#never let themselves live in the present and okay I'm going to stop now. enjoy the art byeeeee

[obsolescent]

the "you need someone right now. and i'm the one that's here. let me be what you need." prompt with trans!leon t4t sex and go

House Fire

Pairing: Trans!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!GN!Reader

Author's Notes: The scream I scrumpt when I saw this request...I present you with this. This was so fulfilling to write and I hope you enjoy. Thank you for requesting!

Song: House Fire by Tyler Childers

Content Warnings: Sexual content, oral sex, swearing, no gendered language for reader, no gendered genitalia, reader is sad at the beginning and doubting themselves, Leon being awkward and joking as always, lots of fluff and yearning for one another.

Word Count: 2,470

“You can set my house on fire, baby

You can turn it into cinder and smoke

‘Cause this house is mighty cold

And I feel like meltin’ all the snow away”

The door slams, echoing throughout the home. You stormed inside, frustration and sadness overwhelming you. “I don’t see anything between us” repeating in your mind. You could’ve heard that sooner from them, about two months sooner. Why lead you on this whole time if this is how they felt? It seems like you always draw the short straw, never having success in your love life, not understanding why. You’re close to losing it! Close to swearing off love for good.

You’re usually not…This bitter, but it seems like now, most things these days in your life are taking a downturn. A low score on an exam for one of your classes, manager at your job has been criticizing your work more, you and your sibling having a spat that’s left you with the silent treatment from them. “It’s every day for me…” You muttered to yourself, stalking to the kitchen to grab something to drink, preferably alcohol, if you have any. You sincerely hope luck is on your side for this, at least. “Aha!” You exclaimed, grabbing the neck of the wine bottle and pulling it out of the fridge. At least there’s the little things.

While you’re busy searching for the bottle opener, your roommate makes his presence known. “Damn, slammed the door pretty hard, huh? You trying to wake the dead? Definitely woke me up ” He says, looking disheveled. Oops. Talk about a rude awakening.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” You grimaced, stopping to look at him. Good Lord. Looking like a tall drink of water, so effortlessly hot even with bedhead. The nap he was taking made his usually perfectly straight fringe tousled, his clothes wrinkled, eyes rimmed with red that he’s currently making worse by rubbing them. 

“Didn’t you have a date tonight?” He asked, running a hand over his face. “I did, it didn’t go well.” You reply, gesturing towards the bottle. “Hell, I’m sorry. Are you doing okay?” His voice is laced with concern. “I reckon.” You mumbled, finally locating the bottle opener and stuffing it into the cork. “We can talk about it, if you want,” He offers. You nod. God, he’s always been so nice. You’re thanking the heavens for finding him as a roommate. Considerate, picks up after himself, willing to share, never loud. He’s definitely a people pleaser, but that’s one of the few things you share in common. Also the fact that he’s trans too, which makes it an even more pleasant experience to live with him. Honestly? You’ve had some feelings for him, but decided against saying anything. Worried about ruining what you have, especially with the way your love life has been going lately.

You sigh, pouring yourself a hefty serving of Moscato, “You want some?” You offer, holding up your glass. “Sure.” You grab another glass and pour him some, too. He accepts it with a ‘thanks’ and follows you to the living room, each sitting at the opposite ends of the couch, facing towards the other. 

You begin, talking about everything going on in your life currently. Your luck with dating, things in your personal life and career. It’s a bit winded. Honestly? It’s a lot, feeling like you’re probably oversharing or overwhelming him, but he just sits there and sips on the wine while nodding his head with the occasional hum, slightly leaning forward with his blue eyes fixated on you. When you’re finally done, you realize you’ve finished your wine, setting the glass down on the coffee table. 

“Sorry, I know that was a lot. Thanks for listening to me rant,” You chuckle, rubbing your neck. “Oh, no problem. I honestly don’t mind, I…Like listening to you talk…About anything.” He says, with a nervous chuckle, fiddling with his wine glass. “Oh.” You reply, surprised. You definitely weren’t expecting that type of response from him. ‘Don’t overthink it, he’s probably feeling really awkward right now and doesn’t know what to say.’

“Well, I’m glad. I know I do a lot of talking for the both of us–not that that is a bad thing! You’re just…You don’t talk as much as I do.” You shrug. You’re embarrassing yourself. “Yeah, no, I’m glad you do. I’m just, I don’t know, I don’t have much to say most of the time.” He chuckles, his cheeks turning pink. You’re not sure if it’s due to the wine or the conversation, but it’s cute.

“Do you want to watch a movie? Take your mind off things?” He asks, cocking his head, causing his blond hair to fall into one eye. Ugh. “Sure! That sounds nice!” You reply, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. “You can choose, just…No horror?” Leon asks. You nod, scrolling through the movies, settling on a rather funny one you’ve seen before, but it’s been awhile.

“Want some popcorn?” He nods eagerly. You get up while the ads start playing, placing a bag in the microwave. You stand and watch the TV and the back of his head while waiting for the timer to go off. Your thoughts drift back to Leon, specifically the crush you have on the man. You’ve had one since you met him, how could you not? He’s shy and quite charming. But, after hearing what he said earlier, you’re wondering if he has some inkling of feelings towards you? It’s hard to tell. ‘It still could’ve just been him fighting with that brain of his to think of a response.’ He’s definitely an overthinker like you, too.

The beeping from the microwave pulls you from your thoughts, grabbing the bag and pouring the contents into a bowl that’ll allow you to share with Leon. You grab the wine bottle and bring it with you to the living room, setting it down while putting the bowl between you and him.

He scoots closer to you and the bowl, grabbing a handful. You grab your own and soon immerse yourself in the movie. You both begin laughing along to the antics in the movie. Body easing into relaxation mode, you let the day and all the problems that it brought ebb away, glad to share this time with him. You should’ve done this to begin with, instead of going on that miserable date.

You fill your glass up with some more wine. Sipping away, you start to feel the effects. It seems like Leon is too, out of the corner of your eye you see him also relaxed against the cushions with a flush to his face, grinning at the screen. He must feel you staring, because he looks over at you, smiling brightly. “Starting to feel better?” He asks, tilting his head again. Why does that do something to you? “I am. Thanks for hanging out with me, Leon, it means a lot.” You pause, “And sorry again for waking you up.”

“”You’re welcome, and it’s no biggie,” He reaches over and bumps his fist against your arm. You laugh. Once the moment passes, you’re both pulled into the movie again. Distracted by the screen, you reach for the popcorn bowl at the same time Leon does. Your hands collide and it sends a shock through your body, his skin brushing against yours. It feels so good, even if it’s just for that brief second. “Oops,” You giggle, playing off the feeling while pulling your hand back to allow him first dibs. Before you can retract it fully, he grabs onto your hand, interlocking your fingers. 

“You see this train I’m riding?

It’s burning up the coal

And it’s wheels are bound to roll right by you

Honey, won’t you jump my train?”

Your eyes widen, snapping your head towards him. He’s looking away, face scarlet. His thumb starts rubbing circles into your skin before he begins speaking, “Uh, I’m really glad we got to spend this time together, because there’s been something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about,” He starts, “I’m really glad that none of your dates have worked out…I got worried whenever you would leave for one, hoping that things didn’t work out. I know that sounds awful, but it’s the truth. I’ve been too nervous to tell you how I really feel and I don’t want another opportunity to slip away. What I mean is I…I like you, a lot. I have no idea how you feel about me, and this may ruin what we have, but…I know you’ve had a bad day and things haven’t been going your way so…” His rambling trails off.

When he’s done speaking he moves the bowl out of the way, now nothing separating you two. He scoots closer, cupping your face with both of his hands, his thumbs now brushing your cheeks. “Can I…Kiss you?” He asks timidly. You nod, “Yeah…Yes, please.” He closes the distance, softly pressing his lips to yours. They’re buttery and salty from the popcorn. You love it. Deepening the kiss, you put one hand on the nape of his neck, while the other cups his right cheek, pulling him closer. He whines low in his throat, his hands scrambling to find purchase on your body, finding your waist, clinging to you.

“I’ve been–wanting to do this–for so long–” He says in between kisses, gasping each word. “P-please, this may seem so much at once, but God, I’ve wanted you, needed you, for so long. Whatever you want, just tell me. Those other people have no idea who they’re missing out on.” He’s rubbing soothing circles into your cheek, misty eyed. You begin to feel the familiar sting of tears rising yourself, you nuzzle into his hand. “I know you’re happy they didn’t work out, but I’ve wondered the same thing about myself. Is there something wrong with me? Is that why nothing’s ever gone right?” You suppress a shudder, scrunching up your nose, trying to fight back the onslaught of tears that are trying to break through the dam. 

“Oh, baby, no. Nothing’s wrong with you, you’re perfect just the way you are. I’m so sorry they’ve made you feel like this. I’m so glad to have met you, to be in your presence. You deserve so much, so much more than what you’ve been given. I know I’m not the best with words sometimes, and I’m probably not what you had in mind, but…You need someone right now, and I’m the one that’s here. Let me be what you need.”

“Oh, Leon. I think you’re everything I’ve hoped for.” You whispered, fingers dancing down the side of his face. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, pulling you into a crushing embrace. So close, you don’t know where he ends and you begin, it feels so nice. You can’t recall the last time you’d been touched. You’re famished for affection, and Leon is willing to give you all he can.

It’s a blur of you and him grabbing, touching, pulling on each other’s body like a game of Tug of war. Movie disregarded, popcorn tossed aside, wine warming to room temperature. You and Leon are suspended in this moment together, savoring the lost time. Beginning to recover all those days spent without each other.

Moving in sync, you make it to his room, tangling yourselves together in his bed. Losing articles of clothing, exploring each other's bodies. Skin against skin, tongues exploring new territory. “Is this okay?” “Can I touch you here?” back and forth between you two, nods, gasps, and breathy yeses exchanged. Bare before each other, savoring. Bodies entwined once more. Legs soon hiked over shoulders. His fingers and mouth begin sending you to glory, while his hair is in your clutches. “F-fuck, right there, please keep going please don’t stop! Feels–so–good, Leon,” gasped out of your lungs, dragging nails down his scalp and back. His own moans and whines almost louder than yours, sending tendrils of electricity throughout your body.

“Le-Leon, going to cum,” “Cum for me, baby, let it all out.” Euphoria reached with a yell of his name, body trembling. Leon worked his way back up your body, trailing kisses upwards until reaching your lips. “I want you, Leon. Let me make you feel good too,” whispered between the entanglement of mouths. Severing the connection, laying him against the bedsheets while mimicking the path he left against your skin. 

Taking your time with him, using light touches while exploring him. Withering against the bed, begging for you. “P-please fuck goddamn, touch me more. I need your mouth so badly I feel like I’mgoingtoexplode.” Ever the exaggerator. You enlighten him by wrapping your lips around him and sucking, simultaneously sliding two fingers into his warmth. “FUCK fuckfuckfuck ye-yes thank you, baby, making me feel so good.” His hand snaked down to grip your hair, tugging. Humming in approval has him jolting, arching and crying out. “Oh shit shit I’m cumming, God–ugh–don’t stop!” His walls clenched down against your fingers while grinding into your mouth.

Laying limp amongst the battered sheets, you crawl up to him and repeat his actions, ending in a fervent kiss. Ensnared in each other’s hold for the final time that night, basking in the warm glow emanating from you both. “That was…Everything I had hoped it would be and more.” You murmured, finger tracing his jaw. “Yeah, it was. I haven’t felt that good with someone before, if I’m being honest, and you made me feel really good.” He chuckled, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Me too,” you giggled back, his kisses tickling your hand. He yawns, reaching down to grab the blanket that had fallen off the bed. “Let’s get some sleep, yeah? If I remember correctly, my nap earlier was disrupted,” He smirks at you. “Sorry again,” you apologize once more, though not too sorry since it led to this. “You can make it up to me,” He says while tucking you in against the sheets, “By sleeping with me.” He pauses. “I mean, you know, like…Napping…Not sex again.” You laugh, “I get what you mean, Leon. I would love to.”

Bundled up, Leon rests his head against your chest, quickly lulled to sleep by your heartbeat. You lay awake for a bit longer, turning your head to look out the window, at the stars. Thanking them for bringing you and him together. Closing your eyes, you’re pulled into slumber with a smile gracing your features, bitterness long from your mind, replaced with jubilation.

“You see these boots I'm wearing

They're tough enough to go

And they will take many a road to reach you

Honey, won't you light the way?”

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[mrs-monaghan]

Jkk probably feel the need to defend V's behavior lately, because if they don't then they're left questioning his loyalty to Jm regarding Jk. The day V tells Jk he likes him the most or that he likes him to his face, then what? When V did that in front of Jk and said all of that to Jm, even causing Jm to tell him to stop when he kept telling him he liked him, it was written off as soulmates, besties, even with people trying to defend Jk, saying it was wrong if he's dating Jm. If V was willing to tell Jm he likes him and not be joking and later on say he likes Jm the most right in front of Jk, then what would stop V from flipping the script and doing it to Jk now, since they seem closer lately?

I don't think V would do that tho, because it is Jm he likes the most, not Jk & Jk wouldn't ever let V do something like to that Jm, but if Mr. Unpredictable ever did tho, I'm betting it wouldn't be written off as besties/soulmates, like it was with Vmin. We had Jk saying from a friend & Jm's actual panic waiting for what V was gonna say to him, then Jm looking at Jk after V said that to him & Jin's side eye & Suga yelling to break the tension. They all knew & braced for impact lol. He's not a horrible person, he loves Jikook, but he's unpredictable & enjoys trolling & kinda does before he thinks. Example, Going live from Jk's house without asking permission. If Jikook are dating, I imagine that didn't sit right with Jm & calling out people for saying it was wrong, cause they don't want to admit they themselves know its wrong, isn't okay. You may think its right, doesn't mean someone else does & no one has a right to say you can't feel its wrong. Jm is very patient with V cause he loves him & V just told Jm he loves him openly on IG just 4 mons ago, so I think Vmin are fine, but there are limits & patience can wear thin, even when it comes to besties.

what would stop V from flipping the script and doing it to JK now, since they seem closer lately?

Who's side are u on anon?

I love this video sm!! God Bless the person on twitter who made it 😂😂😂

No, but really, anon you have to watch how u say things. We live in a world where Tkkrs sent death threats to V pretending to be Jkkrs so they can make us look bad. We have them using Jimin as their PPs so they can lure people into the cult. So I am very cautious, alright? Let's be careful about how we word things so I don't side eye u 🤭🤭

Just because we don't see Jikook out and about like we used to, don't mean Tkk are now closer than Jkk. U know what, I wanna talk about this. The vermin can yell till the cows come home but we only have 2 legit instances of them being spotted together. 2. TWO instances. Bowling

And the musical

The end.

Every other instance has been made up and doesn't exist. The snowboarding which later turned into ice skating??? The way that story kept changing? And the fact that JK who hates the cold was ice skating without gloves and that's how a fan spotted him? 🤡🤡🤡🤡

Then we have the TT ontop of that one hotel. Where they supposedly spent the night together

Never mind that other members were present too and a certain girl group was also staying there. ☕

Speaking of the TT (that was for work) I have never seen anyone bring this up so I will. When this TT got posted I was trying so hard to figure out what or who I was looking at.

It was hard. Alright? Go to the comment section and see Trashkookers complain how they wish the video was clearer. The fact that I needed to check the tags to know who was dancing 🤭🤭 And so when this happened my Jikook brain couldn't help but wonder; editor - JK did he do this on purpose? Would he have edited the TT the same way if he had done it with Jimin? With Hobi? Was this him denying the cult content? We know he don't like them. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Food for thought. 🤔

Moving on swiftly....

Back to your ask my darling anon. I'm sorry your one sentence sent me into a tangent. 🙏🏽 I pretty much agree with everything u said. I will clip Jimin looking at JK during that Vmin moment so we can all enjoy it together.

Notice how Jimin didn't say "I like you the most too?" Is it because there's another person at that table that he likes the most? 👀 But the kicker is when Jimin looks at JK immediately after saying that. Immediately. Gee, I wonder why. 🤭

You know what this moment reminds me of? Bon voyage season 4 episode 6.

Jimin says he wants to sleep in the tent WHILE LOOKING AT JK. JK tells him to go ahead. No one else, just JK

Jimin repeats again *while still looking at JK* that him and Suga were gonna sleep in the tent. And JK nods.

👁👃🏽👁

This reads to me like Jimin was asking for permission here. He gets it the first time but once again feels the need to reiterate; babe, I will be in the tent with Suga. 🤭🤭

But like i said before. We don't talk about Yoonmin 🤫🤫🤫

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[littlegodzilla]

Strangers. Part 2.

Norman Reedus x Reader.

Part 2.

Warnings: Fluff. Awkward situations. Protective Norman. Slow burn.

Words: 3100.

Summary: Norman has to apologized and you try to believe him, but sometimes is hard.

Part 1

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"Let me get this right... you've gone straight for her..." Asks the gray-haired man with a wrinkled look.

"I didn't... I didn't want to scare her, but I saw her there, like you told me and..." He sighs rubbing his hair, sinking his head between his shoulders. "How did you do it?"

"When I knew her my ancestor had been dead for years, it's rare that we met, that means our time is coming to an end."

"I don't like the sound of that..." Norman growls looking at the other man.

"It's the law of life, son, but take it from me, you have to be patient, and apologize."

"And if she doesn't let me get close? I think I scared her enough..."

"She'll let you explain yourself, that connection that exists between us won't be broken just because you went in for her like a bull in a ring, she'll be curious, but you have to be careful."

"Okay... I know I jumped the gun." He sighs now stirring the coffee in his cup, the older man squeezes his arm affectionately.

"Norman..." A soft, shaky voice causes both men to raise their heads. "It's getting late, I want to go dancing."

"Of course you do, darling, we'll be going now."

Norman watches the elderly couple prepare to leave. The hall where they used to go dancing no longer exists, but the man manages every day to enjoy a nice evening with his mistress. He escorts them out of the house, after all, he is just a visitor, before leaving, the woman asks her husband who he is, but neither says anything, Norman gives her a loving kiss on the cheek as a farewell and starts walking towards his motorcycle.

The night has cooled down in New York City, despite how bustling it is, he can hardly see people on the streets, it's a little late and the low temperatures do not help to feel like leaving home. Norman adjusts his leather jacket against his body before getting on the bike, putting on his gloves. The conversation still rattling around in his head, he knows he's lucky to be able to listen to the advice of his elders, but at the same time he feels anxious and impatient.

He has been dreaming about you for many years. He never really took it seriously, just dreams of a young and horny mind imagining a young woman who didn't have to exist, but it was curious as some images kept repeating themselves, as if he was living a distant memory. His father told him what was happening to him when he dared to talk about his dreams and ask.

For him it was also a shock at first, all that information suddenly made his brain collapse and he needed a second to think about it. Then curiosity won out over surprise and he started to dig into everything related, finding more cases than he would consider possible. Some were just lies, others coincidences, but there were some cases that presented very similar stories to what he was experiencing with his dreams. Then he found that elderly couple, who oddly enough he was a distant member of the Reedus family, although they didn't share a last name and they were talking for hours about it.

There were so many questions: Does she never know who we are? Are we always going to meet? Where can I find her? How long will it take? To all of them the old man asked for patience, but he did explain that it wasn't just something in his family, that you, in your previous lives, had also known who he was, sometimes it was you who went for him, sometimes it was something immediate when you saw each other, it all depended on the connection between you.

"You have dreamed of her, I'm sure she has had some dreams of you too, some of our ancestors had to travel away from home to find her. We have been lucky."

Norman keeps every word and advice of that man in his mind like a treasure. He starts the bike and sets off, before going home he must make a stop, he must apologize for scaring you and he knows where to find you.

************

"Oh no, that lunatic again." Your partner Mandy comes out of the kitchen as soon as Norman walks through the cafeteria door, the warmth of the place relaxing her stiff muscles from riding a motorcycle. "What didn't you understand the last time you took off?" She threatens him with the iron shovel.

"I don't mean to intrude, I just want to get something to eat, this place is on my way home." He tries to sound reasonable, but the woman isn't willing to negotiate.

"That's not my problem, man, you scared my partner the other day, I'm not going to let you near her again."

"Mandy, it's okay." Norman hears your voice on the other side of the bar and has to make a sovereign effort not to turn quickly and smile. "Ross is in the office, if he finds out you've kicked a customer out, he'll kill us."

"That nasty bastard..." She roars and storms back into the kitchen. You sigh and walk over to him.

"What can I do for you, you're going to want a table?"

"Please." He nods letting you guide him to one, it's not crowded so the atmosphere is nice and calm. "I just want a coffee and a sandwich" He asks you and you write it down in your notebook.

"I want to make it clear that if you do or say anything crazy, Mandy will be happy to kick you out of here with a kick in the balls."

"Understood." He nods again and smiles somewhat nervously, he has to accept that your friend is a woman of guns.

You sigh and walk away from the table to leave him alone again. At the bar, you pass the note to your companion and pick up the coffee carafe to go back and fill his cup.

"Milk?" When he hums you pour him some and watch him take a sip by wrapping his hands around the hot mug. "Not the best day to ride a motorcycle..." You comment without being aware and see him looking at you curiously.

"I know, but for my job it allows me to get around town much faster."

"Work?" you frown Why the hell are you making conversation with him?

"Yes, I'm a photographer for a magazine, it's just starting, we're still getting known, but it's interesting, if you want to take a look at it..." He proposes with a shrug.

"Sure..."

You watch as Norman pulls out his wallet searching through his pockets to hand you a card with the name of said magazine on it. You take it curiously and return to the bar, where other customers are waiting to be served. You put the card in your apron pocket, knowing you'll take a look at it later, and continue working. The night is long, people are going out and coming in to work, it's the good time for business and your coordination with Mandy is impeccable, many years working together on that same schedule has made you know each other's times well and the customers who are almost regulars.

"The weirdo's sandwich." Mandy says, setting it down on the table.

