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kingmagnificoofrosas · 4 months

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Analyzing King Magnifico

Oooh boy, I have a lot to say! This is gonna be long. So brace yourself. But first 👇

‼️Note, this is my very personal opinion‼️

I'm honestly glad how the multitude of people realizes that we don't have a villain here. And honestly, while some nag and whine around that they didn't get one, I'm not mad at all that we got Magnifico the way we got him.

So in the end, it doesn't matter to me if disney actually failed to create a villain or purposely created a good guy who changes to be the antagonist.

Ok, now to the analizing part

The very first thing we learn about Magnifico is that he has a pretty dark past. He lost his home and his entire family, anyone he ever loved, all in one night. And in a very curel way. That banner tells us a lot!

First of all, if we study the picture, we see a palace in the back, some houses and right down below young Magnifico and his parents. Now, why is that so important? Back in the days only very important people were potrayed on banners. Such as royals, families of very high status or knights. Banners and wallrugs were also used to tell important stories. And since the palace is on the banner, I'm pretty sure we have a royal family here. That would mean that Magnifico had been royalty from the very start.

Further we see that the bottom got burned. This tells us that there was a big fire. Which leads me to conclude that what Magnifico saw and experienced was most defenitely hell on earth. Imagine, his family, his home, everything burns. Screams of terror everywhere, the stench of dead burning flesh and smoke that nearly suffocates you! And he was very young when that happened. So we now know that the king has big time PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) Keep this in mind, because it's literally the key to this whole analysis.

Out of his trauma, Magnifico strived to build a safe haven, where he could make sure no tragedy like the one he'd suffered would ever happen again. He build his kingdom, (on top of already existing buildings, as we know from the art book) He taught himself magic to actually have power to protect. He made sure his people are safe and live well. That no one has to suffer, endure hunger or hardships. Sounds like a evil rotten monster right?

Just look at the way he looks at the (wishes) dreams of his people. He appreciates and treasures them!

His genuine desire to protect and keep safe has always been good!

We only see him snap after Asha triggers him. And while ptsd people react overly sensitive or exaggerated, it is understandable once you know where they come from.

Analyzing Magnifico's ptsd closer and how it influenced his actions and decissions

Magnifico had looked for an apprentice that truly understands where he comes from and shares his ambitions. But the first thing Asha asks as soon as she gets the feeling she has the job safe, is if he can grant her grandfather's wish. I understand, that she cares for her grandfather but I also see Magnifico's feelings. Can you imagine how used he must feel? Constantly feeling the pressure of "I must protect what's dear to me! I must make sure my past never repeats!" And yet, the most people see him as is the "wish-granter".

Trauma shapes you, it shapes the way of thinking and if something triggers a response, you just react. If you like it or not. And oftentimes you're not even aware you're acting up. I can tell from personal expirience ...

So what about him being slightly vain and wanting respect?

Respect is earned. Generally everyone deserves to be threated with respect unless someone gives you a solid reason not to.

So let's recap some of the things Magnifico actually deserves respect for :

Surviving a horrible tragedy and still standing

Building up an entire kingdom and reigning it well (protecting his people fiercly and sucessfully bringing order)

Being selfless

Being king and carrying a freaking lot of responsibility

Now, let's look at Magnifico's "vanity moments" more closely and examine the things he does and says with questions of why?

The thing with his hair. He makes sure his hair looks nice. Ok, is this a bad thing? Does this make one ultimately vain? No. Being content with your hair and wanting to have it look good isn't vain. Neither is being happy about it. Or looking at yourself in the mirror and like yourself. You even should be able to look at yourself and love what you see. Pure vanity is something different.

What about what he says about himself in his song?

I can't help it if mirrors love my face

It's genetics! Yeah, I got these genes from outer space

Lets consider the situation and emotional state he's in. He's pissed. And I'm pretty sure this a way to try and lift himself up a bit. I mean, like mentioned above, there is nothing wrong with liking your appearance. And he IS freaking handsome. He's not lying when he acknowleges that fact.

Of course you could twist his words and say, oh he's arrogant and vain. But people can say lots of things and not actually be a bad person.

And while true vanity is a bad trait, it doesn't make one a villain. Let's compare Magnifico to Gaston for a second.

Gaston is rude from the very beginning. He's selfabsorbed and narcissistic all the way and the only thing he cares about is himself. He shows off to be praised simply for selfgratification and because he thinks he's the center of the world.

Magnifico cares immensily for others and wants acknowledgement for it. Who wouldn't? If you do something great and constantly care for others and still aren't really appreciated for it, who wouldn't be like, "I do all this and you thank me by doubting me and wanting even more? How ungrateful can one be?" And the only things we see people acknowledge him for, is 1. His ability to do magic and grant wishes, and 2. His handsome looks.

I totally understand that he's fed up at one point. Deep down wishing someone would see him for the man he truly is below all his abilities and appearance.

Gaston would walk over dead bodies to get what he wants and in order to look good. He has 0 compassion and 0 remorse.

So, even though Magnifico is a "little" vain, he's not out of evil reasons! It literally doesn't harm anyone and it doesn't cause others to suffer. If someone tells him "You're handsome." He replies, "I know."

Good! Too many people look into the mirror and hate themselves. Of course, humbler people would just reply with "thank you." But still, this isn't a solid point to call someone a villain or bad person.

Ok, now. So far we have absolutely no reason to assume Magnifico is a "villain" so let's skip to the part where it get's interesting!

The thing with the shape shifiting entity (star) happens. Something that is outside of Magnifico's power, something he doesn't understand and it terrifies him! Why? Not because he's a power hungry psycho, not because he enjoys controling people out of complacenty and is afraid to lose that. No. It's the desperation of feeling helpless, the terror of losing control, the fear of having the past repeat itself. That is what drives him mad.

Ultimately he becomes desperate and anxious enough to let himself get possesed. Even during the whole process, he says that he never wanted this, he swore he'd never let himslef be posessed. He further says, "To this book, I don't wanna be tethered, but desperate times call for desperate measures."

Let's hear that again folks! Real loud for all those in the back! He tell us 3 times, 3 times ! How he doesn't want to turn to darkness but he feels forced to do so. Why? Because of his trauma! Not because he's a villain. He doesn't want to lose his control out of fear!

Let me show you something.

There you have it! 🫴 it's that simple. I'm tired of traumatized characters being labeled as villains.

Oh yeah but he literally goes bonkers after he let himself be possesed by the evil from this book!

Yeah, sherlock, of course he behaved EVIL after that. That's literally the evil that possesed him! This doesn't make him a villain! It make's his whole situation even sadder and more tragic. The actions are obviously bad, "villainous" if you wanna call it that, but it doesn't make him a villain!

What happens to a scared animal that you force into a corner? It bites. Does this mean the animal is evil because it bit? No. It doesn't make the bite ok, but it doesn't make it evil either.

So, I, like many others also underline that Magnifico is in no way a villain but a traumatized good guy who sadly slipped.

His personality

Composed when needed

He can be bubbly as much as he can be calm. One of the first things Amaya tells Asha is that Magnifico likes to talk a lot, yet we never truly see him talk a lot! He is more calm than he is loud.

When Asha has her interview, he gives her room to talk rather than showering her in lectures of what he wants and what he expects. He's like "Go ahead, you tell me! Imma listen."

I actually feel this very personally because I'm someone who loves to talk. If I'm comfortable around someone and I made sure I can trust them, I can ramble for hours. I can talk and talk and talk like a waterfall. But at the same time, I can also be intensly quiet and listen well.

Childlike behavior

One of my absolute favourite characteristics in Magnifico is his childlike goofyness. He has this really pure cuteness to him and a bombastic humor. He doesn't pay heed if his behavior could seem akward to others, he just acts however he feels like. He's one of those adults that would still do all the things they enjoyed doing as a child or things that children normally do and I love that!

I cannot stop chuckling over the fact that he hippity hopps down one of his corridors, giving cookies to knight armors. If that isn't adorable I don't know what is! 😂

Also, please, that whole scene! The dance moves, the excitement, the expressiveness! Aaawwww!

He has a whole miniature model of his kingdom and he makes little interactive figures! I laughed tears because it's so funny and adorable! Like he's that kind of man that would cheer at the simplest accomplishments like a child unwrapping the toy the really wanted on christmas day.

There is so much we can find in here. He's :

Playful, creative, quirky, funny, passionate, imaginative, spunky, talented - the list goes on!

But let's keep going and listen to what else shimmers through the things he sings.

I'd give the clothes off Benito's back, if you really needed that

I'd be the first one to volunteer if your home were to crumble, or if you were in trouble

He doesn't just blabber nonsense here or lies. He truly would do all those things! Why else would he sing this while alone? He has no one around so one could say he's saying this on purpose to look good. He's frustrated, offended and slightly hurt and is speaking his mind and emotions. And we are shown this as an audience.

What do these lines tell us then? They tell us just what he actually is! Altruistic. It leads us right back to what we found at the beginning. His actual desire to help, keep safe and protect.

Why would he be the first one to volunteer if a home crumbles? Because his did. A king actually doesn't need to get his hands dirty. He has enough people to do things for him, yet he'd go out of his way to take matters into his own hands because he genuinly cares!

I let you live here for free and I don't even charge you rent

Doesn't sound like a power hungry, wealth loving, gold hoarding dictator to me. Get this, you are living in a kinddom for fee! No rent! The most money you make you keep and only a bit of it goes to the king to sustain the community. That's pretty awesome if you ask me.

I clean up all your messes and I'm always there when you need to vent

So he's not only selfless but a good listener as well. He doesn't judge. He, well -

I give and give and give and give-

He wants to make sure everyone is pleased. That's actually impossible but he still tries and is secrerly suffering deep down from it. If a person only ever gives and hardly gets anything back ... it's like you fill a container with water and there is no hole to drain it. Eventually you are so overly full of others problems, you suffocate or overflow.

It's SO sad that he doesn't have ANYONE to really talk to. He runs across half the palace to let out his emotions rather than seeking comfort from someone. (Which would be the oportunity to talk about Amaya but this is for another post!)

Charming, charismatic, proud, confident

The characteristics that make him attractive besides his looks. He's a gentleman, he knows how to use words well, he isn't afraid to speak his mind and carries himself with confidence, which is displayed in the way he walks. He either strides, has a light bounce to his step or a heavyness.

Ok, now, that we have the positives, we can acknowledge the negative and neutral ones. And everyone has negative traits. Again, some of Magnifico's negative traits are caused and or intensified by his ptsd.

Idealistic and perfectionistic -Magnifico constantly obsesses over how things should and could be. Chaos irritates him. He feels safe in clear structures and always strives for the best outcome for things. If something doesn't make sense for him, he feverly searches for answers until he finds them. If not, he panics. The tiniest feeling of potentially failing wrecks his nerves.

Impulsive - He's got a short temper. Yes, he can swallow a lot but if one crosses a certain line, he snaps. His emotions control him more than he controls them. And that goes both ways. Happy, sad, angry. He feels everything intense and reacts intense.

Stormy and insecure - He reacts very sensitive to stress. He feels a certain degree of urgency in his feelings and tends to be sucess-oriented. He always wants to improve and thus pressures himself.

Controlling - Magnifico's obsessive feeling of need to control comes from his traumatic past. As long as he's in control, he feels secure. He feels safe. Control is his safeplace. Not because he has evil motives but because in reality he's deeply insecure and anxious.

Paranoid and pessimistic - Again a trait that has been heavily altered by his ptsd. Originally he'd belong to the more cautious kind. Being cautious isn't something negative, it can be very helpful since one analyzes and observes carefully before choosing to trust or do something. But his trauma causes him to always assume the worst. He becomes critical where he wouldn't need to be because of his fear. (We see this with his decissions over wishes. He disregards some not because of ill will, ignorance or arrogance but because of his anxiety)

Stubborn - If Magnifico has set his mind on something he could go through walls with his head. Once he's determinded to do something, it's nearly impossible to stop him.

Distrustful - His paranoia and pessimism makes it hard for him to trust others. He becomes hard to read and hard to understand.

Now, once the evil that has been trapped in the book posesses Magnifico, he becomes ruthless, cruel and cynical. He steps into "villainous behavior" but is it what he truly is? NO! Of course not! If people talk about a classical villain, they mean a purely evil person from the very beginning of a movie/story. If we have a originally good guy, who, through circumstances, starts reacting and making wrong choices, we're talking about an antagonist.

And good grief, Magnifico was more than redeemable! If someone actually hadn't been blind to the true struggle of his soul, if someone had actually cared enough to save him! If someone had only truly loved him. He was used, wronged, backstabbed, betrayed, left alone and dropped like a hot potato the second he snapped. Poor Magnifico. He deserved better. Far better.

Thank you for reading! I'll soon post more of my analyses. 🧐

Also, creating a redemption story for Magnifico is the most fun I've had writing in a long while. 🌹 I'm excited to eventually share it with you, once it's done.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #king magnifico

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hermizery · 11 months

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salvation,baby.

n/a : so we all know how leon drinking until he passes out and getting late to his first day of work because he broke up with his gf the day before the raccoon city incident is canon. here’s my spin off. (feedbacks are appreciated :))

words count : 3k

contains : leon x f!reader, umbrella got the best of his girl, angst,babyre2!leon

warnings : none

- He felt it, silently frightened by the reality that was about to crush upon him. The dip in the bed wasn’t as prominent and no warmth emanated from his right side just like it did the whole night. Eyelid still heavy, he didn’t want to open them. she told him plenty of time already about this opportunity this one pharmaceutical company offered her after graduation. At that time, it only held this neat title in the world’s eyes and minds. but still, the thought of his first love leaving him behind after seeing each other for now years wasn’t sitting right in the pit of his guts, hell she has been the first friend he has made after the dramatic turn his life took. he remembered bloody well, sixteen and behaving like a grown woman, he wondered, for so long what was that about her that was so alluring and attaching beside only being a teen. He followed her, Leon always has been the puppy like type of person. Misery traumatized him, made him reach low points of his life and discover miserable reflections of himself he never thought he could lay eyes on, but never lost faith in the human race, not after meeting with his savior for days, the man that forged his future peacekeeper path. The life at the police academy was dull, filled with shouting and orders he had to follow, as much as he could. Leon wasn’t much of a terror, he was quiet and caring, not fully made for this skin scratching life. but he knew better, he wanted to help just like he got helped, especially when he got called in to get scold about his early fragile score at the firearm test to find the pretty general and headmaster’s niece sitting so gracefully in his office putting in the picture the improvement she made in her biology class, oh how much she enjoyed talking about them classes and at that time,it was more than his little boyish head could manage to understand, but one thing he knew, he loved listening to her tired and sultry voice, no matter for how long. after months of trying to get her attention during her weekly visits after classes, sometimes offering her to walk her home during winter or simply clumsily asking her to tell him more about the book she held so close to herself during each visit, it turns out it was a different one each time. Getting to know her better was his favorite part, never ever in his short lifespan he got so intimately close to a girl, Leon wasn’t exactly the girls typa guy, and the universe would scream to blasphemy while taking a look at his divinely conceived traits.

It was nice, he enjoyed the warmth of heartful conversations. he got to know what made her act so motherly and warm-hearted towards him everything while keeping on her natural flaws and unspoken esoteric thoughts. It broke his heart, but he couldn’t get enough of her, and that is all he did for the six following months, drowning more and more in the embrace of her own world, one he never heard about but who was he to decline any sorts of travel, a traumatized yankee?truthfully. He came to an end, no matter for how long their conversations would last, he would just stop wishing to fix whatever was broken onto the two, that’s when he realized that the both have been in symbiosis for even before he came to notice it. What she called salvation, he called it love. They have been each others first without the unneeded approval of the world, it felt like heaven being the only light of her morbid and isolated flesh prison just like it felt to her to take care of her little boy. It’s not like the world ever asked them to put them in such situations, but them, they loved it, they established a loving relationship with the world, their world, from the moment they crossed path, at least for him it was clear like crystal. they both have been different stories, but he saw his reflection in her eyes, not that she inspired him to be like him, more like he could only see himself live in her. Leon knew, to love someone is firstly to confess, only, he wasn’t prepared to be devastated so abruptly.

now against the unnatural turn God’s land got hold of, knowing she took part of it and he never wished more for salvation.

#pookie got more reasons to hate on that corp #leon kennedy #i had to do something with that information #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #fanfiction

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platinumrosetail · 1 year

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Can I request

Yandere shadowpeach free noodles spicynoodles and x paralyzed female reader Polly

Like here my idea we fall into the Lego world and we just got in a car crash and was in the hospital and got surgery and our boyfriend broke up with us cuz we are we can no longer walk. And after we just sat out load we wish we had some one who would love us and not leave us.

Not knowing a falling Star was going by

And when we go to sleep cuz we have a fever we fall into the world.

And each person from the chouple find us and nurse us to get better and we don't know the show but we know we are From a different world. And the boys slowly fall in love with us and makes us there wife.

And they lie about not being able to find a way home and keep us with them forever and have kids of our own( even though I'm freenoodles and shadowpeach we already adopted mk as our own the frist time we meet him lol)

Oooh! Modern reader, this is the first of them on here that I get to make😁 what a fantastic request!

Warning: noob author, angst, dark theme, romantic yandere characters,female!reader, poly relationships, and others.

Characters: shadowpeach, FreeNoodles, spicynoodles.

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Shadowpeach:

When you were in that car accident you had thought that your boyfriend would be there to support you like you did with him but you guess he didn’t feel the same as he broke up with you as soon as the both of you were told that you wouldn’t be able to walk until recovery.

(Who ever would do this to someone in need is a fool as everyone going through something because of a traumatic situation deserves to have someone with them to help them out in their time of need. You all matter so much more than you think you do so please have hope!! And I hope that these messages help you out as well.)

As days go by into a week you start to feel lonesome and homesick as the day turn into night, before getting a fever later in those days that had passed. You subconsciously spoke as you watch the stars from the hospital bed through the window had wished that you would appear in a new entirely different world and have someone to love and cherish you like you would them.

Not knowing that your wish will soon be fulfilled by a shooting star that had passed unnoticed by your window.

You went to bed soon after not realizing the change of scenery happening around you.

When you had finally woken up, you see that you’re not in your hospital bed anymore; you at first thought your wish had came true but soon dismissed it and try and think of a logical reason on why you’re in a new setting.

The setting is of a forest, one filled with lush green foliage and flowers along with clear skies and clean air.

Soon after you got a good look around from your sitting position a few monkeys seem to join you.

(So I didn’t know how paralyzed the reader should be so I’m just going to have the legs be paralyzed, sorry if that wasn’t what you had in mind.)

You played with them the best you can from your state. They all seemed to understand that you couldn’t move your legs but one monkey in particular had went somewhere into the depths of the forest that surrounded you and the little monkeys.

You worried on why it did that but the monkeys who are still with you at the moment seem to have wanted to distract you from where that monkey had went.

It wasn’t until what seems to be a hour before it came back but this time with two more companions which made you realized where you were.

(I also didn’t know if you wanted the reader to know lmk or not so I just went with her knowing lmk, hope you’re alright with that.)

It was sun wukong and macaque! So would that mean you’re in Lego monkie kid?!

The two was cautious with you as you could pose a threat to them and their friends but soon noticed you not making any moves to standing up, which sun being who he was had asked you why you haven’t stand up yet.

You were a little nervous on explaining it out of insecurity but macaque had understood perfectly on how you can’t walk with the way you had acted to his mate’s question so he walked over, picked you up and carried you bridal style to their home as he didn’t really won’t to leave you alone like he was before sun and him finally got together and made up with each other.

You had always thought they were interesting characters and you had a crush on them up until you had your ex boyfriend; you honestly never thought in a million years that you would meet them in person or even be in the world of Lego monkie kid!

It has been a month since you’ve met the two in real life and you started to feel much better now with them than you were with you boyfriend. You had also met mk and the others; mk is a sweet boy and you’ve been treating him like you would if you had a son because of how he’s been through.

