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ollieofthebeholder · 10 months

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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 31: January 2010

Gerard slips into the room, closing the door as quietly as he can behind him, and gives his eyes a second to adjust. It’s dark, not necessarily by design, but it is well after sundown and the curtains are tightly closed. The green glow of the luminescent hands of the alarm clock on the nightstand gives texture to some of the shadows around it, but little more than that.

“Hey,” he says, keeping his voice as low as possible. “How is he?”

“Sleeping. I think.” Melanie’s voice is barely above a whisper. She sits at the side of the bed, both hands wrapped loosely around one of Martin’s. “He’s not fighting things that aren’t—that I can’t see, anyway.”

Gerard comes closer and sits beside Melanie. As usual, he’s struck by the difference between this room and his own, or Melanie’s. Gerard’s room, one of the few spaces in his life he’s always had control over, can be most charitably described as organized chaos, his clothing spilling out of boxes rather than bothering to put it away and the carpet and wall behind and beneath his easel splattered with long-dried paint, all the furniture and woodwork painted or stained as dark as he could get it and a haphazard collection of tapes and CDs littering the area around his stereo. Melanie’s, especially these days, frequently looks like a small localized tornado has swept through, and her walls are so covered with band posters and pictures cut out of magazines and photographs of the three of them that you can’t see the original wallpaper, but the furniture is the same white gilt-edged furniture she inherited from her late mother that she’s used her whole life.

By contrast, Martin’s room is neat as a pin, all his belongings carefully tucked away out of sight, the walls perfectly blank and painted in clean, light colors. The furniture is cheap but serviceable, although the bed is of surprisingly good quality and size (or would be if Gerard didn’t know it used to be Roger and Lily’s), and everything is laid out very precisely and logically. There’s no decoration, no personalization, no expression of individuality.

Gerard knows that at least part of that is because Martin always had trouble focusing on his homework as a kid if there was literally anything to distract him, but damn, he’s a grown adult with a job now. Surely he can let himself have something. On the other hand, part of it is also that he’s ever so slightly paranoid about losing things the second they’re out of his line of sight and thus minimizes the clutter and places for things to hide as much as possible, and Gerard isn’t sure how to alleviate that. Especially not since there’s a good reason for him to fear it.

He reaches out and gently lays the back of his hand against Martin’s forehead. “Jesus. He’s still burning up.”

“Maybe we should take him back to the A&E.” Melanie’s voice wavers uncertainly. “That doctor said he’d be fine with a bit of rest, but…it’s been three days.”

Gerard worries at his lower lip for a moment. He’s never going to forgive himself for this.

He’s been touring the continent for the last few months, mostly in the south, trying to get away from…everything. Chasing he doesn’t know what. Freedom? Change? He never planned to be gone forever, just long enough for things to settle a bit. His thought was to take a year, learn a few things, and then come home in time for Martin’s birthday in August. It was when he’d called to find out if Melanie had got the Christmas present he’d posted from Athens that he changed his plans.

It’s been an unusually cold, wet winter, and while Martin never complains, and wouldn’t have said a word even if either of them had been in town, Gerard likes to think he would have at least bought his brother a decent pair of boots. Instead he’s been walking around in shoes that aren’t waterproof with the soles nearly worn through, without a warm enough coat, and the car finally gave up the ghost three weeks before Gerard left the country. No wonder he’s sick now.

Bronchitis. Not as bad as it could be, but bad enough, and Martin let it go untreated too long, according to Melanie. Unsurprising, since he’s been alone for the last few weeks, between Gerard being thousands of miles away on holiday and Melanie trying to get that ghost-hunting show off the ground, and also because it’s Martin, who will run himself into the ground to take care of the people around him but would rather chew off his own arms than admit he needs it too.

Gerard is just thankful Melanie made it home from her filming a couple days before Martin collapsed while trying to re-shelf some books. And that he called her when he did instead of a few days earlier, because if he’d moved on to another country, she wouldn’t have been able to let him know what’s going on.

“They discharged him, though, right?” he asks. “I mean, he was at the A&E and they said he was good to go home?”

“Honestly, I think they were overfull and didn’t consider him a priority,” Melanie grumbles. “But he was awake…sort of…and we got an official discharge with a prescription, but the second I got him home…” She nods at the bed.

Gerard swears softly under his breath. “I’m rubbish at this.”

“Me, too. I thought I could do this because Martin always did it for me—and for Dad and Lily—and I thought I’d learned from watching him, but…” Melanie won’t meet Gerard’s eyes. “Martin never let it get this bad when it was us.”

“We weren’t here.” It’s a weak excuse and Gerard knows it. Even if he’d been in London, the likelihood he would have noticed anything until it was too late is slim to none. Since the incident with that early edition of Stand Still Like the Hummingbird a few years back, he’s become adept at spotting when Martin’s mental health is starting to fray, but hell, Gerard can barely tell when he’s starting to actually get sick with something serious, let alone when Martin “it’s supposed to do that” Blackwood is. Besides, Martin isn’t the sort to give in to illness. Partly it’s the same situation as Gerard and the migraines he’s finally outgrown—that his being sick was never taken seriously growing up, that he was expected to suck it up and deal—but partly it’s that he focuses so hard on taking care of others that he won’t let himself be sick. For him to be like this…

Gerard hears an odd sound, only obvious because of how quiet the room is—a faint rustling, a riffling of cardboard—coming from Melanie’s direction and frowns at her. “Neens? What are you doing?”

Melanie stills, her head still bowed, looking at whatever is in her hands. “I won’t lose him.”

“Melanie.” Gerard’s stomach lurches as he realizes what she’s holding. He reaches over and covers it with his hands. “Do you actually think you can cheat Death?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, yes, you can, but—Melanie, you know you won’t like the consequences.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.” Melanie’s voice is nearly inaudible. “To be trapped by one of Them forever, if it means you and Martin are okay…I’d put up with a lot for that.”

Gerard gently cups Melanie’s chin and turns her head in his direction, forcing her to look at him. “He will never forgive himself if you bind yourself to one of the Fourteen for him. Ever.”

Melanie’s eyes brim with tears, and she pushes his hand away roughly, but she does put the deck of cards in the drawer of the nightstand. “I fucking hate you.”

“So what else is new?”

They sit in silence for several more minutes, listening to Martin’s raspy, labored breathing. Finally, Gerard breaks it, just because he can’t stand the sound. “Bets on whether we’ll be able to get him to stay in bed once he wakes up?”

“He’s going to stay in this bed until he’s well if I have to tie him to it and sit on him,” Melanie says fiercely. “If he gets up he’ll just get sick again. I mean it, Gerry, I am not losing him. Not him or you. Not to something like this.”

“It’s not the way I’d want to go out,” Gerard agrees. Not that he thinks he’ll have the luxury of dying of old age, not with the life they lead, but getting taken out by something preventable like a virus just feels anticlimactic and unfair. He’s sure he’ll end up dying at the hands of one of the Fourteen, probably in agony. He just hopes it’s not in front of Melanie or Martin.

Melanie lifts her hand and begins brushing Martin’s hair back from his forehead in soft, rhythmic strokes. After a moment, she begins humming, then singing softly. Gerard recognizes it as the old seamen’s hymn, the one Martin sings sometimes when he feels sad or lonely. When he feels the fog closing in, as he puts it. Gerard joins in as soon as he remembers where the words are going, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

The tattoos on his joints give a dull, pulsing throb, and Gerard realizes they aren’t just singing for no reason, even if Melanie thought they were when she started. Something is trying to get at them, probably the Lonely, and the song is helping to push it back. Maybe.

Martin’s breath hitches, then evens out. Slowly, almost painfully, his lashes flutter open, and he squints up into the darkness. “Melanie?” he croaks. His eyes widen suddenly, and he tries to lift a hand to her face. “Melanie, your—eyes—”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Melanie says gently. She grabs at something on the bedside table—Gerard is about to reprimand her for going for the cards—then comes back with Martin’s glasses and slides them onto his face before leaning over to kiss his forehead. “There. Better?”

Martin blinks slowly once, twice, then nods. “Yeah,” he says, sounding uncertain and disorientated. “What…time is it?”

“Half-two,” Gerard says with a quick glance at the alarm clock. “In the morning, not in the afternoon.”

“Gerry…?” Martin tries to sit up. Both Melanie and Gerard make noises of concern and try to stop him. “What…are you doing…here?”

“I came back when Melanie told me you were sick.” Gerard concedes the inevitable and gets up to help Martin into a reclining position, leaning against the headboard and propped against his pillows so he can—hopefully—breathe. “What, did you think I’d just say ‘oh, well, that sucks’ and keep traipsing across the continent?”

“I mean…yes?” Martin blinks at him, evidently confused. “I’m not sick?”

“You are,” Melanie says, her voice wavering between exasperation and worry. “The doctor at the A&E said it was bronchitis.”

Martin turns his confusion on Melanie. “When was I at the A&E?”

“Three days ago. You fainted at work and they called an ambulance for you.”

Martin coughs, a wheezing, rattling thing that sends a spike of anxiety up Gerard’s spine, and Melanie hands him a glass of water that she’s evidently had waiting for him. “Okay. Maybe I am sick.” He takes a sip of water, then looks up at Gerard, guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry you cut your holiday short.”

“I’m not. Traveling alone was starting to get old anyway.” Gerard sits on the edge of Martin’s bed and pats his leg under the blanket. “And since I’m here, I can help Melanie force you to stay in bed until you’re actually over this.”

Martin opens his mouth to protest, but Melanie forestalls him. “Shut up. You’re not putting me through this again. If you try to get up too soon, you’ll just get sick again, and next time it might turn into pneumonia. You are going to stay in this bed until your fever’s been down for at least twenty-four hours without medication and I’m satisfied you’re back to normal.”

Gerard can’t help but smile a little. “Dr. King has spoken.”

“You can shut up, too.”

Martin sighs. “If I went to the A&E from the Institute, I’ll have to have a doctor’s note to go back to work anyway. Good job I’ve got plenty of sick time, I guess.”

“Have you taken a sick day since you started?” Gerard asks.

“No, not really. A personal day here and there, but nothing like this.”

Melanie hesitates. “There was a text a couple days ago—I didn’t recognize the number and it’s not saved in your phone, but whoever it was told you that you had plenty of time built up, and not to come back until you were ‘properly well’ because ‘the Library needs you at your best’. So I think you’ll be okay.”

“That’s…not as comforting as you might think.” Martin lets his head bang gently against the wall and closes his eyes for a moment. “All right. You win. I’ll be good.” He yawns, then breaks off into a coughing fit. “Ugh. I think I’m going back to sleep for a bit. Um, I’ve still only got the sofa, but—“

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not leaving you.” Melanie scoots the chair closer to make her point.

Gerard nods in agreement. “Get some sleep, both of you. I’ll be here.”

It’s a sign of how sick Martin is that he complies immediately, letting his eyes drift shut and his shoulders relax. It’s also a sign of how little sleep Melanie’s had in the last three days that she folds her arms on the side of Martin’s bed, rests her head on them, and falls asleep barely a heartbeat later. Gerard slips out to the living room long enough to grab the knitted throw Martin made when he was twelve, then tosses it over Melanie’s shoulders before settling onto the end of the bed cross-legged to watch them.

He doesn’t regret coming back. Not in the slightest. The trip’s been good for him, but he’s glad to be home, even under the circumstances. And when Martin is better, he’ll be gladder still. For now, he sets himself to keeping an eye on his brother and sister. He doesn’t doubt for a minute that Melanie’s been wearing herself to a thread with fretting, and she needs looking after as much as Martin does, in a way.

That’s his job. He may not be as good at it as Martin—nobody is, really—but he’s still the big brother, and he still feels a need to look after them. He probably always will.

After all, he loves them, and love is worth the work put into it.

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capricornwriter5 · 2 years

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You are the one - Chapter 21

Pairing: Bang Chan x female OC; Lee Know x female OC

Genre: au (high shool, college), love triangle, fluff, angst, smut, from friends to lovers. ⚠️Warning: soft drugs

Words: 6k

Summary: Bang Chan and Jasmine have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With little time to finish high school, they both begin to develop romantic feelings. However, family situations and communication issues force them to move away. Once in college, they decide to try to regain the friendship they had. As Bang Chan sees the opportunity to finally be with the girl he has always loved, his friend Lee Know, who had been studying in England, returns home and the connection he develops with Jasmine is undeniable. Can the chemistry and attraction with Lee Know outweigh a tender first love and memories of years of friendship between Bang Chan and Jasmine?

Disclaimer: I named the character Jasmine (Minnie for Chan 🥰) because I love that name. Besides, it’s easier if we want to see Chan saying cute names (it’s better than just Y/N, I think) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea. <3

Chapter 21 - The Three Sighs

Lee Know's apology came the next day as he was walking with Jaz after they had bought a hot chocolate so they could enjoy them while walking.

The girl warmed her hands with her drink until Lee Know took her hand and holding it, he slipped it inside his coat. It was a typical gesture of him, although Lee Know was not characterized by being very expressive or affectionate, Jaz knew that as soon as they left the house, the photographer took her hand and made sure to have her close at all times. Maybe it was his jealous nature and even a little possessive, or maybe it was because when he wanted to he could be very sweet, but whatever the reason, that day Lee Know couldn't get his girl to smile at him, it was OBVIOUS that Jaz was still upset with him.

"Listen, kitten, I think I screwed things up yesterday." Lee Know stopped walking and the girl did the same when she heard that, to tell the truth, she didn't expect him to realize his mistake, and that wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for Chan practically slapping him last night with his comment. "I'm sorry."

Jaz nodded and waited for him to continue talking, at least a question related to how she felt; however, Minho was not that type of person, he though that an apology was enough to forget an error. Therefore, it was nothing weird for him just to take out Jaz's hand and kissed it.

"Then... we're fine, right?"

"Sure, just don't make me decorate again, please."

"I promise."

Jaz tried to convince herself that she was exaggerating and that she didn't have to expect Lee Know to behave like Chan, they were totally different people, and logically their relationship would also be different. So, the girl smiled at the photographer and kept walking with him while listening to him talk about how the gallery was going and other things. Also, Minho told her that for Christmas and New Year he would travel to England with his grandparents, something that excited him a lot because they had not gone for years.

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Not only was Lee Know excited about the date, but Romy was also, so much so that for the first time in a long time she asked Minho's grandparents for the afternoon off to go with Jaz to buy some things she needed.

That day, Romy literally pulled her best friend out of the library to come with her, she didn't even tell Jaz where they were going. "That's enough, there's NO ONE in the library studying these days, only you. You're going to get out of there, you're going to love where we're going." Said the girl pushing Jaz.

"Why are you so hyped? Shouldn't you be working?"

"I asked for the day, I won't be able to go to Felix's dinner and I feel really bad, so I thought I could send something, a few desserts sound good."

"Right, Felix's dinner is this week."

"Don't tell me you won't go. Jaz, it's FELIX! Are you hard-hearted enough to say no to him?"

"You won't go either"

"Because I can't, I have a family activity that day, and it's not that I'm dying to see my stupid brothers, but I have no choice, I don't want to listen to my parents talking about the same thing for a whole year. But you could go and have a good time. Or do you want Felix to attack you with videos where he comes out crying because you told him no?"

"He already started," Jaz showed her the conversation with Felix, which was full of short videos of the boy complaining and making himself cry. "Even so, I think I'll stay home. But don't make that face at me! I can go with you to buy what you need." Jaz covered herself with her arms before getting a punch from Romy.

After walking several streets, they arrived at a shop, there was so much to choose from that Jaz laughed at the sight of her friend going crazy and taking a little bit of everything.

"What are you supposed to cook?"

"A few desserts, but the best will be the cookies, no one else knows the recipe," Romy assured winking at her.

"Cookies? Changbin loves them, he'll be the first to eat them, especially when he knows that you made them." Jaz joked raising her eyebrows.

Romy's reaction was so radically different than she would have had at any other time, that Jaz misplaced a fruit and almost caused a mess. Her friend was LAUGHING at a comment involving Changbin, that was definitely something new.

