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chuuyrr · 2 years

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omg but could we maybe get more teenager!scarlet witch with tenjiku? maybe their reaction of her dating mikey gasp that sounds fun ngl

tenjiku finding out scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader is dating sano manjiro

jujutsu kaisen x reader x tokyo revengers

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for tokyo revengers, tenjiku (especially izana) getting heartbroken and jealous, light themes of angst

╰➤ PAIRING(s): semi-platonic! tenjiku x reader, mikey x reader

hello dear anon!! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient, enjoy reading :) the written request was supposed to be purely comical and funny, but i couldn't help myself so i sprinkled in some angst <3

tenjiku had always wondered how you still hadn't had a boyfriend yet. you were kind, loving, and beautiful even. you were practically perfect—an absolute angel sent from above. please, even they have a crush on you, but they will never admit that. you were probably popular at school for your beauty. you were an intelligent person too. you'd help tenjiku out with school related stuff, apart from patching them up whenever they get injured and refused to go to the hospital after picking fights.

they have dropped numerous hints of them liking you, yet you never batted an eye on any of them. it led to them thinking, could you maybe be interested in girls instead? did people at your school felt the same kind of attraction towards you?

anyway, as per usual, tenjiku opted to see you after school, to accompany you and maybe ask you to hang out with them because we know how they miss their sunshine when all of a sudden...

"what the fuck?" rindou uttered, coming to a halt, causing the rest of the important members of tenjiku, whom he was with, to also stop and even bump into him.

"rindou, what the hell?!" shion and mochi scoffed.

"oi, why did you stop?" ran peered down at his younger brother, raising a brow.

"isn't that [name]?" at that, they watched the younger haitani's eyes shrink and his complexion become pale as a sheet of paper as he lifted an index finger towards your direction.

tenjiku's eyes followed suit, and it didn't take long for them to instantly imitate rindou's expression as soon as they caught you outside the campus you go to, talking to a boy your age. he had blonde hair, his front pieces tied back, and was adorned by a familiar oversized gang jacket hanging over his shoulders.

"who's that?" kakucho's face contorted into confusion.

"that's sano manjiro, the invincible mikey of toman." ran's eyes twitched upon recognition.

"this cannot be." izana found himself clenching his hands into fists. "[name] knows mikey? this whole time?"

they watched from a distance, their eyes darkening when they saw the way your face lit up as you talked to mikey. the way your [color] eyes gleamed, plump lips curved into a smile, and cheeks blushed pink were things you never did to tenjiku whenever you were around them. the way you were acting right now was very different, and seeing you this happy and in-love made their hearts clench rather painfully. putting two and two together, they now know.

you already have someone.

"maybe.. they're just friends? surely not.." kakucho swallowed thickly, clearly in denial, however that immediately backfired when he and everyone saw mikey lean towards you and peck your lips.

their mouths were left hanging in agape.

"WHAT?!"

and then, they panicked because, what the actual fuck! they did not see this one coming. of all people, it had to be sano manjiro, the person that the boss of tenjiku was planning to annihilate.

tenjiku continued to stand there rather menacingly to the public eye, frozen like a statue until mikey had left you, hopping on his motorcycle that had the insignia of toman, but not until you engulfed him in your arms and kissed his cheek in return. god did they want to punch the living daylights of that goddamn guy.

once the coast was clear and mikey had already drifted off somewhere without you, that's when they approached you.

"ah, you guys! he—you paused, sensing how their moods were evidently off today. tenjiku watched your furrow your brows in concern. "are you guys okay? did something happen?"

"yes, something did happen." izana cracked a smile, trying to remain his composure around you.

"did you guys get into a fight? injured maybe?" you bombarded them with questions before gasping, "don't tell me tenjiku lost. who was it? which gang?"

"sweetheart, how long have you been hiding it from us?" shion spoke up, peering down at you.

"eh? what are you guys talking about?" you tipped your head to the side innocently and it made them want to claw themselves because how could anyone be mad at you when you looked so pretty and adorable just like that? tenjiku discreetly loved it when you did that.

"that you have a boyfriend this whole time." mochizuki answered for you, scoffing a bit.

"oh! you saw us, huh?" you chuckled softly as you brought a hand to the nape of your neck in a bashful manner. "did i not tell you guys that i've been dating someone?"

"no..." tenjiku muttered in unison. "you never told us anything."

"really? i thought for sure i did. well, sorry about that!" you scratched the nape of your neck, frowning a bit.

"that boy earlier was mikey, wasn't it?" izana cleared his throat, which you nodded your head at.

"yeah! do you guys know him? he's the leader of tokyo manji gang!" you answered rather enthusiastically, making their hearts break all over again. "he was supposed to fetch me home today, but he has a fight to go to with toman." a sigh was drawn out from your breath.

"we'll fetch you home instead." kakucho offered instantly.

izana folded his arms, smiling rather confidently. "unlike your boyfriend, we have the time."

"that's so sweet of you guys, of course i'd love that." you answered, the smile on your face returning.

"tch, what kind of boyfriend doesn't have time for their girl?" izana shook his head.

"it's okay. mikey is not a bad boyfriend, i swear." you assured izana, waving your hands in the air to disagree. "this is just how it is. though i want to accompany him and support him whenever he and toman fights, my dad and him have a deal."

"a deal? so, your dad knows him? he's okay with it?" rindou inquired, a bit surprised, and low-key jealous at the fact that your dad, which they have heard of was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer from you, knows mikey and has given him the blessing to date you.

"mhm, he does know mikey, and it even took him awhile to let me date mikey. at first, he didn't like the idea of a delinquent being with me, but in time, when he saw how mikey treats me and how we are together, he became okay with it, but he set a lot of rules for us." you found yourself recalling mikey's meeting with gojo, megumi, and the rest of the sorcerers you knew for the first time when you introduced him to them. "my dad's really strict about them too."

"rules?" tenjiku found themselves gulping.

"yeah, mikey used to pull me out of classes for motorcycle rides, but we stopped doing that because my dad doesn't like him interrupting my studies—that's one of the rules. there are a few other rules, such as we can't be alone at home and must always leave the door open, but one rule that my dad is very strict about is mikey involving me in his gang stuff and all. dad thinks i might turn into a delinquent. i might have wiggly-woos magic but i don't use it to kick ass, i only use it for exorcising curse and helping people, even if i can bring a whole gang down within just a snap of my fingers!" you ranted, folding your arms across your chest as you walked down the sidewalk together with tenjiku.

'huh, good for him.' tenjiku thought in unison.

"are you sure mikey's treating you right? because if he's not, we'll gladly beat his ass." ran extended a hand to your head, ruffling your hair.

"guys, i'm good. we're good, i swear, and please don't do that. i love mikey, and he loves me too." you nodded your head, smiling at ran. "you guys don't have to do that."

"we just don't want some bastard breaking your heart. you will always have us. we're for you, okay?" izana said in assurance, taking a hold of your wrist. "as long as you're happy, we'll.. be happy too."

"thank you, izana-kun, and everyone!" you said in gratitude.

bonus scene:

tenjiku were on their way back to yokohama after they had spent their afternoon time with you, and fetched you home, when izana halted and found himself kicking an empty can of soda lying in his path. this made tenjiku flinch.

"izana..." kakucho muttered quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort.

"i still can't believe it. of all people, why did it have to be mikey?! that mikey!" the white haired boy scowled as he proceeded to kick another rubbish out of anger.

"tch, i can't believe it either." rindou averted his eyes away to the side, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"none of us do." mochizuki clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"i was going to wait for [name] to finish her studies..." izana ran his fingers through the locks of his white hair.

"so, what now?" ran raised the question. "aren't we supposed to go after mikey and toman?"

"i can't fight mikey anymore."

izana hung his head low before shaking it side to side, causing everyone to snap their heads towards him.

"what?!" they all cried out, looking at izana as if he had gone mad.

if izana was being honest, it made him despise mikey even more. he wanted to absolutely destroy him more than ever. not only was he the one thing that shinichiro used to talk about often, mikey has you.

it was just so unfair.

why did mikey have everything?

why couldn't he at least have you?

izana lifted his head not long after and for the first time, they saw the cunning and ruthless boss of tenjiku look so vulnerable with tears visibly glazing his amethyst eyes.

"[name] loves mikey, and he makes [name] extremely happy. i can't take that happiness from her. you've also seen it, haven't you? the way [name] looks when she's around him, or even just by mentioning him." izana's lips quivered, and the next thing they knew, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"i want [name] to be happy."

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sweetlyocs · 2 years

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Phoenix & Her Types of Love (NCT DREAM)

Mark

PHILIA – AFFECTIONATE, FRIENDLY LOVE

Mark wasn’t the first person she had ever trusted but he was her biggest motivation and to her, she would follow him anywhere. The two are bonded in such a way that they are willing to sacrifice themselves to ensure that the other is able to achieve their own goals, it has landed them in some arguments but at the end of the day it’s one of their main ways to show how they truly love one another. They are the storybook dream of what a best friend should include and they can always find their way back to each other

Jeno

AGAPE – SELFLESS, UNIVERSAL LOVE

Jeno has never hidden how he cares for Phoenix, the two have been close for most of their lives but Phoenix is always in awe of how much he can give. She feels that she lacks quite a lot in their relationship so whenever she gets to experience his kindness she tries to use that to help another, whether that be Jeno, another member or even a stranger. Jeno has taught her many things through his love so she tries to use those lessons daily

Renjun

PHILAUTIA – SELF LOVE

Phoenix has had to witness many dark nights as a team mate of Renjun’s so she found it key to slowly incorporate lessons in self care to him. Phoenix made it a point to ensure that he understood how much love and kindness he deserves by in tern, leading by example. Though if one is too caught in themselves, the other is there to remind and humble them

Haechan

LUDUS – PLAYFUL, FLIRTATIOUS LOVE

The bond and love between Haechan and Somin is that teasing, what if kind of love that never goes too far. They are aware of any kind of attraction and are not immune to acting on their feelings rather than proper thoughts but they are easily able to slip back into straight platonic ventures too. They prefer to keep a playful image in front of others but provide comforting support behind closed doors

Jaemin

EROS – ROMANTIC, PASSIONATE LOVE (OF THE BODY)

The blurred lines sit strongly between Jaemin and Phoenix, as the two have never thought about hiding any kind of emotion from the other. Jaemin and Somin have gotten caught up in the moment many of times and when this happens they act purely on the world appearing through rose coloured glasses. The two have a love shared through many different foundations and its those bonds that make their small reincarnated lovers trope so strong. Phoenix finds the romance in the world with Jaemin and finds herself comparing her future with her present, building unwavering and unrealistic expectations for herself and her future partner

Chenle

STORGE – UNCONDITIONAL, FAMILIAL LOVE

Phoenix’s love for Chenle is at times very selfish, she finds herself needing to have him to hold and love much like a mother even if he isn’t wanting to return the favour. When they became close when he was young the older would love to dote on him and appear at his every call to which he loved the attention of. As he’s grown, Phoenix has felt herself feel as if she isn’t as widely needed and that has lead her to grow other kinds of loves but her forever unconditional will always be Chenle.