The two also noticed how you quickly became a mother figure for mk and both agreed that you’re perfect for them.

It had been 2 more months until they started to court you after making sure you’re alright.

They have planned to have a special way of telling you that they love you and to ask you to be their mates.

Though that was ruined because of this ‘boyfriend’ of yours, you quickly explained that he was your ex boyfriend and how he broke up with you after you became disabled.

That filled both of them with rage each knowing what it’s like to be abandoned; macaque had brought you to their home before leaving to go join sun. You don’t know what they had done but apparently it took all day and night so you decided to wait for them and went to bed early.

When you woke up it was to being poked on the cheek, and when you opened your eyes you came to see sun in your face. He greeted you and you greeted back which he coped at as you had done it still in a sleepy daze.

He helped you into your wheelchair that they had got so long ago and rolled you to their kitchen for breakfast.

It was close to the end of breakfast when they decided to pop the question.

The question was shocking to hear as you started crying from finally feeling the love you had always wanted from someone or in this case by two special people who you cherish.

They will make sure you stay happy even if it means killing they will even teach yours and their son how to protect you from the dangers that will try to separate them apart.

They even gave you and mk a immortality peach so y’all can be a family forever.

Spicynoodles:

You met them because of how you had accidentally fell on redson. You quickly apologized and tried to get off of him the best you could in your condition.

Redson was reasonably mad as this has happen a lot of times in the past, mostly by his boyfriend, mk.

Mk, being the sweetheart he is noticed you’re in need and decided to help you and take care of you; redson being who he is was going to complain but was ended up getting convinced by his boyfriend into helping you.

It’s been two weeks since the three of you met and y’all been getting along great; you help around the best you can and they’re thankful though they; mostly mk but redson as well, make sure you don’t have to do much as you still need well rest and recovery time.

When they had learned of your very foolish ex boyfriend, things turned a dark turn in private away from you when they need to talk about it. If the situation arises and your ex boyfriend somehow finds you, they will make sure to take care of him, though very much different on how they take care of you.

You automatically knew you were in Lego monkie kid as y’know, you fell on redson accidentally so that was a fast giveaway plus mk being next to where the both of you had fell.

It was 5 months before they confessed that the both of them have feelings for you; you also had feelings for them but your ex boyfriend kinda stopped that, but now that you’re here you get to be with them if they would like you to be there with them.

Redson had prepared the dinner date while mk was on movie picking dutie; seeing as you didn’t know anything about this you didn’t do anything sept for the hobbies you had.

It went perfectly as planned but redson had to leave in the middle to go somewhere before coming back 20 minutes later. After the movies you had went to sleep on their bed that the three of you are going to share from now on not knowing that your ex boyfriend had found a way to this world and redson, and mk will take care of him for you.

He didn’t deserve you anyway so it isn’t like anyone will miss him as know one from your world will come and try to mess with you about and even if they do the two of them won’t stop at nothing to make sure you stay safe with them.

Freenoodles:

Tang was the one who had found you in a alleyway passed out or asleep he didn’t know which but what he did know is that he couldn’t leave you all by your lonesome as you seemed to had have a hospital band on your wrist too.

You’ve been asleep for about 6 hours until you finally woke up not anticipating that you’d been in someone’s house in a different dimension than your own, though lucky it wasn’t one that you didn’t know as the dimension you seemed to have appeared in is Lego monkie kid.

Tang had opened and entered the room with what appears to be a bowl of pigsy’s noodles.

After you ate and had something to drink the two of you talked and you had explained a little that you couldn’t move your legs because of an accident had happened.

(Again sorry if you wanted more than paralyzed legs, I just didn’t know what else.)

Soon afterwards pigsy showed up in the room, tang then explained to him on what you told him and that he would like it for you to stay for a few months or so just to make sure you’re alright and for part of your recovery.

You had soon met the others and they had all made you feel at home though it was mostly tang and pigsy as well as mk.

Tang was the first to notice how you made sure that mk was healthy and eating right like a mother would do to her son and decided to mention it to pigsy.

Pigsy was liking that mk finally had a mother figure in his life as there had never really been one to help him. Him and tang had already begun talking about maybe adding another person to their relationship before you popped up and seeing you getting along with everyone made it seem almost like date as tang described it though they won’t mention until later in the future as to not ruin their chances.

You had soon told them of your recently ex boyfriend which had worried them if you would agree on their proposal so they decided to wait and make sure you’re comfortable and feel as safe as possible.

It took a year and 2 months before they decided to ask you the question they been wanting to ask. Pigsy had closed the shop but not because of needing some ingredients it was for a noodle date at the whole with candle light and everything.

You had accepted their proposal and soon became their fiancé to their joy. Though it might not have happened yet but they made sure to be prepared in case your ex boyfriend came back either to get him to leave or kill him off it doesn’t matter as no one will mess with you again.

(A/n: I hope y’all like it and also know how special y’all are and I hope y’all have a wonderful week/year/or month!!! Plus a wonderful day/evening/night!!

#anime #various x reader #anime x reader #x reader stories #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #jttw #lmk macaque #lmk x reader #lmk mk #lmk mk x reader #lmk sun wukong #yandere x reader #yandere #paralyzed #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk red son

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liberflies · 2 years

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[未保存] Unsaved — Yuta.

Genre: angst, fluff, ex-lovers to lovers, some smut in the end, non-idol AU.

Pairing: fem!reader x ex-boyfriend!yuta.

Word count: 4k.

Summary: You and Yuta accidentally met on the beach near your house, on an autumn day, when you were walking your dog on a short walk in the late afternoon. There were numbers exchanging, video calls that lasted hours, things that sparked the beginning of your relationship. On your three-year anniversary, things changed dramatically: both of you decided it was necessary to take care of yourselves instead of trying to resolve the constant fights. But two years and a half later, you meet him again in a similar way you two met for the very first time.

Warnings: mild language, smoking, reader was dealing with some hephaphobia (the fear of being touched) problems by a traumatic past experience (she was harassed in public), yuta’s parents are kinda xenophobic. this is a sad plot that can trigger you if you’re a very sensitive person.

a/n: this is my first one-shot and idk yet if there will be any sequels, english is not my first language so i’m vvv sorry if there’s some orthographic errors or something like that. also, i’ve already suffered from the described phobia so I know what i’m talking about here tho. hope u guys enjoy!

You can remember it so damn well, like it was last night. It was hard not to feel humorless, and know you’re not imagining things. It was hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away. Every single little thing reminded you of how he would smile at you, how he used to grab carefully both sides of your face and whisper that everything was going to be okay in its time. And you also remember that you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were happily going on a walk with your dog Hypo at the empty pretty beach right in front of your family house when you saw someone a little further on. Curiosity invaded your mind, all the late afternoons you were in that place embraced by the sea and the sand made you question that boy’s presence. At that time you never saw anyone around, usually the beach was so calm that the only sounds present were the footsteps of your dog’s paws and the singing sea waves. Getting a little closer, you noticed that he had a cigarette landed lightly between his lips while his both hands were hid in his pockets. His long black locks covered some of his vision: he was stood by the water’s edge looking at the horizon. And you’d even say that the view from the horizon was beautiful, but in that moment you realized that he was even more handsome.

You never imagined that the beach boy, Nakamoto Yuta, would become your future boyfriend. After several hours a day in video calls non-stop, after gradually meeting the brunette, you eventually fell in love. You were head over heels for him. More than anyone else he respected you, listened to you and understood you. And that was the case for over two years of relationship. In the last half of the second year you started fighting more often. You might consider yourself a workaholic, but you didn’t want to admit that sometimes you took up your free time with work stuff and denied being with Nakamoto more than it was supposed to.

You were so quiet watching the mysterious guy, your hand in Hypo’s leash lost strength gradually. And, as a good happy doggo, he ran into the tall male figure. You only noticed it when you saw the guy thrown over the sand while letting out laughs thanks to Hypo. Trying to control the awkward feeling that made the apples of your face warm up, you approached them in a hurry, calling for the little white samoyed with a funny worried expression. And the rest is history.

As time went on, things got worse and messy, so when your three-year anniversary came around you two decided that it would be best for you to break up. Yuta was the one who initiated the matter, honestly he seemed cold about it and wasn’t showing a lot of clear emotions at the moment. But you didn’t hesitate to agree because you knew it was definitely not healthy at all to keep a relationship like that. And yeah, that’s it. It was over.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the relationship, there was a big problem with the japanese family. Your mother-in-law never liked you, and neither Yuta’s father. Both of your boyfriend’s parents agreed that it would be better for him if he dated a japanese woman or someone studying medicine like him, not someone like you who worked in a small, unrecognized painting studio. Yuta used to fight with his parents about that issue and when he arrived at your place he would unintentionally take out part of his anger on you.

That day you left Nakamoto’s apartment in the middle of the night while your face was holding a good amount of tears. Usually he would drive you home so you wouldn’t go alone, but there was no turning back. When you were walking down a dark street near the center of the town, a group of men who had just left a bar spotted you as an easy target. Stealthily and silently they followed your footsteps, your mind was too full and confused to notice those three guys. Two of them grabbed each of your arms tightly and pushed you against a wall, not letting you go. The other, the tallest one, glued his body to yours: one hand squeezed your neck so you wouldn’t make any noise and the other caressed the inside of your right thigh. When they saw your bloodshot eyes shed tears of despair they just burst out some laughing. Those were the longest, most horrendous five minutes of your whole fucking life, and would have been more if the police not happened to be passing by. Pushing them and running away as fast as possible, you didn’t even want to talk to the cops who saved you. You just went back to your house and took a hasty shower to get any touch from those sick people away, crying all night after that.

Eventually your family and some of your friends found out about it, including Yuta, who blamed himself for not driving you home. But he never really commented on the matter with your common friends, he preferred to refrain from addressing a single word to you because he believed he was not worthy of such a thing. You developed hephaphobia thanks to the traumatic episode and it took more than a year of therapy and psychological support for you to even be able to hold your friends’ hands.

Fortunately time has done its work and after two and a half years here you are, in your own painting studio and in greatly improved health, being able to make more physical contact with the people you are close to, even if sometimes you get a little nervous. Filling a blank, empty canvas with life and colors simply took any, if not all, bad feelings out of you. It was your own therapy, and that’s what helped make you who you are today. A strong and pretty independent woman.

Speaking of paintings, you just noticed that the purple paint was gone and you needed it to complete the lavender flowers that danced on the canvas. As it was still 6pm, you knew you still had an hour to get yourself a purple paint palette at your favorite store, so you took off your apron and washed your hands thoroughly before leaving the studio and locking the doors.

The path wasn’t very wide, and the sunset turned the sky into pleasant orange hue. You made a mental note to yourself to paint this someday. After a few minutes, you looked to your left side and remembered the path you took to your old house: the beach was there. And, suddenly ignoring the time you had to buy the purple palette, you smiled excitedly and ran to your favorite spot since ever.

When you were near the water’s edge you kicked off your shoes and sat on the comfortable sand, closing your eyes and inhaling the all-too-familiar scent of the sea. It was just too good. The sea possesses a power over one’s moods that has the effect of a will. The sea can hypnotize. Nature in general can do so, and maybe that’s why it is the only thing you ever painted. Anne Frank once said “the best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature” and you totally agree with that.

The truth is, you have no idea how long you’ve had your eyes closed enjoying the aroma and sound of the sea. Probably 30 minutes, or 20 minutes… You don’t really know and you don’t have much interest in knowing. But it was enough minutes for you not to be alone anymore.

“See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me”, so suddenly, a voice that seemed to weigh with tiredness and the smell of a mint cigarette were present in the field of your senses. “No one knows how far it goes”.

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

For a few seconds of silence and nervousness, your eyes insisted on keeping closed, not wanting to believe the familiarity of the voice you just heard. Neither your eyes, neither your heart.

When courage invaded your deepest veins, accompanied by a fresh sea breeze, your vision turned active again and there you were looking at the left side of your body. Legs. The person next to you was standing, but you didn't have to look up to know who that voice belonged to. The obvious has never been so painful before.

Suddenly all the progress you'd painstakingly made over the past two and a half years seemed to regress a little slowly in a excruciatingly way. The memories of the ocean that hovered in your mind were solemnly replaced by laughter, holding hands, kissing and whispering. And all of that belonged to a single person. Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But in all these years you tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that you were remembering it all the damn time.

“Mi hozon”, the japanese words were spoken in a husky, low tone by the person next to you. Soon he was sitting there, but keeping a respectable distance. Your head didn't dare change the angle as you watched the lateral of his face. The black locks now had a pretty shade of brown that reminded you of the trunks of autumn trees.

“What?”, your question could sound pretty ridiculous to both of you: he knew you couldn't understand japanese, and besides, your voice was immensely shaky. Your body couldn't keep the little tear that danced slowly down one of your cheeks. There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

“Unsaved”, he said breaking the seconds of silence once again. Nakamoto Yuta was now staring you straight into your wet eyes.

More silence. Your cry did not echo strongly, it was silent and careful. Maybe you were a little too stubborn with yourself, you didn't want to totally collapse around him after you'd finally managed to recover from that day. From that trauma. It wasn't his fault, but you knew he carried it with him anyways. Your whimpers, whispered in sobs, were at this low volume not only for that reason tho: you would never dare interrupt the melody of the waves in such an intimate moment.

“I didn't save you”, he was calm, but the pain he was controlling was apparent. “I didn't save us neither”.

“Bad things happen-...”

“Always with the ones who don't deserve it at all, Y/N”, the taller one was now using both hands for support behind him. Not escaping your sight, you saw his long, beautiful digits dug into the sand as he pressed them down hard. “All I cared about was you and I did nothing after they told me what happened with my girl. I didn't have the courage to face you, I was a coward who got carried away by emotions and not by the reason. Apologies shouldn't be asked, they should be avoided. They're not a good sign. So why do I feel so fucking wrong about this?” because he loved you more than anyone before. Because he still love you.

You took a deep clean breath and wiped your face with the back of your hand, It was possible to feel all his confused emotions that were in those deep words. Trying not to get too deep into the subject, you ignored his lines. “How's life?” Again, your voice sounded weak. And even if you wanted to, you couldn't hide that fact. But Yuta knew you so well that if you decided to hide it he sure would know about it with no doubts.

Before giving you a verbal response, your ex-boyfriend took another drag on his mint cigarette. “My parents are dead”, there was no remorse or pain in that sentence. “They did a lot of shit to me so I don't really miss them. I'm only here in Seoul temporarily, i'm living in Japan because of work”.

“I see”, you couldn't blame Yuta for not being saddened by the loss of his parents. You more than anyone knew they were never decent people. They were prejudiced, stubborn, they just wanted to know about the family's financial stability.

“Honestly, I didn't believe that I would never see you again. But that would be the most likely option, right?” and it was. Or at least, you hope it was, unless you were just lying to yourself.

The atmosphere between the two of you wasn't uncomfortable, but it was unusual and a little awkward. The maritime melody occupied the scene for a few more minutes while you thought about what you should say, or if it was not necessary to exchange more chat. By now you should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone: you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence. But now he was there. Right by your side. And your heart wasn't at the planned pace.

“Yuta-”

“Y/N.”

A clash of simultaneity between your names broke the lull. Determined to speak, your lips parted to continue talking but the process was interrupted again. A fluffy weight pushed your back slightly forward and it didn't take long for your face to feel something warm and wet caressing it. Four white paws traced the free little path between you and Yuta until they excitedly climb onto your lap.

“Hypo?!” you exclaimed, astonished at the size of the dog. Hypo was huge compared to earlier times, but the cute muzzle hadn't changed a bit. Wasting no time, you wrapped the friendly animal's body in your arms and hugged him longingly, mentally thanking him that he hadn't forgotten you. But then you stopped.

It was happening again.

What should you call this moment? A serendipity mixed into a nostalgia, or mixed into an epiphany. Something tells you that there will be another deja vu, but only this time, you’ll make it consciously. It's like you two were meeting again just like the very first time. But the situation was pretty different. And you didn't stop it even though your conscience knew what was happening. You could have chosen to walk away, to leave the beach the moment Yuta sat beside you on the cold sand lit by the orange sunset. And Nakamoto could have chosen to have lit his cigarette inside his car instead of going out to approach you when he saw you. Unlikely, both chose nostalgia. Both chose love.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And despite the serious expression that adorned Yuta's face, you knew his feelings were about to explode. He cared so much about you and he wasn't hiding it from your eyes.

After Hypo took some distance to continue exploring the beach, you and Yuta went back to staring at each other deeply. You could see an entire universe in his eyes, it was possible to decipher the words of his silence just by looking into them. And that's because you knew him too well even after two years and a half.

“Let me save us”, after tossing the unlit cigarette somewhere nearby, one of his hands came up to carefully cup the side of your face in a very slow and gentle movement. It barely touched you, as if it were a request for permission. “Let me take care of you, Y/N. I don't want this whole thing to mean absolutely nothing” he was talking about this meeting.

He was touching you so subtly. Strangely, you didn't feel nervous as you often did. Yuta's touch made you feel safe, your body was shaking from the feeling of adrenaline coursing through every corner of it. Not because of fear. You didn't fear Yuta, you were afraid of a repetitive void. That's what you were feeling.

“I'm not gonna make this something unsaved again, because again is practice, and practice is improvement, and improvement only leads to perfection”, when you didn't back down and didn't show any alarming negative signs, the young japanese men allowed himself to continue, holding your face tighter. He started a simple caress with his thumb over your cheekbone while you laid your head on his big hand.

“Nothing is perfect, Yuta” your sentence entered the taller boy's hearing smoothly, and he already had the answer on the tip of his tongue.

“I know, we were never perfect in all those years. I made some mistakes, you made mistakes too”, you two were physically closer. Now he was holding your face with both hands. Slowly, the centimeters were decreasing. “Who's stopping us besides ourselves?”

Usually when you become aware of your heart, you want it to stop beating. You feel like you need a break from the constant rhythm, a rest. Now, your heart was beating so hard, you felt like you had an earthquake inside of your body. It was weighing you down and your hands were shaking with the need of safety and comfort. But Yuta was giving it all. You placed your hands on his, your breaths were ragged and a little hastily messed up. They were mixing.

“I miss you” you said in a whisper, sadness taking your senses. “And i'm afraid”.

“I miss you and i'm not afraid of loving you again”, The truth is that he never stopped loving you, but he didn't need to explain it in words because he knew you understood it just by looking and by his gestures. Unable to hold out much longer, Yuta left a short, light peck on your lips, keeping a useless distance after that. Your mouths touched superficially.

Your hands moved to the shirt he was wearing and tightened on the fabric covering his chest. A longer kiss was about to ensue, but you preferred to wrap yourselves in a tight hug. When the right person hugs you, it's like medicine. You're grateful for those few people in your life who are good for your soul, and you're even more grateful of being able to do it again.

Maybe the universe really did make its choices. You shouldn’t waste your time in anger, regrets, worries, and grudges. Life is too short to be unhappy. And felt safe with him. It has been said, 'time heals all wounds'. You honestly do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone. The wound left by that horrible episode translated into the trauma that settled in you, and it hasn't gone away. It's getting better, you're healthier, but it still there even if it's weaker. However, this does not only apply to the bad part. Your love for Yuta also never went away even after so long.

Perhaps one day, all those past conflicts will end. It'll be because you both have changed. In life, we make the best decisions we can with the information we have on hand. And we receive new information every day. The information you are receiving now, in the exact moment you hug Yuta, comes straight from your heart. It says you've found your safe point once again.

“I have my own medical office in Japan, and the place is big. It has free space”, your thoughts flitted for you to pay attention to Nakamoto's words. “You could use that space to make your art studio, y'know...”

Your throat let out a short laugh, you took advantage of the situation to pull away and wipe your face. The atmosphere was lighter. “I don't have the courage to leave the beach”.

“I don't have the courage to leave you”, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, he buried his face in the crook of your neck where he left a subtle bite.

The only things that kept you in town were the beach you loved so much and your studio. Yuta knew that one of your big dreams was to travel abroad, as you had never done that before.

