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swampwart · 6 months

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its only been two hours!

if i dont bog myself down with work, i think of you

i cannot escape you, oh i really really dont want to

i wish that dream was real i wish it was fucking real

i cant forgot how you kissed me

i wish you kissed me

i love your lips, i miss when you'd stare at mine wheneber we spoke

i want you back and im so deeply ashamed about this

this is not what i thought it would be

breaking up was suppose to get rid of all these feelings

but now.i feel all of them, just without having you

i cannot have you in my heart like this

i cannot keep ranting to you in brain about jow horrible my emotional life is and how badly i just want to reach over, hold me, rub my spine again and tell me its all going to be okay with such raw confidence it was like god told you or something

ive never dreamed about anyone before, not even him

but you have entered my escape so vividly and in such detail i cannot ignore it

it tricks me into thinking its real life

like you were actually upset i ever made a joke about taking another man's name and you wrapped your arms around me when i told you w out prompt i was only jokinh

in my dream that didnt reassure you either

you asked me "are you crushing on anyone else right now?" and i giggled and said "noo" w a knowing eye and you got nervous and looked to the side and forced out a laugh "noo thats not okay, we need to find you someone" then you took me by the wrist and had me speak to a guy

all i could do was watch you while you laughed at everything he said, and i think i was just happy i was with you

(he didnt even have a face, yet i could see the peak of your cheekbone that causes the depression beneath your eye)

later on i went home w a beautiful girl, tough and thick in every aspect, in a sick way i cannot deny het beauty

she was into me, i think we wanted this to go somewhere,, her friend had set us up and were hung out alone in rug covered room with a mirror and magical beads,, and she spoke with a tough sarcasm that ive gotten used to over the years, i dont think i looked at her long

then you came in, light in your weight and smiling lile ive never seen. Im use to this i think, but something hurt inside so far down and so unimportantly, i just focused on that you were happy. And you began to recount to me the tome you had, laughing the whole time, and i asked you "are you drunk" and in your beautiful, biteless irony you said "nooo maybe judt a little champagne" and we laugjed anf i was so happy to be wuth you, giggling in out own language rven thoigh i hear you speak this way with everyone. In dream and now, shamefully for my own comfort, i will believe it is special when you do it with me

and you held my hand and played with my fingers while you pattered on, and swinging your head this way and that, and in a moments confusion we forgot who we were and you kissed me.

That moment convinced me this dream was real. Your lips left a session on mine that felt so real. I know i felt pressure, i know i did. At that moment,i was convinced it was because we really did kiss. Now i know itd because our last kiss, whenbeer that was, has not left my lips this whole time. That kiss we had, whenvef that was, has traveled through time and told me we are still in embrace.

i was left in a daze after that, and i heard you gasp and laugh and say "oh i forgot!" and take hold of my second hand. But i stared off, with a dopey smile growing all over my face. Thid whole dream I've felt so tired, my eyebags leading the way. But that kiss sparked rhe rest of my physical existence, and golden light rippled along my skin, into my brain, and swayed its way across my eyes. I heard angels singing, the muses, everything that comes witj a golden kiss. I was so happy. And i agreed with you and said "dont worry about it,"

latter on, the girl saw us and was less than impressed. You were layed across your back (your hair was parted in the most stunning way) and playing with my fingers. My exhaustion was back, but it did not matter to me when i was with you. And she asked what my boyfriend was doing here, and i told her "its complicated" while focused entirely on you playing with my hands.

And she told me she doesnt do cheaters, and i told her dont worry about it. I said before you walked into the room i had a boyfriend, so she assumed it was you. I told her "this isnt him," and it confused her more. She sat down and began to do her make up and in a distance, maybe even hurt, but still open manner. And i turned my attention away for a while, sadly my back to you, and i asked her if she knew what polyamory is. And she adjusted in her seat, squinting her eyes as she tried to think, then we spoke at the same time, it isn't / is it, "what the mormans do." I told her that was paligamy and involed religion and stuff we didn't jave here. She nodded along, confused, partly wanting to understand and partly wanting to leave, and i was fine with that.

Then i think someone walked in for you. I think it was him. And then you were gone. You where gone snd i think my dreamself felt there was no point to remember the dream anymore. Now ive woken up, sad, confused, happy, and feeling so stupid.

i cant decide if i want all of this to be real or not. I do, hell i want you so bad, its such a deep seeded need in me, i dont know what to do. But what the hell am i doing. what the hell am i doing. I have a boyfriend, but shit i think its getting rocky. Im makinh mistakes, he is too. And im so scared. And i just want comfort. Like a child i just want to be held and told itsnall going to be okay. And everytime i think about it, im always telling you. Im always telling you.

i miss you so much, i miss you more than anything

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Hey friend! Just wanted to check in on you? How’s everything going? Feeling any better? If not I’m here if you need to talk! ♥️ just dropping by to let you know you’re not alone and we are here! Hoping you are feeling better!

Update: school has messed up my sleep schedule. And they can’t be doing that to me. I’m 29, I can’t bounce back like I use to when I was younger with little sleep. Lol I get grumpy and cranky 😂 also my roommates birthday is today, and she turned 21. 😅 and they were listening to 2000’s music and said it was classics. And that made me feel ancient for sure. lol even thought 29 isn’t even old. But man that made me feel it for sure!

Oh also I saw you’re bi?! Me too! And when I came out to my parents, my mom was totally cool with it. She seriously said “that’s nice sweetheart, but what do you want for lunch and I still love you no matter what.” She’s an angel. But I almost killed my dad. He’s not a fan of being gay and everything. So when I came out to him, I was so nervous we would get into an argument so I hurried and told him “ hey dad, I’m bi.. anyways, Jurassic park is on” and I didn’t look at him when I said that, so I had no idea he was taking a bite out of his sandwich and he starts choking. Like legit choking. I almost had to go give him the Heimlich! I was freaking out thinking if he died the news would be like “bisexual killed dad for liking both genders” and yeah. It was a bit chaotic.

I was hoping that made you laugh or smile just a little to brighten your day/ night since I’m not sure what time it is for you! Lol but anyways I hope you are doing good!

Fun fact again. I found out today I have a golden retriever personality.. lol it reminded me of bokuto for some reason!

Here’s a visual of me cheering for you! 👇🏻

♥️♥️♥️♥️

Hi cherry!!! Ahhh I'm doing MUCH better thankfully! Just getting into a new routine is hard for me and everyone in the house. Honestly I'm so excited for the weekend because we don't have to get up 🤣 I suffer from pretty severe depression and anxiety and sometimes I just really get in my head about things but thankfully I've been able to accomplish stuff this week so I've been in a MUCH better mood 🥰

Ok I feel the bounce back thing 😅 I'm 33 and a nightowl. So lile getting me up before 9am is hard. Unfortunately when you have kids who ride a bus, you need to get up at 6am 😫 so I'm just over here being the whole cast of the walking dead. My oldest kiddo asked me if he could make my coffee in the morning and I'm like "😐😑 sounds suspicious what do you want?" 😅

Also, oh to be 21 again!! I sometimes miss those days when I'd go out every thursday-saturday drinking. Like I'm pretty sure my iunity is so strong from all the UV I use to drink 😫

Someone once called the early 2000's "vintage" and I about said "✌🏻 out life I'm done". Then someone more ruined by saying "wow you were born in the 1900s 😱" and I went thought the entire spectrum of emotions with just that one statement.

Ahhh I freaking love the bi-pride support! Honestly we live for supportive family, parents, friends, whomever! I'm so proud of you for telling them!! I honestly haven't told my parents and I probably never will 😅 I have supportive parents but at this moment I don't feel like I need to tell them. I'm currently on a hiatus from dating and relationships until I can figure out exactly what I want so basically my plan is to bring someone home say "Hey this is my partner" and go from there 😅 but again I am the Oikawa of my family so I live for drama!

Also yes we loove the Bokuto energy!! My personality type is ESFP which is also Bokuto's personality type! You and I probably are very similar then 😍 honestly poor Akaashi, man's has got to be exhausted 🤣

#my lovely bbys #cherry blossom29

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naranciiiasolos · 6 months

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the day i took senior photos made me actually want to kms. that day i felt so ugly and big. i felt like everything was so ugly. i remember thinking when i saw my friends having their photo taken “ wow they all just naturally look pretty “ after my photos were taken i actually felt like crying in that moment. i saw them and just wanted to burst into tears because i literally thought i looked so ugly. i hated everything. i hated how shiny my face was, i hated how my eyes looked i hated how my smile looked crooked i hated my double chin. i hated everything. i hated how big i looked no matter what. but i thought to myself “ hey no its ok cause when you get home you can show these photos to your mom and dad and they’ll call you pretty “ i came home already feeling super shitty about myself. i show my mom the photos and she just stared. i showed my dad and showed him the one i choose and he just went “ i dont like the one you picked “ i kinda laughed it off and walked away and went straight to my room. i ripped those photos. i locked myself in my room for like 4 hours literally just crying and telling myself how much i hated myself. i dont know why. like yea i still feel lile this but why was i so damn dramatic. i think i just wanted somebody to call my pretty that day. i usut wantef to hesr one nice thing about me. thats what i dont like about myself. i feel like im ugly because people dont call me pretty. im slowly starting to like the way i look. im kinda learning to love my double chin and my stomach. sl its improvement. but i still need to get diet. back in 2017-2022 my dad liked to have these conversations with me about my weight. i always hated them but ik hes just looking out for me. i just dont like the way he does it. he liked to compare me and sisters weight a lot. he actually compared me to my sister a lot. my sister noticed it too. i love my sister. we never show much affection towards each other. we almost never hug or say i love you. but i think we both just know. we never have to say it. i miss her. shes the only thing that keeps me sane tbh. she was a huge comfort to me back in 2020. she didnt have to say anything. just knowing shes listening or is by my side is enough for me. i was listening to an old playlist i made back in 2020 whoch made me remember everything that happened that year. somebody came out for me to my parents. my parents are cool with it i think. idk i just remember my dad having a talk woth my sister and me in their room. when they called me into their room i got the feeling that they knew. so i already expected my dad’s reaction. he was mad that i didnt tell them first. i didnt want to. i was scared that everything was going to change. i didnt want it to change. i didnt want them to look at me differently. i was scared they were going to completely stop talking to me. they mentioned it jn the past. so ofc i wasnt going tk tell them. i remember having a full on oanic attack. i literally couldnt breath. i was crying a whole bunch. i was suffocating. i was terrified about what he was going to tell me. after he went on gis rant he stopped talking to me. until the next day. he walked into my room and told me he loved me no matter what he just didnt want me to such a big decision early on into my life. the thing is i knew since i was in 7th grade. ive just been questioning if i felt the same about men. i still dont know but i remember him crying and telling me how he was sorry for how he acted. he hugged me and it was like a 10 min hug. i love my dad. but that year i was kinda pushed away from him my dads relationship with me kinda changed. he seemed more distant from me. he has gotten better. in fact hes a lot more accepting. we just havent talked about that incident since. tbh idk how i even got here. but i think i need therapy. but i really feel embarrassed of telling my parents

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elinaline · 3 years

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I don't know why but this evening I'm having flashbacks of me in highschool, physically ill with anxiety every morning, and picking a perfume with scents of vanilla and orange because it's fragrances that evokes a happy morning and I'd noticed the people I cared about were grumpy in the morning and I wanted them to have a reason to smile at the start of their day. They were so brave that kid, folded in two in pain every single day while desperately forcing themself to listen in class and be the best possible, and thinking of the well-being of people they could already see abandoning them.

