#give him his fairytale romance he wants so badly

[skyfall8600]

hi!! i’m absolutely in love with your writing! i was looking through your prompt list and was wondering if you could do 13 and/or 19? 💗💗

Hi! So sorry for the delay, things have been kinda hectic with Uni but I hope you like this! Also, thank you so much for being the first person ever to actually request something from the prompt list.

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Forever Isn't Long Enough

Warnings: fluff, unrequited love, friends to lovers romance, swearing

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

[ 1.5k words]

Prompts:

19. “It’s not like I never tried to tell you”

13. “I would have waited forever.”

Unrequited love was total bullshit and you knew it. It was a way for the universe to play the ultimate joke on you; forcing you to be in a one-sided best-friends-to-lovers fairytale nightmare. You blamed yourself really; thinking of Eddie’s flirtatious and kind nature as anything more than just how he interacted with everyone. 

It killed you inside the first time you saw him treat others with the affectionate body language, or using the cute nicknames you thought you were so special for being referred to by him. But, he used them on every other girl or cute person he talked to. And fuck did it hurt. 

You tried to ignore it, knowing that your feelings were silly and not returned. You wanted to settle for just being his friend, you really tried. You thought that perhaps, if you expressed how you felt subtly around him, then you would be able to gage if he did see you differently to anyone else. 

You tested out the waters with very small acts of physical affection. Hugging him differently to how you used to, sitting closer to him at lunch so that your thighs were practically on top of each other. You graced your hand along his tattooed arm, linger a finger to trace them. 

All to which had no effect on him. 

You slumped your shoulders down, unable to participate in the game since your D&D character died the week before. So you sat there, watching everyone else. You didn’t try to hide the sadness in your face; knowing that the excuse of being dead was a good enough cover up for the true reason why you felt this way. 

But Eddie noticed. He always noticed when you were sad; so he made a mental note to check up on you after the game ended and once everyone else went home. He promised to give you a ride back home tonight, since your car was currently in the shop. 

“You ready to go Sweets?” He asked you with a smile, hoping that the term of endearment would cheer you up. He hated seeing you look so sad. 

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah sure, let’s go.” 

You were blunt, which wounded him. “You okay princess? Not used to you being so…” he trailed off, afraid that using the wrong could make things worse, “...gloomy.” 

You snorted, still keeping your eyes away from his. You didn’t bother answering, instead following him to the van in silence. 

The silent treatment was not what he was expecting tonight. He planned everything out in his head; finally trying to act on his emotions and tell you how he felt. It ate him up inside, noticing how much closer you seemed to get with him, and he adored every second of it. But he was beyond terrified that he read the signals wrong, that you were just returning his level of physical contact. 

“Come on, seriously love. You can tell me if there’s something wrong, has the cheerleaders been making fun of you again? Cause I can cut them off from my supplies for a few weeks to make them suffer–”

“Just leave it, Eddie.” You practically spat out. 

You never spoke to him like that before. It made him hesitate turning on the engine to the van, instead shifting so he faced you in the passenger seat. 

He saw that you were fighting back tears, and it finally made him crack. “Tell me what’s wrong, now.” 

His voice was stern, it made a shiver run down your spine. “I’ll get over it, please just drop it.” 

“No, if its bothering you this badly, I want to know. Come on, Angel–”

“Stop with the goddamn nicknames already!” You interrupted him, “Angel, love, princess, sweets, sweetheart– I’m fucking sick of it!” 

His eyes widened, pain fueling him like an imaginary dagger had just been plunged into his heart. 

“But– but I’ve always called you those.” He said, his voice breaking slightly. 

“Yeah, and along with half the female population….. Just please drive me home Eddie.” The tears were no longer containing in your eyes, finally springing free. 

Your words lingered in his mind. “You– I call other people that? Really?” 

He didn’t know how he failed to realise that his little names for you had been repeated to others. Before he met you, he never referred to anyone as anything other than their names. But you… you made him feel beyond happy and he couldn’t imagine calling you by the same thing as everyone else did, he loved your name but those nicknames for you were purely his to say. He got so used to saying them to you, that they seemed to roll of his tongue whenever he spoke to anyone now. 

“God that makes it worse than you didn’t even notice.” You cried, wiping away at your wet cheeks. “Start the fucking car Eddie.” 

“No.”

“Eddie–”

“No, listen to me.” He said, moving so that he held your shoulders in his hands. “I never meant to call anyone else that, they were only meant for you… I’m beyond mortified, please–”

“Like it matters. You’re always like this with others, I was stupid to think it meant anything or that you felt the same way.” The words slipped out, and you didn’t care. You didn’t care if it ruined things between the two of you, or if it meant you’d have to live the rest of your life with the rejection that was about to come. 

He studied your face, “Meant anything? Sweetheart, you mean everything to me.” 

You shook your head, trying to remove yourself from his grasp but he only changed his position so he was instead cupping your face. 

“Look at me, please honey.” He tried to guide your eyes to meet his big brown ones, “This is not how I planned to confess this…. Fuck I– wait… did you ask if I felt the same?” 

His head was floating like he was on cloud nine, he had been so worked up that the little confession you made seemed to pass right through his head. 

You whined, embarrassed. “Eddie just forget it and drive me home.” 

“Sweetheart, are you saying that you like me? As in like like me?” He couldn’t believe it was all playing out this way. 

“It’s not like I never tried to tell you.” You said, your voice barely higher than a soft whisper. “I tried telling you, showing you…. But you still treated me like everyone else, I get it, Eddie, that’s just how you are and I shouldn’t have assumed it meant anything.” 

He laughed and your heart shattered into a million pieces. You just confessed you liked him; didn’t even get the chance to admit that you were actually madly in love with him, and he fucking laughed right in your face. 

You forcibly removed yourself from his hold, trying to get out the van as quick as possible. 

His mind caught up with his nervous laughter, “Wait shit– no hold on!” 

You slammed the door shut, willing to walk all the way home in the total darkness of night. 

“I laughed because I’m in love with you and THIS is not how I planned to tell you!” He screamed, scrambling to his feet to run after you. You stopped dead in your tracks. 

“You what?” 

“I planned on telling you next week… made a reservation and everything.” He said breathlessly, “You mean everything to me, and I think I’ve loved you ever since we really became friends, and I started to get so nervous when you got physically closer to me… it was like my entire brain just short-circuited— fuck it took all the strength I had to not kiss you in front of everyone, because you deserve better than that.” 

“You love me?” You asked, your voice shaky. 

He nodded, “I’m so sorry for making you feel like you were just like everyone else to me, I’m more sorry that it took me so long to get the nerve to actually tell you.” 

“You love me…” You sounded like a broken record, frozen in a state of shock. 

His smile returned to his face as he continued to nod his head, placing you back into his arms. “I love you, I am so madly in love with you….” 

You finally cracked a smile in disbelief, “I love you too, god… I was so scared you didn’t feel the same.” 

He shook his head placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, “I’ve loved you for so fucking long I can’t imagine life without you, but I didn’t know if you felt the same… I just knew I would have waited forever for you.” 

The tears that escaped your eyes held a different meaning to the ones before. You looked up at him, matched with an equal amount of fear, relief and love in his eyes. 

He swiped his thumbs over your cheeks, constantly repeating the words you were so desperate for him to say to you. 

You seized the opportunity to jump up, connecting your lips with his. Not caring about how salty your tears tasted on your lips, you melted into his embrace. You finally felt as ease when he returned the kiss with gentle slow movements. 

It felt like home.

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[merv606]

forced marriage (fairytale, nobleman terry + poor!daniel?) au: wedding night edition! obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while ❤️ of course the Morning After daniel tries to get terry to rail him again because it was Very Good but is super shy about it. terry of course knows what he wants and enjoys his adorable, flustered danny struggling to say it. (of course terry gives in though - he badly wants it too and who can resist blushing, ravaged daniel?) not terry!

Forced marriage - virgin bride (semantics) Daniel - my beloved.

Okay but seriously / WHO HAS HACKED MY PHONE.

I have a supernatural series (only a couple written so far) - BUT I had this idea of human Terry - who is the lord of the city at the edge of the forest - and Daniel a fae/forest nymph type creature - and he is a fae of good breeding from a powerful family etc so I’ll use that one for this ask.

WARNING / I’M GOING TO DO IT - THIS TIME I AM GOING TO USE MANHOOD I STG.

We are doing this trashy paperback novel harlequin romance style!!!

FINALLY MY TIME HAS COME.

AND I AM LIVING.

Maniacal laugh.

I had a post about Terry being a lord and Daniel his conquest/spoil of war/betrothed etc

So many variations but all on the same theme.

This is one of those in fic ideas that is 🔥 but doesn’t translate to real life for a lot of people but that’s the fun of fic - you can find things appealing in writing and it doesn’t mean you do in real life.

So any puritans that come across this (no pun intended) can refrain from clutching their pearls in horror.

Warning: Virginity kink as I think this is the point of this prompt, use of the word MANHOOD to describe a cock, trashy paperback novel style harlequin romance to describe a wedding night.

This was also not read over before posting 😂

Extremely long and extremely NSFW

But, back to Fae Daniel and Lord Terry - maybe in order to stop the humans from destroying the forest or maybe they’ve been at war their worlds must be united / which means that a fae must marry a human / both have to be from the royal house.

But it has the added cuteness of Terry introducing him to human things (Little Mermaid may be my fav Disney movie, okay)

And in my version of this / well Daniel has never seen a human quite so big and when Terry helps him up on the alter to say their vows, large hand easily closing around his own, it does something to Daniel’s stomach.

Based on this:

obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while

I ASSUME WE WANT THIS SUPER SOFT. Like charmin levels of softness. And heavy emphasis on the virgin aspect.

Yesssss - the wedding night.

Terry can sense Daniel is nervous - but the union must be consummated the night of.

Terry has also been waiting a long time for this / he’S wanted Daniel from the minute he had first seen him.

The more they got to know each other in the little they were allowed to spend together leading up to their marriage, he has come to quickly fall deeply in love with the fae.

It was Terry who pressed for this union so hard - there were a couple other candidates (not to Terry though)

As a fae Daniel, is used to being mostly nude, but as his husband slowly walks towards him there’s a look in his eyes that makes him shiver, makes him very aware of his almost nakedness.

He had on a sheet robe when he was presented to Terry which his handmaidens had divested him of, leaving him comely nude, as he was presented as the offering his was to his husband.

Terry is in the traditional armour he wears in battle perhaps, or his royal robes as he approaches.

He is divested of it as well, although he has breeches on under it still.

He can feel Daniel tremble and he lifts a hand to his mouth to kiss the back, telling him, “don’t be frightened little one. No harm will come to you here, not by my hand.”

He cradled his face in one hand, Daniel leaning into it. “Only pleasure.”

Soft kisses to start that become more hungry, Terry eating the little surprised whimpers of pleasure out of Daniel that transition into Terry tasting his skin as he mouths and licks down his neck.

A finger slipping between his cheeks to rub at his hole - Daniel crying out, eyes flying shut, his hand digging into Terry’s arm, panting slighting as he works his hips back into the foreign but not unpleasant/unwelcome feeling.

“You are untouched here, then?”

And maybe Terry knew that - virgin bride (semantics) is a requirement after all.

Still, Daniel nodding his confirmation has Terry’s blood boiling. That his little Fae will only every know Terry’s cock, and pleasure for his hands, mouth, and body.

“I will make sure you’re more than prepared.”

So he’s nervous and he would probably be worse but the wine at the banquet probably helped.

But given the nerves, how he seems to want and welcome the touch but resist it, the look of surprise on his face and how clumsy yet hungry he is for kisses, how RESPONSIVE he is to Terry’s touch, Terry wonders if Daniel is truly inexperienced in the acts of physical love.

“Have you ever Lain with another?”

Daniel won’t meet his eye now, as he shakes his head, afraid he has disappointed his husband - that he won’t be good for husband.

“I hope that does not displease you, my lord.” He offers, forcing himself to meet Terry’s eye. “I hope I can still please you in the manner which you require.”

Hearing Daniel call him my lord goes straight to his Cock along with the knowledge that Daniel is truly innocent in all regards it seems.

Terry simply goes back to kissing his husband, the heat and passion hopefully letting Daniel know that it does not disappoint him in the least. When they break, his little fae tries to chase the taste of his husband’s lips as they part.

“Knowing no one has had hands on you like this but me. That you kept yourself pure for your husband, pleases me greatly and you shall please me as well, of this I have no doubt.”

The smile he gets, little fae beaming at the praise, has Terry right back to kissing him lest he flip him over and take him right there.

I imagine, decadence at all, that there is probably wine in the room and an assortment of fruits etc for nourishment / got to keep up the strength after all.

There’s roses and flowers on the bed / Terry wanted the setting to remind Daniel of the forest and home.

Maybe, they should have consummated the union in the forest - maybe a crowd to watch is the norm - but Terry doesn’t want his husband’s deflowering to be for public consumption. An insanely jealous man - Daniel is for his eyes only.

Maybe later one once he’s more used to taking Terry’s cock, they’ll do something to appease the people (IDK - depends on your kink).

Daniel wraps his legs around a Terry’s waist as he lifts him up to carefully deposit him on the bed.

There is a small pot at the side of the bed that Terry leans over Daniel to take the top off, a sweet fragrance filling the air.

“Oil to ease the way,” he explains as he dips his fingers into a small pot at the side of the bed, “but I will also use my mouth to help prepare you.” and Daniel’s not sure what that means.

The elders only said that his job was to lie back and spread his legs for his husband - to be warm and willing when he accepted his husband into his body.

Which confused him. He is accustomed to how the forest creatures mate when they’re in season so he knows realistically his husband will want to take him in a similar manner but Daniel can’t be mounted like that. He hadn’t asked those questions though.

More kisses, which Daniel thinks are his favourite thing now, continue. His husband’s lips are so soft, his tongue delicious has it pushes into Daniel’s mouth, Daniel nipping at his lips when they part.

He watches, mouth downturned slightly in curiosity as Terry rubs his slippery fingers together, oil dripping down them to his wrist. He coated them quite liberally. “To warm it,” he explains in response to the face Daniel is making as he watches every move Terry is making, before Terry tentatively trails them to his awaiting prize.

Terry won’t lie, the fact that Daniel is so clueless is more than appealing - that Terry will be his introduction and lifeline teacher in pursuit of pleasure is both intoxicating and a great gift for which he will spend his time trying to be worthy, starting with now.

Still not sure where this is going, until wet fingers touch him down there, then he quickly realizes how his husband plans to fill him. How to claim him.

What they meant when they told him to be gracious when he receives his husband.

His eyes widen in relation and he tries to close his legs, but a large hand on the inside of his knee stops him.

“Do not deny me, little one.”

“You cannot.”

“This is mine now,” Terry explains, as his fingers go back, tracing the taunt muscle.

Daniel’s nerves are on fire and he’s so responsive, crying out, his whine continuous.

The feeling has his toes curling slightly, and he moans softly, embarrassment quickly taking hold at such wanton behaviour.

Daniel nudges his face seeking more kisses, as both a distraction and because he misses his husband’s mouth and taste already, even if it’s something he’s only just discovered.

A finger dips inside the pliable center, rubbing lightly to loosen up the tense muscle.

Terry presses more firmly and the tip dips in enough just to open him up slightly.

It’s not unpleasant but foreign. He’s never even touched himself down there like that in such a manner. Didn’t realize it was a thing.

Rolled to his stomach pulled to his hands and knees now, his cheeks spread to display the most private part of him to his husband’s eyes. The urge to hide such an intimate part of himself is strong but, he resists. As Terry said, it belongs to him now.