"Don't call him that, and it's ten minutes late." You look at her reproachfully.

"He's lucky I didn't spit in it." She assures you and you roll your eyes leaving for Norman's table.

"Sorry for the delay."

"No, it's okay, I guess I deserve it... Any special ingredients I shouldn't know about?" he asks looking at you with asided grin and a snicker escapes your nose.

"No, this time the chef's specialty has been reserved for you, maybe an upcoming one."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." He jokes with you and you laugh again before leaving his table once more.

From the bar, with his back to you, you dare to study him curiously. You are no fool, he is an attractive man, of that there is no doubt, perhaps on another occasion you would have even been flattered by his presence and even tried to flirt with him. There is something about him that intrigues and attracts you almost as strongly, a mysterious and intense aura that causes you to want to know more about him, but it really confuses you.

"It's you." "I've finally found you."

His words still echo in your head giving you goosebumps.

What was that all about? You didn't know him at all, you'd never seen him around, sure he had something that looked familiar, but two days ago was the first time he'd shown up at the coffee shop. At least as far as you could remember and judging by his explanations, he thought he had known you long before.

You shake your head again, next to you you see Mandy looking at you questioningly, you know your co-worker and friend is very serious about kicking Norman out of there if necessary, you appreciate her efforts and that she cares about you like that, but you're also serious in that your boss is there and it could be a problem to confront a customer just because he's a little weird.

"You have to admit he's cute..." You slip out brewing another pot of coffee. Mandy next to you raises her head. "What?"

"No, come on, that guy is creepy, you can't possibly think he's cute."

"Don't be like that, I know he was really weird the other day, but maybe he got the wrong person..."

"Look at me and tell me those blue eyes aren't going to brainwash you." She asks you and you smile.

"Don't worry, okay? I'm a big girl now."

"Don't make me hit you too." She threatens you.

You laugh low nodding your head and walk out of the kitchen again, you attend to all the new customers that have just arrived again. You glance sideways at Norman who is still at his table, slightly leaning over his desk, focused on his phone, curiosity returns to you, you put down the last note passing it to your coworker and pick up the coffee pot heading towards his table once again.

"More coffee?"

"Thank you." He nods handing you the cup. You dare to look seeing that he is flipping through some photographs, possibly about his work.

"Working?" you blurt out and he nods.

"Editing the first touch-ups before transferring them to my computer. It's going to be a long night."

"You're going to pull an all-nighter on that?" You look at him in surprise.

"Yeah, I need to have it ready for tomorrow." He shrugs and looks a little embarrassed.

"Leaving things to the last minute, huh?" you joke and he laughs holding up his hands in a peace sign.

"I'm guilty, I admit it." He jokes again, you're ready to leave, but he grabs your arm. "Hey." He stops you, you look up at him raising your eyebrows, his gaze riveted on the hand on your limb, he notices and releases you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." He clears his throat and out of the corner of his eye spots Mandy at the kitchen door. She's like a hound dog. "I wanted to apologize to you, about the other day. I didn't mean to scare you."

His voice sounds nervous, shaky, it's clear he's sorry for the way he acted several days ago, that his apology is sincere, you smile and shake your head.

"It's okay, don't worry." You smile accepting his apology. "I got a little scared, but it's forgotten now." You assure him.

"Great... Can you tell your partner? I'm really afraid she'll end up throwing something at my head if I keep talking to you."

"Don't worry, you wouldn't be her first target." You laugh and leave him alone at the table.

Norman is thoughtful at your words, since he's arrived, it's the first time he's dared to turn around in his seat to follow in your footsteps. He feels good because he has apologized, you have forgiven him and now it could be said that you are starting from scratch, you could get to know each other better, maybe this is what his eldest was talking about when he said he should be patient. However, he feels his skin crawls when he sees a customer talking to you, leaning on the bar, waving his hands as he talks, he smiles kindly and you both laugh at something he is telling you. He doesn't like it, he's never considered himself a jealous or possessive man, he's had other relationships, you wouldn't be his first girlfriend, if things were going well, he's not hypocritical he knows you have every right too to do with your life what you feel like, but knowing the connection you share, that this man is daring to talk to you, to try to touch you. It puts him on alert.

And not only that.

His brow furrows as he realizes that your gesture is tense and uncomfortable, perhaps the conversation is dragging on too long for your liking, but you don't know how to dodge it. He puts his phone in his pocket and walks over to you, with a very slight gesture you detect him.

"Excuse me, can you charge me?" he asks and you nod, finally dodging the conversation to prepare Norman's bill. The other man's eyes follow you and he has to make an effort not to hit him.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" The man says to Norman. "The food's not bad, but certainly the service is the best." He says loud enough so you can hear it too.

"Yeah, you're right." Norman comments and hands you the money on his tab. "See you at home, honey." He says looking at you with intensity, you feel your cheeks burn.

"S-sure, babe, I'll call you to come get me later."

"Of course." He nods and his gaze then bores into the man who has suddenly lost the color in his face, but Norman doesn't say anything, just gives him a gentle slap on the back and walks out of there to go straight to his bike.

You have to admit that after Norman intervened, that customer has never spoken to you again, only to order some more coffee and to pay his bill. That's all. You don't need him to defend you, you've been working there for many years, you know how to deal with this kind of situations, but you have to admit that his intervention has been a relief and you didn't have to be too rough with the customer, so you appreciate it.

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The night shift is coming to an end, it's almost six in the morning and your partner is parking the car in front of the restaurant so you let out a groan of relief feeling that your body is completely stiff from all the work time. The shift is over, but in addition, you are now going to have several days off, Ross is not happy, but you have been working non-stop for weeks due to the intense work and now it is your turn to rest.

And that's what you plan to do.

"Mandy, we're leaving!" you warn your partner entering the kitchen, taking off your apron. "Zack and Lee are coming."

"Finally, the nights before rest days take forever for me, dammit!" She protests.

"You're telling me." You nod rubbing the back of your neck feeling the tension in your shoulders. "I'm going to sleep until it hurts."

"Oh yeah, but if you ever want to get out of the house and look like a normal person..."

"Don't worry, I'll call you." You joke and smile as your companions enter the kitchen. "Good morning, guys."

"Come on, leave now, you're free at last, until next week." Zack jokes fondly and you give each other a warm hug. "Any warnings?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Some guy's been coming around bothering her these days." Mandy says and you look at her widening your eyes. "Maybe he'll keep showing up these days, you'll find out." She informs them, Zack frowns at that.

"Some guy stalks you?"

"It's nothing like that, it was just a misunderstanding." You quickly shake your head and try to defuse the situation. You and Zack had your history years ago, you're good friends now and you can even feel him as supportive, but sometimes he's still too overprotective and jealous and you don't like that.

You say goodbye to them once again leaving the kitchen, you say goodbye to Ross too who has finally deigned to leave his office, only to remind you that you have a week off, that the following Monday he wants to see you there first thing in the morning, without fail. You ignore his words leaving the restaurant, really your whole body screams for sleep at once, it will cost you horrors to recover the hours of sleep, the habit of sleeping at night and working during the day, but it's worth it. You say goodbye to Mandy with another hug and promising that you won't stay cooped up at home all week and you adjust your bag, taking the street that leads to your house. You're reaching the end of the street when you see him leaning on his bike.

Okay, fine, that's not funny anymore.

"I just defended you in front of my coworkers because they think you're a pervert. You're making it very difficult for me, Norman." You bark, crossing your arms.

"I know, I'm sorry." He quickly apologizes, trying to ignore how good his name sounds in your mouth. He has an excuse for being there, a good one. He really does. "I have to go to work, remember? The pictures from last night." He explains. "Plus I wanted to see that you were okay, that guy over there wasn't bothering you." He adds, your brow furrows even more.

"You've been here all night, spying on me?"

"No! No! God, yes, that sounded terrible, no. I just got here." He promises you. "I stayed here because I didn't want to inconvenience you, I didn't know you'd come this way." He admits truthfully, scratching the back of his neck, looking for some way to control the nerves that are creeping up on him. He had promised himself to go slowly, to be patient, but still there he is, making you uncomfortable again.

"I appreciate you helping me with that guy yesterday, but I'm an adult, you know, I can defend myself, I carry pepper spray if things get too rough, too, so I don't need you hanging around, watching every step I take. It's creepy."

"Sorry..." he repeats once more, a defeated sigh escapes his mouth and you feel a little bad, maybe you've been too harsh. "I'm not normally like this, I'm not the most talkative guy in the world either, but I'm not a stalker either..."

"It's okay, just stop doing it." You ask shaking your shoulders. "If you're really trying to impress someone, find something else, that's all you're doing is scaring..." You tell him sincerely. "And if you don't mind, I need to go home now, I'm exhausted."

"Sure... Do you want a ride? It's too cold to walk..."

"No offense, Norman, but I'm not going to show you where I live." You look at him intensely and he averts his gaze again.

"Of course, you're absolutely right..." He clears his throat, but tries again. "Maybe tonight I'll stop by for a coffee and a sandwich... work a little... if that's okay with you." He fumbles the situation, waiting for your response, you shrug.

"Sure, no problem. Good night." You say goodbye and walk away.

That you won't be there that night is a detail he doesn't need to know.

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To be Continued...

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I started this story time ago, like two moth or so, but I didn't continued it because the story didn't tell me nothing new... I'll keep writing it when the ideas come up to my mind like this time.

Hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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All of you

Lena Luthor x Fem. Reader

Request - Anonymous

Warnings: Angst, homophobic comments, self hatred, negative comments and thoughts. 

Notes: Hey Guys! How are you guys doing? So First of all I'm sorry for taking so much time to write and I hope you guys are doing great! My messages and asks box are always open. I think this request has been the easiest but scariest to write and I hope you would like it! It’s a little overwhelming I know but I'm here if you need a friend.

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National City had become your home after you and your family immigrated to the US from Y/H/C. The streets that once looked mysterious now were more than familiar. The library which took your time most of the afternoons. The park that was less than a mile away from your house where you went to find calmness when you could. The small cafe restaurant right around the park where you and your family went to celebrate sometimes when your parents could afford it. The small music store in which you spent your summers working and studying during your high school years. Everything was familiar, was safe and it didn't change with time. 

You appreciated your family, you loved them and you couldn't be more grateful for them but there were times that you wish you understood them. Every day your parents had been putting pressure on your shoulders that sometimes was too hard to manage, there were comments of how you needed to look, how you needed to be, what you needed to be, and more. You kept quiet as both of your parents recited every day what was wrong with you and what needed to change.

With the passing of the years you learned to keep quiet and just go with whatever they were saying, it was easier. Easier to explain to them why you wouldn't want things, or why you would feel a certain way. And with two parents constantly reminding you how you need it to be to fit in society, you learned to keep quiet. 

There were contradicting things, and comments that made you wonder about your life with them. Things like ‘We came here for you, we had a built life in our country but we wanted you to be better, small jokes about the LGBT community jokes about people with different weight and more. They would comment on what you were wearing, what you had done with your hair, why you wouldn't put makeup on, why you wouldn't hang out like the other kids, everything had always a small comment and you learned to live with it. 

Sometimes you wished you would say something, as you cried in your bedroom until you couldn't more. You looked at the mirror and saw all of those imperfections that they had remarked, and you hated it. You hated the fact that you stood in front of a mirror and every single time there was a self-hatred coming from you.

You hated that you didn't look like they wanted as much as you tried. You hated that you weren't comfortable with everything you did even though they said that it was going to make you feel sure of yourself. You hated the fact that you couldn't go an hour, feeling like the best you could without having a comment on how you looked. How it wasn't appropriate for society, how you looked like a shadow, a scared child, someone who doesn't take care of themselves, how you just looked unpleasant even if you tried your best. 

The black combat boots you had been longing for so long had finally found a way in your feet, after months of doubts and saving you had finally got them. You moved your feet as you sat in the car on the way to the restaurant with your family since a friend of your parents was in town. 

A smile on your face as you check your outfit, a grey crew neck knitted with black mom jeans, and your small cross-body purse on your right shoulder. Without noticing you guys had arrived at the restaurant. You got out of the car, like the moon and the stars brighten the night, looking up smiling, you registered that it was the first night out your family had made a comment about how you look, and with victory, you started to walk to the sidewalk beside your family. 

Your father looked up from his phone and eyed you from head to tone in a questionable glance, before sighing as he rubbed his temples. “Y/N, you look like a homeless person. Couldn't you at least find something good to wear in that closet of yours? We are dining with the O’mells, couldn't you at least look presentable ”

“Yeah, little sis looks like princess Fiona. All ugly” Your older brother joked as he laughed loudly, hitting you in the shoulder. Your bit the inside of your mouth as the insecurities started to come into your thoughts. Rubbing your shoulder carefully because of the impact.

Your younger brother interrupted, before both of the guys started to laugh. You looked down at your shoes, as you felt a tear ran through your cheek quickly cleaning it as you heard your father clearing his throat. “Don't get me started on the horrendous shoes, what are you a lesbian?”

“You have five minutes to look presentable, put on makeup so you don't look like a zombie, and next time you are not entering with us if you don't look like the lady you should be.” He said before opening the door of the restaurant as your mother gave you the keys to the car.

“Yes sir, I will. I’m sorry, so sorry” You responded immediately only to be ignored by them. You breathed in and out as you felt the need to let the tears fall but keep quiet looking at the car window as your reflection came across it. 

Your head was so involved in your insecurities that you see the young black-haired woman that had been standing a few meters from you watching the scene unsolved.

Lena stood there captivated by you the moment you had gotten out of the car, completely forgetting the fact that she had called over a taxi. Clenching her jaw as she saw the way your family had basically shamed you. She waited until they had left and walked to where you stood in front of the car window. 

Your Y/E/C eyes staring back at yourself lost in your head. Your hands held the car keys strongly, as a way to control your insecurities. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over your face, tears invading your eyes.

She slowly approached you before touching your shoulder softly. You flinched as she did, and turned around immediately with a concerned expression on your face. Your eyes looked down apologizing only for two green eyes to be looking right at you. 

Her black hair falling on her shoulder, a green tucked-in shirt, and a concerned expression hidden behind the charming smile of the woman. Immediately speaking as she kept eye contact. “Hi, I’m Lena”

“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” You responded introverted after a second with fidgeting hands.

“Lovely name, for a charming person” She stated flirtatiously with a smile. You looked at the green-eyed woman confused, the older woman tilted her head as you immediately looked behind you curiously because of her comment. 

Noticing Lena’s expression you pointed at yourself, and the woman seemed to understand perfectly, nodding rapidly with a smile on her face before speaking. “You are quite lovely, and I would love to offer you dinner if you want tomorrow?”

“I-” You started as your insecurities flowed in. You were looking at the black-haired woman apologetically, only to stop as you looked over to the window to see your family on one of the tables smiling and laughing with the O’mells. 

Looking away from them, you looked down and back up. Glancing at her before finishing talking as fast as you could, letting out a sigh which converted into a small smile when the green-eyed woman laughed as she put her hand out, asking for your phone. “Yeah, I would love to”

“Okay then. Here is my number darling. See you tomorrow at 7 here then.” She stated rapidly as her hand lingered on your phone, while you annotated your number on her phone. 

A taxi stopped in front of the restaurant making the black-haired look away from you as she sighed. Lena walked closer leaving a small kiss on the palm of your hand before walking away. A redness crept on your cheeks as she did, making you look at the ground. 

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Ten months, ten great months. With hidden moments that made your heart flutter every time. Kisses that grounded you, comments that made you blush furiously, cuddles after hard days, dates that you wished to be never-ending, and moments that you cherish every second of it. Your insecurities and fears were forgotten by the comments Lena made, only coming out on small moments that were inevitable, moments when you felt the self-hatred coming back, moments where you loved everything except yourself. 

The soft smell of plumerias invaded your nose as you sat in the university library, books surrounding your table as you studied with handwriting on the notebook and the other rubbing your temple while reading through the book in front of you. 

You kept studying until a soft hand touched your waist softly, immediately you moved away looking at the person weirdly ready to argue with the person only to find your girlfriend in her business attire. The bouquet was full of plumerias on one of her hands and a large bag of food on the other hand with a charming smile on her face as she sat next to you.

Your face lightened up speaking and immediately blushed when she reached for your cheek leaving a small peak on it, trying to remove the evident red mark on your cheek she rubbed it softly with her hands. “Babe! What are you doing here?”

“Hello, love. I wanted to see you, plus I knew you weren’t gonna eat anything because of your research project and I miss you” She responded immediately smiling widely.  

You tilted your head before shaking your head carefully looking at her before looking down to the carpet floor as you responded. “I miss you too, you didn’t have to come all the way here. You are a busy woman Lee, I’m not supposed to waste your time-”

“Darling, don't ever doubt that you are wasting my time. To me it's the best and most important part of my day is when I'm with you” She interrupted bringing your face up with her finger, closing the distance between the two of you immediately with a short breathtaking kiss. With your cheeks burning red, the two of you rested your foreheads with each other as she spoke softly looking at you as if you were the most precious thing on the planet, and with that glint in her eyes, she made you believe it. 

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The different laughs are heard on the balcony as the rest of Lena’s friends and somewhat your friends sat on the living room floor. Screaming, laughing, eating, and competing in another game night. You stand on the balcony with a wine cup and your phone answering the text your dad had sent you. Your dry and immediate response was already answered with a goodbye. Your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you hesitated and typed the wanted message only to remove it immediately as you took every last drop of the wine on your glass. 

Staring at the lighted city, you wondered. You wondered if you were finally ready, you wondered if the feeling of happiness and butterflies in your chest would ever become pain again, you wondered if what your family had said over the years was true, you wondered if Lena would ever get tired of you, if she would wake up one day and realize the butterflies she once had for you were now gone, you wondered until you felt the familiar presence of your girlfriend hugging you from behind. 

She murmured into your neck, as she rested her chin on your shoulder. Your scented shampoo and fragrance filling her nose makes her leave small kisses on your cheek while speaking “Are you okay?”

“I want to tell my parents, Lee” You immediately admitted turning around meeting the sight of your girlfriend. Her hair was down with small waves on the end, her oversized button-up shirt you usually wore in her apartment with rolled sleeves and some of the bottoms completely open revealing some of her freckles on her cleavage.

A sincere look of confusion, worries, and happiness on her face. Grabbing both of your hands delicately she spoke when you kept silent and started to fidget with your fingers. Rubbing the palm of your hand softly as she spoke. “Y/N, love, are you sure? Whatever you want to do, whenever, and however. I'm always going to be by your side”

When the words came out of her mouth, she didn't hesitate to bring you into a warm embrace, holding you close by the waist as you rested your head on her shoulder. The two of you swaying slowly at the sound of the music Kara had put on the TV while you spoke softly looking up to kiss her only to be interrupted by a yelling voice. “Thank you-” 

“You took my potsticker! Lena, Alex took my potsticker!” Kara yelled, glaring at Alex. Alex kept her challenging stance glaring at her sister, Sam, and Lucy choking down the laugh as the Danvers Sisters kept up. 

“You ate mine! Y/N come and defend my honor, your best friend's honor” Alex shouted desperately, making you laugh as you looked at Lena, seeing her chuckled before walking inside separating the two when she took the other box of potstickers out of the refrigerator, both of them running to the kitchen to either side of the black-haired woman.

You laughed as you saw Lena scold your best friend and her best friend, making them walk back to the sofa giving the potstickers to Sam and Lucy and leaving some for you and her. The Danvers duo sitting on the floor as they started to shuffle the cards quietly, pouting making everyone else laughed with you. 

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The silence that overwhelmed the car made your heart rate somewhat faster, thoughts, possibilities, doubts, and insecurities running through your head. As your now white knuckles were gripping the steering wheel. The sunlight of the afternoon made the pressure increase, the smell of the variety of pastries on the back of your girlfriend's car

Lena watched you worried as you sat quietly. It had been half an hour since you guys had arrived and there wasn't any movement from you, she wouldn't even know if you were breathing if your chest wouldn't move when you did. Worried now as she feared you hurting yourself, mentally. She decided to speak up softly putting her hands on top of yours which immediately softened in her hands. “Y/N/N, if you don’t-”

“I do, I'm ready” You pleaded while looking over at her, meeting her careful glance.

She responded, giving a small kiss on the cheek as you grabbed the pastries. Making you nod slowly as you got out of the car. “Okay, love. I'm right here by your side”

As you knocked on the door, the nerves that were once quiet now were rigging in your ears loudly. Your little brother opened the door and went to say something only to stop when his gaze fell on Lena, immediately accommodating his posture before opening the door completely with a smile on his face, to which Lena responded with another smile.

“Hey Jo, it's everyone here?” You asked for his attention only making him scoff, you shifted uncomfortably in your feet. A small voice in your head repeating the name again and again like a song as you stepped to the side.

He answered before extending his hand to your girlfriend. Lena looked at him weirdly, controlling her feelings when the 16-year-old kid called you that but kept the fake smile for your sake. “Yeah, but aren't you gonna present your charming friend? Thought you were better than that Fiona”

“I’m Joseph, you can call me anytime” He flirted with the green-eyed woman only to be ignored completely. 

She claimed following your glance at the pictures on the wall. Various family photos on them and also photos of your brothers with awards and trophies and only a few of them of you. “Lena”

“Y/N is here and she brought company!” Your older brother yelled as you stood in the middle of the living room, Lena by your side. 

Lena looked around as the two of you stood waiting for your parents, the house was completely clean, without a spot of dust in any place. Pillows, blankets, photos, books, and everything was perfectly placed, at first it seemed comfortable, cozy, and homey until she realized the fact that it looked too perfect. To perfect to be happy, to perfect to be comfortable, to perfect to make mistakes, to perfect to be yourself.

Your older brother was sitting on one of the edges of the couch with his phone in hand, glancing at Lena flirtatiously as she stood by your side. Your younger brother was leaning against the door frame texting when your parents came out of the kitchen. 