#highschool was not always great and i was also healing of the hell that was middle school #and i was really annoying and opinionated and overbearing but fuck i just remembered making that decision #lile having a friend tell me that me smiling when i saw them in the morning brightened their day so i made the conscious decision to Be Here #even though at the same time i could see my friends' grouo get bored of me #i dont want to forget this kid ok. they were struggling but they were trying so hard and im so happy they did because im here now #ive become a person and i would never have liked the person ive become if they hadnt been tryong ten years ago #rambling #i dont know why i thought of that memory but it came REALLY VIVIDLY

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cooloddball · 3 years

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Someone submitted something in my inbox and they wanted to remain anonymous. Since this is an extremely long essay, I will put it under the cut. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

xxx submitted: hey, i was the one who ask what do you think of Misha and Jensen's current relationship First off all thank you for your answear it means much to me cause im easy to be convice and this person who keep telling me that they are no longer friends can be so convicing, so I'm actully trying to forget what she said 😅 so I'm just writing a few. she said that since they no longer work together, they will forget about each other, and do their common things like the gay jokes, face touches ect. With other people, and neglect each other, don't talk to each other, and then meet new people who will replace the other. And and she talked about the gish thing, she said she sure they didn't talk since the end of the series, because Jensen didn't know where Misha was and Misha didn't know about the Radio Company vol 2 (but i saw people say that, they were just pretending, because Misha liked something about Radio Company Vol 2, before the gish live, so in theory he already knew then or something like that) and She said Misha wrote a poem about Darius not Jensen and now I will write down what she sent me : I saw a post about Jensen's current activities on social media, and I've come to the conclusion the only person he doesn't interact with is mish. Sadly this makes my break up theory even stronger. I feel like this is a goodbye to one of the biggest parts of my life. They've moved on from "uk what I haven't told you today? That i love u"+ from "miss my only jensen" from "i love u misha i mean it from the bottom of my heart" from "jensen has no flaws" from "misha is the funniest thing ever happened to me" from all that love and affection from everything they developed together and now they're apart leaving their lives like nothing happened and call me a dramatic but they both have the same energy now as someone has after a big break up. and Jensen comments on almost every of his friend’s post except Misha’s"+ Jenmish is genuinely the best thing that has ever happened in my entire life. I owe them literally everything. They're the reason i hold on. Unfortunately on this essay i have to start using past tense verbs for them, and i have to continue on that. I don't know for how long y'all been in spn fandom. But even if u joined one year before the show ended you'd know how close and intimate jensen and misha were. Everything about them was unmatched.+ The chemistry and how they just fit eachother. They had always been all over eachother. Like they were holding on eachother for dear life. They completed eachother and were like world's most powerful thing. They were the definition of soulmatism. No matter where, they ALWAYS kept interacting with eachother. Each possible tweet or insta post. On cons that the other wasn't there, the other one would bring up the othere's name for no absolute reason. +The looks and repeated love confessions. How invested they were both into eachother. The family they had built together cuz we know how close dee and mish are (look all the charity work they've been doing together recently). There are youtube videos to proof everything I've said so far.When i say break up, my real intention is that they've grown apart. Everything started in the the third or forth month of pandemic. Before than jensen used to interact +(comment mostly) on almost all of misha's posts. But after a while everything just stopped. At first personally didn't care that much. Bcuz I believed too much in them that I thought not even the gods above could separate them. I told myself maybe they spend long hours chatting or video calling and that's why online public interactions are gone. But as it passed it almost diminished to zero. Except some likes from jackles and eventual ones from misha there weren't anything else.+ We got absolutely no content and the show went off too. We were helpless and were sticking to everything we had Dee had a big social media shot down, so as jensen. Misha was busy with the election. We got some interviews for it with all of them. But we didn't get much.except remember both of them pulling a bff

move. and texted eachother during an online con where everyone else were dead-serious about politics? That flickered something in me. That showed me that+ they can't ever possibly let eachother go. And the times everyone else were talking and these too would just talk random things together (the one jackels had a white hat on with stacy abraham).And then Misha posted that for jensen's bday We really overlooked it. That shit was too intimate. To close. Fav march baby? U just don't go around and called ur bestie baby and when u mean it deeply. Especially not when ur friend is jensen ackles the "I suffered form internalized homophobia my whole life+ but fuck my wife's an angel and i have an angel bf too and another angel which is his wife but I'd rather die than come out cuz my asshole dad pulled a John winchester on me". It doesn't work like that. But uk how mish is. Carefree and open. I believe they got into a fight bcuz of this. He didn't even like the post. AND that was when the tiny bit of interactions we had was gone too. For a while jensen didn't even liked his posts. After a month it started again.What made me finally believe in that they had grown too+ far: I still remember the night misha posted that he and jensen were going to have a con for gish together. I remember how hard I cried. Lile the whole world was given to me. But deep down in my heart I knew that something would definitely happen. It didn't sit right with me and unfortunately my senses never lie to me. Jensen showed up at the wrong time bcuz of misunderstanding the time zones (this was HILARIOUS). That's not even my point.+ I've seen that interview 3 times so far. It always reminds me of when i saw my ex at a party and we were both so thrilled to see eachother and we still loved the other dearly, but we just couldn't work it out. Jensen and Misha's expressions were EXACTLY the same. The genuine smiles and longs pauses were they just stared at eachother. I'm so happy that it was online cuz if they actually gave that looks to eachother standing right next to the other one I would've collapsed. Misha didn't know that jensen's album+ was out. And he got so embarrassed when he found it out. He didn't know that jensen was on set and hadn't been home for 8weeks. Jensen had no idea where misha was. And this means that they hadn't talked in a long long time.When you're that close with someone for more than a decade, i mean THAT close, even if u're separated from eachother you'd at least check on the once a week, or at least once in two weeks. But it was vividly clear that they hadn't. I hate how this world works. They would always be in my heart.+ I would be thankful from them for everything. It hurts, and it won't stop and im so sure I'd be carrying this pain for a long time. They mean too much to a lot of us. Sometimes I think to myself that god i love them so much. Remember in 2019 when we used to get SO many jenmishdee interactions? That was LIT. It was THEE year for us. I hope they're doing good. I really do. I hope we don't get more proofs and I won't have to update this thread. Cuz my heart won't be taking it very+ well.Something i gotta add U may say that Jensen's busy and that's why he doesn't comment. But he comments on a lot of jared and his new costar's posts. So that's no excuse. So yeah that's it. I don't know what am I supposed to think. english isn't my native language, so sorry for the mistakes

Here is my response:

I don't know who this person who has been talking to is but I have to say they seem to be project their previous relationship experience on cockles.

I believe Jensen and Misha are okay and are together. Social media likes and comments don't mean anything. I mean it's not like Jensen or Misha used to comment on each other's posts before. Jensen didn't even wish Dee Happy Mother's Day this year, does that mean they are not together anymore? Nope. He has other best friends he has known for over 20 years like Jason Manns, Steve Carlson etc that he doesn't wish happy birthday, does that mean they are not friends anymore.

Please let's not put value on social media likes. I don't even follow my own family on sm and I don't always like or comment on my bf's or bff's posts on sm. So it doesn't mean anything.

As for the Gish Panel, I have talked about it before, the time Jensen was slotted to attend the panel, he was meant to answer fan questions. I honestly believe they decided to not do it at that time because they knew the questions would be about Destiel and not their new projects. If you watched that panel, Misha knew that Jensen's album was out as I pointed out. He was just trying to promote the album and soldier boy. He knew Jensen had also buffed out. It was all to promote Jensen. Anything else you hear is trolls and antis just being loud. Also don't forget Jensen called him "babe".

If Jensen and Misha weren't okay, he wouldn't have attended or participated all those panels Misha organized especially for Gish. Danneel also posts a lot about RA and likes Misha's posts. I am 100% Misha visited the Ackles when he went to Colorado last month.

Stop listening to trolls and/or antis or just people who are projecting and look at facts.

#submissions #cockles

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nctrsn20 · 3 years

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Starbucks and Movie

CHARACTERS ― Winwin (WAYV), Chua Nina Liling, Hendery (WAYV), Lucas (WAYV)

GENRE ― wayv as mafia, nct as mafia, mafia au

AUTHOR’S NOTE/WARNINGS ― fluff all the way!

SUMMARY ― Winwin just wants to spend time with his best friend, but his friends keep on stealing her away from him.

‘i’m on my way, gonna drop by Starbucks first though, do you want anything? do the Wayv guys want anything?’ - Lingling

Winwin looks up from his phone. From the kitchen aisle, he could see Lucas and Hendery in the living room - watching a movie.

‘I want the usual, and the others’ said no thanks. come here safely!’- Winwin

“When is Liling coming again?” asked Lucas as soon as he saw Winwin walking towards them, taking a seat in the middle of them. Winwin could only groan, this is the 4th time the tall guy had asked him.

“Soon, Xuxi, soon,” Winwin muttered, leaning against the couch.

“Oh, is this a date then?” Lucas turned towards him, wiggling his eyebrows. Winwin could only look away, turning towards Hendery and he knew the latter was going to take Lucas’s side, following Lucas’s action.

“You guys are so annoying,” Winwin stood up, earning giggles and laughter from the both of them. “But we know you love us!” Hendery yelled at the back.

“But he loves Liling more!” Lucas yelled back and Winwin could only ignore them, going towards the 2nd floor where the common area is located.

It is much more peaceful here.

‘But he loves Liling more!’ Lucas’s words rang into Winwin’s mind, somehow her face showed up on his mind, making him slightly blush the more he thinks of her.

Lucas isn’t wrong, Winwin indeed loves her, but he doesn't want to make it obvious - but his own members make it more obvious that he gets annoyed by them whenever Liling comes over.

Usually, Liling comes over to spend time with Winwin but it ends with the WAYV members surrounding her - asking her to play FIFA with them.

Winwin swore that today, he wouldn’t let the other members take her away from him.

Just as he was having his own moment, checking his phone, his phone rang somehow Chenle’s name showed up on his phone screen - Winwin didn’t hesitate to answer him.

“Hey, Lele. What’s wrong?”

“Gege, could you come to the headquarters? I know Liling is here to see you but somehow Liling is at the headquarters. I think she kind of went the wrong way, i mean since she went the headquarters’ way i just let her in.. Sorry gege!” Chenle let out a nervous chuckle at the end, and Winwin immediately stood up - already going down the stairs.

“It’s okay, Chenle. Thank you for informing me, I’m heading there now!!” He ended the call with Chenle humming. Quickly putting on his slippers, Winwin went to the front, walking towards the side, going to the back way.

It’s kind of complicated with NCTs’ residence.

The main NCT headquarters is located in the middle, while the respective 3 groups reside right behind the headquarters - with 127 residences in the middle, while Dream and Wayv’s residence are the sides.

A huge swimming pool is located in the middle where everyone would gather to just chill or have a swim - where parties would also be made mostly by Taeyong and Ten.

“Liling.. You have been here often and yet you are still confuse,” Winwin whispered to himself, as he entered the back way towards the headquarters.

She feels kind of out of place.

She just arrive in Korea after a day. For a year, she has been working in France, along with some of the Elinovas Angels girls.

Liling wanted to visit Winwin after like a year of not seeing each other although he had personally went to France along with some of the Wayv members to watch the fashion show.

But that was just him attending, he didn't even say 'hi' to her afterwards - he did send a bouquet of flowers saying he enjoyed the show, but that was it.

He didn't personally see her, and she was honestly sad - but Liling knows he had somewhere to go which involves with NCT's businesses, since had contacted her immediately.

Now entering the building, men in suits were looking at her weirdly, somehow looking at her up and down and it definitely makes Liling feel extremely uncomfortable - though her profession had that kind of reaction but the way they stare at her is different from how her audience stares or looks at her.

And somehow, the place is big as hell.

She didn’t know Winwin lives in an office building.

She was awkwardly walking aimlessly, looking towards the main reception area. There were men literally standing behind the reception area and she didn’t even dare to go there.

They look scary in her eyes.

‘I really need to call Sicheng,’

“Liling!!” Just as she was trying to call him, Liling looked up to see Winwin emerging from the sides. There was an immediate smile coming from her as soon as he came towards her.

“I told you to come to Wayvs’ house, not the headquarters!” Winwin kind of scolded her, at the same time looking around. He was shielding her face with his body, not wanting men to know or notice her.

Liling could only smile sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Sicheng. It’s kind of confusing.. I’m still confused with your new living conditions.” Liling pouted slightly towards Winwin.

He could only sigh while helping her carry three paper bags that had the Starbucks logo on it.

“Thanks for— wait, why are there like 12 drinks here!? Don’t tell me..” Winwin trailed off, looking towards Liling who was smiling awkwardly. “I know you said the members didn’t want anything but I just bought it for them, who knows they would want it later,”

Winwin swore his heart skipped a beat with how kind she is. She is always kind towards him and his own members, even when he and his friends are seen as someone bad.

“Let’s go,” Winwin muttered under his breath, at the same grabbing Liling’s hand with his free hand, somehow pulling her to the way where he entered the lobby - with Liling shrieking slightly with his sudden action.

“Lingling jiejie!”

“Hi Lingling noona!”

As soon as they exited out of the headquarters, going towards the backway, somehow Chenle and Jisung were hanging out near the pool area - shouting Liling’s name while waving at her.

Liling could only wave back, with the paper bags on her hands while the other arm was being held by Winwin. He didn’t glance towards Chenle and Jisung’s way at all - and that’s because he is trying to hide his reddened face.

The fact that he is out here, holding hands with her while guiding her in - he didn’t even think that his other members would tease him.

“Those boys are getting cuter as the days pass!” Liling cooed, and once they kind of reach Wayv’s residence, Winwin let go of Liling’s hands as took out her slip ons.

“Here, wear the slipper.” Winwin got his own slippers that he usually used in the house, putting them right in front of her. Liling quietly wears them, following Winwin at the back as he leads her to the open kitchen.

Not knowing there were other presence there.

“Oh— Lingling! My favorite girl! Come— Woah!”

Lucas was the first one who saw her since he was the only one in the kitchen, he was going to engulf her with a hug when Winwin decided to slightly push Liling out of the way - smoothly grabbing Lucas’s arm, pulling him out of their way.

“Oww! You don’t have to be so physical and jealous about it! I was just going to hug her!” Lucas whines, at the same time glaring slightly towards Winwin who looks kind of unbothered.

“...Exactly,” Winwin folded his arms, his brows lifting up.

“Liling!” Hendery appeared into the kitchen, and somehow she went towards him, hugging the other man tightly - which caught both Winwin and Lucas’s eyes.