"Just another random comment... Changbin loves nuts." Jaz whispered into her friend's ear. "Something you could consider now that you're choosing ingredients." Before Romy could tell her to stop, Jaz was already on her way to the exit door. "While you're still shopping, I'll go check out the bookstore next door."

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Meanwhile, Jasmine was looking through the art books they had in the bookstore, but being such a small place, it didn't surprise her that it was just one shelf dedicated to art. In the next one, she saw books on biology, mathematics, languages, and finally, a very small section on astronomy. It was not a subject that interested her much, although she had read more books on the topic than she could number. At school, she had bought several to understand a little better what Chan talked about during those nights they passed hours looking at the sky.

There were others books she had already read in the school library with Chan. It was inevitable that Jaz smiled slightly as she remembered herself trying to find the shape of the constellations and asking Chan every two minutes what certain words that appeared in the books meant. The girl even laughed remembering when they were in the third year and the librarian scolded them a lot when he saw that they had scratched a book. Jaz had been reading a book in which the images were of poor quality and she did not understand a thing. In the end, Chan had decided to give her a hand and drew on top of the photographs so that his best friend could identify the stars.

Jasmine knew every book on that shelf except one with a white cover decorated with scarlet letters. Just opening it, a sigh escaped her lips, they were photos of buildings whose ceilings were decorated with paintings related to astronomy. From very old buildings to much more modern ones, pages and pages of amazing pictures.

"Chris would go crazy over this." Jaz thought smiling, it would be the PERFECT gift.

Finally, after two years, Jasmine was genuinely excited to buy a gift, but when she was in front of the cashier, reality kicked her. Why would she buy it if she didn't even talk to Bang Chan?

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The girls visited three other locations on streets Jaz didn't know they exist. However, Romy's tour was getting difficult to handle for the numerous bags both girls needed to carry.

"For fuck's sake, Romy! Are going to open a bakery? I can't stand my arms, please tell me that you already got everything." They had stopped to eat something, but they had so many bags that the girls had needed two more chairs for Romy to put everything.

Just when Romy was giving the bad news that she still needed to go to two other places, some of her bags fell down. Jaz tried to help her, but she stopped when she discovered something that made her smirk.

"Just look who bought two extra bags of nuts! Wait! Where are you going? Romy, don't go! Why do you always do that?"

"I have to go get food." She answered getting up quickly and even hitting her knee on the table by trying to escape.

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Christmas dinner at Felix's house could not be cozier, the boy literally received all his friends with scarves, sweaters, hot chocolate, and even Christmas hats. Felix's charm had a special effect on all his friends, he even managed to get Hyunjin to change his designer coat for the Christmas sweater that Felix had given him. No one imagined seeing Hyunjin in a sweater knitted with Christmas llamas.

Felix had put so much effort in that night that he had innumerable snacks, board games, and movies. He even played Christmas music in order to make that night unforgettable for his friends. The only thing Felix had not done was the main dish, as Lee Know made him promise to let him help him with that.

"Felix is going to die when he finds out you came." Lee Know said smiling at Jaz as they waited for the boy to open the door for them.

After much thought, Jaz concluded that maybe Minho was right and it was time to make new memories at Christmas time, plus she didn't want to disappoint Felix, so she ended up accepting.

"Min, before we go in, I have something to ask you."

"Sure, kitten, whatever you want."

"I'm making an effort to be here and celebrate these dates with all of you, but don't leave me alone. It's not easy for me"

For a moment Jaz convinced herself that Minho just decided to ignore her for he did not articulate a sound; however, there was no need for saying anything, since the way the photographer kissed her, seizing the time they had before someone opened the door, left Jazz speechless.

"I promise you I'll be by your side; if you want, we can leave a little earlier." Jaz nodded with a smile that grew even bigger when hearing Hyunjin's scream at seeing her there. The boy opened the door waiting to see Lee Know, but definitely not Jaz.

"FELIX, LOOK WHO CAME!" The voice volume in that shout was loud enough to make Han throw a control into the air and almost hit Changbin.

Jaz couldn't take a single step inside the house because of Felix's hug. And it is that not only he, but the others also did the same. After two long years, their friend had finally decided to celebrate Christmas with them.

Chan stood the last watching as everyone greeted her. The boy smiled even more than the rest to see her there, laughing with her friends and wearing the headband with reindeer antlers that Felix had put on her. He was happy for Jaz, of course, he was even going to walk over to greet her, but he saw how Lee Know pushed Han to let Jazmine breathe. Chan also saw how the photographer brought her closer to him, and as much as he didn't want to, that bothered him. Chan also couldn't help but think that the one who had convinced her to go was Lee Know. How did Lee Know had achieved such a thing? It was at that moment that Chan stopped his thoughts and reproached himself for how jealous and immature he was being.

After a while, Jaz had handed Felix what Romy had sent and sat down with the rest of the boys to watch Han and Hyunjin play a videogame; or rather, to see how Han beat up Hyunjin in the game.

"Felix, do you need help with anything?" The girl asked when the blond sat down next to her.

"Don't worry, stay here watching Hyunjin's humiliation while I take care of the food with Lee Know."

"Forget it, you must be the one who sits, you've done too much already, I'll cook with Lee Know, it can't be that bad, I'm used to it, one more day won't hurt me," Seungmin said dodging a pillow that was going straight for his face, clearly, Lee Know had thrown it at him.

While Felix's house wasn't as huge as Changbin's or Chan's, it was spacious enough so the group could be doing multiple activities at the same time. That was how Changbin and Jaz ended up having a little smoke next to a window while Han, Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix organized a wildly complicated board game. To tell the truth, it wouldn't have been so complicated if they hadn't listened to Hyunjin, who swore he knew the rules, but the truth was that he had never played it.

"Hurry up, we're going to get Felix in trouble," Jaz said as his friend tried to smoke a little but the wind kept blowing out what he had in his hand. "Muscles, hurry up!"

"Shut up! You're making me nervous so I can't light anything! Also, there's too much wind, cover it up."

"Sure, Changbin, just let me take out the curtain that I have hidden under my dress." She said taking him by the shoulders and turning him around so the wind wouldn't hit him in the face. "Are you sure you haven't lost too many brain cells by smoking?"

"No, I'm perfect." He responded by releasing a lot of smoke, but inadvertently released it in the girl's face, who didn't know whether to kill him right there or simply ignore what had happened.

"At moments like this, I wish Han would spit on you again."

While they continued smoking and joking around, Chan looked at them out of the corner of his eye and wondered if he should get closer, but seeing Jaz smile like that at such a time, he decided that it was best to stay where he was, he didn't want to awaken painful memories.

"Hey, by the way, did I tell you I brought cookies from Romy?"

"Cookies?" He asked with a rather sharp tone of voice, he didn't know if it was because of the emotion from the drug.

"And you want me to tell you a secret? But you have to promise me you won't tell anyone."

"I swear on my dignity."

"You don't have it, swear by something with value."

"Okay, I swear on my new weights."

Thanks to Changbin's stupid answer, they had to wait for a few minutes for both of them to stop laughing and recover their breath, but when they did, the girl came over with a mischievous smile and said something to him that made Changbin's ears get red.

"Romy added extra nuts...and I don't think it was a fluke." Within seconds, Changbin had already disappeared into the kitchen looking for the cookies.

Jaz looked at him with a smile, she was sure that Changbin liked her friend, something told her that. Certain lovely behaviors of Changbin made Jaz smile wistfully, as it reminded herself before starting dating Chan. Almost immediately her gaze fixed on his friend's back since Chan was sitting in such a way that he couldn't see her, but Jaz could hear his laughter perfectly, and when he turned around a little, she could see his face. He looked well, remarkably well, in fact. Jaz could not recognize a single trace of sadness in him like before. On the one hand, she was happy, but on the other, she felt glum to confirm that she had been the one who for so long stole the smiles of her best friend.

Not for nothing had they been best friends since they were children. Chan and Jaz not only knew the slightest detail from each other, but they also think the same, for Chan assumed exactly the same thing. Seeing her there on that date had made him convince himself of how good it had been for Jaz that the two of them distanced themselves.

However, there were three body expressions almost imperceptible to anyone that made Jaz doubt the authenticity of Chan's joy. Three sighs, to be more exact. The first occurred while Felix, Han, and Hyunjin were reading the instructions of the game for the last time. Chan leaned back on the couch to take a sip of his drink, and as he did so, just when he thought no one was looking, his mask cracked just a little and Jaz watched as he sighed at the drink in his hand. But almost immediately the boys called him and he regained the sparkle in his eyes.

The second sigh came when Lee Know and Seungmin returned to the room. They had left the food in the oven and while it finished cooking they would open presents. Naturally, Jaz would not participate in the distribution, since they would do it through a game and the girl refused to participate weeks ago. However, that didn't stop Jasmine from enjoying seeing her friends discovering who was their secret Santa. She especially laughed when everyone found out Hyunjin was the person who gave the present to Chan.

Hyunjin had bought Chan a fancy hoodie, which, although it had no decorations and was completely black, was from an Italian designer.

"This is my way to ask you not to lose it! The last time I was at your house, you only had one and it was dirty. Where the hell did you put the others?" Hyunjin said making Chan laugh, it was true, he had lost a lot. But a large number of them were not lost, they were at Jaz's house.

There was a microsecond, just the tiniest speck of time when Jaz noticed Chan's somber gaze, but then he was back to his old self when he handed the gift to Felix.

The third sigh came later.

The distribution of gifts coincided when Felix's parents arrived home. The couple had been doing some shopping and had planned to leave them there before going out again, as they would attend a dinner. However, they took the opportunity to greet their son's friends. Before leaving, the boy's mother made sure everyone had their sweaters on, that they were warm, and that they had something to eat. The woman was adorable, and Jaz thought of her mother, how alone she must be at that moment and how much she had changed in those two years. Yes, it had been difficult for Jaz, the whole divorce situation, but it had been difficult for her mother as well.

The memory of her mother caused Jaz to feel a lump in her throat as she watched Felix's mother leaving the house. A few years ago that woman was her mother at one of her many Christmas dinners.

Fortunately, Han asked her to go with him to get more punch and Jaz followed him to the kitchen, where she knew she'd find Lee Know. The girl had been surprisingly strong all night, but now she needed the photographer.

"Hi, handsome. Do you need help with that?" She asked approaching him but he was so focused on looking through the glass of the oven that he shook his head negatively. "Do you want me to help you with something?"

"It's okay, I'll take care of it. Go with the others."

"But I want to be with you, you've been here all night." Jasmine approached to hug him from behind but in doing so, Lee Know moved abruptly, it was not because he wanted to get away from her, but because he had opened the oven and so much smoke came out that he moved Jaz so that the steam would not hit her in the face.

"Shit, shit, shit! The food got burned!" He said as Seungmin practically ran in, the boy had been bringing some knives that he had left on the table when he smelled the smoke.

"Don't worry, it's not that much, I think it's less than half." Assured Seungmin trying to help Lee Know.

"Yes, Min, we can cut the burned part."

"No, we can't, the food won't be enough. Fuck!"

"I can buy something else." Jaz tried to offer but Lee Know kept saying no and insisted on checking the meat to see how much was edible. "Min, while you do that with Seungmin, I'll go buy more food."

"No no, Jazmine, that doesn't make any sense, I don't have time to prepare more food."

"Well, I can eat something else."

"Me too," Seungmin said. "That way the burned part can be mine and Jaz's and there won't be anything to worry about."

"I'll go get my bag."

Once Jasmine went out of the kitchen, Seungin grabbed Lee Know's shoulder. "Hey, this was just an accident, don't stress too much" However, Lee Know looked at him in a threatening way because he had just realized that they had not used an ingredient in the sauce and the recipe had possibly been spoiled.

For her part, Jaz was about to take her wallet out of her bag when she noticed something, her wrist, there was something strange with her wrist. She was used to the gleam her watch produced with something else, something that wasn't there.

"NO!" She said when she noticed that the bracelet that her father had given her was missing.

Chan was talking to Han in the living room when he saw how the girl took everything out of her bag and was desperately looking for something. Almost immediately Chan saw her enter the kitchen and waited for her to come out since it was obvious that something was wrong with her.

"Min, have you seen my bracelet?" Jaz asked touching the arm of the photographer, who was doing his best to fix the sauce.

"What? Jaz, which bracelet are you talking about?"

"My flowers bracelet, I can't find it. Tell me you have it, please!"

Minho looked at her strangely, he didn't understand why she cared so much about a simple accessory. "Precious, I don't even know what you're talking about."

"The bracelet that dad gave me, Lee Know, I can't find it!" The anxiety and terror she felt at having lost the bracelet caused Jaz to lose control and speak louder than normal.

"Jazmine, relax, it's a bracelet! Can't you see I'm trying to rescue everyone's dinner? That's more important than an accessory!"

"Minho, this it's important to me! I don't want to lose it, please help me" She asked with a slightly broken voice.

"Go help her, I'll take care of the food." Seungmin offered, anyone could see how desperate she was feeling.

Seungmin only needed to see the anguish with which the girl asked her boyfriend for help to get how important that bracelet was for her; unfortunately, the same did not happen with Lee Know.

"I'm finishing this and then, I'll help her," Minho answered the boy. "Jaz, tell one of the others to help you. And if you can't find it, don't worry, precious, I'll buy you one, okay?"Jaz didn't want to stay there for a second longer and before Seungmin or Lee Know could notice, she had already opened the door that connected to the garden.

The girl would walk the garden and the entrance of the house if necessary, but she would find that bracelet. She had been taking care of it for YEARS, it couldn't be that she lost it like that. The desperation to find it made Jaz go out in the snow, without gloves, without a scarf, without her coat, and practically crawled looking for the bracelet. However, the more she looked for it, the more snow fell and the more she was convinced that she would not find it. She could have lost it before getting to Felix's house.

If Jaz had really misplaced it, she would never forgive her, it was the only thing she had left from her father, literally the only gift she hadn't thrown away. Everything else that had come from her father, she had thrown it away some time ago, photos, drawings, clothes, EVERYTHING except for that bracelet. Jaz took the decision of tossing everything after the prom. The girl had turned her room upside down taking out everything her father had given her. His mother and Chan did everything to change her mind, so much so that Chan had even tried to take the boxes out of the trash, but Jaz had been too stubborn and ended up throwing everything away.

Now, exactly what her mother and Chan had warned her about was happening: she regretted it. Now, under the snow, she felt her tears fall uncontrollably at the thought that she had lost the last thing she had left of her relationship with her father.

Jaz's mind was so focused on torturing her for her decisions that she didn't hear the footsteps of someone approaching. It wasn't until she heard her name that she didn't realize there was a person under the snow accompanying her.

"Minnie? What are you doing out here? It's too cold, what are you doing on the floor?" Chan hadn't heard her cry, but when he got in front of her and saw her face, his instinct to protect her came out automatically. He already suspected that something was wrong when he saw her emptying her bag, but he never expected to find her crying like that. "What happened?! Minnie, you're frozen!" He took off his coat and placed it on her shoulders.

"My bracelet, I lost it."

"The bracelet your father gave you?" Chan asked taking her wrist and noticing that she wasn't wearing it.

Seeing Chan there was enough for Jasmine to stop crying and think things clearly. Feeling him touch her again brought the girl back to earth.

She wiped her face as she nodded. "It doesn't matter anymore, Chris, I'm not going to find it."

"Of course it matters! You love that bracelet, it can't be lost just like that."

"Chris..."

"I'll find it." He said with total certainty, Chan was serious and Jazmine knew him well enough to know that when he spoke with that decision, he fulfilled anything.

What Chan couldn't do was get Jaz back inside, and the two of them searched for the accessory together. The girl had no hope of finding it, and even though Chan lent her his coat, the snow was making her hands hurt a lot.

"Chris, let's get inside. Chris?" She asked turning around and looking for him. "Chris?"Jaz called again a little louder.

Chan came out of some bushes quite disheveled and with a dirty shirt. He was adjusting his clothes, so Jaz didn't see his face until he was close.

"Let's..." Jaz didn't finish speaking, for Chan had taken her hand and with a smile that she could never forget, he placed the bracelet back on her.

