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cosmerelists · 9 months

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AITA Posts on Roshar: Part 2

[You can find Part 1 here!]

Once again, we are imagining that the Reddit forum “Am I The Asshole” exists on Roshar, and that the main characters from Stormlight like to post on it. What might those posts look like?

1. AITA for talking about poop on a first date?

I really need help here, Reddit. I (LE/M/24) am not good with women--well, I’m very good at flirting with them and getting dates, but I am NOT good with keeping them. I’ve never had a relationship last longer than a few months, and my dad is always me grief about it. In fact, it got to the point where my cousin arranged a casual for me with a woman (LE/F/17) I’ve never met. So I’m engaged now! But it is only a casual, and if this woman does not like me, the engagement isn’t going to last. I’m lowkey stressed about this, because she’s really pretty and really smart and I think I like her a lot.

Okay but to get to the actual situation. I arranged a sort of first date with the woman I’m engaged to (I’ll call her S) at this wine house. Classic, right? And I was telling her about all of my heroic battles and stuff, like you do, and she seemed to be pretty into it. But then suddenly S interrupted my battle story to ask me how I, well, poop while wearing shardplate. So that’s the first thing--she brought up the poop thing first! So I answered, of course, since she asked, but then she was asking MORE poop-related questions, and I ended up admitting that yes, I have shat myself in Shardplate on multiple occasions. My shard-plate wearing bros know what I’m talking about.

Anyway, weirdly, I felt like the date went well?? But later I was telling people about it, and they all said I DEFINITELY messed up because no woman wants a man to talk about poop on a first date.

Plz help. I really like her. AITA? Should I apologize?

2. AITA for wanting to destroy evil?

Humans are so weird about it! I’m a sword (NE/NG/1000) that was literally created to destroy evil! But every time I destroy evil, people say things like “Oh god the bodies” or “please stop trying to eat my soul” or “I am going to lock you in a closet. You are a menace.” What gives? AITA?

3. AITA for being against murder?

In before “but we’re at war.” I know we’re at war. When isn’t there a war? The fact of the matter is--violence is never the answer. You can’t save someone through killing. I know--I am a surgeon (oh right--DE/M/50), so my business is saving people.

I have one son (DE/M/20) (my other son died). I raised him to be a surgeon, and he was really good at it. And before anyone says “why did you force your son to be like you,” I didn’t FORCE him. He wanted to be a surgeon. But he ended up being drafted into war, and then he never came home. Well he did, technically. But it wasn’t him. It was a murderer.

He is ALWAYS killing people. He says he’s a soldier now, and not only does he keep killing people, but he keeps killing people in front of me! We’re occupied right now, and the other day, some of the enemy soldiers came to my surgery and wanted to move some of the unconscious patients. Just move them. No evidence that they intended them harm. But my son FREAKED out and MURDERED the solider who came to take the patients! Just straight up murdered him! In a place of healing! And when I told him this was NOT okay, he grabbed his unconscious friend (who definitely needs medical care) and ran away. And now nobody knows where he is.

My wife is pissed at me. I can tell she thinks I drove away our son. But AITA for not wanting my son to be a murderer??

4. AITA for saving my friend?

I (DE/M/20) am a soldier in an occupied city. I’m also one of the radiants, and almost all of the other radiants in the city have fallen mysteriously unconscious. My dad is a doctor, and he’s been watching over them. Only my dad doesn’t believe in resisting occupation; he’s a pacifist--like, an extreme one. So when the enemy soldiers showed up to take away the unconscious radiants, I resisted. Because I knew what they were going to do with them--they were going to kill them (or worse). Otherwise, they would have just left them there. And one of the unconscious radiants is a dear friend of mine, a man who stuck with me through some of the worst moments of my life, and I wasn’t going to just stand aside and let him be taken. So I fought back. And I managed, barely, to stop them. Then I took my friend and left so that I could hide him and protect him.

But my dad started freaking out about how I had killed someone in a place of healing, and he called me a monster. I’m not saying I’m not a monster. But I think I did the right thing in saving my friend. AITA?

Edit: Wow so apparently people found my dad’s post?

5. AITA for stealing?

I (LE/F/17) can’t go into too much detail without potentially doxxing myself, so I will have to be vague. My brothers and I had a very rough childhood. We are talking physical abuse, mental abuse, all of it. And now both of our parents are dead, and we’re about to lose everything thanks to some bad decisions our father made. But there is one thing that might save us--there is this woman (a heathen!) who owns an item, and if it were ours instead, it would fix all of our problems. I can’t go into too much detail, so I will call it the thingamajig.

The thing is, no one knows where the woman got the thingamajig in the first place, and it’s probably not something she should have as a heathen. She doesn’t HAVE to have it--like it isn’t keeping her alive or anything--whereas my brothers and I are in fact doomed if we don’t get one. So we decided to steal it. It’s not nice and it’s not ethical but sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive, you know?

And it all sounded good when it was abstract, but the thing is, the woman is actually pretty cool and very pretty and once I got to know her, I didn’t even want to steal from her! But then she did something horrible. Again, I can’t get into detail, but trust me when I say it’s like “haunts your dreams forever oh god the screams” sort of horrible. So I figured--storm it. If she’s going to be terrible, then I’m going to steal from her and I’m going to save my family. So I did.

But tbh the guilt is eating me alive! She STILL hasn’t noticed that the thingamajig is gone unless she HAS noticed and she’s just waiting for me to CRACK under the pressure!

You guys have to help me--AITA?

6. AITA for being stick?

I am a stick. I am not fire. AITA?

#cosmerelists #cosmere #stormlight archive #in order:#Adolin #Nightblood #Lirin #Kaladin #Shallan #stick #LE = lighteyes #DE=darkeyes #NE=no eyes #NG = no gender

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spadesolace · 1 year

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do you see me? i can see you

pairings: idol! yeji x fan! reader

trying to avoid falling for the parasocial relationship that forms between an idol and a fan yet somehow failing as you tried pushing it away.

warning/s: a bit of angst from the start, little fluff by the end, and ofc be wary of parasocial relationships.

request: no, just wanted to hurt people a bit with angst honestly

part 2

‘Do you see me?’ Was what you would have shouted moments ago.

Maybe it's only fanservice, there wasn’t much to it as you watched Yeji perform to her heart’s content. There’s no need to think of her actions as something more than just an idol and fan, she looked at you, sent a flying kiss and a wink then continued on with her work.

It still left you in a daze, you could have just accepted it and went on with your day after the concert, not like Yeji would look at you with love and adoration. Gratitude would be a better expression when you saw her again during a fansign, still it’s only fanservice as you talked about your experience at the concert. Signing on your favorite page and passing on to the next member, again, just an idol and a fan, nothing more to it.

Maybe you were looking too deep into it. Maybe you actually liked Yeji more than just a fan, does not every fan go through that phase? Imagine having a relationship with their idol but you knew the consequences, you knew where this would lead if you continued on. A parasocial relationship with an idol isn’t rare, it’s the most common one to say the least but you can’t accept it, you fell for it.

There you are again, watching her perform on stage, you can still see the passion and gratitude from the first time you watched her. Fanservice was a must and when she laid her eyes on you once again, like the many times you’ve seen her in person, from fansigns, concerts, and fanmeets, it was still the same. Gratitude in her eyes, mouthing you ‘thank you’, sending hearts, and continuing on. You could only watch from afar, you weren’t special, she never said it directly to you even if the others could see it. A fan and an idol… it’ll never work, you could see her but does she see you?

Maybe it’s fanservice. Maybe she’s just thankful to have such a loyal fan. Maybe… it was actually genuine that she saw you amongst the crowd. You never knew, you never made a move, nor did her. How would you know if she liked you like that?

Another fansign, not a surprise you’d be there again, you were dedicated and yet you wish to push those feelings away. The girls knew you about now, they’ve seen you in every event, they wonder how’d you do it when you weren’t a fansite. As you sat in front of the girls, one at a time, each of them asking how you’ve been, your whereabouts, plans for the future, what you liked about the album and concept this time, and sometimes the cheeky relationship questions mostly pointed towards a certain someone.

Sitting in front of Yeji, her ethereal beauty, as if she was carved by God and you were merely looking at a statue, asking the same old question of whether this was reality. There was no need to ask for your name, Yeji already had a nickname for you and it made your heart swell, stomach churning, feeling as if you were about to vomit, but it's nothing, right?

Everything was still the same, asking for your opinion, handing her a gift, laughing at whatever you both said, then Yeji signing her favorite page; you requested it, take it as the last time you might see her before closing the chapter on ITZY.

“You know, how Ryujin got casted because the staff was cute?” You nodded, knowing the story by heart with the amount of jokes that Ryujin likes pretty women.

“Have I ever told you that I like cute things?” Of course you knew, with every gift you gave it was always something cute or something that reminded you of her.

“I think you’re cute, for quite some time now. Well, since we first interacted which was during our first live performance.” You never understood Yeji sometimes, and this was one of them. A few compliments here and there were thrown your way but never really bothered to care. How come Yeji was confessing to you about this now?

“I won’t see you in a while, but I hope we keep in touch.” In bubble, you mostly assume. She gave you your signed album, a sticky note on the page she signed. Only checking the signature once you were back to your seat. Yeji never saw you that way, that’s what you wanted to believe.

Yet seeing her number on the sticky note, maybe she did see you.

#itzy yeji #yeji x reader #itzy #hwang yeji #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #kpop x reader #kpop gg

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prolix-yuy · 9 months

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Chapter 5: They Destroyed the Man I Was

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader “Sugar”

Summary: He's only living the life he dreamed of.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: T, FEELINGS but that's about it, Jack in his element comes with a warning, will be E in later chapters so full series is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: It's time to see Jack going about his life in this little town, and that includes another cameo by a Golden Circle character. I'm just forcibly taking that cast and giving them better lives because the directors sure as hell couldn't be bothered. Enjoy!

Cross-posted on AO3

Decoherence Masterlist || Whiskey & Westworld Masterlist

You thought sleep would never come, swirling thoughts clamoring to the surface as soon as you crawled into bed, but the exhaustion pulled harder. Tumbling into mesmerizing dreams of landscapes that were only painted on large canvases, wiring and scientists watching through glass, you finally woke when one of the panes shattered under your touch.

The symbolism of your dreams was only getting more ridiculous.

Michelle let you be yesterday, seeing your tear-stained face and pretending to be occupied in the kitchen. She did offer you a glass of whiskey later in the evening, when a walk didn’t prove fruitful for your restlessness. This morning, she’s treating you to “a stick-to-your-ribs” breakfast, complete with eggs, bacon, toast, and a strange puffed pancake she calls a dutch baby. It’s delicious, and indeed presses against your ribs as you fill up.