“See! He hugs her too! Why didn’t you stop Guanheng!?”

“That’s because he was being careful with her.”

“That’s not fair! I was being careful with her too!” Lucas whines, still pouting towards Hendery and Liling who were exchanging conversation at the side. “No, you don’t. You look like you were about to crash here.”

“Wha— I didn’t even hug her!” Lucas fought and Winwin just shrugged while walking past the giant guy. “Okay, okay boys. Stop fighting! I brought Starbucks for all of you.” Liling yelled to get their attention and that’s when the three boys went towards her side.

Liling began to distribute the drinks towards the others. Winwin was smart.

He somehow pushed all of the hands of the two boys, he was the only one who made skin contact with her - passing the drink to the two guys.

The two men could only give a side eye towards him.

“Thank you Lingling!” Hendery thanked the girl as he walked out of the kitchen, not wanting to disturb Winwin and his crush. “Yeah! Thank you for the drink! If you need anything we are in the— Okay, okay! I’ll leave! Geez!” Lucas somehow was being pushed out of the kitchen by Winwin.

He went towards her side, leaning against the counter-top - watching her walking back and forth towards the fridge and the top cabinet. “You know, you don’t have to be so mean to them you know,” Liling commented as she took out a plastic bag of bread, before glancing towards Winwin with a slight smile.

She quickly looks away, and that’s because she didn’t want to look at him for too long - the way he is leaning the counter, the way he is only staring at her makes her all shy.

Not to mention that his hair is slightly curly and fluffy and he was wearing a white shirt and black jeans plus the way he was leaning and staring at her, he looked attractive.

“..They were about to steal you away from me, especially that Lucas, when I want to spend more time with you,” Winwin whispered, his eyes still looking at what she was making - which were sandwiches.

Liling heard him clearly, as she slowly looked at him. He didn’t even look flustered nor embarrassed. Liling couldn’t help but smile shyly, still making the sandwiches.

About 5 minutes later, she made about 10 of them - knowing the others are with them.

“That looks good.” Winwin’s eyes fixed onto the plate and Liling wiggled her eyebrows. “C’mon! Let’s watch some movies!” She mindlessly grabbed Winwin’s arm as they went towards the living room.

And as expected, Winwin knew his friends would steal her away from him - but sticking to his words, Winwin would always be there, basically being the fourth person - which Liling didn’t mind at all.

An hour later, Liling was wrapped in a blanket while being in the middle of Winwin and Hendery - with Lucas being on the other side of Hendary, while focusing on the movie they had on.

Liling had no problem watching the movie but Winwin, he seems can’t be in focus on the movie for some sort of reason. He had stolen glances towards Liling and Hendery - he was troubled by how close they were sitting next to each other.

Of course Winwin knew that Henderya and Liling are just friends, not more than that - besides, Hendery has a girlfriend. According to Lucas, Hendery and his girl have finally made things official.

Winwin’s worried glances had caught Liling’s attention, turning towards him. “Sicheng, you good?” Liling whispered towards his side, not wanting to disturb the other two, who seem to be in no problem watching the horror movie while cuddling with each other.

Winwin just nodded, before turning towards the big projector. Blinking towards him, Liling thought that he might be cold so she decided to share the blanket with him. Winwin could only look at her with confusion, as she threw the cloth on top of his legs.

As the movie continues as the time passes by, the two somehow become comfortable - Winwin not minding how Liling is leaning against his shoulder.

Moments later she fully had her side overlapping with his, her head fully leaning against his chest - she was hiding from the jumpscares.

Winwin noticed that beside her was awfully quiet, to see Lucas and Hendery basically sleeping while cuddling each other.

‘They aren’t even watching, instead the movie is watching them,’

An hour passed by and Winwin by now wasn’t aware of Liling, until he noticed the weight on his chest - seeing the girl basically sleeping on his chest, her hands wrapped around his waist.

He knows she was unaware of this, if she is, she should be flustered by now or she would have jumped a few seats away.

Smiling slightly, Winwin could only put his chin on top of her head, at the same time he snaked his arm around her back, pushing her slightly towards him.

He just wishes he could be open with his feelings.

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castiels-majestic-wings · 3 years

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HISTORY

Paring - Loki x Reader

Word count - 2,124

Warnings - None

This is my first fanfic so please don't be too harsh, but I would greatly appreciate some of your opinions on how i can improve my writing. Thank you.

It had been three days since you came to Asgard. Thor had offered to take you after hearing that your thesis was on Asgusrdian History. He had explained that the library was full of ancient knowledge. Of course it was mostly in Old Norse, but he showed you the section you would be able to read and understand.

Being an unofficial member of the Avengers came in handy when it came to your University papers. Of course you helped them when the time came but you weren't a true Avenger, you were neither trained in combat nor held any special gifts. But you were a tactician. And a good one at that. You already knew Tony and when he had asked for your help on a mission, you had to accept. Of course school came first but you could never refuse Tony of the help he needed. Especially when his life was on the line. And you helped save his life. On many occasions. He had asked you so move into Stark tower after that. Of course then the Avengers came and you became friends with them all.

Steve was easy to get along with, he didnt understand most of the references you made but he's always there for you. It was easy to tell Natasha anything and everything, her being the only other girl on the team made it easy for you to open up ro her. Bruce was smart, you didn't understand most of the things he said but being around Tony so much made you understand a little more than the others. Clint was a father figure to you. You knew about his family already, so you always went to him for advice Steve couldnt give you. But you never really understood Thor, after all he came from a different realm. And after witnessing first-hand what his brother did in new york you had found it difficult to trust him, thinking if Loki was capable of doing that then the other god could obviously do so much more.

But these past three days have been very helpful, you have been stuck in the Library reading non stop. The history of Asgard was a lot more than you expected. Thousands of years worth of wars, protests, evolution. It wasn't much different from the history on earth. The development was the same. The first war was about taking land and Asgard had claimed it. The second was about beliefs and claiming the opposing opinion was always wrong. The third was about a king who couldnt rule. So the Asgardians fought against him until his son took over the throne and ruled over Asgard better than his father ever did. It intrigued you greatly to find that you weren't that much different.

But it was today that you found out Loki was in Asgard. It scared you of course. After seeing the genocide in New York you never wanted to face him again. But Thor had pleaded about Loki's change of heart, explaining that he wouldnt hurt you or anyone again. He gave his word. So you trusted him. But when Loki entered the Library, you couldnt deny the fear that had crawled its way up your back. He sat down across the room facing you but his eyes were focused on the book in his hands.

Looking at him, seeing him again. It brought back the memories of new york, the way his eyes darkened whdn he found you in Stark tower. Powerless and scared. You heard Tony speaking to you in the earpiece, asking for your next move. But you couldnt speak, Loki had his eyes on you. You knew you had to tell Tony somehow. So when he came close enough you muttered to yourself.

"L-loki." He heard the fear in you voice, saw it in your eyes. And he grinned. He enjoyed placimg fear into peoples hearts. And you despised him. You heard Tony yelling at Thor to try and get eyes on you from outside. You hears the panic in his voice. But Loki didnt do anything to you. He went back to the portal device to talk the professor he had under his control. You told Tony quietly where in the tower you were and that is what gave them the upperhand.

But looking at Loki right now. It shocked you, he looked so peaceful. Like New York never happened. You didnt understand. But Loki felt your gaze om him and looked up, his eyes meeting your own. Your eyes widened and you shot your head down to resume your reading, trying to hide away.

His gaze lingered trying to recall why he recognized you, and when he remembered he felt remorse. You were the only human he didnt try to hurt in New York. He didnt know why he couldn't, maybe it was the look on your face. Or the knowledge that you couldnt move in fear he would do something. He knew you wanted nothing to do with him. He could tell you were struggling to be in the same room as him so he took his book and left to his chambers so he wouldnt bother you. That action put many questions in your head. Why did he leave? Did he recognize me? Was he trying to be kind? You couldnt comprehend his actions, but were thankful none the less.

It had been a week and you had read most of the books you used to help with your thesis but the last one you needed you couldn't understand. It was in English but it was very confusing to you. You knew Thor couldnt help because he had other things to do. And the only people you really spoke to during your time here were the servants who Thor had sent to give you meals and remind you to sleep.

That gave you one more option that you dreaded to even think about. Loki. He obviously loves reading, he came in daily to change his book and left immediately after, and he was Asgardian so he knew the history. But you just didnt want to face him. Your history wasnt a good one. But you knew you needed help. And he was academically smarter than Thor. You knew which room was his, you asked just so you could avoid it. He had avoided you to make you feel safer - or that's what you presumed at least. It was the last bit of information you needed for your paper so you had to do it. The sooner you did, the sooner you could go back home.

So you bravely got up and headed to the side of the palace you avoided at all costs. The layout was almost mirrored so it was easy to get around. Then you found his door. You hesitated for a moment. Contemplating if you should even do this. You hand was balled into a fist ready to knock, before the door opened by itself. You looked up to see Loki's radient blue eyes looking down at you in confusion with a raised brow. You dropped your hand to your side. There was a silence between you before you spoke.

"I need your help." An amused grin appeared on his face his eyes never leaving your own.

"Oh? And what could i possibly help you with that my dear brother cannot" His voice was dripping with sarcasm, obviously amused at your request for assistance.

"I need help learning Asgardian history and no one i know is academically smarter than you. You-you come to the library daily to change your books, so- its obvious you like to read" You were surprised you could form a sentence, let alone two. He broke you away from your thoughts with a chuckle.

"Yes i enjoy reading, it would be a pleasure to help you darling" Darling? The way he said it made your heart skip a beat. Was it the intimating tone? Or the fact he gave you a nickname. You couldnt tell. But for the first time ever you gave him a genuine smile.

"Thank you very much. I left my stuff in the Library, i didnt think you would accept my request." This time it was a lot easier to talk. His eyes weren't as dark as they were that day in New York. They were calmer, at peace. They were bright and full of hidden stories you wanted to read.

"Why would i refuse the request of such a beautiful midgardian" Your breath got stuck in your throat. He complimented the very woman he had frightened years prior. That fear that had been knawing at you for years suddenly disappeared. He felt lile a different person entirely. Thor was right, he has changed. Tony wouldn't believe it though. He would never trust Loki, you knew him well enough to know that. But your opinion of him has completely changed.

"Lets go then, i only have two more days to complete my paper." He nodded and closed his door leading the way even if you already knew where you were going, you didnt mind. You stayed by his side holding a small conversation until you made it to the Library. You sat down and explained what you didnt understand, he simplified the context so I would be able to gather the information I needed. You were just about finished when Thor came to check up on you. He was shocked to see you not just near Loki but speaking to him. He knew of your dislike for him so he didnt know what to do. You were facing the pages of the book so you didn't see him enter. He made his presence known by closing the door he had previously left open. You looked up and smiled as you saw him. You hand automatically gave him a snall wave before returning to your notebook.

"What are you doing here brother?" Thor obviously wanted answers so you didnt give Loki a chance to.

"He's helping me learn about Asgardian history! He simplified it so I was able to understand much better. Plus hes very knowledgeable."

"So you're okay? Being with him after last time i thought-"

"Yeah I mean I hesitated to even ask for help but I'm glad I did. Plus he has some very funny stories fron your childhood too. The stabby snake one is my favourite." You saw Thor's frown deepen knowing that Loki shared embarrassing stories of himself. But he was happy nonetheless. You were able to talk to his brother without the fear if getting hurt.

"How long do until your research is complete? Tony has asked me to escort you home once your done with your studies." You shrugged in response.

"Not long, about two hours or so." A smile made its way to your lips knowing youll be able to go home. But you heart ached at the thought of leaving Loki after befriending him so suddenly.

"But will Loki be able to come with us? He taught me so much about Asgard I want to show him earths history. I can take him to the museum I took you to when you were first curious." Thor was pondering your request to take his brother to the avengers tower alongside you. How would Tony react knowing you feared his brother? Would the rest of the avengers be okay with it.

"Theres a spare room across from mine he could stay in durin his visit. C'mon Thor. Please, its not very often that i get over my fears." You're eyes pleaded to him. Begging for him to say yes. You needed to talk to Loki about the modern literature on earth. You had plenty of books in your own room you could let him borrow. And it seemed like Thor knew he couldnt win this fight.

"Alright, Loki can you escort her home once you're done?" Thor had put every ounce of trust he had into his brother. He knew you weren't capable of combat but he also knew how similar the two of you were.

"Of course brother. I shall take good care if her, you need not worry." And then Thor took his leave. It was a good idea to bring Loki with you. Once you got home Tony was less than pleased at the sight of Loki, he begged you to hate him again and make him leave. But you wouldn't. You had to many things to show him. You had so much in common plus, in the short amount of time that you trusted him, he may have found his way into your heart.

#loki x reader #mcu loki #loki #loki odinson #loki lafeyson #loki imagine #loki x you #cazza writes

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thewritingstar · 3 years

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Sorry for asking so much but if u dont mind i like to think that blossom sees boomer like his little bro so lile one day boomer having panic attack and blossom helping him. God i love my bby boy suffering

Oh don’t apologize! I love it! Ask as much as you want love. Fun fact, I used to have panic disorder from the age of 6- 17 so I know all about panic attacks. That wasn’t a very fun fact but uhhh, hope you enjoy!