Words failed Jaz to thank Chan for what he had done, there was absolutely nothing she could say to show how grateful she was and Chan knew it, so he smiled at her in that way that got to caress Jaz's heart.

"The clasp is loose, be careful." He said trying not to look her in the eyes, he felt too many things in his chest when he did so.

Chan knew that at another time he would have the girl hugging him, possibly covering his face with kisses and thanking him over and over again for helping her, but not tonight, not anymore. However, just as Chan longed to feel that hug, Jaz also felt such a need to put her arms around him, but she had to control herself.

That's when Jaz heard Chan's third sigh that was practically yelling at her that her ex-boyfriend wasn't as good as he wanted to appear.

"Chris, I don't know how to thank you, I thought I'd never see it again."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, I know what it means to you."

"Your hair is soaked, your back too." She said trying to take off her coat but Chan didn't let her.

"I'm fine, keep it." He said with a slight smile. "In fact, we'd better go inside or the others will worry."

Jaz nodded, but she didn't want to miss this opportunity to talk to him, at least check on him, and before Chan opened the door, she placed her hand on the knob, causing him to look at her as if to ask what was going on.

"Wait... I haven't heard from you in a long time. How are you?"

Chan took a few seconds to answer, he thought carefully about what he would say. He had a lot to tell, from work to family, but he also wanted to know about her and time was running out for them before someone came looking for them.

"I'm so silly, I'm sorry I shouldn't ask you that when you're freezing here. I think this isn't a good time to talk." She said very embarrassed and trying to open the door herself, but this time it was Chan who avoided it.

"I'm fine, Minnie, even things with my parents are going well. Last week I had lunch with dad, I think we're finally finding a way to talk like civilized people."

"Chris, that's wonderful! I'm so glad... you look... you look good."

"How are you?" He asked before giving her time to discover the truth of how he truly felt. "I was shocked to see you here today, but I was also happy. I mean... these times can be a little difficult, but you decided to leave home, that's awesome."

"Yes, I think it was about time; besides, Lix wouldn't have forgiven me if I didn't come." She said laughing next to him. "With the classes, well... it's been complicated, I have a lot of work with, and keeping the scholarship isn't that easy."

"You're an excellent student, I have no doubt that you'll get it. You even got me into college when I was practically expelled." He said trying to make her smile.

"And about the rest... it seems that our parents finally understood what we needed. Your father got closer to you and mine never wrote to me again."

"Minnie..." He instantly noticed that something was wrong with her.

"Chan, Jaz! What the hell happened to you two?" Felix asked opening the door and meeting them. "My God, Chan, you're soaking wet! Jaz, your lips are practically purple! Didn't you realize how cold it is, are you dead or just super high?" He asked taking them by the shoulders and pushing them inside.

While Felix gave Jazmine his room to dry her hair, the boy took Chan into the guest room and brought him another sweater so he could change it.

"Does it fit you?"

"I already told you not to worry, and yes, it fits me. Better go to Minnie, she'll need something to wear."

"I came from there but she sent me here with you." He said very frustrated. "It's fucking difficult to take care of you two. To be the parents of the group you are too stubborn."

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"Well, the sauce tastes good, we managed to rescue the meat, I think everything is under control... That was difficult." Lee Know commented pouring himself some water.

"Hey, I really don't want to butt in, and I don't want you to get upset about this but..."

"Now what are you going to tell me? I know I had to come to check the food earlier."

"It's not from the food, it's from Jaz. I think she was asking you for something really important to her, she looked worried."

"Shit... you're right, I forgot."

Minho left the kitchen and was going so fast that he hit Felix, who was just walking with Chan to the living room.

"Hey! If you had come with a knife, you'd have killed me. Is everything alright?" Felix asked.

"Sorry, it was crazy in there, I screwed up and lost a part of dinner, but Seungmin already helped me. Have you seen Jaz? I haven't seen her in a while and I need to talk to her."

Chan looked at him seriously and as if Felix knew what was going through his mind, he surreptitiously placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. Chan obviously had no idea what had happened between Lee Know and Jaz but his overprotective instinct made him assume there was something else going on.

"She's in my room," Felix said giving him space and asking Chan just with a look, to calm down.

**********

By opening the door of the room, Lee Know found his girlfriend lost on the cell phone, he did not know what he was doing, and he could not see either because when he sat next to her, she blocked it.

"Hi..." Minho said adjusting her hair and noticing that it was damp. "What happened?"

"That my boyfriend's an asshole and I went out to look for my bracelet alone."

"You're right, your boyfriend's a jerk, but he's sorry." He said taking her hand again since Jaz had moved it from her. "I'm really sorry. I was so stressed about dinner that I didn't think about anything else."

"This is not the first time this has happened, Lee Know, you're not alone, you don't live alone in the world, you have people around you who also have problems and who need you. I understand if because of what happened in your home and because of your way of being you learned to be independent, but that's not how things work in the real world, much less in a relationship."

Although Jaz's words may have seemed a bit rude, the truth was that they were precisely what Minho needed to hear. Of course, it was not that easy for him, it was his first relationship, and it was the first time a person dared to tell him something like that.

"Anyway, let's go downstairs, it's time for dinner."

"What were you doing a moment ago with your cell phone?"

"I doubt you care," Jaz said getting up from the bed.

"Come on, Kitten, I'm trying. I made a mistake, but I'm learning."

Jaz sighed and almost immediately the photographer hugged her, laying his head on her chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I made you decorate last time, I'm sorry your bracelet was lost, and I'm even more sorry I didn't help you find it." He whispered before kissing the top of her head. "I'm serious, Jay. Let's go find it."

"I already found it, or rather, Chris found it."

"Chan helped you?"

"He saw me looking for it and helped me."

The boy's first reaction was to get defensive, and Jasmine felt it from the way he straightened his shoulders; however, he was smart enough to control himself. If he complained about anything from Jaz, it would start another argument between them and it was the last thing he wanted right now. He had already screwed things up twice enough to do it a third time; besides, he knew that the bracelet was important to the girl, so he just closed his eyes and calmed down. After all, he had to trust her and his friend.

"I'm glad you found it, next time I'll help you, I promise."Jaz looked up and saw that he was serious. Not wanting to start another argument, the girl believed him and nodded her head. "Well... will you tell me what you were doing with the cell phone, what had you so focused on?" It was not easy for Jasmine to open up to Lee Know that night because she still doubted that he could understand her and that he would end up minimizing, once again, what she felt, but in the end, she unlocked the cell phone and showed him what she had been seeing, it was the conversation with his father.

8:15 p.m. Jaz. "Hello. Can we talk?"

The message wasn't sent yet, she had just written it but Lee Know interrupted her before sending it.

"It's not like I want to talk to him, but I want to ask him to talk to mom. Even though they're not together, mom still listens to him, and maybe if he tells her, she'll go back to her therapy, or she'll accept to live with my aunt, I don't know..."

"I didn't know something was happening with your mom."

"I tried to tell you the day we decorated."

"Shit..."

At that moment Lee Know understood everything much better and even got to blame himself for how stupid and selfish he had been that day, but since he couldn't change what had happened, he focused on what was currently happening.

"There's nothing wrong if you want to talk to him, kitten. It's normal that you miss him, more on these dates."

"I don't miss him."

"You're using the topic of your mother as an excuse. Don't get me wrong, I know you genuinely care about her and want your dad to help her, but deep down, you want to talk to him."

"Let's talk about this another day. I'm hungry, and the rest must be waiting for us to eat." The best decision in these situations was not to force anyone and give the person time to act until they felt comfortable and ready, so Lee Know nodded and went down with her.

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Later, when everyone had returned home, Hyunjin noticed that it wasn't late and decided to work on a design that he had left incomplete to go help Felix. The blond, for his part, picked up everything his friends had left behind after dinner; even though everyone had helped him, there were still several things left. However, it did not bother him, he had had all his friends gathered in his home as he had wanted. Meanwhile, Seungmin had never had a Christmas dinner with friends, he would definitely treasure it that night. Han and Changbin had returned home with Chan and the first two were chatting about how delicious the food had been and, as expected, Changbin commented a lot on Romy's cookies, causing Han to bully him. Lee Know had come straight to see his cats and finish packing, he had nothing ready and was leaving in two days.

While the whole group of friends rested comfortably, Chan didn't even try to sleep, he knew he wouldn't make it, it would be another sleepless night, but this time his inability to sleep wouldn't be because of the numerous things he had to do, but because he didn't stop looking at the shelf next to his bed where he had kept something for several days. Bang Chan knew that if he opened the first drawer, the first thing he would see would be the set of brushes he had had made for Jaz.

Among all the artists he had met, there was a woman who carved wood, her botanical-themed decorations had impressed him. That was how he asked her to carve the handles of the brushes for Jaz.

***********

A few days ago, Han and Changbin were at home finishing some homework when Chan walked in. They hadn't seen him since the day before, but they weren't surprised, his friend worked like crazy, studied until his headache forced him to stop, and drank and partied like there was no tomorrow. They never really knew if the tiredness they saw on his face was because he had stayed up late at a party, or because he had been working. But what they could tell was that they would never forget how his eyes grew emptier that afternoon when Han told him there was a package for him.

"I don't remember ordering anything." He commented approaching the table.

"It looked expensive, open it carefully," Han said turning to Changbin to try to see what it was, lately his friend had become very sensitive about his privacy and they knew that if they got up to snoop around, he would send them back to the couch with a look.

The box was quite heavy and very well protected, anyone couldn't even suspect its contents until the papers and plastic around it were removed. But when Chan did it, when he saw the artist's logo and opened the lid just a little, he closed it immediately.

"What is it, can we see it?" Changbin asked, who didn't get an answer, he could only see his friend's face before he took the box and locked himself in his room.

Han and Changbin looked at each other, they had been worried about their friend for some time, but neither dared to say anything out loud, it was as if they were afraid to accept that something was wrong. In addition, Chan was not easy to read because when one of them dared to try to comment on something, Chan looked as smiling and animated as ever.

***********

At the same time that Chan took the gift out of the drawer and saw how beautiful those brushes were, Jaz had in her hands that book on astronomy and buildings, she had bought it, of course she had. However, she hadn't been able to give it to Chan, just as she couldn't return all the hoodies she still had from Bang Chan.

To be continued... 🐺

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"you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people — no skipping!"

I am an "anyone else who wants to do this" @wurm-food (But I also am just putting all my music on shuffle because all my playlists are for mixtapes and max out at 20 songs because that's about what you can fit on a CD-ROM

Chose my itunes and not my phone downloads because it was more accessible. There is some stuff on itunes I skip whenever I'm actively listening (like that dumb free U2 CD I literally cannot remove from my library), so I have ignored anything in that category.

"I Do What I Want" - MISSIO (YouTube) [MISSIO and the character Amelda/Allister from Yugioh are interlinked to me. I probably will not finish the revengeshipping fic that started this link, but now all their music just reminds me of my boy]

"King and Country" - Jeremy Soule (Oblivion soundtrack) (YouTube)

"DOLLA SIGN SLIME" - LIL NAS X (YouTube) [Apparently I hadn't listened to this one before. I bought the whole CD Montero but honestly I don't really listen to modern pop rap much so I don't think I finished it when I bought it.]

"No Diggity" - Blackstreet (YouTube) [When Pitch Perfect came out in college, one of my friends determined that I needed to know what they were referencing during that scene and god the original slaps so hard.]

"OMEGA [TV SIZE]" - Stereo Dive Foundation (Full song instead, YouTube) [The ONLY reason this isn't the full song is that I haven't found a legal way to buy any of the Moriarty the Patriot ops/eds here. I can stream them, I can figure out the names of the CDs they are on, but the only websites that sell them don't seem to ship to the US, or look sketchy AF. I've never gone on Amazon and been told "no purchase options available" so often. It's infuriating.]

"Trap" - 橘麻美 (YouTube) [Fun fact, there is a sound near the beginning that sounds a bit like honking that gets me when I listen to the CD in the car.]

"Reign of the Septims" - Jeremy Soule (Oblivion Soundtrack) (YouTube)

"Dancing With Our Hands Tied" - Taylor Swift (YouTube)

"House of Wolves" - My Chemical Romance (YouTube) [eeeey finally something I'd consider "my music." My music (broad) is a collection of experiences and tastes, some gifted by others, some discovered myself. I did get recommended MCR versus literally naturally discovering Three Days Grace off the song "Pain" on someone's myspace around the same time, but it's still something I would have wanted to find with no coaxing.]

"Other Side" - New Years Day (YouTube) [another "my music!" I don't remember what I was doing online when I found their Epidemic EP but I remember being really excited about it. I still regret not going to one of their concerts that I became aware of day of in a bar near me.]

And that's all! If you want to do it, do it too! No pressure!

#tag game #this was fun!#i think the only thing that somehow itunes missed was literally any of my juggalo music???#whatever theres a lot of Twiztid on there and a little dark lotus #if thats relevant #lmao

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renatedagmarmilada · 1 year

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using paid thieves

Re – Accusations of ‘Racist’ // - persistant breaking, entering, thieving and their plagerism!

An elderly West Indian man, who lived on Wensley Estate round the corner, broke into my home three times taking anything of value he could lay his hands on, over the past few years, the third time quite recently.

He is an old practiced thief, and went through my home with a fine tooth comb- took what I had bought whilst teaching at Chinese Universities. I feel sick about this, our wages there are extremely low, though we represent our country and bring students to study over here hence bringing thousands into the country – I have personally seen former chinese students of mine walking down the Moor.

The only perks we get are the things we can buy in China for ourselves and our families- at their prices. I had bought some silk robes for all member of my family, worth about £150-£200 each, which he took and sold to the local black ‘madams’, two traditional jackets, one for me, one for daughter (see pic) at about £400 each and a tiny silk tablecloth, featuring Chinese babies and even my good shoes. Amongst many other items stolen, Russian cards, Russian wood carved boxes for my grandsons, bought thirty years ago on the Sheffield-Donetsk twinning trips as I am a member of the Russia- England Friendship Group, and worst of all, sketch books filled with drawings of family, friends and our dogs-(see FANART _BERTODI REVIEW

http://www.fanartreview.com/bertodi)

half a dozen, unbelievably they steal TEACHING BOOKS too and even some new secateurs I had just bought!

Some one in the community told me he has a front room filled with stolen goods and spends his time flogging them.

My goods were stored in different drawers in my bedroom amongst ordinary every day items, so he must have gone through all my bedroom with a fine tooth comb. He stole many other items, some quite old, ofcourse as I am 66 years old intended for my grandsons, some even wrapped ready for the post. I take great care of things. They even stole really sentimental items from when I was a young wife, family photos and certificates given to me in China and religious items I bought at the Qingdao Catholic Church!

The sick part is that when the Russian put into place their Marshall Plan in 1945 in my country, we lost everything, family photos, even baby clothes, as we were allowed nothing but a handbag full of items. They are repeating what was done to us then, and the reasoning is the same, we had helped our Jewish friends back then, here I had taught voluntarily at the African Refugee Centre in Upton Park-

He tells the women he has been ‘given’ the items…by me, to cover that they are stolen goods and contraband.

I teach in the community to all races, so ofcourse word comes back to me. He also took all of my back up computer -CD’s and gave them to young rasta friends and other west Indians who use them for their own purposes to publish as their own work.

With all their past of Slavery which I learnt at University, I would have thought they could write their own history rather than steal ours, - I wanted some more Rap songs says one of the thieves who has published ten of them, not based on, but straight copies from my writers notebooks also stolen.