“So what brings you here to our quiet corner of the world? I don’t get many strangers outside of the agricultural fair in the fall.” Michelle tops off your coffee, waiting expectantly as you try to stall by mixing your beverage the way you like it. When you catch her gaze again she’s looking at you kindly but expectantly.

“Visiting an old friend,” you say, hoping that will sate her curiosity. You should have known a community this small would take notice of your intrusion.

“The Strongs? Or the Moores? You one of their city friends?”

You smother a laugh. Between deciding to leave and getting on the plane, you hadn’t exactly packed for the occasion. Your outfit isn’t quite “city girl lost in a strange new world,” but it’s not as worn-in as her boots and faded denim.

“Jack, actually. Jack Daniels. He’s just…” you start to gesture, but Michelle’s eyes widen, putting the coffee pot down on a towel and squaring her hands on her hips.

“Well I’ll be damned. I didn’t think we’d see the day but here you are!” Your face must radiate confusion, because Michelle drops into the seat across from you, hands tented under her chin. “Jack’s a private man, but he’s told us enough of his story to know a few things, and the topic of his heart was always ripe gossip.”

Skin beginning to tighten, you drop your hands in your lap and try to think of an excuse to leave. There’s a danger you’re tiptoeing up to and you desperately want to run from it. The best you can manage is a strained, “Oh?”

Right on cue, Michelle’s hospitality kicks in and she squeezes your arm across the table.

“Oh damn my mouth, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you self-conscious. We don’t get new people often, especially those who stay, and a handsome country boy rolls in? We all had questions, and some finally pestered a few answers out of him.” Michelle leans forward folding her hands on the floral tablecloth. “I’m guessing you’re the one he’s been waiting for.”

“I don’t know what…” you begin, but Michelle doesn’t really need your input to continue this conversation. Which is perfect because you have no idea what to say.

“Few of the young girls, and some of the lonely and divorced, sniffed around Jack when he bought his ranch. Attractive man, no family in tow, kind and helpful. If I weren’t happily married I’d have tried my luck too.” Her conspiratorial smile does relax your shoulders, though the image of Jack surrounded by eligible, beautiful women flips your stomach. “But he always turned them down. Nicely, but firmly. Wasn’t until Mary at the Fairweather got a few drinks in him that the story came out.”

His past comes to mind unbidden. A wife lost, child never known, a life driven to revenge and anger. At least that’s the history Delos gave him.

“He said there was a woman he fell for, thought she felt the same. Classic wrong place, wrong time. Always said he was waiting for her to let him try again. It was romantic, even if it frustrated most of the female population.” Michelle cups her chin and sighs, fixing you with a soft gaze. “He’s been happier lately, taking trips away and coming back excited. I thought maybe it was work, but I hoped it was love.”

Your story. He gave them your story with Jack. And one of many questions still needing answers - how long has he known how to find you? - clatters in your silent throat.

“The last few weeks he’s been anxious, always checking his phone. Waiting for something. And I guess we know why!” She slaps the table with merriment scrunching her face. You put up your hands placatingly.

“I don’t know if it’s really all that,” you say, but Michelle shushes you.

“Of course it is. Don’t worry, I won’t spread it around. The two of you must have a lot of catching up to do.” Her eyes flit to the front hall, a bell tinkling at the edge of your hearing. Heavy boots approach, and even before you turn you know who it must be.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear!” Michelle calls, standing to greet Jack.

“I’ve hardly been tempting you to sin, ma’am,” Jack drawls as you turn to see him enter. He’s in a heather gray button-up today, the heavy denim jacket complementing his broad shoulders. Hat in hand, the other holds a stack of two dozen eggs that Michelle takes gratefully.

“I just finished the blanket, it’s on the chaise in the living room.” She goes to reach into her pocket when Jack shakes his head.

“The blanket is payment enough, Shelly, you’ve been slaving over it for too long. Those’re a down payment, I’ll bring the rest next week.”

The exchange tingles your body with a sentimentality that you can barely explain. A town that still gives gifts and barters in a time when everything is transactional? You fix your eyes on the little bit of breakfast still lingering on your plate.

“Thank you for taking such good care of my friend too,” he says, finally acknowledging your presence. When you turn your face up to look at him the shyness in his smile heats your cheeks.

“Michelle has been an excellent host,” you agree, getting another dismissive wave.

“We’re friends now, sweetie, I’m Shelly to you. I’ll leave you to it.” Waving as she takes her eggs into the kitchen, you and Jack are left alone in the ample dining room. He shifts, hat between his hands as you try to find something to say.

“Sorry for bursting in like this, I figured you were here. Not many other places to stay in town.”

You nod with a bright smile, easier today than yesterday.

“Shelly was just telling me all the gossip. Seems like you’re quite the heartbreaker.”

Jack groans as you get to your feet, the space between you still tenuous. “I hope nothing too embarrassing. She’s a heck of a town collector, specializing in secrets.” He leads you towards the door, softer, slower steps as you follow.

“Apparently you have quite a fan club,” you tease, pulling a chuckle from Jack’s lips. It makes your heart clench, hearing it again.

“Apparently, keeping to myself is dark and mysterious to the imaginative.”

Jack holds the door open for you as you step onto Shelly’s front porch, warm sunshine peeking through delicate clouds. Patterns dapple the asphalt as you walk side by side into the main part of town. After visiting his home you thought the town might be Sweetwater 2.0, but it’s charmingly modern. A main road stuffed with shops, doors open to let the soft breezes in. A public garden, blooms fat and heavy on the branches ready to burst. The towering steeple of a church, the squat columns of a library, Christmas lights still wound around streetlights. Like taking off a snow-caked winter coat, your spirits lighten with each step until your hand itches to find its way into Jack’s palm, consequence be damned.

“First stop is the Unwin’s shop, my truck’s parked outside,” Jack says, interrupting his soothing descriptions of each storefront and landmark. You’d lost the thread of his conversation two blocks back but nodded as he led you into a general store. He reaches up in the doorway and taps an archaic brass bell hanging over your heads.

“Right on time, Daniels,” a male voice with a Cockney accent calls, the owner climbing down a beat-up ladder. The men slap shoulders as the ringing fades. “Got comp’ny?” the man asks, turning to hold out his hand to you. He’s got a million-watt smile and a sharply angled face, light brown hair swept back from his forehead. Brown eyes that seem to have perpetual mirth in their depths sparkle behind thick-rimmed glasses. He’s lankier than Jack but all muscle under a white henley and canvas apron. “Gary Unwin, proprietor of this fine establishment.” You shake his hand and tell him your name, faltering when he holds it for a moment longer.

“Jack never graces me with beautiful lady friends. Got quite the poor record with them, ain’tcha Jack, never could close the deal.” Gary straightens and gives you a once over, and where you might feel offended instead the swaggerish nature of this interaction is outlandish enough that you glean it as good-natured ribbing.

“Knock it off, hotshot,” Jack warns, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at his firm command. Gary’s eyebrows shoot up, turning to retort, but suddenly snaps back to you with a knowing smile.

“Oh, you’re his girl then?” he says, hands on his hips and backing up a step. You mustn’t have schooled your face well enough, because Gary’s smile drops as he turns back. Jack is the picture of embarrassment, busying himself with something in the dried goods aisle. When Gary whips around his smile is full of wonder.

“Oh you’re his girl. The girl,” he says, leaning back against the shop counter. Your eyes dart to Jack for help but he’s standing between two shelves, looking intently at something of interest.

“Didn’t expect such a warm welcome, but I’m thankful for it,” you say, resisting the itching feeling of invisible eyes all over you.

“You haven’t had a warm welcome until you’ve met my wife. Tilde!” Gary shouts over his shoulder, closing up the ladder and setting it to the side. A scuffle of footsteps and a rosy-cheeked blonde woman peeks out from the back of the shop.

“Hello!” she calls, coming to stand beside Gary. “I’m…” she starts when Gary interrupts her.

“She’s the girl,” he says, giddily nodding in Jack’s direction. His gaze doesn’t lift from its spot, and something pings in your mind at it.

“She’s the…?” Tilde asks, then seeing Jack her face springs into surprise. “You’re the girl!”

“She’s the girl.”

“I’m the girl,” you interject, making a small wave and suppressing a grimace.

“Oh you must think we’re the nosiest bunch outside a herd of anteaters.” Tilde swats Gary, who shoots her a hurt look. You plead silently with Jack to come to your side, but he’s honed on the shelf, sharp, focused.

“I swear Jack hasn’t been running around airing all his laundry, we basically dragged it out of him,” Tilde continues, but your eyes are locked on Jack. His face is flushing, one hand gripping the shelf so tight his knuckles are white. Panic flares like a lit match in your chest.

“Jack?” you ask to no response. Gary and Tilde look over their shoulders and snap into action, Gary hurrying to Jack’s side and leading him away from his spot. Tilde yanks a chair from a cafe table and places it beside Jack, Gary urging him to sit. You’re frozen on the spot, heart hammering and your ears ringing until all you can hear is the thin wail of fear.

“Jack, c’mon bruv, sit down,” Gary soothes, Tilde hovering as Jack blinks slow, hard. Numbly you rush to him, gripping his biceps as he struggles. Finally his hands close around your shoulders as a whoosh of air fills his lungs.

“There we go, we got you,” Gary reassures as Jack slumps into the chair, sucking in slow breaths. You drop to your knees with him, studying his pained face. He manages to get his breathing under control as Tilde hurries to the back. Water runs as you slide your hands down to hold one of his.

“M’good,” Jack mutters, leaning forward to cup the back of your head. It’s just you and him now, Gary and Tilde a distant afterthought even as Tilde places a cool towel on the back of Jack’s neck. His thumb caresses your cheek, the brim of his hat shading your face. When he opens his eyes there’s exhaustion, but also relief.

“Sorry for the scare, Sugar,” he rasps. You worry your own thumb in the palm of his hand, reassuring pressure.

“S’okay, I’m here,” you say. Jack’s face is still a little pink, but you swear the bitten-back smile is all your doing.

You sit on the porch with Tilde as Gary helps Jack load a couple boxes into his truck. Jack rolls his eyes when Gary calls him an old man and refuses to let Jack carry anything, but you catch the mild concern in Gary’s brows, the gentle redirection of hands. Jack huffs but allows the other man to take the lead. Tilde offers you a glass of iced tea, sweetened to perfection.

“Has that happened before?” you murmur as Jack’s shirt pulls across his shoulders. The heat has started to beat down, sweat gathering along your hairline and glistening on Jack’s chest. He unbuttons his shirt one further, treating you to a tantalizing view of his chest.

“He has spells sometimes. Told us he was taking care of it, that he saw a doctor about it.”

What kind of doctor would that be, Jack?

“Some kind of seizure, he said. It’s not often, but we’ve caught him a couple times before. He tells us he’s fine, and we mind our business about it.”