Jisung

PRAGMA – COMMITTED, LONG-LASTING LOVE

Phoenix never felt the need to coddle and baby Jisung which in turn made the two closer in other ways, mainly the fact that she allowed him to grow in ways he felt suffocated - sharing his dreams, insecurities and how he endured what they were facing. The two are muchly in sync and often communicate without words but their bond is one that is constantly nurtured and left to grow which has resulted in what Somin feels as the most beautiful love she has in NCT. Jisung is someone that she always see’s in her future and one that she knows will be protecting her from all sides at every moment

#phoenix.dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream 8th member #nct dream #nct extra member #nct addition #nct 24th member #nct female addition #nct female member #nct imagines #kpop!addition #kpop!oc #kpop extra member #kpop female addition #kpop!au

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thoughtsfromacassiopeiae · 2 years

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thinking about the death scene at the finale of Rogue One...

listen - this was the movie, out of the whole franchise, that made me really sit up and take pause. this is the movie that stuck with me. this is the only movie that really made me care. that final scene - Jyn and Cassian on the beach at Scarif, embracing in the face of death - broke me. i can’t stop thinking about it; it’s like my heart is full to bursting with a million different feelings: a memento mori, a celebration and an elegy, snapshot of every beautiful, brave, sad thing i’ve ever been honored to witness.

there is something so enduring and so unspeakably human about that moment. imagine: two strangers, thrust together by circumstance, faced with an impossible problem, given no time at all to solve it. none of them should have made it as far as they did. they did by luck, or grit, or both, or neither - maybe fate, maybe the Force, whatever you want to call it - but by the gods they did it. and doesn’t every hero deserve to be sung for it? that’s what the movies tell us.

but the crew of Rogue One never came home to medals and honor. their names weren’t engraved in the foundations of temples built to house generations to come. nobody knew them after they died, not really. not as far as the rest of the main movie canon goes.

it was just Jyn and Cassian, in the end, having reconciled their differences in the course of hardly the blink of a cosmological eye - having gone from hating each other, struggling over conflicting ideals, to working together - knowing they’d done it. at a great cost - but not too great for them. for them it was worth it. that brought them together, among other things - that unerring faith in the Rebel cause, in saving others’ lives at the expense of their own.

it was just the two of them kneeling in the sand, already wounded, staring up at the thing that would kill them, knowing it would kill them, knowing they could do nothing to stop it. knowing nobody would come for them.

i have seen fans argue over whether Jyn and Cassian had a romance. some say yes; others assert that it was a strictly platonic camaraderie, born of necessity and grudging respect.

but can you even ask whether it’s something as simple and mundane as romance when you’ve been through, together, what they had? can you say that a bond so fundamental, so ageless, as holding one another in the face of death is comparable to merely a romance?

they loved each other, Jyn and Cassian, in that moment, as surely and purely as stars shine and fade. how? that is for them to say. and of course they couldn’t say either way, and maybe it doesn’t matter; they are just stories, really, but to us - we who sing their names in reflection of our own selves - they are real, for they’re parts of us. it could have been any one of us on that beach - not that beach, but one here on our planet, in our reality, or not on a beach at all, but anywhere, facing down certain death the same way, in sickness or health, alone or together. the bravery, the love, is the same.

the way they held each other was unutterably profound to me. the way they looked at each other in that elevator ride down - can you call any of this romance? courtship? it’s almost crass next to the tragic, lovely depth of what it all really was. that image of them on the beach, her eyes reflecting the orange glow of the onrushing wave of plasma, his hands on her back, after all their bickering, all that loss - it strips them down to the barest parts of their humanity, the agape, the unyielding love.

(a particular thing that stays with me from those moments on the beach: “Your father would have been proud of you, Jyn.” Cassian had been about to kill Galen before that, yes - another stranger to him, as Jyn had once also been. but on Scarif he understood at last what - who - Jyn loved. he understood that her love was perhaps not so alien - that it was worthy - that there was honor in it. he honored her love for her father, and by that, he loved her, too.)

on another planet, in another realm, under better circumstances, might they have had the time and space to become lovers? sure, yes, i’d like to believe it - there was respect there by the end of it all, there was compassion and an unspoken willingness to work together, and at times, unexpected tenderness. that moment in the tower when he falls and she calls out his name, and hesitates -

but that wasn’t their story. what was their story left an indelible mark on me - small, but enduring - and that is why it’s the only movie in the franchise i’ve bothered to re-watch; and it holds up just the same this time as the first.

in a kinder world i’d like to believe they'd’ve had the chance to fall the rest of the way in love.

#rebelcaptain #jyn x cassian #jyn erso #cassian andor #rogue one #star wars

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themme-bonez · 2 years

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mandatory dump

Unfortunately TW: SH mention, drug mention, Sxcide mention, probably more

I just moved to a new town and don't know ANYONE but my very introverted older sibling. I'm really struggling with feeling unworthy of new friends and hopefully a girlfriend. I know I'm a good person, but I'm a gf who comes with severe mental issues that include voice hearing and a lifetime of SH scars. Also no money and college dropout. I know that finding community will help, especially since I'm genuinely extroverted. I've been biking around town just going places and trying to meet people and it finally paid off. A college girl working at spencers was really interested in me so we talked and there was chemistry. I actually got her number, although she's 19 so too young for me. But still, I must have made a friend at least.

I feel like I should be excited, but to be honest it's just making my head so loud. The last girl I fell in love with I still talk to as friends, but she OD'd in my arms and tbh just never recovered from all that. she also after that stole pills from me so the trust issues stacked up. I also just barely healed from the 4 long years i spent with an abusive boyfriend who denied that i was gay and hit me and all that. Doesn't take a therapist to guess my relationship with my parents is g r e a t /s. I just don't have a base even for what normal dating should be, let alone the shadow art that is lesbian dating. normal love even. platonic, romantic, familiar, sexual, agape.

I'm trying to stop deriving "pleasure" dark places like restrictive eating, SH, and comphet sex. This has been really helping me get to the point I'm at where I at least feel worthy enough to try finding genuine pleasure. I'm a crying wreck though when I don't have those negative pillars, so that tanks my confidence again. I'm on a rollercoaster of emotions about this whole thing.

I know I'm smart and I can find someone that won't hurt me, it's just. so. scary. like reaching out into void and trusting all the people saying "none of that was love, you deserved better". Like how do I know you're not just luring me into another worse because so far that's all there has been. that sounds dumb and childish, but really i just wonder how to trust those with pure intentions for me.

I just want to feel like I can own my sexuality and make budding romances with women that make me feel seen and fulfilled. The hard part is that the closer I get the more I feel like I'm making a mistake by trying to go out and find people to bring close to me. Am I right to hold back due to my mental health as to not cause myself and others more pain? Or, am I right to try to find love despite my overwhelming and often disgusting flaws? I really don't know. I'm not sure I could survive one more person I love using me.

The risks of love have never paid of for me, but I'm a femme 4 femme taurus who just can't seem to give up on my dream of romance. I want to shed all this bullshit weighing me down and live my barbie princess and the pauper but gay fantasy.

Wish me luck, tumblr gays. Hopefully my romantic pursuits start to fucking lighten up a bit.

#girlblogging #femmeposting #tumblr diary

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hoshi-spook · 2 years

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#— xu minghao “platonic”

friends to lovers angst & fluff 1.08k words

“Minghao, what’s wrong with you?” You asked, with a sharp pang in your heart. His eyes avoided you, darting to every area of the room that didn’t have you in sight. Usually, you would go to Minghao’s house every weekend to hang out, and usually when you left to go anywhere you wouldn’t leave without saying ‘I love you’. It’s always been said platonically, and that was a problem that’d only recently occurred to Minghao. Like a ton of bricks, it crashed on him. He didn’t love you in the way he should’ve; and so it only felt wrong to say it back to you, when he knew his meaning was far different to your own. But now, you stood in the doorway, refusing to move and letting the bitter air inside. You had the face of a smacked child, and your heart felt heavy.

“Nothing is wrong Yn, just go to the shops before it’s dark.” Minghao sighed, waving his hand to usher you out of the door. He didn’t have the strength to argue with you, nor did he have the words to explain, or the excuses to justify.

“Why aren’t you saying it back, did I do something wrong?” You asked. Perhaps you were acting childish, it wasn’t a big deal anyway. You weren’t sure why it hurt so much, like a punch in the stomach, a stinging pinch in your heart; it wasn’t like Minghao was obliged to say it back to you - it’s not like you were committed to each other or anything. That’s when you put the pieces together. You weren’t committed to each other, Minghao didn’t have to love you like you loved him, and it stung - everything stung, from the ache in your heart to the tears in the back of your eyes.

“Yn why’re you making such a big deal out of this? Just go to the shop, it’s getting late and I don’t want you walking around in the dark.” Minghao gulped. He really wanted to move on from this, he hadn’t given himself enough time to prepare a confession, and admitting his feelings in the heat of the moment he knew could potentially destroy your friendship, and he cherished you too much by now for that to happen.

“No, say it back.” You retorted firmly, eyes glaring into him. God this was pathetic, and you for sure felt embarrassed but you couldn’t stop yourself, you needed to hear him say it back to mend at least a little bit of your breaking heart. “We always say it to each other, for years we’ve always said it, why are you suddenly being like this?”

The tears in your eyes were humiliating you, this all felt so immature; Minghao was right, you were making a big deal out of it, but it was out of your control now. And Minghao could only watch silently, mouth agape and heart racing. He didn’t expect it to affect you this badly - he didn’t expect it to affect you at all! The words he needed to say were clogged in his throat and he was frozen in place on the sofa. The two of you were just staring in a dead silence - apart from your snivelling and the cries you tried to swallow down. If there was one thing Minghao hated most in the world, it was seeing you in any kind of distress.

“I love you.” He said suddenly, a bit too fast and eager than he intended to say it, but he said it. He shot up from the sofa, rushing to console you in your sensitive state. His words made you cry a little harder and you tried to step away from his touch, purely out of shame and mortification. “I love you, okay? There, please don’t cry.”

“You’re only saying that because I told you to!”

“No! I do love you Yn,” He exclaimed. It was all coming out now, and Minghao had no power over the words that were waterfalling from his mouth. “I mean it, I’m not just saying it for the sake of it. It’s just,” Minghao breathed in, thinking about how he was putting this friendship on the line. But, there was no going back now. “It’s just, I really love you, in a way that I definitely shouldn’t. And I didn’t wanna say it back because it, well, it hurts. Knowing that, you know, we don’t love each other the same-”

“Says who.” You blurted, your glossy eyes wide and hopeful. Minghao was taken aback, finding an inability to form any kind of sentence at all. “Who said I don’t love you like you love me.” Your throat was closing up and your legs were about to give in and buckle.

“Do you mean that,” Minghao uttered breathlessly. “Promise me you’re sure of what you’re saying right now.”

“I’m sure, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

And that was Minghao’s green light. His hands flew to cup both sides of your face, screwing his eyes shut before he had a single second to hesitate, and he connected your lips to his. A wash of relief flooded his body when he felt you reciprocate immediately, not one moment of delay in your actions. If he could, he would’ve stayed like that forever - but his chest was tightening with the lack of air, and so he pulled back. When your eyes met, you never missed how his pupils expanded, practically taking up his whole iris.

Whilst the two of you stared at each other, his hands never left your face; his thumbs stroked against the apples of your cheeks. The warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest could only expand so much before you burst into a beaming grin, a song of laughter, which sounded just so heavenly to Minghao, erupting from the back of your throat. Your arms latched around the back of his neck as you pulled yourself as close to his chest as humanly possible. And the two of you stayed like that for a while, tight in the others embrace.

“I’m going to go to the shop now,” You said when you broke away, the dumb smile never leaving your face. Minghao’s expression only mirrored yours though. “I love you.” You said, eyes widening in a playful manner as you waited expectantly for his answer.

Minghao only laughed loudly and wholeheartedly, leaning in again for a sweet, but brisk kiss. “I love you too..”

#minghao #minghao x reader #xu minghao #xu minghao x reader #the8 #the8 x reader #minghao imagine #xu minghao imagine #the8 imagine #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt #svt imagine #svt x reader #friends to lovers

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amphxtrite · 3 years

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cedric diggory x fem!reader

part two: Dreamiest Boy in School.

warnings: smut, shower sex, swearing, oral (female receiving), masturbation.

If you are not comfortable please do not read.

summary: Cedric’s been in love with you for years. What will he do when he catches the reader moaning his name after a quidditch game in the prefect’s bathroom. Fluff at the end.

a/n: characters are 18+ and it is fully consensual.

word count: 4.2k

enjoy<3

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Cedric first met you in his fifth year when he’d first been appointed captain of the hufflepuff team, it was your first time trying out despite also being in your fifth, but it was no secret that it wasn’t your first time on the pitch. You were a natural, blocking quaffles with ease, letting none enter the goal. Your movements were smooth, elegant, but forceful, effectively getting the job done, but truly showing off the art of flying. Cedric had to forcibly pinch himself after you touched down.

Today was a rough game against gryffindor, It went on much longer than it needed to with Ms. Pink Toad calling random people from the pitch and ‘hem hemming’ every time someone managed to score a goal. When Cedric had eventually caught the snitch, he had to deal with a ten minute long speech from Umbridge speaking of his bravery and strength, he cut it short after she began to run her hands over his face.

Now came Cedric’s favourite part of the game, his friends had already congratulated him on the win, but he was close by you and your friends as you touched down from the goal post. You were distributing high-fives to everyone, even throwing Cedric a quick thumbs up before running to your gym bag and taking a long sip from your water bottle. Here it comes, your pupils glance from side to side, scanning the area before grabbing the hem of your jersey to dab at the sweat running down your face. No one on the team cared you did this, but you still felt weird randomly pulling your jersey up to clean off your face. You did this after every practice and game, and although he didn’t mean to intrude Cedric found himself gazing at you often.

Cedric takes his bottom lip into his teeth as he looks to the grass beneath him, his thoughts running wild. He pictures what it would be like if he was the one pulling at your shirt, slowly pushing it up your gorgeous body as you beg him to take it off, rolling your hips desperately against his. The seeker’s pants were starting to get a little more constricting at the thought.

Ever since his first time seeing you at the pitch, he’d find himself thinking of you this way a lot. His name spilling from your lips, mouth agape, legs quivering. It kept him awake often, thinking about you. Imagining the feeling of your lips pressed to his as he rocked his hips in and out of you. He didn’t appreciate the sinful thoughts encasing his mind every time he saw you, it drove him insane. Any time you licked your lips, shook out your hair, smirked or even simply laughed, he’d have to excuse himself to rid of the heat from his face.