They looked at you curiously before speaking. Your Dad immediately commented on what you were wearing before extending his hand to take Lena’s. You gulped down when Lena looked at you when you kept quiet only responding as respectfully as she could.  “Couldn’t you at least look presentable?... Welcome to our home, I’m Y/F/N”

“Lena, Lena Luthor” She responded respectfully, shaking his hand and giving your mother a small smile. 

Your older brother, Nick, questioned as he looked at you up and down, rolling his eyes right before glancing at Lena flirting “And how in the world did Scar score to be Lena Luthor’s friend?

Lena looked at you shocked when you kept quiet and avoided her glance. She was about to counter back a response only to be stopped by the sound of your voice.

Clear worry and fear in it. You fidget with your hands after you set the box of pastries aside hearing your mom commenting “Yeah, darling put those there before you look like all of those people on the TV, horrendous” 

Lena clenched her fist and kept her head high, her expression slowly with each comment changing into her CEO character. Tensed muscles, head high, fake plastered smiles, and the confidence like she had the whole world in her hands. Even though her whole world was standing less than a foot away from her.

“I wanted to tell you guys something,” You said, taking a step towards them. All of your family watching curiously.

“I’m Y/S/T and she is my girlfriend, Lena” you continued as Lena took your hand for support. Your breathing had gotten quicker and the tears of fear in your eyes were evident, with a trembling lip as you spoke.

“That’s a good joke” Your younger brother responded letting out a small laugh while the rest of your family kept silent looking between you and your girlfriend. 

“Just because you decided to look unpleasant all the time, making no guy ever attracted to you so you know decided to be with a woman” Your father was the first one to get out of the trance scoffing in annoyance and anger. 

Your mother gasped yelling, with anger in her voice. “It’s a sin, Y/N!”

“It's a sin, Y/N. We are Christians just because you're immature and hideous and nobody is attracted to you, means you are going to break the rules, young lady” Your father claimed getting closer to you with a demanding voice, his finger pointing at you threat making you take a step back.

You pleaded to take a shaky step closer to him, only to immediately flinch as he screamed angrily. “Dad, plea-”

“NO! Absolutely no! We are not going to accept your idiotic tactics, just because you can't find someone to love you! Newsflash Y/N, like that you won't ever!” He screamed angrily, taking a step closer, making Lena step in with her CEO stand in front of you grabbing your family’s attention. 

Tears came slowly out of our eyes as you looked down, biting your lip to keep the soft whimpers and sobs that were coming out. Your dad eyed the black-haired woman up and down before stepping back letting out a sarcastic laugh, making your girlfriend raise her eyebrow in question to him.

“And her! Do you really believe someone will love you? And will be attracted to you? A woman you know how complicated women are with their taste. You need to get the thought in your head that if you don't change. YOU WON'T EVER FIND LOVE!” He shouted. 

“You have no reason nor sentiment to treat her like that!” Lena claimed as she stepped in front of your father. Clenched fits with white knuckles, a threatening stand, and an intense glare with a clenched jaw containing her anger.

You took a step forward putting a hand in her bicep making her turn around immediately, recognizing the soft touch of your hand. You spoke softly only to be interrupted by your mother’s yelling. “Lee, please. It doesn't matter-”

“Out of my house! NOW! And never ever come back until you change from being an abomination” She yelled as she slapped you, making you gasp before walking out of the door with tears coming down your eyes. 

Lena glanced at them finding pain, hatred, insecurities, and more. The soft makeup you had on your face had become black spots on your face. Your Y/E/C colored eyes were hidden behind the redness. A red evident mark on your face where your mother’s hand had made contact with your skin. Every single detail made her angrier and angrier by second, losing control at the side of you hurting. 

“She is perfect just the way she is, a completely passionate, sweet, kind, emphatic, wonderful, selfless person. And she is so much more of what you guys told her, she is perfect” Lena snapped as she felt the anger take over.

How dare they treat you like that? How dare they tell you those things? How could you stand to all of that? How dared they thought and said things like that of you? How couldn't they see the amazing human you were?

“This is my house-” Your father started as he looked at her angrier with a challenging look on his face in which your girlfriend returned.

She said, taking a step back, raging herself soothing her black dress. “It may be your house but first I will have to be dead for you or anyone else to treat the person who is my whole world like that” 

“You know, you guys may think she is a complete mistake, abomination, and more but she is perfect, she is the person I fall in love with every single minute more and more. You guys are the ones losing the greatest thing in your life, I feel sorry for you but the truth is you don't deserve, hell I don't even deserve her. Have a great day and I think it's a little over the top but if any of you tries to reach Y/N just to be like that then I can sure I will make your life a living hell” She finished letting out a smile of satisfaction when all of them clenched their jaws and kept quiet before walking out. Leaving your family madly quiet in the living room.

Your knees were high and pressed into your chest as the furiously streams of tears came down. Somehow the smell of Lena in the car calmed you, the sweet smell of mint and lavender invaded your nose. The only sound you could hear was your heavy breathing. The passenger leather seat felt uncomfortable, the salted flavor of your tears on your lips as you cried, everything felt wrong as the thoughts and insecurities run through your head.

Everything they said was true.

You are an abomination, nothing and no one will love you.

So full of imperfections, so full of horrible things, full of-

“Love? I need you to breathe with me. In and out, darling please” You heard her pleaded as she grabbed your hand, noticing the way everything felt too close, too overwhelming, too bad. 

Lena kept stroking your back as she kept your hand close to her chest making you feel the way her chest rises and falls trying to make you follow it. Your eyes kept staring at her hand with yours as your sobs started to calm down, and everything began to zoom out. In a blinking moment, you stumbled into your girlfriend's arms, holding her tight, hiding in her chest making Lena hold you as close as she could trying to keep her own tears out when she saw how hurt you were. With her reassuring and words, the minutes passed slower than usual.

“I’m sorry” You murmured repeatedly into her neck, as she started to stroke your hair. When tears began to fall again from your eyes. 

She didn't wait for another second to bring your face to rest on her forehead, both of you sharing an Eskimo kiss. The closest, the comfort of it brought you happiness and butterflies in your stomach which were abruptly kicked out when the thought of what your family said came back to you.

You pulled away meeting green tearful eyes, which made your heartbreak more. The voice in your head telling you it was all your fault, that she wouldn't want you anymore or that she ever wanted you because your family had opened her eyes to what you truly were. With a shaky and broken voice, you commented fearfully as you glanced back to her eyes and your trembling hands. Scared of what was going to happen next, scared of everything as you tried to hold on to the happiness she had made but you knew the moment, Lena would say the words. You will break in million pieces, beyond repair and everything would feel worse than it was before because you had met your sun and without it, the night would remain constantly reminding you of her  “It’s okay if you don’t want me anymore, I know what they said it's true-”

“Y/N, what they said wasn't true. You are far away from what they said you are perfect and wonderful and I don't know how they can see you like that because all I can see is my whole world, the love of my life, my person” She interrupted cleaning your tears with her thumbs as she grabbed your face by the cheeks bringing you closer to her slowly. 

Holding you like if you were glass, afraid of breaking it, afraid of losing it or damaging it because to her you were the best thing in her life and she wasn't going to let you go. It was the moment your eyes met, when you saw, heard, and felt everything. There was an understanding of what the two of you meant, all the love, all the happiness, and the pain, everything was there standing freely in silence. 

In a silence that made you believe it, she made you believe every word, every action, and the love and comfort which radiated out of her expression made you forget everything. The comforting and loving silence was more than enough to let everything behind, to dream of the desired future you both wanted. It was perfect, you wouldn't change a thing of what you were feeling or what had happened because everything led to that moment, the moment you knew you were going to be okay, the moment you realize that for the first time in your life you felt like enough, the first moment in your life you called something that was part of you perfect. The happiest moment of your life for now.

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Hey! I hope I'm not bothering you, I just found your blog and I love it sm, and I saw you sometimes do cherik fic recs. Do you have any Canon divergence aus/fix it, preferably after Cuba, that are 30k or longer and have a happy ending? If not thats okay! You don't have to answer this. Have a wonderful day!

Hi anon, thank you so much. I’m happy you both like my blog and my recs. You are certainly not bothering me, and feel free to send me an ask any time. I have plenty of recommendations for you. Some of them diverge a bit from your request because I couldn’t help but recommend them as well. I will put a note on those who diverge from your request. As always, I only recommend fics I have personally read and enjoyed and I sincerely you love them too.

-Canon divergence aus/fix it, post Cuba, 30k or longer, with a happy ending cherik fic recs-

Not Half As Blinding- keire_ke

Summary: Cuban beach AU. Charles discovers that death does, in fact, solve everything.

Lay down beside me (so still and so soft) – C-Gracewood

Summary: A different take on the events of the film.

Rumor Has It – blueink3

Summary: "Did I hear the doorbell earlier?"

"Yeah, but I'd steer clear if I were you. It seemed a little tense. I don't know what's going on, but there's a kid out there who looks freakily like the prof."

Nearly six months after Cuba, Charles' life is turned upside down for the second time. Though he's slowly learning to adapt to the first, he's not sure he can handle the second. Luckily for him, there are a few people out there more than willing to help.

Forward Momentum – AsYouWish

Summary: Six months after Cuba, Charles and Erik find themselves thrown fifty years into the future, where they meet their older selves, the Avengers, and a world that's very different from their own. Faced with the pieces of their broken relationship, an unparalleled adversary, and dealing with Tony Stark on a daily basis, Charles and Erik do their best to adapt while trying to find a way back home -- and to each other.

When an Unstoppable Force Meets an Immovable Optimist – ToriTC198

Summary: "You are always trying to save me, Charles." Erik mused aloud. "Ever since you dove into the ocean and dragged me out. Did it ever occur to you that I might not be worth saving?"

A genuine smile broke out on Charles' face as he brightly answered, "No, my friend, not once. I have every confidence you are well worth saving. But, I never truly believed I could save you. You are not the sort of man who someone saves. The choice to be a better man has always been yours to make and I hold no illusions that I can make that decision for you. I simply have faith that one day you will save yourself. I only hope I am still at your side to witness it."

What if Erik and Charles had been able to find a middle ground in the end?

Take the First Option – ShowMeAHero

Summary: When Erik becomes unbalanced, Emma presents him with three options: go back to Charles for three months and learn to deal with whatever he has going have going on, lose his Brotherhood, or let Emma control his mind.

He really only has one choice.

Virtue to Which We Aspire – varlovian

Summary: Nine months after Cuba, Charles is found by Erik's Brotherhood in the smoldering ruins of an abandoned CIA base, exhausted but alive. As the only known survivor of the CIA's vendetta against mutants, recovering Charles' memory of the incident—which he admits to having forgotten—just became paramount.

But the harder they push, the closer Charles gets to breaking point. When he finally cracks, the X-Men and the Brotherhood will learn the truth, but it comes with a price...

Some doors, once opened, cannot be closed.

Some minds, once broken, will never be the same again.

The Waking of the Red King – rustingroses

Summary: When Charles' heavy injuries on the Cuban beach conspire to leave him in a coma and living in fantasy of his own making, Erik, the man who once threatened to divide the mutant cause, finds himself desperately trying to hold everything together. First of the Red King trilogy.

Wake Up and Smell the Pancakes –  Ayra Sei Ethari

Summary: In one universe, Erik left Charles. In another, he stayed. So what happens when the two Eriks get switched? "At first, Erik thinks he's dreaming. Then he realizes that this is Charles. Who is not paralyzed. And kissing him.

Rage and Serenity – MagickMaker, TheFangedGoblin

Summary: After Charles is shot on the beach, he is rushed to the hospital and paralysis is prevented. Ridden with guilt, Erik finds that he cannot leave him. He helps him heal, and eventually, Charles learns to trust him again. But when they set out to rescue Emma from the CIA and accept her onto their team, tensions rise. Will love keep Erik and Charles together despite their differences?

No Yesterdays on the Road – pocky_slash

Summary: It's been two months since Cuba and things are settling down for Charles, Erik, and the beginnings of their mutant school. Right up until Charles disappears, that is. Faced with the possibility that a bitter Emma Frost has kidnapped Charles, Erik is forced to team up with Moira to hunt down the remainder of the Hellfire Club. From there, they hope to locate Frost and retrieve Charles, without killing each other along the way.

(Or: Erik and Moira Drive Across the Country and Talk About Their Feelings.)

What Can We Do Without You? – SwoopSwoop

Summary: Charles and the boys were holding onto a secret more dear to them than their own lives when Charles disappears into the night; Erik is betrayed and finds himself returning to Westchester in the hopes that the government was just trying to trick him. All the while the boys are stuck in the middle, left guarding the secret from the man they are most afraid of finding out who is weaselling his way back into their lives alarmingly easily.

Note: Includes Mpreg, but don’t let that discourage you from reading it because it’s a really great fix-it.

Survival Instinct – Lindstorm

Summary: It’s been months since Charles pulled Erik out of the ocean, and Erik is beginning to wonder how many more times he can choose Charles, and still keep his vow to kill Shaw. Cooperating with the CIA is straining Erik’s patience. When a fact-gathering mission goes wrong and Charles is kidnapped, Erik is left trying to hold their mutant band together while Raven and the rest of them fall apart. No one can foresee how the mutant Charles meets in captivity will challenge all his assumptions about his own power, and twist Charles’ telepathy out of his control. In the race to stop Shaw's nuclear ambitions from coming to fruition, Charles makes a crucial misstep. Erik’s decision between Shaw and Charles takes on unexpected ramifications when [spoiler deleted].

Needles (Series) – Skull_Bearer

Summary: AU where everyone's born Dominant or Submissive

Once a Dominant and Submissive pair is born, they are linked to each other, no matter how far apart they are. This link doesn't actually tell the Dom or the Sub each other's thoughts, but it does allow them to know how the other's doing and serves as a reassurance that there's someone meant for them out there.

Another one of the reasons that Erik hates Shaw so badly is because Shaw managed to break Erik's link to his Sub. Now Erik doesn't even know if his Sub's alive because breaking a link like that can kill a Submissive.

Meanwhile, Charles hates himself for not yet having telepathy strong enough to contact and help his Dom, especially after feeling the pain his Dom was forced to go through. He truly believes that his Dominant is dead. Hopes it, some nights when he remembers how his Dom was forced to suffer. It's better than to think of his Dom still being forced to bear that pain.

And then Charles pulls Erik from the water

Time to Grow – zarah5

Summary: In which you'll find chess dates which aren't dates (or maybe Charles is wrong about that). -- Based on First Class, this turns (slightly) AU during the beach scene.

Note: This fic is less than 30k words but it’s such a fandom classic and just a great read if you love your fix-its.

Faults for Fixing – beren

Summary: Charles sees the events of the missile crisis and subsequent weeks when he uses Cerebro to touch the mind of a mutant with the power to see the near future. When he wakes up he is determined that he will not allow them to happen and he will not lose the people he loves.

Note: A bit less than 30k words long but another great read.

It’s like one of us woke up – kaydeefalls

Summary: "You came here for me," Charles said, meeting Shaw's gaze levelly. "So let's not waste any more time."

Canon!AU in which Charles and Erik do find Shaw in Russia.

Note: XMFC fix it, but the events in Cuba don’t happen. 

Afterlife – Anna (arctic_grey)

Summary: A year after Washington, Erik wakes up in excruciating pain as sudden awareness washes over him: Charles is dead. Erik has to adjust to yet another future: no extinction, just a world without Charles. But the death of his former friend leaves Erik weak and his powers drained. His quest for answers leads him back to Westchester, where Erik has to face his past with Charles and put together the puzzle pieces of what happened to the man he once cared for.

The Burdens We Long to Carry – arcapelago (arcanewinter)

Summary: When mutant-supporter and ally President Kennedy is assassinated and all pro-mutant progress is dismantled, Charles is no longer so confident that he's on the right side, and extends his hand to Erik after a year of animosity. They settle tentatively into their old partnership, but not everything is the same as it was--and not everything can be. When Hank develops a metal frame to move the lower half of Charles' body for him if he wants it, Erik offers the use of his mind and his ability in order to make it work. Both find out what they're willing to do for each other, and neither knows if it'll be enough to keep them together.

Other Futures Than These – midrashic

Summary: In which Cuba doesn't break them apart, but that doesn't mean that their futures are tied together. (Except that it does.)

A Days of Future Past AU where only one person can defeat the Sentinels and save the future: the man whose imprisonment and torture created them, and Charles Xavier's ex.

The Winter of Banked Fires – Yahtzee

Summary: Charles Xavier has returned from the dead -- but is lost within his own mind. Rogue has cast aside her own power and doesn't know where she fits in the world any longer. The production of synthetic Cure means mutantkind itself is newly at risk. And Magneto, turned human against his will, is in despair until the day he feels a familiar consciousness tugging at his own --

Set after X-3 (with much desperate fix-it applied), during XMFC, and every time in between.

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[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hello hello! Here’s my POCuties collab piece for Valentine’s Day. Even though today sometimes makes me feel unloved please know everyone is deserving of love and even if you don’t have someone this year, you can have me! I love you and so do your favs okay? (✿◠‿◠) ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : none! Just very sweet (a bit of the reader feeling like a burden to tamaki so a touch of sadness here and there)

Word count : 2.1k

Paring(s) : Tamaki Amajiki x F! Reader (fem pronouns)

Enjoy ♡

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Forever // T. Amajiki

Being with Tamaki for a few years taught his lover a lot. She saw more sides of him than most, and it made her heart swell to see the usually quiet boy happy and determined when he accomplished something he was trying for or when he was down she knew just how to cheer him up.

As the day drew on she realised just how much she loved him and how much she wished for him to be home, to give him a big kiss as he came through the door, knowing that his day was long, plagued with paperwork and patrols. Hearing the door open she saw her tall boyfriend enter, hood over his eyes as he let out a sigh, stretching as he felt his body being encased by his girlfriend “Hello butterfly how was your day” His low voice spoke out as she gave him a bright smile “It was nice heaving the day off but i missed you Tama” she pouted as he gave her a chuckle, kissing her forehead “I missed you too, the office was a bore without my adorable secretary” Moving into their shared apartment Tamaki saw food already laid out in front of him “I ran you some bath water too” [ ] called out as she rounded the wall separating the kitchen and living room “Y-you didn't have to do that love im-” A finger silenced his pleas “Let me take care of you okay? You need your rest and i didnt want you to worry about anything coming home except relaxing and cuddling with me okay?” [ ] said as she stood on her tippy toes, kissing the top of his cheek “Tamaki Amajiki we have been doing this for years, won't you please let me love you without trying to outdo me ; you deserve it, you're a wonderful hero, you're my hero and eventually...you'll be our family hero..once we have one..” She trailed off as he stared at her, watching a sadden face appear over her features. Shaking it off as soon as it had appeared she gave him another smile “Its alright. There's no rush, i'm here for the long haul , me and you okay?” she said as she let his face go , heading to the couch “Now go go, hurry up before the food gets cold.” She teased as he gave her a soft look, coming over to kiss her cheek “Okay i wont argue butterfly”

These little things stuck with him, her caring ways, cooking for him, cleaning his office while hed be gone, even doing some of his paperwork while he was on parole. He loved her so much and enjoyed all of the little things here and there she did for him. He ddi the same, and each time made her cry, not out of being upset but for how caring he was to her. Bringing her roses, making sure she didnt have to cook if he could help it, spa days and doing more crafts and bonding with her whenever they could. But he realized while she helped him with so much he felt like he struggled. She struggled with her own issues too, similar to his. Sometimes she felt like she wasnt enough, she had her own anxieties and could get in a sup when she felt inadequate, unlovable and unwanted. But to him, to tamaki he loved everything about her, and she was one of the strongest people he knew. He felt motivated and glad to have her as the one he wished to marry , to have kids with, to start a family. But that also broke his heart when the topic came up she did usually didnt talk much about it, happily making plans but going back on them by saying ‘if i was a good mother’ She didnt want to dissapoint their future kids, didnt want to be a lacking mother or wife. As usual Tamaki came home, but htis time he went past the wonderful smelling food in the kitchen and to their bedroom, his cute girlfriend wrapped up in a blanket “How are you feeling butterfly?” He asked as she gave him a smile, reaching over to hug him “Im oaky! Just a bit overwhelmed is all, im sorry i passed out during the meeting..” She said as she gave him a hurt look before continuing “I shouldve tried harder to stay and present with you i-” Before she could finish he gave her a kiss, stopping her words “You needed rest. Im still surprised you got up to cook, did you at least take a nap love?” He asked as she shook her head , causing him to smile “Good. i love you butterfly and i woudnt change that for the world” he said as she smiled, giving him a hug “I’d hope so” She giggled as he pouted “Never doubt my love for you [ ], no matter what im gonna be here, i promise okay?” he said as she nuzzled the boy, kissing his nose “ And i for you Tamaki”

February came in , the happy couple had started up to take more time off to do more things and enjoy eachothers presence in the month of love. As the days went by Tamaki noticed [ ] was having odd days. From sleeping long hours of the day to just crying randomly, he knee something was wrong. Coming from the store he heard sobbing from their bathroom. Terrified , he tried to enter only feeling the door being locked “[ ] baby whats wrong? Can i come in?” with no response he nervously knocked again. “[ ] please...whats wrong” He pleaded as the door unclicked, showing his still beautiful but tear stained cheeked girl. “T-tama..” She cried as she just jumped into his arms, scaring the indigo haired boy “Baby are you okay?” he asked as she took in a breath before smiling sadly “Y-yeah i am..” She said as he picked her up, taking them into the living room. “I love you..and whatever is making you feel like this..if i can help let me okay?” Tamaki said as [ ] shook her head, placing it into his shoulder as they fell asleep.