Jack pats Gary on the back as they talk, leaning against his truck tailgate. You trace the curve of his relaxed smile, the expressive lilt of his brows, how perfectly he fits into this landscape so much like his home but leagues freer.

“You’re good friends to him,” you say, smiling at the sunny woman. She returns it, her whole face crinkling genuinely.

“He’s easy to love. It’s like the world gave him all the gifts but all he does is share them with others. You know that,” she says, tilting her head with a knowing wink.

“We didn’t get much time together when we first met. I still feel like there’s so much to learn about Jack,” you muse, watching the boys finish their conversation. Jack checks on you over his shoulder, eyes lighting up every time.

“You could take seven lifetimes and never learn everything about a person,” Tilde says, pushing her rocker to sway. “That’s where trust, and patience, and love comes in. Fills in the gaps.”

Gary clomps up the steps, accepting Tilde’s outstretched tea with a large gulp. She trails her fingers over his arm and they share a look that speaks whole sentences. Jack follows cautiously, nodding to you.

“Ready to go, Sugar?”

You don’t correct him this time.

The slam of the truck doors precedes a silence you expect. Jack’s hands dance along the wheel, keys in the ignition dangling unattended.

“I’m sorry about…”

“What was that back there?”

You speak at the same time, your resolve canceling out his apology.

“It wasn’t a seizure, not in the way they think it is. So what are these little spells? Is something…going wrong?” You think malfunctioning but the longer Jack stays by your side, the harder it is for you to imagine him as a machine. He sighs, rubbing his mouth and smoothing back errant mustache whiskers.

“There are other people like me out in your world. Maeve, probably a few still under Delos’ control. But there are some that are awake, and they’re angry, and they’re trying to find anyone they can to help them do God knows what for revenge.” Jack’s eyes plead, grip tightening on the wheel. “That’s not me, Sugar. All I wanted was to get free and stay that way. But we’re all connected, and sometimes one of the others reaches out, tries to figure out who I am, where I am. To what end I don’t know, and I don’t want to. I’ve done a good job keeping them away, but sometimes they try harder, and I have to fight them off.”

You swallow hard, suddenly small in a world that’s full of unseen struggles.

“So Delos is looking for you, and…I guess rogue hosts are looking for you.” Your next question sticks in your throat, Jack’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “Why come looking for me?”

His mouth opens, and you see the answer written on his tongue, but he swallows it back. Instead he starts the truck, tossing an arm over the back of your seat to reverse. Inhaling the sun-baked warmth of his jacket, shot through with dust and sweet hay, you let your question drift away on the wind.

“I’m sorry about all the attention. Made one slip-up and the whole town knows, apparently.” He parks closer to the center of town, keys jingling as he puts it in park. “If you’d like to stay in the truck and avoid repeating that conversation four more times, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Sure, I gotta call Lacey anyways,” you agree, watching Jack swing out of the truck and shut the door behind. In the faux privacy of the truck you let yourself admire his swaying shoulders, the swagger of his walk, that tight ass peeking out from under his jacket.

It’s the first time something carnal has stirred in your chest (and elsewhere) since you’d accepted Jack’s return. Dashing it away, you dial Lacey.

“Not dead?” is her first question, making you laugh louder than necessary.

“Definitely, calling from beyond the grave,” you shoot back.

“Fuck, I knew ghosts were real.”

You share a giggle before Lacey bursts into questioning. Is he handsome? Polite? Not a creep? Did you stay over last night? What have you been doing? You answer rapid-fire - yes, yes, no, no, mostly talking - before she gets to the meat of the matter.

“So is this the real deal?”

You watch Jack as he moves from store to store, picking up paper-wrapped bundles and crisp bags. Every person’s face lights up when he’s in the room, and more time is spent chatting than running errands. It would take twice as long with you by his side. The girl.

“I’m still figuring it out. There’s definitely potential. It’s just…” You falter, sinking lower in the seat as your stomach clenches. Lacey tuts into the phone.

“It’s just that his cock is too big, right? He only makes you cum three times, not five?” she fake sighs on the other end. You both dissolve into giggles, lolling your head back on the seat.

“Leap of faith, babe. You made it this far. Don’t leave without knowing if this will work,” she says, another sage piece of advice doled out on a hot Saturday morning.

“Love you Lace,” you say. A smacking lip sound follows.

“Love you too. Make good choices.”

Rolling your eyes, you hang up just as Jack climbs back in the truck.

“That Lacey?” he asks, turning the key and bringing the truck back to life. Weak air conditioner pummels your face, but you’ll take it.

“Yeah, just checking in.”

“How’s she doing? Married?” he asks, startling a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, all good. You remember her?”

Jack tosses you a wink.

“Whole reason I met you, after all. Hard to forget.”

You settle back in the seat, another warmth seeping into your bones.

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mak3itr7ght · 6 months

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Pair: Park Jimin x fem!reader (Coraline and the secret door AU)

Words count: 5.278

TW: mention of blood.

Music suggestion:

Y/n's pov :

'Here we are, Y/n! This is the place where your father and I have met! The Pink Palace...’

As soon as I got out of our car, the grandeur of this huge house overwhelms me. It looks like a very old... and creepy building but, to be honest, I like this. It’s not that I’m a goth or something but I’m into this kind of vibe, just enjoying it without being fully part of it. My family and I will stay here for the two upcoming weeks, and I really prefer to stay here, in this mysterious, greyish-looking place, instead of spending our vacation on an exotic beach, smelling of suncream. That’s not for me. That’s not for Y/n Lovat.

I like the sea, i like walking there at night, when there’s no one else but me and myself, getting lost into quietness and into the sound of the waves. I enjoy being alone and I don’t feel bad for this. Sometimes solitude heals.

Anyway!

I can’t wait to explore the house. My parents have told me some stories…they told me about an alternative world, you can have access in It only through a little door, and it looks like that, that door, is right among these walls. But that world is filled with bad things, they said, and then they just tried to reassure me by specifying that that world wasn’t real; that it isn’t real. They don’t know that i could feel sadder if i actually find out that it is really all fictional…eheh so I must find out if I should be sad or not.

Once I enter in the house, I immediately start to look around, searching for hints when my mother’s voice interrupts me.

‘I know what you’re thinking about. You won’t find it, because, as we said, it doesn’t exist. Got it?’

Sometimes, Mom and her sixth sense scare me. But her words don’t stop me from my investigation. Still, when this topic comes out, in her eyes, I always spot a veil of agitation, like she’s hiding something from me and I’m sure that Dad knows about it. But it doesn’t change my mind at all, I’m the kind of person who needs physical proof to consider something real or fake.

During evening

The right moment came: Mom went to shopping, and the supermarket is quite far from here, Dad is doing a visit to some neighbors, two old women, he told me, so I’m sure that they will keep my Dad enough busy with their chatting, along with tea and cookies. I have the whole house free, for at least two hours. It’s time to get in action. Let’s start upstairs. I look around, searching behind the paintings and analyzing carefully each room. Nothing. I’m walking across the hallway when suddenly I trip onto something. It is a floorboard slightly raised. They told me the house was restructured, still, there’s the risk to get injuries around! I stand up, massaging my hip, the one that hit the ground. While tripping, I removed completely the floorboard and I notice that, in the whole it was covering, there is a small dusty trunk. I take it. It looks like there was a lock or something, but it was already removed. Mh.. strange, but maybe it’s just the metal that got consumed by the humidity.

I open it, curious about knowing its content. There’s.. a doll, with buttons as eyes, it has short, bright blue, hair, pale skin and it’s wearing a…a yellow raincoat, it looks strangely familiar…ù

Mom…

In the living room, there’s this picture. She is with the grands, she was young at the time, and they were posing in front of this house, and she was wearing the same raincoat…

I feel chill along my spine…well, right, mom loves to sew, so, maybe she made this doll backtime. That’s it. Anyway, I decide to keep it in my room, in my closet. I’ll keep searching for the door tomorrow.

After two hours, my parents return home, we have dinner and then straight to bed. I try to fall asleep, however, a continuous sensation of being observed keeps me awake, I turn towards the window and I see a black shape... with two bright yellow eyes...

I jump, wondering what that thing is, when the moonlight illuminates it showing me that there’s no reason to be scared. It is just a cat, a black cat. I try to look at it with more focus, and I spot, next to the cat... the doll...the same doll I locked in my closet, under the pile of clothes I still have to fold.. what is it doing out there??

The cat, suddenly, does a little nod with its head, ‘telling’ me to follow it... and, like the dumbass I am, I decide to listen to my curiosity instead of my common sense, following it.

Silently, I manage to leave the house, but, not so easily, since as soon as I leave the room, I get caught by my mother, I, astutely, tell her that I am only going to get a glass of water, but I also know that she would go to check, as soon as she will see the kitchen light go off, so I simulated my steps and the creaking of a door and then I ran out; in my bed, when my mother will go to check, there will be bulge under the covers, and she will go to sleep, not caring that what she will see, won’t be her dear sleeping daughter, but just pillows...

I reach the cat, which is waiting for me under the window of my room. It starts running and I keep following it... it takes me to a hill not too far from the house, where there is a water well, very old and probably unused. Next to it, there is a white napkin, which seems to wrap something... the cat looks right at it as if it wants to tell me "Go and see what's there for you", thus, again putting aside my common sense, I check what this napkin wraps.

Some sewing needles... and... a key...

a key... keys open things, right? Like…the trunks.. the padlocks or... THE DOORS! THEN IT EXISTS! IT EXISTS AND I WILL FIND IT!

I return home full of enthusiasm, hoping that the morning will arrive quickly.

The morning

'Are you sure you don't want to come with us? Aren't you afraid of being alone in this new house for more than 2 hours?'

Dad asks, I admit he seems to exude some concern. But, despite this, I nod with confidence, trying to reassure him and my mother, they are going in town to do some duties or stuff like that.

'I'll come next time! Promise!'

I state, to try to speed up the conversation.

'be careful, Y/n'

Mom seems quite strange, she also seems to be a little worried…but oh well, it will be the influx of memories she is receiving, since she spent her childhood here.

As soon as I make sure my parents' car leaves the driveway, I start to find the door…I wish that black cat would help me with this too...

And, as if it had heard me, here it appears, outside the kitchen window, this time. Wow. That’s incredible.

I let him in, and my cat, Ginger, immediately gets on defensive... actually it has never gotten along with cats similar to it, rather it has always preferred dogs... strange, right?

But even stranger is what I’m just seeing, with one look, the black cat managed to make Ginger calm down... I'm starting to think that this cat isn't just any normal stray cat...

I return to reality seeing the feline pass before my eyes, heading towards the dining room and stopping near a white wall..

'Mh... that’s not helping... surely the door I'm looking for can't be th-... what if...'

What if it's behind this wall?

I look better at that marble wall, and, there was a lighter part, compared to the rest... it means that the cement, in that area, was placed later...