Besides, the position he’s in, the grip of the hands holding him apart, and his husband’s overall strength make it impossible.

He wonders what Terry finds so appealing when his husband groans, strange noises and Daniel glances back to see Terry rubbing at a bulge in his tunic.

“Such a pretty little hole - it will grip me tight when I take it.”

Suddenly, his husband’s face is down there, between his cheeks.

Warm breath now, where fingers were moments earlier, before he feels his husband’s mouth on him / and oh is that what Terry meant by getting his mouth on him.

He claws at the sheets as his husband’s tongue licks him, and then then fingers are back at his rim.

He comes like that, fingers digging into the sheets, humping back. Hand not even needed on his cock.

“So good for me.” Terry prefers that Daniel get his pleasure from having his body breeched, his hole played with, and he will teach him, but this is already a very good sign.

Only after he’s come does Terry breech him for the first time, one finger to the first knuckle.

This must be what he wants when he said he would prepare Daniel.

While not unpleasant, just strange, it’s not overly pleasurable either - that is until his husband’s fingers brush against something that has Daniel clenching down on the fingers, as they drill isn’t him now, into that spot.

He’s panting, hips moving with the fingers to increase the pleasure / almost on pure instinct.

More oil, and Daniel’s hole stretched wide around four fingers, almost to it’s limit he thinks (and how wrong he will be in a few minutes when Terry’s fingers replace his clock) but he comes like that, around them.

Fingers slowly withdrawn, obscene wet noises, loud in the room as the crackling of the fire is the only other noise.

Time for his husband to take him and solidify their union - so that it is above contestation.

He’s rolled onto his back for that though - Terry wants to see his body open and give for him, see his face as he receives his manhood for the first time.

His husband opens his pants then, and Daniel sees the bulge in all it’s glory for the first time as it springs free, curling up to his stomach and okay …… his husband is very well endowed.

That is not going to fit he thinks - he’ll be split in two.

Either way he’ll never be the same - in what way remains to be seen though.

Terry’s hand is back on his knees, to stop Daniel before he can even try to close his legs, sensing his reticence. He’ll make sure he’ll enjoy it / even if some discomfort at first is to be expected.

His husband takes his cock in his hand and wipes the head through the wet mess of oil all down his crack, rubbing it over the sensitive rim, loosened and pliable from the finger fucking.

Resting his manhood against this husband’s virgin entrance now, he puts the slightest pressure against his well prepared hole.

Daniel’s body yields as his entrance opens just enough to allow the head inside.

Daniel whimpers, face scrunching as his husband presses him hips forward, another inch going inside. Hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white.

“You have to relax and let me in.”

He grasps Daniel’s cock, stroking it to hardness, leaking all over his hand.

Terry slides in a bit more.

“There you got. Let me in - let me have you.”

The words, the feeling his hand on his cock, all help him relax and have his body accepting more inside. No other option really, and Terry continues pressing in.

The pressure is everywhere, no way to escape it as his husband fills him, rearranging his insides to fit inside.

Terry groans at the tight grip as virgin walls are opened as he continues his steady press inside, his husband’s body having no choice but to yield to Terry and his will.

After what feels like forever, his husband is finally inside him all the way, his manhood deep inside, and Daniel can swear he can feel it throbbing - can feel every inch of it. His body pressed tight around it, his entrance closed equally tight around it, like it’s trying to keep it inside.

A few minutes to adjust before he draws back, the hard won space closing as the length leaves him, only to thrust back inside, walls yielding a bit easier now that the initial stretch has happened.

He’s very aware of the size of his husband’s cock, every bump and ridge as his Terry takes him - as the older man makes him his.

And when he fucks back in, his cock nails his prostate and Daniel arching up violently, clenching down on his husband’s cock, hard and unyielding inside him, like iron, and oh so good.

It doesn’t take much - Terry will have time to showcase his stamina later. They have forever after all.

Right now he’s just consumed with the need to cement their union - in the gape of Daniel’s hole which will match Terry’s cock after he pulls out, and the seed that will be deep inside his body, in places no one has been or reached before.

Having found his pleasure twice, Daniel is for his husband’s release now, exists to be vessel to be filled with his desire.

The siren song of his body is too strong and Terry is helpless to do anything but obey and after a few snaps of his hips, he shoves in as deep as possible, hips stilling as he pumps his seed deep inside - No one will be able to touch his claim on the little fae after this - no one will fill him the way he’ll need. Terry will make sure of that / will train his body to it.

Daniel swears he feels it / His husbands manhood throbbing and pulsing inside him as he fills him with his seed / solidifying their union.

After, someone has to come in and verify the union/consummation has taken place - Terry spreading his legs for Daniel to be quickly examined - the mess Terry left his hole in - open and wet - makes it quite obvious that Daniel did his duty (as Terry did) and received his husband in the manner he was expected to, while Terry filled him as he was supposed to.

He gathers the smaller body in his arms, and they drift to sleep.

They will join as one again in the morning, Terry decides.

The next morning the image of Daniel slowly moving Terry’s hand down to where he wants Terry again - where he swears he’s still open and wet. He remembers the pleasure he was brought but He winces though - he’s sore - and maybe Terry tells him he will allow a few days reprieve for Daniel to recover.

That is will becomes easier the more Daniel takes him. He’ll have a lot of practise.

So he puts Daniel on his knees and shows him how to pleasure him with his mouth.

Daniel’s hard just from having the man’s cock in his mouth - wrapping a Hand around himself / husband’s eyes burning on his skin as Terry watches Daniel pleasure himself for him.

Terry comes, flooding his mouth.

The next time though, Daniel is Squirming against his husband, perched in his lap. Ass humping back against his hard cock, wanting it inside.

Terry keeps pretending he doesn’t know what Daniel wants, and frustrated, Daniel puts him on his back, grinding back against his cock, catching on the rim.

And Terry is careful with his little fae, he has to be given their size difference, but my god he becomes such a feral bitey thing once he gets a taste.

#ask #i got an ask🤩 #Silverusso #Silverrusso #cobra kai #terry silver #daniel larusso #karate kid #karate kid au #virginity kink #wedding night #arranged marriage

[miaiphonus]

hi guys! my name is leo, nice to meet y’all. i bring with me im sikyung, the man the myth the bastard. he fills the subplot of the former bully who tried his damndest to turn it around at shinhwa. time would only tell if he turned around, and even so many years later…well, the jury is still out, i guess! please reply to this with anything if you’d like to plot, and my discord is radkxng if anybody would like to message me there. it’s sometimes a bit faster. i’ll be available sparingly here as well! under the cut are some brief biography details and potential plot ideas! i should have his profile and biography done tonight as well, i just wanted to prioritize my intro so we could get to plotting!

so his mother’s a housewife, but his father is im sungho. he’s a fairly popular actor, known for his gentle smile.

she’s just a noncelebrity, someone he met one night. it’s a fairytale romance for a time, sungho is…suffocatingly sweet.

not that he is a good man, and it’s not long after they tie the knot and little sikyung comes into the world that things take a turn for the worse.

tldr not gonna go into detail but i guess he’s part of the Bad Dad Club. congrats. you have taught your child Violence

things keep spiraling because the family’s reputation is in good name — and sungho has money — until quite predictably things go a little nutso cuckoo. there’s this peer and his old school that sikyung was never able to get along with that he ended up roughing up bad. badly enough to get transferred, even.

at shinhwa, sikyung really does try his best to play his part nicely. he gets into some scuffles here and there, probably gets a fiery reputation, but on the surface it goes…mostly well.

and then he graduates and without anyone to keep him on track, and without any reputation to keep him honest, well. 

he can’t hold down a job very well, but it’s fine. he and his father, as much as he despises the bastard, work out a deal. sikyung keeps his mouth shut about what goes on behind closed doors, and sungho keeps his bills paid and his legal trouble nonexistent.

he’s still being a menace, and trying to turn it around, but it is simply sisyphean. idk dude just keep pushing that rock this is a skill issue atp

fun fact this url comes from an epithet of ares's that means bloodstained; i wanted something that highlighted both the roughness of sikyung's and the corruptive nature of his upbringing as well

his real gossip girl secret is that he's badtzmaru's number one fan

he does taekwondo if it matters, he thought it would help and it kind of does but it also kind of doesnt

potential plot ideas!! and pls if there's anything you can think of or if you wanna like, alter one of these we can try to talk it out!

someone who helps inspire him to change for the good

friends who make him Worse

someone who knows his victim/whatever/i am Willing to discuss the exact nature of that situation for the Drama

someone who thinks it’s So Fucking Funny to make sikyung mad for better or worse

someone who even when sikyung was Trying to be nice still got on his bad side - look i love a good long time enemies plot

basically give me DRAUMAUR sikyung is not a nice guy im sorry

he wants to be, desperately, to be honest

but he is not and has no idea how to even approach it

#revintro #the silence between the violence — ooc. #pls understand him he's on his period

[eurydicees]

what does tamakyo not-soulmates entail!

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO I’VE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABT THIS TY!!!!! i’m on mobile so rip if there are a lot of typos and also idk how to put a read more sorry everyone who doesn’t care

so it’s a soulmate au where u get your soulmate’s name somewhere on your body when you turn 18, right? pretty simple and easy. so tamaki and kyoya start dating in their first yr at ouran, bc 18 feels a forever away and tamaki is convinced that they’re going to be soulmates anyways, so it doesn’t matter. it just matters that they love each other now. so they start dating then & everything is great.

and then kyoya turns 18.

and they’re not soulmates.

kyoya has someone else’s name on his wrist. they don’t know who tamaki’s soulmate is, but the odds of an unrequited bond are incredibly low and so it’s probably not going to be kyoya. it doesn’t matter either way, though, because tamaki isn’t kyoya’s soulmate.

tamaki is so, so in love with kyoya. he never even imagined a world where they aren’t soulmates, he never even entertained the thought because of course they’re soulmates. but kyoya is 18 now and they’re not. they’re not soulmates.

tamaki, who has always been a hopeless romantic and who has always dreamed of having a fairytale romance with a soulmate and being together forever, doesn’t know what to do with himself. he thought he had that with kyoya, but according to fate, he’s not good enough. so what’s even the point of loving each other now? they’re not going to last. there’s someone better for kyoya, someone made for him, someone who deserves him.

kyoya, on the other hand, doesn’t care. he doesn’t give a shit about the mark on his arm because it doesn’t matter, not if he’s in love with tamaki— and he is, he so, so is. it took him such a long time to accept that fact and become comfortable with it and learn to let tamaki love him, and he doesn’t want to give that up.

but tamaki doesn’t want to hold him back from his soulmate, and he doesn’t want to break his own heart when kyoya eventually finds that soulmate.

so they break up.

and that’s the end. that’s their relationship. over, just because of a name on kyoya’s wrist. three years together— over.

but they still love each other, and they’re both so miserable after breaking up and avoiding each other for months. cue ~host club shenanigans~ to get them back together. they have to learn to defy fate and stop caring so much about destiny, and trust more in each other than they believe in soulmates. all kinds of miscommunication and learning to talk to each other and stop relying on their pseudo telepathy from knowing each other so well. lots of angst with a happy ending.

god. i’m so obsessed w the two of them. i want to write this so badly, i just haven’t gotten around to finishing it yet. i have a little bit written, but not enough to really show off yet.

#ask #ohshc #tamakyo #tamakyo not soulmates au

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Hey! Love your stories so much I just had to ask! Do you have any favorite drarry authors/stories? I sometimes compare the quality of other stories to ROA (oops!) because ROA is just that good. My personal favorites are ROA (of course!), the Foundations Series (saras_girl), the ordeal of being known (louisfake), denouement (the_never_was), Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You) (AWickedMemory), and To Hurt and Heal (cassisluna). Have you read these? Have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you, so glad you’ve enjoyed my stories! And thank you for so patiently waiting for a reply. I haven’t been online much in the past couple of weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t read any of your recs, but I’m always happy to add another fic to my to-read list.

I did a rec post a few months ago, but I’ll post an updated version now. The Skyhawke Archives appear to be down, which is crushing news. I’ve had to update a lot of the links.

So here are my favourite Drarry fanfics:

And We Are At Our Apogee (PG-13) by angelgazing

Summary: Draco wanted revenge, but it didn't work out that way.

My notes: Californian beaches, supermarkets, road trips, and a bittersweet ending.

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A Reckless State of Mind (T) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Draco is a Psyche-Diver, and his newest patient is Auror Potter, who’s been a pathological liar for over a year—and has just tried to violently end his own life.

Notes: The plot alone guarantees inclusion on this list. Probably the most creative fic I’ve ever read, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing.

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Berlin, In the Year of Our Lord (PG) by Are

Summary: Harry is a green-tea addict. Draco stalks him.

Notes: Probably my all-time favourite fic, along with Blue Vase. It’s sparse and minimal and I love that writing style.

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Blue Vase (M) by ivyblossom

Summary: Let’s pretend.

Notes: Draco finds an amnesiac Harry and befriends him, pretending they were once lovers. It’s pensive, short, and bittersweet.

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The Boy Who Only Lived Twice (E) by lettered

Summary: Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Notes: Action-heavy fics are damn hard to write, but lettered nails it. The action scenes are breakneck speed, the conversations are threaded with double meaning, and even the silences are tense.

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Draco in Darkness (T) by Plumeria47.

Summary: Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight.

Notes: This is one of the first fics I ever read (when it was over on FF in 2003) so it’s probably here just for nostalgia points alone. I read it when I was a kid and just thought it was a lovely golden fairytale, the best romance I’d ever read in my (very short, thus far) life. I love reading it again, even years later as an adult when I can see the tarnish on it; the things my childhood eyes didn’t notice. I don’t care. It’s my soft and fuzzy comfort fic.

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The Flesh is Frail (NC-17) by wildestranger

Summary: None

Notes: Draco has injuries from curses and spells, and Harry keeps him company. Draco is angry; Harry is stubborn. They argue their way into a grudging relationship. It’s a short read and well worth your ten minutes.

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Good-bye to Yesterday (NC-17) by furiosity

Summary: Draco felt ready to face even a million years in Azkaban as long as it meant that at the end of it all, he would make Potter pay.

Notes: It’s not a dark fic, but it certainly dips in and out of the shadows. If you like your romance to be sharp as a razor and bitter as black coffee, give it a read.

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Hymn to Color (PG) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Months after Draco cast a curse that took Harry’s eyesight, Harry is still trying to come to terms with it. Draco still wanted forgiveness, which was probably the problem.

Notes: Probably my very inadequate idea of “fluff”. It’s a quiet, introspective fic. Draco and Harry are well-written.

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Kings among runaways (PG) by enderxenocide.

Summary: Later, the toast will be slightly overcooked, Draco will burn the eggs, and there will be another fist fight in-between the living room and the front door, but they’ll eat breakfast with second-hand plates and Draco’s great-grandmother’s silverware.

Notes: Dreamy descriptions, abstract scenes, and the characters are lovingly delineated. Beautiful writing.

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On Broken Glass (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: After the final battle, Draco is holding the shards that are left of his and Harry’s life.

Notes: Established relationship. Harry’s forgetful and seems to suffer both short-term and long-term memory loss; Draco stays by his side through six years of post-war amnesia. Very short, just a tiny ficlet. There’s sequels (in bite-size pieces) but I prefer to read the first ficlet and leave it there.

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Paper Dolls (M) by cupiscent

Summary: In the final year of the War, Draco gets a letter, makes a choice and pays the price.

Notes: Short, succinct, and packs a punch. No character deaths, in case the summary has you feeling nervous.