“I'm serious, Y/N” he continued. “I want to fulfill all our old plans and live a pleasant nostalgia by your side. I'm financially stable, I can pay for your ticket if you need to. You know I'll do anything to help”.

No matter how generous the offer, you would decline. You worked for your own money and you were willing to use it for that. But yes, that means you really wanted to go to Japan with Yuta. You knew when he was being honest or truthful with you, and he always was to this day. Now it would be no different. Some beautiful paths can't be discovered without getting lost, and you've been lost for the last few years. It's time for you to find a beautiful and safe path next to Yuta.

“I'll think about it. But if I go, I can pay for myself. Let's just... be patient and stay calm. Something unsaved can be bad, but being unhurried will save it”. As the last ray of sunlight illuminated the young lover's brown eyes, you calmly held his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

Yuta flashed a smile that shot an arrow through his heart before holding your chin with his free hand, touching your noses and foreheads. “May I?” he asked gently.

There was no hesitation in your senses, you were no longer trembling. Yuta felt like home. And so, you close the small distance and give him a pure kiss. One of those who shows will, affection, determination. The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other. You missed this and you thought you didn't. But now you don't need to hold it back.

Your chest was rising and falling in a hurry, your breathing, despite the lack of it, wasn't making you feel uncomfortable. Yuta still let you breathe sometimes. He was pressing your body against the front door of your house, one of his hands was gripping your neck in a strong and harmonious way, it was such a perfect fit. Meanwhile, Nakamoto's free hand was pretty busy in the free space between your thighs.

Both of you were totally soaked in salt water, your clothes stuck to your skin. During the final time on the beach, Yuta picked you up and threw you both into the water while roaring with laughter. As a result of that, you ran to your old beach house, which you still had the keys to, and the moment you entered Yuta decided to kill all the missing feeling he had for you.

You were a moaning mess. After moving your panties to the side, his fingers spared no effort. He moved two fingers between your wet walls at a fast speed, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Talk to me, baby”, in all the years you've been together, you've never heard Yuta's voice in such a sensual and dangerous tone.

You shook your head several times, you had enough knowledge of your own body to know that you wouldn't be able to formulate a complete sentence. As a consequence of that stubborn act, the rhythm of Yuta's fingers became faster and stronger.

“Alright, doll. I'll make you talk if that's the case. You just need to promise me something”, withdrawing his fingers from your tight interior, he raised his hand to his lips while keeping his eyes fixed on yours. His velvety tongue roamed over the length of his long digits, cleaning the remnants of your essence. And still without taking his eyes off you, he pulled back a little just to unzip his pants.

“There's no turning back now.”

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Drunken Secrets-Robin Buckley x Fem Reader

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Summary: You and your friends have just defeated Vecna and EVERYONE made it out safe, so Steve threw a party to celebrate. After you and Robin get drunk together, you let more slip than you planned to…

A/N: don’t mind the aggressive “everyone” up there, I just can’t write a fic without it being some sort of fix it fic, so yeah, everyone is alive in this one because we need that.

You had never been one to fixate on impressing people. Normally, you didn’t really care. Except when it came to Robin Buckley.

Robin was the most gorgeous human being you’d ever laid eyes on, not to mention how incredibly funny and clever she was. Ever since you’d starting working with her at Family Video, you couldn’t get her out of your head. Not that you could tell her any of this, though. In a town like Hawkins, that kind of statement would get you ostracized faster than you could say “lesbian.” Besides, you didn’t even know if Robin liked girls, and trying to find out could easily ruin your friendship, which would be the worst possible thing.

So, even though you were sure you’d never tell her how you felt, you spent at least an hour getting ready for Steve’s party. It was summer, so you couldn’t go too overboard without being miserably hot, but you were damn near close to that point. This girl really had driven you mad. All this effort for a crush you couldn’t even act on.

Steve's backyard was already packed with people by the time you arrived. Not "people" like from his parties back in his King Steve era, but "people" as in the group of you that dealt with all of the Upside Down chaos. All the kids were here, as were Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, and of course, Robin.

You hesitated in your tracks slightly upon seeing her. Damn it all, she'd worn eyeliner. Only rarely did you see it on her, but you absolutely loved it. Focus, you told yourself as you snapped back to your senses.

After greeting all your friends, you went to grab a beer from the cooler and some chips from the food table. As you stood there, you felt your eyes wander over to Robin. She stood with Steve, both laughing happily. Your eyes lingered a little too long, and you didn't even notice as someone sidled up behind you.

"Jesus, still can't keep your eyes off her, can you?" Eddie chuckled as he popped open his own beer can.

You jumped and whirled to face him, nostrils flaring slightly. "Oh, shut it, Munson. Don't act like you haven't been eyeing Harrington all night."

You and Eddie had formed an odd sort of friendship in the past couple of weeks. You both had sort of bonded over the traumatic events you'd went through. He'd been the only person to figure out your crush on Robin, and you'd picked up on some vibes with him and Steve. Neither of you had officially confessed anything on the matter, but there was a quiet sort of understanding between you two that you both realized you were...different from the others.

"That obvious, huh?" He took a swig and grinned down at you.

You laughed at his cheeky smile. "I mean, 'don't ya, big boy?' was pretty obvious."

"Well, so is the staring, so unless you want the girl to think you're a stalker I would cool it." He shrugged, giving you a sideways glance.

"The Stalker and The Freak, what a pair we make, right?" You downed the last of your beer and grabbed another.

"Hawkins' finest outcasts," He smiled and lazily clinked his beer can with yours.

As the night wore on, the younger crowd began dwindling. Eventually, all the parents had came and retrieved them all, so the older teenagers were left on their own. That's when everything let loose.

It had been a tense few weeks. All the murders and near-death experiences had definitely weighed on everyone's shoulders. That's how you all wound up drunk on Steve's patio.

You had never been more grateful that your friend's parents were never home. Beer cans littered the ground and the six of you were absolutely out of it.

As luck would have it, Jonathan and Nancy had split off to the side, as did Steve and Eddie. That left you to finally talk to Robin.

"Hey," You grinned sheepishly as you flopped down on the ground beside her.

"Hi," She returned your shy smile with a giggle, which was definitely courtesy of the alcohol.

Everything felt a little fuzzy as you sat next to the girl, the two of you kicking your bare feet in the pool. It took you a few minutes to remember that you should make some conversation. That came easier after a half an hour and another beer for each of you. Soon enough, you were engaged in a bubbly, buzzed conversation.

"Work has been soooo crazy, I'm absolutely beat." You groaned and laid your back flat on the concrete, dragging out your words slightly.

"No kidding." She huffed out a sigh and laid down like you had. "Especially... for... you." She poked your arm after each word, which had you chuckling.

"What's that...what's that s'pposed to mean?" You slurred.

"Y'know, the boys. Hundreds of 'em. Begging for your number and to take you on dates." Robin murmured lazily.

"So annoying! Ugh! I hate boys!" You blurted with a sudden anger. You'd had too many beers to sense that you were approaching on dangerous territory with your words. Something was bound to slip out, but you couldn't stop yourself now.

Something in your response caused Robin to dissolve into a fit of giggles. "Me too! Hate 'em!"

"I...I just want them to never talk to me again, y'know? No dates! No thank youuu!" Your voice had drifted off in a raspy singsong.

"Not even the nice ones?" Robin asked, her arm raised in the air as she tried to catch a lightning bug.

Your eyes were trained on her outstretched hand as it waved through the air slowly. "Nope. Doesn't matter if they're nice, silly."

She turned to you, confused. "Why not?"

You were faintly aware of a nagging feeling that you shouldn't tell her something. But why not? You couldn't remember. Everything just felt so warm and she was so pretty, you wanted to tell her everything.

"Because I don't like boys. Duh!" You giggled and booped her nose lightly. "But I don't think you're supposed to know that, so it's a secret."

"I have a secret, too. You want to know mine?" She leaned over and whispered in your ear.

You felt your face go even redder, this time from her proximity and not the mass amounts of booze you'd already consumed. You nodded, eyes wide.

She looked around suspiciously before whispering, "I don't like boys either!"

You both gasped, wearing matching expressions of shock. Quickly that dissolved into more laughed. Everything was just so funny for some reason.

"Want to know something else? I like girlssss..." You slurred between your laughter.

Robin sighed dreamily and smiled at you. "Me too, girls are just, I don't know, just so pretty."

"Girls are so pretty...you're so pretty. Maybe that's what you weren't supposed to know. That's another secret, 'kay? I don't think I was supposed to tell you how pretty I think you are, so don't tell Robin." You couldn't stop the words from flowing out of your mouth.

"I won't. My lips are zipped." Robin mimed pulling a zipper across her mouth and you chuckled. Suddenly, she seemed to have some sort of realization. "Oh! Wait! A secret for a secret. I have to tell you one now. Hmmm...wait, I've got it! My secret is...I think you're pretty too! But you can't tell Y/N either."

"I won't! Pinky swear!" You held out a pinky and the two of you clumsily shook pinkies.

At some point in your conversation, the two of you must've drifted off. The only reason you knew that was because of your eyes creaking opening slightly to daylight.

As you sat up, you were first aware of the killer headache you had. You took in your surroundings and saw a glass of water on the end table beside the couch you were currently seated on. You took a few gulps and glanced around some more. It looked like someone must've carried you into Steve's living room last night. Not shocking, you'd ended up here before on some rare occasions.

What shocked you was the sight of Robin asleep on the loveseat next to the couch. She began to stir as you noticed her, and that's when it hit you. It all came flooding back. You had told her! You had been stupid enough to get drunk and then tell her you liked her!

Quickly, you stood and hurried to grab your things and leave. Maybe she wouldn't remember what happened. I mean, you were surprised that you did after all the beers you'd had. Maybe luck would be on your side for this.

It appeared that it wouldn't be when a voice called out just before you reached the door.

"Y/N!"

You stopped and sucked in a breath before turning to face the girl. Robin's cheeks were slightly flushed as gazed at you. "Yeah?"

"Why are you, um, running off?" She shifted from one foot to another nervously.

Now it was your turn to blush. Great, you were embarrassed and she looked really cute when she was nervous, there was no stopping the heat rising to your cheeks in these circumstances.

"Um, I should just probably head home," You ducked your head to hide your reddened cheeks.

You turned to leave again, but she stopped you once more. "Wait!"

"W-what?"

Now Robin looked just as nervous as you. "I was, uh, thinking that maybe we should, I don't know, talk or something? I mean, only if you want to. We totally don't have to. I'm not even sure if you remember last night or what we, uh, talked about. But I do, and I'm okay with talking if you want to talk. If you want to..."

Your heart about stopped in your chest. She remembered, and she wanted to talk about it. Before you started jumping to conclusions about the kind of talk she wanted to have, you asked the first question on your mind.

"Did you mean what you said? About...girls? About me?"

Robin's cheeks flushed just as hard as yours were. She nodded. "Yeah...did you? Mean it, I mean. Did you mean it too?" She clarified, stammering slightly.

It was your turn to give a nervous nod. "I did, I do."

A moment of silence passed between the two of you. Neither of you were quite sure what to do with this. I mean, it's not like things had ever worked out like this for either of you. People that were gay weren't exactly out and about in Hawkins. So, what were you supposed to do when you actually found someone?

"What do we do now?" Robin blurted the question you had just been debating internally.

You thought for a second, and then decided to muster up your confidence and go for it. "Well, I like you, and you like me, right?" She nodded with a shy grin. "Then I think we go on a date."

Her eyes widened. "A date?"

"Yeah, a date. We could go on like a picnic so people wouldn't see, or to be honest, no one would suspect a date right off the bat. They'd probably just think we're hanging out. We can go wherever you want, Robin, do whatever you want. So, do you want to go on a date with me?" You could feel yourself rambling like an idiot, but you couldn't stop.

"Yeah. Yes! I would, um, I would love to go out." Robin blurted nervously.

"Okay, okay, great." You chuckled nervously. "Um, how about tomorrow? I could pick you up at seven?"

"Yeah, sounds great," She nodded anxiously.

"Great! I'll, uh, see you then. Uh, bye!" You waved to the girl before stepping outside quickly.

You weren't entirely sure what just happened, but somehow you had landed a date. You were a bundle of nerves and excitement, but there was also an overwhelming joy above it all. Robin Buckley liked you back, and that was one of the happiest feelings you'd ever known.

#stranger things #fanfic #writing #imagines #x y/n #robin buckley #robin x y/n #robin x reader #lgbtq #wlw ship #wlw #self insert

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jjtheclown555 · 2 years

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We need more mommy haitani 😫😫

ask and you shall receive!

Mother Dearest Pt.2

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

tw. cursing, description of domestic abuse, minor references to smoking and drinking of minors and adults, descriptions of assault, that feeling when you are going to do something bad and your mom already knows, not proofread

content. haitani brothers mother raises them after they are released from prison

pairings. none, just a mother raising her boys

word count. 2.4k words

a/n. since people enjoyed the first part, I wrote a part two for these boys. I feel like part one was better written but I hope this is still enjoyable!

I remember when me and Rindou were young. The memories of our parents divorce is faint, the nights mom would stay late with her lawyers to ensure she got full custody even fainter. I remember when cigarettes would go between our mother's lips as she watched us play in the backyard, reading whatever trashy magazine she picked up this week. I remember when I’d hear her muttering about our father while she sipped wine late at night before realizing we were there. I now know she made an effort to ensure we never knew what happened between her and our father, just saying that the relationship didn’t work out.

I didn’t understand until I was 9 years old, when I realized why she didn’t want us to know. That was the first time I saw my mother afraid as the man we called our father hit her, telling her to give him rights over us, thinking we were sleeping. I saw her wide eyes before she held her arms in front of her face, which only resulted in him hitting her stomach. I remember the yelling as she would try to force him out of the house, the shoving and yelling, and tears threatening to spill from her eyes which she refused to let fall, as it’d take away her only power in the situation.

It wasn’t until now I realize she kept shoving him and putting up with being hit that night for us, so we wouldn’t get hit by him too. I barely thought before I moved to keep him away from our mother. I told Rindou to call the police before standing between them as fast as I could, our father immediately softening to make it seem like he hadn’t been hitting my mother over and over until blood started drpping from her mouth.

When the police arrived, he was immediately taken away and the 3 of us were brought to the station in a different cop car. Our mother was hyperventilating, holding onto me and Rindou as tightly as she could. She would whisper reassurances, apologies, and thanks over and over. Me and Rindou were just confused as to why he had hurt her, our young selves had promised to never make her sad like he did. I guess we broke that promise.

My recollection of the past was quickly brought to a halt. The sound of my mother calling me for dinner is a harsh wake-up call after remembering her fear. I slipped out of my bed and walked to the table, Rindou already sitting next to my seat. I sit on the chair next to him when my mother places our bowls in front of us, a meal I used to eat with casualty now looks like a delicacy after the bare minimum that was prison food. She gave us a nice serving of nikujaga, ensuring we can have more if we need. She sat across from us, praying before eating a some of her stew.

She was far more religious than me or my brother. She would take us to church every week, surprising anyone who hadn’t known her with her Christian beliefs. She always jokes about how if she she was alive during the salem witch trials, she’d be burned at the stake before meeting Jesus. This was due to her fascination with witchcraft and paganism, joking in how she’d hex our father if she could.

Humour was her coping mechanism, using it to defend herself from the thoughts eating her up from the inside. Her laughter had been infectious, even if the subject of the matter was something we knew was traumatic for her, we can’t help but laugh along. She’d probably be uncomfortable if we hadn’t responded with joy. It was odd to say the least, each of us knowing what their marriage did to her. We know it broke a piece of her, disregarding all the times she claimed it just made her stronger.

She’d always been strong. For fucks sake, we knew about all the shit from her childhood. We knew how much she had to work to make a stable life with all the mistakes from her youth. While I don’t know about Rindou, I know how guilty I feel when realizing I’ve made her same mistakes.

Bit after bit of our meals disappear, me and Rindou ready to excuse ourselves after all three of us had finished our dinner. Our mother stopped us before we could leave. “Just wait here for a minute. You didn’t think I wouldn’t have anything to say, did ya?” Me and Rindou stay in our seats. Waiting patiently as water falls over every dish, and the sight of a sponge pressing soap onto our dirty dishes can be seen from the kitchen. We sit in silence, knowing Mom would be finished with the dishes soon enough.

And she was. Taking the place she was seated beforehand back. She takes a few moments to breathe, putting her head in her hands. She lifts her head up, resting it against her palm. “I’m not angry with you,” she begins, sighing deeply, “if I was, I’d be a damn hypocrite.” We nod along, a bit lost at her tensity. “Did I ever tell you about when I got arrested?”

Me and Rindou look at each other and back to our mother before shaking our heads. Rindou speaks up, a bored look crossing his face. “No. You only ever told us that you were arrested for assault in your third year of middle school.” He seems confused but she simply lights a cigarette, taking a drag before beginning to explain.

October 22nd, 1976

A friend of mom’s was crying, mom consoling her as she tried to ease the tears falling from her friends eyes. Her friend’s boyfriend had cheated, and mom—the protective soul she is—was pissed. She held her friend close, giving a tight hug to her as she whispered reassurances. When her friend was calm, she had left the bathroom they were in, promising it’d be taken care of.

It wasn’t until after school, later at night that she found him and his friends in an alley. They were drinking together, her friends boyfriend with a girl clinging to his arm. She pulled a smile, walking up to the boys and asking non-chalently to the boy she was focusing on, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” This caused the girl clinging to him to get defensive, clutching his arm tighter. He eases her off, standing up to our mom and brushing her off.

He was a lot larger than her, taller and more muscular. He stood up straight, knowing she was friends with his soon-to-be ex, and attempting to intimidate her. She didn’t take it however, explaining that she knew about him sleeping around while in a relationship. He took this as an insult, attempting to appear even more threatening, unable to faze our mother. Despite being young, and having such a size difference, she kicked him, hard, in the stomach, causing him to hunch over in pain. She hit him repeatedly in his face, beating him the same as me and Rindou had done. Not to the point of killing him, though. The police his friends had called arriving before she could beat him in too bad.

He suffered deformation of his face, a broken nose, jaw, and a shattered rib from when she had kicked him. She however, was sentenced to 2 years of imprisonment with work for aggravated assault. He was lucky he didn’t lay a hand on her, she knows how to manipulate situations for her benefit and would’ve gotten a minimal sentence if he had.

She explained it all in as much detail as she could remember. We sat in silence, unsure of what to say. She however, knew exactly what to do. She ruffled our hair a little and wandered back to her room, shutting the door behind us.

Rindou and I reveled in our guilt. She made the same mistake we did, and we realize exactly how upset she must’ve been. She must be disappointed in herself for allowing us to follow in her footsteps. I know she has regrets. Going to prison being one of them, marrying our father being another. But I’m sure that not stopping us from making the same mistake she did, has to be the greatest. She’s shown time after time that the two of us weren’t regrets, that she loves us.

And once again, my guilt shifts to pity for this poor, pitiful mother. “What a pathetic woman,” I say out loud. I stand up, taking paces back to my room, noticing my brother still hasn’t moved from his chair. I walk past mom’s room, the sweet smell of vanilla that overwhelms the smoke fills me even with the door shut tight. Oh, what a lovely little home that mom created.

When I reach for the doorknob, I can hear some shifting from back at the table. I quickly turn to look at my brother, who—while still in his chair—has turned to look at me. “Shove it up your ass, Ran.” He says, his face still relaxed and lacking emotion. Every now and then, he starts reminding me of mom. His sternness, his snark. He’s too blank-slated to be exactly like her but god does the resemblance show at times. When he dismisses my pity, his words, tone, posture, and stare, they all resemble her. That doesn’t bother me though, I just roll my eyes at him and slip through the threshold to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

I glance over each drawer in my dresser, taking a few items of clothing from them. A simple t-shirt and black sweatpants, nothing too intriguing. However, it’s all I need to go from my room to the washroom, turning the shower on, just warm enough to not be freezing but still cold enough to handle the constant warmth in the house. I always take colder showers because of the temperature that mom keeps the house at. The only time she turns off the furnace is in the summer, and even then it’s after a lot of begging from me and Rindou.