The CD’s have on them not only family photos, bank accounts, all letters, business forms but also all my poetry (hundreds) now gone and stories, MA examinations and literally hundreds of my paintings. These poems and stories have been used by these Sheffield black people as their own, one woman writer even wrote: I am a Croation till a friend told her not to be silly- MY grandmother was a Croation not hers. (Donna Williams) People have commented that none of these people are educated and cannot spell, so how come, but that is passed by---

Not enough that he robs my home when ever he feels like it, he has urged other young black men in the area to rob our home, which they have! As far as I know, six young men have come into my house, they took paintings from Art College including my exam pieces from Art History, all my University stories etc from my files amongst other things, ie a wood Zulu my ex husband brought back from South Africa as a present when he was working there! He told the person he sold it to, that it belonged to an old African woman!! They even stole the completed texts of 1000 poems I had written whilst away in America, ready for print, out of sealed boxes. They rampage the house at will-

Evidently , they use this work at school, passing it round their younger brothers (Firevale Black family) and college as their own work and for rap songs- I cannot believe it, all the songs they could write about, from the ‘Slaves Dream’

And all they do is rob an old East European refugee teacher!

Realising who he was, I gave ‘Wensley man’ hard stares when he strolls down our street as he liked to, on his way home from the bus. I am told that he told the Council he was being threatened so had to move, telling a friend: she’ll get the police onto me!

They moved him to Burngreave, so he came by for one last great robbery. A family friend of his told me that he gave my precious sketch books of family, friends and dogs to children visitors to play with!

When they moved him to Burngreave, I am told he told a friend: She won’t find me here!

Our front door is blocked, To break in they have to go down a passageway, through the gate and then two heavy doors, one of them an iron grid, so it is an act of wilful breaking and entering and theft!

He told a friend: I am a mental case, so they can’t touch me!

When Adam Kahn of Hinde House Lane broke in (seen by my then neighbour) and robbed a box full of story texts I was just editing to print, which I had written at Sheffield University writers group, Art college diaries poems, letters to my ex husband and poems, hidden below the computer table, I was loathe to fetch in the police as he was only 14 years old and did not want to give him a record, but spoke instead to the local headmistress and wrote to the local mosque to beg them to ask him to return them, even if he only puts them into the shed- I have since done the same again, with no success. He passed them on to his cousin in Darnell is all I have been told and they use them for school work!

I am ofcourse merely an old, white, woman teacher, with no husband to protect me, hence vulnerable to these louts criminal behaviour as was my 93 year old mother, who was robbed blind at that age, -even a double silk bedspread I brought her from china by the Yemeni daughter of her carer, who let herself in when mum was out- the amount they robbed was unbelievable, I know as it was my stuff mainly, I had to keep taking her items as they disappeared- She sold a double silk Chinese bedspread I brought back for mum to some middle eastern asylum seekers in the area who told her to get more stuff for her. I take it they do not understand that you should not encourage young people to steal in their country or what contraband is?

They even stole mum’s hankies. Poor mum in her old age, got a fettish for always having a hanky in every imaginable place so I bought her several boxes, all stolen, her dressing gown, underwear, but the worst was the beautiful bedspread, it cost about £600-750+. When they realised I was aware, they sent it to relatives in Yemen I was told. I did write and ask the Yemen community know and also the Mosque at Firvale- all I got was a letter saying Muslims should not do this sort of thing. Well, I know, no one should do that sort of thing, robbing a person of 93 is sick! Even my dad’s old pocket watches, all he left us besides his wedding ring!

New mobile phones, oh the list of stolen goods is endless of what has been stolen, crucifixes carved in China, Buddhist bracelets, presents from China during my trip there… my wedding ring even and my dead parents wedding rings, family photographs even! Which can never be replaced.—and this is unbelievable, even my working clothes, as I wear sports clothes in China in which to teach! Second hand from the market!! They say a white girl who is part of a group of black boys was asked to break in and take some stuff to cover for them always rampaging through the house, so she took a some stuff too- I don’t know if it true though or just a cover story .I was in Spain for a few days break recently and another load of stuff vanished, including a couple of sketch books

I am fed up of the abuse of this community, not counting when -walking down my street quietly and two young blacks saying to each other as they pass me: ugly old white cow! They even scrawled all over my Sunday pink church hat in biro! Then putting it back into its plastic bag. I make no secret of what is going on and let the Caribbean Centre know too, though it is dangerous to tell the police in this area as then you are likely to be targeted even more..

My house is on a monitor on St Barths Human Research so they can probably verify, but no doubt will refuse to do so.

I used to teach voluntarily at the African Refugee Centre in Upton Park in London, and here I collect pencils, etc for a Ugandan Junior School, so I really don’t think I deserve to be called a racist, when these black people have been using my house as a free shop for their criminal tendencies and telling lies to cover themselves.

When I called the police they merely said: We can’t listen to whispers.

But where is there a police station nowadays. It is impossible to find them- so these thieves know they are safe to do as they please, a car speeding by once in a while is hardly going to stop them.

Do they think the thieves will run up to them and tell them openly- :I broke into number 66, the old teacher and robbed anything which was worth anything even her university academic work and her creative work!

I did hear that the old West Indian told one young derivative West Indian nearby: if you look into the middle wardrobe you will find… so he ‘staggers’ his thieving!

I am told that these black boys refer to these as ‘’raiding parties’’

I intend to return to China to teach, but believe me, it is a different story I will be telling them this time. I have always presented a glowing picture of this country to try to persuade them to come here to spend their thousands, but this will no longer be the case.

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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Shit bestie, I'm back I lowkey thought I replied to you again, but it was just in my head 😐

Did you do anything for Halloween? I went to another kpop party, made a friend who yelled the lyrics to Fireworks so loudly I respect that! And I saw Terrifier 2, they were handing out puke bags sfjffhdguldfkfjdfd I didn't use them, but we took them home lol

Bald Kai do not say that I do not wanna see

It was Kkoongie's birthday two days ago, when are we gonna get more of them, pls this whole acc is so cute!

Seriously I would be so into Holland, Hyuna, Hyojong (btw Mr Dawn's bald era soon too.... sad) collab, it would be so iconic

Alright so about the fake eggs thing, there are some liquid egg-y mixtures, I use them for omlettes and whatnot. You can add kala namak to make it taste extra egg-like. I feel like some meat replacements are more for non-plant based people unless you like meat, cause the flavour is a bit too intense sometimes. 🤚🏻 Like I tasted new faux tuna recently and why did it smelled and tasted SO FISHY. WE'RE FISHY FISHY LIKE

What a mooood (btw I still haven't re-read Mr-I'll-Guard-Your-Body, but I have to)...how is the cursed fic going bestie <3?

Two members of Pixy left due to personal/health issues and they added a new member, she seems sweet and will be another rapper since the other one is gone :/ the venue was soooo tiny, the stage was very limiting, but it was fun! I'm seeing DC soon btw. Girlies have our Europeans back, Sunmi, Loona, Pixy, Dreamcatcher 😘

The Itaewon tragedy is so horrible, I still can't believe it. I know Itaewon is crowded, but god.. I was worried about my friends, especially one who's staying in Itaewon. She sold her Ateez day 2 ticket, cause she just couldn't go... I know Ateez, DC and Oneus couldn't cancel their events because of contracts, but it was probably hard for them too :(

Congrats for predicting Dazzling Light! The set list is questionable, but oh well...

Me with Inception, The Leaders too, but Inception, DV... watch the person be Hongjoong or something, well idc square up little guy!

Why is he giving barbie girl core kinda, I can't explain it, but he does

This I- so pretty, so cute and so sexily rude

SICKNESS!!!!!!!!

Omg do you remember my friend who dreamt of long-haired Hwa three nights in a row? She's getting wrecked by him SO HARD, even bought an overpriced ticket because I quote "that hot milf won't leave me alone!" she was already impressed with him after seeing Ateez in concert for the first time 👀 Park Seonghwa continues to steal everyone's attention. I'm satisfied. - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

Shit bestie, I'm back I lowkey thought I replied to you again, but it was just in my head 😐

LMFAOOOO thats completely fine! <3

i had an essay on meat eating to write on halloween 😭😭😭 so unfortunately i did not do anything except see kids dressed in the weirdest costumes through my window + the firecracker’s 😭😭 FKABDSK AS UR FRIEND SHOULD!!! SCREAM SO LOUD THAT UR VOICES CEASE TO EXIST!!!! omg??? is that a scary movie? i heard it’s got some gore content in it and all— PUKE BAGS AND ALL??? DAMNNNN OKAY OKAY

Bald Kai do not say that I do not wanna see It was Kkoongie's birthday two days ago, when are we gonna get more of them, pls this whole acc is so cute!

LMFAOOOO bald kai in a gucci shoot would deteriorate my life <33 the way i let out a cry over the animation wHAT THE FUCK THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭🤚🏼 ?????? stalked this whole acc in one sitting mf kkongie so cute in cartoon form too

Seriously I would be so into Holland, Hyuna, Hyojong (btw Mr Dawn's bald era soon too.... sad) collab, it would be so iconic

YO LITERALLY THEYD FIT THE SAME CONCEPT AS TRIPLE H but my guy hui 😭🤚🏼 stop is he also going with kai???? omg,,, military industry really about to take all the good ones in one go 😭😭

hUHHHH AND DO THEY TASTE LEGIT? oh ur making me want to try all of these fbdbd get the fuck out the way i had to double take at the kala namak bc i was like wHOS SAYING THIS,,, FAUX TUNA???? FBWMDBWM THE REAL ONES NOT GOOD EITHER BUT THE FAUX ONE ON TOP OF THAT,, bestie do u think they be adding fish oil and stuff in it u never know 👁🤚🏼👁

What a mooood (btw I still haven't re-read Mr-I'll-Guard-Your-Body, but I have to)...how is the cursed fic going bestie <3?

cursed fic is getting somewhere???? its reaching climax and everything!! is a big slow burn & i think it’ll reach 40k 😭😭😭

OHHHHHHH I hope they do well where ever they decide to go! OHHHHHH that’s a new thing in the new gen to do, switch members and debut new ones,,,, OHO PLS PLS PLS SCREAM FOR DAMI IF THEY SING BOCA ESPECIALLY

no it seems do unbelievable that it happened and the way it could’ve been avoided of only the deployed police officers there! that shitass president of theres 🔫🔫 omg are ur friends okay??? no yeah cancelling contracts and on the day of the show would be crazy considering the money too 😭😭 must’ve been disheartening to perform after the incident

Congrats for predicting Dazzling Light! The set list is questionable, but oh well...

THE SET LIST IS AS IF ITS THEIR LAST SUPPER THEY PULLED OUT ALLL THE TOUGH SONGS i just hope they don’t get exhausted immensely and no broken mic’s 😭😭

Me with Inception, The Leaders too, but Inception, DV... watch the person be Hongjoong or something, well idc square up little guy!

NO LITERALLY INCEPTION WOULDVE ROCKED ESP WITH THE BLOND HWA,, square up little guy 😭😭😭😭😭

Why is he giving barbie girl core kinda, I can't explain it, but he does /// This I- so pretty, so cute and so sexily rude /// SICKNESS!!!!!!!!

why. is. he. so. pretty. THE OUTFITS ???? SICK THIS MANS SICK SICK SICK,,, but this fit?? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

????

YES I DO HAS SHE HAD ANOTHER DREAM??? omg AS SHE MF SHOULD!!!! HRKWDJWHDKW HE GOT HER BY THE NECK PLEASE AND BUYING AN OVERPRICED TICKET??? BESTIES IN TOO DEEP,,, seonghwa continues to steal everyone id like to say my mother went 👁👁 at his concert videos <3

…. pt.1

HDKWHDKWDBM

… pt2.

bestie,,, this photo is truly one of the scary photos of this man and its the BLUE EYES

how did ur friend survive this man

honorary saying that today its been 4 years to tempo’s insane bridge, FOUR YEARS, FOUR 😀😀😀

got a quiz!

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years

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188 of 2022

01. What do you hope you grow out of?

I’d say epilepsy, but let’s be realistic. I’ve gone for years without seizures and medication, until last year it hit me back with a full blast.

02. What is the healthiest and unhealthiest thing you do on a regular basis?

I eat lots of veggies and homemade food, and I drink alcohol.

03. When looking for a SO, what three things are most important (besides looks)?

Besides looks?? Looks are not important to me at all, as long as he has pretty eyes (define that yourself) and is generally clean. People who choose partners based on what they look like are shallow. I don’t look for SO either, all my relationships have developed from lifelong friendships and it didn’t bother me at all when I was single. This question is based on some awful generalisations, and remember that not everyone loves in the same way.

Anyways, I’m drawn to people who are genuine, not afraid to be themselves and caring.

04. How much do you judge a person by their appearance?

I don’t judge people. When I see someone, I just make guesses about their personality/interests etc., because sometimes the way people dress says quite a lot.

05. What is the most embarrassing thing you own?

Some sex toys that my husband bought for me, I have no use of them anyway. I hold no interest in things like that.

06. What is the strangest habit you have?

Probably walking around when I’m thinking.

07. What movie made you cry the most?

I don’t watch movies.

08. What was one of the happiest moments of your childhood?

Spending summer vacations at my grandma’s.

09. What was the worst date that you’ve ever been on?

I don’t really date, I just hang out. I honestly don’t understand the point of dating people you barely know, I know everyone is different and likes different things, but I certainly seem to base my attraction on different things.

10. What’s your favorite vacation memory from when you were a child?

Spending time at my grandma’s.

11. What belief do you have that most people disagree with?

That generalising and making assumptions based on race, gender etc. is hurtful and just wrong.

12. What impression do you try to give when you first meet someone?

I’m just myself, you either like me or not.

13. Who or what inspires you to be a better person?

Knowing I can relate to other people’s pain.

14. What’s the TLDR description of your last relationship?

I used to live in the military area and there were some young soldiers being settled there, and he was one of them and he was my neighbour and that’s how we met. He was literally the one guy who didn’t make fun of our accent (unlike other Dutch people, because West-Flemish pronunciation sounds unnatural to them). He turned out to be a really fun guy, and also caring and very understanding, and we quickly became friends. Then I had something like a crush on him, and I was quite happy to find out he likes guys, too. And then things happened. We’ve been the happiest couple ever, but he was away for months due to his job, so we decided to break up. We were still in love with each other, which made things particularly hard, but on the v-bright side, we remain great friends until today. I know I can talk to him anytime about just anything, and he knows that, too. We still love each other. I would be unhappy if we parted ways completely.

15. If you found out your current life has been just a dream, would you choose to wake up? (You don’t know if your real life would be better or worse.)

No. I’ve been through some rough shit, but the perspective of ‘real’ life being potentially worse is just enough to put me off.

16. What dumb thing did you believe for a really long time?

That people on th photos can actually see me.

17. What are some things you would you like to achieve before you die?

Friendship with someone particular.

18. Where would you like to retire?

I don’t know yet.

19. What brings you the most joy in life?

My cats, this guy I like, all the simple things, beauty of the nature.

20. What is the best and worst part of your personality?

Best - I’m apparently very caring and accepting, and I value justice over mercy. Worst - I’m prone to anger and I’m quite greedy.

21. How would your perfect partner treat you?

No cringey romantic gestures, not being clingy and leaving me some personal space, being like my best friend, not demanding me to have sex all the time (once in a while is fine, though, and just for his benefit).

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #021

“the lord does take, the lord does give... but does he give only to those that he also loves?”