Every day from her breakdown Tamaki came to her office with a rose, ate lunch with her and made sure she was hydrated and well. Once the week of valentines day came up, he had his plan set in motion. He had their schedules fixed, the week off for themselves as they did different things. A spa day the first day, a picnic the next, shopping at an expensive store for clothes. Then an art day where they drew (or tried to ) eachother and made art fro and about the other. Once the day of Valentines came however, it was different. It started with them taking a shower together, Tamaki cooking breakfast in bead for [ ] as they talked through the morning. Tamaki told her the outfits they ha gotten the days prior was for tonight which gave [ ] the jitters. She was excited for what her pro hero boyfriend had instore for them. Once they got to the restaurant all eys were on them. [ ]’s long black dress falttereed tamakis white suit and black bow tie. The two of them sat and started to eat, coversating with some fans who so happend to be around thwm. One was a small girl with wide hopeful eyes. She came to the couple with her mom in toe “Im so sorry to interrupt you two, my daughter wouldnt let mt husband and me rest until she came over to you guys” the wmoan laughed, causing bothe members to smile “Hello there how are you?” Tamaki asked the girl as she stepped from behind her mother “ H-hi my name is Shiemi a-and i really like you suneater!” The small girl said , causing [ ] , Tamaki and her mom to smile “Why thank you Shiemi, i hope im a good hero for you” Tamaki responded as the little girl shook her head “The best! Youre so cool. A-and your wife is pretty like mama! I like you dress miss suneater” The girl said , causing [ ] to stutter as she sipped her water “O-oh why thank you Shiemi but Im-” before she could continue she saw her boyfriend give the woman and her daughter a wide smile “She is, inst she?” He said as he turned to [ ] , moving from his chair “Tama what are you-” [ ] asked again as he leaned to the little girls ear , then to the mothers as they both gave him a smile, the woman happily shaking her head as her daughter followed the hero. Confused, [ ] watched as he picked the little girl up, putting her atop of the bar table “Hey everyone! Suneater has an announcement!” she yelled as most people turned around or to the table in the middle of the room, watching and smiling at the energetic child and pro hero “In fact I do, [ ] would you mind standing?” Tamaki asked as she gave him a wide eyed look, standing as he gave her a smile, extending and hand to her as she joined his side

“H-hey guys , as you know um..this si my lovely girlfriend and partner [ ]” He started as she gave everyone in the room a wary smile, her face feeling hot as he continued “ Ive known her for years, and weve been dating for some of those, she's seen me through thick and thin, helped me out in a pinch and made me feel like the strongest man alive, well next to almight…” he whispered as some of the people laughed, more paying them attention “And through all of this….i could think of a more beautiful and right person to spend the rest of my life with” And with the the young child handed the now kneeling man a ring as some whooped and hollered, others recording as both [ ] and the girls mother had tears in their eyes “[ ] [ ], the love of my life, my butterfly, i couldnt think of a more beautiful person inside and out to be with, will you give me the honor and make me the happiest man on this earth to be my wife?” He asked as the ring was revealed, diamond glistening as his own tear filled eyes looked to hers. Thinking her voice would fail her she shook her head yes, causing the room to yell as she had her ring put on her finger , jumping to hug her standing fiance as they hugged and cried, video of the engagement spreading as he thought to himself ‘I can now have my family, my endless love with you my dear butterfly’

As their wedding came , all of their friends and family came, including the new found friends of the young Shiemi and her parents. The ceremony went though flawlessly, Shiemi being their flower girl as the newlyweds ran down the easel , heading for their limo as they herded for the reception. The family spoke on how happy they were from their marriage, friends giving their comments on how they knew the couple would get married as the couple laughed at some stories and comments about their relationship. The night ended with so much love and joy for the new couple, startint their life together\

Two years went by before valentines day came again, three years to the day he had proposed arrived. Happily and ready to celebrate Tamaki woke up to his wife missing, hearing her fumble in the bathroom. Heading to the room he was shocked to she her in a disarray , eyes foggy as she met his “Tama...i have a surprised” She said as her teras fell down her face. Confused and still a bit tired , he gave her a look as she handed him a blue and while stick. The word pregnant snapped him awake as more tears started to fall, handing him two and three more all with the same small but powerful word “Im..gonna be a dad?” He asked as she smiled, shaking her head as she hugged the trembling girl “T-tama i'm gonna be a mom..what if i'm not good enough…” She sobbed as he cooed her, kissing her lips as his tears fell with hers “You're gonna be great Butterfly, i promise, you're gonna be so so great” He said as his heart swelled feeling her lips against his ‘This...This is forever , a love i wished for...and i couldn't have asked for more of a way to live my life...i love you butterfly’

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Feeling Deeply

Genre: Fluff so much fluff. Arranged Marriage fic.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

A/N: Aaaaaa this is the first fic I'm posting ever ever. It's basically a way to follow the red thread of my desires. OC is named Brishti. She's Indian. She's Bengali & curvy & an introvert. This whole fic is 90% going to be a slow burn fluff fic about two introvert nerds getting to know each other. Seriously there's like hardly any real angst, maybe slight angst about okay when are these two going to bang - if you look very carefully but basically its just slooooow fluuuufff. Hopefully you all like it. Please let me know what you think. Current Chapter: This one is loooong. Remember this is all happening in the 1960s. OC & Namjoon are both really well off first gen immigrants. In this chapter we have our couple coming closer together - talking about some issues they've both had in their lives. Also this is the chapter where you'll get to know one of my favourite Namjoon songs and like why the OC is named what she's named. Also just a reminder because im a bit paranoid - Rim Jhim (referred to as Rim) is our OC Brishti. Its a pet name that's introduced in this chapter. And Namjoon being the wordsmith that he is makes it shorter, with the korean meaning of the word.

Previously in Feeling Deeply: Preface-ish Chapter 1

Chapter 2

And so it went for the next few days, the two of them quietly discovering each other. They were finding out the normal, casual, small things - how he didn’t like mint chocolate, how she loved bitter black coffee. Since both of them worked, they decided to split the chores at home. It worked out great because Namjoon liked to sweep & Brishti loved to do the dishes. They both struggled to cook but they decided to learn how to cook each other’s cuisines. So she was learning how to make kimchi (the green onion one) & he was learning how to prepare daal (the yellow one). They split the rent & decided to create a separate bank account for their savings. Talking about money increased warmth because they discovered that neither valued it excessively.

Slowly, they began talking about things a little more intimate. Meanings of names were revealed. She was impressed that his name meant genius. And he loved that hers meant rain. Pet names were introduced. He called her Rim - an even shorter version of her daak naam Rim Jhim. He told her to call him Joon. She looked away, smiling, then - silently telling him they’re not there yet. What he didn’t tell her was that he was already making up a fairytale about Joon, the genius & Rim, the brilliant jade that makes him so.

They spoke about books the most. Between them, they had half the globe's literature covered. She had read Indian authors & Russian & Spanish ones. He loved Korean authors, Japanese literature & all the Greek Classics. He geeked out about philosophy & poetry while she nerded over nature writing & music. They spoke about how they might take a look at other European writers & musicians together. To that end, Namjoon brought home a book of love poems by Rilke.

He hadn’t told her that he wrote poetry too. He hadn’t mentioned anything because it seemed like an indulgence of the past, poetry. But that night everything changed. After a late dinner, Brishti had asked to read aloud from the book he’d brought. As she read ‘To Music’, Namjoon saw tears float in her eyes. Secretly, something inside him had wept too. And just like that, he knew he would begin writing soon.

Each week the two watched late shows of classic hollywood musicals in a nearby theatre because they’d decided against a tv in their home - opting, instead, for a record player. Meeting for a movie each of the two Fridays they’d spent together so far was an experience both looked forward to - not only for the movie. In the darkness of the movie theatre, they experienced the first glimpses of intimacy. Soft smiles, whispering, silent glances, hands caressing each other. He loved how she laughed with abandon. She loved that he would tear up during the emotional scenes.

Her smile was getting wider, warmer toward him, Namjoon noted everyday. He’d been sleeping separately since their wedding night because he wanted her to feel safe. He was mostly okay with that except if he thought about it… If he thought about a time when he would get to touch her - Namjoon almost felt dizzy with feelings.

This happened the most when he saw her read by the window, he ached to touch her. That was her - Brishti - that was who she was at her core. Reading, running her fingers through her short hair, staring out the window, thinking, looking at clouds & then going back to reading. She was still quiet, but less so. She spoke about the rain and the trees and when she was happiest, he learned, when she really trusted that no one was going to judge her, she spoke about the moon. It had happened twice in the last few days.

He couldn’t stop looking at her. As though that needed reasoning, he thought about it at the office too. It wasn’t the only answer he could come up with but Namjoon had never seen a body like hers. She didn’t seem brittle or delicate, the way most women looked - or were “supposed to look”. She didn’t care what a body is supposed to look like, at least, it seemed that way to him. Brishti’s curves were not subtle. She was short and while almost everyone was shorter than him, Brishti was just… sexily so. She’d do these things… seemingly normal, everyday things but they would quickly, embarrassingly, inspire an arousal in him. Like, that thing she did, when she stretched after waking up or even if she stretched her arms or her neck… for some reason that turned him on so much, he’d have to hide… or excuse himself. His breath hitched, everytime he thought about how he hadn’t still actually seen her body.

Brishti, too, enjoyed looking at him from afar. Sharing, creating a living space with a man was never something she thought she would enjoy. They had exchanged the basic stories of how they had reached each other.

Namjoon had said, “I’d met a couple of women… girls… but they just seemed either plastic or porcelain… you know? I mean, not all of them could have been that but that's how they… presented themselves? You… I saw your photos in a pile that the matchmaker labelled ‘rubbish’”

“What?!”

“Yeah… I’m sorry but it’s actually a compliment to be labelled ‘bad’ by a matchmaker. That’s why I was looking in that pile in the first place… when I heard you wanted to keep working… Honestly I was so relieved...”

She smiled, “At least you got a look at me… I didn’t even know what you looked like till we met. I had no choice at all. A boy had agreed to marry me - despite… me… so that was the end of it. That was the bargain with my brother… otherwise I wouldn’t have been allowed to work either.”

“Wow… I’m so sorry, Rim. That’s really… really unfair.”

“Hmm yeah… I just figured if I can keep earning & the man turns out to be wrong, at least I can leave.”

“That’s… thanks for not leaving...”

Brishti smiled, “I got lucky...”

Namjoon understood, then, that Brishti might be an introvert but that did not mean she was shy. She made him blush & laugh. She made him speak without inhibition. The more time he spent with her, his feelings poured out.

“Thanks… It’s been really nice to share this home with you. Just to have you to talk to… My life was not going that great...” he said.

Brishti nodded, even though she already knew this. Whatever he said, strangely, she could see a deeper melancholy behind it. They spoke about being strangers in a strange country. She told him how she had to fight at the library for Tagore to be considered classic literature. How she was slowly but surely, being accepted in the oddball group that ran the library. She was not the only non-english person there, so things were easier for her. Besides, true readers had always been more accepting of the different.

Something made her regret sharing her happiness about this because his struggle in this foreign land was far more intense… she could sense pain behind the words he used. Namjoon did not enjoy his job the way she did. He worked overtime most days and came home bone-tired. Kim Namjoon was in many ratraces at the same time - races Brishti felt he didn’t want to participate at all. Being a lawyer, being an asian - the ‘model minority’, being a slightly well-off Korean in a sea of white men, in a sea of less fortunate asians who were being treated much worse than him. Trying to create a name, an identity of his own was wearing him out... chipping away at his soul.

Brishti sometimes saw him and saw a great banyan cutting itself down, trying to be a shrub just to fit in. When she asked him how his day was, he always smiled. It was real, the smile and yet it couldn’t hide the sadness in his eyes. Something that was beginning to bother Brishti more and more, these days. He... had begun to matter more and more these days.

Now, about two weeks into their marriage, she was experiencing butterflies about the smallest things; Things like watching him sleep on the fold out, bringing him coffee in the morning. She felt a pull deep inside her take over when he would come out of the shower in the bathrobe, skin glistening from the shower & musky man-scents launching her body in a fantastical arousal & her mind in overdrive. Somedays, Brishti even went for a shower after he’d been, just so she could soak in his essence & bathe in a trance she had never felt before.

On their third weekend together, Namjoon didn’t have to go to work the whole weekend. He’d spoken to his superior at the firm to let him have weekends free - after all, he was married now. Post lunch that Saturday, Brishti and he kept unpacking, organising while talking (well, later on, it was just coffee & talking) into the early hours of Sunday. They spoke about things they loved, people they had loved. About fictional crushes and real ones. Both of them spoke about their past relationships. Something Brishti was delighted about - especially since Namjoon told her he was not the type to hold someone’s past against them.

Brishti couldn’t believe it when Namjoon had correctly guessed, “It was the photographer, right?”

“What-?! How- Where- How did you…?” Brishti couldn’t even form a question.

“Your photos, at the matchmakers… something was different. All the other pictures women give out for arranged matches seem... fake. Yours were… real… private. You looked comfortable… looked like you were being teased...” What he didn’t say was how much it seemed in those pictures like she was with someone she truly liked… maybe even loved.

Sat on the ground opposite Namjoon, Brishti kept her gaze on him. It unnerved Namjoon that she could really see him. She unnerved him further when she said, “You should say what you aren’t saying… or… asking?”

“Did you love him?”

“Not really… it was just... a different kind of friendship… ended almost as soon as it began. But I- I don’t regret it. It wasn’t the kind of love-” she trailed off. She looked away, smiling but trying to hide it. The same way she had in the photograph.

He pressed further just to tease her “Kind of love...?” Namjoon was intrigued because she was blushing now & he wanted to plant a thousand pecks on her. Instead he said, “So you can just… stop what you were saying? Mmm. Okay. I see.”

She looked at him then, “I’m feeling… a lot… of… different things these days. Especially because of a couple of dimples...”

Just like that, she turned the tables & his dimples appeared. He blushed, “Yeah… same. I mean… you don’t have dimples but I’ve-”

She nodded to let him know she understood. And then asked, “Uhm... Have you… had sex?”

Namjoon bit his lip, “Yeah… yes. I... had a girlfriend in law school. It… uh… wasn’t serious… for her.”

Brishti looked away nodding, as if stopping herself from saying something.

He looked at her… knowing what she probably wanted to say. He wanted to hug her but he only said, “It doesn’t matter, does it? For me it doesn’t. Doesn’t matter if you’ve had sex too… I know how people can be about virginity… I- honestly… it's just another way to control people.”

She looked at him with a mixture of emotions. She took a minute to compose herself & then said, “I’ve never met a man like you… and it's a little confusing and annoying… Not that you are annoying… not at all. It’s just the world is annoying because this is how low the standard is for a man. A man accepting that the woman has a past makes him… forward…? But of course the woman has to… because, well, he’s a man and he has needs. We’re all told that… Shirley... who works with me… she knows it too. Women just aren’t supposed to talk about their pasts. All women.”

She paused & got flustered further because of how dedicatedly Namjoon had been listening. It really seemed as if he was taking notes. The serious expression on his face, it made Brishti's ears feel hot. Almost as a distraction, she went on -

“It's crazy but that seems to be the only thing THE WHOLE WORLD has agreed on - they can’t agree on one way to make bread but they all agreed that women are inferior. It’s such a basic thing to just let me work… because I want to… but it's annoying that it makes me feel lucky. My best friend had to go through hell because she thought she could trust her husband with the truth about her past… so it makes me feel lucky that… you won’t…”

Namjoon could see the pain in her words. Maybe that’s how she could always sense the pain in his words, he thought.

After a calming silence passed over them, he spoke - “I won’t. I don’t really know what it’s like for a woman. And… maybe you won’t like to hear this, but… I was the same, Rim... I was the man my society had trained me to be. Everything changed when I came here. When, for the first time in my life, I understood what it’s like to be treated inferior. Since then, I just… I cannot be the cause of a feeling like that within anyone... So… you’re right. I’m not doing anything everyone shouldn’t already do. All of this should be normal. Expected. Hopefully the world learns a bit faster…”

Brishti smiled at Namjoon. She chuckled when tears pooled up in her eyes. He instinctively reached out for her & placed a hand on her leg, just below her knee. A jolt went through Brishti and she looked surprised. He did too. Namjoon retracted his hand immediately & looked away, blushing. That’s when Brishti laughed out loud. She stood up. And asked him to stand up, silently.

He did. It always made Brishti’s heart flutter just how gorgeous and tall he was. Someday, she would tell him. Someday, she would show him. For now, she couldn’t help feeling bashful as she asked, “Can I get a hug, Joon?”

This was the first time she’d used the pet name that he’d asked her to call him by. This was what his family called him. And her using this name assured Namjoon of just that - she was becoming family. Her question had made his heart flip. He moved without really thinking, because this is what his body had wanted since the day he saw her. He pulled her up in his arms. He felt like he was melting. She was soft. Warm. Beautiful. And in his arms.

Brishti gasped a little when Namjoon had scooped her up in his arms. She was on her toes, literally & figuratively. She held onto him, less as a hug & more as support… at first. Then, she felt his arms… the strong arms that she had been ogling at, around her. It was as if a knot came undone, within her, suddenly. And in its place, the softest silk suddenly flowed through her body.

She closed her eyes and breathed him in. The same essence that she’d been soaking in after he had showered, that she had been breathing in whenever he would pass by or reach past her. The essence that she had now become so hungry for that she had been secretly sleeping with the shirt he’d worn from the laundry basket. That essence was now all over her. Her chin turned up, resting on his shoulders, her cheeks touching his, her hands - on their own - reached the nape of his neck and began to play with his hair.

When she did that, Namjoon held her tighter, pressed her on to him. He felt her body react to his. One hand reaching her shoulder around her back, he moved the other closer to her waist, so his hands could fold over her curves. He could feel her breath hitch when he did that.

Brishti was revelling in the feeling of his hands, his fingers, feeling his fingertips press into her - that was a feeling she could never have imagined making her so... so... drunk. She was drunk. She ran her hands up and down his vast back, all the way up to his hair. All of a sudden she could feel herself overcome with emotion. Tears began pooling in her eyes again. And she said, before it was too late, she said, “Thank you, Joon, for everything… thank you.”

When he heard the tremble in her voice, Namjoon pulled away, just so he could see her. Brishti quickly retracted too - to wipe off her tears, trying to laugh off the silliness, apologising. Namjoon replied, “It’s okay… I understand… I… Thank you, Rim. I hope you… you know what I mean...” What he wanted to say, what he hoped she understood was that she was what was helping him come alive. But being unable to, Namjoon knew someday he would. Someday soon.

Brishti nodded to say she understood. Namjoon tried to lighten the atmosphere, saying, “You’re not… just anyone, you know? So… maybe you should tell me something I could do which is… not just basic decency, but something that can be considered truly feminist, you know. I’d love to do that for you.”

Brishti smiled and nodded. She suddenly felt tired & almost of its own accord, her body stretched into a yawn. She said, “I’ll think of something. We- I should go now… Do you want- anything?...” Brishti was delighted about how drunk she had gotten from one hug. It was exciting that she knew she’d be sleeping with the sweater he had tossed in the laundry basket tonight. She decided to take a bit more time to enjoy being intoxicated without a substance, together and alone.

Later that night, as Namjoon laid on his fold out sofa, alone, he thought of how great it had felt to have Brishti in his arms. To have someone who wanted to know about his day. To feel her heartbeat, like raindrops, knocking on his chest like it was a window pane, almost as if asking to be let in…

Thoughts like these, they made Namjoon reach for the notepad & pen that he always kept close by. He wrote. He wrote of being world weary and suddenly having a friend. Suddenly feeling like the world wasn't rushing him, that he didn’t need to run, that he could take time, be slow, be a poet. His heart tugged at his pen as it wrote lines about what it felt like to have someone cry for him. To have someone be full of feelings for him, to have someone to embrace his weary body. He wrote about how he missed that embrace and yet it was okay… as long as she was still here, maybe not just next to him, yet. Maybe someday. It was okay because she asked how he was every day and Brishti was here, forever. Namjoon felt tears run down his own face, as he titled the first poem he’d written in almost five years - Forever Rain.

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[jolteonsblog]

last week, li'l ole joltie went to see ateez live in concert (crazy, right?) and here is what transpired hehe

WARNING: INTENSE AMOUNTS OF FANGIRLING AND KEYSMASHING.

wonderland (symphony no. 9)

AND THERE THEY ARE, THE EIGHT WONDERS OF THE WORLD THEMSELVES

the way i screamed-

the energy in the arena was off the charts

and it was at the first OH WE MUST GOING ONNNNN that it sunk in that i was witnessing these men performing live

*aggressively scream-raps mingi's verse*

and yes they did the evil stick bug move (my nickname for it)

quoth me at the iconic quadruple high note courtesy of a certain someone: CHOI JONGHO YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD

introductory ment

just seven little words: EIGHT MAKES ONE TEAM ANNYEONGHASEYO ATEEZ IMNIDA!

red joong! red captain!

"hello newark! HELLO!" - park seonghwa, 2022

yuyu my beloved :)

and yes, before you ask, yeosang is indeed a doberman

san really loves yellin huh

mingi's beautiful deep voice has me goin (❁´◡`❁)

"FIX ON IS BACK IN THE TOWN WASSUP" - song mingi, 2022

polite wooyo :) what a gentleman

baby maknae!

their english has improved so much i'm so proud

SEONGHWA ARE YOU WEARING A HARNESS

it's the beginning of the end of a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong wait

OKAY SAILORS!

san growling is just 🥵

pirate king

and here we are, back at the beginning. the beginning of the end, that is hehe

STEP ONE TWO THREE AND ONE TWO THREE LET'S GOOOO

wooyo's jacket flip tho X﹏X

GET READY ATINYS WE'RE GONNA GO SAILING

vocals on point

say my name

time to ramp the energy up to eleven!