I remove my clothes and slip into the shower, water falling over my skin. I grab the conditioner on the ledge, massaging it into my scalp and working my way down through the rest of my hair, washing it out before repeating the process with shampoo and conditioner one more time. I can hear some noise outside the shower but the flowing water blocks out my ability to identify it. I smooth soap over my skin and wash it off, repeating the steps for each body part until I’m clean. I then shut off the water, the noise from outside the washroom growing more and more noticeable. Mom and Rindou are chatting about something, the tones of their voices make it unclear whether it’s an argument or not. Nevertheless, I dry off, pick up a towel, and put on my fresh pair of clothes.

When I step out of the washroom, attempting to dry my hair, I can better understand their discussion. It’s not an argument per se, but Rindou is getting a bit too heated and I’m preparing for him to get a little too smart-mouthed for mom's liking. Rindou is asking her if he could go out tonight, I know that it’s about meeting with Izana as he had asked of us. In prison, shortly before his release, we promised we’d meet with him about his goals after we were released as well but it isn’t working out that way.

I ignore them, heading back to my room as mom begins to get passive-aggressive with Rindou. I also need to use the number Izana told us so I can let him know we won’t make it.

Before I can leave, however, the words I hated most came out of mom’s mouth. It cut my soul into pieces as I could predict exactly what was going to happen. “Ran, baby, don’t go yet, I need you to explain to your brother why I’m not trustin’ you two out of my goddamn house.” I sigh, accepting my fate as she wouldn’t let me leave until I have taken her side. “Now, don’t give me the attitude, just get over here, son.”

I walk over to them both and Rindou shows on his face that he’s already given up, knowing that there’s no convincing her once I’m on her side. I’m not entirely on her side, either way, I understand why she doesn’t want us out but that doesn’t make me any less disappointed. Regardless, if I don’t act as though I agree with her wholeheartedly, I know I’m in for it. “‘Goddamn?’ Using the lord's name in vain, how sinful.”

“Don’t give me lip, just explain to Rindou. Maybe he’ll better understand it coming from his brother rather than his oh-so heartless mother.”

I sit at the dining room table with them, thinking of every lecture she’s given me and every time she’s used me and Rindou to convince each other right at this same table. Oh, what lovely memories. I take a deep breath and relay the same points I’m sure she was making about how we just got out of prison and how she can’t trust that we won’t get into trouble again.

As I’m talking, I glance at her and see the biggest smile across her face, she looks almost devious as she cuts me off. “Y’know what? I’ve got a great idea that will allow you two to go out!” Rindou looks as though he scored with this comment. I suppose he just doesn’t learn that when mom says she has a great idea to let us do what we want, it’s only good for her. And of course, my suspicions are correct as the words that come out of her mouth turn my already-shattered soul to ash. “I’ll come with you both!” Rindou’s mouth gapes and I rest my head in my hands. Of course, this would be her condition. “I mean, if you have nothing to hide and are doing nothing wrong then that shouldn’t be a problem, right?” The heavy looks to her make her smile wider.

“Will you tell me what you’re going out for or will I just have to come with you guys and find out myself?”

I know this took forever but I'm trying to finish stuff before I post my biggest project (a fanfic on ao3 and wattpad) as well as doing a shit-ton of studying so I don't fail my tests, and just burnout but I finally got the motivation to finish it and I hope it meets your expectations!

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stargazer-sims · 1 year

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Journal Entry #48 (part one)

previously - Journal Entry #47 (part two)

Victor

It's Tuesday.

People tend to think Tuesday is the most uninteresting day of the week, 'cause nothing important ever seems to happen on Tuesdays. Well, that's not true for our household. Not today, at least. On this particular Tuesday, all hell broke loose around here.

Okay, to be more accurate, all hell started breaking loose yesterday afternoon, when Mr. Okamoto came back from the airport with not only his wife but also his brother-in-law. Nobody had any idea Uncle Kaz was coming, not even Mr. Okamoto, and needless to say we were all shocked when he strolled through the door, larger than life.

Julian had what I can only describe as a fanboy moment when Mr. Okamoto introduced him and Uncle Kaz. To his credit, though, he recovered his composure pretty quickly when he realized his celebrity man crush is really a regular guy and also just as much of a nerd as he is. Yuki, on the other hand, didn't calm down until it was almost time for bed. It was hard to say who she wanted to cling to more, her mother or her beloved uncle.

On a side note, at the suggestion of Uncle Kaz, Yuki has started addressing Julian as "Uncle Julian" instead of "Dr. Britt". He's tickled pink over it.

Anyway, in case you weren’t aware, Uncle Kaz brings the party with him wherever he goes. In the midst of all the madness, a boys' night somehow got planned for when things settle down, so Mr. Okamoto, Julian and Uncle Kaz can further their newfound three-way bromance. It was implied that Yuri and I are not invited, which is actually fine with me. I'm not sure either of us could handle it.

Yesterday evening was chaotic. I was grateful that I'd been able to excuse myself from it for a while and spend some time by myself, recording my journal entry. Usually, I don't mind lots of activity, but I'm still not feeling the best, and the constant noise and motion all around me were getting to be too much. The house is a little quieter tonight, by virtue of the fact that Mom, Julian and I are the only ones here, so I'm taking the opportunity to rest and tell you how things have been unfolding since yesterday.

The latest development, which I guess you may already know, is that I'm able to go up and down stairs now if someone helps me. Since stairs are back in my repertoire, I decided I'd spend last night with Yuri in his room so Uncle Kaz could take my spot in the dining room.

Uncle Kaz made jokes about not being able to sleep in his own bedroom in his own house — Yuri's room, as it happens — but his humour was good-natured and no one took it personally. I think he was happy to have his house so full. Meanwhile, Mrs. Okamoto claimed her spot in the laundry room with her husband and Yuki. I don't think this place was ever intended to accommodate eight people, but there we were.

I probably don't need to tell you that Yuri and I had a difficult night. He was in so much pain that no position was comfortable for him, and neither his parents nor I could do anything to ease his discomfort.

I managed to sleep a bit while his mother sat with him, but she woke me up when she was starting to fall asleep herself and said she needed to go to bed. Mr. Okamoto came in after that. He read to us, which I would've enjoyed if it hadn't been for the fact that I was too stressed to concentrate on it. I think he was reading out loud to distract himself more than to occupy us, but far be it from me to complain, in any case. The thought was still there, and that's what mattered.

Toward dawn, Yuri started throwing up, whether from the infection running wild inside him or simply from the amount of pain he was in, I didn’t know.

It was pretty traumatic, hovering uselessly by the bathroom door and hearing him cry for me between bouts of violent retching. There was nothing I wished for more in that moment than to have some magical power where I could hold him and make all his suffering go away. I wanted to be able to fix everything. Knowing I couldn't was like trying to rescue somebody I couldn't reach, just barely touching their hand and then having to watch them fall when I failed to hang on.

"Yuri, Victor's there in the doorway," Mr. Okamoto tried to assure him for about the fourth or fifth time. "There isn't room in here for all of us, but I promise he hasn't left you. He's right there."

Yuri's reply was practically unintelligible, but I made out my name and that he was scared. I couldn't tell what he was saying he was scared about, but in his condition, he certainly had plenty of reasons.

"It's gonna be all right, Yuri," I said, hoping I sounded convincing. "Your dad's taking care of you, and I'm not going anywhere. When you're all done in here, we can go back to bed, okay?"

"Okay," was the barely audible reply.

However, Yuri and I didn't end up back in bed together. He was so weak from pain and fever and the effort of his stomach forcibly emptying itself that he actually passed out in his father's arms.

I'm not ashamed to say I lost any sense of composure I might've had at that point. I'd already pretty much reached the threshold at which I stopped taking no for an answer, but that sealed it for me. Yuri was going to the hospital, whether he wanted to or not. I'd never seen him faint before, and if I'm being completely honest, I was terrified. There was no way we could cope with this at home any more.

Mr. Okamoto was in one hundred percent agreement with me about taking Yuri to the hospital. Like me, he'd been willing to let him stay home for a while, but the situation had escalated from serious to urgent, and nobody was interested in taking any more risks.

"We should call emergency services," I said. The way my voice was shaking might've embarrassed me under other circumstances, but just then I didn't really care what anyone might’ve thought of me.

Fortunately, Mr. Okamoto was the cool head we needed in the midst of our crisis. He addressed me in English, and it startled me enough to snap me out of my panic. "Victor, are you able to get dressed by yourself?"

"What?" I stammered.

I'll never get used to hearing my father-in-law speaking English. He sounds so unequivocally British that it's obvious he learned it in the UK, and it catches me by surprise every time. I don't know why it does, especially since Yuri's accent in English is that stereotypical posh British one too, but anyway... maybe it's because Mr. Okamoto doesn’t speak English to me very often, and in between times I sort of forget.

I took a breath and answered him before he had to repeat himself. "I, uh... I'm not sure if I can. Not completely. I might need some help."

"Very well," he said. "I'll help you. I'm not keen on waiting for emergency services take their time finding their way up the mountain. We'll take Yuri to the hospital ourselves. I'll drive."

"Okay," I said, because there was really no other answer.

"Could you go and wake Rei?" he asked, and then as if he thought I might not know who he meant, he amended, "Mrs. Okamoto. She can write a note for Kazuya and your parents. I don't think it's necessary to wake the entire household, do you?"

I thought about it, and concluded he was right. Mom and Julian would certainly want to know what was happening with Yuri, and I was sure Uncle Kaz would as well, but there was nothing they could do just then. It made sense to let them get as much sleep as possible. I could call my mom from the hospital later, once I was satisfied that Yuri was in safe hands and that he'd be all right.

"I'll be right back," I said.

"Be careful," said my father-in-law.

Mrs. Okamoto was already awake, as it turned out. She was sliding the laundry room door open before I even finished knocking. Despite having claimed she was exhausted, I assumed she hadn't gone back to sleep at all after Mr. Okamoto came to trade places with her in taking care of Yuri. I couldn't say I blamed her. She was probably too worried to sleep.

She asked me what was going on, and I quickly explained everything. I even awkwardly blurted out that Mr. Okamoto was going to help me with my clothes so that we could get going sooner.

"I'm already dressed. I'll help you, if you don't mind," she said. "Kenji will have his hands full enough."

Any other time, I would've said no, but this was not the moment to turn down well-intentioned assistance.

"That'd be good," I said. "Thank you. And would you mind writing a note for my mom, please? I don't want to get her out of bed, but I also don't want to just leave without telling her anything. I'd do it myself, but.. you know.”

"Of course," she replied. "I understand."

"Thanks."

We'd just turned to head back to Yuri's room when Mr. Okamoto emerged from the bathroom with Yuri in his arms. I caught the scent of Yuri's favourite strawberry soap. His father must've been trying to clean him up as best as possible, which I know from experience is not easy when the person you’re washing has absolutely no strength to participate in the task.

Even though I couldn't make out any details, I could tell Yuri was awake again. It looked like he was clutching his father's shirt. He was making small whimpering noises; not quite crying, but rather making the sound of someone who's too weak and exhausted to cry.

"I'm sorry, Papa," I heard him say. "I'm sorry."

I felt like my heart might shatter into a thousand pieces at that. The idea that Yuri thought he had to say he was sorry tore at me, and I wanted to tell him he had nothing to apologize for, especially not to his father. It wasn't his fault that he was sick. It wasn't anyone's fault, and he wasn't letting anyone down because of being unwell.

I had the irrational urge to yell at my father-in-law, This is what you've done to him! But of course I didn't. That would've been the worst possible thing.

I reminded myself that it was evident Mr. Okamoto was trying, and even though his current efforts were nowhere near enough to undo the years of emotional harm he'd caused, it was still progress. Maybe he was moving in the right direction to repair the damage he'd done, and if that was the case, I didn't want to be the one to break that fragile new thread between him and Yuri.

I wondered how Mr. Okamoto would respond, or if he'd even respond at all. I caught myself holding my breath. Forcing myself to exhale, I took a shaky step forward, my mother-in-law guiding me with her hand in the crook of my elbow.

What happened in the following seconds was unexpected and absolutely extraordinary.

Mr. Okamoto, who was still moving steadily toward Yuri's room, said quietly, "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"You… you shouldn't have to do this."

"You're my son," Mr. Okamoto said. "It's not about whether or not I have to. Do you remember what I promised you a long time ago?"

"No," Yuri admitted.

"I promised I'd always take care of you. That you'd always be my treasure. Even if you don't remember, I do."

"I… I'm sorry.” Yuri’s voice broke on the last syllable, and he made a sound that might’ve been a sob if it’d had any energy behind it.

"Shh… it’s all right, Yuri. Everything’s going to be all right.”

"It... it isn't. I promised myself... I wouldn't..."

The tail end of whatever Yuri was saying was mumbled, and they were passing through the bedroom doorway too, so I didn't understand it, Obviously his father did, though. Mrs. Okamoto and I had just reached the doorway ourselves when he said, "You're not a failure. Being who you are is all I ever expected from you."

"But, you don't like it," Yuri said miserably. "Who I am."

"I don't always agree with your choices, but that doesn't mean I don’t like who you are,” Mr. Okamoto said. “You haven’t failed at anything in my eyes. Even if you had, I wouldn't try to justify breaking my promise because of it.”

“But… you stopped loving me. I thought… Why…?”

As Mr. Okamoto carefully laid Yuri on the bed, he replied so softly that I wouldn’t have heard it if I’d been more than a couple meters away. "No, my treasure, I’ve never stopped loving you. I’m sorry if you believed I did. No matter what, I will never stop loving you.”

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #victorsworldadventures #Victor Nelson #Yuri Okamoto #Kenji Okamoto #Rei Okamoto #tw sickness #tw chronic illness #tw vomiting #tw injury #tw hospital #stargazersims

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #050

(did this one last night but went to bed before actually posting AHHHHHHHH)

Are you a fan of My Chemical Romance? Yes. How did you get your most noticeable scar? I don't know which scar that would be. Do you like to vent on social media? NO. I barely share AAAAAANYthing relating to my personal life on major social media platforms like Facebook these days. What is your favorite thing to put whipped cream on? I absolutely hate the texture of whipped cream, so nothing. If you have any piercings, what color is your jewelry? Silver. Do you own any ripped jeans? My jeans HAD to have some tears back in high school, but I haven't worn jeans in maaaaany years. Are your parents dog or cat people? Is that different or the same as you? My mom is definitely a dog person; big ol' happy dogs bring her SO much joy. I see my dad more as a dog person too, however he and Kim have only owned cats to my knowledge, and Kim is a BIG cat person. Both of them love each though, like me, though I favor cats more. What's your favourite flavour of potato chip? I honestly really like just regular, ruffled potato chips with a bit of salt to 'em. What video games remind you of your childhood? Spyro and Crash Bandicoot more than any others. I also had this 102 Dalmatians PS1 game I really loved where you could play as Domino or Oddball rescuing their siblings. Are there are sounds that bother you on a visceral level? Probably, but I'm blanking. Did you have a large circle of friends in high school? Nah. Would you ever get a matching tattoo with someone? I actually really want to get a mama/baby bear set with my mother, if that counts. We just haven't figured out a confident design for it. My mom's always wanted a tattoo, and I had the idea of at LEAST my two immediate sisters, me, and Ma getting something to start. She fits the phrase "mama bear" fucking viciously and she loves the idea, so maybe one day. I've THOUGHT of getting something with my future spouse on like our honeymoon or something, but I'm not 100% on that. I've already made the mistake twice of getting tattoos tied to people I no longer want on my body. Do you have any sisters? How is your relationship with them? I have a lot of sisters and my relationships with them are basically non-existent because I fucking suck + two don't live here + one I don't even know. What's the most romantic thing you've ever done? Man idk, ask the people I've been with. Is there any soda in your fridge right now? Yeah... I've completely gotten back into the habit of drinking it, too much of it. What's your favourite name for a girl? Pretty sure it will always be Alessandra. I did recently realize though through a game how much I love the name Miquella ("me-kel-luh") for a girl, too. Do you know anyone who has a matching tattoo with someone? (including yourself)? Well, our designs are nothing alike, but Colleen and I both got "ohana" tattoos maaaaany years ago that were dedicated to each other. Now I VERY much want it covered, as referenced before. Favorite dog ever, real life and cartoon. My late boy, Teddy. He was a GOOD damn dog in every way and I don't think I'll ever bond with another animal quite like him. He was simply incredible. As far as a cartoon dog, uhhh... maybe Scooby. Do you own anything with fur on it? What? I would never, ever own anything with real fur, no. What would be worse for you, unplanned pregnancy or cancer? This is probably gonna sound fucking wild, but probably unplanned pregnancy. I couldn't carry it to term and I KNOW an abortion would traumatize me because of how I grew up looking at it, the stigma, etc. It doesn't matter HOW pro-choice I am now. Like I absolutely don't want to deal with cancer either, that's still awful, but that experience wouldn't traumatize me for the rest of my life. What do you think is the coolest piercing on someone else? I'm quite fond of lip piercings as a whole. Favorite faux curse word: h e c k Most disgusting bug? Maggots. Are there any songs that remind you of your mother? Ha ha, yeah. I think the top is probably "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica; she LOVES that song and even wants the lyric "my body lies, but still I roam" imprinted on her urn (she doesn't want to be buried) or something. Can you recite any prayers by heart? Not anymore. Which is creepiest - caterpillars, cicadas, crickets, centipedes, or cockroaches? Oh, jeez. I think cicadas; their eyes WILDLY creep me out and I can't quite explain why. Like I don't even like seeing their molts. Big centipedes are also very intimidating, and I've heard plenty that their bites SUCK. A centipede is the last one I would hold, that's for certain. Meanwhile caterpillars are adorable, crickets are whatever, and cockroaches can be disgusting en masse, but they also can be sorta cute to me...? idk bro Who do you care about the most? My mom and Girt. What’s your favorite kind of dinosaur? Spinosaurus. I also love raptors, especially how velociraptors supposedly looked when I was younger. Classification has gone so much deeper and become more accurate though that I don't know the ACTUAL raptor species that's my favorite. Do you have a doorbell? Yes. Do you ever experience dysphoria? I have a wildly severe rejection sensitive dysphoria. Do you know anyone who has diabetes? My mom. I know people who have died from complications with it, too. I'm pre-diabetic myself and need to fucking fix that because it's taken enough from me and my family. What is your dad’s name? Ken. Did you have an Elf on the Shelf growing up? I don't think so. Have you ever been blueberry picking? No. What is your favorite dog breed? I have a few, including chow chows, akita and shiba inus, Saint Bernards, beagles, Mexican hairless, etc. I love so many dogs, hard to narrow 'em down. Have you ever fed ducks? Oh of course, especially as a kid. Do you like elephants? Elephants are simply amazing on so many levels. Do you know anyone named Emily? I HAD a good online friend named Emily growing up. Then she deleted me from Facebook many years ago. Do you have your ears pierced? Yeah, twice in each earlobe, and my right tragus is pierced. I want a lot more and once HAD more, but they closed duing hospital stays where they had to be removed. Do you know anyone who can speak French? Not fluently for sure, but my mom took French when she was in school growing up. She still knows some random words and stuff. Do you like Frozen? I never got into it, honestly. Like it has some cute parts and all, but it just didn't touch me like it seemed to do most people. Do you have any framed photos/pictures in your room? Yes, of Teddy and Roman. Who is one of your heroes? Mark Fischbach. Do you like Indian food? I've actually never tried Indian cuisine. Do you use Instagram often? I check it every day, but I like never post anything on any account I have there, lol. Have you ever had key lime pie? Ugh, yes. Did not like it. Have you ever found a newt? Possibly. I know I've found salamanders, but not all of those are newts. I don't know how to tell. Are you wearing a necklace currently? No. Do you prefer pancakes or waffles? I go back and forth, really. What is one question you don't like being asked? "Why don't you work?" is one. Do you like raspberries? Eh, they're fine. Do you know anyone who is a vegetarian? No. Have you ever been in a wedding? Yeah, my older sister's. What is your favorite day of the week? Every day is the same day in my world, really. There's no differences. Have you ever read the Warriors series? Oh, HELL yes. That series was a massive part of me growing up. I can't remember where I stopped, though... Some times I think of picking it back up, but that's a problem along with just not being willing to make time for it when I'm already reading other things. Do you know anyone whose name starts with "X?" I don't think so. Name something you like that is the color yellow. Flowers. Did your parents have high expectations for you to excel in school and go to college/university? Growing up, Mom was very serious about us kids going to college, but I think particularly with raising me, she learned college just isn't for everyone. Do you ever feel super shitty about your appearance? Oh, you know, every day. When you were a teenager, did your parents set rules about dating? Not really. Do you remember where you first drove to after getting your license? I don't have my license. What did you get into trouble for the most when you were a kid? I guess fighting with my sisters, but I didn't get in a lot of trouble. What is your biological sex? Female. Are you in a heterosexual relationship? It's male/female, yes, but I'm personally not heterosexual. What states have you been to in the past year? I haven't left NC in the past year. Have you ever sleepwalked? No. What year was your house built? I have zero idea. I'm quite sure it's not THAT old What's your favorite superhero movie? I remember I particularly enjoyed Logan. Had zero bond with the character beforehand and it still made me cry very genuinely. Do you have any credit card debt? I don't even have a credit card. Have you ever been really late for work because you slept past your alarm? No. Who do you go to for relationship advice? It depends on what the problem is, really. It's either gonna be Mom or Mazzy and Tez. What was your favorite way to spend a summer day as a kid? Swimming. Have you ever been scammed? Yes. Did you ever take a personal finance class in school? No. How's your mental health? Are you feeling well? Hell fucking no. I've been suicidal this evening and hating myself for two or three days. I'm starting to come out of the urges, but. What's something that would make you incredibly happy right now? If Girt could come over. Have you ever been to the Caribbean? No. What’s the most recent album you’ve been really into? Sometimes I think about Rammstein's Zeit and praise the stars they put me on this earth at the same time it was released. Do you have any concerts you’re planning on attending? No, but I wish. Rammstein is finally in the NA leg of their tour now and of course the closest venue to here is in fucking Philadelphia, kms. Have you ever lived in a mobile home? No. Have you ever had your bedroom in a basement? I've never lived anywhere with a basement. Do you think it would be cool to have a lion as a pet? No. Only highly trained professionals should even be in CONTACT with a lion, and they should never, ever be personal pets. In the house: shoes, socks, slippers or bare feet? Bare feet. Do you consider dogs inside or outside pets? Primarily, indoors, but I believe bigger dogs should absolutely have an outdoor (AND SAFE) space to exert their energy. Have you ever had a crush on a friend's parent? Ew, no. Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky? The full moon. But I love stars, too. Clouds. Everything up there. Friend asks you to hide drugs, booze etc for them, do you do it? Dude I would say "hell no" directly to their face. Don't even ASK me that. Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out? Spiders are the strongest answer. I love 'em, but some still have a creepiness to 'em. Who is a family member you look forward to seeing on a holiday? My dad. Which of your parents do you laugh more with? Hm, idk. Have you ever been to an open casket wake or funeral? An open-casket wake, yes. Who mows the lawn at your house? My sister's ex. I think. Where do you keep your phone at night? Under Girt's pillow beside me. Do you feel comfortable asking your parents or grandparents for money? HELL no. Have you ever experienced buyer's remorse over an expensive purchase? No; it's not like I've bought many expensive things myself.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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harry adores yn with his entire being and i can tell that she loves him just as much but the poor thing is just so scared, and by what you have showed us she has a fair reason to have struggles