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Portrait (PG-13) by Silent Blast

Summary: None.

Notes: Dorian Grey, but Drarry. Of course it’s going to be good.

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Shattered (NC-17) by femmequixotic

Summary: One damned accident involving one too-lucky curse, and suddenly you'd think he was five again, with their Harry, be carefuls and their quick Levitating charms ready the instant the potion gives way and his rebelling hands lose hold of whatever's in their grasp.

Notes: Draco’s an artist. Harry’s intrigued by his sculptures and paintings.

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Snatch (PG-13) by didntyoupotter

Summary: Harry is comatose, Hermione and Ron aren’t much help, and Draco isn’t sure about anything anymore.

Notes: The opening scene fools you into thinking this will be a light read with a streak of good humour. Don’t fall for it. By the third act, you’ll be hanging onto every word and feeling a lot of emotions. Also, back in the day, this was one of the Draco/Harry fics. Everyone knew of it. Pay your respects to your fandom history and read this beloved classic.

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The Stages of Acceptance (T) by Lomonaaeren.

Summary: Harry, already happily married to Ginny, receives the news that he's Draco's mate. Law and custom don't give him the option of ignoring the news. The stages of his reaction, one by one.

Notes: This is not a romance, and I love that the author just casually chucks all the Veela tropes in the bin and says “nope”. In Lomonaaeren’s own words, this fic is more practical than romantic. Harry is unfamiliar with the Veela concepts and hates the very idea of being “shackled” to someone; he rejects Draco at once. Draco is miserable and lonely. They do eventually come to understand each other better, but it’s a huge struggle with lots of setbacks. The general air of pessimism and misery does make the small glimpses of compassion and empathy feel so well-earned. I love a fic that rations out its happiness.

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The Stately Homes of Wiltshire (E) by waspabi

Summary: Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Notes: This one needs no introduction. The writing is polished, the characterisation perfect, and the dialogue is fun. I love the humour woven throughout it.

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Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain (E) by faithwood.

Summary: It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

Notes: Another one that most of us know. It’s a lighthearted and fun read.

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Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (M) by novembersnow

Summary: In the war-torn years after Hogwarts, one man has no knowledge of his yesterdays.

Notes: Another classic back in the feverish heyday of the Harry Potter fandom, when books were still being released and everyone had worked themselves up into a shipping frenzy. And no wonder this fic was an instant hit. Draco has lost all his memories and Harry’s investigating as an Auror, but the longer you read, the more you start questioning everything. Good twists and turns that lead to a tender ending.

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Turn by Saras_Girl

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Notes: An inevitable inclusion on any favourites list. I think my favourite thing about it is the characterisation. Everyone is so well-rounded; the characters are brought to life and feel like old friends. All their habits, styles, mannerisms, even the way they walk or talk. While I love everyone in this fic, I have to admit that Blaise is just amazing. Of all the thousands of Blaises imagined by fanfic writers, I love this one the best. “Old bean” indeed.

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Under the Ivy (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: It is impressive how much you can learn about someone by simply sharing a few rooms. They don’t spend time together, not really, but Harry still knows that Malfoy prefers raspberry jam over strawberry, that he hums along to the Wireless when he thinks no one is around, and that his leg is bothering him more than usual when the temperatures drop below freezing.

Notes: Another old, old favourite of mine. It’s like snuggling into a soft blanket. Remus owns a cottage and Harry moves in after the war. Later, Remus lets a room to Draco, who is an outcast after the war and has limited housing options. Harry isn’t happy at first with the new lodger, but he eventually warms up to Draco. A slow and gentle romance.

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Vale Sanare (M) by rurounihime

Summary: Draco’s world gains a new component, just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Notes: London nightclubs, one-night-stands, loud music and lonely nights. Draco has seizures due to a curse from the war, and the seizures have led to a fear of intimacy. Short and sweet.

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The Way Down (T) by lettered

Summary: Malfoy’s all, “Come out of there,” the way you say to a cat who is badly behaved. And Harry’s all like, “No, what, I’m a hermit! And I have a chest-monster! And I am crazy magically powerful!” and Malfoy’s all, “We all have problems, bub.” (thoughtfully) “You are crazy though. I’ll give you that.”

Notes: I just adore this fic. The fic starts well-grounded, giving you a solid backstory and matter-of-fact context, but as it goes on, it slowly unravels into dreamy scenes, lush settings, and repeated motifs. It’s just such a beautiful story.

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When Love beckons to you, follow him (PG-13) by megyal

Summary: Draco wakes up, lost, somewhere in a forest. He has no idea where he is or how he got there. As he is blundering around trying to find his way home, he hears Harry's voice in his head, telling him what to do.

Notes: I generally like my fics to be bittersweet or with a bit of heartache — but this fic is just a little cloud of softness. If you need something light and lovely without being syrupy-sweet, this is a good choice!

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The World of the Living (M) by fourth_rose

Summary: A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

Notes: The story is told from Luna’s perspective, which gives everything a lovely dreamy quality. She takes in a couple of strays after the war — first Harry, who is avoiding his other friends and has quit his Auror job — and then she offers a room to Draco right after his trial. Draco is rude, angry, and ungrateful; Harry is churlish, withdrawn, and moody. Luna doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and over the course of the next few months, her house guests slowly warm up to each other.

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Voices From the Fog (E) by noeon

Summary: After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Notes: Harry drifts across Europe, trying to forget the war. He ends up in a woodworking shop in Amsterdam, alongside a moody Draco. Atmospheric settings and solid characterisation.

#draco/harry fanfic #drarry #drarry fic recs #drarry fic #answered asks

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Hello, I just stumble on your blog. Seeing a comment from Wrienne which I also read on AO3, I wanted to ask if you also have AO3 recs..?

hi there darling, of course, I have some recs for you! since you didn’t ask for anything specific let me just share a few faves that you could only read/access on ao3 (I would also recommend you check my ficshelfs and use the ao3 filter to find stories exclusively posted there + i’ll still include wrienne’s works for other readers :3 ) | 🍒

OT7/MULTIPLE MEMBERS

❥ Right of Way by fringesofsanity ➴ Infidelity!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In theory, things were simple: your best friend was Jungkook’s girlfriend while your boyfriend, Jimin, was Jungkook’s best friend. In reality, things weren’t always that simple. And mutually exclusive.

❥ The Hills by minlouvre ➴ Vacation/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok | Series ➴ A ski trip with old friends sounds like a fun time, right?

when your ex-boyfriend (who you hate but somehow always end up in bed with) and your stepbrother (who you are harboring not-so-secret feelings for) tag along at the last minute, you have a feeling it won’t be an uneventful weekend.

but fun? debatable. that remains to be seen. ❥ A Hundred Percent Human by Wrienne ➴ Hybrid!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate.

After your estranged mother passes away, you're left with an unwanted will and the heavy burden of responsibility. Although you're desperate not to stray from the familiar path you thought was laid out in front of you with a fully human boyfriend who loves you more than anything, your life is thrown upside down once more after another unfortunate incident (that may or may not have to do with said boyfriend) occurs.

Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

❥ Dead Leaves by Wrienne ➴ Detective/Exes!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jimin | Series ➴ In which you (reader) are a homicide detective about to face the biggest hurdle both of your career and life.

Married to probably the kindest but most boring man you’ve ever met and living in a town where nothing ever seems to happen means life for you is dull. Dull enough to drive you crazy with boredom and dissatisfaction. However, life changes abruptly when your old boss retires and a new man takes his place - a man you used to love (and sleep very regularly with) more than a decade ago. Especially when your husband comes home smelling of perfume, you’re unable to resist your more carnal urges and dead women start showing up across the city with unnerving frequency. ❥ See Both Sides Like Chanel by minlouvre ➴ FWB/Rich Kids!AU | Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ You, Namjoon, and Hoseok are inseparable. 

Three best friends that grew up together since you were all in diapers.But lately, Namjoon has been drifting away…

So on his birthday, you and Hoseok remind him just how inseparable the three of you really are.

⤷ or alternatively: a little less twenty-one candles, a little more “touch me”

❥ Love Is A Dog From Hell by yourlocalhoney ➴ FWB/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ You and Yoongi agreed on being good friends, co-workers, and friends who help each other out under the sheets. What you never agreed on was to catch feelings for each other.

Enter, accidental feelings.

Enter, Jeon Jungkook.

❥ The Uncanny by Sinsirella ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Jungkook x Reader x Seokjin x Jimin | Series ➴ (Y/N) is a young girl whose Life turns upside down. One day her mother surprises her with news of her arranged husband, forcing her into her new chaotic lifestyle. Join her journey and experience her new life through her eyes. Will she get along with her husband? Or someone else? What are they hiding? ❥ Seven Deadly Sins by mintedmango ➴ Hell!AU | OT7 x Reader | Series ➴ You stood suddenly, chair being pushed away by the backs of your legs, the rest of the sins standing with you as you looked around in panic. All except Sloth who was out cold in the corner.

“Oh, little pet, indeed, I am still hungry.”

❥ Walk Through The Fire by shellflower ➴ Supernatural!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series ➴ In a world of supernatural beings, a normal human like yourself always found attraction and wonder towards these creatures. It was your kind heart that led you to become a doctor to treat such people. And it was your kind heart that led you into the arms of a young Alpha wolf who will accidentally force you down a path you were never meant to follow... ❥ Into Temptation by coconutty  ➴ Demon!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Two-Shot ➴ It was just a dare...

❥ Won’t Be Nice by coconutty ➴ Lovers/Poly!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Hoseok | One-Shot ➴ A night by the pool just got interesting...

KIM NAMJOON

❥ Covenant by fringesofsanity ➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Namjoon x Reader | Series ➴ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

❥ Read You Like A Book by coconutty ➴ University!AU | Namjoon x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Come get an attitude adjustment in the library, courtesy of Namjoon.

KIM SEOKJIN

❥ Éffleurer by @sugaurora / sugalights ➴ Office!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them. ❥ The City Comes Alive by minlouvre ➴ Musician/S2L!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ Seokjin is a street performer who falls for a girl who is always passing him by. ❥ Seaside Sabbatical by dark_muse_iris ➴ Working Man!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ After an accountant in your firm is sent to prison, you are assigned to clean up the mess he left behind. Sorting out your clients’ disastrous business records proves beneficial when you meet the fisherman who teaches you the value of taking a break. ❥ Cake by yeyeniejjung ➴ Yandere/Killer!AU | Seokjin x Reader | Series ➴ "I was always hungry for your love. Just once, I wanted to know what is was like to get my fill of it. I wanted to be fed so much love that I couldn't take it anymore, just once." ❥ The Lord Taketh Away by dark_muse_iris ➴ Medieval/Werewolf!AU | Seokjin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Every autumn, the dwindling harvest summons fears for the impending winter and its promise of scarcity. For Seokjin and his wife, faith lies in God and their local lord’s generosity to provide what their ailing son needs to survive another year. With each season, however, the lord grows cold-hearted and greedy, squeezing the young family to the brink of despair.

MIN YOONGI

❥ Zelus by SugaAconcept ➴ Lovers/Sugar Daddy!AU | Yoongi x Reader | One-Shot ➴ Yoongi becomes jealous when your close friend Jungkook puts his hands all over you right infront of his face. So, Yoongi decides to make sure you know who you really belong to. ❥ Carpe Diem by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/Lovers!AU | Yoongi x Reader | Series ➴ Working for the UN, you are tasked to handle the poverty reduction campaign of a certain boy band. A certain rapper from the group however decides to mix business with pleasure.

JUNG HOSEOK

❥ Feel You From The Inside by coconutty  ➴ Idol/Staff!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You've been watching him for months, little did you know, he's been watching you.

❥ As You Are by fringesofsanity ➴ Lovers!AU | Hoseok x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You're not the girl for Jung Hoseok. Him - who was sunshine and daisies and fireworks. You - who were back-alley darkness and used needles and burnt cigarettes. But he doesn't care. And you fucking hate yourself for it.

❥ The Thin Blue Line by bluesxde ➴ Pregnancy/E2L!AU | Hoseok x Reader | Series ➴ One badly-judged fling with Jung Hoseok, the son of a company-rival, leaves you with a little surprise.

PARK JIMIN

❥ His Throne by hseoks ➴ Royalty!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series ➴ You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible Prince Park Jimin on his throne.

❥ Ineffable by fringesofsanity ➴ FWB!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You’ve only shared your body to Jimin, mostly silent after the act. The one time you decide to bare so much more, you find yourself baring your soul to him, far more than you bargained for.

❥ Blue Side by hoseokiehopie ➴ Ghost/Lovers!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot ➴ You’re all too familiar with the legend that says the dead can walk freely on Halloween. It’s a secret you hold deeply within yourself. When a classmate starts to break down the walls you built so strongly after your boyfriend’s passing, you have to decide if you’re going to remain in the past with the dead, or live among the living.

KIM TAEHYUNG

❥ Effervescence by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/Fling!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Just like the fizz of a cola on a hot summer’s day, your encounter with Taehyung is short but sparkly sweet.

OR Getting married in three months, you and your girls attend Ultra Miami to cap your single life, a final hurrah of some sort. What you didn’t expect is meeting a beguiling boy with a boxy smile who gives you a festival you’ll forever reminisce.

❥ Minutiae by coconutty ➴ Stalker!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Y/N meets a mysterious and alluring photographer and wants to interview him. Along the way things start getting a bit strange. What happens when you draw the attention of someone who always gets what they want?

❥ Flower Arrangements by iq_biased ➴ Pregnancy/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot ➴ From the moment you met Taehyung, his flourish for life drew you in completely. It wasn’t long before you fell head over heals for the tattoo artist who was so wrong for you, it felt right. But your story hasn’t always been an easy one, and just recently it’s become a whole lot more complicated…

❥ Freaks Forever by yeyeniejjung ➴ Criminal/Psych!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ "So tell me, Mister Kim, what's your ideal evening?"

"Ah..full moon, sex and drugs all night."

You are the psychologist to the world's most dangerous criminal, Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung is the man solely responsible for some of the most horrific crimes that the world has ever seen, from burglary, drug possession, sexual assaults, to brutal homicides of a total of 37 victims, though there are suspicions that there are more, that range from children to the elderly; both male and female. The two of you form an odd bond between your weekly sessions, causing you to somehow completely miss his blatant manipulation that soon controlled you in every aspect; resulting in his escape from prison and his bloodthirsty ways and eyes to be immediately turned onto you..but will he spare you in the end of the torturous time he keeps you or will your fate be the same as any other past victim of his?

❥ Slow Burn by fringesofsanity ➴ Idol/F2L!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series  ➴ He was just supposed to be one of those clients. But then he gives you a night you’ll never forget. ❥ Noona by yuu14045 ➴ Neighbors/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin lives in same apartment building. One day Taehyung received a mail for another Kim. She turned out to be Jimin's new neighbor.

❥ Snapped by Kpopyandere ➴ Yandere!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series ➴ Your relationship with your boyfriend hasn't been going well lately. His twin, Kim Taehyung, decides to take advantage of this.