Everything in this fic is from my own experience and I also took psychology as well.

So I’m going to write this with my version of my own attacks so what you see boomer having is equivalent to mine. From my own experience just so that no one comes for me, I can’t speak for about ten minutes and its had to move so im either sitting or under neath something like a desk. Once I can talk, I stutter and can barely form full sentences. Its important to know that panic attack and anxiety attacks are much different as the first doesn’t have triggers but the second does. Also the first thought you have when you going into a panic attack is thinking you are about to die, scary but its true.

Now that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy this fic and sorry that it took so long to do!

Pairing: Blossom and Boomer (non shipping)

Fandom: Powerpuff Girls

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She never really knew how or why she heard it. Super hearing gave you many things but hearing the worlds smallest sob escape trembling lips was never something she usually picked up on.

It buzzed in her ear and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up with a slight chill. Soon her feet were taking her upstairs and it was the first time she had ignored the hall pass rule.

Being a hero meant she had to be ready for anything. Monster attacks, demons rising from the pits of hell and even gangs shooting up stores, it was all part of the deal, yet there were some problems that not even super powers could handle.

She opened the door to the roof slowly before stepping out and feeling the crisp and cool air of the morning. It would have been peaceful if someone wasn’t crying. Her foot steps were that of a ghost as she walked towards the other end and she dropped to her knees before placing a hand on a trembling shoulder.

“Boomer?” she asked quietly.

The blond boy looked up, his eyes had been blown wide and were rubbed red to the point that they might scar. His lips trembled as he said nothing stared at her with an empty look.

She felt frightened in that moment, not for her well being but his. She watched as his lips parted but nothing came out. He tried to speak but his voice was like a desert. Dry and bare.

His eyes searched for an answer, something to cling and grab onto so he could swim.

“Boomer, are you okay?” She asked knowing the answer already. Again, no words but blue eyes that begged for help.

His breathing picked up, hyperventilation coming into play and he brought his hands to his ears and slammed his foot down as if to drown out the silence. Blossom searched for any sign of what could have hurt him, she had to think. There was nothing, no monster or attack and he didn’t seem physically hurt, so what could-

Oh. Oh. OH.

She should have known what was happening the minute it she saw him. Her advanced psychology classes came into handy just now.

“Boomer.” She said softly and he opened his eyes. “I think you are having a panic attack.” His eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip. “Okay maybe you are aware of that but I’m going to help you through this, okay?”

Boomer said nothing and she didn’t expect him too. She made a mental note that he was going non verbal during these and maybe that's why he couldn’t call for help.

Blossom dug through her bag for her notes and found it in record time. “Okay lets see, panic attacks.” She began to read. “The first thing that happens during an attack is the thought of death. Oh.” She frown. “There is a constant state of panic that last five to ten minutes but the after math of the fear could last hours. In order to stop a panic attack, the person experiencing it must wait it out or an extreme reaction can help quicken the process, other than that, there's nothing to do.” She scoffed. “Gee that was helpful.”

All she needed was a distraction, she could do that. She could tell a joke? No, she wasn’t good at those and only got a humorous reaction from her clumsiness. Instead of trying to figure it out, her phone was her next best guess.

“Don’t worry Boomer, I got you.” She smiled. She went to a few different sources and found one. “Ice in the mouth. It should trick your brain into thinking about it instead.” Blossom looked around. “Where can I get ice?”

She suddenly felt a finger poke at her cheek. She looked at Boomer who was point at his mouth then to her. Oh!

“My ice breath!” She cheered and held out her hand and carefully blowed until a small cube formed in her hand. “I’m not sure Boomer that might be a little gross-”

The cube was taken and before she could protest, it was in his mouth.

“Okay then, how's that working?” She questioned with a soft expression.

He looked from the left then to the right as he shifted the ice in his mouth. Slowly he opened his mouth, his voice breaking as he spoke.

“I-” He tried to say as tears formed in his eyes again.

Blossom put her hand on his and ushered him not to speak.

“Its okay, you don't have to say anything. You got through it, I’m sorry I was only here at the end but you did it, Boomer.” She said proudly.

He wiped his tears with his sleeve that was already soaked from earlier and leaned to grab her shoulder and pull her into a hug. She felt the tension from his shoulders fall instantly and his heart rate slower to a more desired rate as he hugged her tighter and held her for a moment. She didn’t dare budge but gave him a squeeze and ruffled his hair as he pulled away.

“Your face is awfully red, maybe you should go home.” She said as she helped him stand.

He nodded and grabbed his bag. “T-thank you.” He croaked. “No one has ever been with me before.” He said sadly.

She frowned. “Does Brick know?”

Boomer shifted on the balls of his feet. “No.”

“Do...do you have these often?” She was almost afraid to ask.

“Once a month maybe. Most of the time I’m at home, haven’t have a public one in a while.”

“Was there anything that could have caused it?”

He bit his lip and shrugged. “No. You read those books, they are random but Brick and Butch fighting constantly and the stress of school doesn’t help. But it's okay.” He offered her a smile. “That ice trick worked really well. Without you, I probably would have been there until school got out. I’m just really happy it was you and not anyone else.” He said honestly.

“I think you should tell your brothers. You can barely speak in that state and I would hate for something to happen when you couldn’t call out for anyone.”

He tightened his hold on his backpack and gulped. “I don’t want to. Its embarrassing. I’d rather keep it to myself, I can handle it.”

She knew there was no way he would budge. She exhaled and pulled his phone from his pocket.

“hey what are-”

“Im installing a safety button. My sisters and I have a button that we can push that automatic lets us know when we are in danger and can’t speak. It's mostly for missions and things like that but this is just as important.” She handed him his phone back. “So when ever this happens and you feel like you need some help or someone to just sit there with you, I’m one click away.”

He stared at the button and placed his thumb over it. A beeping noise came from Blossoms phone and she pulled it out to silence it. “See like that.”

A wave of emotions came over Boomer as he began to tear up for the hundredth time. “Blossom, I don’t think you know how much this means to me.”

Blossom brought him in for another hug. “You won’t be alone any longer, I promise.”

She felt him nod against her shoulder and wiped the tear steaming down his cheek with her thumb. “Lets go get you check out to the office and sent home, you should rest.”

“Yeah. I’m a little dizzy.”

She wrapped her arm around his and the began to walk towards the office just as the bell rang.

“Damn it, I miss third period.” Boomer sighed.

“Its fine. Buttercup will give you the homework and I’ll get anything else you need.”

“You really don’t have to Bloss.”

“As a hero and more importantly, a friend, I will.” Blossom said.

“Boomer.” They heard a voice behind and she knew instantly it was Brick.

They stopped walking just as Brick came in front of them. “The hell are you doing?” Brick asked as he looked at their conjoined arms.

Boomer was about to say something but Blossom squeezed his arm.

“Hes not feeling well and I’m sending him home.” Blossom stated.

“You were fine this morning.” Brick narrowed his eyes. “Buttercup said you ditched class.”

“He didn’t ditch. Some of us have emotions and right now Boomer is not feeling too well, he can explain on his own time but as his now older sister, I am making him go home and rest.”

“What she said.” Boomer said just as he yawned.

Brick rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, go home.”

Boomer gave him a small smile.

“Go on ahead, I’ll meet you in the office.” Blossom said as Boomer walked ahead.

“Is he really sick?” Brick asked and she could sense that he was really worried.

“I wouldn’t say that but its also not my place. Just go easy on him, he's having a hard time right now and I think having his brother help him through it would be good for both of you.” She reassured him.

“Alright, whatever. I’ll make sure Boomer is fine.”

Blossom smiled and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “You're so sweet.” She gushed dramatically.

Bricks face flushed slightly as he took her hand and tried to hide his smirk. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s not be late to chemistry.”

“Would love too but I have to go use my puff powers to get my new little brother home.”

“Little brother?” Brick shook his head. “What are you adopting him next?”

“I just might.” She smiled. “I’ll see ya in class.” She winked as she headed towards the office.

She found Boomer sitting in one of the chairs. “If you could stop canoodling with my brother, I would like to leave, I got a massive headache and my face is a disaster from crying.”

“We weren’t canoodling.” She said under her breath as she went up to the office lady.

Boomer sat and watched as she talked. He felt better by a landslide since she came to help him and hearing her refer to him as a little brother made him a little more happy then he cared to admit. Watching Blossom talk and win over the woman made him smile as he hugged his arms together.

“Yeah, big sis would be nice.” He said to himself but he didn't miss the way her lips turned up into a small smile.

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I hope you enjoyed! I actually really liked this prompt and sometimes its good to read things that can help you in daily life.

#ppg #ppg fic #boomer ppg #blossom ppg #blossick ppg #thewritingstar

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holly-hep · 4 years

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The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

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Chapter 12: Human After All

(Y/N) had never realized how monotonous and boring her life was until Klaus disappeared. How had she survived three years doing exactly the same every day? It didn't make sense at all.

At least she had the siblings, but it didn't help much, they were too busy on their own matters and barely stayed at the Academy.

So now, she was back in the old routine: Wake up, take a bath, have breakfast, go to work, go back, and sleep. And to top it all, she couldn't sleep, so when she went to work that Thursday, she was running in five cups of coffee and a cold shower.

-Hey- Ren greets her with a pitiful smile-. Any notice from Klaus?

-No- her lower lip is bleeding, the result of her biting it too often to relieve stress-. And his family just acts as if he doesn't exist at all.

Ren doesn't know what to say, so he just hugs her and keeps watering the plants.

The hours pass and (Y/N) starts feeling sleepy. She almost bangs her forehead against the counter when Dylan enters the shop, waking her.

-Jeez, girl, are you okay?- he tries to joke with her, but she doesn't laugh-. Wha's wrong?

-It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night- she weakly smiles-. I'll go for your flowers.

She goes to the back of the store and takes a prep-prepared bouquet from a vase.

-There you go- Dylan pays-. Have a nice day.

-(Y/N), are you sure everything's fine?- he touches her hand-. You are really pale, have you eaten anything?

-I ate one toast in the morning.

-That's not eating! C'mon, take your lunch break and I'll accompany you to get a salad.

-No, it's really not necessary, you have to work.

-I have time and it's on the way- he smiles trying to cheer her up-. You don't want to faint, right?

(Y/N) gives in and tells Lile she's going to eat. The pair walk to a vegetarian restaurant near Dylan's work and, after he pays (he was very insisting), they sit on a huge rock across the street. The weather was nice after all.

-How's Klaus?- the boy asks as he bites his sandwich.

She gulps.

-I... I don't know.

-Did you two fight or something? Is that why you're like this?

-No, we didn't fight. I just haven't seen him...

Suddenly, a briefcase falls in front of them.

-What the...?

Both adults jump scared when it explodes and bursts in flames.

-Oh, my God!- Dylan tries to protect (Y/N), taking her hand to get away from it.

Someone screams some steps away from them and, startled, they look up thinking someone got hurt.

-Klaus!

(Y/N) breaks free of Dylan's grasp and runs to her friend, who's kneeled on the pavement, scratching the floor like if he wants to open it.

-Klaus!- she drops beside him, accidentally scratching her knees. She doesn't care-. Where the hell you were!?

She's mad at first, looking at how he gasps for air and looks lost at the floor. She thinks he's on something, like always, and it's going through the effects.

-You got any idea how worried I...- she notices his hands are bloody-, was...?

Klaus starts inconsolably crying as he curls on the floor. She can feel his agony, distressed, sadness... There were too many feelings at once.

There was something terribly wrong.

-Why the blood?- she starts panicking-. Are you hurt!? Did something happened to you!?

He keeps crying, completely ignoring her. She can't stand looking him like that.

-Klaus, talk to me!- he starts shaking and sobbing-. Klaus!

-Hey, dude- Dylan approaches them and snaps his fingers-. Fella, how can we help you?

-Call an ambulance- she is now crying, terrified of what she's seeing-. Now!

Some people are gathering around them, curious.

-No...- Klaus whispers-. No, no... I want to go home.

-Klaus, love, if you're hurt we have to...

-I'm not hurt- he speaks softly-. I just want to go home.

Trying to control herself for the sake of him, she breaths deeply and dries her tears.

-Okay, I'm taking you home- She stands up and helps him do the same. He's still shaking and doesn't look away from the floor-. Dylan, can you go to the shop and tell them I have an emergency?

-Yeah, sure- he's concerned-. Don't worry.

-Thanks.

That day, she had taken her bicycle to work and she wasn't walking to the house with Klaus in that state. He could hardly stand, she feared he would faint at any moment.

-Can you stop a cab?- she asks Dylan.

The guy does as asked and she almost carries her friend to the car.

When they arrived at the Academy, Klaus still crying. They enter the mansion in complete silence, (Y/N) watching every step he made. For a moment, she wants to call Grace for help, but then remembers she's no longer there.

-Luther! Diego! Allison!