Through Hell and Back

warnings: cheating, mentions of domestic violence, this could just be overall triggering if you have experienced trauma or family struggles.

this is a very important blurb to understand dynamic and history of the characters.

PLEASE let me know your thoughts.

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Harry’s out at a bachelor party for his friend, Jack, at a noisy bar downtown where there is a mechanical bull and half-naked waitresses.

His phone rings at two-thirty in the morning, he already knows who it is and why she’s calling him so late.

He steps outside the noisy bar, “Hi puppy, y’alright?”

Harry already knew she wasn’t.

Her voice is shaky, “Er, are you still out at the bachelor party?”

If he says yes, she’ll just try to say have fun and was just calling to check in - a lie because she felt like such an inconvenience at all times.

“No, just got home,” He lied smoothly, he could hear her trying to hide a sniffle - she must have had a bad dream.

Every since she started trauma therapy, they’d been getting worse, as she worked through her struggles with a therapist.

—

“I-I don’t want to g-go in,” YN whimpers as she sits in Harry’s passenger side outside the clinic, “I can’t talk about it.”

“Baby, you need to do this. You need to talk to someone who’s trained to help you, okay? You promised you’d try it f’me,” He hums, rubbing a thumb over her wet cheekbone.

She shakes her head stubbornly, “It’s all going to come back.”

“Yes, it will. Because you didn’t work through it, you repressed it. There is a difference, okay?” Harry’s heart feels like it’s being ripped in two as YN looks like a caged animal.

YN squeezes Harry’s hand so hard it hurts but he doesn’t mind, he can feel her fear being shared through the rough touch.

She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, “Please, H. I don’t want to remember.”

He sighs softly, “I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do. If you really want to leave, we can.”

YN searches his eyes, sees his sadness and she knows she has to push through because she loves him so much, “Will you walk me in?”

“Of course, s’fucking proud of you. My strong girl,” Harry praises, kissing the top of her head, and shutting off the car.

He walks her in, watches her as she hesitantly goes back in with her new therapist, and sits in the waiting room for the hour and a half until she comes out.

He does that every week without miss.

Drives her, walks her in, sits in the waiting room, and then drives her home.

She doesn’t usually talk much after the sessions, her eyes swollen and puffy which is a telltale sign she cried during the appointment.

Harry holds her hand on the ride home, sometimes draws her a bath or tucks her in for a nap under his covers.

One day, after therapy, they crawled into his bed together. She hadn’t said one word since she walked out of the office but she looks tiredly at Harry.

“Why?”

Harry frowns, “Why what?”

She hides her face into the fluffy pillow, words mumbled, “Why do you want me? I’m so broken.”

“Hey,” Harry responds loudly, pulling her up and giving her a serious look, “You are not broken. Even if you were, I’d love every broken piece, okay? I want you because I’m so in love with you it doesn’t make sense.”

YN shakes her head, “I don’t deserve you. You-you have to drive me to therapy every week, leave work early, have to make it up the next day.”

And well, his heart breaks a little because she truly believes that.

Harry grips her jaw, gently, “If you need to go to therapy for the rest of your life, I’ll drive you until I’m ninety. I’ll drive you five days a week if you need it.”

He continues,“I don’t deserve you, sweet girl. Strongest, bravest, most resilient person I’ve ever met. You are my soulmate and I believe that wholeheartedly.”

“I want to nap now,” She whispers, crawling back into her shell where she’s safe from the world, from facing her fears.

Harry just stares at her, the girl he’s had a crush on since fourth grade, the girl he’d been in love with since ninth.

When she felt broken, well so did he.

—

“Mum, I want to do more for her,” Harry cries to his mother one night at dinner after school.

“I know you do, Harry. There is only so much you can do. She has parents tha-“

“Those aren’t parents, mum! You know that!” He shouts angrily, “I need to do more for her. Help her!”

Anne looks at him with a soft, understanding expression, “You’re doing all you can, Harry.”

—

He was still doing all he can.

“I wa-was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie?” YN acts casual despite the tremor but he won’t call her on it - on the phone at least.

“I’d love to pup, I’ll be over on a tick,” already walking away from the busy bar.

Harry can hear the relief in her voice when she says, “Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

When he uses his key to open the door, she sat on her couch with all the lights in the house on, not one off.

“Oh, pet,” Harry murmurs, all the blinds were drawn shut and he knew she’d already triple checked that the windows were locked - despite the state of the art security system he had installed for her.

“Um, so are we feeling a scary movie or romcom?” She ignores his words, picking up the remote, and pulling up Netflix.

He flicks a couple of the bright lights off until it’s normal dim and he sits next to her on the couch, taking the remote and turning off the television.

“Talk t’me,” Harry coaxes, unraveling her from the heavy weighted blanket, and tugging her into his chest.

“M’fine,” YN lies on a choked whimper.

“Y’safe, you know I’d never let anythin’ happen to you . Please puppy, tell me,” He’s not to manly to beg for her to open up.

He allows her to nuzzle her face into his neck, “He cam-came back an-and he -,” her voice drops, “broke in here and I wo-woke up as he was opening my door.”

Harry holds her for a very long time that night.

With Harry and her therapist’s constant encouragement she’d been able to be more open and up front with Harry - which made him feel unexaplainably proud of her.

Anna almost fucked everything up, all the hard work without even realizing it.

It was nearly three in the morning this time.

Harry was stuck at Anna’s house with her and her friends for a movie night.

He’d gotten up to go to the bathroom when his phone rings.

Anna sees who it is and picks it up, “What do you want? Harry’s busy and doesn’t have time for you right now. You know it’s not all about you, right?”

Then she hangs up, all of her and her friends giggling at how she just treated YN.

Harry is unaware of the call for a few minutes when he gets back until he gets a text from YN.

I’m sorry I bothered you. I am okay. Have fun tonight x

He scrolls through his phone in confusion until he sees the call, he glares over at Anna, “Did you answer my phone?”

She has a cocky look on her face, “Yeah, I told YN that the world doesn’t revolve around her and to leave us alone.”

All the friends are giggling - but that comes to an abrupt halt when Harry stands up, knocking over the little table of drinks with his anger, “Where the fuck did you get the idea that you could touch my phone, let alone answer it?”

All of them are quiet.

He scoffs, “Now all you annoying prats are going shut up? Get the fuck out of my way,” he orders to Anna who’s pouting.

“C’mon, it was a joke. Don’t leave,” She whines, grabbing at Harry’s arm which he instantly rips out of her grip.

“Don’t touch me. I can’t fuckin’ stand you,” He tells her honestly before storming out of her house without a look back at her teary face.

When he arrives at YN’s house, a book is automatically been hurled at the front door when he opens it, then another.

“Hey, puppy, stop tha’. S’just me, you’re okay. S’just me,” He coos, rearming the security system to make her feel better.

She is only in one of his shirts with the company logo on it and soft cotton boy shorts, hair frizzy atop her head.

“Y’have another nightmare?” Harry asks softly, all the lights were on again, every single one.

YN clenches her jaw, “No.”

He hardens his expression too, “I was in the bathroom when she answered that call. As soon as I found out, I came over here. Don’t be sour with me.”

“I didn’t have a nightmare.”

“I know y’bloody lying because your legs are still tremblin’. Now cut the bullshit and talk t’me, we’re not going backwards,” Harry tells her seriously, with all firmness he can muster.

“I love you.”

It takes him aback. YN told him how much she adored him but it was something that didn’t come easy for her.

To hear it flat out, well….he nearly almost melted on the floor into a pile of goop.

“I love you too, puppy.”

She takes a deep breathe, “It’s been that same nightmare, but it’s not really a nightmare? It’s a flashback to…”

YN swallows before she continues, “Remember when….when I ran from my parent’s house to yours and my dad came and found me…”

Harry doesn’t want to remember but he does.

—-

“Harry, he-he just pulled up,” YN cries, peeking out his window, “I don’t want to go home.”

“Harry, he’s screaming at your mum. I have to go.”

“Harry, I have to go before he does something stupid. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Harry, don’t cry. I’ll be fine, he’s just really upset. I’ll just deal with it and it will be over before we know it, okay?”

——

“I remember,” He wavers like he normally doesn’t, feeling like a helpless sixteen year old again.

It was moments like this were no matter how hard he wanted to be angry or scream at her for making their relationship so difficult, that he couldn’t be.

How could he blame her for her commitment issues?

Why she struggles to trust?

Why she never feels good enough?

“I’m sorry to bring that up-“

“Do not apologize,” Harry interrupts, “I want to know everything you experience or feel no matter how traumatic or upsetting.”

YN despite her own struggles, when she heard Harry say things like that…well she knew full heartedly that he loves her with no conditions.

She knew this was so hard on him, “I am so in love with you, H.”

His eyes automatically soften and he reacts like he’s being praised. His face lights up without him even knowing it does.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen, thank you for being my person. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

It was something she had been also working on in therapy, expressing gratitude- specifically to Harry.

And it works because Harry actually starts tearing up, eyes watering with emotion, “I love you. I’d walk through hell and back for you.”

He would and he has.

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 2 years

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Platonic Yandere 2p Allies as teachers. They have a particular fondness to one of their students ( child darling ). Truly a brilliant and bright child willing to learn all that they can. It's a same the childs current life isn't as bright as them. So one day, the student gifts them a drawing they did in class. It's of their family......... To say the very least,.... their home life isn't the happiest ( abusive parents, neglecting siblings, not the best living conditions; you know, that angst-y shit ). What are they going to do and how are the boys going to react.

America: Allen loved his little student. Their big eyes always seemed to devour all his lessons. Their hand never sat on their desk for long, instead always in the air asking Allen about decisions made by the Founding Fathers of America. It all made Allen’s heart swell with paternal joy. Each success for them felt like one for him.

Their relationship slowly changed from teacher and student to parent and child. Allen was doing everything he could think of to help his ray of sunshine. Blackmailing teachers for better grades, getting bullies suspended, and much more devious acts.

Allen thought he was doing well. There were no more problems at school for his star pupil. That was until his child handed him a drawing. It was crudely drawn, but the message was clear. Someone at home was hurting HIS kid.

That picture activated Allen’s blood lust in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was hot, thundering, and for the first time in a while, personal.

He would strike during the weekend. Already ensuring that one of his other students would be sheltering them for the evening. From there Allen would end it all in one night, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be slow. Instead, it would be drawn out for hours. Making their parents suffer and ensuring the other children don’t squeal.

After the evidence is all cleaned up, Allen lets the system do the rest. Just when it seems like his star will be taken, Allen sweeps in and adopts them.

They’ll look at him in admiration, and never know the bloody truth.

Canada: Matt’s favorite student was always so active. They were always looking for ways to help in class. It didn’t matter to the little puck if it was passing out papers or feeding the many class pets. They were always too excited and willing to help.

As the school year went along, Matt realized that they were the closest thing he had to a child of his own. He pushed them as a father should, gave them life advice on things he wouldn’t have thought about if it was another student. Though he was unsure of how deep this parental relationship with them went until a picture was given to him.

It was full of dark colors and horrifying horribly drawn figures. Matt's protective nature would flare, and he would prod his student for an explanation. Some kind of insight into what it means.

Their explanation left him feeling a cold fire. The thought of his dear student in pain felt like icy rivers running through his veins. It hurt, but the flames of his anger didn’t warm them. Instead, they intensified the cold, leaving a man with no sympathy toward their abusers.

That same night Matt would send in Kuma. The only survivor of that night would be his student. Traumatized and left wondering why they were left alive.

Similar to Allen, Matt would then sweep in. Taking his student out of the system and giving them a good home. They would never suffer a harsh hand again.

France: They were talented, François would admit that. Every art assignment was met with a beautiful piece that showed their emotion and techniques that were always a step above the rest.

Their skill isn’t what caused François to parent this child. It was their persistence to learn more from him. They were often asking how they could improve and for new techniques. It was interesting, it reminded him of how Matt acted when he was young.

Unlike a specific picture, like the others get. François notices a change in their art as the year goes on. Each new piece gets darker and more monochrome. It wasn’t until he gave the assignment of a family portrait that it finally clicks.

Though he shows no outward emotion, he isn’t happy. François isn’t going to even deal with the family. Having written them off as nothing more than rats.

Instead, he spirits his student away. They may be in shock at first, but François should be able to make them stay. After all, it’s been a while since he had a younger sibling, and he won’t let this one go.

England: Oliver is a sweet but harsh teacher. He has high expectations that he expects his students to fulfill. None have come close except for his cupcake. They were able to show the true beauty of the English language. Showing the plebians that words hold power in ways that they did not yet understand.

They would bond over various pieces of British literature. Deep discussions on the meanings and how people often overlook the true value of those works.

Eventually, Oliver would see them as his own. A child for him to cherish and help rise to the greatest heights.

He thought it was all going well. Their grades were good, the bullies had been dealt with, and smiles seemed to abound from his child. It wasn’t until he was given a small picture.

It was rough, made of stressed black pen strokes. The images within were of what Oliver assumed was their family, and yet they surrounded his child. Looking upset and hateful to the poor child.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out the meaning. Though to prevent rash behavior, Oliver’s rabbits would be sent in. Relaying important information to their master. Each bit of new information caused his eyes to swirl from the bright blue to a venomous pink.

Oliver would use a changeling and cupcakes. Both were efficient and helped take away suspicion.

Oliver would do the delivery these himself.

Using his lunch hour, Oliver would have a dozen blue and pink frosted cupcakes in his car and a fae in the backseat.

From there it would be a simple in and out. After convincing the family to try his cupcakes, he would watch them struggle for air. Then calling the fae from the car, Oliver would instruct it to call the police at the end of the school day. While he would take his star away from the horrid mess of it all.

Never to be seen again by undeserving and hurtful eyes.

China: As a chemistry teacher, Jin would love to make his classes exciting for his students. No student seemed more interested than his little chunk of carbon. They were always offering to help with setup and asking hypotheticals about various types of reactions.

Each time Jin responds with the patience only a parent would have. Gentle and yet understanding of their wonder. Each additional after-school hour would cause Jin to see them more and more as his offspring rather than just a student.

Jin was shocked to be handed a picture one day. It was made on old, yellowed paper and drawn in graphite. It was a family portrait, but there was something off. Instead of a happy family, his student was drawn crying and looking toward his own crudely drawn form. Their parents and siblings looked like vicious monsters, hoping to pull the child into the abyss.

His eyes would narrow, and Jin would pull his student aside. Hoping to get information from the child. It hadn’t worked, instead, his child sobbed. Choking on their words.

Comfort was given, and Jin would pull out his dingy cellphone. Calling for the school nurse first, and then calling his men.

Despite being a chemistry teacher, Jin would still be running the family business.

It wouldn’t take long to find their family and using the cover of darkness, Jin would have his men kidnap the family.

It would have been satisfying to put a bullet between their eyes, but Jin wanted to ensure that no one would look for any his student. Instead, he offered a deal.

Give him the child, and they would receive whatever they wanted. It didn’t matter the price, his little lump of carbon deserved to become a diamond.

With a deal struck, similar to François, Jin would spirit away the child. Taken from a harsh world and presented a loving one.

Russia: Viktor usually was neutral to his students. Giving aid where needed and forcing them to stand on their own at others.

It wasn’t until one of those kids came up to him. Asking him for suggestions and extra tutoring to ensure that they learned the material. After-school activities would change from simply grading papers to actively tutoring his student.

The behaviors of this student would make Viktor see traits he would hope to have in his own offspring. He liked that and appreciated that. As the school year rolled on, that admiration would change.

Viktor would start noticing that they shared many similarities. That many of their positive traits they picked up from Viktor himself, rather than their parents.

It wasn’t until a dark family portrait was given to Viktor, that he realized horrors were occurring behind closed doors.

There would be no hesitance. He would start gathering evidence against the original parents while solidifying himself as the student’s new father. Creating reasons to keep the kid away, while slowly convincing the school staff to take his side.

Once Viktor feels like he has a strong case, then the court begins.

His massive amount of evidence and various bits of testimonies wipe out the family. Causing it all to be broken apart.

Though through it all he stands with his student and like a true father should gives them a firm foundation to build their new life on

#2p headcanons #2p hetalia #2p yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere #2p america #2p canada #2p england #2p russia #2p france #2p china

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myrulia · 3 years

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"You two are dating?" - Michikatsu x Reader

SECRET DATING HEADCANONS

COLLAB

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: You and Michikatsu are secretly dating in college, mainly to not attract attention from both his brother and a certain horny friend of his. How will you react when you are caught?