JEON JUNGKOOK

❥ If You’re Struggling Like I Am by @btssavedmylifeblr / bts_ruined_my_life ➴ Idol/Lovers!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

❥ My Cheating Amnesic Fiancé by Wrienne ➴ Idol/Arranged Marriage!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ A series set in our world featuring Reader, the sole heiress of a multibillion-dollar company, and the Bangtan Boys' Golden Maknae - Jeon Jungkook. Mainly a romance, though doused with angst, drama and the twisted ways of fate. ❥ Return by Kpopyandere ➴ Yandere!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ As Seokjin's girlfriend, you're off-limits, but Jungkook doesn't see it that way

#answered #tete-a-tete #anon #recs from hell #rfh:ot7 #rfh:knj #rfh:ksj #rfh:myg #rfh:jhs #rfh:pjm #rfh:kth #rfh:jjk #i have more but i don't have the time to browse through my phone maybe i'll share them another day someday sjagfhjgashdfjkas

[escapewithbts]

Unexpected Envy (Part One) - Jimin

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The back of your throat burned as you downed the last sip of your vodka martini. It was already your third of the evening but you had no plan on stopping anytime soon.

Someone else did, however.

"Hey, do you think maybe you should slow down a little, (y/n)?" you best friend Jimin said into your ear from his seat on the couch next to you.

So controlling, you thought. Who is he to tell me to slow down?

In fact, Jimin's words just made you want to drink more.

"Actually, I think I'll have another. I'll be right back," you told him, standing up and walking away before he could protest.

As you made your way to the bar, you glanced back and noticed his worried expression follow you. You knew his words were out of care, not out of judgement, but that almost made it worse.

You see, you were a walking stereotype. You had fallen in love with your best friend. At first you avoided telling him, too afraid of his reaction. But you thought you saw signs. Thought maybe he felt something, too. So you went for it. You wanted that whole "best friends fall in love fairytale ending" crap.

But you didn't get it. You told Jimin how you felt about him. A week ago to this day as a matter of fact. But it wasn't a fairytale ending. It was a nightmare. He had said the words no one confessing their feelings wants to hear... "I just want to stay friends", along with a "You deserve someone who can focus fully on you" but "I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship because you mean a lot to me". Straight out of a Rom-Com.

What they don't show in Rom-Coms is the hurt. The one who gets rejected cries and eats chocolate ice cream while listening to sad music and watching classic romance movies.

But in reality it's not like that. No, you were so heartbroken you could literally feel the ache in your chest; it had been like that for a week straight. You could hardly sleep. You wanted to go back to the time before you had said anything, when the idea of you and Jimin happily in a relationship was just a figment of your imagination.

You couldn't stop being his friend, though. Not having Jimin at all was worse than not having him as your significant other. So through all the pain, you had to smile, had to pretend like it wasn't that big of a deal. Just play it off and act like you were fine with the fact that you and Jimin were only ever going to be just friends.

But as the week went on it was getting harder and harder to pretend like nothing was wrong, especially since you weren't only best friends, but also roommates for the time being. Jimin was letting you stay with him at his penthouse apartment while you got settled in Seoul from moving abroad. It made everything so much worse, having to constantly see him. And Jimin wasn't stupid. He was almost annoyingly observant, always on alert and aware of what the people around him were feeling. He could tell things weren't okay.

Which is why he invited you to his music label's year end company party. They had rented a club just for the talent, their management and agents and some staff, and everyone was allowed to bring a plus one. So here you were. Jimin's plus one.... but only ever as a friend, of course.

"A vodka martini, please!" you shouted to the bartender over the music blasting through the speakers.

You adjusted your black dress that stopped just above your knees and showed off your shape perfectly. At least you felt like you looked good on the outside.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see who it was and became face to face with a member of the band TomorrowxTogether. You remembered his name to be Yeonjun, you had met briefly but only in passing whenever you were at events with Jimin and BTS.

"Hi, you're (y/n), right?" he asked, giving you a warm smile.

You smiled back.

"Yes, and you're Yeonjun. I think we've met a couple times."

He nodded.

"That's right. Did you come here with Jimin-hyung?"

You answered with a nod as the bartender placed your fresh drink on the counter next to you.

"Ah okay, okay, I thought so. He's a really great guy, I look up to him a lot. He's also very handsome."

You chuckled politely, impressed by his obvious fluent English.

"Yes, he is."

Tell me something I don't know, you thought.

Yeonjun looked down shyly and continued,

"I hope it is not too bold of me to ask, but is Jimin-ah your... ar-are you two, you know... together?"

Your stomach flipped and you immediately had to take a big swig of your martini.

No, but thanks for the reminder.

You smiled at him the best you could, trying to radiate confidence even though the question had caused the opposite effect.

"No," you said flatly, "We are just friends."

There was that ache in your chest again.

Yeonjun's face lit up at your response. It was cute, in a puppy-dog sort of way.

"Great, well then, I was wondering if maybe... you'd like to dance with me?"

This was perfect, exactly what you needed. A nice distraction from the man who didn't want you who was waiting for you back at the booth. Yeonjun seemed kind enough, and you had just enough liquid courage running through your veins to not care about making a fool of yourself on the dance floor.

Jimin who?

"Yes," you set your fourth empty glass on the bar and smiled, "I would like to dance with you."

Yeonjun took your hand and lead you out to the dancefloor. The music was so loud you could hardly hear yourself think, but you preferred it that way. You and Yeonjun made your way towards the middle, shifting through dancing bodies all around you. You faced each other and starting moving back and forth to the beat.

"I'm not a good dancer!" you yelled to him.

He smiled sweetly back at you.

"It's okay! Just follow my lead!"

He then grabbed your hand in his and twirled you under it, then wrapped his arms around your waist from behind before spinning you out away from him. Your hair swung around you, and you threw up your free arm before ending up back in Yeonjun's arms. You continued dancing this way, him taking the lead and keeping you close while still being respectful. You were having so much fun, and for the first time in a week none of your thoughts consisted of Jimin.

"You're a great dancer!" you shouted to Yeonjun as he twirled you around again.

"I've had a little practice!" he yelled back, earning himself a giggle from you which caused him to grin.

All of a sudden, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a red blazer shuffling through the crowded dance floor and heading towards the two of you. You knew who it was.

You felt a warm hand on the middle of your back. The mere contact made your heart pound.

You and Yeonjun stopped dancing. Why did it feel like you were both suddenly in trouble?

"Ah, oh, hello, Jimin-hyung!" Yeonjun smiled and bowed deeply at the older boy who had appeared in front of him.

Jimin nodded his head back at him but his face showed no emotion.

"Yeonjun," he replied curtly.

Then he turned to you. The look on his face caught you by surprise. His eyes were dark, his face looked so stoic it almost frightened you. He didn't look like the happy, caring Jimin he usually was. You weren't sure what he was feeling, but he looked almost evil, and dare you say... sexy?

Stop! You scolded yourself. You had to stand your ground.

"(y/n)-ah..." he began, staring straight into your eyes and cocking his head, "it's getting kind of late, don't you think? I'm leaving now and I believe I am your ride."

You noticed Yeonjun's face turn into panic, fearing he disrespected his older hyung by keeping you. But you were your own person, Jimin brought you here but he didn't own you.

"Then go, Jimin, it's okay," you wrapped your hand around Yeonjun's forearm and stepped closer to him, "I'm having a lot of fun with Yeonjun so I think I'll stay."

Jimin didn't take his eyes off yours. Yeonjun shifted uncomfortably but couldn't stop the sheepish grin from appearing on his lips at the mention of you having fun with him.

"But how will you get home?" Jimin asked, clearly impatient.

You waved your hand.

"Oh I'll just take a taxi or something, don't worry about it, I'll figure it out."

There was a pause as the two of you stared at each other. You knew what Jimin was thinking, he was your best friend after all. You could tell he was not happy with you staying here without him, almost like he was telepathically urging you to come with him. But he couldn't fight your independence and knew it was pointless to try. You watched his face fall briefly, like a look of sadness, but then a signature warm, eyes-almost-closed Jimin smile appeared and he reached out to shake Yeonjun's hand.

"Okay, okay, well then you take care of her, Yeonjun," he said in Korean, "She's my best friend, you know."

You internally winced at his use of those words. Yeonjun bowed.

"Yes, of course, Hyung."

Jimin turned back to you. He looked a little defeated, and the side of you that cared about him so much more than you have ever cared about another human being suddenly felt badly about him leaving without you.

He leaned in to you so you could hear him better, his full pink lips barely grazing your ear. Your whole body broke out in goosebumps.

"Just... be careful, (y/n)-ah." he whispered, before stepping back and giving you a smile.

Then he lifted his ring-covered fingers in a wave and turned, disappearing into the sea of people.

*

Part Two

Masterlist

#bts #bts army #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts drabble #jimin imagine #jimin #bts jimim #jimin bts #jimin park #park jimin #bts oneshot #bts fanfiction #jungkook #suga #jin #bts fic #jhope #namjoon #Taehyung #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #jimin x reader #Yoongi #rm

[sunsetcurveofficial]

can I request ot3 or even all 4 sunset curve soulmates drabble 🥺

this... is so much longer than a drabble, i’m so sorry. it was only going to be a fraction of this but then... i kind of liked this universe and kept going lol

anyway, here we go, 2k of sunset curve ot3 soulmate goodness 

also available on ao3

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It’s weird, this soulmates thing. Alex has always thought so. So people are born with random sentences scribbled onto their skin, and they’re supposed to be the first words your soulmate ever says to you. It sounds all beautiful and easy enough, and really, for most people it is. He supposes it’s nice to know you’re actually supposed to be with the person you may or may not fall in love with. Most soulmates do, he knows. But not all of them. Some remain platonic, because some people are not made for romance and that’s okay. He knows that platonic love isn’t any less important than romantic love. Generally speaking, he does think that the soulmarks make sense, too. For most people. 

His, however, has never made any sense at all. 

Because his soulmark says Hi, I’m Reggie. Reggie says you’re killing it on the drums, man.

It doesn’t make any sense. It never has. 

So, he met Reggie when he was 13. And Reggie said the first part of his soulmark to him. Which makes sense. The second part, however, remains unsaid. And it doesn’t surprise him that it does. Because why the hell would Reggie tell him that Reggie says he’s killing it on the drums? It doesn't. Make. Any. Sense. And frankly, it makes Alex a little anxious to think about. Does he have two soulmates? He used to think that is something that only happens in fairy tales. 

The weirdest part, however, is the fact that half of Reggie’s soulmark also remains unsaid. Reggie has the words Oh, hello, I’m Alex. Dude, you shred on the bass! tattooed onto the skin on his forearm. The first part is self-explanatory and makes perfect sense, but Alex didn’t even know Reggie plays bass when he first met him. 

He and Reggie have spent hours and hours dwelling on what it all means, and why both of their unsaid halves are related to their instruments, but to no avail. They have no clue. Having two soulmates is rare, but your soulmate also having two soulmates is close to impossible. Neither of them have ever heard of that happening before. Except maybe in fairytales or TV shows. 

On Alex’s 14th birthday, they agree that there isn’t any point in agonising over it, because they would inevitably find out, eventually. So Alex tries not to dwell on it anymore and focus on his new boyfriend instead. Because while he and Reggie have assumed they are soulmates of the platonic kind at first, they have since figured out that kissing is much nicer than it looks on TV, especially when they’re doing it with each other. 

They’re 15 when it all starts making sense. Except it still doesn’t, and it’s completely insane. It’s a perfectly normal Wednesday and Alex is waiting for Reggie by his locker, idly going over his maths notes, when he hears Reggie’s familiar laughter reach his ears. He looks up with a smile, and he finds Reggie walking towards him, dragging another boy he’s never seen before along by the hand. There are a couple of thoughts raining down on him all at once, approximately in this order:

“Why is my boyfriend holding hands with another guy?”

“Who is this?”

“Don’t be jealous now, Alex. He’s your soulmate.” 

“Fuck, that new guy is pretty. Almost as pretty as Reggie.” 

“Stop staring, Alex.” 

“Alex! Alex!!” Reggie says excitedly when they reach him. He’s beaming, his smile almost blinding, and Alex wants to cry a little bit because he loves him so much. “You gotta meet Luke! He’s just moved here, and I just met him in music class. Also-- no, never mind, later. Luke, this is Alex.” Reggie is jumping up and down a little, and he’s so bubbly, he almost seems nervous. Alex faintly wonders what that’s all about. 

Alex stares, feeling a little overwhelmed by an onslaught of emotions he can’t really place. Luke nods at him. 

“Reggie says you’re killing it on the drums, man,” Luke says casually, and Alex swears his heart stops. No way. His whole world is closing in on him, and he stares at Luke open-mouthed, unable to say a single word. He blinks, and forces himself to look away from Luke - his soulmate, his freaking second soulmate - and meet Reggie’s eyes instead. Reggie looks like a deer in the headlights, and at least that’s an emotion Alex can relate to. It’s eerily quiet for a long time, the chatter of the students around them drowned out by Alex’s own heart hammering against his ribcage. 

“Umm… are you two okay?” Luke asks, and somehow the sound of his voice snaps Alex back to reality. Right. He has yet to say anything. Has yet to say the words written on Luke’s skin somewhere. Oh dear. What is he going to say? Why does he feel so pressured to say the right thing when it’s already been decided anyway? He feels himself panic a little. He should just answer Luke’s question, right? Easy. Isn’t it? Except he doesn’t even remember what Luke said. Fuck.

“What the fu--” he starts muttering, eyes widening as he stops himself, “I mean, no, I can’t say that-- no, that’s awful, oh my god, I messed this all up. Fuck!” His eyes widen even further when he realises just how badly he fucked up. He looks back at Luke and blushes.

“I am so sorry, man,” he says, and he means it. Luke stares at him for a long moment before bursting into loud laughter. He holds onto Reggie’s shoulder to keep himself upright, and something about the sight and the sound sends a flutter to Alex’s stomach. Reggie is laughing too, and he keeps eyeing him fondly. It helps to calm Alex some. 

When Luke’s laughter ceases into a grin, he picks up the hem of his sleeveless band shirt and reveals a perfect tattoo of Alex’s rambling. It’s not all there is, though. Above it, there is a line saying, Thanks, I also happen to shred on the banjo. 

Alex blinks. It fits perfectly with Reggie’s second half. And Reggie does shred on the banjo. No. That can’t be real, can it? They can’t all be soulmates, right? That doesn’t happen. He looks up to meet Reggie’s beautiful green eyes, and he’s beaming at him. Then he meets Luke’s, and the stranger - because that’s what he still is to him - grins from ear to ear. 

“Well, boys. Nice to meet ya. Soulbros, or some shit.” 

Alex makes a face. Reggie giggles and shoves at Luke’s shoulder. 

“Soulbros?” 

Alex faintly wonders if Luke is straight and makes up for the platonic part of their little triangle. Luke raises an eyebrow, grinning. 

“No? Okay, well, that’s good. ‘Cause I think you’re both like, insanely cute.” 

Alex blushes, he knows he does, and he’s comforted by the fact that Reggie blushes, too. Red blotches appear all over his cheeks, and it’s the most beautiful thing. 

Luke seems to have no qualms about anything, and Alex thinks that makes sense. He and Reggie do still need a little more confidence between them, and a little more of a doer, since they both tend to be talkers if no one pulls them along. 

“Uh, yeah, Reggie and I are already dating,” Alex says. Luke nods as if he likes to hear that. He’s definitely adjusting to this weird three-way situation much faster than Alex is. 

“Sweet!” he says and beams at them. “Also, boys! We can start a band. How cool is that?”

Alex stares again, feeling like he’s missed something. He and Reggie have been talking about starting a band with their friend Bobby for so long, but they’ve never done it. 

“I play the guitar,” Luke explains, “And I sing, and write music.” 

Well, Alex thinks, that makes more sense than anything he’s ever heard before in his life. Just like their soulmarks suddenly make the most sense in the world. 