Do you tend to eat more on Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas? Christmas, but primarily because of stocking stuffer candies, haha. I don't do anything on Halloween and I'm not a big fan at all of Thanksgiving food. Do you think you have a sad life? I mean yeah, I guess, from a realistic point of view. But it's not all sorrow. What’s one award show you have to watch every year? Literally none. Who do you like more: the Batman or the Joker? The Joker is way cooler, but I'll always feel uncomfortable/weird with the topic on him because he was Jason's favorite thing on the face of the earth. Probably still is. What’s your favorite Panic! at the Disco album? I don't have one, honestly. I'm not THAT well-versed in their music. Do you have an annoying dog? She's not annoying, no. Cookie is a gentle sweetheart that literally just wants to hang out with you. The one and only thing she does that gets under Mom's and my skin is sometimes pee NOT on her pads for reasons we can't grasp. Like, she knows what to do, she just sometimes says "fuck it" and goes away from one. What flags do you have in your room, if any? None. I wanna get a rainbow/gay pride one, though, to put over my bed. What was the last thing you bought from a vending machine? A soda. Have you ever sent a postcard? Where from? No. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown. What is your favorite park? Don't have one. What sports teams do you root for, if any? (Extra points for Boston fans.) Well, to preface, I primarily do not care, at all. But there are three teams I have a mild fondness for, just because of people who liked them. My dad loves the Carolina Hurricanes and Cleveland Browns, so in a hypothetical situation where I'm like, forced in front of a game, I'm going to in my heart be like "oh I hope ___ win," and the same goes for the New York Giants, Jason's dad's love. Though tbh I don't think I could watch a football game with the Giants because I'll remember the time they won the Super Bowl, when I was there with J and his family watching it. I kissed Jason on the cheek for the first time that night so I honestly just don't want to know they exist. Do you prefer loose or form-fitting clothing? Oh my god, loose. Tight clothes ain't touching me. ^ What about on your preferred gender? I don't really think I have a preference? Do you put a line through your “7"s? What about your "Z"s? I do. What was the last thing to leave you speechless? Ummmm idk. Have you been called a bad influence? By someone with ZERO goddamn right to. Have any self-done piercings? Hell no. Ever pierced someone else? No; I never would unless I had the appropriate training + my tremors were just, gone. What was the first television show you were obsessed with? That I remember, Pokemon. I do think I was big into Barney too, though. Do you and your friends normally say you love one another? Yes, yes, yes. Please tell people what they mean to you while you have the chance. What would you do if the last person you kissed said they hated you? I don't want to imagine that. I can't visualize him saying that like... ever, but idc I don't want to imagine it. Whose name might you have tattooed on your body? Most realistically, nobody's. I am VERY dubious I'll get a tattoo of absolutely anyone's name; even if I had kids, I don't think I'd want their names, but something more artistic and with more meaning. Who would you call first after getting engaged to tell them the news? Mom. Is your mother a Christian? She is. Have you ever made yourself as a Sim? No, those games were never my thing. Do you know anyone whose gender is non-binary? I know at least three, but maybe more. Do you prefer candles or incense? Incense. Did you go to AM or PM kindergarten? AM. Have you ever watched a live birth video? GOD no, but I experienced enough simply by watching the "Zeit" music video where you very clearly see whAT'S HAPPENING as a baby is coming out and I ACTUALLY think it scarred me asldkfajwl;ke like it registered and then I was like "yeah I'm never watching this part again," even though i am QUITE sure a fucking mv has nothing on the real thing as far as traumatizing goes lmfao Have you ever given birth? FUCK NO. Even if the teeniest possibility comes true where I DO have a kid, I'm almost positive I'd have a c-section simply because i have been told in many situations that I'm a heavy bleeder and I would like to like, not die. Is your mom mentally stable? I mean, she has depression, but I consider her pretty stable. Do you take medication for anxiety or depression? If so, does it work? Does it help you? Or does it make you feel worse? I'm on both, but my anxiety med is taken only as needed. My anti-depressant stuff is... a trip right now. One or the other has made me hypo-manic and made my tremors fucking explode, and even yesterday I was barely conscious even though I slept the night before. One of them is fucking with me SO bad, which sucks because I'm primarily happy. I don't know what the fuck we're gonna do about my meds. What’s your favorite flavor of frosting? Chocolate. Do you like toe socks? NO. Do you have cellulite? Yes, you don't exactly get to my weight and not. But even then, some is VERY normal for women so please don't be self-conscious over it. Did your parents know your gender before you were born? I actually don't think they did because my legs were ALWAYS crossed. Mom says she knew I was a girl, but I do also remember her saying everyone else said boy, but I don't know if "everyone else" included doctors and stuff. Do you share a birthday with anyone in your family? No. Have you ever had to beg for a second chance? I did, and it didn't work. What song reminds you of your best friend? Hm. He was recently in a looooong episode of singing "Call Me Little Sunshine" by Ghost so now it makes me think of him. There are so many like that, though, considering he sings all the time. Who was the last person to hit on you? Girt. Have you ever talked about your period with a guy? Were they okay with it, or grossed out? I haven't in detail, but I've mentioned it with two partners and because I don't date little boys, they didn't care. How would you feel if your significant other had tattoos? UMMMMMMMMMMMM i love tattoos so like- How much does the last person you texted really know about you? Well she literally gave birth to me and I've lived with her since, plus we have a very strong relationship, so honestly? Sometimes it feels like she knows me better than I do. Have you ever seen a snake in the wild? I have, multiple! The coolest though had to be this what I presume was a rat snake just basking in our lawn, right in the sun; it was a massive black snake that gave no fucks as Mom and I got home and walked around it. We're actually in an intergrade zone for rat snake colorations, but those you see here normally are greener versus the straight black this one was. So it coulda been a black racer, but I honestly think this guy was too big for that, as well as WAY too docile; racers will bolt at anything. Another really awesome snake memory I have is seeing a timber rattlesnake where they aren't even documented; we're a county or two off from where they've been spotted, but there sure as hell was one in our driveway, mad as fire. It was relocated to the tobacco field across from our house. I hope he got a nice mouse for the trouble of that day. <3 Do you have any posters, paintings or other artwork on your walls? All three of those, lol. Who makes you laugh the most? Girt. What field of science interests you the most? Genetics. Have you ever seen someone quit their job in a dramatic way? No. Do you know why your parents named you what they did? I dunno. I'm pretty sure Mom thought of it, though. Whose house did you last visit? My sister's. Who was your favourite music artist when you were 16? Ozzy Osbourne. 10 years later, not much has changed, haha. Did you have trouble getting up this morning? Ugh, yes. It's strange too, because I slept just about all day yesterday. Slept okay last night, and now this. I'm just ready to see my damn psychiatrist to see if she has any answers at all on what the fuck this medicine is doing to me. Do you have soft hands? Do you like holding hands? I have very soft hands. I only like holding hands with Girt, though. What’s your opinion on perfumes that are REALLY expensive? Do you like them? I personally don't know why the hell you would pay a ludicrous amount on a smell, but it's not my money, not my business what they spend it on. Who got you hooked on the addiction you’re addicted to (If you have one)? On god I have loved Rammstein since fucking high school and then ALL OF A GODDAMN SUDDEN my brain goes "this, we like this" and now they've enveloped my life. If you could live next door to ANYONE, who would you want to live beside? Girt. We currently live 30 minutes away from each other and it suuuucks. Are you currently worried about your parents finding out about something? N- well yeah actually, my dad. I don't think it's up for debate he needs to know what happened at the movie theater and this needs to be discussed in therapy. But I do NOT want to tell him. Do you know anyone who has a strong accent that is hard to understand? Ohhhh yes, you encounter that in the South plenty. Some people are just about impossible to understand, at least for me, who already has some sort of auditory processing issue. What was the last podcast you listened to? Do you listen to it regularly? Oh wow, I don't think I've listened to/watched a podcast since I was trying to keep up with Mark and his friends'. I've never been into podcasts, personally. Have you ever held a gun? Did you fire it? I've held a handgun, and I hated every fucking second of it. Colleen's husband open-carries, and he needed me to hold the gun for a second while he was moving or putting stuff down, idr. I held it like it was a fucking bomb. Are you on a first-name basis with your boss? (or last boss if unemployed) I was never on a first-name basis, no. I was at the dollar store with the "mini boss" (take that as many ways as you want it, because it's accurate) that was Colleen's mom, but that's because she was my best friend's mom. What was the last thing you wrote in a word document? This answer, lol. Because the surveys I do are so long, I don't always do 'em in one quick sweep, so I save them. Who do you miss and what do you miss about them? A lot of people man, I don't feel like thinking about this. What’s your favourite Thai dish? I’ve never had Thai food. Do you know anyone who is deaf? No, I don't think so. Do you think you’ll have children within the next 5 years? Nah. Do you know anyone who is currently pregnant? My sister's childhood best friend is. I am so, so very excited to see her as a mom. She's an elementary school teacher and has ALWAYS been great with kids. Who was the last person that confided in you about something? My mom. Do they often talk to you about personal issues? Honestly, she really only does by the time she's at the brink of tears and normally does start crying. My mother hates leaning on others I think more than any other person I've ever met. Can you imagine getting married to the person you have feelings for? That's the goal, my man. What do you remember the most about nursery school? I can't say I'm sure what "nursery school" is; do you mean daycare? In which case, I have fucking awful memories. I went there one day and one day only. Early on I remember getting slapped on the arm by a teacher simply because I wandered into a "wrong" room and got what I feel like was a teapot toy. They were just mean. I cried practically the entire day; I still remember the vague image of being in an office with some woman who was trying to calm me down because apparently my mom - who I had wild separation anxiety from - was taking too long to pick me up. As soon as my mom learned about me being hit, oh she was OOOOOUUUUUUUUT. I'm pretty sure that's when I started being babysat by our close neighbors. When was the last time a stranger sat next to you? Oh jesus, that would be in the waiting room of my doctor's office. There was some weird old man who wanted to sit next to Mom to talk to someone, which is fine and dandy, but idk man, he weirded me out in the "you are 120% bigotted Southern garbage" type of way. Maybe I was just being rude, but I didn't want him there. What if you had a child with the last person you kissed? Well, things wouldn't be allowed to get to that point. Neither of us want kids, and I am NOWHERE near in a mental health position where having a child would be responsible. What would be irresponsible is letting it be carried to term. NC still allows abortions up to the I want to say 20 week mark, so that's what would happen fucking immediately. If I met you, what would my first impressions be? "Wow, she's uncomfortable" or some similar shit lmfao. If someone asks why you love/like the person that you do, what do you say? Probably something along the lines of "sit down if you've got an hour."

#lyrics: ''bestrafe mich'' by rammstein #survey #surveys #random surveys #random questions

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theoreticslut · 3 years

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Plaything

pairing: charlie weasley x reader; bill weasley x reader; fred weasley x reader; george weasley x reader

requested: nope

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, age differences but all characters are 18+, first times, fingering, oral (female receiving), penetration

A/N: Please do not judge me for this. That’s all I ask. I know this is questionable, but the weasley boys?? All of them?? They’re pretty hot and I’d be down to sleep with all of them, just saying. I’ve had this written for months and have just been too scared to post it, but you know what? It’s written, it’s pretty freaking good in my opinion, & I just really want/need to post shit again so hopefully you enjoy this.

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^let me know if you’d like to be added/removed (or add yourself here)! Xx

You were excited to be staying at the burrow again this summer. You had pretty much grown up with the Weasley boys as your parents were friends from their time at hogwarts.

You had also been around to see Ron and Ginny grow up, so all of you were almost like siblings. You got along with all of them really well, and you were an only child so anytime you came to the burrow felt like you were coming home.

You were closest in age to the twins, being only a month or two younger than them, which meant that the three of you were as thick as thieves. There are plenty of stories from your childhood of you three planning pranks...and getting in trouble for them later.

Even though you’re closest to Fred and George, both in age and friendship, you still got along really well with Bill, Charlie, and Percy. Percy could be a bit stuck up at times so you didn’t socialize with him too much, but you did have a good relationship with Bill and Charlie.

In fact, most of your late childhood into early teen years you had a bit of a crush on the two older siblings. It’s bound to happen when they’re cute, older than you, nice to you, and almost always around.

Once you started at hogwarts, however, your crush on the two faded as they weren’t around as much and you were surrounded by other guys. Not that that really mattered any because you found yourself starting to crush on Fred and George more and more.

You knew it was weird since you literally grew up alongside them and they were your best friends, but you couldn’t help it. Even though the two of them could be a menace, they did know how to be really sweet. They had consoled you many a time from scraping your knee to losing your longtime family pet, even to when you had had a falling out with a friend.

You suppose that’s part of the reason you had fallen for them; since you grew up with them, you knew all these different sides they had that others didn’t necessarily get to see.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to have you stay here with us again.” Molly smiles at you in greeting as you, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny walk through the door after yet another school year.

You, Fred, and George had just finished up your sixth year and were excited that you were so close to graduating.

“Thank you for letting me stay again. I swear I’m not trying to permanently move in.” You smile, earning a chuckle from her as Fred rolls his eyes and mumbles a sarcastic ‘sure’ to which you slap his bicep for.

“Don’t worry about it, dear.” She chuckles. “You’ve been a surrogate daughter to me for years. It’s almost wrong to not have you here.”

You smile, loving that you’re essentially a part of the family. Don’t get it wrong, you love your parents just as much and wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but something about being a weasley just sat perfectly with you.

~.~

You frown as you make your way down the stairs. You’re not really sure where everyone was. You’ve been hiding away in ginny’s room with a fan trying to stay cool while you read a book you bought in hogsmeade you just hadn’t had the time to read yet.

It’s surprisingly quiet, which is why you become so curious. It’s almost always full of noise in here.

Even though it confuses you, you decide to ignore the itch you have to figure out why and instead find yourself something to eat as your stomach is growling something fierce.

You make it down to the kitchen and make a beeline for the fridge, looking around to see what there is. Just as your about to pull stuff out, you hear someone call you’re name from behind, startling you.

“Ah, sorry, y/n.” the same person chuckles as you turn around.

If you had been annoyed before, it all left your body when you saw who it was that had scared you.

“Charlie! What are you doing here? It’s been ages!” You ask, running up to give him a hug.

After he graduated, he decided he wanted to study and work with dragons and moved out to Romania to do so. That was nearly four years ago now, and you’d barely heard anything from him since.

“Nice to see you too, kiddo. How have you been?” He chuckles, hugging you back.

He doesn’t like admitting it, but he’s always had a bit of a soft spot for you. He remembers always wanting to take care of you when you were real little, granted he was real young then too, but something about you fascinated him. Maybe it was because you weren’t a boy.

Either way, he took care of you a lot when you were both real young. He got to watch you grow up, seeing you as a cute and innocent toddler to a carefree child.

He loved how you were wild enough to keep up with his twin brothers, yet were so soft and laidback as well.

He ended up having a bit of a crush on you. But he never acted on it as he was about five years older, and didn’t want anyone to think he was a pervert or anything. It’s not like it would matter, you two had grown up together, but you were both young and people don’t always like an age gap in young couples.

“I’ve been really good, Charlie. I was chosen as one of Gryffindor’s prefects this year! Not to mention I’ve done really well on all my tests.”

“That’s amazing, kiddo. I always knew you would do good. I hope you’ve been able to keep Fred and George in line?”

“Well, sort of...” you trail off. You didn’t really want to tell him how being a prefect gave you the ability to help Fred and George sneak around even better to set up their pranks.

“You’ve been helping them out with their pranks, haven’t you? I remember how much you three would get in trouble for them when you were younger.”

“We only got in trouble because Percy would rat us out.” You argue to which Charlie chuckles. He does remember how feisty you were at times.

You sigh as you take in his features. He was the same Charlie you had always known, but he was so much more mature now. His muscles were even more defined since his days of quidditch from working with dragons day after day.

You couldn’t help the butterflies that had started fluttering in your stomach as your heart started racing. You thought you were over your crush on him, but seeing him now resurfaces all your old feelings, only tenfold as you’re now with raging hormones.

“I see you’re still as feisty as ever, kiddo. Glad to know you haven’t changed that much since I’ve been gone.”

“If I’m ever not feisty, somethings wrong.” You chuckle, getting him to smile as he looks over you.

He has to admit just how well you’ve matured. Your y/h/c hair fell smoothly against your shoulders, not much longer than that. Your locks only highlighted your soft face, framing your features perfectly.

Same as you, he can’t help but feel his childhood crush on you reappear.

“You know, you never did answer what you were doing here? Does molly or any of your siblings know you’re here?” You ask after a moment of you two admiring each other.

“No, she doesn’t. Nor do they. I was hoping to surprise them with my visit, but none of them seem to be here. Honestly, I was more than surprised to see you here.”

“I’m surprised to see you. I don’t know where anyone else is, but I’m glad I got to see you first.”

“Same here, pumpkin. I didn’t expect to see you at all, but I’m glad I am. It’s been real nice seeing you before anyone else, especially since I don’t think I’ll have much time away from them whenever they do come home.”

You smile, looking up at the man you’ve been crushing on for years. He’ll never know what his words do to you.

“Y/n, kiddo. Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, pushing some of your hair out of your face as he tucks it behind your ear.