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Small smut

.｡.:*✧[A/N]: This is my part of the Secret/Fake dating collab by @httptamaki, a Modern!AU with our favorite Kimetsu No Yaiba twins!

➢ How you two started dating? Well you met back in High School and that’s where things started to prosper

➢ Michikatsu was a generally well known man with your classmates, and even had a few girls crushing on him and his twin brother, Yoriichi, due to their scarily good looks

➢ Both twins were scarily attractive and that intimidated you at first, especially during high school

`` Have you seen the Tsugikuni brothers today?! They look so good! I tried asking Yoriichi out today but his attention was else where! `` You were off somewhere in the corner of a class, speaking with a close friend of yours about something completely unrelated until all eyes were on you, for Michikatsu Tsugikuni approached you.

➢ Obviously, you were surprised - no, appalled at how a Tsugikuni wanted your attention

➢ That was the day he confessed his own little crush on you whilst being on the roof of the school. How could you not accept? You also had taken a liking to the attractive raven haired male and saying no would be similar to jumping off the same roof where you admitted your feelings

➢ That's when worry set in

➢ All types of girls, boys, and theys liked them both, and constantly thirsted over the two while claiming "they're mine!" It was immature to say the least, but entertaining to see their feelings not get reciprocated from one of them

`` What if by saying we are together, they would start attacking me on purpose? Or saying hurtful things out of spite? `` You inquired with worry laced in your tone. Michikatsu took your hand in his, expressing his own idea. `` I know this might not seem like the best idea, but we do not have to openly tell people we are together, it can be our secret. ``

➢ And that's how your secret relationship started

➢ Of course, you had your worries, but seeing as how your relationship even made it to college due to it starting in your senior year of high school, they all simply washed away

➢ It was actually not as hard as you made it out to be to hide your relationship. During your first year of college, you knew not to act too close, but instead as acquaintances who simply knew each other back in high school

➢ Yet, even though some females who also went to high school with you recognized you as the girl who got asked out by Michikatsu, they did not cause any problems surprisingly enough

➢ Now, you're probably asking how you got caught? Oh boy...

➢ During your second year of college, Yoriichi and Michikatsu started living off campus in their own home that you were excited to learn of from your lover who happily shared the news to you when you both were alone in your dorm

➢ Around that same time, Professor Muzan Kibutsuji, the one teacher you loath the most for always favoring other students and failing to hide it, assigned a group project of 5 for your classroom, and to your luck, you were put in a group with not only the twins, but Douma and Shinobu

➢ You were friends with Shinobu, but not so much with Douma. The male would constantly tease you, trying to get your number at any given second while you were put together at a different table to brainstorm ideas for said project

`` Sooo..~ What are we doing for the project hm? Maybe we should exchange numbers so that we can converse more afterwards. `` Douma's suggestion did not go unnoticed by everyone, who automatically knew what he meant by the wink he directed in your attention. Shinobu, who thankfully also hated the male, slapped him silly upside his head.

➢ Michikatsu, who absolutely despised him, always struggled to hide a specific vein that would pulse on his neck that hinted clear signs of aggravation, but unfortunately, you two were just not ready to openly express your relationship

➢ After the class and the slap hurricane Shinobu laid upon Douma, Yoriichi invited the group to their house, and you being excited that you could finally come over, said yes a little too quickly

➢ Thankfully, it did go unnoticed by everyone, so your nerves were relaxed

`` I'd love to, but I have plans with a special lady that weekend, so unfortunately I cannot make it, maybe Shinobu ca- `` ``I cannot make it either, but [Y/N] can and she'll text me the ideas anyways, have fun, `` was all the biology major female said before turning on her heel and leaving swiftly.

➢ Now having plans set in motion, you waited patiently for the weekend to arrive, and when it did, you were beyond ecstatic

➢ That's where everything went down hill

➢ Thanks to the directions messaged to you by Michikatsu, you made it to their estate with no issues. You were nervous and excited at the same time. It was impossible to not feel such ways when this is the first official time you would be in the private space of your boyfriend

➢ He had also given you a key to entering was not a problem, but what you did not expect to see was your boyfriend standing there and waiting for you

`` Yoriichi isn't going to be home this evening, so I figured we could come up with our own project instead, `` Michikatsu said with a fire ablaze in his eyes as he grew closer to you. The gaze itself caused shivers to emit from your spine once your brain registered at what he was suggesting, and you could not lie, the idea had you wet already.

➢ Obviously you and the raven haired male had slept together a plethora amount of times before, most times leaving you sore and having to suck it up and pretend nothing happened during classes while he sat proudly knowing he was the reason

➢ In a matter of seconds you both are now in his bedroom, you beneath him and him leaving butterfly kisses up and down your neck until his lips latch onto yours again, all the while getting you undressed

➢ Let's skip a little ahead because you know what happens here ;)

➢ By time Michikatsu is already balls deep within your wet depths and thrusting into you like no tomorrow, Yoriichi entered around that time with confusion plastered on his face upon hearing banging against a wall as well as another noise he could not quite decipher

➢ The confused twin trailed up the stairs until he knocked onto Michikatsu's room door, expecting an answer but instead all he heard was an audible moan of his brother's name

➢ The poor look on his face once he learns what his brother and his girlfriend is doing

➢ At that point he is fed up of being overheard so he bursts into the room, although he did not think the entire plan through because now he got the open sight of you having your legs wrapped around Michikatsu's waist, his hands interlocked with yours, as well as the evident sight of both your naked and sweaty bodies

➢ Needless to say, he was traumatized

`` Get out and knock!, `` your lover would say as he throws a pillow at the swiftfully exiting male who looked beyond apologetic. `` I did knock! You were too loud! `` At that point you were beyond red, trying to process the entire situation that just unfolded. Your relationship had finally been known.

➢ Michikatsu immediately pulled out of you, cleaning the both of your bodies of any mess (mainly cum and sweat but shh)

➢ Once you both were clean and fully dressed, your boyfriend carried you bridal style out of his bedroom to a certain twin brother that was waiting impatiently in the living room for an explanation as to why he just saw his partner and twin sleeping together

➢ Now, as the three of you were sitting in the living room, you and your lover being even redder than tomatoes, waited for whatever Yoriichi had to say

`` Now, I do not mind if two consenting adults are having one night stands, but can you explain to me as to why you decided to have such loud sex? `` You completely flushed at his explicit words, but also thankful for the fact that he was utterly clueless about your relationship, although it was about time to come clean. `` Yoriichi, I am sorry you had to come home and see that, but there is something we need to tell you..- `` `` You two are dating? ``

➢ Now at that point, you fully died

➢ Seeing as how you have been silent the entire time and left Michikatsu to say everything, you decided to speak up

`` Yes we're together Yoriichi. We have been together for a long time, since high school actually. We've been in a relationship since then and I apologize for not saying anything. ``

➢ Now that the news was out to the one who deserved to know the most, he was much more understanding and even excited about his older brother finding the love of his life

➢ But the next day, things were real embarrassing

➢ You and Michikatsu were extremely silent at your group table during Professor Kibutsuji's class. Obviously Shinobu's observant self took note of this, along with how you did not send her any of the "ideas" you came up with

➢ Shinobu, Douma, and Yoriichi all stared at the two of you, who were now sitting beside each other and being reddened messes at the news you are about to drop on the observers who were starting to get impatient

➢ You've been secretly dating for years and now that the truth is about to come out, it felt gut wrenching to say the least

`` My brother and [Y/N] have something they'd like to say, `` Yoriichi started so that the topic could get a move on and everyone could get a good grade by getting it over with and working on the project. `` Well..- `` said Michikatsu. `` [Y/N] and I are together, and we have been since high school. We were in a secret relationship. ``

➢ Douma being the fucker he is definitely busted out laughing, holding his stomach as tears formed in his eyes

➢ Shinobu on the other hand stared wide eyed, refusing to believe that she could not realize you both were together for such a long time

➢ Although Yoriichi had a proud smile on his face in view of the fact that the news was already out

➢ But due to the prying ears of many around you, some began staring at your table, the secret was now out and you couldn't do anything about it

➢ Even though, you both were happy knowing you no longer had to hide the happiness you two brought each other, as well as now Michikatsu does not have to worry about Yoriichi anymore, for now he will fuck you if he feels like it, give you attention if he feels like it, and get attention himself if he feels like it.

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The Sun And Moon (Pete Davidson x Reader)

Heyyyyyy besties! So I'm back with another white boy of the month. I would like to warn you that this will be mentioning Pete's BPD and the reader will be mentioned as somebody that has had traumatic experiences however i am not mentioning what does that imply so don't worry about it. Other than that I hope you enjoy!

Being with Pete was almost a gift and a curse, you were so different yet so alike. The ultimate example of twinflames, the yin and yang. If someone had to describe what you two were like was that (y/n) was like the sun, a warm personality with kindness and such just overall this untouchable beauty from inside and out, also she adores to be under the sun, Pete sometimes found her as she laid on the floor next to her cat just so she can enjoy the warm rays, sometimes she would have her crystals (Pete called them "magic rocks") which Pete found so adorable, also as the weather got warmer she got happier.

Pete was the moon, a little bit more moody, mysterious, yet alluring, he intrigued anyone that was around him. Unlike (y/n) Pete was a night owl, he liked late night drives, staying up all night just smoking weed and watching movies, he liked the silence that the nightfall brought, he felt more at peace with the idea of relaxing and enjoying the darkness that others feared. Many times (y/n) woke up in the middle of the night and found him on her balcony, just sitting there and enjoying the view.

People around them brought up that comparison so much that they even got it as a couples tattoo, (y/n) got the sun behind her ear and Pete got the moon on his left middle finger cause he found it funny. However the curse was that they had to learn how to be around one another, yes they had similarities but they weren't quite the same situations.

Pete was a comedian, (y/n) was an author, both of them had to sometimes sit their ass down and think of something to write, but the circumstances were different.

"Baby I'm here"

Pete said as he shut the door of (y/n)'s apartment, dropping his pair of keys on the bowl that she had conveniently placed on a piece of furniture right next to her front door. Pete waited for an answer while taking off his shoes, (y/n) liked structure and she was a very neat person, another thing Pete had to learn, he wasn't dirty but he was a tad bit of messy so when he was at her apartment (which basically had become his also) he was careful with how he did things.

Silence greeted him back, he sucked in his teeth as he realized exactly why this was happening. (Y/n) had mentioned that she was writing the second book of her fantasy novel and she was in a bit of a writer's block, she had so many fresh ideas however when it came to writing them down sometimes her mind just wouldn't co operate and she just couldn't get it down in a way that she found right. He left the take out food on the small coffee table and continued to walk towards her bedroom.

There she was, slightly laying back on her leather chair with her laptop in front of her, just staring at her screen and occasionally pressing a few buttons. The door was somewhat open so he could take a good look at her, her hair was down, she was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt she had accidentally spilled bleach on so now it was a house shirt and no socks, she hated wearing socks. Pete knocked on the semi closed door to get her attention.

"Oh I didn't hear you come in"

"I figured, what are you doing here babe?"

"Regretting my decision on signing the contract for a second book"

She mumbled when Pete approached her and leaned down to press several kisses on her neck and cheeks. (Y/n) smiled and enjoyed the feeling of comfort he brought her before shaking her head and pulling away from him.

"I need to finish this chapter"

"What you need to do is eat, I'm pretty sure you skipped breakfast"

She knew he was right, that's why she didn't respond so she just kept on staring at her laptop screen, hoping that miraculously an idea will come to her head. She deeply appreciated his concern but she felt the pressure of her publicist that called everyday to ask about the book, today was one of the few days she chose to not pick up the phone. Pete once again was met with silence although that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage.

"Come on sunshine, you can take a break and clear your head"

"Pete I have to write thousands of pages in a short amount of time, it's not just fucking punchlines"

Pete's face made a sour expression at her jab. It did sting a little bit yet he tried to understand that she was just overwhelmed with the responsibility of delivering on time. He took a deep breath before patting her on the head and turning away from her.

"I'll be in the living room"

For some time she felt relieved that he left so she could refocus, however after a few moments when she started to see her reflection on the screen she started to realize what she had done which was awful. She felt so bad that she had to shut down the screen and close her laptop so she wouldn't look at herself, she spoke in such a disregarding manner that she felt disgusted. With tears already clouding her eyes she got up and found Pete watching TV, the take out in front of him and it didn't take long for her to notice that he had bought her favorite making her feel even worse. She stood in front of the TV and Pete looked in her eyes and smiled.

"I'm sorry"

Her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. Pete's smiled dropped when he saw a year escaping and heard her whimpering voice, he immediately got up from the couch and went to hug her.

"Its okay sunshine"

"No it's not, I didn't mean it I swear"

"I know baby"

"I'm just so… stressed"

She said and let herself relax in his arms as she wrapped hers around his torso, feeling the warmth of his engulf her. His scent went to her nose making her feel safe in his arms as the tears stained his sweatshirt. Pete started rubbing her back to help her let out her emotions, he knew how emotional (y/n) was and he found it cute how she feels like cry no matter what the situation was, she had happy tears, angry tears, sad tears, she saw a dog tears, attending a wedding tears, he didn't mind it though on the contrary he liked that she was able to express her emotions with no fear.

"I understand baby, it did sting a bit though, you know how much I love my work"

"I know, I wasn't thinking when I said it which is wrong"

They had agreed that they wouldn't do the "it's ok" type of shit, they preferred to actually say when something either hurt them or bothered them so they can have clear boundaries with one another, it was one of the best decisions they could have ever made, it was one of the strongest foundations they had for their relationship. (Y/n) looked at him and Pete immediately went to wipe her tears, before pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry"

"I accept your apology. Are you feeling better now?"

"A little bit. Thank you for forgiving me and I will try to do my best to not repeat that behavior"

She responded, her voice now was more steady and clear. Setting boundaries between them and being clear about the behavior that is acceptable was something they had established early in the relationship, Pete was diagnosed with BPD and (y/n) had trauma from past experiences so they had agreed to see a couple's therapist in order for them to move on with their relationship in a healthy manner, so things like "it's ok" or "you know I didn't mean it that way" were unacceptable, taking accountability for their actions and having the humility to apologize was their key to success.

Pete's smile reappeared and now gave her a kiss on her lips, making (y/n) get a bit of a shiver down her spine. Their kisses always felt so strong, like energy passing through one to the other, it was such a magical experience to them.

"Are we good?"

"Yes, now take a seat and I'll microwave your food"

"Wow, Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you"

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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PLUS ONE

》 A TRESE TWOSHOT 《

[Maliksi x Reader]

📝 Summary: In which your beloved best friend snatches you from your apartment at dawn asking you to be his plus one for his cousin's wedding. Unbeknownst to the clueless you, everything is just going according to Maliksi's ultimate masterplan. With the help of friends and family, the Prince of the Tikbalang finally gets the girl he's been longing for. And oh, Señor Armanaz gets his dream daughter-in-law and the promise of grandchildren within the year.

📌 Warning: May contain some slight NSFW for spicy suggestiveness and cussing. No smut or anything super SPG—this girl can't write that for her life—but just be prepared. It's Maliksi we're talking about. We've got friends-to-lovers, obliviousness, pining, fluff, and a tikbalang simp. Figure it out. 😃

(word count: 7,454) ♥︎ Part Two: ?

》 AUTHOR'S NOTE 《

Not an Inday spinoff, but a lengthy oneshot in celebration of this blog getting 90 followers. Just ten more to 100, yay! Thank you so much for the love and support, everyone. I also promised that I'll be making this brainrot that @binibiningbabaylan and I have fangirled over a few days ago (find the original post here) when I finished the latest chapter of Inday. Here it is! 🥰

Before I forget, I was also inspired by the cute fic made by @crispybasil titled "Sunshowers" and the "Trese Boys As Things My Guy Friends Do" made by the amazing @smolla-than-a-bug (I bow down to your wonderful works in the Trese fandom). I definitely see Maliksi to be the type to go on spontaneous roadtrips and be the boyfriend to drive you around eveeeerywhere (while also driving you crazy). 🚘

There are also some songs mentioned throughout this work. You should probably listen to them while reading for the full experience. Ending was somewhat rushed but eh, I'm too exhausted and I've rewritten it too many times. Also, if someone makes some actual tikbalang smut, tag me please. Anyways, enjoy! 💕

The way it all started was hilarious. Absolutely fucking hilarious. It happened like a blur. Literally. One second, you were snoozing in your bed. The next? You had a seatbelt on in the shotgun seat of a sophisticated-looking car. Your brain didn't even get to process it yet.

"... So let me get this straight," you grumbled, still half-asleep from your sleep marathon. You just finished a hugely successful project at work yesterday, got promoted, and wanted to make up for the restless nights you spent overtime in the office. Of course you were irritated from being disturbed. You were on vacation leave for two entire weeks, originally planning to go into temporary isolation by deactivating your social media accounts and reserving a beach cabana for yourself in Batangas.

Well, turns out, you weren't going to Batangas anytime soon. All because your unreasonably spontaneous bestfriend of ten hectic years stole you from your apartment at 2AM. Was this considered kidnapping? Was this him just being more in touch with his tikbalang side, taking unsuspecting women in their sleep and leading them to their inevitable death? (He was going over the speed limit, so it was a valid thought.) Will wearing your shirt inside-out save you today? Lord, masyado ka pang pagod para mag-isip ngayon.

"Go on."

"You abducted picked me up in the middle of the night because you want me to be your plus one at your cousin's wedding in Tagaytay?"

"Yup. And technically, the venue is right on the outskirts of Cavite going to Tagaytay," he corrected you as a matter-of-factly.

"Same thing, whatever," you huffed tiredly. "Your cousin's wedding is at 6AM today. In a few hours. In four hours."

"Uh-huh."

You groaned exasperatedly, "Mal naman, eh! You didn't even let me bring anything. Could've at least given me a heads-up a few hours ago. I'm practically emptyhanded right now save for my phone! Sinungaling ka, you said this was just a normal midnight drive—not a freaking wedding!"

The Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang, son of the Great Stallion, heir to the Armanaz herd, and the Top Drag Racer of C-5 Expressway—if that was even one of his Game of Thrones-like titles—grinned as he continued driving beside you. He let you continue ranting in the passenger seat while he mulled over his ultimate masterplan that would change his entire life later on. He was a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy, so all this wasn't his thing. But for you? He'll make plans, alright.

"Wala man lang akong dinalang masusuot o kahit konting makeup para maging presentable sa harapan ng buong pamilya mo," you exclaimed, in absolute despair. "Do you know how out of my league you are? Your rich-ass family might judge me—hell, your dad might see me as a hampaslupa if I show up there in my pambahay and tsinelas!"

"Psh, I'm not out of your league," Maliksi waved it off, smoothly turning a corner. "And calm down. We've known each other for a decade! My dad practically loves you as his own daughter. Heck, the entire family knows you and keeps telling me they want you adopted in already. Lolo Andres and Lola Perlita said they'd have the paperwork settled. You just need to sign them."

It would be even better (and easier) if you married into the family. To him, specifically (as if he'd let anyone else have you). God, he was already being so obvious in his advances, but you were just so damn oblivious whenever it came to romance. None of this needed to happen if you just got it through your thick skull that he was madly in love with you.

"That's not the point, idiot!" you slumped back into your seat, hopeless. "Do you think the bride and the groom will get offended? Shit, baka masumpaan ako kung magagalit sila, Mal. Mukha akong patay galing sa South Cemetery."

The long-haired tikbalang rolled his eyes, "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nothing's going to go wrong. Chill ka lang diyan. I've got everything under control, babe."

Babe. Yes, he even called you babe but you thought it was him being a himbo and a massive flirt. Now, it was his common term of endearment for you, but you still assumed it was him just being irksome to you and that you couldn't stop the man from saying it anymore. Thus, you let it be (the most obvious hint of his attraction to you, bestie).