 +++

 Reggie falls for Luke first. Alex sees it happening right in front of his eyes, and he wonders if he should be jealous, but he stomps out that spark before it can be set aflame. They’re all soulmates and it was bound to happen. It’s not like he doesn’t feel it too, the magnetic pull towards Luke. Luke is wonderful. He lives and breathes for his music, he’s driven and passionate, and kind. There is a depth to him, too, and Alex thinks he can’t wait to explore it. Alex would say he’s the most beautiful person he’s ever met, if it wasn’t for Reggie. They are so different in so many ways, but that’s one thing they have in common. 

“I think I want to kiss Luke,” Reggie says one afternoon when they’re 16 and hanging out in Alex’s room, listening to music and waiting for Luke to pick them up and take them to Bobby’s place for their band practice. “Is that okay?” 

Alex smiles at him and pulls at his arm to make him straddle his hips. He reaches up to brush a loose strand of hair off Reggie’s forehead. 

“Of course it is,” he tells him. Reggie beams, but Alex can see another worry crease appear on his forehead.

“You don’t want to yet, do you?” he asks carefully. Alex shakes his head. 

“I’m happy to kiss just you for now.”

Reggie smiles again and leans down to press his lips against Alex’s. Alex wraps his arms around Reggie’s neck to keep him from pulling away as he deepens their kiss. Alex loves kissing Reggie. He thinks it’s the best feeling in the world.

They’re still kissing when Luke bursts into the room. Reggie startles so badly, he nearly falls off the bed, and Alex knocks his head on the headboard. 

“Aw guys, without me again? I’m really starting to get a little jealous here,” Luke pouts. 

Reggie gives Alex a look, and Alex nods, encouraging him to go on. So Reggie jumps up from the bed and takes a few strides across the room to step into Luke’s space, push him until his back hits the door, and then kiss him right on the mouth. Alex expects jealousy, but he only finds himself feeling warm all over. He loves them both, he knows, even though he might not have any desire to kiss Luke just yet. It’s mostly just due to his nervousness anyway, but even that makes no sense, because it’s not like Luke would reject him. 

He watches Luke kiss Reggie back eagerly, his hands roaming over the other boy’s back as he keeps him close and tilts his head for a better angle. 

When they pull apart, Luke smiles happily, and Alex feels that flutter in his stomach again. He knows he won’t last much longer. Especially now that he’s seen Luke kiss Reggie. Maybe he kind of… wants a taste anyway. But not just yet, even though Luke is giving him a longing look over Reggie’s shoulder and it does all sorts of funny things to his chest. 

 They’re 17 when he finally gives in and kisses Luke in the middle of one of his impassioned rants about the song he’s working on. Luke gasps in surprise, but immediately lets go of his guitar to bring a hand up to the back of Alex’s head. He kisses him back the way he plays music. He gives it his everything. It’s the best feeling in the world, right on par with kissing Reggie. 

When Alex pulls away, Reggie is grinning at them from his spot on the floor where he’s idly plucking at the strings of his bass. Luke is smiling happily and promptly wraps his arms around Alex’s waist to hug him, holding on tight. 

“Dude, you had me so worried. I was half convinced you didn’t want me like that. That this part of the triangle is strictly platonic for you or something!” he says. 

“I told you, babe,” Reggie comments. “He just needed time.” 

Alex shrugs. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I just-- I get so nervous sometimes and--”

Luke interrupts him by pulling him into another kiss. 

“I know, you dork,” he says, then turns towards Reggie, “You’re both dorks.” 

Reggie doesn’t even look up from his bass when he says, “Yeah, but you love us anyway.” 

“That’s fair. I really do,” Luke says, shrugging, then clears his throat, “Well, soulmates. Let’s get to work. We got an important gig to rehearse for.” 

 -  End.   -

#julie and the phantoms #ralex #ruke #lalex #peterpatter #sunset curve #luke x reggie x alex #jatp fic #how to tag this lol #Anonymous

[scarlettroubles]

Say Goodbye to My Heart Tonight

Mc’s mentioned in this story are Jules Farrier and Will Scarborough @cursebreakerfarrier​, Morgana Canigula @lgvalenzuela​ , and Septimus Crowe @brothergrimm71​. Finnegan Bradigan, Eliza Ryder, Augustus Hawthorne and Mathias and Matteo Alabaster belong to me.

As Eileen made her way to the library as instructed by Headmaster Dumbledore, she couldn't help but smile in anticipation and from the fluttering feeling in her stomach as she made her way to see the final surprise laid out by her boyfriend.

Boyfriend the very word made Eileen lightheaded and made her want to swoon. She found it very annoying. She wished it would stop.

But then she remembered the antics her and Will got into these past few days. How they had both heard the exact same announcement from Dumbledore that there was to be a Valentine's day Ball and the rush of excitement that flew through her veins in that moment.

She remembers how she had instinctively turned to look at Will from where he sat in the great hall with the rest of his housemates from Slytherin like Augustus who was just napping, Jules who had a far away look in her eyes. Probably thinking about her boyfriend Bill, Barnaby who was bursting at the seams with joy at the prospect of getting to dance with Morgana again, and Merula who although was sneering at the idea of some silly love fest with Ismelda Murke and the rest of her school clique, Eileen couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes darted off towards the Gryffindor table and on to Septimus Crowe, who was his usually broody self this morning but whom Eileen knew was hiding a drinking flask underneath the huge table. At most days Eileen would  have scolded him for drinking on a school day but seeing as how her sister Eliza and Jae Kim were currently sitting near him and talking his ear off and just being plain pain in the asses, she would let it slide for now.

She remembered the electric shock that passed through her when she found Will looking right at her from across the room too, and how they had both blushed madly when they had realized that they had been staring at the other like love struck teens. Penny and Finn had squealed at how adorable they found it while Diego and Chiara just gave her a knowing look. Tonks on the other hand  went as far as guffawing very loudly and had to have a hand smacked across her mouth before the entire teaching staff could silently scold them with their eyes. She remembers feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment and how badly she wanted to disappear in that moment because dammit she had a reputation to uphold-

But then it was announced that Madam Pince of all people would be planning the ball and suddenly the entire mood of the great hall dropped dead faster than a demiguise could disappear right before your eyes.

God they really were idiots. Not only idiots but idiots in love, how fucking cheesy was that? How fucking cheesy was it that they had BOTH immediately thought of saving the Ball for the other. How Will teamed up with Augustus (who had apparently only joined in with the promise of free snacks from Matteo) the Alabaster twins, Eliza and even dragging poor Septimus who looked absolutely done with everything  into the mix to try and convince Madam Pince in making the Ball into something everyone would enjoy and not the classical and so very lonely event she had had planned. While Eileen teamed up with Merula, Finn, and Jules to give Argus Filch of all people a makeover in order to get him to woo and convince Madam Pince to change the Ball into a classical woodland fairytale.

When she looked back at it now she really should have paid more attention to the poorly concealed smiles and giggles her friends were throwing at her every time the boys passed them by in a hurry.

With Mathias blushing from the tip of his ears every time he spared a glance at his boyfriend Finn, to her own boyfriend nearly crashing into every damn column or wall that was around him if he so much as passed by her and probably would have had a concussion by now if not for her sister Eliza grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt just at the nick of time and throwing her a questioning look, seemingly judging her taste in a romantic partner when Eileen herself felt like she had no right to judge seeing as how piss poor her sister’s own love life was.

It was funny to think that she and Will had gotten together just a few months after the start of 6th year. Those first few months were bliss compared to what had been going on now.

It was hard. It was really, really hard not to think about Rowan. Eileen wanted nothing more for her best friend to be here with her, She was the first person to have picked up on her feelings for him long before she had realized it herself. She should be enjoying the Ball with them and teasing her with the rest of her friends on how adorable she was with Will. She should have been laughing with Ben and her as they danced badly to whatever song the band played next.

She should be here, here in Hogwarts, alive and not buried 6 feet below the ground. Here laughing that unrestrained laugh of hers that never failed to make her smile and look at her with so much love. Talking off Eileen's ear about the many historical romances and fairy tales she knew as they went on their daring quest to save the Ball for everyone at Hogwarts. The rich scent of parchment, ink and fresh-sawn lumber following right behind her. With that stupid scarf she loved so much hanging off of her gangly shoulders and fluttering in the breeze.

Sometimes Eileen swears she can hear her voice ringing down the halls. But she knows she is dead and gone from the physical world. She is but a muted colored ghost of regret and guilt in her mind but a dear friend and loved one in her heart. And Eileen tries her best not to let the heavy chains of guilt that she struggled so hard to snap off wrap themselves on her wrists once again.

She really shouldn't linger on such thoughts unless she wanted to dampen the mood. Rowan wouldn't have wanted that for her. She would have wanted her to be happy. A sad smile that slowly turned into a bright one graced Eileen's face as she remembered just how her friends had found out she was dating Will.

Will had given her his old Slytherin sweater a month after his confession to her by the black lake. She hadn't worn the sweater at all during those first few weeks after receiving it, wanting to keep their new relationship on the down low for now. And, albeit being the tiniest bit embarrassed at owning a piece of her boyfriend's clothing and what others might scandalously think happened between them if they caught her wearing it.

But after another disappointing encounter with her brother and an upsetting talk with her father that had involved a bank statement from Gringotts meant for him, followed by her breaking into the Gryffindor dorm rooms just to get an old friend of hers to take her to the Ryder family Manor in order to investigate said bank statement had left Eileen feeling drained and in desperate need of comfort. And so in a moment of weakness, she had finally put on the sweater and slept in it only to wake up the next day to be met with wide eyes staring right at her groggy form wearing a Slytherin sweater that definitely didn’t belong to her.

The girls had all screamed their heads off upon learning that yes, her and Will did finally get together. While Chiara, Rowan and Penny all gave her a group hug and immediately started swamping her with questions, Tonks, in her usual fashion, went and started screaming at everyone in the Hufflepuff dorm room that “THE SHIP HAS SAILED EVERYONE! IT'S FUCKING SAILED! WILL AND EILEEN HAVE FINALLY DONE IT HAHAHAHAHAH- OW!” 

Before she got bonked in the head for being too loud and for cursing with first years around by Diego . It wasn't long until the the entire school found out about it and both her and Will were receiving congratulations from their classmates. In fact, Eileen could have sworn seeing Snape grumpily give Professor Mcgonagall a small pouch of money at the teachers table that morning during breakfast and for some reason, seemed to be glaring at her as if it was her fault for him losing some kind of bet but also seemed to look at her like he was...relieved…? Ugh, the very memory of such a strange encounter left her mind buzzing.

And so it was with a heavy heart Eileen buried down the guilt and pain that still lingered deep within her and focused on the present.

It was Valentine's day after all and she had a date. This was no time for sorrow and regret. This was a day of love and there was only one path for her at the moment and that path was leading her towards the Hogwarts Library.

Snapping back to the present, Eileen found herself right in front of the library door. She felt her palms start to sweat and her heart speed up. Whether from apprehension or excitement she could not say.

She placed her hand on the door knob and took a deep breath before giving it a twist…..And found herself walking straight into a fairytale.

The library had been completely transformed. Fairies that she recognized from the forbidden forest were flying about, buzzing softly and casting the entire room in a warm, soft glow. The books and tables in the library had been transformed into stairs and a platform to walk on. Above the platform even more books had been transformed into heart shaped archways and at the bottom of those archways lined scented candles that filled the library with the smell of lavender and lighted a path to somewhere deep in the library. Where the path led to she could not see but was excited to explore.

She took another step forward to investigate and saw that underneath the platforms were blue construction paper that seemed to have been enchanted to mimic the movement and flow of a running river.

Eileen couldn't help but cover her mouth in awe. She couldn't be blamed for it, because this…This was incredible and as Eileen stood there still struggling to take it all in, behind her came a familiar voice.

"Happy Valentine's, day my love." Will spoke softly as he emerged from his hiding spot. Carrying with him a brilliant red rose.

The smile on his girlfriend's face was so intoxicating Will couldn't help but smile back and think that he wouldn't mind getting drunk on it.

He was snapped out of his thoughts though as Eileen was suddenly running to meet him halfway and accidentally got a little too excited and ended up colliding straight into her tall-as-a-fucking-building of a boyfriend and hurriedly moved to wrap her arms around his shoulders and Will just laughed at his girlfriend's enthusiasm as he too, mirrored the gesture and wrapped his arms around his lovers waist and twirled her while also trying to not let the rose still in his hand get crushed in-between them as they both laughed.

Eileen drew back a bit to look at Will. He was taller than her and although Eileen had finally gotten that growth spurt of her’s these recent years and stood at a whopping 6’1 feet, she still had to crane her head to look him in the eye. Something he always liked to tease her for, only for him to be lightly punched by his girlfriend in the shoulder good naturedly.

"How in the world did you pull this off? This is- this is absolutely gorgeous Will! If it weren't for the musk of old books I would have thought I was transported somewhere entirely new." Eileen exclaimed to her lover with a smile.

Will just laughed softly, pleased at how much she liked it.

"I had a little help…" he explained rather cryptidly.

Eileen gave him a confused look when she suddenly heard a familiar chirp followed by a buzz behind her.

She twisted her neck to see where the noise was coming from and felt her jaw drop as she saw a familiar branch of bowtruckles behind her, it was the bowtruckles from the Care of Magical Creatures classroom but among them was also her bowtruckle companion, Barnaby Jr. And Tinkerbell, a fairy she had helped rehabilitate after having found her at the end of a nasty storm and whom she had named after some fairy from a muggle film Finnegan had shown her once, all up on a bookshelf.

Junior, noticing they had managed to get her attention, let out another happy chirp before quickly making his way down the bookshelf followed by Tinkerbell and the rest of the army of bowtruckles and Eileen could only watch in amusement as the tiny creatures raced towards her. She let out another laugh and bent down so she could scoop up Barnaby junior and let out a gasp as upon further inspection, noticed the tiny bowtie the little bowtruckle had on him. She turned to look at Tinkerbell and found her to be also sporting a beautiful blue ribbon tied into her hair as well as tiny rose bracelets on her wrist. Actually, all the other  bowtruckles had  accessories that fitted them all so perfectly. It was clear whoever gave them the outfits made them with utmost care.

"Oh Merlin, look at how stunning you two look with those accessories! They suit you both so well! You didn't just give Junior and Tinkerbell outfits though, you even gave accessories to Francis,and Ottie,and Rosie and- oh holy Hufflepuff look at all of you! You all look so lovely! Oh Will I think I'm gonna cry-" Eileen squealed happily as she did her best to cradle all the little creatures she had been caring for for years near her face and Will just smiled so lovingly at her as Junior and Tinkerbell, and the entire army of bowtruckles all let out happy chirps and buzzes at the attention they were getting from their caretaker and Mummy.

"I told them I wanted to do something special for their mummy. And as soon as they heard that I immediately had their attention. When I started to explain the plan they started jumping up and down, climbed down their Wiggentree, and made a beeline for the library. It was really funny and touching to watch them all clamoring to impress their mum." Will rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

"Junior found Tinkerbell fluttering around and must have explained to her the plan because the next thing I know, I'm putting some of the charms up to make the paper river and suddenly there's this group of fairies demanding they help out too!"

By the end of Will's recount, they were both laughing as the little creatures began to pat themselves on the back in a job well done and puffing out their chests, obviously liking the amount of praise they were all getting.

"Did Pince really let you use her precious library just for this or have you somehow managed to bribe our friends and the teaching staff to keep Hogwarts favorite librarian busy as we enjoyed our date?" Eileen asked playfully but with the slightest bit of worry in her voice. She didn't exactly want her date with Will ruined with an angry librarian and caretaker barging in the middle of it and having their date end with them sentenced to serve detention by helping Pitts out in the kitchens. It would have been worth it sure, but it would still be annoying and a wickedly bad damper on their special night.