But now a big problem arises... how can I remove this layer of concrete in just a few hours?

I try to think of a plan, when I see the black cat scratching on the white patch... pff poor thing, does it think that can scrape off such a hard material? I turn around for an instant, hearing a meow from Ginger, and then I turn towards the wall... and the door pops up out of nowhere, the door I was looking for so much... the concrete has disappeared into thin air, there isn't even any a speck on the ground...

It is as certain as anything that this cat has some supernatural power... I approach the small door, it's small, but if I bend down, I could fit in just fine. I take the key out of the pocket of my skinny jeans and slowly insert it into the door lock.. with the same slowness, I turn it.. until I hear a click..

Oh yes.. here it is.. it's open. Ginger and the black cat keep watching me. I hesitate for a moment... I turn towards the two cats once again, and the black cat has disappeared... probably its daily task is done. I turn towards the door, take a sigh and open it.

...

....

Jimin's POV:

The moon this evening seems to shine more than usual, and the apples on this tree seem to have a different red... a bloody red, my favorite color. Their taste, sweet and a little sour, like the lies that a mother tells her child, for his own good.. sweet…and a little sour…I hear a rustling coming from the hedge next to me, and, after a few seconds, my dearest friend comes out from that pile of green leaves…

'My friend, Black, tell me... what brings you here now? I thought you were busy with that favor I asked you a while ago...'

'Don't worry, Jimin, the time…has come. she's coming here, to you…'

A huge smile appears on my face, there are those who would say it's madness, but in reality, all I feel now is pure joy…

'Thank you, my dear friend, I knew I could count on your help.'

I stated, stroking the shiny, black-as-night fur of my dear friend, my only friend. It didn't even have a name... when I found him wandering around these lands, he seemed to know where he was, and yet, he didn't have a destination, he was there, with that proud look... like every being of his kind.

One day, however, I approached him, we talked for a long time, and what I took from that conversation was that, although he always kept his ears pointed and his muzzle high, there was a veil of loneliness in him, just like me... after my dear mother was taken away from me... by the one my friend thought was her friend... that blue-haired witch.

Luckily, I managed to open what were the blue eyes of my furry friend, making him really see who that was... Coraline... and so, in exchange for my friendship, I asked him for a favor...

When I learned of my mother's death, everything I thought about and still thinking about, It’s, actually, I wouldn't even call it revenge.. I just want to settle the score with her…by taking away from her…what she cares about the most.

I look into the garden pond, and I see her reflection, what will lead to Coraline's eternal suffering..

Her dear daughter. Y/n Lovet.

…

Y/n's Pov:

I can't believe my eyes...so does it really exist? In front of me, stands what appears to be a long distorted tunnel…

I wonder…what's at the end of it.

I start to walk, when suddenly I hear the voices of my parents, intent on taking out of the car the bags full of gifts and souvenirs to bring to the rest of the family…I panic for a moment... I immediately close the door and hide the key in my pocket again.

I look around, hoping to find something that can cover the hole in the wall where the door is, but when I turn towards it, I see that... the layer of concrete has returned to hide it. Maybe I'm going crazy? Until recently, there was only a hole in the wall and not even a bit of dust on the ground, but now everything is back to how it was before...

A small smile of disbelief escapes me at the thought...

I run towards the front door, intent on helping my parents with all the envelopes.

'How are you dear?? You look a bit strange?'

'Have you done anything in our absence?'

My parents continue to observe me... perhaps because I'm still a little shaken by the latest events. But now... I simply think, or rather, I ask myself, why did my parents want to keep that world hidden from me?

Maybe they really don't know anything about it and the fact that it actually exists is just a perfect coincidence.

Pff… I can believe in anything, but coincidences, I really don't.

I spend the day ruminating on what happened this morning... and I just hope that night falls soon so I can finally discover what lies beyond the tunnel.

At dusk, my parents invite me for a walk near the house and, near an apple tree, I see a puddle, which is strange. It has never rained in those days. I look out to observe my reflection, but my face resting on the water, it's almost disturbing... I jump, noticing that instead of my eyes I seem to have... buttons?

I walk away, running towards my parents, scared, to the point of not being able to tell what I saw. Back in the house, I immediately run towards the mirror in my room, and my reflection seems to have returned to normal... it must have been an oversight...

Once night falls, I make sure that my parents are totally immersed in their dreams, and I head towards the wall where the door is located... but here a problem arises... without the black cat... how can I scratch off the cement?

Hmm… maybe if I close my eyes and wish to see the door... okay, it probably won't work, but there's no harm in trying.. I close my eyes, count to 13, open my eyes, and to my surprise, there it is, the little door. I open the door again, and there it is again the dark blue tunnel, I give myself courage and cross it, slowly. I find myself in front of another small door and I slowly move it, not too much... Who knows, there might be something behind it...

I lean forward a little to observe, but what I see leaves me quite disappointed… It is the same room I left from, my living room, there is nothing different...It must have all been a joke, probably.

I enter the room, close the door, and decide to go back to bed, but on my way to the stairs, I spot the black cat outside the window beckoning me to follow him again and so I do.

Following the mysterious feline, I realize that the garden is different from usual... In front of us, then, stands an arch that leads towards a small lake, over which a bridge has been built... I've never seen it...

Around the lake, there are apple trees planted, already ripe, which is strange… I know that apples ripen during autumn, not in summer…

The cat climbs onto the bridge, jumping onto the ledge of this, where, there is a figure, leaning against it, seems a male figure, a long-limbed, elegant male figure...

Will it be a neighbor? At this time of night?

I approach slowly...

“Hello…Y/N, it's nice to meet you.”

I stop walking.

“h-how do you know my name?”

"I'm the son of a dear friend of your parents, it has sense that I know you."

So, he knows my parents... This reassures me. I lean forward to observe him, and when he turns, I am taken aback. He has... Buttons instead of eyes...Out of surprise, I lean on the handrail of the bridge, which however breaks.

I close my eyes to prepare for the impact but, before I end up in the water, I feel something pull me up and hold me. I open my eyes, and I see that face with delicate features, but almost ruined, by those gadgets on his eyes, so close to mine.

Where am I?

Am I really at home?

Regaining my balance, I move slightly...

"I know what you're thinking…These aren't exactly nice to look at, are they?"

She says pointing to the buttons.

I observe him, without responding, confused but also a little struck by compassion…

"don't feel bad, I was born like this…"

My confusion increases. And the boy probably understands this.

"You know you're not in your world right?.. This is very similar to yours but more beautiful.. Don't you think?"

He turns, observing the moon, which shone a slightly more different silver, from our real satellite.. Indeed, looking around, it feels better here.

"It means that my parents knew about this world.."

I think out loud. The boy turns to me and nods.

"Indeed.. But after my mother's death, they denied its existence."

I can hardly believe that my parents have denied this place... Why did they speak so badly about it? Why did they always tell me not to come here?

"but.. now you're here! Right? Will you keep me company for a bit, at least until dawn?"

The boy looks at me, smiling softly.

In the end.. I want to know more about this place, so I nod and smile back.

The boy takes me for a walk in this immense garden, full of flowers and sculptures made with hedges.

There is a certain musicality in the air.

"shall we Dance?"

I laugh

"I don't know how to dance, unfortunately, I would just make a fool of myself"

"it means that I will be the one to teach you"

I've always been a little reluctant when it comes to guys, I've already told you about my concept of loneliness, right?

Yet, with him it's different, he puts his hand around my hip, the one on which I think there is still the bruise from the other day, and his other hand delicately takes mine, we start dancing, I think it's a waltz or something like that. I'm just following his movements, looking into his eyes, or should I say, buttons.

"You like being alone too, don't you?"

I nod, lowering my gaze slightly.

"When you are alone, you feel better, sometimes, you have time to think and to improve yourself"

I keep listening to him in silence, while we keep dancing, I knew that I was not the only one who felt good alone, but it needed me to visit a parallel world to find that someone...

Thinking that I'm not that wrong or that strange makes me smile.

"Now that I think about it, you know my name, but I don't know yours.."

I say, lifting my head slightly.

"My name is Jimin, mi lady."

"Now are you even calling me mi lady?"

I laugh.

"you said you couldn't dance, yet you seem to have always been doing it, you look like a princess, a Lady"

He winks at me.

Generally, I hate this kind of attention, he's shamelessly flirting... And, unlike usual, I like it.

This boy, Jimin, if I'm not mistaken, has something special, it must be that he comes from this world..

We dance almost all night.

The first lights of dawn are already starting to appear...

'I should go.. '

'wait a little longer, please'

I do so, deciding to stay some more time with him, continuing to look at the sun which was now emerging on the horizon.

'Will you come visit me again?'

I spent one of the most beautiful nights of my life, how could I not come back here, I found a person who understands me… A special person. I nod but then I realize that it's really time to go before my parents find me. I immediately run away to where the little door is and I quickly run to my bed, a few minutes later I hear my mother come through the door… I take a sigh, just in time…

Jimin's POV

'she took the bait like a fish on a hook eh eh'

'you're absolutely right, Black… It was easier than I thought, I imagined Coraline's daughter to be tougher'

I say playing with a hair I pulled out of Y/N’s head.

'but she's cute, come on…'

'don't tell me you really meant those things you said to her?'

I turn to Black, nodding.

'it's a shame that she has to end up bad, but for now, I'll have fun with her' I smirk.

Let's see what she is doing now…

I lean towards the pond to see the image of Y/N, she is changing... Which makes me blush a lot…and that doesn’t suit me at all.

I make the image disappear from the pond and start to go back into the house…

'You have taken the color of your beloved apples'

Black tells me, laughing..

'shout up, you silly cat'

Y/N's pov

The days pass, Jimin and I now see each other every single evening, we dance the waltz and then we stop to watch the sunrise. He knows everything about me, and I know everything about him, or almost, sometimes he's so mysterious. He also gave me a pair of needle-shaped earrings. They are original, which is why I like them a lot. I would like to tell my parents about him, but Jimin told me several times not to do so, to avoid a possible "strange" reaction on their part. Maybe seeing Jimin would have reminded them of a dear friend, and this would have saddened them. So we decided to keep this "friendship" in secret, even though I can't understand whether he is really in love with me or not.

One evening

While having dinner with my parents, I notice that something is bothering them. I look at them with confusion trying to understand what they were thinking. At a certain point, mom turns to me.

'you've been weird for a while..'

My confused expression deepens.

'You know.. We found this in your room..'

My mother shows me the doll I found that week before, before I discovered the door. I try to find an excuse...

'oh.. That? Ah yes, I found it just yesterday, upstairs haha you sewed it, right?'

'Y/N… We burned this doll'

My eyes widen. What do they mean they burned the doll? So.. Who recreated it..

'Those earrings'

I hear my father whisper that phrase, almost scared. I check my earlobes, and I notice that it's true, this time I forgot to remove my earrings..