"... Ugh, why didn't you ask Hannah or Amie to go with you?"

He just smiled knowingly, shrugging and making up an excuse, "Nagmamadali ako, eh. Hannah and Amie are also coming, but they already have the other tikbalang as dates."

"'Luh, ako pala ang backup choice mo?"

"Heh. Whatever you want to think."

Little did you know that you were always his first choice. Always. Even when he pursued Alexandra Trese many years ago, trying to convince himself you were just his best friend, it was always you. How did he come to that realization? Well, an international band he was a fan of released a song a couple years ago and he heard it being played in a club in BGC. The song title?

It Was Always You by Maroon 5.

Needless to say, after hearing the song and being unable to get it—get you—out of his mind at night, he stopped courting Alexandra. Unfortunately for him, that time, you'd started dating other men. Therefore, he was left on the sidelines... until your latest and most painful breakup, at least. That was five years ago. You still hadn't dated anyone since then, kind of traumatized from getting into another failed relationship like that.

In the present day, as if the fates were playing on you two, one of your favorite artists played on the radio. A very ironic song given the situation you two were in.

Best Friend by Rex Orange County.

Maliksi knew it was a favorite of yours. He knew it by the way your eyes lit up like a star brightening the twinkling night sky. Like the sun first rising in the morning at Apolaki's command. Like the moon extending its gentle rays from the magic of Mayari herself. If there was anything he wanted to ask of the old gods, it was you—everything else be damned.

"I wanna be the one that makes your day, the one you think about as you lie awake," you half-sang and half-screamed happily, somewhat out-of-tune. "I can't wait to be your number oooooone! I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine—"

Maliksi glanced at you, not minding that his eardrums were probably getting microscopic ruptures from your aggressive singing. As much as he wanted to stare at you all day, he had to keep his eyes on the road. But the lyrics you were singing were wrong; the Prince of the Tikbalang was already yours from day one.

"Babe, McDo drive-through tayo for breakfast. Let me make it up to you. Gusto mo ng caramel sundae for your promotion gift? Sige. Ako bahala. Chicken nuggets din? Mabubusog ka ba niyan? I don't think they serve those this early..."

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"Sandali lang!" you shouted out from inside an empty room. You'd just arrived at the venue—the Alta Veranda de Tibig in Silang, Cavite (practically the gateway to Tagaytay)—an hour or so ago. The hired makeup artist just left so that you could privately change into the outfit that had been bought specifically for you. Curse Mal and his ability to buy anything (perhaps anyone) he wanted. "Bwiset, Mal, you didn't tell me we'd be part of the damn entourage. We have to be walking the aisle in thirty minutes, simbako! You just love rushing me, don't you!?"

If only you were the one walking down the aisle today towards him.

When you exited the room, Maliksi couldn't help but let his jaw drop as he skimmed your figure, clad in the luxurious, silky satin blush midi dress he bought in one of those fancy stores in Makati yesterday. He imagined that it would look great on you, but now, seeing it on you in person... you looked divine (and frankly, he wanted to see it off your body to see what was underneath—but don't get too ahead of yourself, Mal). It was a whole 'nother level from his imagination. The deep cowl neckline and thin spaghetti straps showed your lovely collarbones... as well as a peek of your cleavage. His favorite and the best part of it all? It was backless, allowing him to gaze at the tempting curve of your spine.

He hadn't realized he had grown silent until you smiled and closed his mouth, tapping his chin.

"Lalangawin ang bibig mo, Mal," you laughed softly. Never had you seen him so speechless. You then flicked your hair back, ridiculously posing for him like you were on the cover of Vogue magazine (haba ng hair mo, gurl!). "Do I look that good? Char lang."

"... You look absolutely ravishing—I mean, uh, stunning. Hot. Yeah." That was all he could say. He mentally punched himself for not showering you with more suave compliments.

Still, your face brightened up, not knowing that the man in front of you just fell for you a thousand times harder, "Wow! Really? Damn. Ang galing talaga ng MUA na kinuha mo, ginawa akong artista. Give me their contact number later! May work event pa naman ako in two months. I'm shocked, it's like they made me rise from the dead! Even my eyebags are gone, Mal! How'd they do that?" Heck yeah, your confidence was boosted. He offered his arm to you like a gentleman, making you half-heartedly roll your eyes (you took it anyway). From holding it alone, you could tell that your best friend was a sinewy man (well, you knew that already after seeing his tikbalang form before—the little shit didn't even wear a loincloth like all his clanmates; your poor eyes were eternally scarred).

You looked him up and down. You wouldn't lie—Maliksi is and always has been an attractive man. Now? With his hair in a ponytail (pun not intended), definitely one of the hunkiest men you've ever known. "You're not looking too bad yourself, horsey."

"Ako pa!" He puffed his chest out in pride. You chuckled at his reaction.

"By the way, how do you even know my dress size and my shoe size?"

"Babe, I've known you too long. You know almost everything about me, I know everything about you."

You snorted at his confident tone, "'Di nga? You don't know every single thing about me, Mal. Assuming ka masyado."

"Alam ko nga anong cup size mo. Wala lang 'yang shoe and dress size."

You slapped his shoulder, cheeks quickly flushing red, "Huy, umayos ka! Walang hiyang tikbalang na 'to." With this guy as your best friend? You heard dirty jokes at least once a day. "Don't be inappropriate here!"

"What? It's only fair I know!" He looked down on you suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows. "You already know I always go commando, so of course I know that your bra is a size—"

"Shhh! Baka marinig ka, 'nyeta."

"So? Let them hear. My best friend has a nice set of melons!" he shouted. You were grateful there was no one around. Hopefully.

"Oh my God..."

Your best friend chortled at how flustered you'd become. He led you to where some of his family was waiting, with a couple of his relatives already greeting you. You instantly and quite easily mingled with them, your worries of them not accepting you far from even true (they all knew how much their prince loved the innocent you).

"Kayo na talaga, pare?" one of his older tikbalang clanmates asked while you went away to be fawned over by his aunts.

Maliksi chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched you from afar, "Heh. Hindi pa."

Another one of his clanmates—a younger one—laughed, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, "Talaga? That's cap, bro. You two are like a married couple already and you guys still aren't a thing?"

"Ilang taon na ba kayong magkakaibigan?" the older one asked him.

"Almost ten years," Maliksi responded, a smile unconsciously pulling his lips up as he remembered your moments together. He watched you converse with his female relatives (who adored you the moment Maliksi brought you to a family event many moons ago).

The two tikbalang snickered as they saw the look on the Great Stallion's heir.

"You're down bad," the younger one said, snapping a photo of his lovestruck kuya. "You've got it so bad for her, dudeparechong!"

"Balak mong ligawan anytime soon?" the older tikbalang inquired.

"Heh. Balak ko na ngang pakasalan. Kung pwede, ngayon."

They looked at Maliksi as if he was crazy. He was very much serious, though, even if there was a huge, lopsided smile on his face. The Prince of the Tikbalang raised a brow at them.

"What? Don't give me that look. Our ten years of being best friends is practically the courting and the dating stage already."

"Eh... you're right. Don't waste anymore time. Go and marry her today, dude. Suporta kami sa'yo, basta groomsmen kami sa kasal niyo, ha!"

"Ge. Without question."

Meanwhile, on your end with the ladies of the family, they started pestering you on your love life (like all typical Filipino aunties). Chismis everywhere.

"O, iha, single ka pa ba?"

"Kailan ka magpapakasal? Malapit ka nang pumasok sa thirties mo."

"Do you want kids? How many?"

"Are you and Maliksi a couple? You look good together! Kayo na, 'di ba?"

"Will you be getting married next? Are you engaged? When's the wedding? Invite niyo kami!"

Before you could get overwhelmed by their questions, Maliksi swept you off your feet to lead you to the entourage that was lining up outside the chapel area. Again, it happened like a blur. He laughed at the partially nauseated look on your face.

"You okay there?" he asked, grinning.

"Your family thinks we're together," you muttered quietly, not meeting his eyes. You weren't sure why you felt... tingly about their statements.

He tilted his head at you curiously, gently setting you down on your feet and helping you stand.

"Do you hate the idea?" It hurt him to ask you the question, but he wanted your thoughts on it. Perhaps doing this was a bad idea. Maliksi was competitive in many things, including wanting you to be his, but if you were so opposed to it, he would never force you into something you didn't want. He let go of your hand; you didn't even notice he'd been holding it until he let go. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Your wide-eyed gaze snapped back to look up at him, "No! No, it's not that! And... it's not bad." Your hand felt strangely empty now that his was gone. Biting your lip, you disclosed, "You're not making me uncomfortable, Mal. Don't ever think that."

With that, you shyly interlocked your arm with his, tearing your eyes from his to mask the growing warmth you felt spreading in your veins. You two didn't say anything else when the ushers let you walk down the beautiful, petal-covered aisle together.

The man beside you was starstruck. Hopeful. Maybe both of you did have a chance. Maybe somewhere in the depths of your soul, his feelings for you were being reciprocated. For the rest of the sacred ceremony in the gorgeous main pavilion, both of you relished in short, comfortable, and low conversations. He even cracked jokes every once in a while—really funny ones that made it challenging for you to you stifle your laughter.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Maliksi fervently prayed to Bathala that he'd experience the same opportunity he was seeing with you someday. One day.

Even while the sun was brightly out, the sky began showering down light rain onto the land. You were in awe as you looked out the window.

"Hala, totoo nga pala! Tignan mo!" you laughed, tugging Maliksi's suit sleeve, pointing at the window.

"Na ano?" he curiously inquired, not understanding what you were referring to.

"Na kapag may tikbalang na kinakasal, umuulan habang may araw pa," you replied, eyes filled with childlike mirth and wonder. A rainbow had even begun to form by the clouds. "Look, it's magical! Ang ganda pala ng view dito kasama ang old Spanish architecture. Timeless na timeless. It's so pretty, 'no? Picture tayo 'maya, Mal."

Unlike you, it wasn't the sky outside that the prince was looking at. Amidst the loud cheers for the newlywed couple and the bubbles the guests were blowing, his vision could only focus on how magnificent you looked while being amazed. You were his best view. (Ed from 90-Day Fiancé, kabahan ka na, may katapat ka sa pickup line mo.)

》》》

"Smile for the picture!"

You giggled as Maliksi was dragged into a photo-op with the bridesmaids and the important older wedding sponsors a few feet away (funnily, he looked a little constipated around them). All of a sudden, when he was heading back to your direction, you were roughly pushed into the said man's arms. When you turned around, there was nothing (except maybe a gust of wind that came out of nowhere).

"Ooh, gotcha. Careful," the tikbalang steadied you, strong hands holding your biceps. "Natapilok ka?"

"... Huh, hindi naman," you wondered suspiciously, looking around. "I think someone pushed me? Parang tinulak ako... but wala namang tao."

"Weird. Maybe it was just the wind."

It actually was. Really. Maliksi knew for a fact that it was those two taong hangin who were spying on you from the corner, trying to pair you up. He gave them a thumbs-up while your back was turned in the opposite direction. Hannah and Amie returned the thumbs-up before vanishing. Suddenly, the two wedding photographers had moved on from the bridesmaids and were right beside you.

"What a lovely couple you two are!" she praised. Before you could correct her, she held up the black contraption she held towards you two. "Pose for the camera, lovelies!"

And so you did, the photographer guiding you two on what to do. Maliksi wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned on his side, looking sidewards to the camera with one leg cocked in front of the other. Her assistant, who was holding a polaroid camera, printed out two photos for you.

"Thank you," you told him, taking the photos from his hands then flicking them rapidly to make the images develop. You and Mal were about to walk to the reception area when the photographer stopped you, handing the male beside you a business card.

"If you two need a photographer or a videographer for your wedding, call me," she signaled to both of you before running to another guest, bringing her assistant with her.

You gawked, "Mal, did you just hear what she said?"

"Loud and clear." A grin was on his face. He seemed very pleased at what he heard.

"... How can she even tell if someone is married or not?"

Maliksi's free hand took your left hand, tapping the ring finger, "Nothing here."

"Ooooooh. I get it now." Your brows creased. "Huh. This is like the fifth time today the people here have mistaken us for a couple."

Maliksi shrugged, teasing you, "Who knows? Baka may potential tayo, babe."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he was hurriedly towing you to the reception venue. While he was doing that, you stared at the now-developed polaroid photos you were holding. Huh. Maybe you two did look like a couple.

"Come on, they're serving some snacks at the welcome reception area. Peach pie and mango float-flavored. Paborito mo, babe."

》》》

The rest of the night went by without a hitch. You were actually enjoying the event—the host was great, the food was great, the music was great. Everything was great... that was, until the games.

"Alright! Now that the bride's garter has been removed, let's have the bouquet and garter toss... starting with the females!" the host announced. "Dear bride, please stay here in front. And all single ladies—and by single I mean ready to mingle and are not married—please rise and stand here on the dance floor. Let's play matchmaker tonight, everyone!"

"Uy, single ladies daw," Maliksi nudged your side. "Sign mo na 'yan." You snorted like a pig.

"Nope, ayokong madamay sa bouquet toss," you whisper-yelled at your best friend. "Do you know how embarrassing that is?! Besides, they won't notice if I don't join! Special tactic ko 'yan sa weddings: pretending I'm not single. Katabi naman kita."

More women came to the front, making you feel assured that you didn't need to participate. The host was about to say something, when the bride interrupted to whisper something into his ear.

"Hala, halaaa! Sabi ko all single ladies, pero may isang single lady na nagtatago pa!" he announced, making you freeze. Please don't let it be you. "What's her name, beloved bride?"

"Y/N L/N." You nearly spat out your champagne. You? Did they just call out your name? How did they know?

"Oh fuck," you cursed quietly.

"'Di ka makakatakas dito, babe," Maliksi jabbed, making you stand up. "Tinatawag ka na."

"Baka may ibang Y/N L/N dito," you resisted, attempting to sit back down. "I can't do this, Mal."

"'Sus, ikaw pa. And it's just a symbolic ceremony!" he encouraged, as if he didn't have any underlying intentions. "I doubt the bouquet will go to you anyway."

Sheesh, what a big fat liar you are, tikbalang prince.

You expressed your dissatisfaction with the situation, "Bwiset, fine. I'll just... dodge it. Or evade it. God, I swear..." You calmed down, confident. "I'm not going to worry. I've never caught the bouquet at my own friends' weddings anyway."

When you were at the dance floor, Maliksi snickered, seeing the bride—his cousin—wink at him. After all, he had thoroughly bribed her earlier.

《《《

"It's about time you settled down with someone, Mal," the bride commented while he slipped her the newest Hermés designer bag filled with a bunch of jewelry (plus some bills) two hours ago, right before the reception began and while you were in the restroom freshening up. "Hehehe, this is why you're my favorite cousin."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Of course. I'll make sure she participates. I'll also try to throw it in her direction."

"Good. Thanks."

"You better invite me to your beach wedding. I can tell how much you love her."

"Not a problem. I'll even make you a sponsor."

The bride stared at her bouquet, already practicing how she was going to throw it, "Tito's going to thank me so much for ensuring that he's going to get grandkids soon, hihi."

》》》

Back to the present, on the other end of the room, Maliksi saw a familiar duo give him a sign that they were ready. Bingo. Time to execute the most important part of his plan.

《《《

"I don't care how you do it," he told the two wind elementals after he bribed the bride. "I've already instructed the bride on what she should do, pero siguraduhin niyo lang talagang lumipad sa kanya ang bouquet."

"Mmhmm," Amie flipped her hair, a hand on her cocked hip. "And what do we get in return, oh great Señorito Armanaz?"

"Sagot ko bar-hopping niyo for one month."

The two girls pretended to think about it, making Maliksi roll his eyes. He had to pull out the big guns, huh?

"Fine. Magbibigay ako ng cash deposit plus pwede niyong gamitin ang black card ko for a one-week shopping spree in Ortigas." There. Bullseye. That's what they liked.

"Deal!" they exclaimed excitedly.

Hannah let a cool gust of wind enter one of the nearby windows, testing out how they're going to do this. "Ano pa bang pinaplano mo for Y/N mamaya?"

Maliksi hummed, "Basta."

》》》

You tried your best to hide within the densest part of the group of women. The bride seemed to have her eyes on you, weirdly enough, and she looked almost feral wanting to throw her flowers into someone's face.

That someone being you. Most likely.

"Target locked on," you saw her mouth move. She positioned herself like she was about to throw a football at someone (ahem, you). Holy shit, was she talking to you? Miss ma'am, it was a bouquet toss not a bouquet throw. The bride seemed to notice this, and once more regained her elegant composure.

"3, 2, 1," the host counted down. "Go!"

Surprisingly, the bouquet flew very high into the air (it was a wonder it didn't get tangled in the ceiling decor), but quite a distance away from you. You grinned, knowing it was too far to even touch you. Squeezing through the crowd of women eagerly awaiting the bouquet, you went to return to your assigned table.

Ah, what a wonderful evening.

Sike!

Something painfully landed right into your face, leaves and flowers getting into your hair and mouth.

... Wait, leaves and flowers?

Before you could comprehend it, the bouquet dropped right into your arms. What kind of ungodly, inhuman force allowed this to even happen?

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our lucky girl for the night!" Everyone clapped, with some—those guests you knew—even cheering your name unbelievably loud. The host approached you, a glint in his eye which you couldn't understand. "Miss Y/N, kindly sit here while we await the lucky guy who catches the garter from the groom."

What just happened?

"All single gentlemen, please proceed to the dance floor. Remember, the man who gets the garter gets to slip it onto the lucky lady's leg later!"

Oh, God. You pinched the bridge of your nose. What you'd give to be back at home or to be in that resort in Batangas you'd planned on going to for a solo vacation.

"To make this even more exciting," the host stated, handing you a black blindfold. "Our lucky lady has to keep her eyes closed until her lucky man for the night captures the bride's garter! When the music plays, only then can she uncover her eyes."

See? Humiliating, just as you expected. Still, you wrapped the blindfold around your head (albeit hesitantly). You attempted to guess who it might be, thinking of all the tikbalang friends Maliksi had introduced to you back then whenever he invited you to his clan reunions.

"Groom, are you ready?" the host asked, microphone loud and clear.

"Ready na ready!"

"Single gentlemen, are you ready?!"

"Ready na ready! Awoo, awoo!" they loudly chorused, exactly mimicking Spartans about to engage in battle. You sweatdropped in the seat you were in. This was actually kind of scary. Maybe you felt a bit objectified.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

There was a brief moment of silence, which made you concerned. Ba't ang tahimik? Then, everyone erupted into roars and bravoes much louder than when you caught the bouquet—perhaps even louder by tenfold. What the heck was happening?!

The music played. Very raunchy, spicy, babymaking music. You expected it to be the typical Careless Whisper by George Michael or Pony by Ginuwine (corny songs which you could probably laugh at, at least), but no. Nuh-uh, this was probably worse. The DJ must be pretty young, the song of their choosing being a slowed, bass-boosted, sexier remix of Earned It by the Weeknd.

Ano 'to, bold? Fifty Shades of Grey? The hell was this?

Alright. This was embarrassing. Thank the heavens there were no children at this party. From the music alone and its implications, this was strictly for adults.

You removed your blindfold (that was okay now, right?) as the guests whistled playfully. You peeked one eye open reluctantly, then inwardly groaned. Oh, no. You should've expected it to be him of all people from how loud the reactions were. And all those yells from the crowd were from his family.

Son of a—

"Well, this has proven to be a very interesting arrangement!" the host proclaimed. "Our lucky man for tonight is none other than our great clan leader's heir, Maliksi Armanaz! Congratulations, sir! You get to slip the lacey little garter on Miss Y/N!"

The said very smug tikbalang stood a few feet away from the chair you were sitting on, smirking at you. His hair was no longer in that mesmerizing ponytail—instead, he'd tied it into a more sinfully attractive man-bun, loose strands framing his face and accentuating that sharp, angled jaw of his (say yes and thank you to Manny Jacinto's jawline, besties).