"Actually yes, as long as we promise to tidy it all up afterwards and leave the place exactly as it was."

"Madam Pince has been left in such a good mood from her own romantic fairytale date with Filch that our friends and beloved teaching staff may or may not have set up for them that she has agreed for me to use the library for this very special occasion just this once." He finished with a flirtatious wink.

"The entire teaching staff? Even Snape?" Eileen asked, not quite willing to believe it.

"After being pressured into it by Professor Mcgonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore? Yes, even grumpy ol' Snape joined in on it."

The picture of the ill-tempered, greasy haired bat of the dungeons grumpily setting up a date for his two fellow co-workers left the two love birds cringe just the slightest bit at such a disturbing image.

"Now that that's out of the way, shall we?" Will said as he extended a hand to Eileen while still holding on to the rose from earlier and his face immediately lightened up as soon as the rough yet warm hand of his lover joined his open one. He led Eileen down the heart shaped archways and the path of scented candles while behind them, followed the crowd of bowtruckles and fairies. Letting out soft chirps and buzzing noises as they too went under the romantic shaped archways.

Will suddenly stopped and turned to Eileen to give her the red rose and she graciously accepted it with a soft smile that left Will's cheeks feeling warm. He quickly grabbed for the wand in his pocket and with a flick of his wrist, some string instruments cleverly placed in the corner of the room started to play a soft yet sweet ballad. Eileen gave Will a disbelieving look at the ridiculous amount of effort he put into this whole thing and Will just ducked his head and chuckled in embarrassment before grabbing for her hand again and moving on.

"So uh, this isn't too much is it? I-I know you're not the biggest fan of grand  gestures or anything but, I… I know these past few months haven't been easy on you and I just- I wanted to do something special for you. I wanted to give you the storybook romance you deserved. And yes, I know technically storybook romances although ideal are not realistic, but…."

Will raised his hand, gesturing to something ahead of them and Eileen let her eyes follow to where they were pointed to before letting out a sharp gasp.

Soft, pale pink light emanated from the floating fairies like the faint embers of a candle. It cast the room in a rosy hue, highlighting the platform she saw ahead of her. It was one of the strangest displays she'd ever seen. And yet, somehow it fit.

The platform was composed entirely of books bound together by enchantments. Stacks of curving tomes that resembled the half moons flanked its edge, conjoining in a heart in the middle. Candles flickered along the edge, creating a kaleidoscope of pastel pinky, peachy colour throughout the library. It was a scene that would make Pince lose her mind. It was a scene that melted Eileen's heart.

Will once again gave his wand another precise flick and suddenly there was a silver dining platter floating gently to the ground. As soon as the platter touched the floor, almost all the small creatures in the room started to crowd around it. When the lid slid open, the plate was revealed to be filled with creature feed which started to float a few inches off the plate before swiftly distributing itself to the eager hands of fairies and bowtruckle alike. The creatures making pleased noises as they ate their meals.

“They deserve a reward for helping me out with this. They're er, they're eating it so I'm going to assume I got the right feed for them? I know you explained to me their diets in the past and I even asked Hagrid and Barnaby to make sure I grabbed the right one but even then I was still scared I went and mucked it up. S-sorry I'm just blabbering now aren't I? ” Will laughed nervously as he struggled to keep his composure relaxed.

Eileen just looked at him adoringly though. She was touched to know that Will had listened to what she said about bowtruckles and fairy diets. Hell, he even remembered the whole damn conversation and went as far as double checking with Hagrid to make sure he got it right!

God, she could feel how sore her cheeks were getting from how wide she was smiling right now. But she could complain about how stupidly cheesy this all was later on, in the privacy of her dorm room with her face maybe buried in her pillow as she replayed the night's events all over again on loop.

Right now, right now she was stupidly in love with her boyfriend because she's an idiot and her  heart felt like bursting from joy. And right now she would very much like to kiss her boyfriend stupid.

Will looked at Eileen only to find her looking at him with those golden eyes he grew to love so much. Eyes that reminded him of the sun that, at times felt like they were gonna scorch him alive with that intense stare of hers but right now, felt more like a warm caress upon his skin and for all his charm and skillful words, he could not help but grow bashful at the knowledge that a girl like her was looking at him with so much love. And if his heart started beating faster and his cheeks grew flush then that was his secret to keep.

He grabbed for her hand once more and she let him guide her up the stairs of this strange platform. And in the faint darkness of the library, Eileen ludicrously wondered to herself if Will could see the faint red glow of her own cheeks as she felt his sweaty fractal covered palm against her calloused one.

As the two made their way towards the middle of the floor, Will took both of Eileen's hands in his and held them firmly as he gave her a small smile that told her a thousand secrets.

"You made this Valentine's ball perfect for everyone, even for the likes of grumpy old Filch and pinched-faced Pince."Will started off until Eileen decided to speak up in typical smartass fashion.

"Technically you could say we both did seeing as how we cheesily went behind the others back to save the Ball in an attempt to give the other the best night of their lives but please, continue."

Will gave her a disbelieving look at her interruption in which Eileen just laughed as her lover struggled to fight down a smile and keep their already sweaty palms clasped to one another.

"As I was saying, you made this night perfect for everyone, even when no one asked you to. And I wanted to do something for you in return. Can't have my own girlfriend outdoing me anyway."

"Outdoing you? Will Scarborough, are you saying this was a contest between us?" Eileen asked, exasperated.

"Of course not, because if it was then I would have obviously won and you would have obviously lost. Which you hate and today is a day of love. I mean, c'mon Elly I built you a whole damn classic fairytale romance with nothing but books and paper in a library that is guarded by a crazy librarian who hates people using her library with the help of the creatures you love so much. Without another person's assistance might I add! And no, Headmaster Dumbledore does not count because he merely stalled you so I could do the finishing touches, but I digress."

Will finished as Eileen fought to contain her laughter at his mini rant.

"Okay okay, we need to be serious right now. This is my serious face."

"I thought that was your dork face-

"Merlin's beard Elly, will you let a man speak? If you interrupted me this much when I first confessed to you at the shore of the black lake we would have been caught by the teaching staff before I could get a word out!"

And it was then that Eileen finally bursted out laughing and clutched her stomach as Will smiled down at her on how silly she was being.

He couldn't help but feel a wave of pride to know he was one of the few that could make her laugh like this.

Eileen let out a new guffaw of laughter as Will grasped her by the shoulders. Trying to steady her and make her stop laughing. 

"Just- hold still. I'm being very serious right now. I am about to be a huge romantic so we are going to be serious. What I am about to say is serious" Will said as he craned Eileen's face to look at him as she finally ceased giggling. Sensing Will's sudden change of mood.

"These past few months have not been easy for you. They haven't been easy for me either because they weren't easy for you. And it hurts me to know you are hurting and all I can do is to hold you and hope you can feel my love. That you know that my love for you is always there. And that you are free to take it just as I am free to take yours. That you can trust in me like a lifelong friend just as I trust you, and have faith in me that I will come back like a sailor at sea does to his family and his wife after every little row we have no matter how silly or bad it was."

"I am grateful that you trust me enough to hand me your heart and have faith I will not break it or wander off with it as I hand mine to you and hope for the same thing. I am grateful I can make you laugh like no one else can and you are comfortable enough to be vulnerable around me just as much as I  can be vulnerable around you."

"I thought I knew what love was but then I met you. I am so, so glad I met you Eileen, my love. My beloved. My trusted friend. And I know sometimes you question if you are worthy of being loved, if you are worthy of my love, and sometimes I wonder if I am worthy of yours as well. But I think- I think we should stop questioning if we are good enough for the other and just focus on being enough for each other instead. Love isn’t built on doubt after all, it’s built on trust and faith. Because at the end of the day that is what I want. To be with you and to continue to grow as a person because of you. And at the end of all that, I say- Happy Valentine's day, my love."

Will finished with tears in his eyes he was desperately trying to hold back his own tears only to find Eileen holding back tears of her own. He moved his hand to wipe them away, not wanting to see her sad but she merely grabbed his palm and pulled him into a kiss. And as Eileen claimed his lips she could only hope he got the message loud and clear.

I love you too.

When they both finally pulled apart for air, they pressed their foreheads together and smiled sweetly as tears of joy streamed down both their cheeks and held each other close. Tucked safely away from the prying eyes of all save for the small creatures that still hung around the room but were smart enough to give them their privacy.

When they finally opened their eyes to look at the other, green eyes met gold ones that were filled with such love and understanding that only they would truly know.

"Before we end the night, I have one more surprise up my sleeve."

"Another one? Haven't we had enough surprises in one night Will?"

"Trust me, I think you'll like this one." He said confidently and Eileen took his word for it.

" As you may or may not know, we are most definitely the best power couple in this school. And don't you think Hogwarts best power couple deserve to have their own love story written down for the ages? So why not have our own storybook?"

Will  brought out his wand and with a wordless spell, a book suddenly materialized right between them.

It was a leatherbound book and was expertly crafted. It was a gorgeous shade of teal with various roses of pinks and reds decorating the edges of the cover and two interconnected golden hearts in the middle with what looked like an actual key hole in the space where the two hearts met at their feet. With a golden chained necklace wrapped around the book with a heart shaped key on the end of it.

"It's beautiful Will." Eileen breathed out softly. Still mesmerized at how well crafted the book was.

"Only the best for my lady." He said as he gave her his most charming smile which only made the smile on Eileen's face grow even bigger as she let out a small chuckle.

"So, what's it about? Wait no, let me guess… It's about a curse breaking witch who had a strong connection with animals and made a living by breaking curses who one day meets this charming sorcerer.

They don't get along at first but they keep running into each other over and over again and eventually team up to stop some ancient evil."

"And have a classic romance story along the way." Will added with a smirk.

"And end up becoming each other's future despite everything that was thrown their way. Because they knew the moment they met each other a second time, that it was fate." Eileen finished with a smile.

"I think that's a story I can read over and over again." Eileen said as she cradled the book gently and caressed the cover. Feeling the soft leather beneath her fingers and admiring just how much love was put into its pages.

"With you being a bookworm and a sappy romantic? Definitely. The key will allow you to open it so that way you can read it whenever you want. You can even wear the key like a necklace so that way the story will always be with you."

"Tch, and you call me the sappy romantic when you went and did all of this?"  Eileen said teasingly.

Will just gave her a pouty face which made her laugh and to which he quickly joined in.

"It's perfect, this entire night has been perfect. Thank you Will."

"What do you say we end this night with a dance?" Will said as he offered her his hand one final time.

She felt herself smirk and grabbed his hand without hesitation.

"I couldn't think of a better way Mr. Scarborough."

As Will led them both to the middle of the library floor, this time it was Eileen who brought out her wand and with a gesture of her hand the instruments at the corner of the room started playing a song for slow dancing and the couple both positioned their hands on their partner's body and proceeded to dance. The bowtruckles and fairies, seeing the humans swaying softly to the music decided to follow them as well and all partnered up. Doing their best to copy Will and Eileen as they danced the night away.

And as Eileen rested her head against her boyfriend's chest and listened to the soft beating of his heart.  For the first time in forever, Eileen looked forward to the future and hoped that Will was included in every step of the way. Because there was no one else she'd want by her side to take on the world than Will Scarborough.

And just for the night, the universe was merciful on Eileen Ryder and her lover Will Scarborough. And she smiled.

For even if it was just one night. No matter how short their love story would be. Eileen knew she would rather love Will no matter how short of a period of time that would be, than not love him at all.

And just for this night.

It was enough.

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The Heart Wants What it Wants - Chris Evans x reader pt.2

a/n- Hey lovely people, welcome back to angstland, hope you enjoy your stay, likes and reblogs are welcome. Summary is once again an angsty pinterest post. Enjoy hehe <3

part 1

Summary: It’s hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but it’s harder to give up when you know it’s everything you want.

Warnings: angst, age gap

The next morning you woke up alone, the light hitting your face from the window. Apparently, Chris had decided to save you the awkwardness of the morning after and left early, which you should be thankful for.

But you weren't; not really. You felt your heart clench as you registered that the night was over, that he's gone and not coming back. You both knew what happened could never happen again, you had agreed - just for tonight. Yet, you couldn't help but feel suffocated by the bittersweet memories of the previous night. It wasn't just the sex, which was admittedly better than anything you already experienced. More than the physical connection, you felt an actual emotional connection with Chris. You were mourning the loss of that connection, not the sex.

The intensity of the realization shook you from your reverie. You got up and took a shower. This was just for one night and you knew it. Don't get all mushy now, you told yourself as you went through your morning routine, determined to ignore the odd feeling of sadness in your chest.

And life went on, as it always does. You acted in more movies, made acquaintances in Hollywood as you continued to build your career. Scarlett and you were still very close, but she finally let go of the Chris thing.

You wished you could finally let go of the Chris thing.

You'd managed to avoid seeing him again, keeping your distance in events like you did before. You kept telling yourself that "out of sight out of mind," and that you'll get over it eventually. You dated around for a while, never long enough for the paparazzi to have an opportunity to catch you together. Then, you started aiming to get more serious in your relationships, hoping that would help, but it didn’t.

Every one of them, as charming or handsome as they were, wasn't who you wanted. You could never stop comparing them to him. You were trying so hard to find the right person, to move on from this stupid fling that happened years ago. But there was always a tiny, persistent voice in your head telling you that you'd already found the right person, you just let him go.

And you wanted, so badly, to be able to let him go and forget about him. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You watched every single one of his movies when they came out, sitting alone in the back row of a local theater so you won't get recognized. You read the gossip, the news. You felt so incredibly stupid. In every relationship you had, there were other reasons you broke up of course, but somehow you always came back to him in your mind. You tried to keep yourself safe, away from the flame, but you just couldn't, and the consequences were evident. You got burned.

You broke up with your most recent boyfriend a month ago. But that's not the reason you were drinking alone on the night before your 24th birthday. You were in one of those hole in the wall bars, sitting on a couch in a corner of the room so you won’t get recognized.

Apparently, that didn’t help, because a man was getting closer to your table, shaking you from your melancholy thoughts. You put on a fake smile, ready to great the fan, but then you realized – it was him.

His electric blue eyes met yours and you realized you had nowhere to run or hide. Why would he even want to see you? You were the one hung up on him for five years, and even you didn't want to see him right now. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the sight of him, his shirt tight over his biceps, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he took the liberty of having a seat on front of you, and oh my fucking god he ages like fine wine and it's so unfair. You had seen pictures of him, obviously, but seeing him in person made you remember how captivating he is, how you wanted to be as close to him as you could. But right now, the closest you could afford was miles away, you reminded yourself.

"Hey," he started hesitantly.

"Hi Chris," you said, your voice coming out as a whisper.

"How've you been?" he asked, trying to start a conversation. You let out a sound between a chuckle and a scoff. "Seriously, what's it been, four, five years? There must be some interesting stories," he tried again.

"Look, I appreciate the effort, but I'm fine. I'll be even better if you left me alone."

He swallowed, his eyes darting down before coming back up to meet your determined gaze. You felt like if you caved now there would be no coming back at all, no healing for your heart.

"Okay," he said after a beat. "I'll leave. I just have one question. Please." You nodded your head for him to continue.

"Are you happy?"

Your intoxicated brain took a moment to register the question, and then your thoughts started racing. What kind of question was that? Why would he ask that?

Were you happy?

