for team FBI!" Her uncle cheered. "Next question, what is your partner's favorite color?"

His buzzer went off and the doctor spoke again, "Blue."

Ten questions later the scoreboard was 8-2, Spencer's lead, and the two questions he hadn't answered were because he decided that would be enough to lose. She didn't understand how he knew these things, or the fact that she knew what her answer for him would be, but what she did know, was that she had to be really bad in order to allow Anna to take the lead back, what she wasn't sure about anymore, was whether she wanted to let her cousin win.

"Ladies, you're up." Spencer handed her the buzzer and she smiled at him. "First question, how does your partner drink his coffee."

"That's easy. He doesn't drink coffee." She said soon after her buzzer went off. "He drinks sugar with a side of coffee, no creamer. Eighty percent sugar, twenty percent coffee."

"That is so mean to say! But it's true." Spencer agreed.

"How are you a doctor and drink so much sugar?"

"Not that kind of doctor." He clarified to the man.

"I have no idea what that means! Next question, what is the thing your partner is most proud of?"

"His job. Spencer loves helping people and using his knowledge to reunite families, he's the bravest guy I know." She smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

It was no surprise Anna was not content with the results, as the end was a 23-4 in favor of Spencer and her. As soon as the game was finished she knew that she had basically carved her own grave.

"That is not fair, they are not even really dating!" Her cousin screamed, "it's all a lie!"

"What?"

"Yeah, I know your little secret, I overheard you and Nicole talking about how Spencer was not really your boyfriend and how he didn't actually have dyslexia!"

"I-" She didn't know what to say, how had she not seen her? How could she let this happen?

"First of all, I think it is very inconsiderate of you to suggest that my dyslexia is not real. I have fought so hard for such a long time to ensure my condition didn't prevent me from succeeding, going as far as getting a Ph.D. in mathematics, for someone to simply come and question my hard work." Spencer said, seemingly very upset. "Second of all, this woman right here is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I will not sit here and tolerate you calling her a liar. We are in love with each other, and you as her cousin should be happy about it. Yet you seem so upset about her finding someone, it seems to me you're jealous, but what do I know, it's not like I can understand human behavior or anything. Oh, wait." He said, he took her hand and pulled her as close to him as she could. "Just leave my girlfriend alone, you took her sloppy second and married him, so what more can you want from her?"

The room fell silent, everyone eyed Spencer and Anna, trying to grasp what had just happened. "You and I both know you're lying, you two are not a real couple, you are just trying to ruin this weekend for me."

"Really, not a real couple? Then how did we end up destroying you at trivia? You made the questions Anna, I had no idea what was on them, you did. And I am not the one wearing a wedding ring. So my question is, how do you marry someone without knowing their proudest moment, or their Starbucks order?"

"Well, how come no one has ever seen you two kiss? You can learn facts about each other but that doesn't really make you a couple."

"You want to see a kiss? Fine." She turned and pulled Spencer's lips to hers. She let herself enjoy the moment, really enjoy Spencer's kissing skills, not because she wanted to or anything, but rather because that is how she should kiss him, there was no way anyone would have any doubt about them if the kiss looked authentic. Which it did, it also might have felt a little more authentic than it should but now was no the time to dwell on that.

Spencer kissed her back, creating an atmosphere in which her cousin's word didn't matter any longer, in which the humiliation her family had put her through was nothing worth thinking of, and the fact that both of them had such deep knowledge about each other only fueled it, melting her a little in her spot, she felt his teeth on her lower lip applying slight pressure and she couldn't help but wish they were by themselves right then and there.

"We get it! You guys want to take your clothes off, now please stop." Tyler's voice echoed, and the two doctors left each other's lips reluctantly, looking at him. "Now, can we please move on?"

"No! Not until they admit they are not really dating, and all this was a plot to humiliate me!" Anna screamed.

"You know what? I am not going to stand here and tolerate this behavior any longer. Bitchy Anna, you can whine all you want, but that will not change that I am with a man I love, and that loves me. I have let this family make me feel like less for long enough and I am done doing so. You can all go fuck yourselves because I am done with each and every single one of you. You allowed this crazy brat to humiliate me and treat me like I was less for long enough. Let's go home, Spencer." She grabbed him by the hand and exited the house, giving her family the middle finger before she banged the door. She walked to their cabin and gathered her stuff, him following suit. As soon as they were in the car and far enough away, she pulled over and sighed, coming down from her adrenaline rush.