It was even worse the two of you had become close friends in the last two years, you were the person to help and train him for the triwizard tournament, working out with him often and supporting him through his challenges, also being his unofficial ‘date’ to the ball. You pushed him well, preparing him for the physical challenges that lay ahead in the contest, but only having his crush grow as you worked by his side and hugged him good luck. After he won, you were one of the first people he went to after his father. You had jumped into his arms and held him tight as he recounted the story of how Voldemort had stunned him and Harry had saved his life. Upon finishing the story, you had kissed him on the cheek and whispered.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you were gone.”

He knew then that he was never going to let you go.

Cedric did his best to put your friendship first, reminding himself of your platonic status and your great history. He couldn’t jeopardize it all, even if he fancied you. Running himself a cold shower after stripping down his robes in the prefect’s bathroom, he tries to place his thoughts in a different headspace. He ignores his surroundings as he tries to rid himself of the dirty images, letting the cold water stream onto his face. It was practically useless, his mind drifted back to your lips pulled between your teeth or how your lips felt against his cheek after each hit of cold water. With one small thought, his arousal and need grows.

Sighing quietly and shutting the tap off, the hufflepuff head boy wraps a towel around his waist as he picks up his bag to begin getting changed. Halfway to zip open his bag, he can hear a shaky voice calling, not to far away.

“Oh f-fuck Ced.”

Body immediately going rigid, the wide-eyed boy regains his train of thought and remembering where he is, glancing around the showers. The voice was so familiar, close.

So... dream-like. Sifting through his memories to match the voice, he thinks of people close to him that were also prefects or head girls, the only person to came to mind was you, but that was impossible. What were you doing saying his name so beautifully.

“Faster, please.” The voice rang out again in a softer mewl. The brunette’s cheeks light on fire as the voice finally registers in his ears, no doubt it was your soft cry. Despite his better judgment, Cedric needed to check this out. To make sure he wasn’t just imagining your voice begging for him.

As he approaches the shower he hears the voice from, he can hear a heavy pant and a shower getting louder. Standing before the closed curtain. His hand hovering over top the thin material, he mentally debates this, perhaps he was wrong. He might’ve misheard, and the he’d be barging in on a random girl. Pulling his hand away he turn to leave, but another moan perks his attention.

“F-fuck Cedric, I-I’m gonna c-cum.” A quivering whimper, cries his name again.

He’d heard you say his name about a million times, cheering him on, talking to him, laughing out his name. That was you inside, about to cum to his image.

Not able to take it anymore and he rips open the shower curtain, his cock springing up under the towel and pure desire taking over his senses. There you were, damp hair streaming down your shoulders, leaning against a wall with one hand on your breast and the other deep between your legs, pushing in and out at a rapid pace, practically sobbing for release.

“Are you masturbating?”

You barely register the soft question, but as your eyes open they instantly flash with horror and you immediately pull your hands away from your body, meeting gazes with a wide-eyed Cedric. A flood of embarrassment consumes you, he must have heard you. Merlin, you felt disgusting.

“Oh my gosh Cedric I’m so sorry!” You apologize frantically, rushing to grab your towel and cover yourself as tears of self-consciousness begin to well in your eyes. “I didn’t- I’m so sorry.” You try and push him out of your way, but Cedric will not let you pass, his grey eyes still staring holes into you. Agonizing seconds pass as he simply looks you down, your head swiveling around to look anywhere but his stoic gaze.

Finally smirks in amusement, Cedric reaches over and takes your chin in between his fingers, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, you ready yourself for a lecture, or maybe screams, but it doesn’t come.

“I like the way you said my name.” Cedric teases, pushing you back into the running shower.

“Hands between your thighs and on your breast, were you thinking about this?” Cedric purrs, pushing you against the smooth wall and pressing his chest against yours, slowly rocking his hard on against your sensitive clit with the rough towel around his waist.

“Imagining me taking you in the shower, fucking you against the wall and whispering dirty thoughts into your ear?” He continues in a low voice, continuing the gentle rock of his hips.

Your mouth drops open at Cedric’s reaction and the waves of pleasure clouding your senses. “Answer me.” Cedric growls, pushing harder against you and encasing you in his arms, his elbows by your head and his forearms against the wall. “Y-yes, I-I was.” your soft voice breathes out. “Yes, who?” Cedric grins, his eyes growing dark with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him. “Yes Cedric.” You moan as the toned hufflepuff continues to roll his hips slowly, an approving smirk spreading on his lips.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wished to do this love.” Cedric begins to nip at your neck, sucking and kissing around until he finds the spot that makes your breath hitch. You bite your lip to suppress the upcoming moan.

“Stop.” Cedric’s needy voice growls at you. “The only one who’ll be biting those lips is me.” He states, desire lacing every word.

Roughly pushing his lips against yours in a heated kiss, his warm tongue swirls around your mouth, drinking in your intoxicating taste and gliding his rough fingertips up and down your body, memorizing every curve before coming to rest on your hips. Your teeth clash, pleasure and heat travel to your core, fueling your arousal as a hard member prods at you from under Cedric’s dangerously low towel.

“Besides, I want the whole castle to know you’re mine.” The grey-eyed hufflepuff bucks his hips into yours again making you squirm. “C-Cedric!” You cry out, wrapping your arms around his muscular shoulders and digging your nails into your champion’s back, the steam in the shower clouds your perception even more, all you could sense was Cedric’s body against yours, every muscle every scar. Cedric’s teasing lips pull up again as you begin to ramble.

“I-I need you.” you beg nervously, grinding your hips against the soaked material of Cedric’s towel.

“Would you like my fingers or my tongue love.” Cedric’s cool digits brush the inside of your thighs, you nearly jump at the feeling. “Both.” You manage to whimper out as Cedric’s hard stare bores into you.

“Dirty girl.” He smirks teasingly, his voice smooth as satin and dark as sin. “Beg for it.”

You could feel your arousal growing at Cedric’s words. You’d never seen him as the type to wish his partner to beg, but Merlin you weren’t complaining.

“Please Cedric, I need you. You make me feel so fucking good, please don’t stop, let the whole castle know who I belong to.”

Your champion’s eyes go from a piercing grey to almost black as lust and arousal course through his veins. He slowly lowers himself to the ground, pressing kisses all the way down to where you needed him most. Cedric takes his time spreading your legs apart and kissing up your inner thighs and blowing on your clit, sending shockwaves up your trembling form. He looks back up at you as he leans forwards and licks a stripe through your folds and begins to swirl his tongue around your clit. Your thoughts run cold, all that consumes your mind was the ecstasy running through your veins, Cedric flicking his tongue around your sex, fucking you with his tongue and lapping hungrily at your sweet juices.

“Oh fuck Cedric, please don’t stop.” Your mewling voice begs needlingly, breathing heavily to keep yourself from falling over.

Cedric smiles into you and slowly teases his fingers around your entrance, tracing along the edge of your slit before sinking two long digits into your wetness. spots flash in front of your eyes as your head falls back against the wall. Cedric pulls and pushes his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace, twisting them around and bending slightly as your walls grow tighter around him. He uses his body to keep your legs from doubling over in pleasure and continues to ravage you with both his tongue and fingers. flicking and sucking at your bundle of nerves while thrusting his fingers in and out of your core. A familiar knot begins to form and you dig your hand into Cedric’s damp hair, pulling him closer to you and desperately rocking your hips against his face, desperate for any more friction he could give you. Cedric chuckles at your moaning form. Sending even more delicious vibrations to your sensitive clit, as moans mix with longing cries of your lover’s name. Cedric pulls his mouth away, bringing himself to a standing position, still burying his fingers in you, replacing his tongue with his calloused thumb to massage your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“You don’t know what you do to me darling. How does it make you feel that you give me a hard-on every time you lift that shirt up to wipe your face? Every time you bite that gorgeous lip, or flip your hair you’d have me wanting to bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

You try and respond, but the pleasure Cedric was giving to you was all your mind could take. The sound of his fingers pounding into your wet core and Cedric’s deep pants were driving you insane. You can only moan in response and crash your lips against his again. You can taste yourself as Cedric dips his tongue against yours, nibbling on your lip and picking up his pace with his fingers. A familiar knot forms in your abdomen and you have to pull away from Cedric’s lips to moan and arch your back even more, you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the rough fingers pounding in and out of you.

All at once the knot snaps and waves upon waves of euphoria washes over you and consuming your vision in white. Crying out Cedric’s name over and over again, the brunette helps you ride out your high, continuing to pulse his fingers in your clenching hole and kneeling down again to lap up your juices as you moan out and rock your hips gently, Cedric’s cock begins to twitch like mad watching he waves of cum spill from your core, but he takes his time, savoring every drop of your sex.

Cedric is practically beaming with pride as he stands again, holding the back of your head in his large hand.

“So sweet love.” He smirks, wiping a drop of your cum off of his bottom lip with his thumb and licking it off slowly, keeping direct eye contact with you. Your face was red, your legs quivering, and deep breaths sounding from your lips.

“I’m not done with you yet darling.” Cedric drops the towel from his waist and boxes you in his arms again.

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you.” The toned seeker teases in a dark voice.

Feeling his length against your stomach you bite back a moan, fuck he was big. You were unsure what to do, but taking his twitching cock into your hand, you pump his length experimentally, receiving a soft moan in return. Picking up the pace, you spread the precum on his tip as a lubricant. Working your hand against him, he reconnects your lips, a soft whimper flowing from Cedric’s lips. You keep using your hand to pleasure your champion, but Cedric can’t take it anymore.

“I need to be inside of you darling.” Cedric rasps, reluctantly pulling your hand from his throbbing tip and wrapping his arms around you.

“jump.”

Without hesitation you leap up and wrap your legs around Cedric’s hips and he presses you against the wall for support.

“Ready Love?” Cedric smirks, his hands squeezing your ass and cock teasing your soft folds.

“Shut up and take me Diggory.”

Cedric wastes no time sinking into you, slowly at first, letting you adjust to his thick shaft, small grunts sounding from your lips as Cedric sink deeper.

“You’re taking me so well darling, f-fuck.” Cedric groans, sticking his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling on your sensitive skin and squeezing your hips.

Tears prick in your eyes as Cedric bottoms out in you, burying your hand in his wet brown curls you whimper at the feeling of being so full.

After a couple moments the pain turns to pleasure and you shimmy around motioning to Cedric it’s okay to move. The brunette begins to thrust in and out of you, slow at first, but soon finding a rhythm, pulling in and out of you in a quick pace, thrusting out to almost his tip before burying himself to the hilt inside you once again.

“Faster Cedric.” your pleading voice gasps and pleads.

Cedric obliges, snapping his hips back and forth to the point you see spots in your vision and you’re dragging your nails down your champions back. Cedric frantically presses his lips against yours again as he groans loudly. You swallow the moan in the kiss and cup your hands around Cedric’s defined jawline, pulling him closer and clenching your core in surprise as he pushes his thumb to your clit.

Your reaction pulls another breathy moan from Cedric, but his thrusts don’t stop. He continues to pound into you, his desire out weighing any tiredness that should’ve been.

Your loud moans only egg him on further. Your sinful, desperate pleas for more drive him insane. Arching your back and rolling your hips, Cedric pounds even further into you.

“Fuck Cedric, right there.” Your loud beg cries out and Cedric smirks, slamming his hips into your spot over and over again. Screams of pleasure and sighs of satisfaction fill the air. Wet sounds of skin on skin ring throughout the large bathroom as Cedric sinks deep into you with each needy thrust.

Parting your lips, another choked moan is pulled from your lips and your vision goes blank once again as your coil snaps and your grip tightens on Cedric. Your champion doesn’t stop, his thrusts are still merciless and needy, but as your slit clenches his cock in a tight hold, his thrust becomes lazier and he can feel his release coming soon.

“You make me feel so good Ced, I’ve had my hand in between my legs thinking about this for so long, o-oh fuck.” You moan in a teasing voice against the brunettes ear. You can feel Cedric’s upper body go rigid as he uses the last of his strength to snap his hips into yours like his life depended on it. Your dirty talk making him imagine your naked body lying on your bed, moaning out his name, probably only a hallway away from him. Years of lust and love fuel his next thrusts. Every time he’d painfully gotten hard because of you, every time he imagined you underneath him and making you scream his name in ecstasy was all coming true and groaning your name into the crook of your neck he snaps his hips in a desperate thrust one more time before releasing all over your tight walls, his body pulsing in euphoria sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being.