"Let's cheer him on in his new mission, everybody!" the host pushed. Was this that glint in his eye earlier? And was that a one thousand peso bill sticking out of his pocket?

The groomsmen, Mal's cousins and uncles whom you've met before, hollered words of encouragement to the tall man (who was, oddly enough, not one bit fazed). In fact, Maliksi seemed like he was famished as he stared you down.

You swallowed, feeling like you were going to get eaten (heh, say that again). Maliksi had shrugged off his dark suit blazer to the beat of the song (holy fuck, he also unclasped the suspenders attached to his pants right before your eyes—asdfghjkl). Were you prepared for this? No. Will you ever be prepared? No!

"Mr. Armanaz, before you begin," the host interrupted. "We have an additional challenge for you in this mission. Kaya mo ba? It was a request of the newlywed couple."

"What is it?"

"Use your teeth!" the bride and the groom cheerfully shouted, clapping with the other guests. Whatdidtheysaaaaay???

The cocky bastard didn't even hesitate, his smirk at you growing wider; those pearly whites of his on full display. Was it just you or were his canines a little sharper than usual?

"Anything for the newlyweds. Challenge accepted," he dashingly replied, winking at you. You sputtered indignantly. Pisteng yawa. Putangina. Putek. Pakshet. You swore you thought of every swear word in the book at that moment. What did that YouTube parody song about Filipino mythological creatures say again? About the tikbalang? Ah, yes. Half-macho dancer and half-stallion. Maybe the joke was true, especially when you saw what Maliksi did next.

He bit the shred of lace, loosening his necktie (bestie, you good there?), unbuttoning some top buttons, and rolling up the sleeves of his collared white undershirt up to his elbows (consequently showing off his toned, veiny forearms—those lucky bridesmaids behind him nearly fainted). Honestly, you felt like you were about to lose your mind from embarrassment. With how tantalizing your guy best friend was being? Let our response be: San Pedro, kunin mo na ako. Was he doing all this to tease you? To rile you up?

Because damn it all, it was working. In your ten years of knowing Maliksi Armanaz, withstanding all his daily dirty jokes and flirtatious attempts, never had you seen him like this. So... wolfish. Ravenous. Like he was a man that hadn't been fed in years.

He stalked closer towards you, falling to his knees in front of your legs. Your gown had a long slit that extended up to an inch or two below where your left leg began—your best friend was eyeing his target already, knowing where to place the garter. Normally, you would never even wear something as revealing as this gown. It just wasn't your type, but Maliksi was the one who bought this for you for this specific occasion, so you had no choice. It was this or your pantulog he stole you in just hours ago. At first, you were confident in the gown. Now? You felt too... naked.

Somehow, in the heat of it all, you'd muted out the noise of the venue. Maliksi teasingly lifted your foot up, fingertips slyly grazing the thin shoe straps around your left foot—his calculated touch leaving fire in its trail. Once the garter had been successfuly inserted past your high-heeled stilettos, the man kneeling in front of you kept his hands to himself. Despite the fact that now there was absolutely zero skin-to-skin contact between you and this man, your body felt hotter than it ever was before as he expertly slid the lacy bit of cloth up your ankle at an agonizingly slow pace.

Maliksi's warm eyes had turned dark, his pupils blown, a tinge of red in them—of his true beast—while he maintained striking eye contact with you, pulling the garter up your calf with his teeth. Smoothly tugging... tugging... tugging. Tangina, it was like he was undressing you with his eyes alone; like he was telepathically telling you to keep your eyes open.

To keep your eyes on him, where he was knelt inbetween your legs, his hands intentionally locked on his back. Did you ever imagine this? Him between your legs? Maybe. Once or twice. But you never thought about it seriously; Maliksi dated girls left and right in the past.

His lips... his lips were so close... so close to your leg that you could feel the heat of his breath along with the lace. Were you about to die? Perhaps you already did. Maybe you were in heaven. Up... up... up... snap!

Suddenly, he stopped, grinning up at you mischievously and letting the elastic bounce back to the skin of your left knee.

"I'm not going any further, don't worry, babe," he whispered, noting that your eyes had become misty and glazed over. Internally, he grew worried. "That's enough." Did he think it was from discomfort? From you being uncomfortable? Bitch, no. It was the exact opposite. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

You felt like your soul had left your body at that moment. Did you just have a heart attack? Was your blood pressure okay? Before you or Maliksi could stand, however, someone bellowed from the wedding sponsor tables.

"Higher! That's an order!"

Fucking hell, it was Maliksi's father who shouted. He wasn't in the huge tikbalang form you'd normally meet him in, but he was still very intimidating in his humanoid form, commanding attention and subservience wherever he went. You could tell where Maliksi got it from.

Instantly, the other guests—already half-drunk and wanting the spirit of partying to continue on—joined in.

"Higher! Higher!"

The host cheered, "You heard Señor Armanaz! Higher!"

Maliksi gave you a questioning look. Even if it was his father who spoke up, he still wouldn't do anything you didn't want. Well, you two made it this far; there was no point in getting embarrassed now. You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding. You probably couldn't erase the redness on your skin with how much you'd blushed from this night. It was as if the heat was tattooed onto your skin.

"Go on, Mal," you whispered to him, bending your torso down closer to his face, eyes half-lidded from want. "Finish what you started, babe."

With those sultry bedroom eyes he'd never once seen you show him before—plus you turning the tables with that familiar term of endearment, how could he refuse? Like a switch had been flipped inside him, he immediately complied, taking the frilly scrap of stretchy lace between his teeth once more, moving it further up to your thighs until where your high slit ended—centimeters below the warming juncture between your legs.

Your legs felt wobbly... boneless, as you stood up from the chair, the fabric of your gown cascading over where the lace sat securely on your upper left thigh. The party was still going strong even after you two finished the garter wearing tradition.

"'Atta boy! That's my son!" Señor Armanaz blazoned, standing up and raising his glass for a toast. "Cheers to the newlywed couple! May they last forever!"

You guys weren't the newlyweds, but it did sure feel like it. If the clan leader was hyped up, everyone was hyped up. Heck, the groom and the bride didn't mind one bit what had just transpired on their dance floor. In all the chaos, Maliksi took you out of the reception area and somewhere quieter. More private.

You would need to have a serious, urgent talk with your boy best friend.

》》》

You two silently sat on a stone bench in a gazebo somewhere in the reserved venue for the wedding, trying to cool down and get yourselves back together (at this point, you needed ice from that steamy, half-scandalous event you just went through). Here, there was no one else except for the chirping of crickets, the lush trees surrounding the area, and the golden fairy lights strewn all over the roof. Awkwardness was something you'd expected after what just happened, but somehow, you still felt comfort in this man's presence. For the past thirty minutes, both of you just stayed still, lost in your thoughts and reflecting.

"Mal?" you finally spoke up.

"... Hmm?"

"Ano tayo?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

Your fingers instinctively reached out for his, just like they always did when you were anxious. Sensing this, he grasped your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Soothingly. He massaged the skin of your fingers, distracting you from your nervousness. It seemed like both nothing and everything changed between both of you. The gesture was the same, but so different at the same time.

"Mahal mo ako." It was not a question. It was a statement. A truth—one that you'd been too blind to see before. One that you only discovered while you stared into each other's eyes in that party not as best friends. You realized with a jolt in your heart what he really felt for you, and now, what you really felt for him. In those thirty minutes of silence, you knew. You just knew.

"Yes. I do."

"... Just as a best friend?" you probed.

"..."

Finally, you gazed into his eyes, previously so dark and full of hunger. Now? Just reluctant. Vulnerable. Open. Unsure of what to do next.

Seems like you had to be the one to take initiative tonight. Taking out your phone, you opened your music app and pressed play on a certain song. Ikaw at Ako by Johnoy Danao. You removed your heels (which were starting to blister your ankles and toes), then pulled him up to stand.

"Dance with me," you murmured, grabbing his arms to wrap them around your waist. He was stiff. Tense. What was he to do when the woman he's been pining after for so long let him hold her? All his gallantry and ability to romance disappeared out the window the moment you let him touch you so intimately.

You two weren't even waltzing. Just swaying. Slowly, you leaned your head on his broad chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

"... I love you," Maliksi admitted in the middle of it all, feeling like he was dreaming. Your head on his chest kept him grounded to reality, however. "More than anything in the universe. I fell for you ever since you patched me up when you were nineteen and I was a reckless drag racer who didn't have a purpose in life. 'Nung dinala mo ako pabalik sa Armanaz Tower on the verge of death. Simula noon, ikaw lang."

"I realized that," you smiled, reminiscing the old memory. You were just a broke college student that time, coming back to your dorm from making your group thesis at a classmate's house. Imagine your panic when you found a half-man, half-horse bleeding out by some bushes on the way home at night. Despite your fear and your little money (only enough to feed you for the week), you went out of your way to buy a first-aid kit at the nearest 7/11. It was scary, but you managed to mend the creature's wounds by the side of the road. When he was finally able to speak, turning fully human (which you admit, freaked you out initially), you arduously carried him back to his address—to his father and his clan, even if you had classes the very next morning. Because of your heroic deed of saving their precious heir, the tikbalang clan had become indebted to you: a teenage girl on the verge of a mental academic breakdown, just making her way through the cruel adult world. How old of a memory that was, you thought, yet you still recalled it in perfect detail. "Just a while ago."

"Ah." He swayed you gently.

"Lahat ng ito, plano mo?"

"... Yes," Maliksi fessed up. "Except for this part where we're here dancing in this belvedere. Wala sa plano ko. Gusto ko sanang magconfess doon sa may fountain para sweet, pero..."

You lifted your head off his chest, smiling at him with one brow raised, "You know, between both of us, you're supposed to be the spontaneous one. Planning isn't usually your thing."

"I know. It's a failure, huh?" Maliksi sighed.

"Nah." You shook your head, then suddenly locked lips with him. It was so fast and surprising he didn't even get the chance to return your first kiss. For once, you caught him off guard. You pecked him on the lips again. "It's not a failure."

"Wha—"

"I'm sorry for making you wait, Maliksi. Ten years. We're twenty-nine now, and only tonight do I realize how blind I've been. We've been going around in circles, wasting so much time. Ayoko nang mag-aksaya ng oras," you whispered guiltily against his lips. How could you have been so blind? Andaming nasayang na taon. Making up your mind, you told him, "Yes. Sige, I accept. I'll be your plus one."

The tikbalang was flustered and baffled from the kiss, as well as your revelation, "... But, you already are?"

"No, silly. I meant that I'll be your plus one for life. For as long as you'll have me," you laughed, now processing that you were currently dancing barefoot with your boy best friend and had just kissed him in a wedding you didn't even plan on going to. The universe had a mysterious way of doing things. "Guess I'm the spontaneous one now, huh?"

Maliksi was tongue-tied. "Seryoso ka ba? Is... Is this a marriage proposal?"

"Whatever you want it to be," you echoed his words back to him. "Best friend, plus one, girlfriend, wife—mmpf!"

He kissed you so hard your lips bruised. After an impromptu makeout session which was definitely more in character for Maliksi, you both pulled away, panting heavily in search for air, still desperate for passion. He cupped your cheeks, giving you a sweet, featherlight Eskimo kiss.

"You're missing one more title."

"Hm? What do you mean, Mal?"

"Love of my life." He kissed you again, this time lifting you off your feet and spinning you around (his sneaky right hand was resting on your bum, too, giving it a tight squeeze). You know in the Princess Diaries where the main character's foot just... pops whenever the prince charming kissed her? Yeah, that happened to you on that humid summer night. This was right. You two were meant to be together. Everything was falling into place.

The bungalow you reserved for your Batangas vacation leave ended up being the site of your very eventful honeymoon with the Prince of the Tikbalang (with his libido, it wasn't that difficult to continue where you'd left off in the garter toss; that scrap of lace came off your leg the same way it went on). Actually, nauna pa ang honeymoon sa actual wedding (it was definitely spontaneous). Right after your confession in that alcove, you two went to Maliksi's father to ask for his blessing (which he gladly gave, cackling and saying that it took you long enough) before you guys went driving off to Batangas that night. You and Mal indeed had lots and lots of fun in that resort (I'll let you imagine the rest). More beautiful memories were made from that point on—this time, not just as best friends.

All that and your small, intimate wedding occurred in early April. Just when you thought that it'd be impossible to fulfill Maliksi's life goal of having a baby within the year (nine months of pregnancy meant that the earliest you'd give birth would be January next year), the impossible happened.

Exactly thirty-two weeks later, on New Year's Eve, the Armanaz herd welcomed one prince and two new princesses into the world. Triplets who were instantly adored by everyone in the clan.

Señor Armanaz had never been happier, and so were you and your husband. Your best friend. The love of your life. Your forever plus one.

Maybe being spontaneous wasn't so bad after all.

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the one; l.ty

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x reader

Themes: exes! au, best friends to nothing, exes to nothing, college! ish au because they’re graduating, the angst is a very subtle type but its still pretty heavy

Warnings: unrequited love, heavy angst, mentions of kissing and food (ice cream)

Wc: 1.6k

Playlist: the 1 by taylor swift, closure by taylor swift, 2 kids by taemin, dancing after death by Matt Maeson

Authors note: this is a deleted scene from my fic, favorite crime! (which you should go read. please lmao but also because it will give this story even more context) i have altered it so it sort of works as a oneshot? Anyways, I hope you like it<3

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

When you’re younger, you’re told to live your life to the fullest, to enjoy your youth. You’re seen as naive and and wide eyed at the world around you. When you’re younger you’re allowed to make those stupid mistakes and mess up, because people look past them.

But some mistakes, everyone but yourself can look past. These type of mistakes could haunt you for the rest of your life with every little thing you do. The what ifs.

And when you’re young, even though you have so much of your life left to enjoy, you can’t ever go back and fix them. They were permanent, like a life long promise, or a tattoo inked into your skin. You would never be able to escape them, even if you moved on.

At age twenty one, standing in front of your full length mirror donning your graduation cape, you had already made one of these mistakes, and it weighed you down everyday, simply because the reminder of it all was just a window away.

You glanced through your window, seeing him there, doing the same thing as you were, trying to adjust his tie. If you hadn’t been so stupid, then the two of you would have been getting ready together, you would be the one tying his tie and he would be the one teasing you about how your your cap was too big for you.

You let a smile brief your lips, before looking away. Even though you were no longer staring at him, you knew exactly what he was, the image burned into your mind. Bleached blond hair still messy no matter how much he tried to tame it, his bright eyes that seemed to hold the universe and that intoxicating smile.

Your biggest mistake was falling in love with the boy who never loved you back.

And how you had fallen, hook, line and sinker for him. Taeyong was the object of your affections, your best friend- well former best friend. That was where your mistake came in.

You foolishly let it happen, a relationship of sorts with him. At first, it was everything you had ever wanted, but that slowly started turning into a nightmare you wanted to wake up from. Sometimes you still wonder if you’re in a nightmare.

The two of you worked so well together, because you had known each other since you were four. He knew all your flaws, had seen you at your worst and at your best. You would have never thought he would be the cause of one of your worst moments.

But Taeyong, he wasn’t in love with you, but rather, was infatuated. Infatuated with the idea of love and loving you. Once he figured that out, he did the right thing and told you, effectively breaking up with you.

You lost your best friend and lover all at once. It was painful being around him, because you were still in love with him. He had been your everything, and now you had nothing at all. He slipped through your fingers like sand on a beach.

You hadn’t talked to him since that night he told you the truth. You made an effort to not look at him through your window, because it would just break your heart more. You had never known what it was to be heartsick until you experienced it yourself, and extremely violently.

He didn’t push it either, giving you your space. And while this helped you heal, it also felt so wrong. From spending almost every moment together, to spending no time at all, your lives had completely changed.

For some, love was a breeze, it gave them a fuzzy warm feeling that they wanted to hold onto forever. For you, love hurt like a bitch.

You couldn’t help but think about what could have been, if he had actually loved you. Or if you never indulged in what you wanted and just stayed friends. Sometimes- no, all the time, you wished that had happened instead. You were fine with loving him quietly.

Another part of you, the more selfish part, wished he never realized he didn't love you. You would have been fine living that way, but that was only thinking about yourself. You deserved to know, and he deserves that freedom.

What if?

Falling into love is easy, especially with someone like Taeyong. He was the most beautiful guy you had ever seen, with the kindest heart you could think of. You had fallen when you were merely seventeen, still in high school.

No, it was the falling out of love part that was harder. After loving someone for as long as you had loved him, you couldn't imagine ever loving anyone else. The sheer thought of it didn't make sense to you.

So what if you were still with him, what if you never lost him. What if he was still your best friend through thick and thin?

Snapping out of your thoughts, you made one last adjustment to your graduation cap and sighed, scanning yourself over in the mirror. Deeming yourself presentable, you walked out of your apartment, jogging down the stairs of the building and reaching the ground level.

You were hitching a ride with your friend Ryunjin, who was arguably the world's worst driver but you didn't really have a choice. If you did, you would be going with Taeyong, but well, that wasn't going time happen.

You yourself couldn't drive, simply because you were too scared of accidently killing someone. Taeyong had even tried to teach you how to drive when the two of you were dating, but it was discovered that you were probably even worse than Ryunjin.

A few traumatized minutes of the drive to campus later, you found yourself lost in a sea of students that were also graduating with you. Thankfully you had a few friends, but it was still pretty overwhelming.

The ceremony itself was a blur, of you were being completely honest. You saw your friends get called up on stage and receive their scrolls. Ryunjin flashes an awkward peace sign at the principal because she shook his hand, Ten did a happy dance after, and Renjun pretended to click a picture.

You saw Taeyong go up there and receive his scroll, a bright smile on his face, a smile you so loved. You clapped for him, a proud, yet bittersweet smile gracing your features.

And soon it was you up there, and after you had gotten your scroll and take your picture, it had literally turned blurry. You didn’t realize you were tearing up until a wave of emotions crashed over you. You had finally graduated, you were out of this place after four years.

You hated change, despised it even. Now you were thrust out into the world, gone was the familiarity of attending classes and parties with your friends. First you lost your best friend, now you’d probably lose most of your other friends. It wasn’t as if all of you were going to stay in the town, you had first hand experience of this when your friend Yeji graduated the year before and moved away.

You were so young, so naive and yet it felt as if you couldn’t hold on to a single moment long enough. How were you supposed to enjoy your youth then? You were slowly loosing everything.

Sucking in a deep breath, you composed yourself, a laugh escaping you when Ryunjin practically threw herself onto you in a hug of celebration. You quickly wiped your tears so no one saw them, smiling.

Turning around to talk to another friend, your eyes met Taeyong’s. He was much further away from you, but you knew it was him, you’d always know him. He didn’t break the contact, a small smile appearing on his lips as me mouthed something.

‘I’m proud of you’

You mustered up the best smile you could, repeating the same things silently so that only he would know it. Pressing your lips together pacified, you once again accepted that it was over. You had accepted it so many times, but you had to keep reminding yourself.

With one last look in his direction, you raised your hand up, curling your fingers into a fist before bringing it down to your chest, right over your heart. His smile only grew as he gave you an affectionate wave. Best friends after all, you knew each other like the back of your hands.

And then everyone tossed their caps into the air, as cheers resounded through the hall. Laughter and chattering filled the area, and you knew it would be alright in the end.

You accepted the fact that Taeyong would haunt all your what-ifs, even as you tried to move on. All the kisses at midnight and late night talks out on your adjoining roofs, the long drives and ice cream dates- it was a thing of the past.

And yes, it still hurt when you recalled all the beautiful things that had happened with your time with him, the way the two of you were so beautiful.

It simply wasn’t meant to be, even if you were still in love with him. Heck, you were sure you’d always be in love with Taeyong, a part of your heart would be reserved for him and him only, but it was time to let go. You weren’t okay right now, but you’d learn to be okay.

Still, it would have been fun if he had been the one.

fin.

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