"In the wise words of Penelope Garcia, that was hot," Spencer said.

"What was?"

"Everything." They laughed for a couple of minutes, the scene she had just created replaying in her mind. "I am so proud of you."

"Why? Because I gave my uncle Ernie the middle finger?"

"Because you stood up for yourself."

"Yeah, well even if she was right, I tend to get a little too angry when people call me a liar or get in my way."

"Yeah, I know." He chuckled, "How did it go, oh yes, 'Nu-uh bruh, I know you didn't just interrupt me mid-sentence.' And then you commented how a man who wore sweaters in the middle of July was not going to cut you off."

"I am so sorry about that; I was just so used to being cut off I didn't want it to be a thing at work."

"It's okay, I understand. I began cutting people off because that's what most people did to me when I spoke."

"Well, that's dumb. I love hearing your facts, you have all this knowledge, and you chose to share it, people should be grateful for it."

"Thank you, I appreciate that." He smiled, "Speaking of facts, our chances of getting murdered will increase by the minute if we continue to sit on the side of the road."

"Right, forgot about that!" She turned the car back on. "Let's go home, Spencer." As his apartment complex became clear, she slowed down, making a stop right in front of it. "Thank you for coming with me this weekend, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, that's what friends are for." Before he moved to get out of the car, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "What was that for?"

"For being the best fake boyfriend and real friend a girl could ask for." She smiled at him, so grateful for his existence. "I will see you tomorrow morning at 5:45 am sharp. Goodnight Spencer."

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow." He opened the door and walked out, waving to her before he entered his building. She sat there for a couple of minutes, taking in the past weekend. She knew her mother wouldn't let her get away with her actions, but right now that didn't matter, Spencer Reid had told her he was proud of her, he had even used the term hot which in itself was hot because she never even imagined he used that type of vocabulary.

Regardless, she stood up for herself, she let Anna have it, and Spencer was proud of her. It seemed like a win-win. She drove home, a smile on her face.

#spencer x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #cm

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Soy Sol: Chapter 2 (Gossip that Spreads like Wildfire)

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Luna is stunned by what she's just witnessed. She'd never expect Matteo to be cozying up so close with a random girl, especially after everything they've been through together. Luna started having doubts and her fears just came rushing over her like a waterfall. She couldn't believe that he would do this, all because she was late

When Matteo sees that it was Luna who opened the door, he immediately got up ignoring Viviana, as if she wasn't there. "Luna, I've been looking everywhere for you. You promised you would be here for my last show and you know how important this is for me. Why were you late.... again? You even promised to watch the entire show this time." Luna just stood there, staring at Matteo. Her rambunctious thoughts were clouding her judgement. She doesn't want to think about it, yet she already is. What if Matteo is cheating on her?

Matteo's face quickly changed when he saw a depressed look on her very pale face. "Que to pasa mi amor? What's the matter my love?" Matteo asks Luna in a very worried tone. Luna shakes her head from a terrified trance. "No nothing, I just came to tell you how proud I am. The arena seemed packed with loads of people. Umm yeah and I also wanted to apologize for being late. Too late it seems." Luna tries to not think about what she noticed yet the random girl staying in the room isn't making Luna feel any better. "I'm sorry who are you?" Luna questions the girl sitting on the couch who seems to not feel bad for listening on their conversation.

"I'm Viviana Marcel. Some people like to call me a very famous actress and rising singer; but if I'm being modest, I've only been in like fifteen movies," Viviana brags to Luna, showing off. "Really. Well sorry I had to ask is just I've never seen you on TV or in anything," Luna says sincerely which brings an enraged frown onto Viviana's face. "Oh, would you look at the time, it's getting late. I don't want to arrive home late since I have a very important meeting at Laix tomorrow. You know the place where famous people work together. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't know it since you're not, well a celebrity. Ciao Matteo, I'll talk to you later." Viviana leaves after giving a wink to Matteo.