Your eyes roll back and your legs jolt at his powerful stream, thanking Merlin you had taken the potion to help with cramps not too long ago. You begin to roll your hips lazily to help Cedric ride out his orgasm, your core practically numb with pleasure and your entire body exhausted. Cedric is panting heavily, his hand buried in your hair and his other still supports your body. He gives your bum a small squeeze, your body still against the wall and his still pressed to yours in support, letting the warm water from the tap relax your tired muscles and wash the proof of your pleasures off of your legs, while still intimately connected.

Cedric smiles as he looks deep into your eyes, still panting heavily, but now with nervousness and a slight anxiety. He couldn’t keep his true feelings from you any longer.

“You know I love you right?” The hufflepuff head boy confesses, running a hand down the side of your face.

“I’d hope so, considering you just fucked me senseless.” You giggle and wrap your arms around Cedric’s toned shoulders.

Your giggle dies down to a grin and a pink blush makes it’s way onto your face as you look down to see the two of you still connected

“I love you too.” You smile earnestly, a smile playing on your lips and you press a kiss to Cedric’s pink cheek. “I’ve loved you since those days in fifth year when I trained with you, you don’t know how relieved I was you survived, and with Umbridge around I thought I might never get the chance to confess.” Your emotions come through and Cedric has to blink the pure happiness from his eyes to respond.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you came rushing into my arms after the maze, I had a crush on you before, but i’ll never forget when you said those words, I knew I’d never let you go.” Cedric’s smile falters a bit as your stare drops to his lips.

“C-can I kiss you?” His face grows closer to yours.

“Didn’t ask for permission while you were cumming in me.” You tease, peppering kisses all around Cedric’s handsome features as his face grows hot in embarrassment.

“I-Is that a yes?” He murmurs hopefully, your soft lips trailing down his jawline.

You smile and press a kiss to the corner of Cedric’s mouth.

“As long as I can be your girl.” You giggle.

Cedric immediately pushes his lips to yours in a more delicate, but wanting kiss. Taking his time now to show you his adoration and care for you. The sounds of your lips molding together sounding through the large shower. Cedric runs his tongue through your mouth again, slowly this time, sighing at the taste of your after-game drink and the light taste of strawberry chap stick that remained on the inside your lips, begging to be found and appreciated.

As Cedric continues to ravage your mouth you run your hands up and down his chest and abs, taking deep breaths of his autumn like scent. Campfire, vanilla and honey were the most prominent, while his aftershave also offered a sharp, wood like smell.

“I love you y/n, so much. It would be an honor to have you as my girl.” Cedric sighs against your lips, placing one final peck before pulling away and grinning like a little kid. A smile begins to form on your face.

“Hey, did you think you could, you know.” You awkwardly motion down towards where you were still intertwined. “My legs are kid of sore.” Cedric’s eyes widen in realization and he nods frantically, apologies spilling from his lips as he slowly pulls out of you with a small ‘pop.’ Cedric lowers your feet to the ground and begins to back up, but the sudden weight removed from your body made your legs forget how to move and you crash into Cedric’s chest again.

Your legs felt numb and you couldn’t get them to move properly without falling. Cedric does his best to hide his pride as your lips pull into a frown, but a small smirk emerges as he bites his lip to stop it. He glances down and also notices the small purple love bites littering your neck and he almost beams.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself Ced, I can’t walk.” You roll your eyes at his useless attempt to stop his smile.

“I am, and I must say you look absolutely ravishing sporting my love bites darling.” He grins darkly, but a light chuckle breaks free.

“Alright let’s get you dressed, come on.” Cedric turns the tap off before leaning over again and catching your legs in his arms, carrying you bridal style out of shower, grabbing your towel and gym bag on the way out.

Placing you down on a bench, he grabs his own fluffy, white towel from his bag. Using it to pat your hair and body dry, making sure to get every inch of your body, and being careful around your intimate parts as you winced often. Grabbing another school-provided towel, he pats his upper-body dry before tying the cloth around his waist. Shaking out his damp hair, he grabs your bag and places it next to you.

“Do you think you can do it yourself darling?” His voice is filled with concern, but you nod and zip open your bag. Cedric turns to his own clothes and after tugging on a pair of boxers and sweatpants, wipes his hair dry before throwing on a t-shirt.

He turns to see you in a black sports bra, tugging on a pair of black tights, but unable to get them up your bum. Cedric smirks, walking over to you and pulling you up, holding you against him as a support while you finally get the leggings on. He sits you back down before pulling a jumper out of his bag and slipping it over your head.

The sweater seems to swallow you whole and it takes a moment to find the holes for your arms. You thank Cedric and sigh at being engulfed in Cedric’s sweet scent, pulling the jumper over your nose and smiling in content.

“You look better in my clothes than I do.” Cedric smirks happily, pulling you up again and interlocking your hands.

“Well in that case I guess I’ll keep it.” You grin, slipping on your sneakers and following Cedric out the prefect bathroom to the best of your abilities, having to stop often due to the aftershock of Cedric’s desperate pounding. Finally resorting to Cedric carrying you once again. Thankfully Dolores and her goons seemed to be missing from the scene.

Finally making it back to the hufflepuff common room, Cedric sneaks you into his dorm and closes the canopy around his four poster bed. Breathing out in content, The head boy cuddles you into his chest and wraps his arms around your torso.

“Can’t believe you’re actually here on my bed with me, I’ve only dreamt of this.” Cedric murmurs giddily, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your nose.

You snake your arms around Cedric’s broad chest and cuddle closer to him.

“I’m never letting you go, you know that.” Your champion teases, kissing your hairline.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reassure, closing your eyes tiredly and slowly drifting off, exhaustion from the day's activities getting to you.

Cedric peers down at you a happy smile resting on his lips as he too yawns and relaxes into his pillow. This day couldn’t have gone any better. He won the game, fucked you in the shower and now he’s cuddling you in his bed. His blush reappears onto his cheeks as your breathy moans engrave themselves into his brain, but pride takes over as he reminds himself it was him who made you moan like that. Peppering kisses on your forehead he finally closes his eyes and replays your evening with a small smirk.

This is my first time writing smut so tips would be appreciated!

#harry potter imagine #cedricsbrowncurls #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory smut #harry potter fandom #cedric smut #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x reader #smut #fluff #shower smut #holy fuck #cedric diggory #cedric x y/n #cedric x you #hope you like it #nsfw.anya

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yerimichi10 · 3 years

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LEVI AND HANGE RELATIONSHIP ANALYSIS

Nowadays, people tend to look for label between two people, even between two fictional characters. We tend to look for label as it gives confirmation if our ship is canon or not.

Another fact is that our generation is more entertained with material things (like sex, kisses, material stuff and etc.) to prove that you like someone. Slow-burn romance, courting, date to marry is considered old school. With that, a lot of friendships and relationships became “broken” because some prefer the material stuff rather than communication between with each other.

As we all know, communication is one of the prime foundation in a relationship. And this is what Levi and Hange had shown.

Also I'm sure Levi and Hange didn't immediately understood each other... They were like strangers, there's no connection yet

They took time to get used to each other and eventually as time passes by it reached the point where they don't even need words to know what the other is thinking

As time goes on, both of them had shown an exceptional communication between each other. For example, the picture below. Another thing is that despite having a rate of 2/10 in teamwork, Levi worked and coordinated perfectly with Hange Zoe.

They are like a set. One could function properly without the other. Just like the saying, birds with the same feather flock together.

Also one factor about their relationship/ bond is that they suffered together and the ones that suffered together, they are always right there by each other's side through tough times and they are each other's emotional support.

They were for each other through thick and thin.

They have a bond that can surpass the bond of married people. A bond that they only have for each other.Just their actions itself, there is already an implication of love.

However, despite the presented facts some fans still deny the existence of their unbreakable bond. As it lacks of “label” and (maybe) physical and explicit contact.

As for me, their relationship doesn’t need a label for no label can describe their relationship.

Sure, their relationship is a complex and confusing one. But that’s their “trademark”.

LeviHan’s relationship with each other is too beautiful, too complex to the point that no words can explain.It is so pure to the point that it can be considered as an agape.

To sum up everything, they're not just each other's half, they are a whole that completes each other, it can be not just romantic or platonic love, but it is an unconditional love. It is a type of love that can surpass even death. A type of love that cannot be broke even if death came in to picture.

Also,their bond is not just a ship that can give butterflies in your stomach, their bond is a bond that can transcend for a lifetime.

special thanks to @fantasyphs , @errorzyntax & @sweatyfiction for helping me out

#attack on titan #hange zoe #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #snk fandom #snk manga #levi aot #levihan #snk levi #levihan is cannon #levihan brainrot #THIS CAN BE MY THESIS 😭#levi and hange

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flowerwrites06 · 3 years

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the tale of agape I — jjk

World Info: There are eight types of Love originated from Ancient Greece. In the Realm of Love, these types have been turned into seven Gods and one Goddess. — Agape (universal): OC (Name: Belle) | Pragma (everlasting): Jungkook | Storge (familial): Yoongi | Mania (obsession): Seokjin | Philia (platonic): Namjoon | Eros (sexual passion): Taehyung | Philautia (self-love): Hoseok | Ludus (playful): Jimin

Plot: Agape is a well-loved Goddess in the Realm of Love. Anyone who wins her approval will become the most powerful entity in the land, standing side by side as a co-symbol of eternal Love. Unfortunately with knowledge of this power, Gods and Nymphs are prone to obsession and cunning. So Agapes’ de facto brother, Storge organises a tournament in her honour. Only the winner will become Agapes’ partner.

Pairing(s): God!Jungkook x Goddess!OC (Name: Belle) ft. God!Seokjin

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Gods & Goddesses | Fantasy | Romance

Tags & Warnings: betrayal, nothing intense in this chapter but there will eventual smut and violence so

Authors Note: i miss doing a jungkook series lmao so here you go, there were a lot of people during requests asking for a god/goddess au so I’m going on that with a new plot based on the eight types of love. I’m also extremely sleepy and ready to pass out, please excuse any mistakes. And lastly of course, enjoy and let me know what you think! Is this something you’d want me to continue or nah?

Morning began with soft sunlight painting the Love Realm, making the Cherry Palace sandstone glow like a topaz gem. Yoongi, the God of Familial Love stood at the terrace with the God of Platonic Love, Namjoon. Their soft silk robes flowed in the cool breeze as they watched the chariots of red, gold and blue riding into the courtyard; each vehicle pulled by majestic stallions.

“Are you sure about this?” Namjoon asked, eyes gently squinted to adjust to the bright day. His flowing blonde hair looked almost white from the reflection of the sun.

Yoongi shook his head, heart shaped lips pursed. “I don’t like it as much as you do but this is the only way we can filter out the ones on our own accord.”

“Is Belle okay with this?”

“She likes tournaments. Chose the method herself.”

“Jousting?”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, unable to hide the smile spreading across his lips.

Namjoon chuckled. “Sometimes I think she just likes the knocking of heads.”

“Agape has a cheek to her.” Yoongi leaned forward on the balcony railing. All the heads padded out of their chariots, escorted by servants into the palace. Only one chariot hadn’t arrived yet.

“Seokjin is coming too?” Namjoons’ voice grew deep with slight contempt.

“I have to invite him. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“You know how he gets, Yoongi.” Namjoon shifted to face him completely. “What if he gets out of control in this tournament?”

“I gave him my warning last time.” Yoongi raised a hand to calm him. “He knows what’ll happen.”

“You can’t kill him.”

“Oh I’ll keep him alive.”

Namjoon shook his head, laughing. “How do you make even that sound threatening?”

Yoongi grinned. “I made her my sister for a reason. No one hurts her on my account.”

“Understood.”

Refreshing wind brushed through the transparent crème curtains into Belles’ room as her lady-in-waiting fit her into a warm pink georgette dress for the first tournament. The tone matched her pink irises, making them look more otherworldly than ever.

Angel let out a satisfied sigh after fixing the train. “Lord Yoongi knows how to pick dresses.” She stood up straight and fixed the gold patchwork bordering the shoulder of the dress.

“He always chooses pink.” Belle observed herself in the silver rimmed mirror, tilting her head. Her curls fell over half her face.

“Well, you can’t wear red just yet.”

“Such a strange rule.”

“Apparently when Agape wears red, it’s only for the most auspicious occasions.” Angels’ voice turned airy as her face lit up with astonishment. Her passion for the Gods of Love was admirable and endearing without the added obsession of climbing the ladder. She respected the concept of love in its purest form. Belle needed more of that around her. “So it’s special that you wear it in specific times.”

“Will I wear it for my wedding?” A small thrill tingled through her belly mentioning her own wedding. Belle remembered all her dreams about being the splash of red amongst pink roses and falling peach blossoms in the Cherry Palace center garden.

Angel stared up at her, eyes glossed and face flushed with excitement. “It could be the most beautiful deep red dress that has a train all down the Realm.” She gestured out through the curtains.