'Wait.. I can explain-'

''Y/N! I told you not to look for the door!'

'You told me it didn't exist. And then... Even if it existed... What would be wrong with that? You told me so many of those lies, about monstrous creatures, just because they have buttons instead of eyes, what makes you think those creatures are really wrong??'

' Y/N.. Tell me where the door is.'

'never.'

'Right now!'

Mom definitely has no good intentions, I don't understand her, Jimin is so good in the end, he understands me, and I'm sure his mother was like that too..

'You had a friend in that place. And you abandoned her son out of selfishness.'

My parents look shocked.

'Who told you this? Who is this friend-... oh no.. '

Mom leans towards me, probably to assert me. I move away and run towards the door, which is open. Arrived in the other dimension, I turn and see the small walled-up door..

I turn around to find Jimin right behind me..

'What's going on, princess?'

I hug him. Scared and confused more than ever.

'My parents saw these'

Pointing to the earrings.

I see Jimin's face darken.

'I think I can imagine the rest..'

He almost seems to be... smiling.

At a certain point, she hugs me, squeezing me... I can hardly breathe.

'J-Jimin.. I can't breathe'

'Now.. you are with me, I will protect you..'

Black's pov

I think Jimin's plan is failing miserably.. I saw how he looks at that girl and he didn't seem like he was faking it.. Well, in the end he isn't that different from humans. I lie down on the branch of my favorite tree, but I can't fall asleep, I feel watched.

'Jimin was always wrong'

I turn, noticing Ginger, Y/n's cat.

'Oh then you talk.. I thought you were mute..'

'Nice...come on, let's go save Y/N'

I ignore her, poor naive kitten. She is naive but stubborn to the point that she makes me fall from my beloved branch. Luckily, we cats always land on our paws.

'Girl, have you lost your mind?'

I look at her, sitting proudly on the spot from where I fell.

'And yet you let yourself be deceived by that demon..Jimin is not your friend. He just wants to avenge his mother, the woman who killed three innocent children and who also wanted to kill Y/N's mother. You yourself helped Coraline..'

'Tsk.. yet Coraline left, never thinking of taking me with her.. Jimin instead welcomed me and was always by my side'

Ginger comes down from the tree and stands right in front of me.

'When he kills Y/n, you will no longer exist for him'

The coldness with which she said that sentence made my blood run cold. Yet I almost feel like she's telling the truth. Now that I think about it... Jimin always behaved strangely..I sigh…feeling betrayed for the umpteenth time.

'Let's go save your friend'

Ginger widens her eyes in surprise, but I can see a minimum of joy in those green bulbs. As fast as we can, we arrive in the other world... just in time....

Jimin's Pov

How beautiful. Thanks to Coraline and that owl Wybie, this innocent little fish ended up in my net. I continue to hold Y/n, not too much to kill her.. you know.. I changed the plan.. I want to keep her here with me, forever. She will be my queen, but to become one.. these beautiful eyes will have to be replaced.. I caress the girl's cheeks..

'Do you want to become my queen?..'

I say approaching her..

The moonlight is illuminating us, as if we were under a spotlight.

Y/n's pov

Jimin's proposal appeals to me a lot... I almost feel as if something is hypnotizing me…Something pleasant. I close my eyes, continuing to look at him, to look at those plump, pink and soft lips. I feel his breath approaching my face, and something touch my needle-shaped earring.. But before that distance between us could disappear... something awakens me from that trans-state...

Jimin's Pov

'Let that girl go right now'

Just as I'm about to sew up my princess's eyes, I am interrupted by a rather irritating voice. I turn around, furious, seeing Black....and another cat..

'What's the matter, my friend, have you also met your soulmate and has love just made you crazy? Come on let me do what I have to do..and go for a walk with your kitten..'

'You..kind of profiteering devil'

The two cats are preparing to jump on me..But Y/n shields me.. and the claws of the two cats.. hit her eyes.... I feel the pain, so much so that I feel my heart shatter.

For me... she gave up her beautiful eyes... for me... without even my hypnosis..

'Leave him alone.'

The girl shouts.

'He's innocent, why are you mad at him, all of you, he's alone... and he doesn't deserve it. He is misunderstood, and he just needs someone who understands him...please...get out of here and leave us alone. You two, and my parents...and everyone else.'

After saying this, I see Y/n collapse on the ground, holding her hands over her face, bleeding. The two cats seem mortified , especially the ginger one…it almost seems to cry.. then, at the bottom of the garden, right at the entrance, I hear sobs..

They are Coraline and Wybe.

I don't know how they got in, but it's like I can't move…

I crawl towards Y/n and rest my head on her shoulder while I wrap my arms around her waist...Below us there was now a blur, with the color of the apples from that tree right in front of us.

'Please, Jimin, save her..'

I hear Coraline's voice, broken..

'I'll save her, but she'll have to stay here with me... I'll have to sew her the buttons... it's the only way to keep her alive.'

Coraline and Wybe, through tears, nod..

I was a fool.. I believed from the beginning that they were the bad guys.. and yet.. the sacrifice of Y/n, of my Y/n, and the fact that her parents, after all, asked for help from me.. it makes me understand.. that maybe I did everything wrong in my life.. that I shouldn't have hung on to revenge, that it would have been better to forgive.. and maybe now Y/n would still have her beautiful eyes..

While I'm sewing on her buttons, a tear falls... yes... because under my buttons, I have eyes... it was the one I thought was my mother who sewed them on for me.. as soon as I finish, I take Y/n and hold her to me, still sleeping..

'You will be fine now...sorry, my princess'

I whisper to her.

Then my gaze turns towards her parents and the two cats, destroyed by their mistake.

'She's alive, she's healthy, she'll even be able to see again. But she will have to keep these forever..To apologize...I will create a bigger door in that house, and you can come here to see her whenever you want...in the end, this world is the same as yours. Wherever you go, that door will follow you so that you will always be able to see it.'

The couple looks at me in amazement…I don't blame them at all. I stand up, lifting Y/n bridal style.

'Y/n's right.. you're different'

'Thank you very much and take care of her, always..'

I turn towards them, bowing my head in thanks. In reality, I wasn't that different, it was Y/n, who opened my eyes.

Two days later

Y/n's pov

I wake up from what seemed to be an eternal sleep... I look around, and getting up, I remember what happened...I jump up to look at myself in the mirror and...yes...now I have buttons where my eyes should be.

'I'm sorry, princess. It was the only way to save you'

I turn towards the voice, it was Jimin, behind him were my parents, along with Ginger and Black. I give them a smile.

'Modestly...they suit me'

I laugh and then jump on the boy.

'Am I wrong or before anyone interrupted us, we were doing something very serious'

I say literally closing the door in my parents' faces.

And then I kiss him..

I've wanted to do this for a long time, and it's cooler than I thought. Especially because now I can be with him... in the world that perhaps suits me better.

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Abbi: I love Lupe + Roberta Colindrez.

Will: There is a story about how this speech was filmed. HOW DO YOU WANT THIS TO END? Abbi kills it here. Will: Okay. I'll tell you the story! We shot the reaction half of this scene on the field, and then it started raining. So Abbi had to shoot her side of it a week later, on a platform in the middle of the street outside Toni's house. Will: She is yelling at the crew mostly. It was amazing. She's so talented. Will: Rob the bank! Has become our unofficial motto for the process of making the show too.

Will: Okay. Them carrying around here is a real story from a softball team. And it came to the show courtesy of ABBI'S DAD. Who is now in charge of finding the end of every season. Abbi: My dad gave me the end of the Peaches story here. Still cannot believe it. I called him one night, stuck. He told me this --It is inspired by a real story from women's college softball. Thanks Big Al. Love you.

Will: Barnstorming is such a huge part of baseball history, and Marquise does such a beautiful job bringing it to life as Red [Barnstorming refers to sports teams that travel to various locations, usually small towns, to stage exhibition matches.] Will: GODDAMMIT CHERYL

Will: WE TECHNICALLY LOST D’arcy: how many times have y’all watched this finale? Abbi: Dale Dickey gets me every damn time. What a masterful actor. D’arcy: WE! HAVE! TO! TAKE! CARE! OF! OUR! OWN! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ oh Dale & Kelly 😍 Will: WE HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF OUR OWN with Beverly kills me. "war bonds" was an improvised callback.

Abbi: Ohh boy. This is prob my favorite scene with my girl D’arcy Carden The Peaches come between them... just like the world. D’arcy: LOL IM CRYING Will: Abbi and D’arcy just kill me in this scene. They both come from comedy backgrounds and look at what they are doing. We are so lucky.

Will: Seeing Max in uniform killed me too. Abbi: Max finally in her own uniform! The fucking best.

Will: Repeating GO GET A THING was an improv from Kelly and Roberta. Abbi: Always... go get a thing.

Will: Abbi wrote "you changed my whole life" "you opened me up again" and it made me cry when I first read it.

Abbi: Thanks so much for watching with us tonight and in general. What a treat. Will: Thanks for watching with us! Wow. There's a lot of you! Will: This is a show for everyone told through perspectives you don't usually hear universal stories from. Thanks for helping get the word out! Will: WE ARE ALL FRUIT NOW

#aloto #a league of their own #alotoedit #will graham #abbi jacobson #d'arcy carden #chante adams #peaches #s1 #1x08 #cast #bts #live tweeting #twitter #i had fun making these #hopefully it means you can follow the tweeting better #will make them again if the cast watch another episode #what a finale #what a season