“Of course.”

“This might be crazy and I know it’s probably a bit weird, but I used to have such a crush on you.” He confesses, smiling at you as you watch him.

“Yeah? Well, I used to have such a crush on you too, Charlie.” You blush.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, chewing on his bottom lip as he mulls over his next action.

“Used to? Or still do, kiddo?”

“Still do...” you mumble, your cheeks a furious shade of red now as you admit to liking him.

You’re not really sure where your confidence came from. Sure you’ve always been comfortable talking to him about anything, but this was unchartered territory.

“Good.” He smiles, kissing you before leaning in so he can whisper in your ear.

“Because I do too.”

You gasp as he kisses your neck, not giving you any warning.

“Charlie.” You gasp, as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, your hands tangling into his hair and tugging.

He moans, pulling you even closer as he sucks on your earlobe, drawing a whiny moan from you.

“What do you say to taking this up to my room? We can have a bit of fun before everyone gets back?”

“O-okay.” You agree, melting against his body.

You’ve never been kissed before, let alone touched like this. Your body was going crazy with all the sensations and you weren’t sure what to do.

Charlie leads you up to his old room, that had been left pretty much the same. He closes the door, placing a locking spell on it even though no one should question why his door is closed. Molly keeps it shut anyways.

“Have you ever done anything, kiddo?” He asks, laying you down on his bed as he hovers over top of you.

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as you watch him for any sort of reaction.

He smiles warmly at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ears as he admires you. He would love to be the one to take your virginity, but only if you’d like him to.

“Are you okay with all of this?”

You nod, moaning lightly as you clench your thighs together.

“Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, not wanting him to stop at all. No, you much rather he do something to help this sensation you’re having.

“No.” You whine. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, pressing a soft kiss to your nose as he feels down your body.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. I hope you know that.”

“Charlie, please do something. I-I don’t know what to do.” You whimper. You’ve never felt so needy before and you need something to happen.

Charlie chuckles lightly above you before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Are you feeling a bit needy, pumpkin? Need me to take care of you?”

You whimper, nodding at his words as he smirks.

You close your eyes as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whispering to you, “let me know if you want to stop, okay? I want you to feel comfortable.”

You nod, moaning as he starts to undress you, feeling your body up and down.

“So pretty, pumpkin. You’re so so pretty.”

Slowly you feel him drag his hands over your breasts, gently massaging them in his palms before trailing his hands down to your thighs, pulling your legs apart so he can see your pretty sex.

“Charlie.” You groan as he trails his fingers around your inner thighs, placing kisses at the tops of them but not touching where you need him to.

“Patience, kiddo. We gotta make sure you’re warmed up enough. I don’t want to hurt you any.”

You nod, tossing your head back as he tauntingly trails his fingers closer.

You become lost in the bliss of everything, not being able to separate his hot kisses from when he starts rubbing your clit before sliding two fingers into you.

No, you’re too far gone in the bliss to even realize he’s ready to slide himself into you until his head is pressing against you, ready to be enveloped within your soft walls.

“You okay, pumpkin?”

You nod, a few tears falling out as he begins sliding himself inside you, intertwining your fingers with his as he holds your one hand near you head, the other gripping at the sheets while his is planted on your hips to hold you still.

“Feel so good, pumpkin. You’re taking me so well.” Charlie praises, slowly pushing his way inside you.

“Oh, Charlie. Fuck.” You groan, squeezing the hand that’s intertwined with yours.

“It’s alright, pretty girl. You’re doing so well. Just a few more inches and I’m inside you, yeah? Can you handle that?”

You nod, moaning as he pushes further into. You never would have expected him to be so well-endowed. It felt heavenly, but bloody hell.

He hisses when he finally fills you completely with his dick. He’s had sex before, but nothing has ever compared to this. He swears there’s nothing that could top the feeling of filling his childhood crush with his cock.

“Charlie. Oh Merlin, please move.” You whine, your walls finally stretching enough for the pain to dissipate.

The next few minutes go by way too fast. One second, Charlie’s thrusting into you making you feel the best you ever have, and the next you’re coming all over him as he does the same in the condom he’s wearing, his dick still buried inside you.

You sigh as you come down from the high, not quite believing that just happened, but wanting to do it all over again.

~.~

You groan, frustrated at the feeling you’ve been dealing with for the last few days. Charlie only stayed for a week, and as he said, he had been swept up by his siblings wanting to spend time with him before he left again.

Since you two slept together, you’ve been finding yourself getting turned on and needing release more and more.

Charlie had been kind enough, or needy enough depending on how you want to look at it, to please you a few more times during his stay. Each time was absolutely amazing and you wanted so much more, but you knew he would be leaving again while you were stuck here.

Charlie has been gone for nearly three weeks now and yet you still find yourself getting turned on and needing release. Unfortunately, there was no way to do that, not unless you want to risk completely embarrassing yourself.

Bill had come home for a visit and he’s been here a few days now. You wanted to blame him for getting turned on, but you knew it wasn’t anything but your own thoughts doing it to you.

Same as with Charlie, the moment you saw Bill, all your old feelings arose and hit you tenfold.

Unfortunately, no “promising situations” arose where Bill might confess that he’s had feelings for you all along as well.

“You look grumpy, kid.” He points out as you come into the kitchen.

“I am a bit.” You frown, making your way over to the fridge. Again, you had been so preoccupied that you didn’t realize just how hungry you were until your stomach was yelling at you.

“What’s got you so grumpy?”

“I’m really hungry and just kinda tired.” You half-lie. Sure you were hungry and tired, but that’s not really what was making you so grumpy.

“Really? I would’ve pegged it on something else.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You ask, too irritated to really care what he thought anyway.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re turned on and haven’t done anything about it yet.” He states, not shy about it in the slightest.

“Excuse me?!” You blubber, choking on your own saliva at his answer. You never expected him to say that, especially to you.

Bill was always the mature, proper one out of all the boys. You two were close, but never in a million years would you have expected him to say something like that.

“Y/n, kid. I’ve been through puberty myself. I know what it’s like to be sexually frustrated.”

You whimper, not meaning to in the slightest, but it’s out before you can stop it.

“Is that the case, beautiful?”

You nod, blushing furiously. You don’t like to admit how needy you are, but here you are anyway.

“Would you like some help to feel better?”

You look up at Bill with such a needy expression on your face. Your eyes are wide and your lips are pouted. You don’t want anything more than to have him help you out, but the thought embarrasses you.

“Is that a yes, love?” He chuckles, caressing your cheek as he watches you. He’s always thought you were attractive but for merlins sake the sight of you all horny was a bloody masterpiece.

You nod, watching as he smiles at you, grabbing at your hand and tugging you along behind him.

He leads you up to his bedroom where he kisses you, pulling you flush to his body. Even though you’re younger than him by a number of years, he’s always had a crush on you. Seeing you now, nearly all grown up and matured, he wants nothing more than to make you feel good.

“Please do something.” You moan as he keeps kissing at your neck, his hands feeling over your sides, hips, and ass.

He nods, placing one last kiss to your lips before ripping your shirt up over your head and quickly unbuttoning your shorts.

Before you know it, you’re naked underneath him as he’s naked hovering over you. He looks absolutely delicious, and you can’t help but kiss at his neck as he pushes his way into you.

“Oh, fuck.” You groan.

“Ugh, fuck. Doing so well, love. Taking me so well.”

You can’t help but moan at the praise. You love knowing that you doing good, that you’re making him feel good.

As soon as he’s all the way inside you, you’re arching your back, wanting him to move. You swear he’s even bigger than Charlie and yet you’re taking him better.

Before long, Bill has a fast pace set that’s nearly knocking the bed into the wall.

“Feels so good.” You whine, arching up against him.

“Almost there, love.”

You let out a high pitched moan as you both hit your highs, you arching against the bed as your one hand grips at the sheets, your other holding on bill’s shoulder.

“Feel any better, love?” He asks, panting as he pulls out of you.

“So much better. Thank you.” You smile, happily curling up into his arms as he holds you to him.

~.~

Summer passes by with days filled with happy and fun memories of swimming in the pond near the burrow or eating marshmallows that you toasted over the fire.

Soon enough though your back at hogwarts, stressing over classes and spending all your free time with the twins.

Tonight they had decided they wanted to drink and play silly muggle party games as it was a Friday after a big test in potions. You all felt pretty confident with your work, but it had been a long and stressful week. One that Fred and George just wanted to drink away. Being their best friend, you were of course invited.

“Alright, y/n. Truth or dare?” George asks.

“Let’s go with truth, I guess.” You say, taking a drop of the Veritaserum you all insisted you play with to make things more interesting.

“Alright, let see. Fred, what are you thinking?” George asks, leaning over to his brother to converse.

You were drunk, but not so far gone that you weren’t aware of what was happening or that you’d forget tonight’s events in the morning.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good one. Okay, y/n. Have you lost your virginity?” George asks, giggling at the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Neither of the boys knew you had, which is why they both choked on their drinks when you blatantly answered “yes.”

“Wait, really?!” Fred asks, his eyes wide as he looks at you in a new light. How did he not know his best friend had lost her virginity?

“Yeah.”

“When?!”

“Over the summer.” You answer before you can stop. You really, really did not want to tell you’re best friends that you had slept with their two oldest brothers.

“Over the summer? B-but, you never left the house.” George splutters out, not quite putting the pieces together yet.

“Mm-hmm” you hum, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you can’t help but tell the truth. Stupid veritaserum.

“The only people you would’ve seen...w-were,” he trails off, blanching at the realization that you slept with at least one of his brothers.

“Bill and Charlie.” Fred answered, not yet at his brothers realization.

You all sit in silence for a minute before Fred shouts out.

“Oh Merlin! You lost it to one of our brothers?!” Fred asks, a hint of disgust in his tone.

You nod, closing your eyes as both Fred and George shake their heads at the images.

“Which one?” Fred asks.

“Uh, well...both?” You answer, the veritaserum wearing off only slightly as you had such a small dosage.

“Both?!” Fred and George exclaim.

“What the hell, y/n! They’re our brothers!” Fred groans, disturbed by the thought of you sleeping with his older brothers.

“Hey! I didn’t start any of it, okay! They initiated it each time.” You defend.

“Each time?! How many times did you sleep with them?” George asks, exasperatedly.

“Uhm, 3 or 4 times with Charlie. Twice with Bill.” You admit, the veritaserum kicking in again as it works it’s way out of your system.

“Oh, godric. Ugh, we didn’t need to know that.” Fred huffs.

“You two asked!” You huff, blushing wildly as you lean back on the bed, crossing your arms.

A few minutes pass in silence as you mull over your words while Fred and George try to accept this new information.

“What was it like? D-did it feel...good?” George asks, shyly.

“What? Sex?”

He nods, blushing lightly as you start to get wet, thinking back on how amazing it feels.

“It feels amazing, Georgie.” You sigh, your thighs clenching together unconsciously.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I-I don’t know how to explain it, but the high it's-it's phenomenal.”

“C-could you show us?” Fred asks, both twins flushing madly.

“You want me to show you?!”

“Yeah. C-can you take our virginity?” George asks, shifting around in his spot as he gets turned on by the idea.

“I-I guess. B-both of you?”

They nod and you smile shyly, a deep blush on your cheeks as you lean forward to give each of them a kiss.

“Alright, well both of you lie back then, yeah?”

They do as you say, laying down on the bed you three were sharing. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. These were your best friends for merlin’s sake, you had literally grown up together.

Slowly, you climb on top of George as he’s closest to you and you smile lightly as his breath hitches at the sight of you on top of him.

“You’re sure you two want to do this?” You ask, looking between the two twins.

They nod, gulping as they watch you. True they had never really thought about you being their first, but now that the moment had arose, they knew they didn’t want it to be anyone else.

“Okay, uh, how should I do this?” You mumble to yourself, blushing at the reality that you’re going to be taking your best friends’ virginity. Not one of theirs, both of theirs. At the same bloody time.

“How did your first time go, love?” Fred asks, watching you as you try to figure out what to do first.

“Uh, well. It started with kissing; kissing each other’s lips before h-he trailed down my neck.”

George gently sits up, connecting your lips as Fred works on kissing your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Like that?” Fred asks, as George pulls away and taking his turn at your neck.

“Just like that.” You hum, pulling the older twin into a soft kiss.

“What next?” George asks, trailing his fingers up your sides.

“A lot of touching, caressing. W-we undressed.” You say, a bit breathily as you pull away from Fred, the red head immediately moving back down to your neck and shoulders.

“I-I’m supposed to be making you two feel good.” You moan, both of their hands feeling all over your body.

George had decided that he’d trail his fingers over your hips and thighs, roughly grabbing onto them every now and then to get you to grind against him.

Fred, however, decided he’d take responsibility for groping your breasts, sides, and stomach. His touch sending shivers throughout your body.

“We’re feeling good, don’t worry, y/n” Fred mumbles.

George nods, groaning in agreement.

“No. Let me take care of you guys.” You say, halting their movements as you push Fred back down on the bed.

You trail one of your hands up each of their stomachs, lifting their shirts as you do. You place a kiss to both of their lips before ripping off the fabric.

You slowly grind against George as you reach over and palm Fred, locking your lips with him as George throws his head back in a moan.

“Fuck, y/n.” Fred groans, upset at the lack of contact as you switch to kissing George.

You slowly trail your kisses down george’s neck and stomach as you crawl down to unbutton his trousers. You can hear him groan and you smile to yourself. Sure you’ve had sex, but you had only just started and were still quite inexperienced, especially when it came to focusing on the guy's pleasure. Hearing that they were enjoying it certainly made you feel better about your skills.

Once George’s trousers are off, you move over to Fred to give him the same attention. You slowly straddle his hips, grinding into him slowly as he grabs yours.

“Godric, y/n. You’re so...so good to us.” Fred sighs, grinding you down onto him harder.

After a few minutes you get both boys rid of their bottoms and them ridding you of your clothes except bra and panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” George smiles, kissing you before easily removing your bra.

“So beautiful.” Fred agrees, kissing you after his brother. You let out a shocked gasp of air when Fred pushes you back onto the bed, kissing your neck.

“Can we fuck you now, princess? Please, angel?” Fred begs, looking up at you after making a mark on your collarbone.

“Go ahead, weasley.” You hum, a shiver running up your spine as he hooks his fingers in the crotch of your panties to rip them off you.

“Oh fuck, Freddie.”

He smirks, carefully bringing his finger to your folds, circling your clit carefully before slowly inserting his pointer and middle finger inside of you.

You groan, back arching up off the bed as your one best friend fingers you, your other best friend gently massaging your breasts.

“Come taste her, George.” Fred says, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking on them.

You moan at the sight, never imagining your two best friends would be here taking turns on you to lose their virginity. In all honesty, it was quite a spectacle. You really hoped you’d be able to do this again with them...except maybe one at a time though.

You sigh out in pleasure as George begins fingering you, bringing his tongue to your folds and eating you out at the same time.

You fall into a bit of trance, not able to differentiate between all the pleasure, the twins taking their time in prepping you. You don’t even realize they’re ready to fuck you until you feel George enter you, stretching you out.

“Oh fuck, Georgie. So big. Feels so good though, baby.” You groan, grabbing ahold of his shoulder as he pushes himself inside you.

You can just barely see Fred kneeling at the end of the bed, watching the two of you as he absentmindedly palms himself slowly.

George groans, twitching as soon as he’s inside you, much too overwhelmed with all the stimulation.

“Merlin, darling. You’re s-so tight. Feels so good.”

You moan, feeling him finally enter you completely. He waits a minute, letting the both of you adjust before he starts moving.

The next ten minutes or so go by much too fast, it didn’t take long for George to cum, pulling out of you as Fred takes his place. You register the switch, Fred feeling different inside you as well as going at a different pace.

You’re a moaning mess, reaching your high with Fred who stills inside you, leaning into you as you both ride out the bliss.

“Oh fuck, princess. That was amazing.” Fred smiles, kissing you as he massages your lower back, laying down beside you, facing you.

“Yeah it was.” George agrees, laying behind you and massaging your hip.