“That’d be a bit hard to move around in.” Belle giggled as she shrugged off the pink dress until she was down to her white underdress. “But I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

“Watch your left, Eros!” Laughter ensued from outside her room.

“You watch your footwork, Pragma!”

Hearing the Gods’ names being used as colloquial nicknames was a strange sound to Angel but it made Belle grin. She rushed forward through the transparent curtains to the sandstone balcony which looked over one of the smaller gardens. The ones with apple trees and the fountain.

“My lady, wait!” Angel whispered harshly.

The sleeve of Belles’ underdress slid off her shoulder but she barely thought to fix it. Angel quickly draped a silk robe over her body to keep her decent.

The two young Gods of Love, Pragma and Eros dueled each other like they were performing in a playful dance. Yoongi called Pragma by Jungkook and Eros by Taehyung. Both of them a true symbol of their role in the Realm.

Taehyung had beautiful deep tan skin, glowing like a bronze pearl and his sharpened eyes constantly brimmed with bliss over the things around him. He wore a loose silk shirt of yellow and white, half-opened to expose his soft chest while his dark brown curls fluffed and flowed like a gentle garden.

Jungkook was of milk tea skin, sweat on his neck and cheeks glistened, matting his raven hair to his forehead. His body was lithe and muscular adorned in a red and black shirt. The smile on his face had the perfect mix of mischief and pure joy. His feet moved like the genteel steps of a blossom dancer but his sword swings were the strength of a rock sentinel. Chuckles flowed from his lips at the sequence of movements, truly enjoying the activity instead of being full of anger and determination to win something.

Belle wanted to continue admiring him but a sense of her own mischief seeped through. The fountain centered this garden which the Gods did an amazing job to avoid in their flexible parries and attacks. When she noticed Jungkook nearing the fountain ready to avoid, she took a deep breath. “Having fun, my lords?!”

As expected, Jungkook lost his balance and toppled over to the fountain. His beautiful shirt splashed with water and his dampened hair from sweat completely soaked from the fountain flow. From up on the balcony, it looked like a Nymph was pouring water constantly on Jungkooks’ head.

Belle couldn’t help but laugh and Angel tried her best not to follow along.

Jungkook winced at his drenched self; almost a hint of anger on his face before he threw his head back and scoffed out a laugh.

Taehyung looked over to follow the sound and his expression softened when he recognized Belles’ face. “Agape,” he whispered with such a baritone voice that it even shocked Jungkook.

He tracked his gaze up to the sandstone balcony, decorated with pink roses and all-spice flowers. Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair, slicking it back so he could see her. Agape. The Goddess of Eternal Love. Beautiful brown curls and glowing skin against the warm sunlit sky. He couldn’t see it clearly from here but the hints of her pink irises twinkled. A smile tugged at his lips. “You got me, my lady.”

Belle smirked, leaning forward as her cheeks heated. “Be sure not to catch a cold, my lord. I’m looking forward to seeing you at the match.”

Jungkooks’ smile turned to a bright grin. “I’ll be as healthy as a God,” he mused before biting his bottom lip.

The day had come for Seokjins’ arrival. Mania: the God of Obsessive Love. This time Yoongi opted to see him personally in the council room. Kiku, the Earth Nymph Queen and his wife stood by his side despite her wish not to see this God again. In the last banquet, Seokjin had less than pleasant things to say to her and Yoongi was on the verge of announcing war. Thankfully Namjoon broke apart the fight, telling them to separate until they calm down.

Black robe train slithered across the white polished stone floor. When Yoongi remembered Seokjin, he saw a plump skinned charmer who saw the world as a trail of possibilities. Today he stood in front of a thinning man. “I thank you for welcoming me back after my horrible behaviour in the last banquet.” Seokjin spoke in his truest charm but it was changed. There was a darkness under his eyes now and his previously plump skin became sunken with age.

Yoongi attempted a smile. “It’s forgotten.”

Beetle black eyes flickered to Kiku with the same deathly sleep-deprived expression. “And Lady Earth, I offer my humblest apologies.”

Kiku nodded in response without a word. Yoongi knew it was her way to tolerating this visit without giving her true opinion.

“I’m happy to be part of this excitement.” Seokjin intertwined his long fingers together like a spiders legs uncurling.

“Both Eros and Pragma will be participating.”

“How wonderful!”

“Jimin will also be giving his famous stories as entertainment with Goddess Gaias’ illusions. I know you enjoy them.”

“My favorites are of ours.” Seokjin always had his way to maintaining the memory of their history. The two oldest Gods of Love. Family and Obsession building the Realm of Love from scratch. There was a twisted beauty about that fact.

“The servants will help you to your temporary chamber in the Palace.” Yoongi nodded to the three servants awaiting his order. “Make yourself at home.”

Seokjin bowed and turned his heel, quietly expecting the servants to scurry after him.

Yoongi glanced over at Kiku. Her entire body exuded a sense of concern and a hint of anger, green vines were twirling around her fingers to relieve her stress. He held onto her hand, her skin as soft as a cloud. A silent comfort to reassure her that it’ll all be well.

Thousands of people in the Realm of Love crowded on the wooden pavilions, waving their flags of rainbow colours representing their favourite jousters. Excitement thrummed in the air with that hint of curiosity. Who would the Goddess Agape stand next to at the end of the festival? Some of the members of the crowd were already deep into debate as to which fighter would be the most appropriate.

At the center and best view of the arena, three velvet lined seats were placed. Yoongi sat in the middle with Kiku on his left and Belle on his right. A step lower than the seats were the three non-performing gods, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok, the God of Self-Love.

Once the crowd was organized and ready, Yoongi stood up. He didn’t need to move an inch before everyone delved into an attentive silence. “Welcome to our esteemed competition, good people. The rules are simple. You are to clash with your partners in a fair joust and the winner will provide a favor of their colour to the Goddess.” He gestured to Belle. “The one with the most favors will win the match.” Yoongi waved his hand. “Let the games begin.”

A wave of applause and cheer welcomed the first jousting match between Taehyung and an Earth Nymph. Their gold and silver armor glinted against the summer light. Another trail of pin-drop silence as the jousters had their lances ready. Belle kept her eyes on Eros as most of the crowd did. No one expected him to be much of a sportsman but his blooming friendship with Jungkook seemed to have influenced his new hobbies.

With a clap, the stallions galloped towards each other. In a pounding rise of suspense, they grew closer. Closer. Closer. Taehyung smashed the lance against the Earth Nymphs’ chest earning a wild applause.

He reached the other side and one of the servants gave him a white favor for his victory. Taehyung rode out to the platform where Belle sat. Keeping his half-lidded gaze, he kissed the favor and had it levitate towards the Goddess. “For you, my lady.”

Belle smiled and gently accepted the favor. She gave a short bow to acknowledge his gift.

Another series of matches continued on but what Belle truly waited for arrived around five matches later. She may have counted in her head until she saw the red flag matched with green.

Jungkook rode in his glinting obsidian armor and black stallion that had the most beautiful silver mane. He was a picture of magic. Lances at the ready, the crowd stills with anticipation. The Earth Nymph rides first and Jungkook follows suit a few seconds later. There were some murmurs that the God lost his focus in the midst of the match. They soon found out it was another reason altogether.

The sheer brute force of Jungkooks’ lance nearly cracked the Earth Nymphs’ armor and had them falling off their horse. Due to the leather straps, the Nymphs’ struggling body was still being dragged by the stallion while servants tried to get them to safety.

Belle stared at the fallen Nymph in worry, feeling a bit guilty for the sheer excitement brimming through her body at Jungkooks’ explosive victory. He brought a red favor. This time Belle stood up from her chair as the beautiful stallion closed in. Moving down the step platform with Namjoons’ help, she took a moment to caress the stallions’ head.

“For you, my lady.” Jungkook handed her the red favor.

Belle accepted it, feeling the warmth of his palm and the heat exuding from it. “My lord,” she muttered before turning on her heel. Perhaps it was too blatant of an action for her favoritism but she didn’t care.

Yoongi noticed the flushed pleasure on Belles’ face. He couldn’t help but chuckle, rubbing his lips and instinctively holding Kikus’ hand. A part of him remembered how the early thrills of a blossoming relationship felt like. The more Belle smiled, the more he felt grateful for this tournament.

Jungkook stayed still on the spot just watching Belle move back up to her platform. His body and soul grew too comfortable in her aura that it made him dizzy. When the Goddess sat down and faced him, he shook himself back to reality. Giving a quick bow, he rode back for the rest of the tournament.

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Night fell into a deep blue blanket of sky and the remnants of thrill from the tournament celebrated with ale, dancing and pleasure. Jungkook had last seen Taehyung in a bedroom full of the most beautiful Nymphs and the smell of incense. With the look on his face, one could only imagine what was going on in there. He, however, was called to Seokjins’ chamber.

He knocked on the door four times and announced himself before Seokjin invited him in with a chirpy tone.

“Welcome, Jungkook!” Seokjin was about the only person other than Yoongi who could call him that. “I hope you had fun in the tournament.” He gestured for him to sit at the dining table.

“Sword fighting is more my favourite—” Jungkook relaxed on the chair, his tired muscles aching when it was finally resting. “—but I liked the favors idea.” He smiled.

“I’m sure you did.” Seokjin picked up an apple from the glass bowl and wiped it on his robe. “Keep going like this and our deal will go smoothly.”

His smile faded, fingers lightly tapping on the arm of his chair. “Do you think it’s fair? Sneaking up on the Goddess like this?”

“Don’t start getting a conscience now, my lord.” Seokjin chuckled. “When you were begging for your friends’ life, you said you’d kill the Goddess.”

Jungkook tasted something bitter on his tongue at the thought.

“Too bad that friend didn’t have your beautiful dedication to friendship.” He scrunched his nose. “Wind Nymphs, they’re a bit filmsy, aren’t they?”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, averting his gaze.

Seokjin let out a deep sigh, raising his palms. “Apologies.” The kindness of his gaze ended as soon as it started when he narrowed his gaze. The shadows cast under his eyes made him look more like a Demon than a God. “But we’re still on this deal, aren’t we?”

It wasn’t a request open for Jungkook to refuse. If he backed out of his deal then the price would be dire. Seokjin was an ancient God of Love like Yoongi. Entities like him could take a God or Nymphs’ powers, rotting their core soul into a Demon. An animalistic creature with no memory of their past self.

Jungkook was trapped the moment he thought of a deal with Seokjin. All he could do was nod and accept the betrayal he was going to perform.

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nakunakunomi · 3 years

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This is part of the Awkward Fluff Collab I am doing with @burnthoneymint and @some-piece (who made the banner!). Prompt: We wake up in one bed. Neither of us have an idea what happened. Requested by: Anonymous

2nd person. Genderneutral reader. No warnings, just fluff!

Your head was pounding. That was the very first thing you noticed when you woke up. The pounding of your head, in sync with the beating of your heart. You had a ringing in your ears and you wanted to shut your eyes even tighter than they already were. You tried to open your eyes, but the brightness of the sun peeping through the window was already way too much for them to bear, and you felt your head pounding even harder. You groaned, trying to stretch out your legs, but immediately pulling back when you noticed that your leg brushed against something -or rather someone- that was not supposed to be there. You slept alone.

You felt a rush of panic as you instinctively checked if you were still wearing your clothes. You exhaled slowly in relief as you noticed that was still the case. You tried to wreck your brain, trying to figure out what happened, but there was nothing but a black void where the events of yesterday evening should have been. You remembered having dinner, you remembered feeling perfectly fine; and then: nothingness.

The sudden movement of you jerking away your leg caused whoever was next to you to stirr, and even though it hurt, you slightly opened up one eye to see who it was. The person made a groaning sound, seemingly in a similar situation as you were. Whatever happened, you both were waking up miserable. Was there a party last night where you consumed too much alcohol? You occasionally had a drink, but you didn’t think you’d ever been blackout drunk.

Your concerns grew even more as your vision started to unblur and you opened your other eye to make sure your brain was not playing tricks on you. At this point you were fairly certain that none other than your captain was lying next to you, his auburn hair splayed on the pillow, some locks that would otherwise be defying gravity sticking to his forehead.

You opened your eyes fully, now better adjusted to the light, and made sure you were in your own room. You didn't want to move, afraid to wake him up, and even more so afraid of the confrontation that would follow the moment he did. He was not as clothed as you were, but considering his usual attire, that was hardly a surprise. Nevertheless it became harder to keep your focus on trying to remember the more you stared at his toned chest, slowly rising and falling to the rhythm of his breathing. The movement early was nothing more than a false alarm, he still seemed fast asleep.

You went over what you knew: one, you had a headache, two, the more you thought about it most of your body was aching and sore, three, you had absolutely no idea what was happening or what had happened last night, and four, your extremely attractive captain was lying in your bed with you.