*from the top of my lungs* ATEEZ PRESENT

SAY MY NAME SAY MY NAME SAY MY NAAAAAAAAAME

ment #2

PARK SEONGHWA YOU ARE THIS CLOSE TO WRECKING MY BIAS LIST-

oh who am i kidding he already did

as someone who's used to his soft speaking voice, it came as quite a shock to hear him growling like that

but i digress

they've got a lot to say about how much they missed us atinys

more amazing english moments

"y'know time flies when we meet atinys!" "say that again?" "i love you :)"

treasure + precious

and once again, choi "power vocals" jongho is outdoing himself with his, well, power vocals

i legit thought that the precious bit was actually part of treasure but alas i was wrong

didn't stop it from slapping hard tho

and i am 100% convinced that mingi's deep-ass vocals were live

POP POP POP

high notes?? from kim hongjoong?? it's more likely than you think

utopia

okay, real talk here

before this, i didn't think much of utopia as one of my favorite songs

but thanks to a certain park seonghwa, it very well might add itself to the list

i mean HELLO?! PARK FUCKING SEONGHWA BELTING AN A5?!

is this heaven?

my dumbass thought it was san tho but hey ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

FINALLY NOW IT'S HWA'S TIME

better (korean ver.) + still here (korean ver.)

this was actually my first time hearing these songs, and i really enjoyed hearing them

really nice!

san's vocals in the beginning reminded me of a certain kim jongin's vocals....

quoth my friend devin at a certain moment between seongjoong: i ship it

wave

everybody sing with me now! GEONBAE GEONBAE-

aaaand they're dancing now. thought they'd spend the entirety of this track just vibing on the stage but no

they're doing their little dancey dance

i spy a jongsang headspin :)

and now for the immortal lines: HAKUNA MATATA YA

ment #3

chitchat time again

i legit screamed MARRY ME and hj answered with "i love you too!"

call me delusional, but i'm sticking to my claim that kim hongjoong noticed me that night

what's this? we're talking about dreams?

the fact that they got us all to chant 'daddy'-

eh, in their words, dreams come true

inception

i am absolutely loving the masks and the puppet-like movements in the beginning of this performance

and the instrumental tho

I SPOT YEOSANG ABS I SPOT YEOSANG ABS-

san's asymmetrical fit is probably the best stylistic choice ever made

don't tell me to shut up about jongho's vocals because i will NEVER shut up about jongho's vocals. man was literally carrying the whole show and all he had to do was sing

deja vu

oh boi

having seen the mv and various stage performances of this song, i know where this is going

and mingi actually whispered 출발하면 뛰어, 가빠지는 우리 racing in front of a live audience

YEOSANG ABS AND WOOYOUNG TUMMY? it's more likely than you think

and yes yunho(e) did the thing with his hand covering his eyes

take me home

i absolutely adore the staging of this number with the moving mirrors

and i didn't notice it at first, but san was blindfolded

over and over again... *clears throat*

2ho having a truly amazing moment together (that i managed to get a good photo of)

at the end san just?? disappeared??

and it was all to the tune of tmh's truly epic sax solo

ment #4

CHOI SAN WHAT KIND OF BLACK MAGIC DO YOU POSSESS

speaking of san, he's got his blindfold on him

YEOSANG SHOW US YOUR ABS AGAIN

the next performance is... a surprise?

no hint, just show

oh boi

desire

THEY ARE DOING DESIRE I REPEAT THEY ARE DOING DESIRE

red bois

joong did the laugh, YES KIM HONGJOONG DID THE LAUGH

cue me freaking out

everybody say it with me now: I LOVE MY DESIRE

and then joong broke his neck

hala hala

cue me freaking out again

because this time they're doing hala hala

i just love how hongjoong rapped his verse

EVERYBODY NOW ALL TOGETHER: DEEP IN MY HEART DEEP IN MY SOUL 피어나는 FLASHING LIIIIIIIIGHT

this hala hala dance break is brought to you by woosan being evil

and they all fall down (except wooyo who gets to stick out his tongue)

idk why but i thought the thud as they hit the ground was pretty satisfying to me

answer + declaration

i sound like a broken record but EVERYBODY SING NOW: GEONBAEHAJA LIKE A THUNDER

the way i screamed during jongho's high note-

not gonna lie san wouldn't look out of place as an extra in les mis with the suspenders and the button-down shirt

joong did his iconic mic flip, the world is at peace

bulleo bulleo *hip thrust*

okay call me dumb for just noticing this as i'm rewatching my concert videos but i'm sure mingi rapped his verse in a deeper tone than usual

ONE TWO THREE LET'S BURN

this performance of declaration is brought to you by, once again, woosan

doing a couple dance this time

fireworks (i'm the one)

i must say that fireworks holds a special place in my heart as the song that first got me into ateez

so i was pretty pumped when i heard the opening notes

did san just... smack his crotch?

oh wait he smacked his tummy

(yes i watched a fancam to find out that information)

quoth @serendipityhyejoo on youtube: they put their whole ateezussy into this stage

and i couldn't agree more

bulnoriya bitches

ment #5

we just saw the energetic version of ateez, but when are they not energetic?

oh boi they're talking about their most attractive features

OH BOI JONGHO'S GONNA SING FOR US

and this, ladies gents and enby friends, is the prime example of a maknae on top

damn mingi and jongho really want a piece of that tasty wooyo pie don't they

if ya know what i mean *lenny face*

KANG YEOSANG YOU DID NOT JUST TOUCH THE WOOBIES

YOU HEARD THE MAN LESGEDDIT

good lil boy + the leaders + to the beat

this medley gave me vibes of the dope/baepsae/fire medley from the bts concert i went to tbh

but even tho ateez could possibly do fire, bts could never do good lil boy (okay i deserve to have my army card revoked /j)

more growling from san (i swear that man is turning into a tiger)

they just vibin

honestly to the beat is a whole-ass bop and a half

song mingi spitting bars like nobody's business since 1999

i swear, i'm surprised the stage isn't on fire after that display

and they're dancing again

thanxx

more broken record stuff from me in 3 2 1

YESSIR YESSIR YESSIR ✨GRACIAS✨

these boys have claimed prudential center as their own and it shows

and just for the hell of it i attempted jongho's high notes and actually succeeded

good job joltie

ment #6

jongho said aight imma head out, however san thinks he can fly

he tried to go back under the stage lol

oh mingi, the lightiny sticks aren't the only things that are beautiful here...

audience wave? what a novel idea!

damn san, you're so good at english...

yunho spiderman? move over tom holland, you've got some competition!

now it's woosanhwa's turn to say aight imma head out

in the meantime: jongho called yeosang out for wearing a sleeveless shirt

and then he flexed and got shy

quoth kim hongjoong: sexy

mingi: *poke poke*

time for wooyo aegyo

LAST SONG?! i know you’re joking joongie

rocky

another song i'm hearing for the first time, not just in concert, but in general

mingi's boxing robe was definitely a cultural reset

just... the energy man

the real (heung ver.)

and once again: ATEEZ PRESENT

ige baro meoshingira!

wooyo and jongho were definitely feeling themselves

dare i say: throwing it back

and the dance performance in the beginning was just *chef's kiss*

ENCORE ENCORE

eternal sunshine

THEY’RE DOING ETERNAL SUNSHINE AKEKRPFKWNEOROTBTKEODHFJ

so bright!

wooyo was filming himself

etsun is a song i really like listening to, and i think i might end up making it one of my favorites

november babies posing together on “okay cheese”

just four little words: YOU’RE MY SHINING ✨STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR✨

getting to sing with jongho was like a dream come true

and wooyo made a heart ❤️

dancing like butterfly wings

just cute boys having fun~

mingi said i love you atinys at the beginning of his verse (before saying fix on, of course)

san singing like the rent is due despite dlbw being a chill song

best 4th gen rap duo popping off as usual

and best 4th gen main vocalist/maknae singing his heart out

they did the eight makes one team thing with their feet!

ment #7

photo time!

now call me delusional again but i shouted HI MINGI and as if on cue, he turned around and waved back

hwa said he’d frame the picture and put it on his shelf with his albums

and now they’re gonna do a song for us atinys… wonder what that’s gonna be?

star 1117

now i didn’t film most of this because i had my phone flashlight on (san told us to turn them on for the song)

however…

i do have the last few bits of it on video

hongjoong broke down in tears and it was heartbreaking to watch 😭

my poor baby

however it wasn’t all sad

san got to flex his vocals (hello, high notes!)

i think hwa started crying too…

closing ment

yeosang said we all looked like stars when they sang star 1117

jongho told us that he often thought of how many people he and the rest of ateez would perform for after their debut and thanked us for giving them such a memorable night

wooyoung wants us to tell every city about ateez

he’s never alone because he has ateez and atinys 😭😭😭

mingi, like jongho, thanked us for making memories with them,,, my sweetheart, my beloved

you heard san! ateez paved the way and we’ll follow you to the ends of the earth!

and that’s a promise!

yeosang said that performing in front of cameras without atinys isn’t as special as performing in front of cameras with atinys

before debuting, yunho didn’t think of happiness as a word, but now that he’s with atinys, he can feel happy and loved and that is just so sweet 😭😭

“because of you, i learned how to love myself” - park seonghwa, 2022

it’s the captain’s turn to talk now, wonder what he has to say

joong definitely wasn’t crying, no sir

me @ hongjoong’s closing speech: and thus spoke the captain!

and it was at that moment that i realized that bbtrippin is actually part of kqent (surprising)

turbulence

and the show is over… for real this time, sadly

but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy one last song from our boys

if mingi wants to be where we’re at, then i wanna be where he’s at (fix on)

jongsan harmonizing… once again, is this heaven?

on today’s episode of “i didn’t know this song had choreography”: turbulence has choreography

WE LOVE YOU THREE THOUSAND SANNIE

and just like that, they’re gone… 🥺

but i know i’ll get to see them again someday.

#ateez #the fellowship: beginning of the end #ateez newark

[buckys-little-hoe]

We’ll meet again | Platonic!Avengers x Reader

Pairing: Platonic!Avengers x Reader

Summary: No matter when and where, you always sing the same song, so your teammates ask themselves why you sing that song. The answer shocks them.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of car accident and death.

A/N: It’s a little bit different from the other things. Hope you’ll still enjoy it! :)

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You hum a song quietly as you fold your laundry together. You are standing in the laundry room right now because your favorite shirt got dirty. You were walking earlier and Sam had pushed you into the mud. The smell of detergent is in the air. You enjoy the calm, no annoying teammates who put their curious noses into your affairs. You put your cell phone on the dryer and pull the headphones out of your ears. You digress with your thoughts as you put sock after sock together. "Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear. Just for a while, dear. We must part. Don't let this parting upset you. I'll not forget you, sweetheart.” Your voice is gentle and has something mesmerizing.

Bucky also notices this, sneaking up as always. It is a habit that he cannot take off. That's why you don't notice him. Once again, the former assassin is grateful for his quiet steps. "We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day.” Without any worries you continue singing while he leans against the bare wall with a smile. He knows the song, he is sure of it. When he went to war, his colleagues with a relationship had been serenaded by their girlfriends. It was comforting if someone would not return. Quite sad actually, the more he thought about it. "Keep smiling through. Just like you always do. ‘Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away." You put your shirt in the basket and pick it up. When you turn around, you almost get a heart attack.

Bucky stands before you with a bright smile. "I like your voice, doll," he says with honesty and your cheeks turn red. Oh god, that’s embarrassing. The thoughts shoot through your head. "Uh ... thanks Bucky," you reply shyly and disappear through the open door.

—

"So will you please say hello, to the folks that I know. Tell them I won't be long. They'll be happy to know that as you saw me go. I was singing this song.” Your voice echoes through the ventilation shafts. Clint lies on the cool metal and listens to your voice with his eyes closed. You are taking a shower and Clint was actually on the way to his hidden nest, but your singing stopped him. You would never find out that he had been listening. What did the archer have to lose? It's not the first time he's eavesdropping on his teammates. But with you, there is something else. He just can't stop listening. Your voice expresses so much sadness and hope that he can only wonder what had happened. Why do you sing it with so much feeling? But right now he's just enjoying the song. He doesn't know it. It sounds older. He likes the text.

"We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day. “, You sing with your eyes closed. The water runs over your naked body and the heat loosens a few knots. You take the shower so warm that even the window and mirror are fogged up. Will the pain go away at some point?

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"So you want please say hello. To the folks that I know. Tell them I won't be long. They'll be happy to know. That as you saw me go. I was singin 'this song.” You stand with your back to your teammates. You're preparing dinner tonight. Your friends are all sitting in the living room.

"I love her voice, but why does she always sing the same song?" Steve asks after a pleasant silence in which they could only hear your singing.

"I thought only I have noticed." Sam shrugs. Natasha rolls her eyes and pushes him off the couch. Bucky looks at her gratefully and she gives him two thumbs up.

“Maybe you just have to make wishes like to the DJ," Tony sarcastically puzzles. Now everyone is rolling their eyes in annoyance.

"I assume it's Lady Y/N's favorite song," Thor intervenes. Wanda nods in agreement.

"We'll meet again. Don't know where. Don't know when. But I know we'll meet again some sunny day. “ You finish the song quietly and add the sauce to the noodles.

"Maybe she has a deeper connection to the song," Bruce says. Tony shakes his head.

"I think you are interpreting too much into it, Dr. Banner. “, Vision says and everyone is muttering now.

"The food is ready!" You call with a smile and interrupt the discussion. Everyone gets up and goes into the dining room. After eating, everyone stays seated with a full belly. It is exceptionally quiet. This almost never happens when all Avengers are present.

"Y/N, we wanted to ask you something," Natasha says after a moment's hesitation. Your heart stops. Did you do something wrong? Didn't it taste good?

"Yes?" You try to keep your nervous tremors under control and you can do it.

"Why do you always sing the same song?" Clint asks, falling into the house with the door. You sigh quietly and try to smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. Your heart weighs heavily and you blink the tears away.

“Back then I was in the car with my parents on the way to school. Unlike any other day, my mother went with us because my father wanted to drive her to the doctor who was on the way. Vera Lynn’s We’ll meet again was playing on the radio. I was angry with my parents because I was afraid to be late to school. My father wanted to drive her there anyway.” You take a deep breath. It's okay, you can do it. You can talk about it. "So we were arguing. My father stopped concentrating on the street and we got involved in an accident. The song didn't stop playing. Unfortunately, I did not pass out. Instead, I heard the song and saw my dead parents for about five minutes.” You finish your story and look into the faces of your comrades. During your story, the color was gone from their faces. Clint regrets asking. "The song helps me to remember that I'll see them again someday. That at some point I will have the chance to apologize. “, You explain.

Bucky, who is sitting next to you, takes your hand into his and squeezes it once. "They forgave you long ago, I'm sure of that," Thor says with an encouraging smile. He too had lost his mother after an argument. If anyone can empathize with the pain, it's him.

"It'll get easier," Steve assures you.

He's right. It will get easier. It just takes time.

#avengers #mcu #marvel #sam wilson #bucky #steve rogers #tony stark #avengers x reader #avengers x you #platonic!avengers x reader #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #vision #wanda maximoff #car accident #clint barton #bucky barnes #avengers x y/n #platonic!avengers x y/n #platonic!avengers x you #avengers x platonic reader #orphan #death #falcon #captain america #iron man #hulk #thor #thor odinson #black widow

[hwauas]

🕊️: "the lost prince", 3

park seonghwa | 박성화 - 2,756 words

you didn't really know what to do. you were here, in this room. this quiet room. the silence seemed heavier than it ever did. and the only sound you could hear was her voice echoing in your head.

     “fleur-de-lis...”

     what did that mean? was fleur-de-lis a nickname for Seonghwa? but she never called him this way in front of you.

     and what to do now? you were alone. with a sleepy boyfriend in a hospital room. doctors didn't want to tell you anything. and they needed anyone major and blood-related to him.

the world seemed to fall apart for you. and... for him. he just didn't know yet. but how were you going to tell him? impossible to barge into the room, to say something like that — was is even possible to tell him the lady he called mom all his life wasn't his mom?

     you went out of the room, mentally far away from here. you were thinking about what happened. you didn't hear the doctor. you just made your way through the corridors to come back by Seonghwa's side.

he seemed to be good. he seemed to rest as he should. and you, you were here. no one to share the problem with. no one to help you finding a solution.

     “baby.. what would you do if you were me..?”

you softly grabbed his hand, and rubbed it. his skin was soft. his hand was hot. the warmth you knew.

you looked up to the door when you heard someone knocking, and entering. it was a young nurse. she seemed a little bit worried.

     “the doctor tried to call you after you went out of the room but... you didn't answered. is there anything..? what happened in there, with this lady? you wanna tell me..?”

you only shrugged. she was being nice to you. so sweet, as you needed. but you didn't know. you were overwhelmed by the situation.

“tell me. i'm here to heal any type of wounds.”

     “it's just that.. this evening.. i waited for it for so long. i finally confessed to him. and the same night, he has a problem i don't know nothing about, i had to call the emergency department, i'm learning his mother is an impostor. does he have a family somewhere..? what if a whole family is broken because he's not by his their side and we don't know nothing about them? she told me she didn't adopt him, and she told me she had to hide her identity. and i can't believe his parents abandoned him. he is too nice... he always had been a very calm child. he could sit and wait for hours until someone allows him to move. he always had been nice to everybody. and despite him being shy, he always does whatever he can to help people around him..”

a tear started to roll down your cheek. and an another. a third one. they all fell on his hand.

“when he was a baby, until he was approximately 3, he never liked to discover the world without her mother — well, this lady... i remember a picture of him surrounded by flowers. it was new for him. and he started to cry because her mother left him here, arround flowers.”

you looked up to the nurse, tears forming into your eyes.

“he never did something bad.. why is it happening to him..? what should i do...”

     the nurse quickly decided to approach you, and she hugged you tightly. you felt this is what you needed — so you started to cy harder. you needed to let everything out. you needed to stop bottling up your feelings about this.

“your boyfriend is doing good. very good. i can imagine how pure and good he is. and i can see how much you love and care about him. if he doesn't have this person as a mother by his side anymore, then it's your turn to take his hand and to help him going through this. you're the only one he has left.”

she softly wipped away your tears with her thumbs after letting you go of her arms.

“and about that problem.. i shouldn't do this but.. he was under the influence of LSD. we found out this drug in his blood. is he a drug addict?”

     you frenetically shook your head.

“of course he's not! he is against all this type of things..”

     “could it be possible.. someone put some in his drink or something?”

the nurse seemed to be serious as she was asking these questions.

     “no. he wasn't very popular. but everybody noticed how well mannered and kind he is. he doesn't have any enemies. i'm sure about this.”

the nurse nodded, and looked down at him. she looked kinda sad, but you didn't know why.

     the nurse left, and just said to call them if anything happens. of course, you nodded — but without looking at her: your eyes never left Seonghwa's sleeping form. you stayed by his side, sitting of course, looking at him, holding his hand. and you finally fell asleep, your head in his thighs. they said things look always better in the morning, and you were tired of all the emotions you had.

     in the morning, when you woke up with a horrible pain in your back, you were met by Seonghwa, awake already, stroking your head lightly.

     “good morning, love. and.. thank you. i don't really remember what happened yesterday at night, but.. thank you. you did take care of me and made the right decisions.”

Seonghwa's voice was so soft, and you realised that you missed it, yesterday.

     you stood up, and kissed his forehead.

“shhh, Hwa.. it's okay.”

you grabbed his hand again, and held on it pretty tightly.

“how do you feel?”

     “a little bit dizzy. but it's okay.”

     you smiled softly, looking deep into these two dark eyes you were living for. the prettiest eyes out there. and this moment could have lasted for ever. but a knock on the door interrupted both of you.

the doctor opened the door. after a head movement to say hello, he approached Seonghwa.

     “i'm glad to see you're awake. this will help us. do you have any other family members we can contact?”

     “hum.. sorry what? is there a problem with my mom?”

Seonghwa looked confused. you looked up to the doctor, and slightly shook your head to tell him you didn't say anything yet.

       “Hwa, baby, i.. listen to me.”

you looked back at him, and sat down on the bed, next to his legs, on the brim. you took his hand in both of yours.

“i told them about your mom, yesterday. she came. but the papers she gave... they all were fake. the numbers on it didn't match the name. an another person showed up on the system. and i talked to her after. she...”

you started again to cry. at this point, your make up was no longer visible. but it wasn't your main problem right now.

“she told me you're not her son. neither biologically nor officially. she hadn't been pregnant, you're not adopted. and she told me she had to hide her identity. that's why her papers were fake. i'm so sorry, baby...”

     Seonghwa was speechless. his eyes became teary, and his hold on your hand was tighter than ever. he tried to hold back these tears, but failed. you leaned over to hug him. he hid his face in your neck, sobbing out loud. you felt your heart breaking down in million pieces. ,

     “i guess it's a no..”

the doctor sighed, and walked out of the room. calling for a nurse once he was out, he whispered something to be sure you wouldn't hear him.

“call the police. this boy doesn't have family.”

     once Seonghwa calmed down, you slowly pulled away, and looked deep in his eyes. you softly wipped away his tears, your eyes full of love for him.

“we will go through this together. okay?”

      he only nodded, looking down at his thighs. the pain he felt in his chest, and the void he was feeling took over his dizziness at this moment.

     the room stayed silent. any of you dared to break it. Seonghwa seemed to have calmed down. you weren't doubting about how he felt at this moment. and you wished it all was only a bad dream you would escape as soon as possible..

     suddenly, knocks again were heard. and four policemen appeared. they all presented themselves, and of course explained why they were here. one of them turned to you, and asked you to have a private discussion. you knew they would ask you questions about all this.

you nodded, and left with two of them after kissing Seonghwa's forehead.

you took Seonghwa's jacket on your way out to cover up a little, feeling a little bit cold.

     “the doctor told us you talked with this lady. is that right?”

they used a soft tone, firm enough for you to answer.

     “yes, it's right. yesterday. at night.”

     “who gave her number to the doctors?”

     “i did, because Seonghwa was already sleeping at this moment. she raised him up like her real mom, never did anything suspicious. she tricked us all and at this moment, i wan't aware yet she wasn't his mom.”

you closed a little the jacket in front of you to try and warm up quickly, also enjoying his scent all over the fabric.