"No." The answer was out of your mouth before you managed to stop it, sitting heavily between you. "But is anyone really?" you said, trying to correct yourself. "Ya know, like happiness is supposed to be the constant pursuit of happiness or whatever," you chuckled lightly. "So, um, yeah. I answered your question." You looked at him expectantly.

"Me too."

Maybe it was the alcohol, but something inside you snapped. "Fuck off," you scoffed. "Sure, yeah, what could you possibly be unhappy about? Your career is thriving, your family's well as far as I've heard, and you've probably got a girlfriend or something. Your life must suck so bad." You mocked, your anger evident on your furrowed brows and fiery eyes. "You have everything you could possibly want."

"Oh, and you don't?" he asked, his blue eyes filled with emotion. Whether it was anger, concern, or something else entirely, you couldn't tell. You bore your eyes into the table in front of you, averting his gaze. You couldn't let him win, couldn't let him know you spent the last five years pining for him, the stupid, handsome little sh-

"And for the record," he made you lose your train of thought, "I don’t have everything I want. I can't. At least, the chance I could is close to zero. Believe me, I've done the math and thought it over for the last five years," the words left his mouth in a voice so low it was almost a growl. Your head snapped up, your eyes meeting his fiery ones. It’s weird, how the color blue is usually considered cold. In that moment, nothing about him or you felt cold.

Your breath trembled, you suddenly felt warm and dizzy. His eyes made you realize what you were avoiding all along – what you could have with Chris. All this time, you convinced yourself he forgot about you. That he didn't want you, that he was out of your league and he knew it. You never allowed yourself to think what if- if he liked you back. If he wanted you too. You almost laughed out loud at the thought, but maybe it wasn't as unrealistic as you thought it was. You never allowed yourself to hope that there was really something there – a connection, a romance – even though you felt it from nearly the first minute you laid eyes on him. The narrative you'd created was that it was one sided, that not being with him was your pain only. But now you were overwhelmed with hope for something else, something more. Your mind filled with thoughts about it, or maybe they were there all along and you just paid them no attention. About the kind of life you could have together, how perfect it could be - Chris making you breakfast, going on walks together, you holding his hand whenever he felt nervous. The visions kept flooding your mind, even of mundane things like helping each other read lines and-

But there would be no lines to read. No movies to make. No fans to greet. If you had that with Chris, you'd both need to stop doing what you love. That reality seemed almost inevitable. The critics will slay away at the both of you. Public image is pretty much everything in this business, and dating would ruin yours, both of yours. And that would be unbearable for you and Chris. You couldn’t give up your dream for love, could you?

"Hey," Chris' low voice shook you from your reverie. "You here?"

"Yeah, unfortunately," you whispered, almost voicing the wish to move to a fairytale land where love always won.

His eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t push. "Look, I'm sorry for springing on you like this. But there wasn't really any other way, since you were adamantly avoiding me, which I get. I just," he sighed and moved to stroke his hand over his beard, "I just needed you to know. I'll go." He got up from the chair, turning his back to you on his way to leave the table.

"Chris, wait." The words were out of your mouth before you had the chance to stifle them back into your throat, or to think about what you wanted to say to him. He turned around but stayed standing, waiting patiently for your next words.

"I… I'm sorry too." Tears flooded your eyes, but you didn’t let them out. "I can't… I can't give up on my dream job. Which means I should have probably given up on you. On us." His eyes were shining, mirroring your own. "But I couldn't do that too. I wish I could, or you could, to spare us the pain. I just… please Chris, give up on me. Tell me what you need to hear and I'll say it, I promise I'll say it but please don’t make me be the person that causes you pain. I could never bear being that."

He stood still, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. After a beat, you couldn't stand the silence. "I hate you, is that what you wanna hear? I hate you, go away, I don't want you." Your heart nearly shattered to pieces at the words, the lies that you both knew were lies. Even you weren't that good of an actress. The tears were now flowing freely from your eyes, ruining your makeup but you didn't care. The only thing you could care about at the moment was Chris, and you cared about him so much it physically hurt.

Chris made his way over to you, sitting down beside you. He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and kissing the back of your palm. You turned your head to him; tear tracks down your face. Your eyes met his aching ones and you let out a shaky breath. He was beautiful, and you couldn't help but get closer to him. Your heads pushed closer, and like puzzle pieces fitting together, your lips touched in a tender dance. Your hand went up to cup his face, his went to yours, caressing your cheek with his thumb as your lips pushed against his soft ones. The kiss wasn't starved like the last one you had; it was gentle, hesitant almost. You hated it, but you were saying goodbye.

You pulled away slightly, your foreheads staying touching. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you pulled your hand away from his cheek. He pulled away from you as well, his breath somewhat shaky as he put some distance between the two of you. "I'm sorry," you whispered.

"I know. Me too."

He got up and walked away. He didn't even look back. You knew it was because he didn't want to make it harder on the both of you, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

That night you went back home feeling numb. It wasn't even the alcohol. Leaving him behind left you feeling drained and empty. You felt helpless, like you were struggling to keep your head above the water but didn't have the strength.  

You changed into pajamas mechanically and climbed into your bed. As your head hit the soft pillow, you felt your heart smash to pieces in your chest. If you were feeling numb before, now in the safety of your bed you felt everything – love for him, anger at the world, grief over what could have been. Tears started flowing from your eyes once more, and you sobbed quietly, your whole body trembling. You didn't know what was worse – the numbness or this.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, and the next one, and the one after it. You got to be more stable as time went on, going back to business. But the ache inside your chest stayed, and you had a feeling it would never really go away. Once something is broken, even if you try to fix it, there will always be cracks.

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Circling Penelope

Sora/Kairi. Post-canon. Angst, romance, hope. Based off of the Odyssey. 3000 words. 

Time didn’t have any meaning anymore, and the usual boundaries between waking and sleep and death had all been blurred together. That meant Sora had no break, no relief from his thoughts. And they traveled to Kairi almost constantly.

He pulled her lucky charm out of his pocket and stared at it. How many weeks and months had passed in the Realm of Light? How many days and nights had she spent waiting for him to return to her like he said he would, only to be disappointed because he still wasn’t home yet?

“Kairi, I’ll come back to you, I promise,” he said as he stroked the shell that had his face on it. 

The Final World was endless though. He was on a journey that had no clear path. Sure, the destination was obvious, but how to get there was the real question. His wanderings just took him through endless memories and shifting tides of scenery. A meandering odyssey with no way of knowing how to get back to his Penelope. 

“Just once, I’d like to see her again. Just once. Is that really so hard?” he asked no one in particular. All he got was silence in response, same as ever. Sighing, he kept walking forward, and ripples spread out from underneath him. One foot in front of the other in the hopes that it really would bring him a step closer to home. A step closer to her. 

“Sora…” came a voice from far away. Her voice.  

He perked up. “Kairi? Is that you?”

He sped up, and the scenery around him began to shift. The water beneath him swelled and pulsed till it formed waves pulled by some invisible moon. The sands of the Play Island rolled in, and the familiar trees and shack and waterfall all sprang into existence. It was like watching a popup book come to life, a realm from some happy fairytale. 

And best of all, someone very important was here, standing on the shore facing away from him. She turned, and her entire face lit up when she saw him. 

“Sora!” 

“Kairi!”

He broke into a run, not caring that the waves were doing their best to keep them apart. The water sloshed all around him as he tried his best to reach her, and she likewise ran towards him. Right when he was about to reach shore though, he halted. Darkness was swirling around her feet. Was this really his Kairi, or was it just another illusion? 

“Sora?” she asked, tilting her head, her eyes questioning, curious. 

“You’re not real,” he said, hanging his head as he fought the awful sinking feeling in his stomach. “The real Kairi doesn’t have any darkness in her.” 

She stared at him, unblinking. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“You’re still a Princess of Heart. That means you’re not like me. You don’t have darkness in you like I do.”

“But I’ve had plenty of reason to grow darkness in my heart. Losing my heart, getting kidnapped, getting broken into pieces… and being abandoned by you.” 

He clenched his fists. “Kairi, you know I never wanted to leave you—”

“But you did.” 

He just stared at her. His own heart felt like someone was stabbing it with a knife as tears filled her eyes. He never wanted to be the reason she cried. 

“Why do you keep abandoning me?” she asked, her lower lip trembling and her voice quaking.

“I haven’t abandoned you!” he cried. “This is just a temporary separation, I promise!” 

“You’re dead, and nothing you can do can change that. Which means… you can’t keep your promise.” 

“Kairi, I swear I won’t let anything stand in the way of us being together anymore.” 

He really, truly meant it. He was sick of not following through for her. He was tired of everything else getting in the way, like he and Kairi were forever doomed to be apart. 

She sniffed and wiped her eyes. “Then prove it to me. Come ashore.” 

She held her hand out, and he tensed. The darkness was still swirling around her feet. How did he know this wasn’t just some trick? What if going ashore and taking this Kairi’s hand doomed him to be separated from the real Kairi? 

Was this even a fake Kairi? Maybe it was the real deal. Maybe this was some side of Kairi that she didn’t let anyone else see. 

“Kairi, I—”

She lowered her hand. “It’s okay. This is what you do best. Leave me behind to fulfill your duty to everyone else.” 

Her words were full of bitterness. Another stab to his heart.  

“I told you, I’m not gonna live like that anymore! You’re my priority now.” He took a deep breath. “And by ‘you,’ I mean the real you. This is just an illusion, it has to be. I have to get back to the real Kairi.”  

“What if this is how you’ll get back to me? What if this is your only chance?” 

“It can’t be.”

“But what if it is? Which would you prefer, an eternity of solitude spent looking for me, or getting to be with me here and now?” 

He stared at her, took in the way the breeze blew through her red hair, how the sun made her eyes shine. She looked so small, standing on the beach all alone. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her. Wanted to make up for abandoning her and leaving her behind. 

“You’re lonely,” she said softly. “So lonely you can hardly bear it. No one is meant to be alone, least of all you. Your journey has been long and hard, and you deserve to rest.”

Rest. What he wouldn’t give to finally sleep. He hadn’t been able to, not since he got here. 

“Sora, please, stay with me. Even if it’s only for a little while.”

“I guess… a little while wouldn’t hurt.”

She finally smiled again. “No, it wouldn’t. Just a short break before you continue on your journey.” 

A short break sounded nice. He hadn’t had much of one in a long time. 

He took a step closer. 

She held her arms out, and he wanted to hug her really badly now. “I told you, remember?” she said with her classic Kairi charm. “You’re safe with me.” 

“Safe with you, yeah.” 

He took a few more steps. A hug would be really, really nice. It had been way too long since he’d felt the warmth of another person. And to go so long without her warmth—

He broke into a run and flung himself into her arms. Hugging her was as good as he remembered. He ran his hand over her hair and pulled her as close as possible. Whatever the danger might be, this was more than worth the risk. 

“I’m back,” he said, glad at last to be reunited with her. But she was oddly silent.

“Kairi?” he asked, leaning back a little to search her face. Why hadn’t she given him her usual return greeting? 

“I’m glad we’re together again,” she said with a smile. A nagging thought at the back of his mind told him this was wrong, this was all wrong, and yet… he couldn’t bring himself to leave. 

She reached for his hand. “Come with me.” 

He let her lead him towards the Secret Place before taking one final look behind him. The sea stretched into the horizon, and he thought he heard his name rolling in with the tide.

Then Kairi squeezed his hand, and he turned to look at her. “Coming!” he promised, and the rest of his hesitation melted away. 

So long as he and Kairi were together, everything would be fine. 

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Being with Kairi was as good as he’d imagined. He’d missed talking to her, hanging out with her, seeing her smile, hearing her laughter. They had all the time in the worlds now to themselves, just like he’d always wanted. They spent hours together on the Play Island, doing things they’d done as kids and revisiting nostalgic memories. 

And yet… this nagging voice at the back of his mind still wouldn’t leave him alone. Everything was right and good except for that. 

“Sora?” Kairi asked with a frown as he stared out at the sea. The two of them were making a sandcastle like they always used to with… with… 

“Where’s everyone else? The other people we used to hang out with, I mean.” 

“We’re together, that’s all that matters.” 

She added another bucket’s worth of sand to the castle like that settled the issue. 

“Yeah, I know, but… don’t you think it’s weird that we’re the only people here? And I can’t… I can’t remember our friends’ names.” 

He frowned. Something like this had happened before. His memories had gotten all mixed up. But that time it was his memories of Kairi that he’d lost. This was… the opposite?

“How come I’m having trouble remembering them, but I can remember you just fine?” he asked.

She shrugged. “It’s been a long time since you’ve seen them. Maybe that’s why?”

“It hasn’t been that long, has it?”

 “Almost a year, I think. It’s okay, people fall out of touch when they don’t see each other.”

“A year?!” he demanded. “I’ve been here for an entire year?” 

She put her hand on his arm. “You’ve been with me for almost an entire year,” she said sweetly. “That’s the longest we’ve been together in a long time.”

“Shouldn’t our friends be here? Where are they?”

Her perfect mouth twisted into a pout. “Are you saying I’m not good enough for you?” 

“No, that’s not it at all! I just—”

She scooted away from him, a wounded look on her face. “You want to leave me behind again, don’t you?” 

“Kairi, never, I never want to leave you—”

“But you do. I’m not good enough anymore. You can’t keep your promise after all.” 

She buried her face in her hands, and his heart sank. He hadn’t meant to make her unhappy. He was just wondering where everyone else was.

“I will keep my promise,” he said softly as he put his arm around her. “I’ll stay with you, always and forever.” 

Her face brightened, and she leaned against him. “Thank you, Sora. I know I can always count on you.”

He smiled, but it felt kinda fake, even for him. He would keep his promise, but… the nagging at the back of his mind hadn’t gotten any better. In fact, it had gotten worse. This place was wrong. He felt it on such a gut level that he knew this whole situation couldn’t be okay. 

But being with Kairi? That felt right. He could ignore the wrongness a little longer if it meant being with her. 

The voice whispering over the waves was so faint he barely heard it anymore.

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Sora was frolicking in the sea with Kairi today. He never swam out far because it made her upset, but they enjoyed swimming in the shallows together. They were enjoying a vigorous game of “splash me” when something bumped up against his leg. 

A bottle? He lifted it out of the water to get a closer look. When he glanced around, Kairi was still safely underwater. There was a letter inside the bottle, and he pulled it out. 

Sora, 

You’re trapped in an endless dream. None of what you’re seeing is real, and you have to get away from the phantom. She’s the one keeping you there, and you’ll never be free so long as you’re under her spell. 

The letter wasn’t signed. Sora’s hand shook a little as he tried to come to grips with what it said. 

“I’m… trapped?”

“What’s that? A letter?” 

He yelped and jumped in the air. Kairi was right behind him now, peering over his shoulder. He dropped the letter into the water, and she frowned and fished it out. 

“Huh? It’s blank.”

Sure enough, the message was gone like it had never even been there. Sora took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then looked at Kairi. 

“Weird, huh? Guess it was just a prank.”

“Guess so.” 

He tossed the bottle back into the water and followed her to shore. But this time, the voice coming over the waves was a little louder, and he couldn’t get what the letter had said out of his head.

Was he really trapped? 

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The bottles kept coming. The letters inside all had variations of the same message, and the writing always disappeared by the time Kairi noticed and tried to read them. 

“This really is strange,” she said with an airy laugh. “Letters without any message? Who would send those? And so many, too.”

“I don’t know,” Sora said, “but it’s really freaking me out.”

He didn’t tell her why, of course. If the letter-writer was telling the truth, if he really was trapped here because the person he thought was Kairi really wasn’t Kairi at all, then spilling the beans was a terrible idea. He couldn’t tip her off that something was wrong because then she might try to stop him from leaving.