No one answers, not even the wind.

-Anyone, help!- Silence-. Okay, whatever, I can do it.

She helps Klaus up the stairs and guides him to his room, where he sits down on the bed.

-Klaus, tell me the truth. Are you hurt?

-No.

-Okay- she feels she can breathe again-. I'm preparing you a bath, stay here.

-Don't leave me alone- he takes her by the wrist.

This is oddly familiar.

-Okay, you can come with me.

They cross the hallway to the bathroom. As he leans on the sink, she lights the scented candles and opens the tab.

-You need anything?

-I stained your dress.

She looks down, the blue fabric turned scarlet.

-It doesn't matter, it's an old dress anyway.

-And your neck- he gets close to her-. Here.

He wipes some blood off her skin with a towel, and she sighs. He then takes her by the waist and holds her against his chest, face buried in her hair. It smelled like coconut and vanilla, he had never noticed until then. Crying in silence, Klaus kisses her uncover shoulder.

-I missed you so much.

-I missed you too, Schätzchen (little treasure, common pet name in Germany).

She separates from him to turn off the water.

-I'll be just outside, don't worry.

She is about to leave when he speaks.

-I don't want to be alone, can you stay?

She stops at the door, a blushing mess.

-But I don't want to invade your privacy...

-Please...- he begs her with those bunny eyes she can't resist.

-Okay. But put some bubbles to the water.

She closes the door and locks it just in case someone arrives and wants to use it. Facing the wall, still blushing, she awaits for Klaus to undress and get in the bathtub.

-I don't mind you looking, hon.

-I'm fine here.

-No, come here. I want to see your face.

She turns, looking at the floor, takes a small stool from underneath the sink and sits behind him.

-Do you mind If I use your stuff?- he asks as he takes the shampoo.

-Whenever you want. What's mine is yours, remember?

Klaus smiles.

-Can you sing to me?

(Y/N) nods and gets closer to him, taking the shampoo from his bloody fingers and putting some on his hair.

-"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby"- she starts singing-. "As long as you're with me you'll be just fine."

-Thought you couldn't sing in English- Klaus is leaning backward, eyes closed as she massages his scalp.

-I lied- she admits-. It's impossible not to learn when Lile blasts her music at the shop all the time.

-Continue, please.

-"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. Nothing's gonna take you from my side."

Half an hour later, Klaus is completely clean and relaxed. (Y/N) is hugging him, face pressed to his wet back, eyes closed, and hands over his shoulders. They're in complete silence enjoying each other's company.

He puts a hand over hers and kisses the finger where she wears the gold band. She almost burst in tears.

-Don't ever do that again- she whispers, caressing his chest-. I thought I had lost you again.

-Don't lie, love- he laughs bitterly-. I'm the one person in this house nobody ever notices it's gone.

-I did. And I don't see where I became nobody.

-Sorry, I didn't mean that- he sights.

(Y/N) runs her hands down his chest to his arms, drawing a straight line. And when she reaches his left shoulder, she spots a design on it.

-You always had this?- she moves to see it better.

-Yes.

-You're lying. I saw you shirtless three days ago, it wasn't there- she is impressed-. When did you...? How can it be cured so fast?

It's just then she notices the tags hanging from his neck.

-What's that?- she tries to grab them, but he moves-. Klaus... Where were you?

He looks at her with glossy eyes.

-It's a long story.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #tua #the umbrella academy #robert sheehan

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thedeadwritinggod · 5 years

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Of Spider Liles and White Roses

Warnings: Hanahaki so- Blood, Pain, angst not good angst but angst.

This text is thoughts! This is emphasis

Taglist- @the-lavender-creator @zappy-ghosty-girl

No no no no no no no-

Yukio stares in horror at the bloody white flower in absolute panic.

“A-Atsuki-“ he almost yelled taking off running for her. She knew flowers. Especially soulmate Flowers.

Anxiously he sat on her bed while she ran her fingers over the petals.

Five simple petals.

A small flower- “Colors?”

“White and yellow in the middle.”

.......

“Yukio this is a primrose.”

“And that means....?”

“ Young love-unrequited love and ‘I can’t live without you’. Worryingly enough...”

“Oh god.”

“How long have you known this person?” Atsuki asked feeling the flower.

“A week and a half- why?”

“You expect rejection much too quickly Yukio.”

The boy ran a hand through his hair “trying not too is very when that’s all you’ve gotten in three years.”

Atsuki found his hand, then trailed up gently to his face. “Little brother, you need to try. If you’re spitting these up then don’t you think he is too?”

He takes her hand gently, keeping it pressed to his face. “.....maybe.”

- 1 week later

Thomas is bent over the toilet puking his guts-well lungs more accurately.

Fittingly Deceit is the one rubbing his back, Virgil occupied with distracting Roman from the sprouting burning pains in his arms and chest.

They had known-eventually that roots would form in his lungs. They hadn’t known that Patton would start sprouting flowers from his skin. Or that Roman would be reduced to rything and crying in pain at it.

“T-Thomas you can’t keep this up-“

“I’ve known him a two and a half weeks-do you even realize how creepy that’d sound?!”

“I realize that but Roman is more important then that-isn’t he?”

Dead silence.... he wanted to say yes because Roman is so important to him, a completely essential part of himself and an amazing person on his own but-

“Dee I can’t- I can’t-I don’t want to loose him-“ Small tears pricked at his eyes- he knows Roman is suffering and the guilt he feels is 100% real. But that doesn’t make the petals in his throat go away.

“He-Yukio really does mean a lot to you-“

“I’m puking flowers deceit-”

“Point taken.” He sighed. “But if I may-“ Deceit pauses “if you’re in this state-then what state is he in?”

That night they made a mistake.

Why the hell neither of them thought texting each other in their respective states would be okay is beyond them both.

They figured it out about the same time. The same way.

Yukio sat ip quickly-forced to by the painful contractions of his muscles-forcing stringy red petals and whole primrose out of his lungs and mouth.

Spider Lily’s now? Hell flowers? Well fate didn’t have to taunt him for it-

With a sigh he cleaned the blood from his phone with a tissue and wiped the pain caused tears from his eyes.

Thomas had petals all over his lap. Soft pink and white being washed out from the bright light of his phone. The pink ones weren’t new. Thanks to Raven he knew that they were pink Peonies.

He wiped his screen free of the flowers- smearing blood at the same time, taking a tissue he wiped it off. Trying to ignore the way his bruised lungs aced and how his ribs felt close to splitting.

Fitting. Yukio looked down at the spider lily in his hand. A beautiful flower. Poisonous as it is beautiful.

Love sucks. He shoved the flower along with the stray Primrose petals into his violin case.

His head could tell him to do it all it wanted. His heart would rather stop beating then confess. And as much as he’d said no- 7 year olds couldn’t be argued with. Which is why he soon saw feet by the case of his violin.

Pushing down the full feeling in his throat Yukio smiles up at him. “Hi Thomas.”

“Hi Yukio.” A warm smiling boy greats him and suddenly the full feeling is hard to ignore.

“Glad you could make it,” If Thomas thought all his sides saying different things was annoying, then all saying one thing down right hurt- tell him!

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” The ache in Thomas’ chest grew into a dull burn and his throat jerked.

“You should head back to the seats before the director kicks you out. Literally.” Yukio chuckled- Thomas could still feel his heart skip through the burning sensation.

As soon as he left every petal in his throat came rushing out- Until one didn’t.

He could feel that a spider lily was loged in his throat blocking everything else from spilling out.

Slowly his fingers felt strange and numb as his vision stared to darken out at the edges-edges that were quickly closing in. Was he-passing out? Was he gonna die?

Not tonight.

Suddenly he violently spit up 5 whole flowers. Three primrose and two spider Lily’s.

It’s not like Thomas was really much better. He had moved from coughing up just coughing up flowers and petals to coughing up steams and thorns. Cutting up and scratching at his throat, making him spit up more blood.

Instead of his sides screaming at him- it was just endless screams from Roman. Only. Roman. Blood curdling, drive you up the wall insane screams. He sat in the bathroom for a good five minutes curled into a ball- hands over his ears trying to muffle or stop the screaming in his head. Tears welling up in his eyes and spilling helplessly on the floor.

When Yukio finally looked up from his bloody coughing fit he saw the first chair, Aria, handing him a tissue.

She bent down, gingerly wiping his violin down from all the blood he’d coughed up- “Takashi?”

Angry Aria is bad Aria. And last name means angry Aria. “Yes...?”

“You love to sing right?”

A agreeing hum.

“You love your voice right?”

“Eh I could always do better.”

“Takashi.”

“Yes I love my voice” he rolled his eyes with a sigh-

“Then use it you dumbass.” Yukio raised an eyebrow at his friend

Thomas hiccuped harshly-trying to breath through the roots and thorns in his lungs- it hurt, it really really hurt.

He couldn’t catch his breath- like his lungs were full of holes, which just maybe wasn’t so wrong.

He only realized he had screwed his eyes shut when he had to pry them open at the harsh coughing nearby. He hadn’t realized he’d cried either.

Through the blur of tears he could see petals that weren’t his own slippe under the stall door- stringy red flowers along with purple flowers that had yellow eyes

“You got it too?” The other boy asked- his voice was broken and tired, pained. Much like his own

“Mhm- why don’t you confess?” As much as it took to force the words out it worked, his voice was certainly shot for a while after all this- if there was in fact an after all this.

In return he got a dry laugh “He wouldn’t love me. He doesn’t love me.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve known him for like 3 and a half weeks.” Thomas can actually hear the eyeroll in his voice.

“Honestly I’m the same”

Whoever he was slid down against the stall door.

“What’s he like? If you can-“

“He’s.....”

Thomas paused. Letting his head fall back against the wall.

“He’s amazing. Plays like five instruments, hell he’s the second chair violinist in this-“ and suddenly everything was gone.

The roots in his lungs, the flowers in his throat, the thorns, the pain, the strain, the screaming in his head- all gone.

“.......Yuki-“

“I love you too.”

They both sat in silence for a moment. A moment that felt like an hour. Before the door opened, he must’ve forgotten to lock it-

He stood up frantically “I-“ there lips were sealed together before anything could really be said

And that was probably the best damn solo Yukio had played to date, happier then anything had ever made him.

Throughout the performance he didn’t bother the sheet music favoring the look of his new blushing boyfriend shrouded in the partial darkness of the audience seats.

“Watch your music you lovestruck idiot-“

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bleedingrose7098 · 5 years

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¤ His Silver Rose ~ Chapter 2 ¤

Chapter Title ~ Mysterious Rose

Language ~ English

Song reference ~ Rose By Leehi

(Summary ~ Somehow she reminded him of a rose. She was so delicate and fragile. Her small ears were always pressed down against her silver hair. Someone once told him that roses took a while to bloom but the end result was always worth it. And Taehyung was determined to make this one blossom into the beautiful flower he knew she could be.)

(READ PROLOGUE AND CHAPTER 1 FIRST!)

☆ Taehyung's Point of view ☆

"Thank you for shopping with us sir. If you ever need a replacement or exchange, here is a gift card." The lady said with a warm smile.

Only two minutes ago she was screaming to her co-worker about how 'Kim Taehyung is in our store! ThE KiM TaEhYuNg!' I stiffled my laugh when i heard her friend groan. Now she put on a polite smile and served me as she would of for any costumer. I appreciated her for that.

I picked up the bag of velvet collars i bought for (Y/n) from the counter and also the pen which was at the corner of the counter. I signed the reciept with my signature and slid the thin piece of paper over to her.

"Don't tell your friend." I whispered to her with a wink. She nodded frantically and folded the reciept neatly into her pocket.

I smiled at them both before walking out of the building and towards Minho's car.

After (Y/n) fell asleep in my arms i decided it would be best for her to stay in the car whilst i completed the rest of the forms. I was hoping to get her ears pieced so that sje could wear earrings instead of collars but she was too cute to wake up.

I opened the door to the car and got in silently. I tucked the bag between my feet and shut the door behind me.

"Are you done?" Minho asked tiredly. He yawned and swept his hamd through his hair, one of the habits that i usually saw from Jimin.

"Yeah. Could you drive me back to the dorms?" I asked with a sigh. He raised his brow at me.

"Are you sure? They aren't gonna be happy that you brought a hybrid home right after yelling at them." He pointed out. I nodded.

"I know but i need to do this sooner or later. And I'd rather (Y/n) get comfortable in my dorm room rather than in my guest room in your apartment." I laughed.

"Alright. You can always come if you need to cool down. Alright?" He said. I nodded with a smile.

"Thanks Hyung." I told him before looking into the back seat to see (Y/n) staring up into the cars roof while she layed on her back.

"You're awake?" I asked her. She nodded.

"I woke up after you got into the car." She explained quietly.

"Ahh I'm sorry. Was i too loud?" I asked with a sigh. I sheepishly scratched the back of my head. Damn it i should have been more quieter. I feel bad for disturbing her sleep.

"No. It wasn't your volume. I just smelt you. It was familliar. So i woke up." She told me. I nodded as if i understood but i truly didn't have a clue what she meant by that. Do i smell so bad i woke her up?