     “when you talked to her, what did she say?”

the policeman who asked this question seemed to be ready to take notes about everything you could say.

     “i asked to talk to her in private because doctors refused to let her see Seonghwa when they discovered her papers were fake ones. i was very surprised because usually, she's the type to be very meticulous about that. never forgetting them, always starting the steps months before the papers expires.. i mean, it just didn't match. then, the doctor gave us a room, and we talked. i asked her why her papers weren't valid, and she almost immediately said that Seonghwa wasn't her biological son, nor her official son after adoption. she also told me she had to hide her identity. and that she wanted his happiness and was ready to do anything for this.”

you played the scene in your head to be sure you were saying everything. and nothing were missing.

     “did she tell anything else? something that caught your attention?”

     you first shook your head while searching. but suddenly, you remembered something.

“she called Seonghwa 'fleur-de-lis', and she never called him this before. never.”

     the two policemen looked at each others with eyes wide open, and then back at you.

“can you give us her phone number? and maybe an address where we can find her?”

      you nodded as you gave them her phone number, and the address.

as the two policemen were ready to leave, you quickly grabbed one of them by the arm.

“wait! what will happen? and Seonghwa?”

     “we will ask her few questions to try and find this boy's real family. hoping someone's still alive, and someone's still waiting for him. and until then, he must stay here.”

     “what? but what if it takes months to find his family!”

you couldn't accept having to come here to see your beloved one.

     “it's how it works sadly. his family didn't put him into an orphanage, that means they still have authority over him since he's not over 18. and doctors can't let him go somewhere without any parent. furthermore, in this situation, he doesn't have somewhere to go. and i guess doctors need to talk to a parent about the dose of LSD he drunk, and what they did. for all these reasons, he has to stay here. and we will do our best to find his family. i promise.”

     you had no other choice but let them go. you waited longer in the corridor for the policemen to go out of the room, allowing you to come back by his side.

but while waiting, you heard Seonghwa's phone in the pocket of his jacket. you recognised the melody when someone calls him. you took it to see it was your mom calling Seonghwa. you answered quickly, thinking it might be a help.

    “ah Seonghwa, you're answering! i called my daughter/son, but she/he didn't answer. is y/n with you?”

     “it's me, mom.”

you went to sit on a chair. you felt like you needed to sit somewhere.

     “ah, darling! that's good! i wanted to talk to you!”

you bit your lower lip. were you wrong? was she mad because you didn't come back home? did you misunderstand her smirk yesterday?

     “i'm sorry to disturb your little morning with Seonghwa, i'm sure you were having fun. but i have a problem over here. can you explain me why Seonghwa's mom came and gave absolutely all Seonghwa's stuffs? and why did she leave without saying anything? what should i do with that now?”

     you sighed. you knew this wasn't over. and this wasn't a dream.

“mom, hum.. it's very complex to say that right now. but.. hum.. to sum up, Seonghwa is in the hospital. and Seonghwa's mom is not his mom. so yeah. anything can surprise me anymore.”

you stood up, determined. you couldn't stay like that.

“okay. listen. i'll leave the hospital and come home. i'll change my clothes, and start looking after his parents. no way i'm staying passive. this is a fucking nightmare...”

you hung up with your mom, and came back into Seonghwa's room. he was patiently waiting for you to come back.

“baby, i'm sorry but i need to leave. your mom, well so-called mom, dropped all your stuffs at my place. i'll go there to change myself, and i'll do whatever i can to find your real family. i'll came back by the end of the day with clothes for you.”

     as you were collecting your stuffs, and letting his stuffs here since you decided to keep his jacket on shoulders, Seonghwa called you.

“promise me to be careful. and.. promise to stay by my side whatever happens.”

     “i promise, baby. i promise i'll be careful. and i won't never leave you. never.”

     when you were about to leave, Seonghwa held you back by your hand. he sat up and softly kissed you. it was your first kiss together. you hoped your first kiss would hold pure love and attention. but this first kiss seemed to symbolise something else: a fear. his fear to lose you. your y/n. the only thing he had left.

     you pulled away from this kiss before being overwhelmed by it and starting to cry. you whispered a 'i love you', and left, heavy-hearted. you called for a taxi, not really in the mood to take the public transports dressed up like that.

     when you reached your home, after paying the taxi, you saw your mom holding the last bags to put them inside your house. you quickly went to your room to change yourself in comfortable clothes. when you came back to the living room, your phone in your hand, your mom almost immediately held you back.

     “and what do you want to do? scream around for a family looking for a child?”

     “please mom. things are complicated already. take this seriously. i'll go around the city to try and ask questions about him. i have few informations already, but i need more elements to have a trail.”

you went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, something you could eat easily while walking.

    “i can help you. but you gotta give me pictures of him younger and tell me all you know.”

     you nodded, and immediately took out your phone to send pictures of Seonghwa.

“the first pictures of him he has are pictures of him when he was 15 months. maybe this is when she started to take care of Seonghwa. meaning we're searching a family who lost a baby between 12 and 15 months. and she called him fleur-de-lis. it's not common as a way to call a child. maybe someone know something about this. by chance.”

     “wait! what? he is fleur-de-lis?”

your mom seemed to be very shocked about what you told her. and as you nodded, she sat down.

she then whispered:

“fleur-de-lis is back... finally...”

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[uramichi-s]

Karneval - Score 126: Scar. 

Hi guys! This chapter was pretty intense, I hope you enjoy it!

Summary below:

[Don’t forget you can check Muse’s blog for the raws: here & here. Remember to look at them from right → left].

A little heads-up before starting: I’ll reference Yotaka by his new name (Tsukasa) now, just to avoid any confusion in the dialogues where he’s called by this name.

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We are back with Nai being suffocated by Keshiki’s varuga [x]:

On the first page Keshiki laughs while watching him struggling and asks: “You said your name was Nai, right, coordinator?”

He continues on the second page: 

“Does it hurt not being able to breath? Ha ha ha”.

He looms creepily over Nai and says: 

“You know what? I think it will be really exciting to kill you! Don’t you agree? So be a good boy now...”

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We meet Tsukasa/Yotaka again [x]. He and another Circus member are looking for Nai but it’s late already so his companion tells him it’s time to go to sleep, they can’t find Nai like this and they need to rest.

Tsukasa refuses and says he doesn’t want to disappoint Tokitatsu and that he wants him to be proud of him [x - first page]. The other guy scolds him and tells him that their misison is to defeat Kafka but that their work also includes taking care of themselves. Tsukasa gets angry and says he will go alone then but the guy says “You are too stubborn! Ok, we’ll go but we’ll stop after checking this place”.

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Back to the bastard Keshiki now [x - second page]: “Do you know what I hate the most, Nai? Boredom. There's nothing worse than a dull and repetitive job!”

Nai cries in pain [x - first page] while K continues: “That’s why every once in a while, I feel like getting myself a big gift”.

K hugs the varuga containing Nai [x - second page] and says: “With this, I'm sure I'll be able to love you as much as I love my little brothers and sisters”.

Meanwhile, Nai starts to faint. He feels like he’s sinking in water and thinks of Gareki [x - first page]. In that moment, something like mud suddenly appears and drags Keshiki into the ground [x - second page].

He coughs and complains: “Making a mare appear under me is not fun... Karoku!” [x] while we see Kafka-Karoku appearing from the shadows: “Let Nai go, Keshiki!” he says angry.

“Hurry up!” he shouts again and Keshiki gives up: “Okay! I understand! Don’t get mad. Hakui, come back” he says while calling his coat-varuga (Hakui) back [x - first page].

The varuga releases Nai and KK gets closer to him. Nai tries to crawl away from him but KK follows him and asks: “Where are you going? Back to your creator?” (I think he means the other Karoku) [x - second page].

KK stands in front of Nai, grabs him by the hair and says: “No! I won’t allow it! You are coming with me!” [x - first page]. “As long as we're together, Keshiki can't hurt you”. Nai struggles to get away and KK loses his temper: “That’s enough!”.

He yells angrily: “Would you rather get killed by Keshiki here or be safe with me? It’s your choice! But are you ready to never see the people you love again?” [x - second page]. 

Nai thinks of Tsukumo, Yogi and Gareki and cries: “No! I want to see them again!” [x - first page]. 

“Then take my hand!” KK orders.

Nai takes his hand and they disappear amidst a flash of light [x - second page].

 Keshiki (still trapped in the mud) looks surprised and says “Don’t just leave me here! That’s not fun!” while he takes Nai’s shoe in his hand.

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Just then, Tsukasa and the other guy arrive to the clearing and find Keshiki standing there [x - first page]. He looks at them and says: “Well, well, it looks like I have company. Good night dear visitors!”.

Tsukasa is shocked: “Did he spotted us from so far away in the darkness?!”  [x - second page].

Keshiki continues while smiling: “I’m sorry I’m not really presentable, I fell into a puddle and now I have mud everywhere!”.

“You are from Kafka, right?” Tsukasa asks.

“You are right!! It’s easy to guess, isn’t it?” K answers [x]. 

Tsukasa can’t move, Keshiki’s aura is so threatening it makes his blood run cold. He keeps talking: “But don’t worry, I never hurt my little brothers and sisters for no reason”.

“Who are you?!” Tsukasa asks.

Keshiki replies while opening his arms: “I’ve just told you. I’m your big brother!”.

“By the way, take this” he says throwing Nai’s shoe to them [x]. “That’s Nai’s. You can report back to your superiors that he has rejoined us”.

“Fucker!” Shouts Tsukasa and tries to attack him but Keshiki releases his varugas and escapes. Tsukasa is mad and frustrated because of the situation. The other Circus member tells him they need to inform Tokitatsu immediately.

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We are now in Kafka-Karokus place (?). Is a big house in the middle of a field [x].

Eleska welcomes him happily until she notices Nai [x]. She looks at him scared and asks KK who’s that. KK calms her down and tells her:

“This boy is Nai. He’s my brother” [x - first page].

Eleska looks at Nai and says: “Really? So he’s the one you told me about before?”.

“That’s right”´ KK replies, “And from today on he’s going to live here with us” [x - second page].

“Huh? With us?” she repeats.

“That’s right. Come now, Nai and Eleska. We have many things to talk about. I’m sure you two will get along!” says Karoku as he starts walking.

The chapter finishes with sad looking Nai in the last panel [x].

—END—

[I’ll translate the omakes next, they are really cute and short so I’ll try to edit them and post them with the scans 😊].

Omake: here.

Update: Check chapter 127 here.

#karneval #カーニヴァル #karneval manga #touya mikanagi #my summaries #volume 22 #chapter 126

[throwaway3844893]

Imagine: Newt proposes to Tina

Tina welcomed the warmth of the case with a sigh. Though it was nearly summertime, and New York continued to get hotter every week, Tina still enjoyed the homeliness of the case. She had grown used to it over the last two years. Tina caught a movement in the corner of her eye."Hello, Dougal," She said with a smile as she knelt down, watching as the supposedly concealed creature ran around with bundles of apples in his hands. It froze, allowed itself to be seen again, and ran up to her, dropping the apples in the process before enveloping her in a big hug. Tina laughed quietly, standing up to accommodate the added weight of the creature. She raised an eyebrow at the creature. "Do you have any idea where Newt might be?" She asked it before its eyes turned blue, predicting where he could be. The demiguise made a loud noise that resembled the screech of a phoenix and climbed down her body, pointing in the direction of the mooncalves and occamies. She set off in the way Dougal had pointed her. Tina walked through the case, the stress from the day easing off her back. She'd taken her jacket off up in Newt's apartment; he had given her a spare key, "in case I ever forget something," though there was a definite underlying meaning in those words. She walked through the green, rubbery vines that hung from the trees into the occamy exhibit, where many tiny, violet and indigo snake like creatures greeted her with a series of chirps. "Hello," Tina said softly, holding out her hands for one to slither on. They were awfully apprehensive of her at first, not doing anything she asked unless ordered by Newt, but gradually her kindness to them took its toll and they began to trust her. Though she suspected it also had to do with her and Newt's relationship status as well. Things had progressed smoothly over the last two years; they basically lived at each other's apartments now, though neither had made the motion of fully moving in. The occamy wrapped itself around Tina's shoulders as she exited its enclosure, her entourage of creatures providing a wonderful company. Dougal pulled gently at the hem of her blouse, inspiring her to look down and see what he pointed at. A large smile began to spread on her face as she spotted Newt, his hair shiny and golden in the artificial sunlight as he worked to feed a runespoor.

He looked beautiful. Tina reveled in the sight of him for more than her fair share of moments before he turned around and got a glimpse of her, flashing his toothy grin as he raised a hand. "Welcome home, darling!" He called, wiping his hands off with a rag before making his way toward her, arms spreading wide.

"Home?" Tina inquired, raising an eyebrow as Newt enveloped her in a hug. He kissed her for a moment: a short, no-nonsense kiss, and smiled at her comical look. "That's a new one."

Newt chuckled nervously, avoiding her eye. "Yes, well, you technically live down here now, don't you? There's rarely a time when we aren't together." At Tina's look, he continued. "That's not a bad thing! I thoroughly enjoy every moment we spend together. I love you, Tina."

"That's true, and I love you too," Tina responded, beginning to walk around the case. A slight breeze picked up, gently swirling her waves behind her face. The sun had begun to set, and a soft glow emitted from the artificial light in the case. Tina took a deep breath, enjoying the familiar sent of Newt's case. She could spend her entire life here, she thought to herself.

Not that she was going to.

Tina sighed, ridding herself of the thought. Those were nothing but intrusive, false lies she thought sometimes. She could never present these ideas to Newt, however, because he would most certainly take them to heart.

Newt noticed her change in demeanor and quickly came to action. "What's upsetting you, my love?" He asked, keeping enough open for the conversation but allowing Tina room to exit in case she didn't want to talk about it. He always was sure to do this, as Tina was a complicated figure. There were times she wanted to talk and times she wanted to be left completely alone. The timing varied on both her tone and the setting of the conversation.

Tina turned to face him, deciding that now was her only chance to finalize the thoughts she'd been suffering for awhile. "Newt..." she started, meeting his concerned gaze. She took a deep breath before continuing. "Do you see a future for us?"

Newt swallowed hardly, ignoring the lump in his jacket's pockets that had been there for days.

"Erm..." he started, unsure of what to say. Of course he saw a future for them, he was planning on proposing to her! He fidgeted with his hands while searching for an answer, his mind flicking back to the Ministry letter he had received the day before purchasing her ring.

The Ministry had offered him a position as a research lead and expert on an ancient beast that travelled through London once every few decades, a breed of creature nobody knew much about. Newt hesitantly accepted the offer, and was off on his way.

"It's okay if you don't," said an anxious Tina, biting her bottom lip. "I'm sorry I said it, just forget I ever aske-"

"Of course I see a future with you, Tina!" Newt started, desperate not to lose her in this time of need. He wouldn't— no, couldn't— let her get away. Not when he had their entire life together to look forward to. "I love you, and I want to build a life with you. I would be honored to have a future with you, in whichever capacity that could be. If only..."

Tina's face had fallen. "If only... what?"

Newt knew this was a pivotal moment. He thought carefully before speaking. "I got a letter from the Ministry. They want me to go back to London to research a magical creature they've just discovered," he said, avoiding Tina's eyes. Newt hesitated before saying the next sentence. "They want me to go back in four months."

He watched as Tina's face dropped, and a million different emotions seemed to take place at once. Anger, confusion, sadness, fear. All of those were accomplished in what felt like a millisecond before Tina began to stutter out a response.

"No, they can't, we- you have a life here, in New York. They can't just whisk you away whenever they please just because they want someone to research creatures that they could study perfectly fine themselves. It just... it isn't fair!" Tina said, her accent growing thicker as quickly as her voice did shrill. She threw her arms into the air before placing both of her hands on her temple, burying her face in them with a sigh. The occamy had long since slithered off of her shoulders, not wanting to endure listening to the two argue any longer than it had to. "It's not right. They can't force you."

Newt shuffled for a few moments, sticking his hands in his pockets as he watched the ground beneath his shoes. A stray piece of grass stumbled around the floor, and it took all of Newt's willpower not to scoop it up and finish his plan early. His plan that had gone horribly wrong. "Actually, Tina... I volunteered to do it," he admitted, avoiding her eye.

The silence that followed was deafening. Though she made no noise, Newt winced. Tina's refusal to speak was enough. She tensed up and turned around, busying herself with the feeding of a creature. She stared at it intently, willing herself not to cry. He'd volunteered to leave? After everything they'd built- a home, careers, a life, he'd decided to go back to London? Her mind raced, and Tina was unable to form a steady thought as panic after worry after anger rehashed in her mind. Newt stuttered behind her, trying to find the words to rectify his mistake. "I'm sorry, I know it was a rash decision, but it was an opportunity I've been waiting for for years-"

"Years?! What, have you just been waiting for a perfect time to up and leave?" Tina yelled, not believing what Newt was telling her. She knew she was being irrational, but the thought that he'd wanted to leave for so long absolutely tore her apart. It was one of her fleeting thoughts; sometimes he would mention how he missed London, but she knew she'd be the same if it were the other way around. But if he left for London, that would mean she'd lost him. For good. Tina couldn't stop the indomitable tears that began to fall from her eyes.

Newt stared back at Tina, who still faced away from him, flabbergasted that she would make such a claim. "No, Tina, no. If I could stay here and study the creatures here I would. But they only travel in packs throughout London once every few years, it could be a decade before they come again," He explained, taking a few cautious steps toward her before stopping. "I would never leave you on purpose. I don't want to leave you here. If there was a way I could take you to London with me, and you could live there with me, I'd have told you."

He began to realize that his plan was diminishing drastically, and the small box that resided in the pocket of his waistcoat seemed to weigh one thousand more pounds.

Tina was quiet for a long time, sitting down on a bench in the case to steady herself.

"How are we going to get through this?" Tina whispered, allowing a few tears to fall from her eyes before wiping them away and standing up. "How will we survive with an ocean between us?"

Newt held onto Tina's forearm, trying to comfort her. "We did it before, we can do it once more. It would be for just a few months and I'll be back. If I can find a way to get you to London with me I will, but I'm not sure how the laws work between MACUSA and the Ministry," he explained, and she nodded. It was difficult to accept, but this was the opportunity of Newt's lifetime. Tina knew she couldn't take that away from him.

"Is there any way you know of that I could go to London with you?"

Newt could feel it. It bubbled in his chest, his heart pumping the fastest it'd ever gone.

"Marry me," Newt said all of a sudden, and before he could stop himself he was reaching into the top pocket of his waistcoat. The black box showed itself, and the simple ring began to reveal itself. But when Newt realized Tina had stilled and wasn't speaking, instead staring at him, his hands stopped. "I-I'm sorry, it was out of place for me to say that, if I've upset you-"

"No," Tina said, walking toward him and shaking her head. Newt felt his entire world crashing down on him. She'd rejected him, and he couldn't help the tears that began to fill his eyes. "Don't apologize, I-" Tina stopped mid-sentence when she saw the state Newt was in, and everything seemed to click. "Oh, you stupid idiot, yes, yes, I'll marry you, of course I will!"

Tina crashed into him then, enveloping him in the most passionate embrace he'd ever felt. She kissed him once, twice, three times, before backing away. "Did you want to do it proper?" She asked. Newt nodded.

Tina smiled considerably as she watched him get on one knee. "Tina..." he started, opening the box and revealing the ring that was inside. "Porpentina... Goldstein, I have loved you ever since the day I met you. You have brought so much joy into my life; you accepted me when no one else would, cared for me when everyone else was as sick as I, and cared for my creatures as if they were your own. I'm in the hopes that someday they will be. Will you, Tina Goldstein, give me the pleasure of being your husband?"

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[harry-sussex]

You're lovely, and I enjoy seeing your blog on my dashboard. I'm sorry this has been such a difficult thing to process. It's always really difficult to rework an image of someone you once thought you knew. However I'd like to just put it out there - sometimes (I think the large majority of the time) news is presented in the most sensationalist way, such that nowadays I make a point of de-sensationalizing any news I read in my head. In the case of the whole Harry's memoir thing- I can sympathize with Harry as a person possibly just wanting to take back some control of the narrative for himself. Not just in the most recent events with family (that I tend to think are less horrifying than the fandom/Twitter sussex squad discusses it anyway), but in all aspects of his life. I do not at all think he's going to put his family on blast. I can easily imagine Meghan reigning that dialogue in; she has the tendency to think before she speaks that he seems to lack. And he loves his family. Similar to The Interview promos, I imagine the publishing house knew to increase the interest by implying it to be a tell all memoir. I think he's just done a lot of growing up that he didn't know he had to do over a short period of time, esp re: implicit bias/racism in the setting of media's blatant attack on someone he loves, and is disappointed by the institution's and his family's response to it. I think he's emerged a more introspective and aware human, albeit a disillusioned one. Yes it breaks my heart to think that Meghan won't get a break from the tabloids any time soon. If I were him I'd counsel him to write it & sit on it for a few yrs. But I don't want to give the media the power to destroy Meghan in my mind, and I pray she & Harry won't either. I think she'll be okay. She's a strong one, and I think he's able to draw that same link for himself and be thoughtful about what he does. No one likes being misunderstood/misinterpreted, and I wouldn't be surprised if Harry's especially triggered by that given his history with the press. Maybe this idea emerged from therapy, idk. I can empathize with that, even if I wouldn't do it myself. I hope and pray Meghan gets the support she needs from him and her loved ones in the meantime. I'm honestly not going to read it. I think the less attention I give the BRF the better off they are, unless they're doing something immoral/illegal (see: Woking pizza alibi). And I think at the end of the day, people will unfairly judge other people, especially public figures that have tragic pasts and are publically fighting with the media. A lot of it is going to be noise and I'm not going to give my energy into figuring it out. I like to think I've got a good sense of who they are as people - flawed but ultimately well meaning and earnest. I'm a huge admirer of Meghan and think Harry got really lucky with this one and I'm proud of him for choosing her in more ways than one. I believe Harry and Meghan are lovely people, and I 100% believe their interview. I believe that there are people in the palace with a lot of unchecked power who deliberately uncovered her and Archie from BRF protection for reasons of believed superiority over Meg & Arch. And they're figuring out how to deal with that as a couple and a family. And it's none of my business past that imo. I pray for them and hope it'll eventually end in peace for them all. Just wanted to add another perspective, and hopefully some levity. xx M

Hi, dear. First thing’s first, I really appreciate that this is off anon lol. I love it when people own their opinions, and it says a lot that you did. So thank you for that.