You smile tiredly, nodding in agreement as you try to catch your breath. The three of you lay together in silence for a few minutes before Fred kisses your nose, George kissing your shoulder.

“Is it cool to do that again? Like, tomorrow or something?” Fred asks, smiling at you as you chuckle.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can do that again. It felt amazing.” You smile, looking at Fred and then over your shoulder at George.

“Definitely, angel.” Fred agrees, kissing you and you feel george nod against your back as he continues placing soft, warm kisses to your shoulder.

You never expected all this to happen when arriving to the burrow this past summer, but you can’t say you weren’t pleased with the outcomes. Not only did you get a confession from your two oldest crushes that they also liked you back, but you lost your virginity to one, got to sleep with the other, and you got to sleep with your two best friends; which you’re pretty sure the three of you are going to continue to do for quite awhile. What more could you possibly ask for?

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Day 127: Fake Dating

"It's just annoying," Draco continued as he and Harry packed up for the night. "Literally every single party or brunch, I am hounded about when I'll start dating someone." He slammed his desk drawer closed, "I'm a bloody auror! I haven't got time to date anyone," he groaned. "And now I have this party tonight and I just know-"

"I'll go with you," Harry offered.

He broke off and stared at the other man. "What?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a shrug, "I'll go and be your pretend boyfriend, it would be easy to fake that we're dating since we already know everything about each other."

"But," he started, tilting his head at the other man, "Then people will think we're dating."

"I thought that was the point?"

He stared at Harry, waiting for it to click. When no click was forthcoming he said "but then people would think you're dating me."

"Am I missing something here?"

He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you quite understand what dating me entails."

"Ah, need to be pampered, darling? Wined and dined? Roses on Tuesday and dinner on Friday nights? I could bring you coffee in the morning-"

"I- What?" Draco spluttered. "No! No. Merlin, that's not what I'm saying, although, yes if we're being honest I want to be absolutely doted upon," he added.

"Obviously."

"Wait," he said, shaking his head to clear it, "You're missing the fucking point."

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"Sorry," Harry said, smirking at him and not looking sorry at all, "What's the point?"

"The point," Draco said, poking him in the chest, "Is that dating me is not a pleasant experience."

"Oh come on," Harry teased, "You're not that bad."

"I am a fucking delight," he replied, exasperated, "I am saying that the press will make your life hell."

"Ah," he said, nodding, "I have no idea what dealing with the press is like."

"The press has been kind to you for at least the past decade because of the whole saving the world nonsense," Draco replied as he opened the door and held it open for Harry.

"Except for the lurid months after I came out and all sorts of lies were spread about me," Harry replied wryly.

He shook his head and headed toward the floos, "Even those were mostly flattering," he added with a lewd glance.

Harry laughed, "Whatever. My point," he said, poking him in the shoulder, "is that I'm not afraid of the press." He bumped his shoulder against Draco's, "Come on. What have you got to lose?"

"Fine," he huffed but his stomach was silently doing back flips while his heart did a complicated tap routine in his chest. "Meet me at the Screaming Goblin at 7:00pm sharp." He stepped toward the floo and turned, "Don't dress like a homeless person," he added before stepping into the floo.

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Harry did not dress like a homeless person. In fact it was quite the opposite.

Harry looked fucking hot.

He was wearing tight dark-wash jeans and a lightweight jumper that hugged his body, making his strong, broad shoulders look even broader and his trim waist even narrowed. He'd done his hair, putting enough product in his curls to make them look artfully tousled and not a mess. And he'd arrived before Draco but instead of waiting, he'd gone in and bought Draco's friends a round and was sitting and yammering away at them.

As Draco approached, Harry turned his head and gave him a wide grin, "Hey, babe," he said, standing up and pulling out Draco's chair for him.

"Hi," he said weakly.

Harry pressed a kiss to his temple and a thrill shot through Draco's body as his brain went pleasantly fuzzy.

And thank Merlin for Harry because Draco hardly answered a question all night, hardly even heard a question all night because he was too busy focusing on the way it felt to have Harry's fingers trailing through the hair at the base of his skull. Harry talked and laughed with Draco's friends like they'd all been friends for ages as he sat with his arm resting on the back of Draco's chair.

When it was time to go, Harry helped Draco into his coat and bid all of the former Slytherins goodbye as he wrapped his arm through Draco's.

The bar wasn't far from Draco's but still Harry murmured, "Can I walk you?"

And Draco found himself charmed into saying yes.

Harry hummed, quiet now that all of Draco's friends were gone, but he still kept his arm looped through Draco's as they walked. When they arrived at Draco's front door Harry asked, "Everything alright?"

Draco's eyes snapped to his and he nodded, "I just can't believe how well they took to you."

He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and grinned up at Draco from the bottom step, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Well, I can be very charming, what can I say?"

"It's a little strange-" Draco started but Harry leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth and every word that Draco knew disappeared.

"Don't overthink it," he said with a wink. Then he turned and started off down the sidewalk calling, "See you tomorrow," over his shoulder.

Draco was half way to bed before he realized that there was no one watching when Harry kissed him on his door step.

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They spent the next two weeks fake dating and it was the best dating experience Draco had ever had. Harry was sweet and doting, just like Draco had said he wanted and Draco enjoyed that thoroughly.

But what he hadn't expected enjoying as much as he did was being good to Harry in return. While Draco loved to be praised and brought little treats, Harry loved to be touched. He melted when Draco ran his fingers through his hair; when Draco held his hand, he got a huge dopey grin on his face that took hours to disappear; and even a casual touch, fingers trailing over the small of his back when Draco walked by, made his lips twitch up as he leaned into the touch.

Draco was quickly, and disconcertingly, becoming addicted to those smiles.

Smiles were in short supply that day, though. The case they'd worked had been tough. Harry was scowling at the folder splayed out in front of him, his jaw clenched as he filled in paperwork.

"Hey," Draco murmured as he slipped behind him and slowly rubbed Harry's shoulders.

Harry dropped his quill and leaned back into the touch, "Hey," he murmured, closing his eyes.

"Alright?" Draco asked.

He nodded, "I just hate the ones with kids."

"They're going to be alright, though," he said.

"Yeah," he agreed, "But it just brings up bad memories." He shook his head and covered Draco's hand with his own. "Want to get out of here?"

"What did you have in mind?" he asked as he combed his fingers through Harry's soft curls.

Harry tipped his head back to look up at Draco, "this is nice," he said softly. "Want to go back to mine and I'll make you dinner? Then I'll lay with my head on your lap and you can stroke my hair?" he asked wistfully and Draco's heart stuttered in his chest.

"That sounds an awful lot like dating."

"Yeah," Harry affirmed.

"But there's no one there-"

Harry pulled away, breaking Draco's contact with him, "You're right," he said, nodding as he stood up and started shoving files into his bag. "Forget it."

"Harry-"

"No, it's fine," he said, giving him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You're right. I'm just," he shrugged helplessly. "Forget it," he repeated as he grabbed his bag and headed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said.

"But-" Draco started before realizing it was useless because Harry was gone. He packed up his things and headed home, this was what he should have been worried about; pretending to be dating had been a terrible idea.

When he got home he flooed Pansy and told her everything. "And now I don't know what to do," he finished, imaging Harry at home all alone make dinner.

"You're such an idiot," Pansy groaned.

"Excuse me?"

She rolled her eyes. "You do know that we all knew you thought it was fake, don't you."

"What?"

"We all knew. Potter told us that first night when we met up for drinks," she said.

He frowned, "Why? Why would he say that? And why haven't you said anything?"

"Because he asked us not to. He said he was really into you, or whatever," she said flippantly, "And that he thought he could win you over by showing you how great dating him could be. He begged us to play along."

He stared at her, mouth open, "He feels the same?" he breathed.

"Yeah," she said. "Obviously."

"I've got to go," he said, abruptly ending the call so he could floo to Harry's flat.

He stumbled out of the floo and immediately called for the other man, "Harry!" he shouted, heading toward the kitchen. "Harry!"

The other man's head appeared outside of the kitchen doorway, "Draco?" he asked as though he couldn't believe his ears.

Draco took one look at him and then closed the gap between them in three steps before wrapping his arms around him and kissing him.

Harry dropped whatever he'd been holding and it shattered at their feet but Draco didn't care because he was kissing Harry Potter and that was all that mattered at the moment. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss and Harry met him with the same.

"Me too," he gasped when he pulled back.

"What?" Harry asked, looking a bit dazed and Draco could hardly blame him.

"I'm into you too," he said. "Or whatever you said to Pansy that first night."

"I told them I was in love with you," he confessed. "You still want to own that?"

He nodded and threw himself at Harry again, kissing him and wrapping his arms tight around his neck.

The next time they parted Harry asked hopefully, "So, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"How about I stay forever?" he asked, grinning wide at the other man.

He nodded, "Even better."

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Day 126: Arranged Marriage | Day 128: Snake

#drarry #100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #one year of drarry drabbles #drarry ficlet #drarry drabbles #fake dating #falling in love #I never feel like I can do stories like this justice in just one little ficlet #oh well #I hope you enjoy!#Thanks for the prompt #oblivious draco #boys in love

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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My idea is for any female wrestler and it is very angsty the idea is that either the reader or the female wrestler of your choosing is not openly gay and it causes a lot of problems in their relationship and finally the person who is out to the public (either reader or wrestler) gives the other an ultimatum that they either have to come out to the world or they break up and the one who is not out doesn’t know what to do so then the person who is out breaks up with them but at the end the one who isn’t out to the public comes out and admits their love for the other person

I hope this makes sense

Ultimatum

Liv Morgan x Reader

“Be like that then.” She groaned, standing up from the sofa. You were leaning against the door frame, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“You either tell them or I’m gone.”

The argument was pretty stupid at first, originating from a innocent joke you’d made in the morning, and now to this. The feedback from the public she’d been getting about her relationship with Rhea has gotten worse over the past week, and to say you weren’t jealous, would be a lie.

She froze in her spot and stared at you dumbfounded, obviously thinking your exaggerating at first until she say your face. She didn’t say anything, sighing as she looked down at her feet.

Your exhaled a laugh, uncrossing your arms as you nodded with an understanding but disappointed smile.

“You can’t make me chose.” She said quietly as you pushed yourself off of the door frame.

“Looks like you just did that yourself.”

With that, you were gone. The thud of the door was much more harsher than intended, but you had every right to be mad.

She endured comments about her and Rhea being shipped together, but when you bought up her coming out as your girlfriend…the mood changed instantly.

You spend the next three days in silence. You didn’t lock yourself out, but simply ignored everyone’s existence until they interacted with you. There was no reason, other than absolutely no motivation to do anything as you watched Liv and Rhea in the ring on your Instagram feed almost daily.

It wasn’t until you woke up and saw loads of messages from people you’d not met, nor knew about before. They were all the same.

Each and every single one of them was a link to an interview Liv had been in the night before. You watched it with a sigh, not knowing what was about to happen.

It was mostly a meet and greet where people could ask any questions they wanted and the wrestlers would answer them. Becky, Liv, Rhea sat in a line as they picked random people to ask.

“Are you and Liv in a romantic relationship?”

“…erm no. We’re not.” Rhea replied, knowing damn well about your argument with Liv three days prior.

“Does that mean you’re both in a relationship separately? What does this intale about your sexuality? Many would love to know.”

You couldn’t really believe someone would ask that, and as you about to turn off your phone, Liv spoke up.

“Actually, yeah, I was.”

“With whom?”

The other wrestlers went silent, letting Liv have her moment to speak. Crown flashed with more questions, but Liv only focused on the previous one.

“Another woman, her name was (Y/N).”

That’s as far as she spoke. Many were curious as to why she used past tense, but they soon had to leave due to scheduling. Liv’s fans must of literally went through her millions of followers to find you, which for some reason, made you feel special.

With a sigh of happiness this time, you went on Instagram and messaged the one person you’d missed to dearly.

‘Hey, Liv.’

THE END

#liv morgan imagine #wwe x reader #liv morgan x reader #liv x rhea #liv morgan #gionna daddio #gionna daddio x reader #gionna daddio imagine #gionna daddio smut #gionna daddio fluff #gionna daddio angst #liv morgan smut #liv morgan fluff #liv morgan angst #wrestler x reader #wwe imagine

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deeplyinlovewithmiyaatsumu · 3 years

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Just Friends

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Miya Atsumu x female reader

Post timeskip

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, the slightest bit of angst if you really squint

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He's been her best friend for ages. Everyone at Inarizaki expected them to get together way back in first year, when it was getting less weird to be in a serious relationship. It didn't happen, though, still hasn't happened even though everyone who doesn't know them thinks they're a couple while everyone who does know them wonders why they aren't.

Guys and girls can be friends without dating, they try to tell everyone. They're just friends. They'll never be anything but just friends.

But for some reason, people consider it odd that just friends spend pretty much every second of their free time together. They think it's strange that just friends have gotten to the point where they can't sleep without each other next to them. They don't understand how just friends have literally been each other's first everything because they trust each other that much.

Well, the only thing he hasn't been is her first boyfriend. But she's still waiting on that.

The main thing that seems to bother people is how despite everything, nothing between them has ever been awkward. It doesn't matter what people have said about them flirting or being totally in love. They just brush it off. By now they're used to it, but even when the comments first started they didn't really bat an eye.

The remarks about them being like a couple aren't even the worst of it, though. Surely things would be awkward after they kissed. They were each other's first kiss. But they had just hugged and taken one last look at the mistletoe above them and gone back to whatever they were doing before he got the genius idea to kiss her.

Their friends have asked them about it a million times, and it's the same story because, well, it's the truth.

For some reason no one seemed to be able to understand that. It was three years ago; they should really get over it.

He's her best friend. She doesn't care what they've done, how they act, what kinds of looks they give each other. There is no way that he will ever be anything but her best friend.

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"For the last time, ya aren't a bad person!"

He sets down his coffee cup and flicks her nose. She still feels guilty.

"But the turtle was looking at me like I was betraying it! I should've just bought it."

"Y/N, reptiles don't feel emotions!"

"This one did!"

"Yer ridiculous."

"And you have no soul!"

"Where would ya even keep the dumb thing? Ya hardly have enough room in your dorm as it is."

"In your apartment," she says with a nonchalant shrug. "I practically live there anyway."

"Maybe I don't want a turtle livin’ in my apartment."

"It would keep you company when I'm not there."

"Yer always there."

"It would keep us company when our friends are all on dates and we're lonely."

He looks at her, and she holds his gaze.

"Y/N, we're not gettin’ a turtle."

"It's just like a dog! But smaller and harder. And slower."

"I don't want a turtle livin’ in my apartment! Suna would do something stupid and it'd be dead in a week, anyway."

Y/N frowns, her eyebrows knitting together. She takes a sip of her coffee and he watches her.

"Fine. But if you get a girlfriend and the two of you get a turtle, I'm never speaking to you again."

He rolls his eyes. She mocks him.

"So, what's been going on with ya and Aiko?" he asks her.

She sighs and sips her coffee, thinking about her friend.

"She's just been being really irritating and obnoxious lately. I don't know what her deal is. She's, like, mad at me because I'm your best friend. It's stupid."

"What do I have to do with it?" he wonders, knitting his eyebrows together.

"The usual," she replies. "Apparently it's a waste because we're best friends and not together. But if she were your best friend, you two would've already been dating for years, according to her."

"Well, that isn't really being best friends then, is it?" he says. "That's being a couple. Honestly, I still don't understand why it bothers everyone so much."

"Well, girls are jealous because they like you yet I'm the one closest to you. You know that whole situation." She rolls her eyes.

"Can't they mind their own damn business?"

"They're just mad because you don't like me but you won't date any of them."

"Because they're all annoyin’ pigs."

"True."

They tap their cups together and drink the rest of their coffee.

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Later that night, he stays up listening to her rant for hours, even though she can see him struggling to keep his eyelids from drooping.

"Y/N, there isn't really much ya can do," he finally tells her.

"There has to be! She failed me for giving the 'wrong answer!' The essay was supposed to be our definition of beauty! How-I don't understand how there can be a wrong answer for that!"