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Due to a family game of telephone, my mom told me yesterday morning on the way to a family graduation that my cousin's in-laws' giant "service" dog is part wolf. Mom has always been kinda nervous around him, because he is the size of a small pony and extremely serious... and her mental picture of me is apparently of me at seven flinging myself bodily on every large dog I have the good fortune to see. In reality, this dog, who I see at baseball games sometimes, provides the "service" of obsessively guarding my cousin's mother-in-law. He assigned himself this job, and cannot be persuaded to stop. But it' genuinely helping the mother in-law, who is getting up there and starting to get frail. She got him the leash that says service dog before she recently got on oxygen, so people would stop asking to pet him because he's an abused rescue with a mouth large enough to do serious damage. And because he looks mostly like a german shepherd (size holy fucking direwolf,) and people are stupid. He also prevents crowds from knocking her over with her oxygen tank and cane, by dint of clearing a two to four foot wide halo around her with his glare. They're training him to fetch another human if she takes a fall, or at least trying to. It isn't going well, because he has an objection to leaving her unguarded. He will politely ignore other dogs, all preteen children, and the vast majority of women. Men are considered acceptable if they act calm and introduce themselves properly. Since I am no longer seven, my relationship with this extra large canine is that he arrives at an event, makes a growly little grumble at me to remind me that he is a bodyguard and I better remember it, then smells my hand and lets me pet him as long as he can keep an eye on his principal. You can bury your hand up to the wrist in his fur if he has decided you are an acceptable companion for his principal, so I did not necessarily question my mom's assertion that he was part wolf, because she said it came from a genetics test (so it could be a good few generations back) and also because after whatever trauma was in his previous life, someone hauled him to the animal shelter from fuck-nowheresville Wyoming. Where most people searching for a dog looked at him, staring at them, not wagging, and thought, like our prehistoric ancestors "If I'm gonna feed that thing, it's going to be strictly so he never gets hungry enough to bother trying to eat ME." My cousin's mother in law came in, in her bird-boned five nothing frame, and thought "he's perfect" and named him Panzer. Yes, she named him tank, but in German. (She also thought he was the Andre the giant of german shepherds.) Her husband looked at him walking out at her heel, and thought "it's been five minutes and that dog worships my wife and might be smarter than half my relatives" and gave in to the inevitable. Panzer treats him as the only acceptable substitute guardian for his principal, the queen of rescue dogs, which is the highest honor any man is gonna get from him. According to Panzer, her son and grandsons are mere servants of the queen. Trusted, but not sworn to her defense. Others (daughters in law, children, other old ladies with booze, assorted distant relatives) are allowed to petition the queen, with the strict understanding that bribing him with taco meat won't get him to change his vigil: He'll just take any bribe you're stupid enough to give him and get back to work. So at my cousin's kid's graduation party today, I sat on the stoop, nearly elbow deep in Panzer's ruff fur, thinking of gallusrostromegalus' wolfdog stories. I decided that Panzer's wolfy ancestor must be at least a couple generations back, and went back to chatting with the old ladies who were either gossiping, or heckling the teenage boys playing bags. One of my other cousins' kids barreled in, bearing a lizard for me to photograph, and Panzer inspected the lizard, found it harmless, and returned to his stoic watch. "Oh yeah," I said to the queen of rescue dogs, once I finished my duty as lizard paparazzo and the lizard was released from the red carpet, "My mom tells me you had a genetics test done on Panz. She said he was german shepherd and sheepdog and something else?" "Oh yes, he's German Shepherd, some kind of balkan sheepdog, and Czechloslovakian Wolfhound."

Needless to say, I teased my mother for confusing Wolfhound with Wolf dog half of the ride home. Before we left, Panzer reminded me that I should bring the queen food based tribute, and that he was her official food taster.

#story time #when is a wolfdog not a wolfdog #when my mom doesn't pay enough attention to synonyms

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (CP 10)

Christian Pulisic x f!reader

Warnings: heavy swearing, angst, violence and fluff

A/N: as if it isn’t already obvious from where i was inspired to write this one shot (the connection between chris and maathp can’t be undone, but im glad)

Summary: you always counted on yourself to defend against the bullies and mean comments on the press, although now things have changed, as he will be the one saving you from running in the dark

“She’s only on the team because of her boyfriend being the captain. Otherwise she’d be in a B category”

“She has two left feet. Can’t even kick a ball properly”

“Poor Christian, hope he finds someone better than her”

“Pulisic being with a girl out of his league? Shameful.”

Usually, one would find me in our room crying my heart out and with my mind racing between ‘Would Chris be better without me?’ and ‘What must I do to improve myself’.

I’ve been receiving this comments ever since mine and Christian’s relationship was announced. We had the support of friends, family and teammates and from a big portion of the fans, but some of them bite back. They don’t like what they see.

Well, they mostly don’t want to see me.

Girls hate the fact that their favorite footballer is taken and boys think I’m privileged enough to be on the Women’s USA team.

I’ve always told Chris to not respond any of these. That they don’t affect me. But they do. They hurt and I am a human, not a fucking robot.

He always wants to reply or post something on his story about defending me and leaving us to our peace, but I tell him to stay back. I don’t want anyone to hate him or have him receive nasty comments. He surely doesn’t deserve this.

We were now at Cobham, while he was training, I was discussing with the team about our next session. I decided to take a break and just scroll through my insta. I recently posted a pic of me and the team, reaching the semi-final at Copa America and once again, they were there

“You did nothing”

“Useless player”

“Only there because of Chris”

“Just leave. We don’t need you”

“Next time, I will break your phone in half and throw it in a pond” I look up to see the constantly kind Mason.

He was the only one who knew about this ugly situation. Mostly because he once caught be crying at their changing room. It was one of my most vulnerable moments. And I was glad to have him there.

“Don’t tell Chris. Please. I am fine. I’ve been used to them”

“But you shouldn’t be. Let him help you. He can shut their mouths. I know you are strong but you shouldn’t have to put up with their bullshit”

Mason sat next to me, not removing his eyes from mine. We had grown very close and was my best friend. He knew that I wasn’t in a position to pressure Chris into doing something that may hurt him publicly.

“Maybe I will just disappear from social media. The fans will still see me at the club’s posts and I won’t bother seeing the comments. Problem solved” I shrugged and put my phone in my pocket.

“You shouldn’t have to limit yourself to please others. You will say, do and post whatever you want. They aren’t in your place to understand the worries and pains of this sport”

He is right. I do agree. But I can’t fight back this time. I fear that no matter what I say, it will come back at me like a boomerang. Fuck!

Before Mason gets on to continue, Christian comes up to us with Ben following him. He looks exhausted but also with a questionable look plastered on his face.

“Why hello, Y/N. What brings you around?” Ben greets me with a hug.

“Here to support the superstar. Plus, I’ll be leaving soon for the international games, so as much time as I spent with him, the better” I smile at my boyfriend who has his arms around my waist, softly kissing my collarbone.

“All the best! Hope the team does well. We have faith in ya!”

“Shall we get going babe?” Chris asked me, looking at the time on his phone.

I simply nodded my head smiling and collectively said goodbye to his two teammates, first to Ben and then Mason.

Once I finally was for the last time in Mason’s embrace he whispered in my ear ‘he loves you more than anything and would fight the world just to see you happy’

I held Christians hand in mine and walked back to his car. The ride despise it being silent, it was comforting as my eyes didn’t remove from his beautiful physique. I loved admiring him.

In Chris, I had found true love and compassion. Feelings I thought didn’t exist, until we met.

When we reached our house, Christian dropped his bag on the floor and immediately spoke up.

“Please talk to me” he sounded like pleading.

“What do you mean?” I knew what he meant. Very well!

“Baby let me help you. Mason has told me about the incident back in the changing rooms.”

“I’m a burden to you Chris. Nothing more. And I hate doing this to me” tears start escaping my eyes.

Christian instantly wrapped me in his arms tightly. “Your name in my mind, has as its synonym the word ‘love’. You could never be a burden. More like my source of happiness”

“People are judging you for being with me and telling you deserve better. Which you do. You’re deserving of the world.”

“But you are my world. I don’t want anything fucking else but you, my dear. Let them judge. They don’t know what a wonderful woman you are!”

“What if we-“

“Don’t you dare fucking finish this sentence. I will never leave you. And neither will you me. I will fight for you. I don’t give a single penny if they start hating on me or talking shit about me. As long as you’re with me, I can handle everything else”

Chris cupped my cheeks, not wanting to remove his hands from any part on my body. I knew that without him, I wouldn't feel safe or loved. It's a feeling that only one person can create. And I am more than thankful to have had this with him.

"I don't want to hurt you, I love you more than anything that I have. I do not wish for people to hate you just because of me. This is unfair."

My eyes are bloodshot red and a soft kiss lands on my lips, as Chris has the urge to prove something to me with that move.

"A kiss, a touch and a hug of yours, are the reasons I breathe. Without you, I would be hurt. Without you life would be meaningless. Football is my career but you are my present and certainly future. I love you, Y/N and I will fight the goddamn world for you. No one else, you hear me?"

"Can you hold me like this forever? From the moment we met, I have never wanted to stay in a place so badly" I cooed softly, hiding my head on his chest.

"Baby, we can stay like this forever. Since that's what we both want, then it stands. And I had no intention of letting you go any time soon. I have planned a lot of things for us"

At moments like these, you know that if the person in front of you, would guard you with his life no matter the case, they are your one true love.

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic fanfic

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awesomefringey · 7 months

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Sabine, I don't know where to start, but I think I figured out I'm bisexual. I'm in my thirties now and always thought I'm hetero. Had some hookups and relationships with boys. But at the same time I always had this... feeling... around some girls. I didn't know what it was, until recently, after binge-watching heartstopper. Being a Larrie for a few years and - because of that - learning so much about LGBTQ+ helped me figuring out, too.

I finally realised I had some serious crushes on some female friends back in school, and it broke my heart when our friendship ended back then. I just never understood why it hurt me so bad.

And now I was at this concert a few weeks ago and for the first time ever I flirted with a girl. It was so wonderful and I enjoyed it so much.

I think I'm beyond the confusing point in figuring out, but I just don't know what to do now. I don't want to come out too soon, I'm scared of being rejected and hated. And I feel kind of embarrassed, because I'm so "old" but so unexperienced with girls.

I told you all this because I always feel so safe while reading your blog. I hope I didn't bother you with my message.

Oh honey, you didn’t bother me at all. I’m so excited for you!!! 🩵 Look at you going out there and flirting with a cute girl!!! 😏

I don’t think it’s very unusual to figure these things out later in life, I wouldn’t be too worried about that.

I feel like sexuality should be more about the journey. My auntie was married (to a man) and had kids first, and when the relationship fell apart that’s when she first started dating women. She was much older than you at the time. She’s super happy and content in her life now, has a partner and a dog, and it all makes sense.

If someone is worth your time and interest, they will want to know about your journey, and they will bring the emotional maturity and empathy to respect it. You might be surprised and be coincidentally drawn to someone with a similar experience altogether.

And about coming out? Maybe involve those who truly matter to this journey first, those who won’t judge you, those who will cheer you on, those you would always confide in, so you’re not alone with this.

A proper coming out isn’t necessary at all for now, if there isn’t anyone to step out with. And your sexuality is private. Protect your heart and follow your gut. Unraveling something about yourself that was so deeply unknown to yourself for so long, is in itself a love story to enjoy. You’re so very much closer to you, that authenticity will give you a good indication of what should be done next. It’s all about you! 💋

#ask #sweet nonnie

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minaminokyoko · 2 years

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Fuck you, Love and Thunder: A Rant

Massive spoilers for Thor: Love and Thunder below.

I know this is going to fall in deaf ears, but I’m gonna fucking say it anyway—the decision to completely sideline, ignore, and downgrade Valkyrie in Love & Thunder was goddamn bullshit.

Look, I get it. Natalie Portman left the Thor franchise originally probably feeling underused and written as not much more than a cute damsel. I am fine if they decided that they wanted to bring her back and end Jane’s arc on what’s supposed to be a high note.