And something was wrong. He could feel it in the depths of his soul, in the deepest parts of his heart. The nagging thought at the back of his head had gotten more and more insistent. He had to figure out a way out of here, and soon.

When she was getting supplies from the Seaside Shack one afternoon, the answer presented itself in the form of yet another bottle. The letter inside was different this time.

Come home to me, please.

Kairi 

The answer he’d been waiting for, ever since he’d arrived here and told this Kairi “I’m back.” The right answer, the true answer, the answer the real Kairi would’ve given him. These messages were from her. They had been all along. 

The world around him spun and he felt sick to his stomach. How long had he made her wait, and all for an illusion? An illusion that had promised him comfort in his loneliness and desperation, but an illusion nonetheless. He’d sold the real Kairi out with hardly a fight because he was that easily swayed. That easily deceived.

No, that wasn’t true. He’d known he was being deceived. He’d just enjoyed the deception so much he’d played along with it for a while. But he couldn’t anymore. He just couldn’t. This fake, this illusion, couldn’t compare to the real Kairi, and he wanted to be reunited with her as soon as possible. No more making her wait. Not for one more second.

He tucked Kairi’s letter into his pocket. Even if the writing faded, this was proof he was doing the right thing. Every step closer was a step closer to home. A step closer to Kairi. 

“Sora?” the illusion asked from behind him, and he froze.

When he turned his head, she was there, her eyes staring at him, unblinking. A smile was plastered on her face, but he shuddered as he stared at her. How had he ever thought this was the real Kairi? Whatever this was, it was so cold, so empty, so fake. 

“I’m leaving,” he said. “I’m leaving, and you can’t stop me.” 

She tilted her head. “But you promised. You promised you’d stay.”

“I promised Kairi I would be with her. Not you.” 

“But I am Kairi.” 

“No, you’re not. You’re just a fake. An illusion. You’ve kept me away from her long enough.” 

Her lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. “You’re really leaving me? But you’ll be all alone. I never wanted you to be alone.” 

“I won’t be alone. I’ll be back with Kairi.” 

She shook her head. “We’ll both be alone. Don’t leave me, please.” 

As he watched her cry, his stomach twisted itself into knots. A part of him wanted to comfort her, even though he knew it was a fake. 

It was a fake, right?

But her tears… those were real enough. 

He sighed and retraced his steps, then wrapped his arms around her as she cried. Fake or not, he couldn’t stand to see any version of Kairi cry.

She sniffed and leaned back a little, then cupped his cheek.

“You’re right. I’m not the real Kairi. But you’ve been so kind to me… so good to me… that I couldn’t help but want to be with you.” 

Before he could react, she was standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips against his. A soft, gentle kiss of farewell. This much he would allow her. He didn’t stop her because his compassion got the better of him. He would go home to the real Kairi, that much was certain. But he couldn’t begrudge even a fake Kairi a moment of comfort. It just went against every feeling of tender compassion he held for her in his heart. 

“Now go, find your Kairi,” she said sadly. “She’s waiting for you.” 

He nodded, then turned away from her and faced the sea. He knew he couldn’t look back. No matter how difficult it was, he had to keep moving forward. Only then would he and Kairi be reunited. 

As he waded into the sea again, the voice on the waves was louder now. It was all around him, and he knew he recognized it. 

It was Kairi’s. It had been all along. She’d been guiding his way home, even when he’d gotten lost.

“I’m coming, Kairi,” he said as the water got deeper. “I know I’ve asked a lot of you, but I’ll be home soon, I promise.” 

With that he dove underwater, ready to meet her no matter how long the journey, no matter how much time it took to find her. Seeing her again would be worth every step, and for her, he would travel the entire universe if that was what it took.  

She was his home, and no matter what happened, that would never change.

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A/N: Charlie requested a kiss prompt between Phantom!Kairi and Sora, so this fic is dedicated to her! Originally the prompt was set in her Blight Sora AU as per her request, but then it kind of took on a life of its own and made its way into some unspecified period during Limit Cut. A big thank you for the prompt! It was really interesting exploring Kairi’s abandonment issues and Sora’s guilt over (very much unwillingly) leaving her behind again in more depth. 

I’d also like to thank @rapis-razuri​ for her help; she gave me the suggestion that I go for a Circe-and-Odysseus kind of a vibe when I hit a rut, and she also came up with the title. It’s a pun on Circe’s name and also ties into the whole “Sora = Odysseus” and “Kairi = Penelope” idea that’s been kicking around our brains for a while. If you think about it, the story after KH3 is an odyssey of sorts for Sora... and Kairi as well, based on how Re:Mind and Limit Cut went. 

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! This marks the final kiss prompt I was requested to write! If you’d like to read the other ones, they are “A kiss to pretend,” “A good morning kiss,” “A kiss on a falling tear,” “A kiss in secrecy,” “A kiss in public,” “A kiss out of necessity/A kiss to wake up,” “A kiss for luck,” and “A kiss because the world is ending” plus its follow-up chapters. 

#sokai #sora #kairi #kingdom hearts #kh fanfiction #phoenix writes #phoenix downer #romance #angst #hope #kissing #based off of greek mythology #based off of the odyssey #post-canon #post canon #chachacharlieco #long post

[richincolor]

Self Care Books For a Tough Week

There are no new releases this week and I can kinda understand why. Imagine having to have a book launch the same week we chose a new president. Everyone is on pins and needles this week as we hope and pray for a good outcome and ending to this election cycle. Self-care is also important this week and many find reading an escape to help them cope. So, I asked my fellow contributors what they are reading this week for self care.

Audrey is reading The Silvered Serpents by Roshani Chokshi.

They are each other’s fiercest love, greatest danger, and only hope. Séverin and his team members might have successfully thwarted the Fallen House, but victory came at a terrible cost — one that still haunts all of them. Desperate to make amends, Séverin pursues a dangerous lead to find a long lost artifact rumored to grant its possessor the power of God. Their hunt lures them far from Paris, and into the icy heart of Russia where crystalline ice animals stalk forgotten mansions, broken goddesses carry deadly secrets, and a string of unsolved murders makes the crew question whether an ancient myth is a myth after all. As hidden secrets come to the light and the ghosts of the past catch up to them, the crew will discover new dimensions of themselves. But what they find out may lead them down paths they never imagined. A tale of love and betrayal as the crew risks their lives for one last job.

Crystal is reading Shine by Jessica Jung

A Korean American teen is thrust into the competitive, technicolor world of K-pop, from Jessica Jung, K-pop legend and former lead singer of Girls Generation. What would you give for a chance to live your dreams? For seventeen-year-old Korean American Rachel Kim, the answer is almost everything. Six years ago, she was recruited by DB Entertainment—one of Seoul’s largest K-pop labels, known for churning out some of the world’s most popular stars. The rules are simple: Train 24/7. Be perfect. Don’t date. Easy right? Not so much. As the dark scandals of an industry bent on controlling and commodifying beautiful girls begin to bubble up, Rachel wonders if she’s strong enough to be a winner, or if she’ll end up crushed… Especially when she begins to develop feelings for K-pop star and DB golden boy Jason Lee. It’s not just that he’s charming, sexy, and ridiculously talented. He’s also the first person who really understands how badly she wants her star to rise.

She is also reading How to Be Remy Cameron by Julian Winters

Everyone on campus knows Remy Cameron. He's the out-and-gay, super-likable guy that people admire for his confidence. The only person who may not know Remy that well is Remy himself. So when he is assigned to write an essay describing himself, he goes on a journey to reconcile the labels that people have attached to him, and get to know the real Remy Cameron.

Jessica is reading How It All Blew Up by Arvin Ahmadi

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda goes to Italy in Arvin Ahmadi's newest incisive look at identity and what it means to find yourself by running away. Eighteen-year-old Amir Azadi always knew coming out to his Muslim family would be messy--he just didn't think it would end in an airport interrogation room. But when faced with a failed relationship, bullies, and blackmail, running away to Rome is his only option. Right? Soon, late nights with new friends and dates in the Sistine Chapel start to feel like second nature... until his old life comes knocking on his door. Now, Amir has to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth to a U.S. Customs officer, or risk losing his hard-won freedom. At turns uplifting and devastating, How It All Blew Up is Arvin Ahmadi's most powerful novel yet, a celebration of how life's most painful moments can live alongside the riotous, life-changing joys of discovering who you are.

She is also reading The Magic Fish by Trung Le Nguyen

Tiến loves his family and his friends…but Tiến has a secret he's been keeping from them, and it might change everything. An amazing YA graphic novel that deals with the complexity of family and how stories can bring us together. Real life isn't a fairytale. But Tiến still enjoys reading his favorite stories with his parents from the books he borrows from the local library. It's hard enough trying to communicate with your parents as a kid, but for Tiến, he doesn't even have the right words because his parents are struggling with their English. Is there a Vietnamese word for what he's going through? Is there a way to tell them he's gay? A beautifully illustrated story by Trung Le Nguyen that follows a young boy as he tries to navigate life through fairytales, an instant classic that shows us how we are all connected. The Magic Fish tackles tough subjects in a way that accessible with readers of all ages, and teaches us that no matter what—we can all have our own happy endings.

And I'm reading Foreshadow: Stories to Celebrate the Magic of Reading and Writing YA by Emily X.R. Pan and Nova Ren Suma

Thirteen Short Stories from Bold New YA Voices & Writing Advice from YA Icons Created by New York Times bestselling authors Emily X. R. Pan and Nova Ren Suma, Foreshadow is so much more than a short story collection. A trove of unforgettable fiction makes up the beating heart of this book, and the accompanying essays offer an ode to young adult literature, as well as practical advice to writers. Featured in print for the first time, the thirteen stories anthologized here were originally released via the buzzed-about online platform Foreshadow. Ranging from contemporary romance to mind-bending fantasy, the Foreshadow stories showcase underrepresented voices and highlight the beauty and power of YA fiction. Each piece is selected and introduced by a YA luminary, among them Gayle Forman, Laurie Halse Anderson, Jason Reynolds, and Sabaa Tahir. What makes these memorable stories tick? What sparked them? How do authors build a world or refine a voice or weave in that deliciously creepy atmosphere to bring their writing to the next level? Addressing these questions and many more are essays and discussions on craft and process by Nova Ren Suma and Emily X. R. Pan. This unique compilation reveals and celebrates the magic of reading and writing for young adults.

What are you reading to get you through this week? Share in the comments or on our Twitter and Instagram accounts. 

#self care #book lists #weneeddiversebooks

[meandmyechoes]

Just had a funny thought. Let’s compare quintress to maulindi. [SPOILERS!!]

Maul is also somebody I don’t see him falling in love. Well, what he had with Kilindi was definitely nowhere as passionate as quintress. It’s puppy love, but it’s also firsts and stolen moments. And to quote miss swift, 

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language // I can't speak with anyone else And you know damn well For you I would ruin myself // A million little times

I’m so on board maulindi, yes, largely due to fanart/fic but also within “canon” there seems to be lots of interesting stories? She is his little candle light and I WILL FALL FOR THIS TROPE. The ship still ends badly but he has remorse, right? (if it’s only my wishful thinking). Under Sidious’s direct presence, it really isn’t up to anyone’s choice. Watching they die makes me regret more than quintress falling apart. Quin is just - bad choices.

On the other hand, Vos and Ventress actually strike me as ‘more likely to fall in love’ than Maul, simply because they’re such passionate, driven people. They are dedicated and they knew what they want and their goals. Wow do they have more in common than I think? Anyway, that’s one reason why I think the premise of Dark Disciple is believable. It’s just, I really feel like I’ve seen everything in this book and woah, it’s a toxic relationship. Sure, they CAN make it work, I believe them. But there’s so much going on with their positions in the war. I would hope they elope but a fairytale ending? in my star wars? wild.

I don’t find it too easy for Vos to forgive Ventress. I think, it’s like he said, 一念之間 (just a moment’s thought). Particularly with their philosophy, I believe it is easier for the Jedi to ‘let go’ of the hatred. But I’m left with a sour taste that he was still in the dark that time. Why the last ten chapters was nerve-wrackingly confusing was because Vos wasn’t lying all the time. Some were truths, some weren’t. I don’t even know if I should believe him, or if it’s something he said to keep/win back Ventress. It could be for both objective, to have her help him, and have her for his envisioned future - which she doesn’t need to know.

I said it’s toxic because there’re a lot of lies between the two of them. From the initial truth about Tholme, to whether Quin is truly in the dark. I mean, I’m quite lost (but maybe not in a bad way) because of the complexity of their objective. That’s a good thing, really! It gives the characters dimension and make them feel more real. For now, the book has continued to give me complicated feelings and the lack of clarity is not something I appreciate. I suppose after devouring it through the translation, I’d arrive at a more satisfactory opinion.

I’ve been reading my old recaps and I need to address my predictions. Is it successful in furthering the character with romance? After I've relentlessly proved the premise is believable and delivery impeccable? How do we weigh Ventress 'giving herself a second chance through love' versus 'dying for manpain'? How do different characters see 'attachment' and what can we learn from Obi-wan's narration of the story? How does 'fall in love' mirror 'fall to the dark side'?

#there's no way the four people mentioned in this post are heterosexual by the way #all sw characters are bi where do i sign #dark disciple #sw reading

[terrence-silver]

12.“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.” with Terry Silver?? Please and thank you babe! I wuv your writing💕

Terry was an only child, and as such, used to getting his own way.

And even Kreese would’ve told him he takes things a tad bit too far in certain regards and in this, he begged to differ from his friend - to Silver, love, passion, desire and possession couldn’t exist without one another and they were in many ways crucial aspects of each other. The Yin and the Yang perfectly interwoven together. The idea of letting you do whatever you liked and talk to whoever you pleased and giving you space to roam and just be - to him, it was laughable. It sounded like the type of bullshit fairytale philosophy made up by people fundamentally too weak and feeble to stay in control and keep what is theirs theirs. The king of all excuses. Also, you might have misunderstood how literal he was being when he used the precise wording of you being his in the first place when the conversation naturally arose. Prompted by him, of course. He might have used deceiving wording on purpose too, yes. You might not have realized just how matter-of-fact he was being. And like all things, romance was a business negotiation and you misread the fine, tiny print at the very bottom of the metaphorical contract he’s presented you with.

Didn’t you parents ever teach you to research documentation?

He figured it might’ve slipped your mind - and good. Good.

“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.”

He chided almost playfully, pulling the strands of hair collected in his fist backwards as he kept you firmly in place. Now, he wasn’t going to hurt you. Not too badly anyway. This was only going to truly, genuinely hurt if you acted a little too rebellious for his liking. And, really, what could you possibly do? Fight him? Like you’d ever win. That’s the main reason he’s never, ever, ever under any circumstance discussed Karate or martial arts with you in any capacity. Kept you widely out of that circle of his interests absolutely deliberately. He liked you like this. Unable to really defend yourself - push him off, even though it was a painfully and laughably easy tactic to manoeuvre even for an inexperienced student. Unable to physically stand up to him even if you wanted to. Having to rely on him for your own protection. God, the idea just made him smile in delight as he looked over your neck exposed by him dragging your scalp down as he leaned down and inhaled your scent, coming inches close to planting a kiss on the tender flesh but holding back just fast enough to be a tease about it. Anyway, what was so bad about belonging to someone else? If it felt right, and to Terry, it did - it must’ve been right.

And he did always get his way too.

#terry silver #karate kid 3 #cobra kai #yandere #requests #UH OH STEAMY