Well, the extremely attractive was an addition you made yourself. You’d be lying if you’d say you didn’t have the tiniest crush on your captain. But any kind of close contact that didn’t have to do with a battle flustered the man to no ends, making it incredibly hard to actually get closer to him and figure out if your attraction to him was purely aesthetical; platonic, just because he was your superior; or if there was something more behind it.

You didn’t get that much extra time to think about it, because Drake stirred again. This time it was a little more active, and you could see his face scrunch together in annoyance as he was probably subconsciously figuring out he was not in his own bed. You were fairly certain the captain’s cabin had a more decent bed, as well as curtains to block out unwanted sunlight, a luxury you didn’t have.

You decided you could no longer postpone the confrontation. You had to know what had happened. “Good morning captain” you said, an apologetic smile on your face that Drake couldn’t see because his eyes were still closed.

What happened next, all just happened within a fraction of a second. Drake shot up, eyes wide; the shock of your voice immediately followed by the shock of seeing your face, that one immediately followed by the realization that he was in your room. He let out a yelp, all his usual composure out the window as he scrambled to get up and out of your room. He nearly walked into the door as he made his way out, effectively forgetting his boots.

You were in shock as well, but you were also very much trying to suppress your laughter. If it weren’t for your curiosity and the fact that you were still in pain, this would have been the funniest thing you’d seen in a while. You got up carefully, grabbing Drake’s boots and went outside to follow him. This confrontation had to happen somehow, and you figured he wasn’t going to give out orders barefoot.

The minute you opened your door, you were met with loud laughter from your crewmates. You raised an eyebrow at them.

“Okay, you guys seem to know more about this than I do. Fess up.”

Most of your crewmates were laughing too hard or shaking their heads. They were caught up in the hilarity of the situation way too much to actually explain what happened. You were about to give up and just continue on your way when you heard one say in between sobs. “Your confession was beautiful and heartfelt y/n, too bad the captain fainted”

“My WHAT?”

More laughter ensued and you stood there, mouth agape in shock, still holding the captains boots. “Honestly, considering what just happened, I doubt he remembers what happened. And well… we did help a little.”

“Please,” you didn’t like your own begging tone, but your head hurt even more from the confusion added onto the physical pain, “what happened?”

The laughter died down a little so the rest of the crew could listen to the one guy that had started to talk to you and now explained what had happened the last night. Apparently you had slipped on something someone had spilled on deck right at the point where there was a little ledge. You had made an ugly dive, and fell on the floor, explaining the pain in your whole body. You were out of it briefly, and by the time you came back, you seemed to be so much out of it, that the captain was called to ask what the crew should do. The moment Drake had appeared in sight, your -probably slightly concussed- brain had done the only thing it could think off in all it’s dizzy confusion: confess your undying love and loyalty to the man, who had been relatively close, trying to determine if additional medical help was required.

It all had come to an entertaining conclusion when you had sealed your confession with a kiss; sloppily capturing the lips of your unsuspecting -and already flustered- captain and delivering the final blow to knock him out. He really passed out from embarrassment and you lost consciousness again a little later. A doctor was called who had reassured the crew both of you were fine, and the crew had thought it’d be a fun idea to drop the both of you in your cabin ‘just to see how things would play out’.

By the time the story was done, you were shaking from embarrassment. You dropped the boots on the floor, and ran back to your room before locking the door. There were only two questions echoing through your head: did the captain remember? And if he did, what would his response be.

There was not too much time to think about it when you heard a knock at the door and a voice called out for you. “Captain has asked you to come to his cabin. And oh, bring his shoes you dropped on deck.” A low chuckle was heard. “Good luck.”

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Young and Beautiful | Rudy Pankow

So after you lovely people were so kind to my previous fics and I gained a 1000 followers !!!! (still not believing it tbh) I wanted to give you a little something something. This idea has been in my head for a week now but it’s gonna be looooong so prepare yourself for a series! I love you all and thank you so much xoxo

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trigger warning: A little bit smutty but just really intense passion!!

Word count: 1,226 words

Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire and drowning in ice-cold water like-wise. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody made you feel like that. The thought that this wasn’t actually real was pressed to the very corners of your mind as you stared into Rudy’s eyes, his shirtless form hovering above you. God, he was gorgeous. When he looked at you like that and touched your bare skin with his slightly calloused warm hands, it was too easy to forget all the cameras and people around you. But all this was just in your head and you were playing your part just as he did. How you wished in that moment it would be true.

When you got the call that you got the role for JJ’s love interest in the second season of Outer Banks you were ecstatic. You had watched the first season in a couple of days and already fell in love in it and when your agent had mentioned that you might be considered for a part in the next season you couldn’t contain your joy. A couple weeks later you were on set and met the rest of the cast. They were all lovely and welcoming to you but you couldn’t help but feel like a bit of an outsider since they had already grown close to a real family in the first season. But you made the best of the situation and couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by all these amazing human beings. You shared an apartment with the Maddies in Charleston and you girls had the most of fun after shooting was over. The boys were just as lovely and sweet and you couldn’t believe how you got so lucky.

And then there was Rudy. Already during your chemistry read, the tension could be grasped all through the room. It was clear to all the casting directors that you would be a perfect fit. Rudy and you hadn’t spend a lot of time together outside of shooting except when the others were around too. You got along great though, a bit too great.

Every time the two of you ended up alone you couldn’t help but feel nervous and your heart was beating three times as fast. You told yourself that it was just a crush, seeing that he was ridiculously handsome. You both were professionals after all.

When you started filming romantic scenes however the feelings got worse, way more intense. You were sure he felt it just as much as you did. After every screamed ‘cut’ you couldn’t even look at each other because the tension was running too high.

You knew he was just playing JJ and you were playing Y/C/N but it all felt way too real when he stared deep into your eyes with his baby blues.

You kept it friendly and platonic all through shooting but today would be yet another challenge. Today would be the first kiss scene that would quickly lead to a more intimate scene in the bedroom. You tried to not let it bother you too much but your nerves were running high nonetheless.

“Okay Y/N, Rudy! You just had an emotional fight, your feelings are simmering right underneath the surface, you’re screaming at each other and then…” Valerie Weiss made a dramatic pause, “JJ kisses Y/C/N passionately!” She grinned at the both of you.

You took a deep breath and gave Rudy a hesitant smile when the two of you got into position.

“You okay?” He inquired kindly and squeezed one of your hands softly.

“Yeah…” You sighed and smiled genuinely, “We’ll rock this, right?”

“Oh absolutely,” He grinned and winked at you playfully. This didn’t really help the butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You nodded and waited for the ‘action’ and acted out your scene flawlessly.

“I’m just trying to understand, JJ! Why do you always push me away?” You screamed at Rudy, or JJ in this case, and tried to convey as much desperation as you could.

“It is none of your business Y/C/N, that’s why. You can’t fix everybody, you know? Especially not me!” Rudy screamed right back at you, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes and you had to admire his acting skills.

“I don’t want to fix anything. When are you gonna get it into your thick stubborn head that I care about you?” You were moving close to him, hands fisted in his shirt as you tried to get him to look at you. One hand went up to his cheek, “JJ, look at me,” You whispered softly and could feel your own tears rolling down your cheeks.

Rudy’s eyes met yours, the colour of the ocean looking back at you with such intensity that your breath caught. It felt like time stood still as you stared into each others eyes, like you were the only two people in the universe. Damned be all the cameras around you and people on set.

He nodded once, as if preparing himself for what came next. Faster than you could process his hands were on your cheeks and he pulled you close to him.

Lips crashed on lips and you could feel the sparks literally igniting between the two of you. Your mouths moved desperately, always trying to get closer and closer. Your hands wandered around his neck, into his hair and pulled slightly. His mouth opened and his tongue slipped out to caress your bottom lip to silently demand entrance which you granted.

Kissing Rudy was like feeling fireworks in the place where your heart should be. He tasted of sweet lemonade and mint gum that the both of you had chewed before the scene, joking about it. But this, this was no joking matter anymore. This was a feeling you had longed for all your life and you couldn’t believe you had finally found it. Kissing Rudy was pure ecstasy.

“Guys! Guys, I said cut!” The director’s voice roped you back into reality and the two of you finally broke apart, catching your breath.

You were still entangled in each other, hands everywhere they should not be in this second, and breathed heavily as your foreheads rested against each other, eyes locked.

Rudy’s pupils were blown, darkening his usually so bright eyes into dark dangerous hues, and his cheeks were flushed a beautiful rosy red. You were certain you must’ve looked quite similar.

“Well, if that wasn’t a kiss!” You heard Chase celebrating from the side and the both of you finally broke apart.

Too late you realised that you hadn’t even heard Valerie when she screamed ‘cut’ the first time. The embarrassment of the situation slowly crept up on you. But this time you didn’t look away from Rudy, quite the opposite. And he was staring right back at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“That was sheer perfection! I think we actually already got it!” Jonas stated after a discussion on the scene.

You weren’t sure if you were happy about nailing it on the first try or sad because that meant no more kisses for now. All you knew was that you craved Rudy’s hands back on you and his lips locked to yours. By now you realised that you were entering dangerous waters.

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bleulone · 3 years

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Can we talk about about how Colin looked in ep 1 when he first saw Marina compared to how he looked when he saw Pen in ep 8. Almost the exact same look! Of course his look to Penelope is probably more about his guilt because he brushed her off when she tried to warn him but still..progress! Lol and then when he's getting ready to leave for Greece, he glanced towards Penelope's home. I think they're having Colin's feelings for her grow gradually in the show instead of all of a sudden like in the books.

Hey! Thank you for this insightful ask of yours :) Sorry for the late answer, I took a long time to write this— without further ado, here we go!

Indeed, Polin is first and foremost a story of gazes, those gazes being of many natures. Whether they are love ones, friendly ones, admirative ones or lustful ones, looking imposes itself to be a huge parameter in Penelope and Colin’s love story.

In order to understand that on screen, film-making has at its disposal a very rich and smart langage of its own. Sometimes, comparision helps to underlines the differences between one character’s relationship with person A mirorring person B. I feel like Shondaland and Chris Van Dussen wanted to introduce the audience to the evolution of our Bridgerton men’s perception of Love. For instance, while Anthony views attachement— to Siena— as a way to escape his responsibilities before becoming his villain (...until our queen ma’am Kate Sheffield comes to the picture), Benedict doesn’t comprehend this universal concept and prefers to enjoy the many physical pleasures life can offer. In other words, the older brothers already explored their sexuality here and there, making them the infamous rakes that they are. As for Colin, it’s a complete other thing.

Colin is young. Very young. At 21, he’s just left Eton College and barely knows anything of the world nor women. Like Anthony said in 1x06, Colin hasn’t been taken to brothels which is a very important step in the building of young men’s sentimental and sexual education during that time period. Since he missed this essential step, our sweet/immature boy has no clue about how to deal sagaciously with his feelings and his “foolish” impulses, baring his naivety. At this point of the story, we can easily come to the conclusion that Colin is a virgin who can’t drive XD. He’s just a child overcame by his passions, a hopelessly romantic who rushes things without taking the time to properly court or know his significant other. And his off-screen flirtation with those supposed numerous girls in London isn’t of any help to justify his (oh so little) experience. So when he sees Marina, he’s so struck by her... mainly by her alluring appearance. And he doesn’t seem to let his eyes nor mind go beyond her exquisite beauty.

In this perspective, the whole Colin/Marina storyline can be perceived as a parallelism to the Pen/Colin’s one. In 1x01, he is immediatley smitten with a dancing Miss Thompson, which happens to be ironically the same case with a 17 year-old Pen but with him. We got to see her, a few moments ago, dreamily looking at him from the back of the dancefloor (echoeing the episode where she fell madly in love with him after he fell off his horse at Hyde Park). She’s charmed by his dashing look and his kindness, yet she doesn’t seem to know anything else about him considering the rare conversations they share. Her burning gaze fits the original story from Julia Quinn’s books because in Romancing Mister Bridgerton, the 28 year-old spinster Penelope do realize later on that Colin is more than a good looking man : he’s a human who possesses a temper and flaws.

Either way, both of our boos are portrayed as hopelessly young people in love who childishly idealize the objects of their affection.

In 1x08, it’s the other way around. It’s Colin who sees Pen first, her who appears to wear the yellow dress’ lookalike from the pilot—what an interesting call back ^^. With his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide open, we can catch sight of the timid spark of a change in his gaze : Colin Bridgerton notices Penelope Featherington. He‘s touched by the realization that she cares about him. It would be rather inappropriate of me to say that Colin is already in love with her. However, in the finale, I do believe that he’s more struck by her high level of deep care for him than her beauty.