But that’s no excuse to demote Valkyrie into a fucking extra.

There was room for both of those characters to have had equal screentime and importance to the overall story. But they didn’t do that. They basically shoved Valkyrie into the Black Best Friend trope, like she hasn’t been there right by Thor’s side the entire time since he changed her mind and helped her value herself after years of being a bitter, angry drunkard on Sakaar. After all that they went through from Ragnarok to Endgame, Love and Thunder just decides that she doesn’t matter. She is given no meaningful scenes with Thor, or even on her own. She is literally cast in Jane’s shadow for the entire goddamn fucking film, like she isn’t even remotely important or relevant, and Jane is everything. The movie LITERALLY puts Jane Foster on a fucking pedestal to the point where she is Jesus—she “sacrifices” herself for our fucking sins and dies and the movie worships her for two straight hours while giving Valkyrie less than the bare minimum of screentime. She’s in the film so little and matters so little that I am enraged that they even decided to include Valkyrie in the movie at all.

And the final betrayal for me was gaslighting the audience by acting as if she had no sexual tension or romantic links to Thor.

I didn’t make that shit up. You didn’t either. None of us did. Thor and Valkyrie are the quintessential enemies to friends trope and had Natalie Portman not entered the picture, I am more than fucking certain they’d have gone from enemies to friends to lovers. There was a kiss filmed in Ragnarok that didn’t make the cut and then there was a deleted scene in Endgame where Thor wants to kiss Valkyrie, but she’s not emotionally ready yet and while she doesn’t go for it, she isn’t angry or upset with Thor for his feelings. She doesn’t reject him. She isn’t repulsed by him. She’s just not ready for that and it’s not portrayed in a light suggesting there isn’t a wealth of affection and trust between them. Prior to this film, Tessa Thompson, Chris Hemsworth, and Taika Waititi had said in interviews that there was sexual tension and attraction between the characters. Ragnarok itself has more than one teasing scene that there is an undercurrent of romance as they got to know one another.

And it’d be one thing if the film decided to let Valkyrie have her own damn arc with another woman or if she were interested in both Thor and Jane, given that she’s bisexual, but she didn’t get ANYTHING. She is literally so sidelined there is an actual scene of her just watching the two main leads wax on about their love while she has nothing to do with it, like she’s a goddamn glorified extra.

And I am goddamn fucking tired of watching black female characters get this kind of fucking treatment.

Do you know how many times as a black fangirl I have had to watch black women be sidelined or written out of the story or killed in favor of a white counterpart? The Thor franchise should fucking know better. Valkyrie is and always has been a phenomenal character. Everything she’s gone through with Thor should mean something and this movie spits in the face of all the black women who, like me, felt seen and appreciated and loved with how she was written in Ragnarok. It feels exactly like we’re being told we’re inferior to white women and we always will be because white women are the golden standard. Thor can’t possibly be polyamorous and be interested in a beautiful, strong, complicated black woman as well as Jane! No, no, he can only have eyes for perfect little Jesus Jane! If you were shipping him with Valkyrie, you’re wrong! Worship the Mighty Jane and forget you ever cared about Valkyrie at all because she’s a fucking second fiddle to the real hero of the Thor franchise, Jane.

And here’s the thing—I don’t even dislike Jane. She’s okay. She’s not given a fully formed personality and quirks and things that make her anything other than just an average character. Yes, she’s exceptionally smart and motivated, but other than that, what is it that makes her so interesting that the writers decided to ditch any development or relevance for Valkyrie? What in the hell made them feel that they couldn’t develop both women equally? Hell, what was even wrong with a love triangle where they ALL had reciprocated feelings for one another? We’ve seen love triangles before and we live in a world where polyamorous relationships can be healthy and the throuples can thrive and make each other happy. What the fuck would’ve been wrong with that idea?

I can’t fathom after all the work Taika and the writers of Ragnarok put into Valkyrie that they thought it was okay to just fucking ignore her and gaslight the audience into thinking she isn’t on Thor’s radar and that she isn’t important to him after being in the trenches with him. I wanted to know how things were going with her as king. I wanted to know how the relationship and friendship with Thor progressed. I wanted to know more about her past. I wanted to know more about her future.

But Love and Thunder essentially told me to go fuck myself. Instead of all that representation and relevance, I should just know my place and worship at the altar of Jesus Jane.

So fuck you, Love and Thunder. From the bottom of my heart, kiss my black ass. I am tired of being treated this way as a black fangirl. Black women are magic. We are just as fucking worthy as anyone else and I am furious the franchise wrote such an incredible character and then did a 180 and bailed on everything about her in order to elevate Jane instead of devoting equal time to both women. As far as I’m concerned, this movie doesn’t exist. I’ve wiped it from my memory and don’t acknowledge it.

#Thorkyrie #rant

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Part 1 of my thoughts:

In the first sentence alone I can tell you have a large knowledge of words, the use of “agitated” “pulsating” and “incessantly” reminds me of when I use to have to look up words to try and replace smaller more common words. The language you use in all of your writings (and I have read MANY of them) always makes yours stories so captivating. The story of king Nebuchadnezzar II and his wife is so cute! Him having an entire building made because she was homesick and he wanted to make her happy is so sweet! They’re really setting the standards high. I love how detailed you got when describing the hanging gardens too, I actually don’t know much about the hanging gardens and it was very interesting to learn a bit about the water system. The introduction of Darius made me know something crazy was going to happen. The relationship between Darius and Bessus is so entertaining. Darius calling Bessus detestable and Bessus clearly getting amusement from Darius’s stress really shows that they’re family, it just gives such sibling vibes in a way. Our introduction to Darius! I love getting praise from people who haven’t even met us❤️. Darius being so hesitant to kidnap us makes me think that he’s probably gonna have a somewhat civil maybe even nice relationship with us. Maybe he’ll kind of take us under his wing since we’re pregnant and a useful hostage. Also Darius telling Bessus not to hurt us was so hpwnwid and you adding “lethal” in there as a way to really make him sound serious was BRILLIANT! Darius calling his servant(I think it was a servant but it could have been a soldier or someone else sorry) to use him to calm down is so fun because we know Roman’s were not straight, especially when men had to go off for war. I really like how sympathetic you made us seem for the women but also not in a way that was stupid. We feel bad and wish it didn’t have to be like this but we also know what it’s the Roman age and certain things are inevitable BUT we also are willing to use the power that we have over Alexander (even if it isn’t much right now and if we aren’t even very aware of it) to help fellow women. You really make us seem like a relatable and genuinely good hearted person, we aren’t too good to where it’s unrealistic but also not bad to where we are a villain(tbh I haven’t seen anything so far that suggest we are or will be a bad person. Unless you count our whole situation with Perdicass I guess but to me that was just more unfortunate and sad) I LOVE the part where Sisygambis mistakes Hephaestion as the king and Hephaestion is just like 😳. I’m glad Alexander didn’t get upset, shows he has some humor and patience. I wonder what he meant when he said Hephaestion was also Alexander? Again I love the way we are introduced. This is our first time reading our girl being presented as queen and clearly Alexander isn’t shy about us which I love. I wonder if we told the women it wasn’t necessary to bow because we still feel like how we did in the other world? Maybe not physically and even a little mentally but mostly we still feel like a regular person and haven’t completely processed the fact that we have status now. I enjoyed her saying that though It really reminds me of shows where when someone gets a lot of power all of a sudden (like in reign for example) and their friends try to bow but they don’t let them because they want to be treated normal and as if they aren’t better than everybody by someone. We’ve hit the pregnancy arc! I can’t wait to read about not only ours but Alexander and the generals reactions to the news once it is confirmed. I feel sad for my girl that Perdicass is distancing himself from us. I understand why to be honest. It sounds like one of those situations where one person just can’t handle seeing the other being happy without them or really just seeing them at all while knowing they can’t be together. Us not willing to risk getting closer to Perdicass because we might be pregnant just reminded me that Alexander is going to get married to other women (obviously we will still be his favorite/#1)

I always look for new words, both in English and Portuguese, when writing so I don't repeat words so much. This was a tip I received from a teacher years ago. I'm glad you noticed that! :)

I love the story of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon! Even though there are no records that it actually existed, I find the story fascinating and wanted to share it with you! And talk a little about its engineering, why not? 🥰

Darius and Bessus have a complicated relationship. I kind of based it on what I have with one of my sisters, but we love each other. It will be explored further, especially Darius' future interactions with our girl! And yes, he will be kinder to her and treat her well. Not only is she a powerful hostage but she is pregnant and Darius doesn't want to hurt her.

Yes! Unfortunately that was the reality and although we can't change it, our girl can try to do something. This interaction between Hephaestion and Sisygambis is one of my favorite moments in the story! And the best thing is knowing that it really happened! It shows a fun side to Alexander and the extent of his relationship with Hephaestion.

Alexander is proud to show off his Queen and will do so to anyone if he gets the chance. She is still a normal girl, a Queen, but she still has her origins within her and finds it strange to have people bowing down to her.

Her relationship with Perdiccas has really changed, but maybe things will get better. Or maybe not... 👀

#ask #❤️

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nickydestati · 2 years

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duolingo tog prompts #19

It’s been a long, long time, but I missed this so much and hope to be a little more active again in the near future. Anyway, this prompt inspired me so much, so have this little fic. I hope you enjoy it!! 💖

prompt: you want to forget me (ti vuoi dimenticare di me)

Nicolò feels like throwing up. He wipes his sweaty palms on his trousers for what feels like the hundredth time.

Now. He’s going to ask it now. Okay, now then. On second thought, perhaps in a minute would be better.

Why is this so damn hard?

He knows why, of course. Because he has wrongfully besieged Yusuf’s home and killed him in the most horrifying ways possible. Because he has been a monster and would have to spend all his infinite lifetimes to atone for what he has done before he could ever be forgiven. Because asking Yusuf to stay together even though they have found the two women from their dreams and there is absolutely no sane reason for Yusuf to spend one more heartbeat in Nicolò’s abhorrent presence is the epitome of hubris.

What has possessed him to even consider this plan?

He has come to know Yusuf’s kind heart. His warmth, his ever-smiling eyes. He has mistaken his innate kindness for something else, something impossible. He is a fool for putting so much hope in his delusions.

But it seems he has been a fool all his life. One more day won’t make a difference, will it?

It has to be now. Andromache and Quynh are out on a personal errand for a couple of days, and he doesn’t know if such an opportunity will present itself again in time.

God, this is worse than dying.

He opens his mouth to ask his question, the question, nerves sizzling through his body, but to his surprise, Yusuf speaks first.

“Tomorrow it is, then?” he asks, his eyes fixed on the flames between them. His voice sounds heavy, dragging the evening air down.

For a moment, Nicolò is too confused to speak. “Tomorrow is what?”

“The day we say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.”