Second of all, I really appreciate the nuance and perspective that is in this message. I agree that the news is sensationalist, and my initial reaction was based off of that. I did watch the promotional clips of the interview and I believe it did sour my expectations going into it when I watched it nearly a week after it aired. I did my best to stay away from Tumblr because I didn’t want that to hinder my view, but it was impossible to separate the promotions that presented the information one way from what it actually was, and thank you for bringing that up with respect to the memoir because I hadn’t considered it. I will say that my knee jerk reaction is pretty on par with the way I still feel about it 24 hours later, especially since I got the news directly, not from Tumblr or Twitter or anywhere else, but you’re right that it could have soured my view from the very start.

I appreciate that he wants to take back some of the narrative but I think that ship has sailed, tbh. He did that with the interview and now I just think it feels like information overload. At some point, people are going to get tired of hearing the wealthy, privileged, powerful Prince complain about his life while more than 4 million people have died due to a global pandemic in less than 2 years. Not to say that he doesn’t struggle - in the words of Roxane Gay, there is no oppression Olympics (and that can be extended to struggle Olympics) - but people view it that way and will get tired of it, if they haven’t already.

I also agree that Harry’s past with the press has tarnished the way he has handled the media and the public post-exit, when he’s finally in a position to strike back without being somewhat obliged to them as part of the circumstances of his birth. I understand and sympathize with him but I just don’t think the public does, and the public matters much, much more than the perspective of one single American fan, to whom he’s never been obliged, and I simply do not think the public will afford him that same understanding, sympathy, and leniency. The public and the media are critical to his humanitarian work - his mother never realized that towards the end of her life, and I truly don’t think she would have been the martyr/saint she is perceived to be now if she had lived, because she did not know how to meet the media in the middle and eventually that started to piss people off. He’s starting to piss people off now and if it doesn’t bother him personally (which it definitely does), I don’t want it to affect his causes. The Invictus Games, Sentebale, Walking with the Wounded, WellChild, Mayhew, Smartworks, Archewell, etc. deserve better than to suffer the wrath of the media and an apathetic public because their patrons simply will not shut up lol.

I guess my point is that they will be unfairly judged (regardless, but especially due to the way they’re handling things), and I think it would suit them better in the long run if they adopted a different strategy. I really sympathize with the fact that he feels frustrated with the narrative that has been manufactured but I really, really think the narrative will only get worse and worse as he continues to go on and on about how badly his life sucks, basically. Again, I don’t deny that he struggles - we all do, some more than others, especially when there are mental health issues - but the public, to me, simply does not care. My own therapist has told me to simply stop caring about the things that I discuss with him. Not to say that they’re not relevant, important, or worthy of discussion - they absolutely are - but his point is that you cannot change people and you are wasting your energy and struggling yourself because you want to change them so, so, so badly that you’re neglecting your own self care in the process. I hate that I do it to myself and I also hate that he appears to be doing it to himself. I’m sure a lot of this conversation has been brought up in his own therapy, and I’m no professional, but I’m doing my best to heed the advice of my own therapist - which is the opposite of what Harry is doing - and it’s done wonders for me, when I actually can do it.

If there’s anything I know from this whole thing, it’s that Harry is absolutely punching above his weight, love him as I may, and that he adores, adores, adores his wife. He has chosen her from the very second she came into his life and I couldn’t want anything more for him or from her. I’m not going to lie, I would have been in this thing for any wife that Harry chose, because I was here long before Meghan specifically came into his life. However, I am glad every day that he chose her, that he loves her, that he wants to protect her, that she loves him back, that he lives the life with her that he’s wanted as long as I (and I’m sure he) can remember. I love her because he loves her, and I would have no matter what, because at the end of the day, it’s his happiness and comfort that matters to me, that has mattered to me since I discovered him and how wonderful he can be more than 7 years ago. What more could I ask of Meghan? What more, as his fan to the end (annoy me as he may), could I want for him? Who could say anything about her in that regard? If there’s anything that has come of this mess, to me, it’s that Harry loves, loves, loves his wife. I will always be happy for him and I will always be proud of him for choosing her, even if I don’t always agree with the way he goes about it.

I’m looking forward to peace, too. I cannot wait for things to just die out, for them to work things out as a couple and as a family, and for everyone to move on. The family will still do their thing and the Sussexes can do theirs, but I cannot deal with this back and forth, tit for tat, petty nonsense anymore. They’re wonderful and flawed, like the rest of them (except Andrew), and I just hope that they can all come to some kind of agreement or terms that lets this die down. It’s exhausting for everyone - themselves included. If I’m this tired, I can only imagine how tired they all are.

Thanks for stopping by, and sorry for the essay (essays, these past 24 hours lol). I really appreciate your kindness in this message, your presence in my notifications (I do see them!), your nuanced perspective and like I said before, I really, really appreciate that you own it!

#Ask #possibilitiesofsainthood #Prince harry #duke of sussex #meghan markle #duchess of sussex #phmemoir

[hopeless-lovex0]

I HAVE A DREAM (PART 10)

Kim Hongjoong Fanfic

Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.

TA-DA Here’s part 10 of I Have A Dream!!!! What do you guys think of this weeks update ? Do you guys think I’m dragging this too long or am I taking things too fast? I would love to hear what you guys think of this and I would also like to hear what your guys favorite song in the recent album 😊 I really enjoy Precious and If without U 😄 Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR ATEEZ’S MAKNAE 🥳🥳 Our baby is growing up 😔👏🏻👏🏻

San had never been more scared and anxious then in that moment, sitting down face to face with the second most important woman in his life ( his mother being first ).

He always remained cool and collected, never one to easily break under pressure, knowing that his members had his back no matter what. In this case, he was all alone.

In the small, barely illuminated living room sat San leaning against the soft sofa. His now numb ankle still propped on top of the small stool, the cream Y/N applied on him doing loads to reduce the pain. Across from from on a white worn down chair that creaked every time someone put pressure on it sat Y/N, her presence calming yet causing his heart to race a million miles per hour.

He watched as she looked at him, her sharp calculating eyes waiting for him to talk, the silence around them slowly suffocating him. Licking his lips, he searches his head for the right words to say before finally opening his mouth to speak.

“ T-The day after you left to visit your parents, the rest of the guys and I went to your guys apartment... We were planning on taking hongjoong out with us to spend the day at the arcade or something.” San says stopping for a quick second to make sure that Y/N is able to keep up with him.

“ Yunho was about to knock on the door, but it opened all of the sudden... That's when we saw them.. she was leaving when they opened the door and once she saw us, she just ran off.” he says, watching a Y/N squeezes her eyes shut.

“ I can stop if you want me too y’know... I don't want you to go through that again.” San quickly throws out, not wanting to cause any more pain to her.

Y/N shakes her head, opening her eyes and staring right back at San. “ I want to know.” She firmly states, her teary eyes blazing with determination causing San to slowly continue his story.

“ We dragged him back inside and he started talking about how he was planning on telling you after you came back from your parent's house. He said that the only one who owned you an explanation was him, for us to keep quiet and let him be the one to tell you.” he explains, looking at everything else except for her not wanting to see the pain in her eyes.

“ After that, we expected him to tell you but he just continued to sleep with her. He would constantly guilt trip is into keeping quiet, saying that he should be the one to tell you, but he never did. We wanted to tell you... We really did but we would constantly give him what he wanted and we realized how shitty that was. I know how bad it was for us to keep quiet but please believe me when I say that we wanted to tell you more than anything.” he rants out, quickly getting everything out in case Y/N decides to stop listening to him.

He watches as Y/N stands up and turns away from him, rubbing her swollen stomach the action helping with calming her down.

She stands with her back to him for a couple of seconds before turning around and walking towards him. Extending her arm, she takes his phone from his hand and unlocks it.

“ What are you doing...?” he asks as she starts to type on his phone, watching as she finishes typing and tosses his phone back to him.

Quickly grabbing his phone and unlocking it, he opens up his recent app before clicking on the messages icon. The recent conversation between Seonghwa and Y/N popping up.

“ I don't understand... Why did you invite him.. Invite everyone..?” San mutters out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion on her sudden action. “ You explained your part... So now I want the rest of them to explain themselves as well. Plus you need someone to come pick you up don't you? Or do you plan on walking back in the rain with a sprained ankle?” She asks him and all San does is shake his head side to side knowing that Y/N is right.

Running out of things to say, he watches as she begins to clean up the wrappers from the bandages she used for him. She grabs the medical kit, making sure that everything is in place before walking back to the kitchen and placing it where she originally grabbed it from. Leaning against the countertop Y/N lets out a big sigh, running her hand through her hair from everything that's been thrown at her recently.

Shaking her head, she places one hand on her belly and begins to rub it for comfort. “ I really hope I'm doing to right thing angel.” She whispers to her swollen stomach, deciding to wait in the kitchen till the rest of the guys arrive to her house.

Sure enough 15 minutes later, she hears a serious of desperate knocks hit her door the harsh noise breaking the silence of the house causing her to jump from how loud the person outside hits on the worn-out wood door. Walking towards the entrance she sees San give her a look from the corner of her eye before finally taking ahold of the door handle and swinging it open.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

The harsh water droplets hit the window that Seonghwa was perched against, the wind howling loudly like it does in scary movies. He watches as lightning strikes in the distance, the loud boom of thunder following right after causing the house to shake a little. He slowly starts to pace back and forth, bringing his hand up to his mouth and biting his nails from how anxious he is.

20 minutes had gone by since San left the warm house, in search for his ugly blue airpod case giving to him as a present. Seonghwa exits the kitchen and instead starts pacing in front of the main entrance, various thought floating around his head. Maybe he went to buy snacks? Or maybe he got caught in the rain and took shelter somewhere, he's probably taking his phone out right now and dialing the older male right? Seonghwa thinks to himself, taking out his phone and expecting it to light up from San calling but only sighing out when he sees no missed calls or unread messages.

He continues to pace for 5 more minutes before his phone starts vibrating in his pocket, a new message from San on display. Unlocking his phone he clicks on the message expecting San to tell him that he got caught in the rain or that he found his case but decided to buy food, but instead is meet with a text saying “San sprained his ankle” causing him to stop his pacing and face twist in confusion.

Who exactly is texting me? He thinks before more texts come pilling in. The last text the person with San sends causes him to huff in annoyance, not knowing who he's dealing with especially when one of the members is hurt.

Rapidly tapping his finger on his phone, he starts asking questions on San health before asking who the person is. His eyes widen in shock when the last text he gets from them is the person he least expected. Y/N

Rereading the last messages she sent to him, Seonghwa runs towards the closest room and opens the door, Yunho and Mingi starting back at him with questioning eyes. “ Get dressed and gather everyone else except Hongjoong.” He breaths out, then runs back out before they have a chance to ask him what's wrong.

Running back towards the entrance, he throws on his jacket and shoves his feet into his boots grabbing a big clear umbrella before hearing the rest of the guys run up behind him.

Turning around he spots everyone (except Hongjoong) wrapped in warm clothing, Yunho and Yeosang carrying umbrellas as well. “ Okay so here's the deal, San sprained his ankle and right now he's at someone's house hiding from the rain so we have to go get him.” Explains Seonghwa, before turning back around and opening the door.

“ Woah Woah Woah okay wait.” Calls out Jongho causing Seonghwa to stop in his tracks and turn back around to look at him. “ I get someone needs to go get him and everything but why are we all going? And who is he with anyways? Did a random nice stranger take him or what ?” Jongho fires away, causing Seonghwa to sigh out and take out his phone clicking on the recent combo shoving his phone into the younger ones' hands. “ Because the person that helped him is Y/N.” Seonghwa says and that's all Jongho needs to hear before taking the umbrella from Seonghwa and walking out, turning around and telling the older male to hurry up.

With that all 6 of them venture out in the pouring rain to get their friend, but also gain another one back.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Standing across from her are 6 full-grown men huddling close to each other for warmth, the younger ones whining out to the older ones before shutting up once the door opens.

“ San is inside in the living room.” She says before walking away from them, the guys scrambling after her like little duckling following the mother. Walking into the living room, they notice San sitting in one of the sofas and his foot elevated on a stool white bandages wrapped around his ankle. Wooyoung is the first one to break away from the group and run to San’s side, asking him if he's okay and if he's hurting only to have San silence him with a shake of his head.

Turning around he spots the rest of the guys crowding around him, giving him worrying glazes and all he does is give them a small smile directing his attention to the pregnant woman leaning against the doorway.

The rest of the guys seems to sense the tense atmosphere because they all turn back around and stare right back at Y/N. She tilts her head towards the sofas, all of them immediately walking towards the cool leather and sitting down waiting for her to speak.

“ San here told me what happened that lead us to this moment... And even though I know San can't lie to save his life, I want to hear everything from everyone.” She says and that's all the guys need to hear before diving into telling Y/N everything that happened until now. Every single one of them speaking up one by one before they run out of things to say, watching as Y/N stares at them with emotionless eyes.

“ I'm guessing he's here too.” Is all she asks and the only thing the guys can do is nod, watching as Y/N places a protective hand on her stomach.

“ We can keep him away from you if you want!” shouts out Yunho and the rest of the guy's yell out in agreement, causing Y/N to jump in shock. “ You guys... would do that for me..?” She slowly asks and all they do is nod in response.

“ We own you that and so much more.” speaks out Seonghwa before getting interrupted by the youngest. “ Noona... Does this mean you forgive us?” He shyly speaks up, the rest of the guys staring at Y/N for her answer.

Letting out a big sigh, Y/N keeps quiet for a couple seconds considering if she should before making up her mind. “ You guys really broke my trust when you let this go on for that long, but then again you guys didn't force him to sleep with my ex-best friend... I just wish you guys would have told me, regardless of how Hongjoong would have acted.” Y/N says causing some of the guys to drop their heads in shame and San to look away from her in guilt.

“ But I am willing to try and forgive you guys... You just have to earn my trust back.. Do you guys think you can do that?” She asks them and all of them immediately nod their heads furiously, Mingi and Wooyoung shouting out in agreement.

“ Okay then... Please don't let me down again...” She says as she watches the 7 men in her living room beam with excitement.

Jongho timidly walks up to her and calls out her name, causing the rest of the guys to hush down in order to see the interaction. “ Noona... Is it fine if I hug you..?” He shyly asks and all Y/N does is smile at him and pull him into her arms, the maknae of the group quickly wrapping his arms around the girl he missed most.

They stand there hugging a couple seconds before wooyoung yanks Jongho away from her and envelops the pregnant girl in his arms instead, causing the maknae to yell out in protest. Their bickering causing the pregnant girl to laugh in amusement and they all swear their hearts skip a beat from how much they missed her laughing.

Before their bickering can get any louder, Seonghwa walks up to Y/N and gives her a small smile leaning over and hugging the pregnant woman carefully. “ Do you mind if I touch your belly..?” he asks as he pulls away from her and Y/N takes ahold of his hands, placing them on her swollen belly causing the ruckus around them to quiet down.

“ Do you know what gender they are.” He asks, causing the girl to shake her head no. “ That would be on my next appointment.” she states and he hums in acknowledgment still having his hands placed against her belly.

“ Do you have any names in mind?” Yeosang speaks up causing Y/N to smile at him. “ If it's a girl I plan on naming her after my grandmother, but if it's a boy I was thinking about naming him... Jongho.” she explains, the maknae a couple of feet away from her gasping out in shock.

Turning towards him, she watches as the younger male shakily points to himself an expression of surprise places on his face. “ I hope you don't mind... I was already planning on naming my first boy that even when I was still with Hongjoong.. If you don't like it, I can think of another name.” Y/N rushes out when she sees the tears well up in his eyes, but all he does is shake his head and rush towards her to hug her again, carefully lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.

Setting her down, he gives her a gummy smile and gets down on his knees being eye level with her belly. “ I would be honored if you named him after me.” Jongho whispers out causing everyone in the room to coo at the maknae's actions.

Y/N shakes her head at his actions, missing the guy's crazy actions but knowing that's it's going to be a while till they can fully gain her trust. The way they are willing to protect her and her child from Hongjoong and the way they already love her unborn child breaking down the wall she built just a tiny bit.

She stands there as the guys take turns touching her belly and then walking towards San who is still seated against the sofa, taking one of his hands and placing it on her tummy. His face immediately breaking out in a big grin showing his deep dimples, missing the looks the rest of the guys give each other. They stand there watching the two in their own little world, San asking her various questions while still having his hands placed upon her belly unbeknownst to them how San slowly and tenderly starts rubbing his thumb across her covered skin.

All of a sudden their small reunion is interrupted by the sound of bags dropping to the floor, the sudden sound causing everyone's head to snap towards the hallway exposed to the living room. “ What the fuck is going on here?!” She hears her brother say, staring at them with an angry yet confused glare.

Y/N nervously chuckles out, walking towards her brother and taking his hands in hers.

“ Umm.. Welcome home...?”

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #kpop angst #kpop imagines #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

[twilight-deviant]

So I never saw the Timeless movie but enjoyed your feedback on the show while it was in progress and agreed with you much of the time-- is the movie worth watching ? I'm scared it's going to be rushed, sloppy, and ly@tt garbage

First of all, thank you for valuing my opinion enough to ask. I haven’t rambled about Timeless in awhile, but I’m flattered you enjoyed and remembered my feedback when I did. ♥

Sadly, I have to report that Timeless finale is a movie disliked by Garcy fans, Riya fans, and gen fans alike. Pretty much the only way to like it is if you’re the target audience: Lucy/Wyatt shippers. Or maybe if you’re a very, very casual fan.

Full disclosure: I have not actually watched the Timeless movie. Like you, I feared it would abandon everything Timeless stood for, everything we loved, to waste its last moments on Lucy/Wyatt fan service. Aaaaaand I was right. Good call me on not watching it live. It might have broken my heart. I got the information later through friends and research. And tbh, hearing everything second-hand was actually hilarious. Yes, it was upsetting, but the writing is SO BAD, I actually laughed. Out loud. I may have cried laughing. It’s just… so bad. XD

I spent months dreading a worst case scenario for the movie, and when the time came, it was every bit that. (And then some? Somehow?) But when it got here, all of my fears turned to hilarity. I was RELIEVED. After months of being afraid, I finally felt free. I thought “This is what I was afraid of?” Because toxic shippers in the fandom got everything they wanted, just the way they wanted, but it is HORRIBLE! Because what they wanted was BAD. It watches just like the badly written fanfiction they demanded. Which is ALL this movie is: badly written fanfiction.

To quote Claudia Doumit when she read the script: “It feels like a fan wrote the movie.” Perhaps she means that in a positive way, but if a professional is writing “like a fan,” spoiler alert, it’s never a positive thing. It’s a “basic” thing.

Timeless movie is SO BAD that it is the least rewatched episode of all Timeless. Delayed returns on it are borderline embarrassing. Few people except Lucy/Wyatt shippers wanted to subject themselves to it a second time. Not to mention that support for Timeless and a third renewal fell into steep decline after the premiere. It seems not many people want more if this is the “more” we might have to look forward to.

imo, Future television writers should study this movie for direct examples of what NOT to do. It’s every worst case scenario, presented to you at breakneck speed. You barely have time to get over one absurdity before the next one hits. Not gonna lie. I’ll give kudos where due. I am legitimately IMPRESSED that writing managed to get every single thing wrong. Do you know how statistically impossible that is?!?!

Timeless movie really sort of took all the negatives, low points, disproportionate focus on romance, and bad writing of S2 and ran with them. That’s what it is. Concentrated S2, minus any good parts.

Basically, if you are a fan of Flynn, Lucy, Rufus, Jiya, Jessica, Emma, Connor, Denise, good writing, feminism, no plotholes, Riya, Garcy, or TIMELESS, please do not watch the Timeless movie. Save yourself. If your first (only?) priority is Wyatt and Lucy/Wyatt, go right ahead. It was made just (only?) for you.

Though obviously, I can’t/won’t stop you from watching. You may still want to form your own opinion, and if so, you have my full support. I hope that you find something appealing to make it worth your time. I especially hope that if you don’t, it doesn’t ruin Timeless for you, as it has other people. I still may watch it myself one day. I may. But not for entertainment purposes. Really just to mock it from a more informed standpoint. I’ve considered live-blogging the event. lol.

As is though, I basically know the entire movie through aforementioned friends and research. And I will summarize below the cut on the ways this movie failed Timeless and its fans. (PS: This is by no means everything. There’s just SO MUCH and I got tiiiired thinking about this monstrosity! Anyone is free to add on whatever I didn’t cover.)

[Spoilers]

Future Lucy gives the journal to Wyatt, the writer’s attempt to take something that has always been Flynn/Lucy’s thing and make it a L/W thing. (Somehow, we’re supposed to ignore that this Lucy already would have given her journal to Flynn in 2014. Conveniently, illogically, she has it again. So she can give it to Wyatt.)

Future Wyatt announces that Jessica was lying about being pregnant. Right out the gate. Great. Now, they get to kill her. Don’t worry, writing will strip away her entire character first so we don’t feel guilty when an “evil Rittenhouse agent” dies. It’s fine to kill a woman who was brainwashed from childhood, but let’s not kill a baby. We’ll just erase it instead. That’s different because reasons.

Writing introduces a new stipulation that people can coexist with time travel, but staying too long will kill them. This will come in handy later.

Also the new, updated Lifeboat will conveniently be able to do whatever the plot needs. Coexist? Sure. Autopilot? Suuuuure. Able to jump multiple times on one charge as if it had a nuclear core like the Mothership? Why not?!