Luna's depressed look still stays plastered on her face. That girl almost reminds her of a celebrity version of Daniela, and after everything was finally going great for her and Matteo. "Luna, your smile has disappeared all of a sudden and hasn't come back. Please tell me what's wrong. I'm always here for you," Matteo states to Luna, expressing his concern. Luna almost stutters when she says, "Matteo why is Viviana here? What were you doing with her?" Matteo instantly takes a sigh of relief because he originally thought something unpleasant happened to her. "Oh, Luna you don't have to worry about her. She's just a friend I met through Rafeal. It's okay." "Matteo what would've happened if I didn't arrive at that moment," Luna asks anxiously holding on to every word she said. Matteo hesitantly replies, "Nothing. Nothing at all."

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Next Morning

Simón and Ámbar's House

Simón wakes up in his Buenos Aires home at eight o'clock in the morning. He's surprised to notice Ámbar is not there beside him. He pulls the sheets to their new bed and marches to the kitchen. Ámbar is sitting in the dining table doing some paperwork while drinking a café con leche. This brings a large smile on his face seeing how hard of a worker his soon to be wife is. "Buenos días mi amor. Good morning my love," Simón declares to Ámbar which also brings a warm smile on her face. "So, how's the paperwork going?" Simón asks Ámbar. "Honestly, it's not looking too good. I don't know if we'll be able to keep the Jam and Roller for so long especially since Vidia is considering on selling it to this company who wants to remodel it as a club and bar. They're the ones with the highest bid and if nobody comes soon to place a higher offer... we may lost it," Ámbar reluctantly replies to Simón.

"I can't believe this. First the separation of the Roller Band, then the separation of the Roller team, and now this. The worst part is how can we even tell Luna about this? How can we tell the rest about this," Simon complains while he and Ámbar give each other worried glances. "I don't know how we should tell her but one thing I know for sure is that we need to tell her soon cause what if she finds out and thinks we were lying to her this whole time. The one thing I've learned from my previous mistakes is that lying does no good and the truth always ends up revealing itself... but we'll think about that later. Right now, let's eat some breakfast cause I have a meeting to get to. Whatever happens, we need to find a backup plan to work somewhere else while I study to become a lawyer."

As Ámbar gets up from her chair, she turns the TV on. The news channel announces, "This just in! Viviana has been spotted AGAIN being very close to Matteo Balsano, the infamous 'Quiero Verte Sonreir' artist, yesterday night at his last concert for his Alla Voy Tour. Could this mean that Matteo has a new girlfriend and broke up with Luna Valente!" Ámbar and Simón both turn their heads and look at each other, shocked by what they just saw on the news. "I can't believe it! I wonder what Luna must be thinking watching this. It's just that this doesn't even make sense. Matteo would never do such a thing to Luna and even so she would have told me by now," Simón states confusingly. Simón and Ámbar are both confused and concerned about what they have just witnessed.

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Nina's Apartment

Nina accidentally spills her coffee after hearing what she just saw on the news. Gastón hears the loud noises in the living room, so he runs quickly to Nina from the kitchen to help her. "Que paso, what happened? Are you okay Nina," Gaston asks while helping her clean the mess she made. Gastón arrived last night from his job being an engineer. The company he works at has multiple branches, so he tends to travel all around the globe to set up meetings and build all sorts of new gadgets. Nina had also arrived from Oxford after finishing the semester early. She only has one year left to graduate and can't wait to travel with Gastón as a professional writer.

"Did you hear what was on the news? Apparently, Matteo has been spotted multiple times with this girl named Viviana. News outlets think that he broke up with Luna and replaced her with Viviana. I just couldn't believe it. I was so shocked I accidentally tipped over my coffee. Sorry for the mess," Nina states to Gastón. "No pasa nada. It's okay, the stain easily comes off but going back to what happened with Matteo... is this true, en serio," Gastón wonders, hoping Nina would say a 'no, just kidding' but sadly that was not the case. "Well we don't know if he did break up with Luna but the pictures that they showed of him with Viviana look very real and very close." "Esto no puede ser. This can't be true. I'm going to call Matteo right away. We have to get to the bottom of this," Gastón vividly expresses his disbelief right before turning his head and seeing the TV screen, in which he noticed the girl that's with Matteo. He doesn't for sure know who she is, but that girl appears very familiar to him. Then, Gastón remembered who she is and quickly runs to go call Matteo. After Nina puts her mug inside the sink, she rushes to go call Luna as well.

*BTW: Thank you guys for the support you've been giving Soy Sol in the last chapter. I really do appreciate it and hope you guys like the rest :D *

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