The ground tilts beneath Nicolò’s feet. He feels like throwing up again, but for entirely different reasons. This can’t be happening.

But Nicolò knows this is the only possible course of reality. Any other scenario is just a feeble figment of his pathetic imagination. The way Yusuf avoids meeting his gaze only confirms it. That blankness in his usually vibrant eyes is only ever reserved for Nicolò.

It was foolish to think, even for but a second, that he could ever be worthy of forgiveness.

So he swallows the burning tears down and says, “Very well.”

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Nicolò has always been a light sleeper. So when a twig breaks somewhere to his left, he opens his eyes to see Yusuf slipping away into the night.

Is this how it will be? No goodbye at all? Only waking to an emptiness as consuming as the void sky up above?

No, that can’t be. That isn’t Yusuf at all. There must be a reason for his secret departure. There must be. Maybe Yusuf is in danger. Maybe he has to settle a score with some culprit they dealt with a couple of towns ago.

Without a second thought, Nicolò rises and follows.

After a long while, when the shimmering surface of water emerges in the distance, his heart grows cold.

Quynh has told him stories of the lands they were traveling through. She told him of a hidden pond. If you drink from its waters, it will take away your memories.

He watches when Yusuf reaches the banks. He watches as he kneels and scoops up water in the cup of his palms.

No.

Yusuf jumps up, scimitar drawn.

With a start, Nicolò realizes he said that aloud. He comes out of the shadows and Yusuf’s expression turns into one of incredulity.

“You followed me.” An accusation.

“I’m sorry,” Nicolò says. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t in danger. I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m immortal, it’s a bit difficult for me to get into any serious danger.” Yusuf looks exhausted as he lowers his sword and turns to the pond again. “You can go back to the camp now, I will be there shortly.”

“I don’t think you will, though.” Nicolò’s voice is so soft it’s hardly audible over his hammering heart. “You want to forget me.”

It is only fair. Nicolò knows that. It is only fair Yusuf wants to forget the man who caused him such pain and misery. And if this is what Yusuf wants and what is best for him, then Nicolò will not stand in his way.

“I understand,” Nicolò says. “Please let me help you. Let me stay and guide you back to the camp and make sure you are safe until Andromache and Quynh are there for you. Then I will leave and you’ll never have to see me again. I promise.”

Yusuf’s back is rigid and unmoving.

“For what it’s still worth,” Nicolò continues, “I am sorry for all I have done. I am sorry I have robbed you of your home and your people and your happiness. I am sorry I wasn’t the man I am now. And I am sorry that you had to be the one to make me better. I don’t expect to ever deserve forgiveness, but I don’t intend to stop trying either. I hope it makes you feel a little better that my eternal life will be spent in atonement for what I have done to you. Or at least, that you will feel better for this little while you will remember.”

Ever so slowly, Yusuf turns. Nicolòs eyes widen as he sees the tears on Yusuf’s cheeks, the painful desperation in his eyes.

“You think that’s why- Nicolò, I-” He looks away for a moment and breathes deep. When he meets Nicolò’s eyes again, Nicolò’s breath stills at the rawness on his face. “I want to forget you because I love you.”

All the air is sucked away from the sky.

“I want to forget you because I don’t think I can bear missing you.”

Maybe he’s still asleep. Yes, that must be it. He will probably wake up soon.

“I know it’s selfish,” dream-Yusuf continues. “But I just-” His voice breaks. “I just can’t miss you, Nicolò. I just can’t.”

Any moment now.

“Please say something, Nicolò,” Yusuf says quietly.

“This is all a dream,” is the only thing Nicolò can say, because going along would hurt all the more.

Yusuf blinks and seems taken aback. “I’m sorry I have appalled you. I’ll drink now and then we can each go our-”

“No!” Nicolò hastily puts a step forward. “No, please. That’s not what I meant. I’m a monster and I’ve wronged you in more ways than there are stars in the sky. There’s no way you could ever say such things, because it’s exactly what I long for you to say. No, it’s more than I would ever dare to hope for. So this must all be a dream. There’s no other explanation.”

While Nicolò is rambling, Yusuf comes closer until they stand so close together Nicolò can count all Yusuf’s laughter lines. Nicolò falls silent as a cold, damp hand takes his own. He looks down at their entwined fingers, wide-eyed.

A gentle finger guides his chin up until he meets warm, glowing eyes. “This is not a dream, Nicolò.”

Soft lips touch his own and Nicolò melts.

Yusuf is here, Yusuf is real, and Yusuf loves him back.

#joenicky #yusuf x nicolo #joe x nicky #immortal husbands #the old guard #tog #the old guard fanfic #tog fic #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #usertriz #i don't dare tagging anyone else because it's been so long 🙃#duolingo prompts #hegel writes

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Wopez x Chenford Double date

AO3 is down so here is a little one shot of a double date between Wopez and Chenford. (Ill post it to my a03 when it is working again lol) PLEASE let me know how this is, i dont always like my own writing.

Tim and Lucy are waiting outside Ravina waiting for their friends to show up. A couple minutes later Wesley and Angela pull up beside Tim’s truck, Angela gets out “sorry have you guys been waiting long? Patrice was a little late getting Jack” smiles are exchanged and Lucy says “no, we weren’t waiting long at all”

They all four walk in “reservation for four under Evers” Wesley says to the host, the man looks at his computer for a second, and says “we have your table right this way” they all then followed the man to a table, they sat, women on one side men on the other across from their partners.

They all sat comfortably for a second, and Angela gives Wesley a look, then looks over at Tim, “ok Tim, when was your first date with Lucy?” Wesley “Angela that isn’t our business” he looks at Tim “you don’t have to answer that” Angela looks at both of them like she is about to kill them, Tim laughs a little and then “no offense Wes, but I am more afraid of her than I am of you” Wesley taking a drink of his water “for that I don’t blame you” Angela clears her throat “Tim, I asked you a question” he sighs “do you remember a few months ago when we were here and there was the stabbing”

Angela Laughs “you two weren’t on a soft undercover because of drugs, you were on a date” Angela questions. Both Lucy and Tim were silent for a second, Angela looks between them looks right at Lucy and says “and the undercover story was your idea” Tim looked offended “hey how do you know I didn’t come up with the story” Angela laughed “because I’ve known you long enough to know that you aren’t that creative” everyone at the table shared a little laugh at Tim’s expense.

Angela looks across the table at Wesley “I win” Wesley smiles and shakes his head, Tim and Lucy are utterly confused, Tim asks “what did you win exactly?” Angela looks between Tim and Lucy and says “oh, I won the betting pool if when ya’ll got together” both Tim and Lucy at the same time “the what” Angela started laughing, “ok, so a few of us had a bet going on about when ya’ll would get together, and I won”

Both Tim and Lucy were stunned. So Lucy asked “who is some of us exactly” Angela said “so it started with just Wes and Me a long ass time ago actually, then Nyla over heard it, then James, and the some how Aaron got roped in, ha he thought he was gonna win”

Tim is looking playfully offended at this point “you’re my best friend and you were betting on my love life?” Angela looks over at him and laughs “aren’t you proud of me for winning?” he rolled his eyes at her and asked “so what exactly was this bet?”

Angela took a deep breathe and said “ok so Wes and I started it back when I was pregnant with Jack, I could see the writing on the wall, but you guys were still TO and rookie and Tim would never cross that line I know that, but then after that I still saw it, but y’all were just blind” she chuckled Lucy looked lovingly at Tim and then turned to Angela “wait, you thought there was something between us back when you were pregnant?”

Angela laughs, “are you kidding, of course I did, I could see how he looked at you, but I knew he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself yet so I didn’t push it, until y’all went undercover that is” Angela said as she smirked at Tim.

Lucy looked questioningly between the two of them “what?” Tim took a deep breath and sighed, “ so the practice kissing we did for going undercover, I told her about it and she asked me if I had feelings for you, and I told her no and she didn’t believe me” to which Angela said “because you were being a lying liar who lies” they all 4 laughed at that statement.

The waiter came by, they all ordered. Wesley chimed in “oh you guys, we have a question for you two” Tim and Lucy looked at both of them “what’s up man” Tim asked, “so we want to go away in a few weeks, last time we went we left Jack with my mom, we were hoping the two of you might wanna take him for the weekend?” Lucy and Tim looked at eachother, lucy is excited and Tim can tell, so he answers for them “of course, we would love to” they all smiled and Angela piped up with “it’ll be good practice” she said with a smirk at both of them as they both choked on their water a little bit.

Wesley said “Ang, I think you’re making them nervous, let them take their relationship at their own pace” Tim and Angela laughed and then Angela said “actually, in all reality I think I can say this now, Lucy here is the only person that Tim has dated that I actually thought was good for him” she said with a ‘mater of fact’ tone as she drank her water.

Lucy looked shocked “thank you, but wait really, you met all his exes, Isobel, Rachel, and Ashley” Angela looked at both Tim and Lucy, took a deep breath, then looked Lucy in the face and said, “Isobel was good for him until she wasn’t, Rachel was good but I had a feeling it wouldn’t last, especially once she moved, and Ashley, well dear lord I can write a book on why I didn’t like her” both Lucy and Tim were shocked, and Wesley with a firm tone said “Angela” Angela shrugged and said “Listen, any woman who tries to convince Tim Bradford to retire before HE is ready to, is not the woman for him period” she said with a firm voice. They all just laughed for a minute.

The food arrived, they all sat and ate, and then Angela pipes up “listen, I know it’s a bit soon, but when y’all get married I expect to be in the wedding party” to which Wesley just gives her the ‘you’re going to far again’ look and Lucy just looks at Tim and looks back at Angela and says “of course” then Lucy looks back at Tim and they shared a smile.

Angela looks at Wesley and said “by the way, that look right there that they are sharing, they’ve looked at each other like that for 2 years, that is why I knew they had feelings for each other, you don’t share looks like that with someone you don’t have strong feelings for” everyone smiled.

They kept eating, and Lucy chuckled a little looked at Tim and said “this is definitely better than our last double date” Tim laughed and said “yeah that’s for sure” to which Wesley asked “what happened on your last double date?”

Tim and Lucy Laughed Lucy said “well he was with Ashley, it was my first date with Chris, but the two of us ended up talking most of the night, and it was super awkward for Ashley and Chris”

Wesley looked at everyone and said “well that just further proves Angela’s theory that the two of you probably have had feelings for eachother a lot longer than either of you are willing to admit to”

Angela looked at Wesley, “im so proud of you” Tim rolled his eyes, “what do you mean by that tho Wes?” he chuckled “because Lucy just admitted the two of you were on dates with other people, but you basically acted like you were on a date with each other” they all laughed.

Lucy was looking at everyone at the table, she really was happy with Tim, she was happy here with their friends. Tim looked at Lucy and smiled, he knew in his heart she was it, he will never love after her.

#wopez #chenford #fanfiction

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