Minho chuckled beside me as he watched me battle with my thoughts.

"(Y/n) do you know japanese?" I asked out of nowhere as my mimd wondered back to when she told me her full name.

"Yes." She repleid simply. My head tilted in lack of knowledge.

"Do you know any other languages?" I asked her.

"English and Korean." She said. She has a habit of saying something without an explanation.

"How did you learn english?" I asked on. Minho nudged my thigh, telling me i should stop asking but i was too curious.

"I learnt it in Australia." She told me. I hummed and nodded.

I will find out more about you. You keep pulling me in, making me more curious.

A mysterious rose with thorns that i get drawn into touching.

☆ Timeskip ☆

"Alright were here. Good luck." Minho told me as he pulled up his car into the Bts dormitory Parking lot.

I sighed and looked into the backseats where (Y/n) was sitting boredly.

"This is the place (Y/n)." I told her before getting out of the car then openening (Y/n)'s door.

I unbuckled her seatbelt then moved to the side so she could hop out of the car. Once she was out i closed the door behind her then tapped on the car window. Minho opened the window as i started to speak.

"Thanks for today hyung. I really appreciate it." I told him. He smiled at us both warmly.

"Anytime." He replied. Then he closed the car window and drove iut of the exit.

☆ (Y/n)'s Point of view ☆

I looked up at the building that stood infront of us with my lips slightly parted. Was this really where he lived? The sun was going doing making the sky a pinky red colour with little to no clouds present.

"You live here?" I asked him softly. He nodded before scratching the back of his head.

"So...What do you think? It's your new home." He told me. I looked blankly at The building. I looked at the windows that were sure to have let alot of light in. I pictured myself sleeping on the carpet in a patch of sunlight contently without being kicked off of it and shoved into a basement. Maybe this time would be different.

"It's okay." I told him. My tone of voice hadn't changd since i first met him. He probably noticed how i always seemed far off and distant. Maybe abit cold towards him too. But i meant what i said... i do hate humans. He wasn't an exception.

He sighed then slightly nudged me forward down the path to the front door.

"Well come on then. Let's go in." He said with a gummy smile. His smile somehow made me feel happy. It made me feel safe.

I followed his lead and walked down the path, staring at the plants and flowers that was in the garden. Almost lile a different world.

Then the fromt door opened. A man stormed out and came towards up both.

"Where have you been!?" He screamed at Taehyung. My ears quickly pressed against my head as i stumbled back then hid behind Taehyung.

"Quiet will you!? Don't scare her!" Taehyung hissed towards his hyung.

The man stepped back in anger.

"Excuse me?!" He continued yelling. I whimpered and pressed my head into Taehyung's back. Not again. Please not again.

Taehyung ignored the man and turned around towards me.

"Hey it's okay. He's just really angry with me." He told me with a sheepish smile. I closed my eyes and oressed my head against his chest.

"Can i carry you to my room? Then you won't have to go through my member's yelling me." He told me. I nodded quickly and let him pick me up bridal style.

He pushed his hung to the side as he carried me through his house. I could hear his gasp as he stumbled into the bushes. His members all had furrowed brows as they layed their eyes on me. Taehyung opened a door and then set me gently on his bed.

"I'll be back okay? I have to deal with them." He told me. I nodded hesitantly.

"Don't leave me alone for too long." I whispered towards him as he walked over to the door.

He turnt back towards me and showed me his boxy smile that i have come to secretly love.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

(Author-Nim ~ Comment what you think?! ILY Mochies!)

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xiii-jb-46 · 6 years

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I'm sorry

A/N: Probably gonna be short.

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Sweet pea and I had been dating for 3 years ever since I joined the serpents. We had a thing going on before but never official. He had askes me on the day of my initiation right after my serpent dance. He knew if he didn't any later some of the seprent guys would have had their dirty hands all over her.

I honestly thought him and I would be together forever and ever. I thought we would have 2 kids or more. A pet and house somewhere on the southside. Graduated college and had a stable job but today I had an off feeling.

First it was my dream. Sweet pea was in the student lounge making out with a rivervixen. I didn't believe that it was true but I once had a dream that I was going to get 3 place in the running race. Next day I came third. The next suspicion was Toni was leading me away from sweet pea like she knew something was up. Then it was Fangs blocking my way to the door to our class.

"Y/N I'm just playing game thats all."

I had barely made it out of class without those two following me. My feet carried me to the student lounge like they had there own mind. I had no reason to go there but something told me to go. Now I knew why I was being distracted. They didn't want me to get.

"Y/N!" Fangs rushed to me and stood infront of me while I cried. He led me away as I heard Toni yell at Sweet pea.

We at the front of the school away from everyone else. "I am so sorry. Sweet pea doesn't deserve you. We knew what he was doing. We just didn't want you to get hurt thats all. Please understand." I looked at the ground watching my tears drip on the gravel ground.

"Y/N if you want I'll give him a good beating?"

"No thanks fangs. Just tell him its over and to never see me again. If he sees me in the halls he can't talk to me. He can't even look at me. Tell him to not text or call me. If the teacher askes where I am just say girl problems." I got walked off wiping my tears from my eyes.

"Y/N!" I heard from a distance but I didn't lool back. I kept walking. I walked to Betty's house because I heard she was home.

"Y/N! How nice is it to see you." Mrs cooper says smiling. It soon dissapeared when she saw the tear stains on my cheeks. She was like my mother. I grew up with them until 14 when I joined the serpents. She was furious and told me to never come back. I was still friends with betty but I never told her way I left. Untill the article of Alice being serpent came out. That was the day I came back to.

"Come in." She moved aside and I step in. I took my shoes off and walked up stairs to Betty's room. A guy walked out as I walked in.

"Y/N what's wrong?"

"Sweet pea cheated on me!" She held me closely and the guy walked in.

"I know it's a bad time but Alice said she has cookies and ice cream downstairs if you wanted some." Is voice was soft and nothing like Sweet pea. The thought of him made me cry harder.

"I really thought we had something Betty. Not lile my exs. I thought he was different but he was exactly like them." Shs stroked my ear listening.

"Let's go downstairs and grab the food and watch the notebook. The break up tradition." I nod and did exactly that. We don't know why but it helped.

"What are they doing?" The guy that betty had explained was her brother asked Alice.

"It's their break up tradition. They did for their first break up so now they do it for every break up. I stayed at their house that night and at midnight I grabbed my clothes from Sweet peas tralier. Of course there was a girl there. When I got back I cried myself to sleep.

1 week later

It had been a week since the break up and he didn't listen to any of the rules I set. He kept bugging me and the more he did the more remembered everything he did.

"Please Y/N. I am sorry!" He yelles from on top the stairs.

"Leave me alone Sweet pea." I was on the verge of tears.

"Fine you give me no choice." It was near sunset since most people stayed for pravtice and clubs. I looled at him as he stood on top of the brick side of the stairs. The serpents had turned there head lights on like spot lights and Toni gave him a bouquet of flowers. Fangs held up a sign saying I'm sorry.

"Y/N! You complete me and what I did was all my fault. I was a idiot and I know I could apologize over and over but it will never make you forget what I did. I shouldn't have made out with that northsider but I did. I shouldn't have slept with her either. I knew you saw causs you clothes were gone that night." At this point I was in tears.

"I love you so much and these past few night had been a nightmare come true. My biggest fear was you leaving me and I never thought i was the reason for it to happen. I drank everyday trying to fill the hole you left in my heart and I want you back. No! I need you back. I need my Y/N to yell at me when I leave the tralier a mess. I need Y/N to help me study and be on top of my education. I need you. Please let me love you again!" I thought for awhile. These past few days were hell for me to.

"Yes you big teddy bear!" He lept down and I ran to him hugging him. I cried in his chest. I heard a few serpent aww.

"I love you Y/N. My love can't be expressed in words." I could feel tears on my head and I smiled. I really do mean alot to him.

"I love you too."

#sweetpea imagine #sweetpea x reader #sweet pea fanfic #southside serpents #sweet pea #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #romance #love #im sorry #i made a mistake

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swornpromises · 4 years

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So just kinda gonna vent here😂🏃👍💪🙈🙉🙊

Ok so I was a bit wild about 5 to 6 years ago. From the age 18 to 21 I was all about drinking and smoking weed. I thought partying was the shit 😂👎 turns out i made alot of bad choices and had to learn alot of lessons. The things I learned and went thru made me who Iam today. I met one special girl that changed my life the day I met her. I saw her and said I wanted her. I finally got her i changed i stopped doing alot of the stupid shit i did because I wanted her. Yes my life was a struggle i had no place of my own when I met her but i made it happen for her and my son. I wanted to give up everyday and i did so many times then one day i just kept going because i wanted her in my life. Well things got worse for me because I'm all about family. I don't regret anything because them 5 years were the best years of my life. I ran into a old friend eariler and seeing how it had been years i was cool and hung out for a little bit. Which them 2 hours just reminded me of the person i was before i met my wife. Knowing they aint changed one bit and still do the shit they did back in the day just showed me that I'm way more mature now then i was then. So i made the right choice today by not going back to stay the night. I refuse to go back to that life because there is more to life then just drinking and getting high. I may have a drink every now then but I don't believe in it lile i used to. I'm super proud of myself for walking away and knowing how much i was sitting there missing my son i had him come back to me and when he pulled up he put down the window and said see mom i told you i would come back. My heart melted because he was missing me just as much as i wanted him. His smile made me realise the life i want is a family i wanna be loved and spend every moment with my son and future children no matter what it takes. I wanna die knowing the last thing i saw in this life was the smile of my child. I don't wanna die knowing i wasted my life drinking and getting high that shit is for the birds. My wife may be gone and idc but in my eyes i will always call her my wife no matter what a judge says still to this day when i bring her up i say my wife. I still wesr my ring everyday i dont take it off because rather she is mine or not my ring tells me she is here with me. Her name is tattooed on me and it will be like that forever. No matter where we are in this world if she calls im gonna be right there because no matter what i will always love her and i will always know that because of her i grew up being with her made me better and my choices was good. Im not perfect but I'm pretty close to it😂 haha just saying well perfect in the bed😂😂😂anyways im proud of myself for making the choice to walk away from a old friend because i will never be that PERSON. I was called lame so many times during the time i was with her cause i would not smoke and i said i dont party and i spend my time with my son and watching movies i go to bed. Thats the life i want everyday and to wake up to the one i love.

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iamarosegarden · 7 years

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Better Than That

Part five, Heartrending and Healing Are Very Different Things, which has been up on Ao3 for a while but I’m just now posting it here. Enjoy!!!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four -Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine -

Ao3

Nina Zenik was indentured to the White Rose but she wasn’t exclusive to the White Rose. She was loaned out to other houses every now and then. Sometimes it was because the owner wanted her as an attraction. Sometimes to ‘heal’ a worker, but she didn’t have the training for that, she was actually spying for Kaz Brekker.

Nina had strolled into Piękni Ludzie, looking just like the part she played, a wise, sage healer. Her white and gold faux-kefta and the modest way her caramel hair was done up in a loose bun were just part of the illusion. She didn’t talk much, and followed orders quickly and efficiently. Almost like a solider. Nina was nothing like a soldier though, she was too... lively. At least with fellow workers. She was funny and a bit loud and everyone trusted her for it. Even if she turned into a different person in front of clients and superiors.

But Wylan saw something in the way she curled her hands into what might have been fists, hidden by the kefta’s gold embroidered sleeves. The way her fingers twitched when someone was rude. The way her eyes scanned a room. The way sly words that fell off her tongue so easily, she could probably get people to do anything she wanted. In that bun were hairpins as sharp as broken glass.

She was dangerous, and he didn’t trust her. Something about how easily she turned into another person unnerved him. Sure, he and the others put on a different face around clients but she was so wholly different, and very, very convincing. He didn’t like it. It made him think she was hiding something. But, he was usually wrong about these things.

She’d shown up the day after Jesper had left, minutes before the shift change, when the few day workers of the house took their place and the night workers had a break, dinner, and sleep. Mistress Isidore had an arrangement with the owner of the White Rose in which Nina came over once a year when it was most convenient for him.

***

At least that’s what they told Mistress Isidore. In reality Dirtyhand’s spider had gotten dirt on the owner and used it to send Nina into other pleasure houses. He was addicted to Laudanum, a potent and expensive form of opium.

Nina walked in and made her way to Isidore’s chambers. She hadn’t know where the Wylan Van Eck that Kaz wanted her to find was, only that he had a sick friend, strawberry hair and an odd knowledge of healing.

“Ah, Nina. Your trip for the year?” Isidore exclaimed when she opened the door to find Nina, head inclined, hands encased by her kefta sleeves and held in front of her. She looked like one of the old nuns that liked to hover around the restaurants near the church. She nodded in response to Isidore’s words.

Isidore’s chambers, and by extension, Isidore, always smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a sort of spicy-sweet that was pleasant in moderation, but made you sick after a while. Nina hoped she wouldn’t have to endure any prolonged exposure to it. Isidore stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Lovely. Your room is right this way,” Isidore continued. Herding Nina through the foyer and a hallway. “How is Harold? Is the house doing well?”