If you thought Rittenhouse wasn’t scary anymore in S2, well hold onto this writer’s beer. Gone is any intimidation or purpose they once stood for. Now that Emma is running things, all that matters is stealing art and money from the past. Caution: Never go full two-dimensional evil.

Wyatt decides Jessica has to die and he’s the one who has to do it. But after half an argument from the team, he gives in and agrees not to. FLYNN will clean up Wyatt’s mess instead! Because suddenly, all that matters is he loves Lucy. Not his family. Not stopping Rittenhouse. No, he has to do this so that Lucy can be with Wyatt and Rufus can be alive.

Flynn tells Lucy that the journal can be unreliable. Despite this, he goes to 2012 and dooms himself because he believes, without a doubt, that Lucy’s heart will always belong to Wyatt, something he, ya know, got from the journal. And that neeeeeever changes. I mean, some guy said it was unreliable, but his name escapes me right now.

When 1x06 first aired and we heard the story of how Jessica died and how it was very much Wyatt’s fault, painting him in a negative light, I thought to myself (almost three years ago), “Wow. If we ever get a flashback of that night, writing is going to retcon all of that so hard so that it doesn’t look like Wyatt’s fault.” And lo! It’s Jessica’s fault now. She made Wyatt get jealous on purpose. She made him drink too much. She MADE HIM let her out of the car, per text orders of Rittenhouse agent. Poor Wyatt, what a victim. (Periodic reminder that Timeless hates women.)

Writing in the scene with Jessica’s death is so bad that we’re actually left with no alternative BUT to believe Wyatt was the original killer that night. Rittenhouse agent tells Jessica to get out of the car. This saves her life. No other person is seen on this road (save Flynn later) that could be the killer. And what’s the other course (the original timeline)? Without instruction, Jessica would have stayed in the car. And died. Wow, I can’t believe Wyatt killed Jessica in a drunken, jealous rage, but also I can. Also also writing just told us he did. If Rittenhouse wanted to make sure she was okay, they would tell her to stay in the car with her soldier husband, no matter what. That would save her. But what do they do instead? Hmmmm…….

Flynn kills Jessica and hurries to the Lifeboat, feeling the effects of coexistence taking affect. Set course for any time but this one, am I right? Wrong. Nah, better just die. Flynn sends the Lifeboat back to 1848 for the team and stays in 2012 so he can see his family one last time and then die. Because true character development is letting your five-year-old die violently two weeks before Christmas when you still have the life and power to prevent it.

Why does all of our correspondence end the same? Reply, reply, and then *crickets* Notice me, senpai. TToTT

For some reason (I mean, I know the reason. It’s bad writing by an idiot), dead Flynn’s fingerprints do not pull up when police find a John Doe on the beach. Despite the fact that he worked with the NSA and his prints would be on file.

I can’t with this woman:

Anywaaaaaaay, Rufus returns in a way that breaks all time travel rules thus far established in the show. Even though the team was traveling in 1848 with Flynn, suddenly it’s reset so that Rufus was there the entire time. Which, even if writing wants to claim that’s SOMEHOW possible, is still illogical because to overwrite that timeline, the characters’ memories would have also been overwritten. However, they remain perfectly intact with everyone remembering Rufus died. (Except Rufus, of course.)

Flynn dies because he stayed in the past too long. The writer would then go on twitter and pretend the matter was out of her hands, even though she’s the one who set the condition. She WROTE the rule that killed him, SO she could kill him. (This was previously not going to be a condition on coexisting time travel. Source: Interviews in which it was suggested that had Timeless been renewed for S3, Future Lucy and Wyatt may have stuck around for a few episodes.)

Arika would also say on twitter that, in her opinion, Flynn didn’t deserve a happy ending, to the uproar of many.

Writing tries to claim that Flynn was always the person who killed Jessica in 2012. Deer lord at the plotholes.

And the holes keep comin and they don’t stop comin. ♫

It’s Christmas now. For some reason. When the team returns to the bunker, there are Christmas decorations everywhere and we’re told that it’s Christmas in present day. Even though it was May yesterday.

There are more than a dozen ways to save Flynn at this point, but Arika doesn’t like him and just wants Lucy/Wyatt to bang. So you can bet none of them will be used. Also because she’s an idiot, the woman claimed on twitter that Flynn can’t possibly be brought back because he died while time traveling. Uh-huh. First off, what? He absolutely can be saved. Secondly, tell me how Rufus died again?

The characters acknowledge Flynn for a minute (in a toast give by WYATT, of all people) before promptly forgetting he ever existed until the end of the movie. When they need him again.

When Rufus wants to get intimate, Jiya tells him that she suffered some form of abuse while stranded in the past. That’s it. We will never talk about this again. Forget it ever happened. They brought it up just to scar Jiya even further and then ignore it. Anyone who tells you Timeless loves women is lying. Timeless wants to torture and torment women. FOR NO REASON!

Emma is the only person who cares Jessica is now dead. Because it sure as shirt wasn’t going to be her husband who like two days ago was desperately trying to get her to come home to her “family.” (Remember kids, women are just baby makers. If there’s not a baby in there, she’s garbage, and a minute spent mourning is a minute you’re not banging the next lady.) Emma plots revenge on the team, and honestly, by this point, I say let her do it. They’re horrible people.

Lucy boldly says she won’t be Wyatt’s second choice. So she can forget she said it in 10 minutes, when she’s suddenly fine with it.

Rufus is alive again, but all of his memories after 2x03 are conveniently erased. In his timeline, Lucy/Wyatt have been together this whole time, and he’s their biggest fan. He actually, canonically, verbally says that he’s “Team L/yatt.” That’s great because otherwise we’re left with a Rufus whose last words on the subject are:

“You are so worried about your stupid Lucy-Jessica soap opera that you forgot that there are other people here. Who matter to each other. Who love each other. If anything happens to her, Wyatt… I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

Yeah, we can’t use that in the Lucy/Wyatt movie. Better erase the black man’s memory since he’s no longer serving his purpose: head cheerleader of the white couple!

Because Rufus’s memories are gone, all S2 development in the Riya relationship is gone with it. Damaging them even more after Jiya spent 3 years in the past (becoming hardened and almost a different person) and then watched him die. Don’t worry, writing will address none of this.

Rufus compares Lucy/Wyatt to Aragorn/Arwen. As a Tolkien nerd, I’ll throw down over this alone. IN WHAT WAY?!

There’s a pregnant woman in labor because leave no cliche unturned. Wyatt delivers the baby because what did I just say about cliches.

Lucy’s hormones go all a-twitter when she sees Wyatt holding said baby. Outside? In weather they admitted earlier is deathly freezing? (I mean, the mother might want to hold her own baby, but no. She has to get in line. Lucy absolutely HAS to have an epiphany that she needs Wyatt’s babies.)

Lucy decides that since Wyatt’s mistreatment of her was technically from another timeline, she can let go off all self-respect and tell herself he didn’t mean it. Also almost everyone else is dead or has their memories erased, so only they will know. Now Lucy can be with Wyatt and no one will judge her? Yay?

Despite Emma’s big speech in 2x10 about abandoning the pillars of “old Rittenhouse” and striking out on her own, she still backs down immediately when Denise makes Benjamin Cahill tell her to knock it off and surrender.

Emma dies at the hands of some deus ex machina random sniper. Letting us know the writer could no longer pretend she cared about any of this and just wanted to make Lucy/Wyatt bang. Are they banging yet? Bang now! Will this convenient and corny mistletoe move things along? Are they banging yet?

So Denise saves the day. In the most anti-climatic way. Meaning Rufus was never actually necessary and could have stayed dead. Actually, none of the team was necessary. Nothing in these episodes was necessary. All it took to end Rittenhouse was Denise and Ben. Roll credits.

Lucy decides NOT to save her sister Amy. Even though it’s what she has been fighting for since episode 2. Her reasoning? She says that trying to save the people they love has negative effects. (Let’s get one last jab at dead Flynn by saying, “Look at all the awful things that Flynn did in the name of saving his family.”) This is said in spite of the fact that Amy is SUPPOSED to be alive, and leaving her erased IS an alternate timeline, carrying the potential of being more catastrophic than SAVING HER and setting the events right.

PS: While in the past, Lucy JUST SAID, “What’s the point of saving history if we don’t save the people in it?” And then saved a stranger that was supposed to die. Writing for this movie does not care about consistency, only what’s relevant in the moment. And clearly the writer wanted Amy to stay dead.

Leaving Amy dead creates this lovely paradox:

Writer is too ignorant in time travel to understand that current timeline is erased, Lucy is now with Noah, and that is our endgame. Movie proceeds with Lucy/Wyatt ending.

The Mothership is dismantled for no reason. So now the team is stuck with ONE time machine for any future situations. Remind me again. Remind me. Why… did we have the Lifeboat in the first place? Oh yeah, Connor kept it in case the crew of the Mothership was ever stranded. And it came in handy after the Mothership was stolen. Right, who needs two time machines? Scrap her, boys!

In a flashforward to 2023, we see that Lucy is teaching at Stanford again. And she just got tenure! Which is a throwback to the Pilot, but completely ignores that it is not what Lucy wanted for herself, only what Carol influenced her into doing. Lucy’s dream job was to teach at a small college in Ohio. (Source: 1x14 conversation with Lindbergh.) But who CARES WHAT LUCY WANTS?! Certainly not a writer who barely knows the show upon which she is the showrunner.

Lucy is a thoroughly horrible fake feminist now. At her job, she teaches a general history class, but only talks about women in history. When a male student brings this up, Lucy says, “I meant to get to the men, but we just didn’t have time.Maybe in the spring, okay?” So he gets to sound sexist for valuing his education. Oh, wow, thanks. Feminism isn’t about ignoring men and acting like they’re not important. It’s about EQUALITY! Label your class as “Women’s History” if that’s all you’re going to teach. Also what if they don’t HAVE YOU next semester, Lucy?! They’re going on to their next classes completely unprepared. Remind me again how this woman got tenure? Because she didn’t get it in the Pilot due to her unconventional teaching methods. Somehow not adhering to your own course description is the secret to success?

Lucy and Wyatt have two twin girls named Flynn and Amy. There are so many bad fanfiction cliches I want to cry. TToTT Why are you making me cry? Never. name. the. second. generation. after. characters. that. died. It’s. THE. corniest. thing. Petition. to. stop!

Jiya and Rufus started “Riya Industries.” That’s right! They squeezed not one, BUT TWO fandom ship names into this nightmare. If you needed further proof no one was taking this movie seriously, here ya go.

2023 Lucy does take the journal to 2014 Flynn in the bar in Sao Paulo, but everything about it is wrong. Not only do Rufus and Wyatt accompany her, but the conversation leads to Lucy telling a man who just lost his family that he can change the past but will never save his family. Also he’ll die. And he should just accept all of that but still do what she says and sacrifice himself to save a world that hates him. And the entire conversation takes place in about a minute. I mean, people had a hard time believing Flynn would buy into Lucy’s story and do what she said after 2x08 premiered. Now? NO EFFING WAY!

A clip (deleted scene from Pilot) of 2016 Flynn at the end shows him about to raid Mason Industries and start us over again. In other words, he is stuck in Hell loop for eternity. His family will die in 2014, he will do horrible things he hates to save them and the world from Rittenhouse, and he will die unnecessarily to save the world. Then Lucy will go back in time, give him the journal, and start him on this quest all over again, knowing full well that he is a good man and this will destroy his soul. But she doesn’t care (actually smiles as she approaches him) because he “did bad things” and the writer thinks he deserves this. Even though Lucy is the one who set him on this path and one can EASILY argue it is all her doing and Flynn was nothing but her tool. Don’t worry, she gets her happy ending.

The movie closes on a young girl designing specs for her own time machine. Motives unknown, other than general interest, same as Connor in the beginning. The writer thinks this is an AMAZING open ending, leaving plenty of groundwork for more Timeless when fans get it renewed for a third time. (It is not. No one cares. You killed Timeless and flew all its plots into the ground.)

In conclusion, yes, worst case scenario on every single plot point. Timeless does nothing to prove or even suggest it deserves a third chance. I personally am left wishing it had never been renewed after the initial cancellation following S1. Let it stay dead now. Forever. It has done nothing to deserve yet another chance.

RIP Timemess.

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Mmh. Random. I'm bad with prompt but I always thought as a lot of people already said, Bayleth confronting Edelgard about Jeralt, maybe after the war, maybe after the timeskip, or maybe after giving her the ring. Like, Edelgard I want to marry you, the ring was my father's.. do you miss him?/I do/ And Bayleth still adjusting to the beating heart, trying to sort out her feeling and asking Edelgard about it. (Because Monica did speak a lot with Edl). ...This is not a prompt, neither a light thing*

*to write, but I’d like to see how you imagine it went..! (If you want to write it..!)

okay! okay okay okay. this is something I have thought about a lot. pre-timeskip. post-timeskip. sooo many different possibilities of how, where, and when this unfolded. so what follows is just one of those possibilities.

this is pre-timeskip, as I recently played through this cutscene in my replay of CF and, with this prompt idea already in my head, it just clicked. 

potentially may eventually write out other alternate scenarios, and/or a post-timeskip around Byleth presenting El with the ring as you also suggested (which is another thing I think about a lot) but in the meantime, enjoy!

oh also this one turned out kiiinda long so a chunk of it is below a cut. turns out I just can’t help myself sometimes. ^^;

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Byleth stood, unmoving, staring at the wall in the little private space she had found in the provisional camp. In truth, she didn’t even see the wall – too lost in her own thoughts, replaying over and over in her mind the recent events that had led her and the Black Eagles to the Imperial camp. 

Footsteps approached from behind, which she heard faintly; though it wasn’t until words broke through the silence that the Professor was pulled from her thoughts.

“Professor, may I speak with you?” 

Byleth turned to see Edelgard, a concerned frown on the young woman’s features, and gave a slight nod. “Of course.” It was only inevitable they would need to talk, and they had yet to do so since their arrival at the camp — and what would be said had of course played out in the Professor’s mind.

The emperor’s gaze lowered. “I appreciate it. I…”

A short silence followed. In those pretend conversations which had played out in her mind, Byleth had imagined herself speaking fiercely, sharply, as she sought answers for the questions plaguing her thoughts – though quickly, any such feelings evaporated at seeing just how concerned the young woman was, and she nudged gently: “What’s wrong?”

Edelgard, gaze still averted, let out a small sign. “I’m just…anxious. It feels like the weight of this burden is crushing me. At this very moment, on my orders, I’m starting a war. An army far larger than the one that attacked the Holy Tomb last month will soon be locked in battle. Long-devised strategies are unfolding across Fódlan. Leaders are deciding their loyalties and preparing to fight…” The emperor shifted on her feet, still not quite meeting Byleth’s gaze – yet it was clear the words were a weight on Edelgard’s mind, and Byleth found herself happy to take some of that weight simply by listening. “So many generals and soldiers will die. It’s inevitable that civilians will get caught up in the chaos as well. There will be countless casualties. With a single command, the flames of war will rage across all corners of this realm. And I am the one who is giving the order.”

The emperor’s words hung in the air. In the silence that followed, her words from the Holy Tomb echoed in Byleth’s mind: “I’m sorry, my teacher. I cut this path, and now I must follow it.” 

“This is the path you chose, isn’t it?”

The words escaped the Professor a little more abruptly than she had intended, and she noticed when a slight hardness entered Edelgard’s eyes in response.

“Yes, it is.” Edelgard had straightened, and was then meeting Byleth’s gaze. “There is no turning back. No matter how much blood flows at my feet, I will not relent. We must break the bonds that the depraved church has placed on Fódlan. These sacrifices will allow us to create a future where we never need sacrifice again. It may seem contradictory, but it’s the only way.”

A nervous laugh escaped Edelgard, then; the hardness fading from her eyes, as she lifted a gloved hand to brush a strand of hair to the side. “Listen to me. I made up my mind long ago. Yet here I am, seeking your approval. Tell me the truth, my teacher. Are you happy with your decision to stay by my side?” She paused, then; as though afraid to continue with the words already on the tip of her tongue. Yet not afraid of the words themselves; only of the possible response. “Unlike me, you can still walk away from all this. This path leads to the death of the archbishop and the servants of the church. Can you live with that?”

It was a question Byleth had, in part, been contemplating – if not trying to justify to herself. It all came back to Edelgard. Byleth had been fond of the young woman from the start, there was no denying; equally, she had been suspicious of Rhea and the church.

Despite all the greyness in-between, when the archbishop had given the order for Edelgard’s execution, Byleth had felt no hesitation. It was impossible for her to imagine standing against Edelgard – let alone killing her – and a part of her had already decided that Edelgard’s path would be her own.

“I chose this path too.” It was an abrupt truth, even if there were still questions that Byleth needed to have answers to.

Surprised at the Professor’s words, Edelgard faltered. “I never thought… I’m sorry. It was a foolish question. I—” 

“But before I continue walking this path,” Byleth, on some level, felt bad for interrupting the young woman – who had went from surprise to dread, the colour in her face faded, “I have to ask you something, and I need you to answer.”

There was fear in Edelgard’s gaze, and it took a moment before she was able to give a trembling nod. “Of course, Professor.” In the seconds that followed, it became harder for her to hold her teacher’s gaze.

“Jeralt.” Byleth felt as though her throat tightened as she spoke the name, voice barely more than a whisper. Of all the imaginary conversations she’d had with Edelgard in her head, she never imagined it being quite so difficult; nor had she imagined Edelgard suddenly looking so sad. “You and Monica…Kronya…whoever she was… I saw you. A lot. You were always together, talking, and…”

Goddess, it was a lot harder than she had ever imagined. No matter how hard she tried to summon it, the sharpness she had heard in her mind’s voice never materialised – and it couldn’t so long as she looked into those lilac eyes, sadness and fear swimming within.

So Byleth looked away.

“Did you know what she was planning?” There it was: an edge. Not a question, a demand. It could be nothing less, because she needed to know. “Did you know she was going to kill Jeralt?”

“Of course not,” Edelgard rushed, voice slightly more raised than normal, brows pulled together. “Professor, I swear, I—”

“Would you have stopped her?” Turning her head, Byleth looked back at Edelgard. “If you had known, would you have stopped her?”

“I would’ve done all I could.” Another abrupt response, as it was Edelgard’s turn to avert her gaze, her left hand balled into a fist as she tried to keep control of her composure. “I never wanted any harm to come to you or the rest of the Black Eagles, and I did everything I could to keep you out of harm’s way. Please, my teacher…” The emperor’s voice faltered, her thoughts getting in the way – she knew this moment would decide whether her Professor continued on her path, or did indeed walk away, and Edelgard feared she had already lost her dearest ally.

“As for Kronya… I knew what they had planned so far as the experiments with the students and the Crest Stones, but I wanted no part in such things and I would have tried to stop them if I could have.” Against her better judgement, Edelgard lifted her gaze to meet Byleth’s once more. “You have my word.” 

Byleth swallowed, feeling any fight leave her at the sight of those lilac eyes glossed over with unshed tears. Tears that she doubted would ever be shed, if only because she’d never seen the young woman cry before and simply couldn’t imagine the sight.

Edelgard continued without prompt, even after she had seen the softening of her teacher’s gaze. “I never knew she would hurt Jeralt. It was never a certainty he would be there, and I thought once we prevailed against the beasts…it would be over… I swear…” The emperor’s gaze dropped again, and Byleth made a move to step forward, only halted as the words continued – Edelgard’s voice suddenly quieter. “I may not have known him that well, personally, but he was your father. If I’d have known… If I could’ve done anything…” Words failed her, and she looked down at the ground; she knew she could speak no more without losing her composure.

What else was there she could say, anyway? It was true she had associated with Kronya. Schemed, some would even call it. Byleth had seen them. It was only natural for the Professor to draw her own conclusions, her own opinions. 

Suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder; firm, but not too firm as to not also be gentle in a way. Looking up to see Byleth so close was unexpected, though not as much as the faint smile that seemed to be on the Professor’s lips. So faint that Edelgard blinked twice to ensure it wasn’t a trick of her eyes, and was sure the Professor was only attempting a smile for her own benefit. Or to say farewell.

“I believe you.”

Lips parted, but no words escaped the emperor as she simply stared at the Professor. Byleth lifted her other hand and placed it on Edelgard’s other shoulder, for a moment contemplating whether anything more – a hug perhaps? – would be appropriate or even accepted. Quickly, she settled just on holding the young woman’s shoulders.

“I believe you,” she said again, not only on seeing how dumbfounded Edelgard looked but also on still seeing traces of her earlier fear and sorrow. “I’m sorry. I just… I needed to know before I walked any further down this path with you. There was never a good time to ask.” She squeezed the young woman’s shoulders. “I never meant to frighten or upset you, really. Please, forgive me.”

At that, Edelgard actually laughed – lightly, weakly; but laughed all the same. A gloved hand lifted to her forehead, partially covering her eyes as she shook her head. “You have nothing to apologise for, my teacher. At least…it’s done now.” 

Moments passed, and they simply stood together: Edelgard’s hand eventually falling back down to her side, while Byleth’s remained on the young woman’s shoulders. Eventually, they fell away, too. Some sense of normality returned to the air between them.

“So, Professor,” Edelgard broke the silence hesitantly, and continued with a quiet voice, “do you still choose this path?”

Byleth really did offer a small smile at those words and, without hesitation, nodded. “I chose this path,” she said again. “I chose you, Edelgard. From this moment on, your path is my path.”

A tinge of pink entered the emperor’s cheeks then, and it took her a moment before she was able to return the nod. As she spoke again, her voice had returned – and she was unable to hide her revived happiness from her tone. “I believe in you, Professor. And you believed in me. With that knowledge, I have the strength to keep fighting.” With that, Edelgard managed a smile of her own, and was content to let the moment linger on before, finally, remembering the rest of their current and impending situation. “Let’s go… There’s something I need to say to Hubert.” 

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