"Me neither. Did ya ask her about it?"

"Yeah. She said that things can't be beautiful if you can't see, smell, hear, touch, or taste them. How ridiculous is that?! Like, I said that love is beautiful. How could she possibly fail me for that?!"

"I don't know, Y/N. It's three a.m. and I get that it's unfair and all that but I'm tired and I know yer exhausted. Ya still have an A in the class. Let's just go to bed."

She sighs and lays down next to him. He drapes his arm over her and pulls her into him, her back pressed against his chest.

Her tense muscles relax and she closes her eyes.

She's always liked being the little spoon. Something about being enveloped in his big body comforts her. She tucks her head under his chin and drifts off to sleep.

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She wakes up with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her. She smiles at the comfort he gives her, how normal this is, how lucky she is to be able to wake up like this every day next to her best friend.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she says, poking the blonde's cheek.

He groans sleepily and turns on his side, draping his other arm over her and pulling her legs between his. He settles into his new position and starts snoring again. Y/N giggles.

"Tsumu, wake up." She places her cold fingers under his chin to try to wake him, as well as to warm herself.

He doesn't even flinch. All he does is pull her closer into his chest.

"Tsumu."

"Mmmm," he whines, not opening his eyes. "Go back to sleep."

"I don't want to. Get up."

The boy opens his eyes and looks at her.

"Bossy."

She grins at him, scrunching her nose. He rolls his eyes.

Everything is right in the world.

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When he gets a girlfriend, everything is not right in the world.

She's lonely and she always has an uneasy sinking feeling in her stomach, as if she's constantly free-falling. She hates free-falls.

He blows her off to go on dates, and sometimes she falls asleep alone in his apartment.

But Atsumu is always in bed next to her when she wakes up. Always.

One day, he tells Y/N that he planned for her and the girl to go out to lunch. He explains that the girl feels threatened by her, because apparently it's odd that he has a girl pretty much living with him that isn't his girlfriend, even if she's his best friend. All she has to do is become friends with her, reassure her that she and Atsumu are just friends.

Within five minutes of talking to the girl, she can pick out what made Atsumu like her and what will make him break up with her.

She's confident, beautiful, sweet, and polite.

But she hardly ever smiles, and her eyes are cold. She can't take a joke, and when Y/N orders a burger, the girl gives her a look of disgust behind her oh-so-healthy salad.

Another thing, the girl isn't particularly nice to Y/N.

"So, you live with my boyfriend."

"Well, not technically," Y/N says, swallowing a bite of her food. "But kinda."

"You need to stop."

"He's my best friend. I swear, I'd never try to steal him from you. If I wanted him, I would've told him years ago."

"I don't care. I don't want you anywhere near him."

"I'm sorry, but you can't tear me apart from my best friend. I won't let you do that, and neither will he. I'm not competition, I promise."

"Oh, I know you're not competition. You couldn't take him even if you tried. But I know you're lying about not having feelings for him."

Well, that stung.

"I'm not lying."

The girl laughs bitterly.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

It takes him all of two weeks to break up with the girl. And Y/N doesn't even tell him about their encounter.

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She's listening to Bokuto and Hinata talk from around the corner.

"Yeah, I think she loves him," Hinata says.

"Me, too."

"But I don't think she realizes it."

"She must not, or she would've told us already."

"True."

"Hey guys," she hears Sakusa say as he walks over. "What's up?"

"Do you think Y/N's in love with Atsumu?" Hinata asks.

"Doesn't everyone?" Sakusa replies.

"She doesn't."

"Really? Even Miya knows she's in love with him."

"You're kidding," Bokuto says.

"Nope. But I guess it works out for him because he’s in love with her too."

"What?! He's in love with her?! He's been in love with her?! How does she not know these things?!

"He told me they haven't talked about it, so I wouldn't bring it up," Sakusa says.

Y/N doesn't stick around to hear the rest. As she turns to leave, her head meets the chest of the man in question.

Looking down he sees her look as if she was a deer caught in headlights.

"Hey, Y/N. What's wrong?"

"Are you in love with me?" she asks.

"Yes."

Her breath hitches. That wasn't the answer she was expecting.

"How-how long have you been in love with me?"

"How long have I known ya?" he replies.

"What?"

"You….You're…"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"This doesn't screw up our plans to see that movie tomorrow, right? I've been wanting to see it for ages."

And just like that, she can breathe again.

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A few weeks later, they're officially dating. She doesn't remember him asking her, but all of a sudden he's holding her hand and kissing her and treating her like the queen he says she is.

She hasn't told him she loves him because she doesn't think she does. But he's been telling her that he can see that she loves him, even if she can't. And apparently that's all he needs.

She won't deny that she likes him. Because now that they're dating, she realizes she does. But love is a little much, and she can't really see herself ever loving her best friend. It's absurd.

Dating him is a blur. A heavenly, blissful blur, but still a blur.

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She's been his girlfriend for about a couple of months when she has an epiphany. It's three a.m. but it comes to her as clear as day.

She loves him. She's loved him for years but it hasn't ever hit her because all the little pieces of the puzzle that made her fall in love with him have been too small for her brain to put together. Her heart has always known, but her mind has been spending years working on this puzzle. And now she's places the last piece and she loves him. She loves him so so so much and she grins at the ceiling because he's hers. Her first everything and oh goodness she loves him.

"Tsumu," she whispers, shaking him gently. "Tsumu, are you awake?"

"It was just a dream," he says, half asleep. "Go back to bed."

"Tsumu, I didn't have a nightmare. Wake up."

He turns on his side to face her and she sees his swirling hazel eyes in the darkness.

"What're ya smiling at?"

"I love you."

She expects him to shoot straight up in bed and turn the light on, start grilling her about how and when she realized it. She expects him to grin and celebrate and be as excited as she is.

But he doesn't do that.

All he does is give her a sleepy smile and close his eyes again.

"I love ya, too."

And then he drapes an arm over her and pulls her into him.

She's confused for a while, but then it hits her.

He's known she loved him for a while. He's been telling her that since they started dating. He isn't surprised at all. He's happy that she finally realized it, yes, but this isn't a shocker to him. This is just her finally coming to her senses.

And then she realizes another thing. The only celebration he needs is being able to add that fourth word to the statement he's been telling her for the past few months.

With her head pressed against his chest, she can hear his heart pounding, and though he's pretending to be asleep, she knows he's going to be up for a while, just thinking. Thinking about their memories, their future together, how it was always gonna end up this way, no matter how long it took.

So she lifts her head to press her lips to his, and she smiles when he gives up his act to kiss her back. Then she pulls away and rests her head on his pillow because hers is too far away from him.

She thinks about how many times she's fallen asleep next to him, but none of those times has been like this. Because now she loves him and this means something and she'd really like it if she could stay here forever.

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jasmine-the-fox · 3 years

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Down you go

Before you all read this... I want to make one thing clear to you all (what i’m about to bring up happened on ao3)

Never EVER! Ask me when the next update is going to happen before or after you make a salt request! It’s very rude and I will ignore you and or block you if you do this!

Anyways... Enjoy the salt fic! This request was made by @pinkskeletonsharkdeputy

It had started off as a normal day... Until it went down the hill... Literally, Marinette was having a great day! She had spoken to her girlfriend for a bit this morning which made her happy, then Lila was quiet this morning... Save for a few glares from her classmates, she aced three tests that Lila tried to claim she cheated... Resulting in Lila getting three weeks of detention for false accusations with lack of proof and her girlfriend called her to say she sent her a gift!

And then it went bad...

Turns out that when Mari was at the bakery for lunch (like always) and to see her gift... Lila claimed to the class that Mari pushed her down the stairs to try and make her stay away from her Adrien (even though Mari is a lesbian and she told the class before Lila even came to school) then warned her that if she tried to get near Adrien... She would be in a worse condition then this, she cried and claimed that she was hurting (she had no bruises, no cuts or even a bone either dislocated or fractured) so the class decided to get back at Marinette by making her go through the same thing... Even though Lila lied to them.

Mari got back to school to hear her classmates whispering her name, she thought it was strange but decided to wait and see what will happen next, the day continued with Lila going back to lying in miss Bustier’s class... As it was the only class she could get away with it, Mari completely ignored her and simply focused on using her new tablet that Jasmine bought her as a gift, at one point Caline ordered her to give Lila her supposed “stolen” tablet and apologize (Lila claimed that her mother bought it for her a week ago) problem was... The tablet was a new model that came out three days ago and she only got it this afternoon.

Mari even showed the proof that it only just arrived...

Everyone was quiet at this info... But Lila still lied her way out of it and claimed that she must have believed it was her’s by mistake, the class then went back to ignoring Mari and listening to Lila instead, Mari went back to using the tablet to draw and work on a few personal things that made her smile before saving them to her computer and tablet at home, she packed up as the bell rang and then left the classroom when it happened... Lila purposfully bumped into her and stole her tablet, then as Mari took one step down the stairs.

Alya pushed her to fall down... And the class laughed at her...

They claimed she was trying to be petty when she screamed and cried for help, they claimed she was joking when there was blood and they scoffed as she was placed into the ambulance that miss Mendelieve called, police did a quick investigation and reviewed CCTV footage before taking Alya by for to the station to ask her what she was thinking that would happen after pushing Marinette down the stairs.

Sabine called Jasmine about what happened and the girl rushed over in a panic, when Mari’s bags were handed to them, Tom was shocked when the tablet wasn’t there, police came and it was Jasmine who revealed she had gifted it to Mari... And then revealed it’s last tracked location... Lila Rossi’s bedroom. They rushed over and searched her room to find it in her trash can... Broken, Lila claimed she bought it yesterday and Marinette destroyed it, but Jasmine’s tracker said otherwise, so Lila was arrested for lying to the police, theft and destruction of another’s property... Also was forced to by a new one.

Lila’s mother refused to help her, claimed that Lila was on her own now and instead gave the police permission to search there home and to question Lila fully... Without the rights to a lawyer, Lila was shocked at this but her mother simply left the apartment to go do some shopping... And use her daughter’s money to buy a replacement tablet for Marinette, Lila tried to fight back, claiming she had nothing to do with Marinette being pushed down the stairs... She only stole the tablet... This confused the police since Alya claimed it was all Lila’s idea because Marinette did the same to her.

Lila denied it fully, Marinette never pushed her down any stairs, she admitted that Mari didn’t like her because of her lying disease that causes her to lie about anything and everything... She accidentally got triggered and lied about Mari pushing down the stairs, she tried to tell Alya that it never happened but by then Alya had already pushed her down the stairs, the class was laughing at Mari and claimed Mari was faking it up till she got to the hospital, the two officers now understood that Alya was lying to them... And then Lila continued, she revealed that her teacher, principal, Marinette and her parent’s knew about this... But no one else knew.

This told them everything in an instant...

To make sure Lila had friends, the principal and teacher agreed to keep this info about Lila a secret from the class... Not caring that it might cause problems if someone was accidentally targeted by Lila’s lies, since Marinette was more then likely the main target, the teacher and principal did nothing to stop the class from bullying Marinette... And now they would suffer from there choices, they decided to place an investigation on the two adults, and asked Lila to come to the station to answer a few more questions... Lila agreed while secretly smirking at the fact that she would get away with this by putting the whole blame on Alya.

Meanwhile, Marinette woke up to find her worried parents and a relieved girlfriend, Jasmine helped her to sit up and explained her condition and how long she would stay at the hospital and then at home before even thinking about going back to school, Mari sighed in relief... But then panicked at the fact that she couldn’t find her tablet anywhere “Lila stole it from you, she claimed it to be her’s and you destroyed it but I had a tracker on it just incase, so she needs to buy you a new one” Jasmine explained as she pulled out a new one “Her mother came to drop this off, she explained Lila was to be questioned and went to get it for her daughter” she added making Mari nod as she then turned it on.

“I had it configured to your previous tablet, so you don’t need to set anything up” Jasmine said making Mari smile, she then pulled out the pen and began to sketch, a doctor and police officer came in together, the doctor got to examining her before explaining her whole condition and what she might need to go through, then explained that the Cesaire family will need to pay for all the treatments as it was Alya who caused all of this to happen, once gone, the officer began to question her, Marinette told the officer everything... And by that...

I mean about Lila transferring, her lies beginning, her leaving for a while, her return with more lies, her threat towards Mari, her attempt of getting Mari expelled, her expulsion canceled with Lila claiming she has a lying disease, Lila lying to the class about Mari bullying her and the class turning against her to bully her in return the supposed bullying she caused to Lila...

The officer was shocked by all this information, so much more different from what Lila Rossi and Alya Cesaire reported... The officer could tell that only Marinette Dupain-Cheng will tell the truth in the end, the officer then thanked her and then left to report all of this, Mari relaxed with Jasmine helping her when she could, her parents then left to take care of the bakery, Jasmine waited for a bit before she sighed “I really think you should switch schools... Even if Lila is gone... The class won’t apologize for there actions... They won’t admit to being wrong until they suffer from there actions... And then hope that you will save them” she explained making Mari nod.

For a week she rests in the hospital before being allowed to rest at home, where she stays there for two weeks, during that time Alya told everyone to blame Lila for the whole incident... While Lila cries to her mom as to why Alya would lie and accuse her of causing Mari to be in the hospital... While the police look deeper into Lila Rossi, Jasmine was at Marinette’s side the whole time she was at the hospital and at home... While no one in the class came to visit her, they all believed she was faking it... All the while they got a new principal and teacher after the investigation the police did on the school.

Now all that was left was Marinette’s classmates...

When Mari returned to school, the whole school minus her classmates welcomed her return to school... Some came to visit her to see how she was doing in her recovery, she was happy to have visitors checking in on her like that and Jasmine was relieved that they were so kind towards her girlfriend... But she was worried about her going back to school, because of the fall her legs needed time to recover so she needed some support for them thus she needed a crutch, the school was informed and students were told to help Marinette when they could and to not mess with her crutch.

That didn’t stop her class though...

When she walked into class, Alya was the first to snap at her for cause her parents to get mad at her, how was she supposed to know that the fall was serious, she kept yelling at her until there new teacher came and told her to stop or she would get detention, Alya tried to defend herself but there was nothing she could do about it, she was to blame for forcing her parents to pay Marinette’s medical after Alya pushed her down the stairs... Now she had to face her actions... Not long after class started, the police came to speak with Lila for her lies about everything... And to Alya for attempting to try and blame Lila for everything.

Both girls tried to defend themselves but there teacher forced them to follow, once outside the class, the two girls began to fight... Well if you can call Alya screaming at Lila for causing everything and Lila crying as she tries to defend herself a fight... Then sure, anyways the police didn’t care and forced them to follow them to the station to be once again questioned... When asked why they replied with them needing to help fill out some holes in the story... Both girls agreed... Without knowing that the police caught them right where they wanted them.

Once at the station, there parents watched as the two girls lied about what happened... And never bringing up the past of when it all started when the officer asked about it... They simply acted like the question was never made and continued explaining everything, there parents refused to help there daughter’s and asked that the rest of the class get’s questioned about all of this... Believing there was more to all of this and one of them might be able to help with the whole situation... The police agreed to the request.

And there answer... Was in none other then Adrien Agreste himself...

When he was asked to answer a few questions he agreed... But at the station he claimed to have the whole story on Lila and her actions, they sat down with him and talked... About everything, including the deal he made with her to bring Marinette back from expulsion, the police was shocked and asked if he did anything to help Marinette, he explained that his father ordered him to stay away from Marinette and to make Lila happy... Meaning he had to follow her around, go where she wanted to go and even agree with whatever she said.

The police was furious about all of this, as a result... Lila Rossi, Alya Cesaire and Gabriel Agreste were arrested... For different reasons of course, the rest of the class were given fines while Adrien was sent to London to live with his aunt.

Meanwhile... Marinette transferred schools to be with Jasmine... She changed her number and anything else connecting her to her old class, so even if they tried... None of them but Adrien can contact her.

It was there own fault for going down the way they did...

#miraculous ladybug #lila salt #Salt fic #class salt #lesbian #oc #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Jasmine!oc #marixjasmine #Bustier salt

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