We are thus able to spot two big differences in Colin’s relationship with women in this season : when his attraction to Marina was purely physical and rushed, his attraction with Penelope is more emotional and slow. And for now, he comes to cherish his special bond with her, especially after she tried to warn him of the dangerous trap he was about to fall into. Even if he just sees her as his younger sister’s best friend right now, Pen matters in his life. And it’s still a little yet important progress for sure.

Speaking of which, I agree with you that this look of awe as well as realization is mostly mixed up with guilt. Since he didn’t take into account her words, he felt the strong need to apologize. But bear in mind that guilt formulates a considerable part in Colin’s feelings for Pen... and it’s only the very beginning. In the future, he’ll blame himself for not seeing her as the beautiful goddess and siren that she is in the first place. He’ll blame himself for not reciprocating the feelings for her.... Though at the moment, due to his lack of experience with women, Colin is oblivious to Pen’s obvious signs of sorrow when he told her he’s leaving for Greece/Cyprus. Next time, he’ll detect her sadness and won’t let her go, I’m sure of it (if he doesn’t I’ll riot).

Furthermore, I’m so glad you brought up the scene where Colin glances at the Featherington house. I had the same thought as well. When you put this still and the one where Pen is crying while looking at her window side by side, it even seems like they’re looking at each other. In a way, it implicitly confirms Pen’s key role in his final decision... After all, she’s the one who inadvertently inspired him right ?

The act of traveling has always been seen as cathartic since leaving home to discover yourself allows you to heal your broken heart and soul. It’s natural for Colin to do this. To make his first real steps into the world. His choice is quite relatable more than it is essential for his arc in the series. I can’t wait for him to come back all changed, hot ^^ and mature. I think, like you said, they are planning on making him progressively falling in love with her. Colin’s feelings will gradually leave the platonic zone to explore and officially stay in the intimate zone throughout the seasons.

Overall, the Colin/Marina and Colin/Penelope parallel in s1 mostly helps viewers to compare the way Colin evolves from being a stubborn naive boy to a heartbroken young man who’s aware of his crutial need for Experience. His coming of age, just like Pen’s, has just begun. And they will surely lead to our boy changing himself into the true charming rake that he’s meant to be and our girl into a more confident woman. Consequently, I think their story won’t take 10 years but rather at the very least 5 years perhaps to fit the TV timeline. Once Polin will finally be able to discuss, we’ll hopefully get to see more interesting nuances and shades added to the portrait they painted of one another over the years. They’re indispensable to the slow build up of their emotions/attraction as well as the shattering of their childish idealization/perception of each other.

All in all, I’m so loving the fact that season 1 beautifully sets up the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story. This first installment is like an expository scene of a play. It leaves a trail of clues and pieces of information here and there at the reach every viewers who can pick them up and analyze what can be the main themes which will determine one character’s story arc/romance. With Polin we have : admiration, wit, love and friendship, desillusionment. (I know they are more but it’s all I can think of rn lol).

If we’re already emotional messes just with the mere power of them looking at each other, imagine when they’ll actually talk and share real conversations. It’s going to be a long way to canon but luv me some good fluffy angsty steamy slow burn :) ✨ I hope this long of mine answers your ask ahah, even if I talked about many things other than just Polin’s looks. Also, sorry if you spot some grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language.

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sweeterthansammy · 3 years

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Absurd Lies || James Potter

Young James Potter x Fem!Reader; Reader plays the role of James’ ex-girlfriend; Platonic!Remus Lupin x Reader + Platonic!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: In which she loves him but she can’t have him.

Genre: Angst

Written in third person point of view.

Warnings: Arguing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of cheating, brief mentions of smoking, brief mentions of drinking, mild language, & some fluff at the end (it’s cute but idk if it should be considered fluff 😭)

Word count: 2.3k+

Another rainy day, more of an excuse to bawl her eyes out in broad daylight. Y/N was a mess, as she hadn’t seen James in over two weeks. Meanwhile, James was attending to his current girlfriend’s needs, treating her to back rubs and unlimited supplies of chocolate ice cream.

Y/N wasn’t in her right senses - many would agree - yet she decided to get up and make her way down to the apartment that James had been living in with Remus and Sirius. Ridding herself of her messy sweatshirt, she pulled on a black t-shirt, fixing her black leggings before pulling on her trench coat.

AT THE MARAUDER’S

“I bet you five galleons that it’s a boy,” Sirius offered, looking up at the scar-faced boy sitting in front of him.

“No way! It’s a girl.”

“Wrong, Moony. It’s a boy,” James interjected, taking a sip of the bottled beer in his hand.

“How are you so sure?” Remus asked, narrowing his eyes at his hazel-eyed best friend.

“Well, she’s growing fairly fas-“

“Boys! There’s someone at the door!” Lily called from the living room.

“I’ll get it,” Sirius muttered, popping a grape into his mouth while making his way to the door.

“Sirius,” Y/N exhaled, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Y-Y/N.”

Sirius couldn’t form any other words, not being able to even look Y/N in the eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

He took a quick glance around, mentally cursing at the fact that Lily laid comfortably on the couch, watching TV and indulging in some more snacks.

“Where’s James?” she asked, rather loud.

“Did someone ask for a James Potter?”

With a cocky grin and running his hands through his hair playfully, he stopped in his tracks, his entire demeanor falling as he looked at the woman who he once claimed to be the love of his life.

“Y/N? What in Godric’s name are you doing here?”

He couldn’t help the way his eyebrows furrowed as he felt something suddenly ignite in him.

“I wanna join the party! Who is it?” Remus asked, approaching the group that remained at the door.

Realization struck him as he caught a glimpse of her H/C hair, taking in the features of the face that he’d grown used to having around.

“Boys, who is it?!”

All of their expressions fell at the sound of Lily’s voice.

“Hello?!”

She grumbled to herself, trudging her way over to the door before pushing all of the boys out of the way.

“I swear, I have to do everything myself around here,” she mumbled, her face lighting up with a smile as she looked at Y/N.

“Y/N! It’s been forever, come on in, dear!”

With a warm hug from Lily, Y/N entered their apartment, sticking with the pregnant girl. The boys continuously shared glances, non-verbally warning one another to not slip up. Y/N knew the energy was off, but she decided to not say anything, as it was her first time seeing James in two weeks and she didn’t want to mess up. As they settled down in the kitchen, Lily clasped her hands together, smiling brightly at Y/N who held a warm cup of tea in her hands.

“I haven’t told you yet, but I’m pregnant!”

“Congratulations, Lils! I can’t definitely see that you’re...pregnant,” Y/N chuckled, making awkward hand gestures as she looked at Lily’s stomach. “But aside from that, who’s the father?”

The boys choked on whatever they were drinking, all turning around so they were facing neither of the girls.

“That’s such a silly question,” Lily giggled, running her fingers through her hair.

“How is it silly? Is it one of these two nitwits?”

“Oh my goodness,” Lily laughed again. “Who have I been dating for the past five months?”

“Moony? Padfoot?”

“No, silly! It’s James!”

“Oh don’t be absurd,” Y/N giggled.

The delighted smile that she wore on her face fell, her stomach being dominated by uneasiness as she realized Lily wasn’t joking.

“James and I are having a baby!”

“What?”

Lily then became unsure, confusion written all over her face.

“I-is there something wrong?”

Y/N’s mouth hung slightly agape, her waterlines threatening to let her tears flow freely. James turned around, his eyes stuck on Y/N’s, almost begging her not to cry with the look in his eyes.

“Lily, darling, would you wait for me in the living room?” James asked her, keeping his attention on Y/N.

Lily obliged, scared of Y/N’s reaction. What was wrong?

“Five months, James? And you’re having a baby with her?”

“Y/N, I can explain-“

“James, there isn't a jackshit to explain! You were cheating on me for five fucking months and you got her knocked up! When were you gonna tell me, James?”

“Y/N, I planned on telling you. I really did.”

He looked over at Sirius and Remus, who still had their backs turned to the both of them. She looked at them as well, hatred residing in her eyes.

“And you two - both of you knew but couldn’t tell me anything?”

Both of them lowered their heads, ashamed of the fact that they made Y/N prone to getting her heart broken.

“Look, we’re sorry,” Remus spoke up, finally turning to face her.

Sirius copied his actions, not being able to fight the pang of guilt that rang in his chest when he saw tears running down her face, knowing that he could’ve prevented it.

“Some fucking friends you are,” she muttered, holding back the stream of curses that wanted to fly out of her mouth. “Is that why you ghosted me for two weeks, James? You didn’t have the decency to tell me that you were sleeping with someone else and then you just ghost me. James, I thought you were dead for fuck’s sake! You wouldn’t return any of my damn owls! For crying out loud, James, I nearly killed myself over the fact that you weren’t there with me!”

“Princess, I’m sor-“

“I’m not your princess, James. I’m just the fool that’s too insane to accept that you don’t love me.”

“I do love you.”

“That’s just an absurd lie, James. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have gotten another woman pregnant - let alone, kept a secret relationship with another woman.”

On her way out, she stopped to say her farewells to Lily, waving at her with a soft smile.

“Sorry for the intrusion, Lils. I wish you the best of luck with your family.”

She glanced back at James one last time, her jaw clenching as a fresh stream of tears painted her face. She was about to disappear into a little hut when she paused for a moment, clutching onto the worn-out golden pocket watch that adorned her neck for over two years. She sucked in a deep breath, removing it from around her neck before walking up to James, placing it in his palms.

“I know how much it meant to you,” she sniffled before offering a weak smile to Remus and Sirius, disappearing into the little hut in her bedroom - which was, in fact, a space on her bed beneath many blankets and snack wrappers all over the place.

Days passed and no one had heard from Y/N. Remus had sent out an owl, Sirius making multiple attempts as well, only to find that it returned empty-handed with no form of response. Though it had proven that she was home, it didn’t prove that she was entirely okay.

After tons of discussing, Sirius and Remus had mustered up enough courage, making their way down to Y/N’s. With a few knocks on her door, she got up, opening it to find the two boys that she’d loved like her brothers.

“H-hey, boys,” she stuttered out, clearing the pathway so the boys could enter her home.

They stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to say until Remus cleared his throat, his tensed demeanor falling as he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s trembling figure. She gave out, crying into his chest as she weakly hugged his torso.

“We’re really sorry, darling. We could’ve stopped it, but we didn’t, and if you want to hate us for the rest of our lives, you have every right to.”

“Speak for yourself, Moons,” Sirius mumbled, earning a chuckle from Y/N.

“Shut up, you prick,” Remus spat, comfortingly running his hand up and down Y/N’s back as she pulled away, sniffling. “Aside from that though, how are you doing? We haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Well,” she huffed, turning to look at the mess in her kitchen. “I could be doing a lot better, but I don’t feel as terrible as I did a few days ago.”

Though the mess she had created a few days prior was still there, she was feeling quite better. Maybe popping a few cigarettes into her mouth and drinking from two - finishing one - bottles of rum was what she needed to numb herself at the moment.

But in the morning, when it had worn off, she couldn’t fight the urge any further. She needed some air. Heading out to the beach was something she purely needed, even though there was a thunderstorm passing by.

She desperately clutched onto the sweatshirt that smelt oh so much like James, wiping her tears against the soft fabric before tossing it into the water, watching as it vanished into

thin air.

“Well, we thought that a night out would be the best resolution. How does that sound to you?” Sirius asked, taking a sip of the whiskey that hid away in his flask.

“As a matter of fact, that sounds...wonderful.”

She let go of a breath that she wasn’t aware of holding, going to her bedroom to change into presentable clothing. The boys easily had her place looking tidy, kicking back on the sofa while stealing some of her snacks.

She stopped in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, running some water onto her face.

You will have a bloody great time tonight. Don’t weep over James.

With a few “motivational” words, she had gotten herself dressed in a knee-length black dress and she threw over a black leather jacket, pairing it with some leather boots.

“How do I look?” she asked, doing a three-sixty in the corridor of the living room, the soft material of the dress showing off her figure yet allowing her to feel free.

“Amazing,” Remus said, smiling as he popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

“Oh, trust me. If you hadn’t been with James for two years, I so would have fucked your brains out.”

“Okay! TMI, Sirius!”

“What makes you so sure that I would’ve let you?” Y/N sassily asked, winking at Sirius as she earned a “ooh” from Remus.

“I mean-“

“Don’t tell me you’re into CNC,” Y/N chuckled, throwing her head back.

“And what if I am?” Sirius questioned, quirking his eyebrows.

“Alright, when did this become a discussion about sex?”

“You seem very flustered, Rem.”

“I’m very uncomfortable, as a matter of fact, Sirius,” Remus argued.

“Virgin,” Y/N mumbled into a cough.

“Oh, I hate you two so much.”

Y/N and Sirius drowned in a fit of laughter, leaning on one another to regain some sort of stability.