“Mistress Isidore, you know perfectly well I can’t tell you how the house is doing,” a conspiratorial smile, “I wish I could.”

They stopped at a door right before the staircase to the second floor. Isidore opened the door. Instantly a heavy wave of incense washed over Nina. Great. The room was bare brick, with a fire pit in the middle. It looked like a primal healing hut. Frankly, it was a bit insulting. Scratch that. It was insulting. There was a cot in the corner across from the door. And a stone table diagonal from it. Very minimalist ancient healer.

Isidore knew how to play a crowd. Nina was sure people would get a kick out of this. She smiled graciously at Isidore. “Do you like it? I thought you’d feel more at home like this, maybe enough to stay here? Really, how is Harold? He seemed unwell the last time I saw him.” Probably due to the Laudanum.

Nina sighed internally. Isidore had had her eye on Nina’s indenture for sometime. Luckily for Nina, or maybe unluckily, Kaz wouldn’t allow that. “Thank you Mistress Isidore.” She kept up her smile as she walked into the room. Knowing it didn’t go outside of Isidore's notice that she didn’t answer the question.

“You’re very welcome. I’ll leave you to get settled in then,” Isidore said, and walked out of the door, closing it behind her. The room was pleasantly warm, the fire and the window providing enough light to illuminate the room. Nina waited a few seconds, then opened the door and strolled out, leaving the door open behind her, hoping to air the room out a bit.

Piękni Ludzie was a little different than most pleasure houses. Most worked with scheduled appointments, had less workers. Piękni Ludzie was a walk-in palce. Kind of. It was, of course, more active at night, but it also operated during the day. Clients could walk in at anytime. So convienent, a whole new form of sexaual slavery!

The hallways were mostly empty, save for a few people going back to their rooms. A pair of Suli twins whispered to each other when they saw her, a dark-haired boy who paid her no attention. And, a strawberry-haired boy struggling to help a shu girl up the stairs. That must be Wylan and his sick friend. Nina had seen cases like this before, they weren’t uncommon in pleasure houses, from the looks of her the shu girl had about four to five excruciating days left until her body gave in to the poison

She told Inej just that when Kaz and his wrath jimmied her window lock. “The poor thing has about five to six days left, I’d say. I thought water hemlock was incurable without professional help. At least, /I’ve/ never had the pleasure of seeing it cured.

“Van Eck seems to think he can. Get some more information, I’ll give you the things he asked tomorrow. You can call it, but I want information or you are not getting paid.” Kaz’s low voice responded. That boy’s voice. Positively delicious. Too bad about the whole scariest gang leader in Ketterdam thing, and the whole repressed feelings for Inej Ghafa thing. But, really, Nina should focus on the task at hand

“I haven’t talked to him much. When I got in Isidore immediately took me to my room. By the way, have you seen this?” She stepped back from window to give them a better view. Inej put a hand over her mouth. Kaz’s eyebrow twitched. “I mean, this is ridiculous.”

“Does she think you're from the stone age?” Inej laughed, peering further into the room

“Right? Anyway I’ll try to talk to him and his group tomorrow.

“Group?” Kaz questioned.

“From what I’ve seen-slash-heard he’s always with the same three friends.” Nina said. She started closing the window. “Well, I’ve got to get to sleep, on my cot.”

Inej let out another huff of laughter, muted because of the window. Nina smiled at them before closing the curtains.

***

Nina Zenik had been in Piękni Ludzie for two days. In those day she had successfully charmed everyone in Wylan’s vicinity. Slava loved her and Liling thought she could help. Conrad disagreed. At first Wylan had worried it was a prejudice against Grisha. But, at breakfast, the third day of Liling being sick and the second day of Nina, Conrad had leaned toward him and whispered: “I don’t think she’s a healer.”

“Nina?” Wylan questioned, bending his head to look at his plate, turning his right ear toward Conrad.

“Yes. I don’t think she’s a healer. She’s too… aggressively aware.” Conrad explained. Wylan looked up from his plate, his gaze going across the dining hall to Nina. Slava was with her. Slava wanted to trust Nina, both because of their common roots and for Liling’s sake. Wylan understands. His first instinct had been trust. But he was trying to change his instincts. After Zoya he’d learned he should be more careful about where he places his trust.

Which, he has been ignoring, he wants to trust people. Taking such a huge risk with Jesper was proof of that. A risk that had yielded no results. Jesper had not come yesterday. But, it could have ended much worse. In broken fingers and spirits. Ghezen, what had he been thinking?

Slava was probably right about asking Nina for help. Nina would be less likely to betray them to Mistress Isidore, being a fellow prostitute, and less likely to betray Slava, being a fellow Ravkan. One thing about Nina Zenik though; she was not a traditional prostitute. Apparently Mistress Isidore hadn’t even provided her with an actual bed, so she wasn’t expecting Nina to act as one either. The service she provided was healing. But, if Conrad was correct, she wasn’t a healer.

Wylan didn’t want her near his friends, but he had no other choice. Well he did, but it involved letting his friend die. All he could do at the moment was have her drink charcoal-water, so he needed someone’s help.

“If she’s not a healer, what kind of grisha is she?” He asked Conrad after a moment. He needed to work on not getting so caught up in his thoughts. His eyes were still on Nina and Slava. Nina looked up from their conversation. They met eyes for a moment and he looked down, his cheeks turning red at being caught.

“I do think she’s Corporalki, a Heartrender maybe.” Conrad had a concentrated look on his face as he looked away from Nina.

“Why would she-”

Wylan is cut off by Liling, her voice still unreasonably cheery if a bit weak, “are you too just gonna have a whole conversation about Nina without once talking to me? Seems a bit rude, considering I’m the one whose life is in question.” Liling had been anxious lately, with reason. It's one of the reasons Slava was rushing around looking for a solution. Liling was usually so positive. It was putting everyone on edge.

Really Wylan couldn’t blame her. You can’t expect people to be cheerful when they might die. “Sorry, I just… I think we shouldn’t ask Nina for help.”

Liling looked affronted. “What?”

“I don’t trust her, neither does Conrad.” Wylan explained, ready to bring out all his reasoning and theories

“Oh, you don’t trust a well known healer, but you trust Dirtyhand’s sharp shooter?” Liling accused. Wylan was affronted. He truly felt he’s been struck. He deserved it. Who was he to make that kind of decision for Liling?

“You’re right,” he said, trying to make amends, “let's try to talk to her after breakfast?”

“Okay, thank you. I’m sorry… I’m just,” Liling pushed her full plate away and massaed her temples, “scared.” She didn’t look better, but she didn’t look worse. She was stable, at least for the moment. Eventually her immune system would tire out and she’d be done for without a cure. If one existed.

Out of the four of them, only Slava ate anything at breakfast. Wylan was back at the piano. Liling was back at the couch, Slava next to her. Conrad looming against the wall behind the couch like a bodyguard, a very relaxed bodyguard. Nina Zenik waltzing up and leaning against the piano. “Liling? Nina Zenik,” an extended hand, “Slava told me you were sick?”

Liling eyed the hand, smiled and said “I don’t think I have enough energy to reach that hand.”

Nina laughed and replied, “I hope I can help.”

“When?” Wylan asked. Nina turned around as if just noticing him. Of course that wasn’t true, she’d leaned against the piano so that he would be in her peripheral view.

She stood up straight and turned around to look at him. He gulped. Adjusted his posture. “Well I figured I’d take a look at her, see if I can heal it, after dinner. Your room, not mine. I have no idea what Mistress Isidore was thinking when that happened. Bad working conditions.”

“Okay, see you then. Room one-oh-six. Thank you,” Wylan replied. Looking away from her and back toward his sheet music.

“You, are very welcome,” Nina called as she walked away. Conrad watched her go. Watched her look over her shoulder, watched her see him, watched her smile. He looked away. Waited a couple seconds. Looked back up, found the gold-white kefta that seemed to blend into the hallway’s mirrorless walls. Watched her walk up to Kaz Brekker, and slip into a room with him. Conrad had never seen nor heard about Kaz Brekker walking into a room with a prostitute before. Not that he always saw Kaz Brekker.

“Wylan,” everyone looked up at the sound of his voice. Conrad tried to keep his tone light. “So, I just saw the heartrender walk into a room with Dirtyhands,” he made sure that he didn’t use their names. Liling and Slava already though he believed grisha were witches.

“What?”

“If the heartrender knows Dirtyhands, she might be working for him,” Conrad said through his teeth.

“Oh. Why would he be interested in, uh, our sick friend?” Wylan looked in the direction Nina had gone.

“I don’t know. I’ll find out, though. I really don’t want to worry them, so don’t tell them and laugh like I made a joke,” Conrad laughed, leaning back against the wall. Wylan laughed too, though it honestly wasn’t that convincing.

Dinner came, the circular tables in the dining hall covered in food. Fish and rice mostly, that’s what was cheap to buy, herring because of the sea access and rice because of the trade agreement with the Shu. Rice didn’t go bad and was easily bought in bulk. There were also various breads and cheeses, and a couple of desserts. Conrad forced himself and everyone else to eat some of the food, despite their nerves. Nina didn’t sit with them. Liling couldn’t eat much, nearly threw up from just plain rice.

They went back to Wylan’s room, as usual, the only difference being that Nina was tagging along. When they got in everyone went to their normal spots, Slava on top of the dresser. Conrad in front of the window, sitting in the chair for the desk. Liling on the bed, And, well, before Liling had been poisoned Wylan had been on the bed with Liling. Now he stood in front to the chairless desk to make charcoal water. Nina closed the door behind them all and leaned against it. “So, all we’ve been doing so far is giving her some charcoal water, it doesn’t really do anything to stop the poison, but it helps with her stomach and absorbs some of the toxins,” Wylan explained it wasn’t very commonly known that activated charcoal could help with these types of things. The only reason he knew about it was, the same reason he knew anything about medicine, because he’s had a tutor whose sister had served as a medic in the first army during the war.

“Where are you getting it?” Nina questioned, moving toward him. Wylan’s cheeks went red again. “Well it’s just made out of some of my drawing charcoals and tap water. I’m about to make some now if you want to see.” Nina nodded, reminding herself that she was supposed to know about this kind of stuff. She looked over his shoulder as he began the process. There was a gas lantern on the desk that he flicked on. He grabbed one of his charcoals and crushed it on top of a metal plate that must have been stolen from the dining room. He set the plate on top of the lantern. The bottom of it was already slightly darkened from the flame.

“This helps sterilize it a little bit and begins activating it,” Wylan explained as dry crunching sounds came from the plate. He stepped away from the desk then, grabbing a metal cup from the bedside table and going into the bathroom. He came back with the cup, now about two thirds full of water. “Tap water isn’t the best, but… yeah.” Wylan switched the plate for the cup, which barely covered the lamps opening. “It’s kind of precarious so, don’t jostle the table or anything. We’ll have to wait for this to boil. I know that, ideally, we’d heat them both at the same time but we can’t, so this works, even if it means boiling them together for longer.” Conrad smiled a fond smile. Wylan always talked more when it was about these things, it was a passion. Nina nodded like she understood what he was talking about. “Do you want me to do the check while we wait for that?” Nods from all around the room.

She stepped forward. She hated tricking them like this. She moved her hands over Liling, helping her heart pump at a steadier rhythm, that tugged on a few for Liling’s nerves so that they’d stop sending messages to the brain about the pain in her stomach, at least temporarily. She couldn’t do anything about the fever, but this would convince them she could help. A cheap trick, but an effective one. “How does that feel?”

“Oh! My stomach doesn’t hurt as much. Thank you.” Liling exclaimed, shifting into a more comfortable position. Conrad crossed his legs and glared at Nina. She didn’t seem to notice. There was a clink from the desk and Nina turned to see Wylan carefully pouring the charcoal off the plate into the boiling water. “How do you know so much about medicine?” She asked. Conrad narrowed his eyes at her. Wylan answered her without looking up from his task. “Tutors. I used to be a rich kid before… this.” Wylan was a bit proud of himself for saying it so casually. Even if his face went pink, they couldn’t see it anyway. This was the first time he’d talked about how he ended up here with anyone. “Before what exactly?” Nina asked, pretending not to notice the way Conrad had blinked at Wylan’s explanation. The way Slava had shifted on the dresser.The way Liling’s shoulders had stiffened a bit. She’d known he used to be rich. What she was tasked with finding out was why there were no rumors or missing posters for Jan Van Eck’s only son.

“That’s a little personal.” Wylan said, turning around. He glanced at Conrad to see how he had reacted to the admission. Conrad gave a small nod of acknowledgement.