“Alright, we’re going into a muggle restaurant. You two better not use magic at any given time, got it?” Remus sternly asked, a stone-cold look resting on his face as he peered at Sirius and Y/N who acted like complete children.

“You got it, daddy,” Y/N giggled with a playful wink, hiding her face in Sirius’ neck as they began laughing yet again.

“I seriously can’t deal with you guys,” he grumbled, holding the door open for them.

“Sir, may we get another bottle of sherry?”

Earning a nod from their waiter, Sirius excitedly tapped his fingertips against one another like a child. As Y/N lifted her hand to flip her hair, Sirius’ demeanor changed. Y/N easily took note of this, her eyes trailing to where his were.

My boobs? No, not my boobs.

She looked further up, a miniature shoe print resting right below her collarbone. She smiled lightly, tearing up at the matching tattoo she had shared with the boys. She placed her hand over both Sirius and Remus’, looking down at what was displayed of the tattoo.

“I’ll be a Marauder forever. James and I may have broken up but that doesn’t mean I’ll leave you guys. I love you guys no matter what happens.”

“Even James?”

Y/N cradled both of the boy's faces in her palms, wiping the tear that had slid from Sirius’ eye.

“Even James, Moony. Even James,” she mumbled, averting her attention to Remus. “He may have broken my heart but I can never hate him. There’s no point in hating someone you love.”

The trio couldn’t contain the tears that fell from their eyes, not being able to fight the feeling of missing their fourth member.

“Oh, come here you big babies,” Y/N giggled lightly, hugging both of the boys as they claimed a spot on her lap.

“Y’know, I mean it. I really do,” she paused, looking up at the two mutt-like boys seated in her lap. “I may bully you guys like there’s no tomorrow but I love you guys with all of my heart.”

They pulled the collars of their shirts down to expose the tattoo of footprints below their collarbones, smiling brightly as Y/N proudly displayed hers.

“We solemnly swear that we are up to no good. On this fortnight of October 31st, 1975, the four Marauders agree to follow each other until death do us part. We also agree to always keep secret the Great Power that we possess. Oh, yes- and one more thing. To make Snivellus's life during and after Hogwarts a living hell,” they recited their pact, smiling honorably.

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deliasqueen · 3 years

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Battered Love

Summary: Falling in love with Cordelia was easy, but will your brain allow her to love you back.

Warnings: Shitty parents? Idk if that’s a warning but just in case.

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: So this may or may not be about my life with actual examples. So um this is my heart poured out into writing, and I’m terrified to post this.

You had been living at the academy for almost a year now. The second you walked in you were completely enthralled with the Supreme’s beauty.

Wanting to know everything about being a witch, you started spending time with her. It started as small lessons in her classroom to spending long hours in the greenhouse. At first the relationship was purely platonic, with a lingering glance here and there, but after a couple months, it started to turn into something more. You two making each other’s preferred morning drinks when you got in the kitchen before the other, lingering touches, and using your greenhouse time to destress and get to know each other better as opposed to practicing spells.

One night in particular had you really feeling a certain way for your favorite witch.

Cordelia was sitting on the bench, and you were lounging on your pillow pile on the floor. You two had been talking about nothing really when Cordelia opened up about her past.

“You know I have an ex-husband, right?” Looking over at Cordelia you see her staring mindlessly at the ceiling, and you were shocked.

“I didn’t know that. May I ask what happened? Only if you want to talk about it of course.”

“You’re fine sweetheart. He was a witch hunter, which was bad enough, but he also cheated on me,”

After a deep exhale she continued, “I felt worse than I could put into words. I hated myself for loving someone who hated who I am. I hated myself for loving someone who put the girls into danger. I hated myself for loving someone who didn’t value me,”

Wishing you could wrap her in your arms, you just listened to what she had to say.

“What made the pain even worse is that my mom was so awful to me. I mean she was always awful to me but this…made it so much worse.”

After hearing her say that, you got up and took her into your arms. You pulled her down into your pillows, and you two fell asleep on the greenhouse floor tangled in each other’s arms that night.

After that night you knew you were truly in love with her, but you were too scared for her to love you back. Hearing your entire life how much your mom hates your dad, and how you are just like him, hearing how much your mom hates you, hearing your mom constantly talk about how if she could leave you two she would, eventually took a toll on your idea of love. No matter how respectful you were, how much of the perfect straight A student you were, no matter how many awards you got, you just weren’t good enough for her. You knew no matter what you did you would never be good enough for anyone to love. You were so afraid that if you let Cordelia in, and let her love you, she would eventually start to hate you just like everyone else. The only thing that gave you a little hope was that Cordelia knows what it’s like to be hated by her mom, no matter how perfect you try to be.

It was Saturday evening, and the girls were all in the living room having an extremely competitive game of drunk Uno. Skipping tonight because of an assignment you had to get finished, you were sitting in your room when you heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” turning off your music and moving your laptop you looked up to see Cordelia walking in.

“Hi honey, can I sit?” with a sweet smile, she motioned to the spot next to you.

“Of course.” scooting over, you gave her room to sit with you.

“You know the girls are asking for you to come down.” She looked at you with a pout.

“I want to, but I have too much work,” with a frown you motioned to your laptop.

Humming Cordelia just laid her head on your shoulder.

Feeling electricity shoot through your body you murmur, “How come you aren’t downstairs?”

“Why would I be downstairs when my favorite girl is up here alone?” She wrapped her arm around your front snuggling into your shoulder.

When you tensed up, she immediately knew something was wrong.

“Are you ok honey?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Scooting over, tears formed in your eyes and you did everything in your power to not let Delia see.

With a look of pure hurt in her eyes Cordelia said, “Y/n did I do something wrong? You can always tell me if I’m overstepping.”

“No! No, no. It’s not that, it’s just me being complicated.” Quickly you grabbed her hand and ran your thumb across it to get the pained look off her beautiful face.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” With big does eyes Cordelia looked at you and made you want to melt into a big gay puddle.

Quickly trying to decide to open up to her or not is one of the hardest decisions you’ve had to make. You could tell her everything now and have the possibility of being able to love her, and kiss her, and cuddle together, but at the same time what if she hates you and wants nothing to do with you once you two start dating.

Letting your negative thoughts get the best of you, you decide it’s better to live in this eternal torture of not expressing your love than it is to have the love of your life hate you.

“It’s really nothing Cordelia, I’m just stressed and tired from school.”

Cordelia being the ever observant one caught onto you saying her full name. Thinking that she had done something wrong she left your room with a mumbled “goodnight” and went to bed.

Watching Cordelia walk out of your room like a sad puppy broke your heart. You knew you had screwed up. Big time. Regretting every choice you’ve made in your entire life, you disregarded your assignment, laid down, and cried.

Waking up to a sun filled room on Sunday, you walked downstairs to see your mug in its place inside the cabinet with a missing Cordelia’s. With a big sigh and sadness filling your chest you went back to bed and quickly fell asleep.

Awaking to a knock on your door, you groaned and rolled over to see what time it is. Picking up your phone and squinting from the abrasively bright light, the time read 2:07. Shocked at the fact you slept in so late, you jumped out of bed and answered the door. Opening the door you were met with a very angry Madison and annoyed Zoe.

“You broke Cordy,” snapped Madison.

At a loss for words, you just stared at her with your mouth slightly agape.

“Cordy isn’t being her usual chirpy annoying self. Today she is just mopey, rude, and even more annoying.” With that Zoe elbowed Madison and looked at you.

“Look Cordelia is clearly upset and it’s affecting us. Just whatever happened please fix it, so she starts acting like herself again.” With that they both walked away and left you staring at the Supreme’s door conflicted.

What got to you the most about what the girls told you was that Delia is clearly upset. And that makes you upset. You thought her hating you would be the worst feeling in the world, but the fact that she was upset because of you broke your more than you could’ve ever imagined. You knew now was the time to open up about something you had locked away and buried so deep for so long.

Walking over to Cordelia’s door you hesitated. You knew you wanted to do this, but you were also terrified to do this.

With a light knock to the door, you bit your lip and wanted to run away.

A somber “come in” was all it took for you to swing the door open.

You were met with the sight of Cordelia snuggled up in a blanket reading the book. This was the book of poems you gave her for her birthday a couple months ago. You highlighted all the parts that made you think of her. Things that talked about beauty, grace, and intelligence. You put doodles of flowers and stars in the corners of some pages just because when you think of Delia you’re inspired. She cried when she read through it and told you this was the most special, heartfelt thing she owns.

“I owe you an explanation,” you looked into her sad, red eyes and your heart broke 1,000 times more.

“May I sit?” With a nod from Delia, you sat next to her with just a little space between you two to give you room to breathe.

“Look y/n, I’m really sor-“

Cutting her off with a finger to her soft lips you began, “I want you to know that my reaction yesterday had nothing to do with anything you did. You do not need to be sorry about anything. I should be the one apologizing. I reacted harshly when I shouldn’t have,”

“Y/n you tensed so hard it was like I hurt you.”

“I know, and I shouldn’t have reacted that way. That’s why I owe you an explanation,” Scooting just a bit closer to Delia for her comfort, you prepared yourself to bring up this topic.

“Growing up my parents couldn’t stand each other. They were constantly arguing and fighting no matter where we were. Every year they would have this one massive blow out fight. I had to watch them do awful things to each other and call each other the worst names. Names you would call your enemy in a fight, not something you should ever call someone you love. Constantly watching my dad make my mom feel like she’s nothing and watching my mom shoot off at my dad over tiny things really started to wear down on me. I didn’t know what to feel or who to love when there was just so much anger,” Catching your breath, you didn’t realize tears were trickling down your face until Cordelia wiped them for you.

“And sure, plenty of people’s parents fight, but my biggest issue came from my mom. She was so miserable with my dad, and I was her venting outlet. I had to listen to her talk about how my dad makes her stomach sick and how she can’t stand being married to him. I was also the outlet of her anger. Even without a failed marriage my parents have actual anger issues. Between that and the anger she held in from the way my dad treated her, I had no chance. Delia, she was so mean to me,” Voice cracking on the last sentence, you look at Delia with tears flowing from your eyes and you reached out with grabby hands.

Cordelia quickly scooped you into her arms, and you buried your face into her chest and sobbed. She cooed comforting nothings and gently rubbed your back until you calmed down.

Laying on her chest, you began telling her more, “Ever since I was little, I remember my mom coming home from work and talking about how she wished she didn’t have to come home, she wished she could go somewhere else. I was young and didn’t really understand, but I knew deep down I was hurt my mom got so upset to come home to me. As I got older, it just got worse. Her and my dad started fighting more, so she took that anger out on me. She would constantly scream in my face about how I’m just like him and how she hated both of us. She would follow that with, ‘I would leave here if I had somewhere to go.’ Everything got so much worse when I came out. Well, I didn’t really come out. She forced me to, and I wasn’t ready. She acted awful towards me until my grandma died, and then she tried to be more accpeting. Even after that though, she was still miserable and mean. She would call me a little bitch when I swear I did nothing wrong. I didn’t do ‘bad’ stuff, I made exceptional grades, hell I took the SAT in 7th grade and scored so high I got state recognition, but no matter what I did or how hard I worked it was never enough to please her. It was always I could do better, and it got to the point where that was all I heard. That I was awful, and I could do better.” Tears back in full force you just sank into Cordelia.

Through your sobs you choked out, “The reason why I pushed you away last night was because I love you Delia, and I don’t want you to end up hating me like my parents do. I don’t want to have a relationship just for us to hate each other”

Completely shocked with your confession, Cordelia holds you against her so tightly and whispers as if she’s afraid speaking too loud will break you, “Honey, baby girl, love of my life you are not awful, and I am so proud of you. You are so smart, and talented, and oh so loving. You care about people so much. You always do what you think will help others before you do anything for yourself. You are the most special girl I have ever met; I could never hate you princess. I love you with my entire heart y/n, and my love for you will only grow. Our love is not your parents love. Just because they have the relationship they do, doesn’t mean everyone else does. There is true, honest love in this world y/n, and we have it.”

Sobbing into Cordelia, you are so unbelievably relieved with her response. You feel this sense of love and pride you have never felt before.

Once your sobs had calmed down into small hiccups Cordelia gently pushed your chin up with her finger to look into your eyes. Seeing the red, puffy y/e/c eyes she loves so much made her heart swell. With a soft smile on your face, you looked at her beautiful, full lips and back into her eyes with a pleading look on your face. With that Cordelia pulled you up to her and your lips met in a passionate, soft, and long-overdue kiss.

“I love you so much Delia.” Looking into her honey-colored eyes you felt at home.

“I love you too, more than anything in this world baby girl and not one thing on this Earth will ever change that.” Laying down she pulled you onto her chest.

“Sleep now my sweetheart and know you are so incredibly loved.” Placing a kiss to her chest, you drifted off into the most comforting sleep of your life.

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