“Sorry,” Nina said. Obviously Wylan wasn’t the ‘here let me tell you my whole life story’ type. She’d either have to figure it out herself, make him talk, or try to earn his trust. The first option, she doubted she could do with out more help. The second option, she could do, but it would be a hassle and she’d really rather not do it. The third she doubted she had enough time for, but it was the most preferable option. So it would be plan C for now, and if it didn’t work, back to plan B. Wylan used the end of a paintbrush to stir the water in the cup, which had turned a dark grey. “That’s fine.” His head was carefully bent, the light shining off his hair as he used a small towel to pick up the hot cup. He set it down on the table and wrapped the towel around it like cozy. He picked it back up and handed the warm charcoal water to Liling, maneuvering around Nina. Liling brought it to her lips, blowing on it and making a face before taking a sip.

“Yeah yeah, it doesn’t taste good, we get it,” Slava jeered from the dresser. “You’re not the one who has to drink it,” Liling said before knocking the whole cup back like Slava’s alcoholic uncle at a wedding.

“I’m not the one who went and pissed off Mistress Isidore so that she’d go and try to kill me,” Slava’s tone was still joking, though she meant her words. The smile that had previously been on Liling’s face fell.

“I did nothing wrong.” She said, suddenly serious. Slava realized that her comment had been taken seriously, she hadn’t meant to cause a fight, but, “You came too close to freedom, Liling. That’s all she fucking needs, I don’t understand why you had to tempt her!”

“I wasn’t tempting her I was earning my freedom,” Liling growled back.

“Which is tempting her! You know she doesn’t let anyone out of here unless it’s on her own terms,” Slava said.

“That’s not my fault,” Liling cried.

“I know it’s not… I’m just angry, ya’ know. I don’t understand why-” she used the heel of her palm to wipe at her eye, “-she is the way she is.” Slava then seemed to realize that there were other people in the room beside her and Liling, including Nina, whom she did not know well enough to feel completely comfortable around yet, let alone comfortable crying in front of. Liling struggled to sit up. “Sorry I yelled at you-”

“You shouldn’t be sorry! I’m the one who started blaming you for all this,” Slava exclaimed, hopping off the dresser and going to Liling. Everyone in the room suddenly felt that they were intruding on something personal. Nina stepped away, and toward the door through pure instinct. Wylan blushed and spun to turn off the gas lamp on his desk. Conrad looked down and crossed and uncrossed his legs.

Slava sat next to Liling on the bed, taking her hands. Still aware of the people in the room. “Li, I just want you to be okay. I don’t think I can take this place without you.”

“I’m sure that you can. You’re so strong,” Liling brushed a hand across the shaved side of Slava’s head, over the brand, as if she were tucking a piece of hair behind Slava’s ear. Slava recaptured Liling’s hand, laid them both in her lap. She then crossed her legs, bringing them up onto the bed, kicking off her shoes along the way. She leaned against the headboard and Liling shifted so that her head against Slava’s thigh.

“I hope that you two don’t plan on sleeping there. Wylan kinda needs it later,” Conrad said. Wylan let out a puff of laughter, and was surprised when Nina did as well.

“You speak Fjerdan? What did he say? Wylan doesn’t tell us sometimes,” Slava said, looking between Nina and Conrad. Conrad looked cross at this development. After everyone had left, gone to their respective rooms and to sleep, Conrad lingered. “Why would a healer, presumably from the Little Palace, know Fjerdan so well?”

“I don’t know Conrad, maybe she was rich too,” Wylan grumbled sarcastically from his desk, now complete with a chair. Conrad continued to pace across the room. “She’s not a healer, she knows Dirtyhands. I don’t trust her.”

“You don’t have to trust her. She’s helping Liling, even if she wasn’t trained as a healer or whatever,” Wylan said, not looking up from whatever he was doing. “If she wasn’t trained to heal, she can’t heal. It’s a trick!” Conrad stopped pacing and looked at the door. Opened it.

“Goodnight, Conrad.”

Conrad did not respond. Closing the door behind him, he stiffly walked to Nina’s room. Some would call it a march. He rapped on her door. She opened it. A fire was crackling. Nina up glared at him.

“What do you want?” Well, that was a different attitude than he was used to. He tried not to show it. Conrad looked up and down the brightly lit hallways, he watched a woman dressed in a white-silver gown was dragged down the hallway. Saw the man say something to the woman, saw her mutter and gesture down the hall. The man dragged her the way she’d pointed and the door slammed.

“Can I come in? I’d rather not be interrupted.” She huffed, but opened the door wider and stepped aside.

“What do you want?” She said again, and Conrad heard a very faint accent on her words. Conrad sighed, stepping in and closing the door. “I just want to know know if you’re actually a healer.”

“What?” Nina whipped around from where she was in front of the door.

“You don’t act like a healer, I just want to-”

Nina cut him off with a hiss, “Drüskelle.”

Conrad moved to take a step back, but found himself frozen. A hertrender then. “No, no. I’m not. I swear,” he rushed to explain.

He still couldn’t move. Nina narrowed her eyes. “I suppose if you were a Drüskelle you’d have tried to kill me before now. Still, what do you want.”

Conrad let a rush of air, thankful that she hadn’t questioned him further. “I just want to know if you can actually help Liling. She deserves to live, not to be caught up in one of Dirtyhands’ schemes.”

“Now, who said anything about Dirtyhands?” This was more familiar, words said in a sultry tone, leaning sensually against the stone table in the corner of the room. Conrad shook out his wrist, stiff from not moving, and had a distinct feeling that she was playing with him.

“I saw you go into a room with him this morning,” he said, and put himself in the opposite corner of the room, as far away as he could get, and close to the door. She hummed. “He was just dropping off this,” She turned around and reached under the stone table, bringing up a canvas bag and setting it down at her elbow.

“What’s that?” Conrad eyed the bag wearily. “Come over here and see for yourself.”

Conrad rolled his eyes this time. He made his way across the room, almost forgetting the fire pit, narrowly missing it as he made his way to Nina. The canvas was stained by dirt and a drawstring held it closed. He looked at Nina, who shrugged at him. A vague go ahead. His still stiff fingers tugged at the opening. Inside were different bags of herbs and... acorns? “Is this…” he clutched the bag tightly.

“What Wylan asked for? The potential cure for Liling? Yes. So, actually, I can help your friend, but, that’s not what I was hired for.”

“What?”

The ‘what’ represented a lot of feelings. Confusion as to what exactly was going on, he’d had a few clues and had seen no way to string them together. Now, suddenly she was offering explanations, but none that he’d thought of. The only thing he had know for sure was that she was not a healer, and the only thing he’d come to ask was if she could help Liling. Now he was a tangled mess of questions and feelings. Primarily, though, the ‘what’ represented the outrage he felt. She, a girl none of them knew, who had seen that Liling did not deserve what Mistress Isidore did (no one did), would withhold a medicine, a cure, because it was not what she’d been hired for?

“I was hired to get information on Wylan, to figure out why Jan van Eck hasn’t filed a missing person’s report.” Conrad had no idea who Jan van Eck was.

Nina saw his confusion and let out a caramel laugh that matched her cocked hips and wavy hair. “Ask your friend.”

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The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

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Chapter 8: How To Turn Your Stupidity Into a Sexy Attitude

The next day, (Y/N) was happy to wake up and see Klaus sleeping beside her. He looked so calm and graceful, mouth slightly opened.

She took a bath and changed in the bathroom, kissed Klaus goodbye in the forehead, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

When she enters the kitchen, Luther and Alisson are eating in silence, and Grace is making her juice.

-Guten Morgen!- she greets them with a wide smile.

-Morning, (Y/N)- Luther responds while Alisson waves.

-Got any plans for today, Luther?

-Not really.

-Good- she thanks Grace for the juice and drinks it-. So, you're staying home?

-Yeah.

-May I ask you a favor?

Alisson looks at her with a frown. Since when they were so friendly to each other?

-Uh, sure.

-Can you take care of Klaus?- she takes a piece of bread with peanut butter Grace is offering her-. I don't expect you to prevent him from taking anything, he's good at snicking. But, can you watch out he doesn't have an overdose or choke in his vomit?

-Yeah, don't worry- Luther gives her a small smile-. He has survived on his own all these years, I bet he can make it through a couple of hours. I'll keep an eye on him, though.

-Thanks. I've to go, see you later.

(Y/N) starts walking towards the door when Alisson's voice stops her:

-Where are you going?

-To work. Ren, my boss, will be very angry if I arrive late, so I better hurry up.

-You work?

-Yeah, at the flower shop, downtown. Come to visit any time you want, I'll give you a discount.

-Thanks- Luther says.

-Well, bye.

She takes the car since it's raining and chilly.

As soon as she stops in front of the shop, Ren runs out to meet her, an incomplete bouquet of roses on his hand.

-Finally! I couldn't sleep last night out of curiosity. Tell me everything!

She laughs as she gets out of the car. Then, she walks inside the shop, the scent of various flowers receiving her.

-Girl, stop playing around and spill the tea!

-Well...

-Oh, no!- Lile, Ren's sister, enters the shop with three coffees and a box of donuts-. Did I miss the story? Shit! No, you gotta tell it again!

-She was just about to tell it!- Ren takes his coffee-. So shut your mouth and listen.

-Oh, sorry. Here's your coffee, Voss. Soy milk, I remembered this time.

-Thanks, Lile.

-So, how did he react when he saw you?

-Did he kiss you?

-Where did he take you yesterday?

-Did you meet his family?

(Y/N) laughs.

-Hold up! One question at the time. Well... He was with all his siblings when he saw me. I presented myself, but he was too busy drinking at the bar, so I called his attention by saying his names- she sights-. And when he saw me, he smiled and ran to hug me. Oh, guys, it was amazing! I could have died there and then.

-So, no kiss?- Lile seemed disappointed.

-No. But we did sleep in the same bed- Ren looks at her mischievously-. Just sleep, nothing else.

-And where you went yesterday?

-We drove around town, he wanted to show me some spots from his childhood- she lied-. We went with his niece, it was so fun!

She extended her hand to take her coffee.

-And...- Lile is interrupted by her brother.

-OH MY GOD!- he takes (Y/N) by the wrist and gets closer-. You got married!?

-AH!- Lile screams, almost climbing the front desk to see the band-. Girl, how you got that in such a short notice?

-How dare you not invite us?

-Yeah! We've been hearing you talk about "your soulmate" for almost three years!

-Guys, no, no...- she looks at the ring, sad-. I didn't marry him, it was a silly game we were playing yesterday with his niece. And the ring belonged to Sir Reginald's wife, it was given to me as a gift.

-Oh- Lile sits back-. I kind of expected a more cinematic rencounter, you know? I mean, after not seeing each other for four years, that's the least...

The front door opens, the bells hanging from it ringing, and a tall redhead man looking at his phone enters.

-Hi, Dylan- Ren smiles at him.

-Hey, guys- he looks up from his phone-. Oh, (Y/N), you're back!

-What are you doing here, Hitchcock?- she asks in a soft tone.

-Oh, so now that the Hargreeves kid had come back you don't want to see me?- he fakes being offended.

-Don't be silly- she laughs as he approaches the front desk-. It's just weird you're here, you only come on Mondays and Thursdays.

-Yeah, but Janet's daughter went to the office yesterday and tore the flowers, and her mom can't wait till Thursday- he winces-. Anyway, can you make her usual arrangement, please?

-Oh, sure- Lile goes to the back of the store-. It'll be in ten minutes.

-Thanks- he rests his arms on the desk-. How was rencounter?

-Oh, boy, I've seen more interesting dates in National Geographic- Ren answers, watering some plants-. Don't let that ring fool you, it's just a present.

-For me, it was perfect- (Y/N) replies-. Coffee?

Dylan takes a sip from her cup and rubs his eyes.

-Man, I'm so tired. But hey, at least I have a day off tomorrow.

-Oh, it's your birthday! 32, right?

-Yeap- he gets closer to her-. I don't know if Lile and Ren already told you, but we're reuniting at my apartment later today. It's something small, just some drinks and snacks... Would you like to come?

-I'd love to!

-Great, this is my address and phone number- he writes it down on a piece of paper at the counter-. It starts at 7.

-Th...

Outside the shop, a taxi skids and a man dressed in black with a pink scarf rolls on the hood. He had his hands full of candy and snacks and was being chased by a policeman.

-Can you excuse me?- (Y/N) says to Dylan as she runs outside.

-Where are you going?- Ren asks, but she doesn't answer.

Outside the shop, she rushes to the other side of the street.

-Klaus! Klaus!

-Oh, hi, honey!

He doesn't stop running, but the officer does.

-Miss Voss, you know him?

-Unfortunately, I do- she turns to see him-. I apologize, Officer Evans. I'll pay for what he took.

-Alright.

After she paid for everything, (Y/N) went to look for Klaus, and found him sitting on the sidewalk, eating some chips.

-What are you doing here?

-Love, hi... You want chocolate?- he offered her a bar.

-No- she looked around-. Are you here alone?

-I'm sorry, sorry- she hears Luther behind her. She glares at him-. I got distracted talking with Five, sorry.

-Don't worry, I don't think someone can stop him, to be honest.

-Klaus, we need to go back to the house.

-Oh, sure.

He stands up, blinks an eye to his friends, and gives her the bar of chocolate.

-You owe me $30- she says.

-We're married, what's yours it's mine- he does a dramatic bow and leaves.

(Y/N) can't help but smile.

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